Disclaimers: I don't own Inu-Yasha
Chapter Seven: Special You
"Is it true Kagome?" Sango questioned. "Are you really a special?" Everyone stared at her expectantly as she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.
"I guess it must be true." Miroku surmised from her lack of response. Again, Kagome looked anywhere but them, taking precautions to check her surrounding. If one thing Kikira made sure she knew before she left, it was that from now on, her life was in danger. She couldn't just tell things, and especially with all these people around.
"Here, let's talk about this back at the dorms," Inu-Yasha suggested as if reading her mind. Kagome eagerly jumped on that idea and began to nod her head in agreement.
"Yes . . . you never know when there are wandering ears," Miroku commented, eyeing the surrounding crowds warily. Sango was a little impatient to wait until they got back, but she knew this was a delicate subject that not everyone needed to know.
"Okay," she sighed, gathering up the bas with Miroku's help.
They soon started to make their way out of the mall with Inu-Yasha up in the front, Kagome behind him, and Sango and Miroku bringing up the rear. All climbed into the car after throwing the bags into the trunk, starting a silent drive home.
'What am I suppose to tell them?' Kagome thought worriedly, shooting a glance next to her at Inu-Yasha. After what happened the last time with Miroku, it was unanimously decided that she would sit up front and Sango in the back for 'damage control'. 'I don't even know if I'm one of these specials.' She started contemplating her ideas.
Kagome thought worriedly, shooting a glance next to her at Inu-Yasha. After what happened the last time with Miroku, it was unanimously decided that she would sit up front and Sango in the back for 'damage control'. She started contemplating her ideas."All right, everybody get out," Inu-Yasha's gruff tone met her ears. She looked up, and sure enough they were in the parking lot of the school.
'Maybe I can sneak away and think more about this.' She thought with a sly smile, watching as the others started to grab the bags. She slowly moved away from the group, moving as quickly as her heart dared. She was a good five feet from them when a hand suddenly latched itself just above her elbow.
"And where, may I ask, do you think you're going?" Inu-Yasha's low voice hissed into her ear. Sending shivers down Kagome's spine and giving her a whole new meaning to the word fear. "Come on wench, you've got some questions to answer," Inu-Yasha commanded, pulling her back from where she came.
"Inu-Yasha, you don't have to be so mean," Sango scolded him, watching him drag her roommate back.
"Shut it bitch, unless you want me to treat you like a wandering three-year-old also!" Inu-Yasha snapped, sending a dirty look in her direction. Then without further ado, he began to make his way to the old brick building that held his dorm room with Kagome right beside him.
"I'll show you a wandering three-year-old!" Sango bristled, pushing up one of her sleeves and holding her fist out to Inu-Yasha's back.
"You should stop jumping on him Sango dear," Miroku spoke, stopping her from advancing on the either unaware or uncaring hanyou. "He just wants to get to the bottom of this like everybody else does." His smooth tone and the calming hand on her shoulder seemed to have Sango rethink what she had been planning. "Besides, this just leaves us some alone time," he spoke, his hand now sliding down her arm, to her back, and finally resting on her behind.
"Dammit!" Sango cursed as she suddenly twirled in his grip and doing a roundhouse that connected with the side of his face. "You sick pervert . . . can't you go one minute without putting a move on me?!" She yelled at his fallen form.
"Bmp m mph mmm a mphmmh!' Came back Miroku's reply that was muffled by the ground.
"Look at me when you talk," Sango commanded, while giving him a swift kick in the ribs.
"Ow!" Miroku groaned as he rolled onto his back. "I said that I did wait a minute before I could no longer take the taunting of your beautiful body."
"Pervert!" Sango shrieked before giving him another kick. Quickly, she grabbed her bags, then promptly made to step on Miroku before going in the direction Inu-Yasha had.
"Man, when am I going to learn to keep my mouth shut?" Miroku asked the air, before wincing from pain with every breath.
x.x
"Took you long enough!" Inu-Yasha barked as Miroku limped through the door. He looked up to see Sango lying comfortably on his bed with Inu-Yasha sitting Indian position at the foot of it. Kagome was nervously sitting by herself on Inu-Yasha's bed; looking anywhere but at the other three occupants of the room.
