Author's Note: Well, here it is. Chapter 5. Sorry if last chapter was a bit… depressing. I'm sorry to say that this one is a bit as well, but it perks up at the end, I promise. Haha. Well, I don't want to ramble on too long up here, because I bet most of you skim past this part anyways, so along you go!
Reviews: As you all know, I adore each and every one of you, -pets- ; Here's a few answers to your reviews.
Amber Tinted – I know, Inuyasha can be an asshole sometimes. But that's why we love him, don't we? ; Thanks for reading the fic so far and reviewing every chapter! –gives you a cookie-
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Ryuu of the Broken Light – Inuyasha is just being bad. xP I'm sure he'll perk up sometime. And I promise I won't copy your swearword! Yeah, I have a few friends that invent swearwords, too. (I don't.) There's one that my friend calls 'Dagnamnit.' Is a combination between Dangit and Damnit. O.o;
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Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Inuyasha & Co. –grumbles-
Summary: High school is finally over. Summer's swept and gone, and Tokyo University is a bus ride away. College. It's time to start grown-up life, and throw away all the high school dilemmas. Ready for anything. I think. Wait. Who are you? Pairings: I/K, M/S, S/R, everybody else can go down the drain (except for kawaii Shippo! ).
Rated: PG13. For sensuality and language. So there! All you little kiddies shoo!
And now, on with the story!
Can I Buy You a Drink?
By Blurreth
Chapter Five – It's Hard to Say Sorry
Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel
My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel
Touching you, touching me
Touching you, God you're touching me
I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh!
I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day
You got me in a spin but everything is A.OK!
I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness
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Kagome sat on the edge of her bed, fuming.
It had been a week since the lovely event at the Italian restaurant. The two had not spoken, not even looked at each other, since. It was a curious thing to see them now – as one entered the room, the other would leave abruptly. If forced to be in each other's presence, they would both scowl and fall silent, carefully and deliberately missing each other's gaze, while Sango and Miroku chatted.
Speaking of Sango and Miroku, they had been seeing each other quite often. Too often. Sango was always at the boys' dormitory for 'educational' reasons, as classes were about to begin soon. And Miroku was always over at their place for a reason Kagome knew not about.
"I don't know, random reasons, I guess," Sango would shrug and scowl at the same time, and suddenly become interested in her dark pink chipped fingernails, when Kagome asked her.
"Oh, yeah right," Kagome would answer, but not jokingly. "You two are becoming great buds, aren't you?"
"Whatever," a dark tint matching her fingernails would creep up her cheeks. Noticing the slight bitterness in her roommate's voice, Sango asked suspiciously. "What's against it for you?"
"Oh, like you'll ever notice when you start dating Miroku," Kagome snapped. Then, under her breath, "Too busy having fun being groped by a certain perverted monk, pretending not to like it."
Sango heard. "Spit it out, Kags, and stop being a bitch."
"Oh, and you think I'm the one being a bitch?" Kagome answered, folding her arms across her chest and raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," Sango replied defiantly.
Kagome rolled her eyes, snuggled deeper into the velvet sofa, and returned to the book she was reading – The Artist's Eye, Volume III: Patterns and Shapes by Ernie Macmillian.
Unsatisfied with the silence, Sango glared fiercely at the pretty, raven-haired girl. "How the hell am I being a bitch?"
"I suppose you being a insensitive whore might have to do with it," Kagome answered coldly.
Sango flushed angrily.
"You think I'm being an insensitive whore? Look at yourself! You lock yourself in your room and in our place, always buried in some stupid book, refuse rudely every trip to the mall or a restaurant I offer, won't answer anything I ask you without starting a fight! Honestly, you're really getting on my nerves."
Kagome bit her lip.
"And you know what? I've tried, Kagome. I've really tried. I've done everything I could to make you cheery again. You know, from the first day I met you, I thought you were going to be great, like the best roommates and friends ever. But after that… Fight, with Inuyasha, you've really changed my perspective. All you do is sit around and yell at me. Just get over it, Kags! I mean, does it really matter that much?"
Sango's voice turned less of the anger and more of concern. "Is everything alright with you, Kagome?"
Kagome knew, at this point, was where she was supposed to say, No, I'm not alright. The fight with Inuyasha has really hurt me, and I thought he was a great guy. Like, a really, really, great guy. And now he hates me. And I miss my mom, And my brother and grandfather, but I didn't call them last night because I didn't want them to know how much I miss them. And I really hate being mean to you, but it just cuts out every time you talk to me, and everything is just… not alright.
And Sango was supposed to hug and reply with some comforting answer, and they would hug some more and Kagome might start crying and then all bonds broken during the dreadful week would be healed.
Kagome did not know why her tongue was so disobedient, or why she even did so, but instead of saying all she had rehearsed in her head, she replied: "Oh yes, I was quite alright until you came along."
She dropped her book on the floor and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
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"Inuyasha.."
"Mmmfpht," the silver-haired boy grumbled against the pillows.
Miroku pulled the pillow from under his head and slapped him with it. "C'mon, it's two in the afternoon, wake up," Miroku prodded him in the ribs.
Inuyasha remained silent and still.
The monk sighed. "Lord, Inuyasha, all week you've been doing nothing but sleeping. Seriously, you need to get up and see some daylight. Most of your hours are tucked in bed, and all the rest you're locked up in your room. Not cleaning, obviously," he added, raising an eyebrow at the mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere, a few pizza boxes, scattered CDs and papers, which appeared to be letters. Glancing at the sleeping boy, still unconscious on his bed, he gingerly picked one up.
Dearest Inuyasha, it read.
