Is anyone still reading this? Guess I'll find out.
Disclaimer I do not own Inuaysha
Chapter 8-Caught In Between
And Now She Loved Him
Inuyasha looked around, he was at a carnival. He didn't remember much but the only thing he needed as motivation to move was Kagome running, crying.
"Kagome!" He called.
"Wha…What happened…?" He asked himself, confused.
But she left him thinking that maybe he did something he shouldn't have.
He ran after her, determined to get some answers.
"Kagome!" He called again. He banged on the door of the house.
"Kagome, let me in! Come on! I'm soaking wet out here!" He complained.
She didn't open the door though, she just escaped his sight to other parts of the house.
Inuyasha tried to open it but it was locked.
Finally, after just under 10 minutes of banging and yelling, the door opened and revealed a very angry Kagome.
"What?!" She demanded.
"Kagome…what's wrong with you?" Inuyasha asked, clearly concerned.
"Nothing! I'm fine!" She snapped bitterly.
"Yeah, right! First you were crying and now you're yelling in my face! Tell me! How did I get here! I don't even remember what happened!!"
"You seemed to know what was happening when you had your mouth all over your girlfriend!" Kagome said in his face.
"What are you talking about?! I don't have a girlfriend! What's all this about?!" Suddenly, images rushed to his head of wild lust that had overcome him earlier.
'Wha…What?' He wondered.
'I…I didn't do that…' He thought with a puzzled look on his face. Inuyasha thought more of it only to have a door slam in his face.
'Is that why Kagome's mad? But…that wouldn't make any sense! Why would she care? But...how...wha...'
He gave up on knocking on the door and began walking home. It was a little far away but he guessed that it was about time to get back.
Inside, Kagome leaned against the door and fell slowly to a crouch, weeping."I can't believe this is making me so mad! I don't understand!" She screamed in frustration.
'I just met Inuyasha! Why do I care who he kisses? He's just a friend!'
She rose slowly, scared that her brain might be faster than she was and that maybe…maybe she was in love with Inuyasha. Kagome shooed the thought immediately and shook her head wildly. She didn't want to think like that. How could love hurt so much? It was by this question that she convinced herself that she did not love him.
When Inuyasha finally got home, the door was locked. Oh yeah, he had locked it when he left for the carnival and his family were still gone for him to have the house that night. Just thinking about what they expected him to do gave him shivers. Then he thought about Kagome in that way. He slapped himself harshly for actually entertaining thoughts like that even for a minute.
He dug in his pockets for a key but found none.
'Dammit! Where am I going to go? Kikyo lives like 5 miles away. Miroku…no, I won't ask him for help. Sango might let me in.' and with that thought he rushed to Sango's house, pounding on the door.
A tired face popped out an upstairs window. Sango stared at Inuyasha and said
"Ugh!" She closed the window and rushed downstairs.
Once the door was opened she demanded,
"Inuyasha, what are you doing here?!" It was more of an angry whisper.
"Come on, Sango! Let me in! I'm soaking out here!" He was pleading with her, something he probably never did before. But given the situation, he needed to at least be inside a warm house to sort things out.
"You can sleep on the couch. And you shouldn't go to school tomorrow either; you caught a cold in that weather." Sango scolded him mockingly as she went back upstairs.
"Sango...thanks."
The next morning, Inuyasha woke up with the sun shining too brightly in his eyes. His left clawed hand shielded his vulnerable golden orbs.
The rays of yellow and white shot straight through though, and he realized that it wasn't morning, Inuyasha was dreaming. He observed with squinting eyes to get a vague picture of what looked to be Kagome. She was like an angel with that light surrounding her.
He whispered her name gently and she came into his arms. He realized that it was in fact, Miroku, and not Kagome. He woke up abruptly, screaming,
"NO!!" He yelled. His rough breathing slowly eased and his ribcage he felt, was slightly hurt. He looked around, seeing that he was on the floor. Again, he fell asleep in a friend's house and again he fell off the couch to injure himself.
"Fell asleep in someone else's house again." He muttered as he rubbed his sore ribs.
Inuyasha attempted rising and was rewarded with the knowledge that his body hurt from the bottom of his chest and under, the surge of pain stopped just below his waistline and just above his Ahem! I think we understand.
He yawned dryly, taking into account that this was Sango's house and that he probably shouldn't touch anything.
He searched around for a clock but was startled when one rang furiously right in front of him. He stared dully at it, and then saw that it was ten.
Without brushing his teeth, showering or even anything, he walked out the door.
Kagome listened boredly to the lecture she was forced to bear with. Her heart's ache dwindled as she thought of all the fun times she had already had with their little group. But Kagome realized that that group was probably already over since she left Inuyasha out in the rain.
By lunch, she wasn't sure what to think anymore. Or where to sit. She found Sango and Miroku with Inuyasha sitting together and chatting and eating lunch. Inuyasha acting rather silent.
"Hi guys!" She sounded more ecstatic than normal, seeing as it was fake.
"Hi, Kagome!"
"Greetings, Kagome."
"Hey, wench." Inuyasha was very monotone as he stared calmly but inside angrily at the girl before him.
The table fell silent as the two exchanged glares.
Inuyasha's words earned a question from Sango.
"Inuyasha, why so hostile? You shouldn't call her that!"
"You're right, it was only rain, Sango." He replied simply,
"What? What does that mean?" Miroku asked.
Inuyasha didn't answer but smiled as Kikyo approached them. She smiled back to him, he wasn't sure last night really was a bad thing anymore, he did like Kikyo anyway.
He wasn't ashamed of it really.
She walked over to him and sat on his lap, something he didn't complain about. He pulled her better into his lap but felt her thighs slightly squeeze his midriff, the place where he fell off the couch that morning. Inuyasha felt the light pain that allowed a brief expression of pain before it turned into a smile. Kagome smirked at seeing this pain he attempted to hide.
Everyone fell silent once more as they witnessed Inuyasha and Kikyo and this new development.
Kagome though, strayed off to other subjects, like Kouga staring peculiarly at her.
She gave a forced and light smile to him.
Then thought,
'Maybe I don't love Inuyasha after all. I'm sure I don't'
Kagome lifted her tray off of the table and went to join the lone wolf a few tables across.
"Can I sit here?" She asked politely.
"Of course, I'd be glad if you did, Kagome."
It seemed as though Kagome temporarily left the group to hang with Kouga.
Kikyo and Sango and Miroku all got the story out of Inuyasha. While Sango was pretty neutral, Miroku decided that for once, Inuyasha was the victim and such was Kikyo's decision too.
Kikyo and Koga were fools being played by two masterminds, Kagome was mostly sighted with Kouga all the time and Inuyasha with Kikyo. They were on an occasionally kissing basis. For a few days it went like that. Inuyasha and Kagome tried helplessly to make the other jealous. Though he wasn't really using Kikyo, he liked her a lot. Kagome though, had failed miserably in finding love in Kouga.
Sadly, Kouga didn't notice at all. All she knew is that she needed to be with someone, she couldn't be alone for what Inuyasha had done to her. He had fooled her with his sweet singing and his words and his apologies to their past arguments. And now she loved him. And she hated it, she couldn't love him, not for what he was doing to her, for what he had already done.
If you haven't noticed, Kagome is the real victim here, I feel bad now....is anyone still reading this story? I better not have wasted a thousand and a half words on something forgotten.