"Sorry . . . but the Goddess of Love decided to visit me in my dreams!" Miroku explained in a dreamy tone.
"That means either you groped some hot chick . . ." Inu-Yasha began.
". . . Or you groped some girl and got knocked out," Sango finished. "Though I don't want to know which one."
"Actually, it's both," Miroku answered, ignoring Sango's last comment. "The hot chick was you!"
"I'm not sure if I'm comfortable about you calling me a 'chick'," Sango said warily.
"I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with you calling my little cousin a hot chick," Inu-Yasha said at the same time.
"Ah, but I did, so you two will just have to get over it. Besides, it's not like the world revolves around you," Miroku retorted, shrugging his shoulders.
"It doesn't revolve around you either!" The cousins shouted, glaring hard at Miroku.
Kagome watched with relief as the three started another fight, completing ignoring her existence. 'Maybe now I won't have to talk.'
"Hey, didn't we come up here to get answers out of Kagome!" Miroku reminded, trying to save his own ass.
'Drat! Spoke too soon!' Kagome thought as she sent her own glare at Miroku.
"Jesus, I'm just getting it from everyone today, aren't I?" Miroku whined as he slid onto the bed next to the silent girl.
"Shut up Miroku!" Sango snapped before turning her attention to Kagome. "Now Kagome . . . are you really a special?" She questioned, staring hard at Kagome. Kagome ignored the question, instead found her-self trying to read Sango's face. The outside didn't hold any emotions, but in her eyes you could clearly read determination, worry . . . and sadness.
'Why should Sango be sad?' Kagome wondered. She was broken out of her thoughts by a nudge in the ribs. She shot Miroku an annoyed look before realizing Sango had asked her something. She then just pulled out her notebook and quickly scribbled something onto it. She then handed it to Miroku who quickly scanned through it.
"Okay, I am officially the reader," Miroku announced. " 'No I do not know if I'm a special.'"
"How can you not know?" Inu-Yasha retorted, Kagome ignored the look he was sending at her as she wrote her response.
" 'How should I know?'" Miroku read.
"Shut up!" Inu-Yasha barked.
"Hey, don't blame me, I'm just reading what she wrote!" Miroku exclaimed with a somewhat offended tone.
"Listen," Sango intervened, cutting off Inu-Yasha's retort. "If you're in my room, then you have to be a special."
"It's because Sango was told that the only people she'd get roomed with would be a special. But normally she's warned before they give her one, which is why we weren't very suspicious of you," Miroku explained as he saw Kagome's questioning look.
"Listen, we can figure this out if you just tell us where you lived before coming here . . . and not your home either," Inu-Yasha added, seeing the gleam in Kagome's eyes. Kagome just gave him a brief glance before writing.
" 'I lived with Officer Kikira,'" Miroku read.
"Then you are a special," Sango concluded. Tension seemed to build in the air. Kagome watched as every muscle in Inu-Yasha's body seemed to have tensed, becoming more visible through the red shirt he was wearing. Sango looked like she had seen a ghost as her face turned a ghastly color. Next to her she felt Miroku begin to shake slightly.
"Why were you living with a cop?" Inu-Yasha questioned slowly, seeming to be the first to get a hold on him-self.
" 'It's because what the cops thought would be the safest bet,'" Miroku read with a somewhat shaky tone.
"Why would it be safest?" Inu-Yasha demanded. Kagome studied his face to see the determined look in his eyes.
" 'I don't know!'" Miroku exclaimed.
"What happened to make you live with a cop?" Inu-Yasha reworded with barely controlled anger.
" 'I don't remember . . . but they say that our house burned down, and that mama was inside. That's what they said, but . . .'" Miroku's voice trailed off.
"Continue reading pea-brain!" Inu-Yasha commanded.
"There's nothing to read! That's where it ends!" Miroku shouted angrily.
"Continue writing wench," Inu-Yasha hissed, seeming to look even more frightening than before. Kagome gave him a resentful look before snatching the notebook back and writing furiously on it.
