Chapter Four
The last bell rang and Kagome waited for Inuyasha by his locker. She had memorized which one it was, 3687 D. It was just right outside of her last hour. Inuyasha pushed his way through the crowd and saw Kagome standing by his locker. He hoped this would become a tradition because Kagome's locker was in the busiest part of the school and quite frankly he hated pushing his way over to it. But he did it anyway, just to see her between classes.
"Hey Kagome." Inuyasha said as he walked up to his locker and started putting in the combination 17, 41, 7. "What up? Have fun in Sociology?" Inuyasha dramatically sighed "Oh yes! It was great fun!" She laughed at his sarcasm. "Hey Kagome? You want to go see a movie tomorrow?" Inuyasha breathed out quickly. "Oh ... umm.. gee I want to but uh, I cant." Kagome said nervously. "I'm...grounded." Inuyasha looked a little disappointed. "Oh, well that's ok. What did you do to get grounded?" Kagome shuffled her feet. "Oh you know, just stuff." Inuyasha slipped the last book into his book bag and closed his locker. "Oh." .Outside Inuyasha and Kagome sat on the steps that went up to the school. Neither of them were ready to go home yet. "Inuyasha? About your painting... when can we get started?" Inuyasha looked a little surprised, he hadn't really thought about it. "Well, we could start now. You don't have to be anywhere do you?" Kagome looked at her feet, she knew if she wasn't home within a half an hour after school let out she would be in deep shit and no doubt Naraku would be really mad. "Nope, I don't have to be anywhere." Kagome said a little cocky, she smirked to herself at how Naraku's face would look when he realized that she didn't come home after school.
They stopped by the local drug store to get a milk shake. Inuyasha got a chocolate shake and Kagome got a strawberry shake. Mr. Trey let them take the cups. Kagome knew him from a long time ago, at one time he and her mom were dating. Oh how she missed the old days, where she actually had some freedom. "So, have you thought about poses?" Inuyasha asked her. "Poses? Like for the painting?" Inuyasha nodded a yes and took a sip of his shake. "Oh yes. I was thinking something like this..." Kagome put her shake down and reached behind her as she grabbed her leg like a ballerina, her eyes went cross and she put her finger under her nose like she was picking it. They both broke out laughing. Inuyasha especially. "Or something like this..." Kagome stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and started playing air guitar. Inuyasha laughed "You could be in that one band...umm. KISS! Yeah you could be in that!" Kagome picked up her shake. "You think?"
As soon as they reached the alley Inuyasha took out a charcoal pencil and some paper. "What's that for?" Kagome asked curiously. Inuyasha turned over an empty metal trash can and took off his over shirt to place on top of it. "Sit down, I have to draw it out before I put it in paint." Kagome, feeling a little dumb for not thinking of that, sat down on top of the trash can and Inuyasha's shirt. Inuyasha walked around her as if looking for the right angle. Kagome, feeling a little bored, decided to stare at the little children playing in the park. "PERFECT!" Inuyasha yelled very loudly into her ear nonetheless. "What and what are you yelling for!" Inuyasha immediately walked over to her. "Shh, just go back to whatever you were doing a second ago."
"What? Watching the children?" Inuyasha nodded, and Kagome a little crept out by all of this, went back to peacefully watching a child go down the slide. She reminisced on a memory of her mother. It was almost like yesterday she could remember it that clear, the leave were blowing in the wind and signs of autumn were all around. A much younger Kagome climbed to the top of the slide, her worried mother down below telling her to be careful and just as she was getting ready to go down, Kagome stepped on her untied shoe lace, going stomach first all the way down the metallic slide.
"You look so sad... is something wrong?" Inuyasha inquired whilst looking at a seemingly preoccupied Kagome, her eyes were wide with sadness seeping from them while at the same time they were clouded as if angry with the world. She sat with her knees facing him, leaning against the wall with her head turned to her right. When she didn't answer him, he figured it best to leave well enough alone and sketched the beauty of her sorrow and anguish. Deep inside him he wished he could cure whatever was causing her to feel like the world had turned against her. He kept the charcoal to the paper as her drew out every detail of her lips and every shadow that clouded her eyes.