((authors note:: this took way to fucking long to get up. My apologies))
Disclaimer: I wonder how many chapters I have to do before the people who actually want to sue me figure out that I am making no claim to Inu-yasha. He's not mine, dammit! You don't have to rub it in my face! **shakes fist and mutters incoherent curses** bah. Now my ego's all bruised. Oh, well. La. Read on
OUR HOUSE
Chapter 4: Getting There Day 2
Kagome awoke to darkness. At first she was disoriented, and mentally kicked herself for being an insomniac. She could never get through a night without waking up at least three times, and it had gotten so bad that if she DIDN'T wake up she felt cheated. It was as if waking several times a night reassured her that she had actually slept. Grumbling, she rolled over, kicking off a small mountain of blankets, to stare at the clock. It was 2:30. Good god. What the hell was wrong with her?
She lay there for a long time, trying to fall back asleep. The bed was so comfy and big, and there was a multitude of blankets at her disposal for nesting. Time passed, and she drifted in and out of a light doze, but never fully managed to go back to sleep. At 3:00 Kagome's back started to ache; the usual sign that her body didn't want to sleep anymore. She frowned into her pillow. Why the hell didn't her body want to sleep in the fucking morning???
Annoyed, she violently shoved the blankets off of her and stepped over the side of her bed------and into a table. She blinked in the darkness, a sinking feeling nagging at her. She didn't have a table right next to her bed at home...
Kagome climbed back onto her bed and over the mountain of blankets until she reached the other side. She reached out a hand to touch the wall beside her bed and ended up falling onto a carpet. Fear clogged her throat as Kagome picked herself up, rubbing the elbow she'd scraped. Where was she?
She crawled around the bed, feeling her way around until she reached the edge of what felt like a curtain. The fact that there was such a big curtain there spooked her even more. Holding onto the rough fabric, she climbed to her feet and felt her way across the curtain until she reached a break. She squared her shoulders against her fears, gripped the edge of the curtain, and yanked it back.
Brilliant light flooded into her room, washing away the darkness. Kagome gave a little squeak of surprise and fell on her butt, spots dancing in front of her eyes at the sudden light. "And He said, let here be light, and so it was, and it was good." She murmured dryly as her head reeled. Let there be light...lots and lots of fucking light at 3 a.m.
Which meant that it wasn't morning; it was afternoon.
Kagome blinked her sore eyes several times, and then opened them wide to take in her surroundings. She was in a hotel room. For a moment she was confused before her memory returned, and when it did she fell back onto the carpet with a loud sigh. So much for being at home.
She lay there, tracing the creases in her pajama shirt, and reviewed her predicament. Kouga came to mind and she frowned. Damn his stupid little insecurities. She made a face at the cream-colored walls and rolled over on her side, hating how her temperament rebelled and sadness crept up on her. She couldn't help it, though. Kagome remembered what it felt like to be with him, how it felt to tangle around him in some sweat-soaked embrace as they devoured each other. Or even better; as he devoured her. Kouga was like a consuming force, violent and charged with spontaneous energy. That wild quality was what had originally attracted her to him. He was exciting and vivid, and being around him took her breath away. But there was rage with that super-charged energy. He'd be happy and beaming one moment, and then snarling and angry the next. And he would direct that violence toward her. She knew he'd had a bad past with his family, and even that he was involved with a gang, but somehow those things hadn't mattered. Kagome was ashamed to admit now that she'd actually thought she could fix him, that she could be the one who calmed his storm. But he became a baby-sitting gig that she wasn't getting much out of, and the turbulent six-month relationship came to a very abrupt end when he hit her.
Kagome smiled grimly at the memory. He had been in one of his moods when he'd done it, and he'd struck her across the face good and hard when she'd told him that he was acting like a child when he'd pushed her too far. Kouga got a vicious, and very visible, bruise of his own. And if he was ever able to have children after her parting shot, she would be very surprised.
