Wow...this chapter was not at all hard to write...
But all these little plot puppies keep pawing inside my head, begging to be let out...
So far, I have four little plot puppies in my head.
1. An Inuyasha short story, Oceanside Diner. (Which I will post when entirely completed)
2. An Inuyasha one-shot.
3. A sequel to that Inuyasha one-shot.
4. And Visions of the Haunted. (Which I've completely lost motivation for, that lil plot puppy is just lazy.)
'Ships: Kagome/Inuyasha, Sango/Miroku
Chapter Title: Putting it Together
Chapter Teaser: "Oh that's not true, Kagome. I love you, sweetheart." From of his pocket, he pulled out a bottle. It rattled a bit, as if there were pills inside... and there were.Twisting off the cap, he shook the bottle slightly, and three oval-shaped orange pills fell into his hand. "Let me help you ease the pain..."
Notes: "words"- means speaking; 'words'- means thinking; italics- emphasis on words
Dedication: To my three inspirational Inuyasha writers: Rozefire, Pline, and Rogue Pryde.
Disclaimer:
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For if I did, in Hell Kikyo would rot.
Kagome would have her hanyou,
But we would too!
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I loved my last poem so much, I had to try another one!
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Chapter Eight: Putting It Together
Sango was still reeling over the fact that Miroku had kissed her, that she didn't even notice when Kagome sat down next to her. She pulled up a chair beside the love-struck Secret Service agent sitting on her balcony, staring off into space.
"Yoo-hoo...Sango? Sango!" Kagome said, waving her hand in front of the girl's face.
"Hm? Huh, what?" Sango started when Kagome snapped her fingers right in front of her nose. "Are you on drugs, Sango? If you are, you really should tell me." Sango sighed, a smile paying on her lips, causing Kagome to stare at her friend as if she were delirious. She seemed in a daze. One of those dazes that you always see actresses in movies in when they fall in love with the boy in the story. Suddenly, something clicked into place for Kagome.
"It's a boy, isn't it?" Kagome asked and then promptly squealed when Sango nodded her head "yes". "I knew it! I could tell that look anywhere! Is it someone I know?" Sango nodded again and Kagome smiled widely. "Who?"
She turned to face Kagome, her eyes shining bright, and whispered, "Miroku!"
Kagome nearly fell out of her chair. "MIROKU!" She half-yelled. Then her voice dropped back down to a dramatically rushed whisper as she spoke again, "So what... Wait.. Did he kiss you?"
In response, Sango blushed furiously and hid her face in her hands.
"I KNEW IT!" Kagome yelled, sending some birds in a tree nearby flying. She lowered her voice. "I knew there was something going on between you two! What did that little genius girl call it in that book...frisson?" (See Chapter 5 if confused) Sango found her voice and replied, "Yes. Oh, Kagome, he said 'I've loved you as long as I've known you'. Is that not sweet?" Kagome smiled sadly and replied, her voice barely above a whisper, "The sweetest thing I've ever heard..."
"SANGO AND MIROKU SITTIN' IN A TREE! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"SHUT UP SOUTA!" Kagome yelled, promptly throwing her shoe at her little brother.
"OWW!"
--Later that day--
Kagome found herself in the bathroom again, the box of razor blades on the sink mocking her. A taunting chorus of voices filled her head...
"Sango and Miroku are together. Where does that leave you?"
"You're alone and you know it."
"The sweetest thing I've ever heard..."
Those were all thoughts in her own voice, but another voice broke through her own, and in the midst of it all, Naraku's dulcet tones awakened in her subconscious...
"Let me help you ease the pain..."
Unbidden, a memory from three years ago began playing in her mind...
--flashback--
Kagome had just been completely ignored by her father. It was the first year of his presidency and he must have been preoccupied, because he didn't even notice her. But Kagome noticed him not noticing, and it hurt her feelings. Instead of confronting him about it, maybe to try and ease her troubled thoughts, she had snuck into the library to find a good book to read to occupy herself.
That was where Naraku found her, curled up in an armchair, a leather-bound copy of Romeo and Juliet in her hands.
"Hello Kagome." He said.
She had not heard him enter, that was how engrossed in the book she was. His voice chilled her to the bone as she looked up into his heartless eyes. Yet, for someone being who didn't feel very loved at the moment, they held warmth, almost caring.
"Hello Mr. Naraku," She said quietly.
"Are you okay, Kagome, dear?" He asked her softly, crouching down so that he was eye-level with her. Her small frame seemed to inch away from him, but she was sure it wasn't out of reflex alone. "No need to be afraid, Kagome. It's all right."
