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You readers out there better be VERY VERY happy. I had the original edited version written out before and then it got deleted so I had to write it over again. AARRRRGGGHHH!!! And I think this one is little worse then the first time I wrote it. Dammit!!!! (pardon the curse. I don't usually cuss, but I feel peachy today)
He stood tall and magnificent in Kagome's eyes (especially since her view was angled from the ground), as he glared at her fallen offender. Jake glared just a strongly back, holding his mouth in one hand. Blood seeped from his fingers. He shuddered with loathing and wiped the blood swiftly with his sleeve.
"You son of a !!!" he yelled and launched himself toward Kagome's savior, arms outstretched and balled tightly into fists. The two fell to the ground in a vicious tackle. Jake's cronies began chanting "fight, fight, fight, fight!". They were soon joined by others, the result: a mob males with their deep gorilla-like rooting.
Kagome sat in horror as they battled it out, punching and kicking at each other with painful force. As she watched, she observed with impressed eyes that her rescuer was a trained fighter, choosing to place his hits accurately and block automatically rather than flail his arms in a fisted fury as Jake did. Jake, seeing his methods weren't working, broke from the tackle. His eyes were wild and bloodshot from adrenaline as he frantically grasped a thick book from a nearby shelf and threw it with a desperate groan toward his opponent. The boy lifted his forearm in time to deflect the projectile but the book made a heavy thunk when it came in contact with his bone and flesh. The crowd erupted in a unanimous, rowdy "Boooooo!" at Jake's dirty fighting, which was only parried by the small woots of cheers from his cronies.
"Alright, alright, break it up!!"
A stern looking woman wearing deep red framed glasses emerged from the wall of by-standers with her hands on her hips, her voice clear and shrill, as she silenced the hall with her apparent authority. She was plump and slightly overweight and choose to dress herself in the a wide pencil skirt and low pumps. Her hair was stretched tightly, collecting at the back of her head in a small bun. She glared disappointedly through her outrageously bright colored rims. The students immediately backed away obediently in fear of receiving punishment. When her eyes fell on the two boys, standing in battle stances, her nose wrinkled.
"Brawling is strictly forbidden on school campus!" she yelled slapping the back of Jake's head. The sound resounded in the library. "You should know that by now Jake, with the umber of referrals you've had!" a wave of soft giggles spread echoed from the crowd.
"What!?!!?" cried Jake disbelievingly. "HE was the one who started it!"
"Who do you think I'll believe, you or him?" She asked, lowering her eyes. Jake's mouth gaped open, at a loss for words.
"Jake, head to the principle's office immediately! I will join you after I clear these students," she said curtly and waved accusingly at her audience. Jake turned to leave, and bumped into The amber-eyed boy's shoulder roughly. With contempt, he hissed, "We'll settle this after school. Behind the basketball courts. Don't be late." The round lady gave Jake a vicious glare and he left without another word. The crowd, disinterested, began to disperse, casting a few glances back at the boy with the swelling forearm or at the girl sitting on the floor next to her spilled backpack. Jane Eyre lay forgotten. The library grew unusually quiet, the hum of students dying away. A girl who had been watching from a good distance away, stayed longer. She twirled a section of her hair around her crimson red finger nail and faded into the crowd, the sound of her heeled shoes following her.
The heavy bespectacled woman gave the injured boy a short glance after the students had mostly filed out, lingering at his arm. "The nurse can see to that," and she left the library to meet Jake in the principle's office. The boy released a breath of relief. She had been kind.
The girl looked up for the first time to gaze at her defender. He had sleek black hair tied simply in the back, the single lock extending down his spine and past his shoulder blades. His skin was smooth, flawless, and ivory. Even the wound, which was beginning to bleed, didn't hinder his attractiveness. His eyes seemed far away from her as she stared up at him from the ground. She squinted to see past his thick, wispy bangs.
He stepped backwards and crouched down, his face a distance of mere inches from hers. The pain in her stomach faded; his eyes were of a glowing amber, and reminded her of a sunset, the fiery color of a burning sky. He sighed and his lips move, while she could almost see the air around him flow according to his words.
"Are you alright?"
Her throat had been as chapped as her lips and her lungs felt as if they had forgotten how to breathe. She choked as she was trying to search for words.
He placed his hand on her to squeeze her shoulder and it felt like a gush of heat spread from the contact and up through her neck into her face. It burned. She had never felt so cornered by emotions in her life; it was as if all she had ever felt, fear, anger, sadness, had pushed her into a cage and began shrinking the prison little by little. All rationality had taken a day off. She was disarmed.