He got his revenge, though. He finally found a safe weapon that would thoroughly screw up her life, and now she had to leave town. Kagome would have preferred to just shoot him after giving him a thorough beating, but her mother's job and her brother's safety were at stake. She wouldn't endanger them over some petty revenge. But he'd pay for this. She would NOT live in fear. And if she saw him on the street some sunny day, she wouldn't hesitate to run him over.
Kagome unclenched her fists and sat up, pushing masses of thick black hair out of her face. And now she was stuck with Miroku for two days.
She stopped running her hands through sleep-tangled hair and stared at the bed thoughtfully. A slow, steady laugh bubbled up from her throat, morphing into a
chuckle and then into devious laughter as the past night's events returned to her.
Kagome walked into the bathroom with a dreamy, pleased expression on her face, and she chuckled all the way into the shower.
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Steam rose in great billowing clouds that pressed up against the ceiling of the charming hotel bathroom. Its walls were slick with water, and the air was chokingly thick with moisture. A dark, looming figure eased into the bathroom, opening and closing the door quickly to keep the heat in so as not to alarm the current occupant of the shower. The intruder's face was shadowed, and in his hand he held an indistinct object. He edged closer.
The woman in the shower (a luscious, unsuspecting maiden) was singing in a lovely voice. Her singing turned into a hum as she turned the water off, and still humming, she jerked the shower curtain open, feeling refreshed and happy.
Kagome turned and stared at her cousin standing in front of her in the bathroom. Her eyes widened, and she was stunned into immobility. Miroku smirked as he raised a bucket he was holding. "Good morning, sunshine." He smirked, and hurled the contents of the bucket at her.
Downstairs, a clerk named Hibiki looked up from his crossword puzzle when he thought he heard screaming. He paused from his game, straining to hear it again. But no sound came. He shook his head and went back to his game. Maybe it was time he got his hearing checked...
((end note:: I am so sorry that this chapter is so short and so anti-climatic. I'm disgusted with myself that this took so long and that it ended up so short after I stressed over it for a while fucking week. Ah, well. My apologies. At least now she'll get to the house quicker. **sighs** bah.))
Disclaimer: I wonder how many chapters I have to do before the people who actually want to sue me figure out that I am making no claim to Inu-yasha. He's not mine, dammit! You don't have to rub it in my face! **shakes fist and mutters incoherent curses** bah. Now my ego's all bruised. Oh, well. La. Read on
OUR HOUSE
Chapter 4: Getting There Day 2
Kagome awoke to darkness. At first she was disoriented, and mentally kicked herself for being an insomniac. She could never get through a night without waking up at least three times, and it had gotten so bad that if she DIDN'T wake up she felt cheated. It was as if waking several times a night reassured her that she had actually slept. Grumbling, she rolled over, kicking off a small mountain of blankets, to stare at the clock. It was 2:30. Good god. What the hell was wrong with her?
She lay there for a long time, trying to fall back asleep. The bed was so comfy and big, and there was a multitude of blankets at her disposal for nesting. Time passed, and she drifted in and out of a light doze, but never fully managed to go back to sleep. At 3:00 Kagome's back started to ache; the usual sign that her body didn't want to sleep anymore. She frowned into her pillow. Why the hell didn't her body want to sleep in the fucking morning???
Annoyed, she violently shoved the blankets off of her and stepped over the side of her bed------and into a table. She blinked in the darkness, a sinking feeling nagging at her. She didn't have a table right next to her bed at home...
Kagome climbed back onto her bed and over the mountain of blankets until she reached the other side. She reached out a hand to touch the wall beside her bed and ended up falling onto a carpet. Fear clogged her throat as Kagome picked herself up, rubbing the elbow she'd scraped. Where was she?
She crawled around the bed, feeling her way around until she reached the edge of what felt like a curtain. The fact that there was such a big curtain there spooked her even more. Holding onto the rough fabric, she climbed to her feet and felt her way across the curtain until she reached a break. She squared her shoulders against her fears, gripped the edge of the curtain, and yanked it back.