Tears pricked the young girl's eyes as she asked him sadly, "Why did Daddy ignore me? And why did Sango and Miroku not even talk to me today? Do you know, Mr. Naraku?"
"You are weak, worthless. No one cares for you. Not even Sango or Miroku. They get paid to look concerned. They are only a year older than you, but they think they are so much better because their parents are in the Secret Service and they're training for it. To protect weak people like you. Your parents aren't even paying attention to you."
The tears that had threatened to fall now streamed down her cheeks as she stared at him, her mouth open in shock. "W-What should I do?" She sobbed, "Nobody loves me!"
"Oh that's not true, Kagome.I love you, sweetheart." He hissed malevolently. But the tone was lost to the heartbroken twelve year old. From of his pocket, he pulled out a bottle. It rattled a bit, as if there were pills inside...and there were.Twisting off the cap, he shook the bottle slightly, and three oval-shaped orange pills fell into his hand. "Let me help you ease the pain..."
He handed one to Kagome and then popped one into his own mouth and swallowed it dry. A glass of water was on the table next to the lamp and Kagome picked it up. Placing the pill into her mouth, she sipped a mouthful of water and swallowed. It tasted horrible and went down the wrong way, feeling, to her, as if a much larger object was sliding awkwardly down her throat. She stood up, though she didn't really know why. Naraku smiled down at her and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
He handed the bottle to Kagome, saying, in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Good girl. Now take one whenever you hurt, honey." With that, he left, ignoring her slight swaying. And through blurred vision, Kagome noticed the label on the bottle for the first time before she passed out:
Stress Formula
HIGH POTENCY
With essential amounts of B Vitamins for energy metabolism
and nervous system health to help you cope with stress.
WARNING: KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN
RESULTS COULD BE FATAL
--end flashback--
Kagome would never ever forgive Naraku for that. She had passed out and been rushed to the hospital. She couldn't remember a thing when she got out. About a week later she regained her memory, but Naraku had threatened to hurt her and her brother if she told. She also highly doubted her parents would believe that the Vice President tried to kill her.
So she kept it to herself, like the weak, worthless person she was.
Glaring at the razor blades, she took one out of the box, ripped off the protective cardboard covering and brought it to her arm once, twice, three times. In anger, she balled her hand up into a fist, forgetting the blade was in her hand and inducing tears as it cut into her palm.
A loud thump! caused her to gasp, throw the razor blade hurriedly into the sink and stow the box back into the cabinet. In quick movements, she ran a tissue under water and dabbed her cuts clean. Grabbing the plunger by the toilet, Kagome readied herself and flung open the door, moving stealthily, something red caught her eye. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Inuyasha on her balcony, and a moment later, she sunk to the floor in relief.
Inuyasha walked over to her and knelt down, almost falling over when he smelt something curiously strong, almost metallic, like blood. "What were you going to do? Plunge me to death?"
"Ha. Ha. Ha." Kagome said tonelessly, boosting herself up with the plunger, "Very funny." She grunted, straining to pull the plunger back up, but her right hand was slick and painful on the rough wooden handle, due to the cut that had reopened on her palm.
Inuyasha grabbed the handle, "Feh, wench. Lemme help." He was closer to her now, and the scent of blood was thick around her. He was sure it was blood... "No, I got it," She said, pulling up with both hands to no avail. 'I can't let him see my hand.' She thought frantically. Grabbing the handle tightly, Inuyasha wrenched it up with one hand, and with a pop! the suction released. She tried hurriedly to hide her hand from him. But then he saw it, and he dropped the plunger. 'There was blood.' He thought to himself.
"Kagome...you're bleeding..." He said, stepping forward slightly and looking at her right hand. Taking a red handkerchief from his back pocket, he wrapped it around her hand. He was so gentle with it that she closed her eyes. Or maybe that was to stop the tears from falling... "Stupid girl. What did you do?"
She slipped her hand from his reach and walked around him, out to the balcony. "Kagome?" He whispered, joining her to where they recited Shakespeare to each other. Kagome was examining her arms and Inuyasha (unbeknownst to her) was looking over her shoulder. With a sigh, she folded her arms and leaned against the balcony railing.
"Ka-" He started to speak, but first he found, he had to think. Something wasn't right about those cuts, and he was going to find out what.
"Inuyasha?" Kagome said quietly.
"Yeah?" His voice came out in a strangled whisper as he leaned on the rail, glancing sideways at her.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Feh," He responded, which Kagome took as a 'yes'.
"I've never told anyone this, except Sango and Miroku." She said, looking down, as if she was afraid to look at him.
