Sorry about lateness. I've been feeling pretty dull and lousy, or lazy...whatever the word is and chapter six was unusually hard to get out because I didn't want to go too fast. But yeah. Plus, I hadn't the time to go on the computer for the past two, or three days..that also slowed me down.
Oh yeah, and my mother. She's dumping me more homework than needed.
And this is short. so bleh. lots of scene changes...sorry. it's because Inuyasha and Kagome are never together.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Anything But This
Chapter 6
Grudges
Kagome's mother gasped.
Kagome was in front of her, her face mangled with a bloody tissue up her nose. In her hands was a meat cleaver, being sharpened by the metal post of the streetlamp.
"Eh...?" Kagome said, squinting.
A few moments later she was squinting even harder, rubbing a growing bruise on her head.
"Higurashi Kagome! You had me worried for hours! Your brother hasn't gone to bed because he couldn't sleep when the cat was sleeping and the cat couldn't sleep without you sleeping! Grandpa woke all his friends to search for you! And personally--," Her mother stopped to take a breath, and finally was able to comprehend why her daughter was so colourful.
"What are you wearing??"
Kagome blinked.
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It was safe to say he had forgotten her.
Or was trying to anyway.
That blasted Kikyou and his tutor looked too alike. Especially when both of their images kept on flickering back and forth in his head. Whenever you tried not to think of something, you ended up thinking about it anyway. Because you were thinking about it by trying not to, so thus you have to think about something else to quit thinking about that.
That was alot to think about. And quite a mouthful.
The flickering lights in the dark Kareoke room made him dizzy, even more so because of those numerous alcohol glasses littering the table before him and Kikyou's ridiculously, loud and drunken singing. Beside him was his friend, shaking the tamborine out of beat. It was enough to make him just nauseous.
He heard several crashes in front of him. Looking up, he could see Kikyou climbing up on the table, clearing the glasses for herself and dancing for him. The microphone was on the floor, neglected. His head was spinning, but he still had enough instinct to leave the area, immediately. Staggering up from the cushioned seats, he finally found the doorknob and a few minutes later, the sink at the bathroom.
Vomiting, he splashed his face with water to try to get a grip on consciousness. Running his wet hands through his hair, he stumbled around a while, dearly needing to do his business. Except there was no little fountain he was accustomed to. A few seconds later, it struck him. He realized where he was.
"Smells nicer.."
...
He was far from sober.
Only a few meters away was three suspicious looking figures, peering through the stained glass of the Kareoke room Inuyasha had just left. It was hard to see, being it dark inside and the obstacle blocking them was far from see-through.
One boy scowled, hearing his previous girlfriend sing in there. It was unmistakably her. Not that she had a good voice or anything...but it was just...loud. He grimly pulled out a cellphone, and punched a number known all too well. The voice on the other end was a woman.
"119 Police Department, how may I help you?"
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Ten o'clock.
The large clock in the corner gave a dull ringing sound, the ones that went off each hour. Kagome sighed, it was now the end of the lesson. She looked outside to the darkness wearily, too little hope flickering in her mind to even be vexed by his daily absence.
It wasn't news anyway.
Gathering her books, her pencils, she stretched widely as she rose. Hitching her pack, she went to the door, giving another glance out the window in which he always jumped out of to leave.
Three times a week, she came at six thirty. And Inuyasha was never there. She couldn't blame him for being angry at though, but such a grudge... It had been a mistake, and his parents understood that and let her in. She always had to come, couldn't allow Inuyasha to get in trouble for seemingly not being there... She owed it to him anyway.
Well, not really.
He was just a cocky, contemptuous big baby who got sulky for the smallest of things.
And she'd do the whooping if she ever was in that situation. She wouldn't start griping, she'd get physical.
Salutating (or whatever you call it. lol..) those she passed as she walked out the massive doors, she inhaled a deep breath of cold, nippy air. It was the kind of weather you could feel at the very back of your throat and behind your teeth. It was the kind of weather that froze water at night.
Inuyasha should have been home, it was getting chilly.
But why was she worrying??
Tucking her coat closer to her neck and trying to conceal her face, she trudged home grimly.
Exams were coming up. For her and him.
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"Sir, officer! Nice day!" Kikyou nearly lost her balance, careening here and there even in the police officer's firm grip. "Are you taking me home? Thank you sir!" She saluted him, hiccuping. Inuyasha's friends were already in the car.
Crackling voices were heard by a particular furry eared person, confused and still reeling outside, wondering where everyone had gone. He blinked and squinted at the glaring lights of the police car.