Brilliant light flooded into her room, washing away the darkness. Kagome gave a little squeak of surprise and fell on her butt, spots dancing in front of her eyes at the sudden light. "And He said, let here be light, and so it was, and it was good." She murmured dryly as her head reeled. Let there be light...lots and lots of fucking light at 3 a.m.
Which meant that it wasn't morning; it was afternoon.
Kagome blinked her sore eyes several times, and then opened them wide to take in her surroundings. She was in a hotel room. For a moment she was confused before her memory returned, and when it did she fell back onto the carpet with a loud sigh. So much for being at home.
She lay there, tracing the creases in her pajama shirt, and reviewed her predicament. Kouga came to mind and she frowned. Damn his stupid little insecurities. She made a face at the cream-colored walls and rolled over on her side, hating how her temperament rebelled and sadness crept up on her. She couldn't help it, though. Kagome remembered what it felt like to be with him, how it felt to tangle around him in some sweat-soaked embrace as they devoured each other. Or even better; as he devoured her. Kouga was like a consuming force, violent and charged with spontaneous energy. That wild quality was what had originally attracted her to him. He was exciting and vivid, and being around him took her breath away. But there was rage with that super-charged energy. He'd be happy and beaming one moment, and then snarling and angry the next. And he would direct that violence toward her. She knew he'd had a bad past with his family, and even that he was involved with a gang, but somehow those things hadn't mattered. Kagome was ashamed to admit now that she'd actually thought she could fix him, that she could be the one who calmed his storm. But he became a baby-sitting gig that she wasn't getting much out of, and the turbulent six-month relationship came to a very abrupt end when he hit her.
Kagome smiled grimly at the memory. He had been in one of his moods when he'd done it, and he'd struck her across the face good and hard when she'd told him that he was acting like a child when he'd pushed her too far. Kouga got a vicious, and very visible, bruise of his own. And if he was ever able to have children after her parting shot, she would be very surprised.
He got his revenge, though. He finally found a safe weapon that would thoroughly screw up her life, and now she had to leave town. Kagome would have preferred to just shoot him after giving him a thorough beating, but her mother's job and her brother's safety were at stake. She wouldn't endanger them over some petty revenge. But he'd pay for this. She would NOT live in fear. And if she saw him on the street some sunny day, she wouldn't hesitate to run him over.
Kagome unclenched her fists and sat up, pushing masses of thick black hair out of her face. And now she was stuck with Miroku for two days.
She stopped running her hands through sleep-tangled hair and stared at the bed thoughtfully. A slow, steady laugh bubbled up from her throat, morphing into a
chuckle and then into devious laughter as the past night's events returned to her.
Kagome walked into the bathroom with a dreamy, pleased expression on her face, and she chuckled all the way into the shower.
__________________________________________
Steam rose in great billowing clouds that pressed up against the ceiling of the charming hotel bathroom. Its walls were slick with water, and the air was chokingly thick with moisture. A dark, looming figure eased into the bathroom, opening and closing the door quickly to keep the heat in so as not to alarm the current occupant of the shower. The intruder's face was shadowed, and in his hand he held an indistinct object. He edged closer.
The woman in the shower (a luscious, unsuspecting maiden) was singing in a lovely voice. Her singing turned into a hum as she turned the water off, and still humming, she jerked the shower curtain open, feeling refreshed and happy.
Kagome turned and stared at her cousin standing in front of her in the bathroom. Her eyes widened, and she was stunned into immobility. Miroku smirked as he raised a bucket he was holding. "Good morning, sunshine." He smirked, and hurled the contents of the bucket at her.
Downstairs, a clerk named Hibiki looked up from his crossword puzzle when he thought he heard screaming. He paused from his game, straining to hear it again. But no sound came. He shook his head and went back to his game. Maybe it was time he got his hearing checked...
((end note:: I am so sorry that this chapter is so short and so anti-climatic. I'm disgusted with myself that this took so long and that it ended up so short after I stressed over it for a while fucking week. Ah, well. My apologies. At least now she'll get to the house quicker. **sighs** bah.))