And he found himself asking, "Are you sure you want to trust me with your secrets?"
She whispered, almost inaudibly, even for him, but he could have sworn that this is what he heard:
"I would trust you with my life."
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Kikyo was pacing the floor of her office, waiting on the phone call from Inuyasha. She was muttering to herself, quite vehemently, and making some suggestive hand gestures. Kouga, on the other hand, had his eyes glued to the television. A Music Video Marathon on BET, more like. Every once in a while, he would pause it, peel himself off the leather sofa, and try to copy the dance moves from the most recent video. Ah, the power of TiVo. Kikyo's persistent pacing was killing his concentration, however. When he found he had tripped up the Michael Jackson-esque moves of Usher for the third time, he interrupted Kikyo's exercise.
"Yo, Martha Stewart, chill."
"Martha Stewart?" She glared at him.
"Hey, I don't make the rules. Y'know," He said wonderingly, "da Prez's offspring looks like you."
"What?"
"You could be, like, her twin." He said, handing her a paper.
"Hmm. Interesting..." She said, looking at Kagome's picture on the paper.
"Yo, dawg...I don't like that look..."
"Kouga. Go. Go find Inuyasha and that.. girl..."
"Kagome." Kouga supplied helpfully.
"Whatever," she snapped. "Go and ...listen in on their conversation or something, see if she tells him anything..."
"Aight." He said, walking towards the door. After he left, Kikyo spoke to herself, looking down at Kagome's picture. "If not, we may have to give Kagome a little push in the wrong direction..."
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"He gave you freaking painkillers!" Inuyasha whispered incredulously, wanting to scream it, but not finding his voice. Kagome nodded sadly. "I fainted and got taken to the hospital." The tears choked her next words, "B-But, my parents paid attention to me w-when it happened, so I kept taking them. First, like one every other month. But then I started taking two and three at a time. I-- I almost overdosed."
Inuyasha simply stared at the girl in horror. Then, suddenly, his ears twitched and his nose picked up an unpleasant scent.
"Kouga." He breathed.
Kagome looked at him, confused. Her thoughts put themselves together and she said, in some shock, "The guy that tried to puppy-nap Shippo?"
Whoops.
"Yeah. He's here. Somewhere. I got to go."
"But--"
He gave her a reassuring smile, "I won't tell anyone."
"You promise?"
Reaching down into his shirt, he pulled out a necklace Kagome had never seen before. It was comprised of rounded black beads and what looked like fangs. A fang in-between every five beads. He slipped it over his head and brought it to his lips, placing a small kiss on the center fang. Stepping closer to her, he placed them over her head and they settled around her neck, the glass beads cold on her skin. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment before he realized they were still there and hurriedly dropped them, muttering, "Feh."
"That's my promise." He had to fight the urge not to add "wench" to the end of his sentence. It wouldn't do good to insult her. Besides, he had to go kill Kouga. He waved goodbye as he swung over the rail, landing swiftly on the ground.
"Bye," Kagome whispered, fingering the cool glass beads around her neck.
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Kouga had ran back to Kikyo when he heard his name mentioned. Coward.
"Well?" Kikyo asked pointedly upon his return.
Kouga shook his head, not arriving in time to hear enough of their conversation,and Kikyo cursed under her breath.
"Fine then. Plan B it is."
"Right." He said, and then added, "Um, yeah, what exactly is Plan B?"
"You'll see. For now, just do what I say."
"Yes your high and mighty Queen Witch." He muttered.
Update coming as soon as its finished...
Please review!
To three people who reviewed last chapter
(I'm averaging three people per chapter and all my chapters have three words...creepy...):
myinuyasha04: So I caught you off-guard? I tried to be subtle, to see if anyone would catch on...I didn't want to outright say it...Anyhoo, hope you liked this chapter.
Douteki Dyuo: Miroku has to be perverted...still, not bad Mir/San fluffiness, apparently, lol... You're stories are hilarious! I love Lucky Number Seven! (I recommend it! I recommend ALL of my Favorite Stories! Go read them while you wait on me to update!)
Pline: Yay! Somebody "aww"-ed! I'm not alone! I was re-reading it and I still went "awww!" And I wrote it! Now you must update yours! Inuyasha and Kagome WILL kiss! --regains composure--Maybe you'll like my new disclaimer poem, lol. You're going to kill me when I start adding in Super Evil Cliffies! Beware! --ominous music in background-- Um, yeah, if you hated Naraku chapter before last, you must seriously want to kill him now. Right?--watches as Pline steals Tetsusaiga and storms off, looking for Naraku.--
Uh-oh...