"Can you stand?" he asked instead. Her eyes had quickly fallen from his piercing eyes and their shyness noticed the thickness of his skin and the tendons that stretched along it. It was like proof that whoever made him was an engineer. The mechanics of his arm were sturdy, rough, and effective. She could barely nod her head.
Her shaking hand pushed herself upward, but her shaking legs made her fall back downwards. He caught her in both arms. His fingers were like radiators and they seared her skin. Blood pulsed in her head as her cheeks became flaming patches of heat. She breathed haphazardly.
"I'm sorry" she managed to squeeze from her lungs, the shuddering of her muscles comprehensible from her voice. Her hands gripped the floor. Embarrassment had made her frustrated with herself.
He paused in what seemed like the time needed to give a small smile when he lifted her to her feet and swing her arms around his head. It felt like half of her had just been enveloped by half of him. Her brain overloaded and might have blew a fuse. He guided her slowly toward the nurse's office, but her legs were not apart of her as they moved on their own in tune with the movement of his. She could not feel anything unless it came from his touch. The hand that supported her torso, in the crook of her waist, blood was smeared in a streak across his knuckles.
"I'm sorry" she repeated the words from before, this time over him rather than herself. His walking became awkward as he recovered from being so startled. He laughed a little under his breath. She could feel the vibrations in his chest and she savored them.
"Whatever for?"
"...For everything. From back there." It was all she could reply. It seemed painfully obvious what she was indebt to him for.
"Oh...I think anyone would have done the same thing," he looked away from her. She could only see profile of his amber eyes now, like golden coins. They avoided her, looking upward, downward, or toward the rather interesting brick wall. The golden coins rotated and glimmered.
Silence.
"You, you remind me of someone...actually," he finally breathed out in a puff of air. It seemed like he had been holding his breath. She looked up, but his words didn't reach her when she noticed instead that he smelled like the deep musk of a woody forest. She could only teach her lungs to breathe in and hold the scent in her nostrils. When she couldn't keep it in, she exhaled and allowed his words to sink.
"Who?" she asked quietly, and he looked directly at her since they began walking. The two golden spheres for eyes stared unblinkingly. They seemed to cloud over, and a mist crept over his gaze. The door opened and a girl who was just leaving the nurses office and bumped accidentally in the boy's side. She uttered a loud but polite apology and caught the door for them, as they hobbled slowly inside. The nurse turned in interest and first noticed the disabled girl clutching her stomach and her eyes widened slightly. She gave a pen to Kagome and tapped the sign in sheet.
"Fill that out and I'll get you bed right away." She left to retrieve blankets and a pillow.
Kagome untwined her arms from warm comfort and wrote down her information, abbreviating everything possible. The boy looked down from her shoulder without her notice.
"Kagome?" Her insides jumped and her feet felt jittery as the pen rolled from her fingers. It felt strange to hear the syllables of her name from his voice. Strange but somehow delightful.
"I'm Inu...uh, Inuyasha," he muttered, "Inu for short."
Kagome parted her lips to say something, but the nurse pulled her from him, which felt like being doused with unpleasantly cold water. "Finished? Good, come here please."
Inuyasha sit down roughly in a chair and felt it sink under his firm weight. His hand rubbed his mouth and the side of his cheeks in contemplation as he sighed. The blood that has been smeared over his hand reminded him of someone with blood-red painted fingernails.
(Muahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!)
AN: I rewrote the entire half of the thing. It is less ugly. I feel awesome. I'm also tired. dies
Inu Yasha: looks at story I'm so cool:-D
Kagome: looks at story also what the FREAK?!?!?!! He's not cute, not nice, and definitely not that cool!!!!
Inu Yasha: I'm cooler than you, wench:-(
Kagome: Osuwariiiiiii!!!
Inu Yasha: XD;;;;;;;;; &&$(&#(&#$(&#$(
Kagome: OO my ears...they burn...
Sango & Miroku: What about us? When do we get to be in the story??
Me: maybe later. Not sure, I didn't plan this story out like my other ones. --;;;
All: big fat accusing arrow pointing at me -- Lazy bum
Me: that's harsh!! ;;
Me: well, anways, I know this story isn't that great (especially out of the 3000 IY ficcy's out there... ) but please review!! If ya do, I most likely will love you to death and come up with some brilliant idea for the next chap. Cuz other than that, I am totally clueless as to what to write for the next chappie. ;;;;
Gomen and Arigato!!!
meow-chan
