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Chapter #15
Inuyasha stared dully at Sango.
"She went home," he repeated.
"Yes."
Looking down, he shrugged off his backpack.
Rummaging for a bit, he came up with a pad and pen.
Scribbling furiously, Inuyasha ripped out a piece of paper, and handed it to Sango.
"Could you make sure she gets this?"
Turning, he walked away.
Sango glanced down at the paper with a guilty look.
Technically, what she told Inuyasha was true.
Sort of.
Kagome was going home.
Today.
She just hadn't gone home.
Like she could really stand the sight of Inuyasha before getting on that plane, Sango thought to herself, not feeling the least bit better. I was doing them both a favor. If she really is serious about going home, seeing him will just make the whole thing harder.
Stuffing the note into her pocket, Sango threw the rest of her bread to the ducks, and started walking home.
Two-Hundred-and-Fifty-Three Feet Above the Ground
Kagome stared out the window.
Getting a window seat on such a crowded airplane truly was a stroke of luck, something Kagome hadn't had much of lately.
She even got a nice little free pack of pretzels.
Kagome smiled.
Maybe this was a sign that things were turning around for her.
(Flashback)
Myouga looked uncertainly at the sobbing girl.
"Miss? Miss? Look Miss, I'm just here to collect the rent."
The girl looked up at him, her face streaked with tears. "It's on the table." Then she went back to crying into her pillow.
Collecting the envelope, Myouga glanced hesitantly from the door to the girl.
Should he go, or should he help out?
"Miss, is there something I can help you with?"
Ah, the curses of being a kind-hearted geezer.
Suddenly lunging and wrapping her arms around the poor little man, Kagome blubbered into his tweed coat, "The guy I love is a jerk, and now I'm going home to Chicago!"
"Uh..." Myouga suddenly wished that he had had some granddaughters to practice this sort of thing on. "Tell me everything. I guess."
(Flash forward)
Kagome nodded to herself. Myouga really had been a sweet guy, even if he had no clue about how to talk to young teenage girls.
She eyed the note Sango had given her.
Should she read it?
Kagome faced the window again with a small huffing sound.
Like anything he had to say would change her mind.
But then again, this was Inuyasha.
The only guy in the world who knew of her love for cinnamon donuts.
Reading this thing wouldn't hurt.
It couldn't hurt
Yo Kagome,
I really don't know is or when this'll ever get to you, but here it goes:
I love you.
I know I've been a jerk, but you've gotta admit that I've been trying.
And remember your first day here? It's not like you haven't had your share of jerk-y-ness either.
Judging me 'cause I'm a jock and all that.
But that doesn't matter. I love you.
So, should you decide to change your mind, you know where to find me.
Love, Inuyasha
P.S.
Shippou misses ya too. We all do.
Now that you're gone, Miroku's going to have quite a lot of trouble trying to figure out what to say to Sango.
Kagome giggled, figured away her tears, and leaned against her seat.
Once again she'd been wrong.
That had hurt.
(Sniffs) So sad...so surprising...
Well, I guess not really.
But that's only 'cause I know what's going to happen.
And you guys don't!
Bwhahahaha!