Even at his half-conscious state, and mostly because his stomach was still being stubborn on doing aerobics, he knew he should stay put and wait until everyone was gone.
Soon, however, he drifted off. It was a good thing he wasn't that tired to start snoring, because the three people that had called the police were discussing things in low, fast voices. They would have heard him.
But they didn't.
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Kagome flipped through her notebook, then punched buttons on her planner to check her schedule. It was one day before Saturday, when she had planned to meet Hojo, and she had to make sure she had no conflicts interfering with it. She would meet him at the orphanage, there was a new child that had just been placed there and Hojo had suggested going there to welcome the guy.
He had the most vaguest of ways of showing his affection.
An orphanage and plenty of children to cause mass destruction. A cataclysmic apocalypse.
"Joy..." She sighed.
But it didn't matter. He could be sweet, she could tell, despite his cool and yet snappy exterior. But it was hard to get it out of him, obviously. Besides, sometimes it didn't matter to people that only saw his looks.
Wait.
She had just described Inuyasha...
Inuyasha?? Oh god she was late for her lesson!
What lesson? He was never there...
"Ugh..." She crumpled up a piece of paper, pretended the wall was Inuyasha and threw the paper ball. It's light weight made it flutter around in a vague direction, then tap the wall slightly before falling to the ground.
"Better go.." She said aloud.
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He knew he should have gone to check on Kikyou at the police office, but he'd probably be questioned. He had many doubts whether they kept quiet and didn't tattle on him. That he had been there with them too. He had simply been lucky that he wasn't there.
Or maybe not. He had run home because the streets were being monitered after midnight, and anyone still outside was caught and kept out longer than they ever planned to be. He later had to deal with a very upset stomach and stay awake all night because he was afraid his parents would come in at night and see the dirty bathroom, and overturned tables.
They didn't. But better safe then sorry.
Having a strength and a capability far more extraordinary than any other ordinary human, he had been able to recover quickly after all the symptoms. Besides, he needed some place to go.
Or rather, just something to do to avoid bumping into Higurashi Kagome. A tinge of guilt nagged at his mind. He flicked it away.
He had a funny feeling he was being spied on at times however. Even now, at a game of pool, and at some point while he had been with Kikyou. He felt it now.
Whirling around, maybe he had had too much of a frightening expression, because the man that had been behind him had turned very pale. In his hands was a tray with clinking glasses.
"The drink your ordered, sir?" He said in a nasal voice, saying things cleary but saying them in a rythym so it seemed he was stammering. Probably a pronounciation picked up from a foreign country.
"And the cigarettes are, --ah, thank you sir." Inuyasha dumped a few bills, mostly payment, generous tip. He mildly popped the rolled up drug into his mouth as it had been as innocent as a candy lollipop, and returned to his game.
Maybe he was just overreacting.
That thought was immediately cleared from his mind as he heard a crash from behind him. The door opened to reveal a scruffy high school student.
"Who's Inuyasha??! Who's the bastard that framed my girlfriend??"
Inuyasha sighed. He knew that voice. He knew the stupid accusations he often made, and how retarded they were. Because he was simply acting for a public audience. Clap clap?
"You don't have a girlfriend, so you obviously have things mixed up." He turned around, balancing the cigarette between his fingers and taking a sip of his drink. The boy boldly stomped up to him, ready to say more, but he cut in.
"Because you see, what's right is that you're the asshole who barges into pleasant game. Now you can either get the hell out, or even better, stay away like I told you to." He mockingly reached out to pat the boy on the head, and returned to his game.
He could just imagine the steam coming out of his ears right now. Funny really.
The next few moments was simply sound and touch. A scream, wood splintering and then some irritating pain in his shoulder.
"Son of a bitch." Inuyasha said calmly, and yanked the broken off chair leg that had hit him, batting this new obstacle out of his way. Literally. Suddenly his friends rushed to him and all pain was directed at him for a few seconds.
He easily had them at a broken chain surrounding him soon enough, but he had forgotten the most important person of all.
"Bastard!" There was the glittering of a knife. The metal, the blade.
He blocked a thrust of the sharp weapon effortlessly, kept on defending himself, but he had to attack him eventually. This had to stop. The police were probably on their way already.
He shoved the younger boy at the side of a table, ignoring the screams that rang through his ears. With the broken chair leg, he lifted his arm...
Pain.
"Oh shit."
The knife.
Blood.
12:34am. whoopee. now I can fall asleep in school tomorrow. :D