You haven't been writing in awhile, but it's all okay. Daddy has requested the transfer and they have accepted! The officials were a bit tight of the whole thing, but Daddy just had them sign a contract and donated a total of ten million dollars worth of educational improvements in the school, and they let me in! I suppose my teachers aren't quite happy about it (especially Ms. Sakyora, she's such a bitch, she's the one who sent me to the office for not following the dress code! She said my skirt was too short! She has some fashion issues anyways, have you seen that ugly red cardigan she always wears? Talk about depressing!), but Daddy says if I'm having any trouble with the classes, then I should just call him and everything will be fine!
I am moving to Tokyo University in the next week. I told you Daddy would take care of it! He would never let me down, of course. I mean, all is the best for me, right? I was completely meant to be where you are. I promise to stay with you wherever you go. I've even duplicated your schedule so we can be in the same classes! The classes you chose are really prestigious, and even I was reluctant when I saw them. Dear, I can't wait to drop out of the classes. I'll love the faces on those bitchy teachers when I declare and insult them to their knees. It'll be so much fun!
I must say, this is one of the more perfect things I have done. The only glitch is that the room next to yours in the dormitory is taken. By some bitches. And they wouldn't let me stay in the same room with you, as much as I know you want me to. But I asked Daddy to make them move out, and he called already, but they haven't returned their call.
So, all's well in time. I told you. I'll see you in a week from now…
"Enjoying yourself, Miroku?"
Miroku spun around, letter still in hand. "Inuyasha.. you're up?" he sputtered.
"Yeah, that's right," Inuyasha snarled. "What are you doing, reading my letters?"
Curious, Miroku inquired. "Come on, we're roommates, buddy. Who's Kikyou?"
Inuyasha sighed. "Fine. Kikyou Samata. She's my girlfriend, from high school. But in senior year, I moved to another school. We've been writing since."
Miroku raised an eyebrow. "More like she's been writing since."
"Yeah, whatever.." He kicked the letters listlessly that were scattered all over the floor.
"Well, to me, it sounds like you aren't very interested in this girl anyways… There must be a much prettier candidate next door, and I'm not talking about Sango. Speaking of the girls next door…" He grabbed the letter from Inuyasha and jabbed a finger at it. "Kicking them out?" He yelped. "Sounds like a slut."
Within a second, Inuyasha had Miroku pinned against the wall, a hand around his throat and fist in the air. "Do not call my girlfriend a slut!" He yelled. Dropping Miroku to the floor, he strode out of his bedroom and Miroku heard the slam of a door and Inuyasha left their place.
"Whoa, major anger management problems…" Miroku muttered under his breath.
Out of curiosity, Miroku picked up the letter again. At the top is was dated August 7. He checked the calendar on the wall next to the door in Inuyasha's bedroom. Today, the date was circled in red. August 14.
So, she was arriving today?
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Sango sighed and pushed open the door to their dormitory. Judging by the eerie silence that welcomed her, and the faint light coming from the open window from the glows of Tokyo night life, she decided Kagome must be either asleep or gone.
Not like it really matter, anyways.
She dropped her jacket on the floor, tired, and headed straight for her bedroom. She had spent the entire day, since Kagome left after their argument, alone in the city. She had visited a historical museum, deeply interested in the tajiyas of the feudal era, went to the library for some prior research before classes started, and took a walk in the park. Then she had had dinner by herself at a local restaurant, and come home.
Pushing the door open lightly and turning on the lights, she gazed around her usually spotless room. Books neatly stacked on the desk, a few letters she had been writing to her friends back at home, already sealed in envelopes and placed neatly in order by alphabetical order. Photo frames were carefully aligned on the wall opposite of her window, all of them displaying only her and her brother. She smiled faintly, suddenly noticing how she had chosen the pictures. All of them only showed Sango and Kohaku, at somewhere other than their home.
Her chocolate brown eyes lingered on the photos, and trailed to the crisply made bed, warm and waiting. To her surprise, on the top of her fluffed white pillows, was an envelope with Sango scrawled on with pretty gold ink.
Crawling onto her bed and opening the envelope, she found three things. She pulled the first out. It was a letter.
Sango,
Sorry. Really. I understand if you don't want to forgive me or whatever, but to make it up, I got two tickets to that new historical play that's supposedly going to be really good. It's also bonus material for the History class we're taking. So… if you want, you can go with whoever.
Love,
Kagome.
Sango squealed with delight and pulled out the two tickets from the envelope. She loved historical plays. History was her favorite. She was doing her little happy dance when she heard an uncertain voice call from the front door.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiii, Kagome!" Sango bounded out of her room and landed on her best friend, giving her a hug. Kagome laughed and hugged back.
"Sorry if I have been being a bitch lately," Kagome apologized. "I really have, so don't say a word," she warned as Sango began to open her mouth and protest. "Anyways, the play is tomorrow night, so do you want to go…?"
"I'd love to." Sango grinned.
"Alright, little hyper girl, let's get to sleep," Kagome stifled a huge yawn and trotted off to her room. "G'night, Sango."
"G'night!"
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The phone rang.
Miroku glanced at the clock. Who would be calling at this hour?
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Sango."
"Oh, hello Sango dearest. Yes, the bedroom is open, so you are welcome to waltz in and…"
"Pervert!"
"Oh? You were calling for something else?"
"Duh! Okay, see, Sango and I are going to this historical play tomorrow…"
Miroku listened intently.
"Yes, of course. Inuyasha has been moping around all day. He's not home yet, anyways." Pause. "Yes. That sounds good. Excellent. You're so brilliant, my Sango. Gorgeous body and amazing mind." He sighed.
Mixed curse words and mutterings and Sango fuming could be heard from the other side.
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A/N: There you go! Chapter five is done! I know it was kind of boring, but oh well! I promise the next chapter will be lovely-lovey-dovey! So now review! –jabs the readers- Click the button!
Ja ne!
Blurreth