" 'But I don't believe that's the truth. I keep having these dreams . . . they seem so weird and real. It's when I could talk . . . and mama was there . . . and him. Also, once I heard Kikira and her partner talking. It was after a session with my therapist. The therapist had told them that I couldn't remember what happened. Just some how my body made me forget,'" Miroku read carefully. He looked up to see Kagome near tears and moved to hug her. Kagome gratefully took his comfort and burrowed her head at the crook of his neck, ignoring the warning her mind was sending her.
"Miroku, don't-" Inu-Yasha started as he noticed Miroku's hands move downwards. It was too late though, for the damage was done. With blazing eyes Kagome pulled her arm back and swung her hand at his face.
"Kagome, I'm hurt!" Miroku exclaimed, feigning pain and jumping off the bed. The sudden action caught Kagome by surprise and she fell off the bed, ending with her head hitting the corner of the bed stand.
"Dammit Miroku!" Sango shouted, finally coming out of her daze. "Every friggin' time you do that, Kagome always ends up unconscious! We still had questions to ask her too! Oh, I'm gonna kill you!" She shrieked, lunging forward. Inu-Yasha, however, decided to spare his best friend and intervened by catching Sango around the waist.
"You, pick the wench up and put her on the bed, then meet . . ." Inu-Yasha began, but thought better of it. He crossed the room and placed Sango into the bathroom. Then he went back out and bent over the unconscious Kagome. He slid his arms beneath her legs and back and placed her on the bed gently. As soon as the task was done he grabbed Miroku's ear and pulled him towards the bathroom. "Meeting, now!"
x.x
"Kagome!" A small boy of three with choppy black hair called out. An eleven-year-old girl quickly turned her head to see her little brother running at her.
"Souta!" Kagome called out happily, holding her arms out for him to run into. She frowned as she watched Souta running, but it seemed like he wasn't getting any closer.
'Okay, I remember this day, and this is the time when Souta comes into my arms.' Just as Kagome thought this, a dark figure swooped out of no where. He placed a choke-hold on Souta's neck, lifting him up off the ground.
"Souta!" Kagome screamed out, running towards the mysterious figure. But it seemed the closer she got, the farther away the figure went. Suddenly the luscious green scenery of the park was gone, and pitch black covered her from all around. "Souta!" She yelled in vain.
"I told you, if you talked I would hurt him." A cold voice hissed at her from all around. Kagome's blood ran cold as she recognized the voice, it was the one that haunted her dreams . . . or nightmares is more like it.
"I didn't talk, I swear!" Kagome shouted.
"But you were close . . . you were very close."
"I won't talk! I swear! Please, I beg you, don't hurt Souta!" Kagome begged, but somehow she knew it was for not.
"I could do that," the voice contemplated. "Or I could do a warning I to teach you to not try to open your pretty little mouth in the future."
"NO!"
x.x
Kagome shot up with a start, sweat dripping down her face. 'Another dream.' She thought, as she wearily ran a hand through her hair, when she noticed that she was alone in the room. Her head whipped to the direction of the bathroom as shouts came from within.
"I ain't doing it again!" Inu-Yasha's voice met her ears. She stood up and moved towards the door.
"Inu-Yasha, we don't have a choice!" Sango's desperate shout pleaded.
"It doesn't matter. I can't do it!"
"Be reasonable Inu-Yasha . . . we are expected to do this. The school trust us to do this," Miroku's voice reasoned.
"Trust us!" Inu-Yasha snorted in disgust and disbelief. "Haven't trusted us for three years, now they expect us to be their lap dogs!"
"Inu-Yasha this isn't like before. Kagome isn't Kikyou!" Sango screeched.
"I know that! But I ain't doing it! It's not like I give a damn about what happens to Kagome!"
Kagome felt a pang of pain as she heard that.
"Inu-Yasha wait!" But it was too late, Inu-Yasha burst through the door only to freeze at the sight of a horrified Kagome.
"Kagome wait!" He started as Kagome ran out of the room. She ran blindly, just following her feet. Soon she was out of the dorm. Tears blurring her vision, making her unable to notice the person in front of her before she crashed right into a strong chest. She looked up to see one of the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes belonging to a cute guy that was giving her a warm smile.
"Hey, the name is Kouga."
A/N: That's all for now. Enjoy, and hope to see you guys with the next chapter.
