The mother seemed quite pleased, seeing the son she adopted miserably and dead like on the floor. She looked completely satisfied, like a murder that just finished it's victim. Her eyes lit up, seeing him laying gently on the floor. Not hearing his rude, disgusting mouth or put up with him any longer. The whole place was dead silent, something she enjoyed. She didn't seem to care about him in the first place, and he soon began to realize that. He thought the father was a potential threat, but he was wrong. Her eyes gazed around the living room standing over him with such pride that was just sickening to his stomach. He looked completely harmless when he was laying on the ground, then again he looked helpless. " That's what you get for talking back to me. You'll get what's coming to you if this continues."
Kagome seemed worried about him, anxiously wondering about how the first day of high school went for him, and hoped his life was taking a step forward, instead of a step backwards. It seemed each time he got somewhere in life, he started back from the beginning again, always. Just like playing a board game, he'd have to go back to start after everything he's been through.
Kagome's dark lashes fluttered glancing direction of the small cottage like house, hiding behind the thick, pine trees that danced in the wind continuously. The house looked eerier in the dark than ever. It had that freaky feel just like she was trapped in a horror movie, and she basically was. The whole way home, was completely silent except for music that played dreadfully. His ivory eyes glanced in the rear view mirror, seeing her nervously still alittle upset that they were off to the wrong start to talk about horrible things in their past. His hands grasped the keys, hearing the car slowly dieing down while she slowly reached for the seatbelt buckle. She steadily watched Mark, seeing him sigh heavily craving a cigarette the minute his mind went in the gutter. Kagome eyes laid wide open staring at the house, like she wasn't apart of this world anymore. "I hope things are going to get better for him. I didn't mean to hurt him like that, I didn't need to add to it. I have no clue why I even acted like that. Maybe all this pain is starting to take effect on me. I've got to apologize to him, it's the least I can do. Hopefully he'll forgive me. If he doesn't, I don't blame him. I must of looked like a horrible person and that wasn't my intention to be..."
Mark's brunette colored bangs were moist with sweat, gently bringing the thin cigarette up to his lips. His tanned colored hands covered it protecting it from the wind ready to blow it out. You could see the crimson tar colored burning rapidly, while inhaling the nasty taste and smell, into his lungs. He realized this wasn't the greatest night like he imagined in his head, whatever was planned never turned out right. He knew Kagome was shy, but not like this. She was dead silent through the whole car ride back and that wasn't how it was suppose to be. He wanted laughter, and a huge smile beaming on her face but instead it looked like worry and hurt. The exact opposite. "This night was suppose to be memorable. Stupid me, maybe bringing up the past wasn't the smartest idea I had in mind. I probably made her feel worse that she already was. Kagome you coming inside? It's freezing in here and I doubt you want to be sleeping in the car. I understand if your mad or upset fine, but come in when you feel up to it."
Kagome just nodded her head plainly indicting she hear his every word, and wasn't ignoring him. She watched him like a hawk, with his hands shoved into his pockets walking down the bricked path way watching the smoke rise into the air like mist on an eerie night. She felt too nervous to walk in there and face him after what she did. It was like running away from some problem, you'd eventually have to face. She didn't know what she'd say, or how she'd apologize without getting chewed out. She was truly afraid something worse was going to happen between them, something she dearly feared and expected from him. "There's probably no point of apologizing. He'll probably scream and yell at me and hate my guts inside and out for what I did to him. I can't hide forever either, I might as well get this done and over with." Her hands swung open the door with her hands grasping each other for warmth, noticing how quick the temperature dropped from afternoon to night. Her ivory colored skirt swayed completely, feeling chills sever up her spine and back down. Her eyes wondrously gazed at the shadows that were casted from all the huge trees that made her feel like she was lost in the middle of no where. Her black shoes skidding across the pathway nervously grasping the brass door handle gathering her breath and the right words to say to him.
The instant she walked in, she could heavy smell, sickening overpowering scent of the wood that the house consisted of. She wasn't quite use to the smell, she was use to the smell of flowers and cleaner that reminded her of her real home. She gently kicked off her shoes, noticing Mark was sitting on the back steps finishing off his cigarette, and his wife was no where to be seen. Kagome's hands grasped the oak colored railing to the upstairs pacing herself a step at a time. Her mind was fully concentrated on how her words would come out to him, hoping things would go right for a change instead of worse. She could smell fresh cleaner from the bathroom, while she felt the beautiful plush underneath her feet. Her ivory eyes was wide open like a deer in headlights when she realized the door was open, and Marla had a damp cloth over her forehead making it seem like nothing happened between him and herself. She put her role on as the nice, lovable mother the minute the daughter stepped her foot into his room. Her blonde hair was all over the place, holding the cloth on his forehead sitting graciously on the chair.
Her long diamond earrings shone from the moonlight that reflected right off of them, swaying her head around to Kagome's direction.
"Oh Kagome there you are." Her voice sounded so lovable like, being fake every minute of the day. Her face looked completely plastered like she was made completely out of plastic, and she was because of all the surgeries to make herself look youthful. She still looked like a hideous hag no matter how much money she wasted to make herself look radiant like the glowing models that you see on television. Kagome stood completely stunned in the doorway, wondering what could have happened to him when she was went to the fancy restaurant. Her eyes began to narrow, noticing his chest rising and falling from underneath the navy colored sheets. His face had red marks all over, and pale; exactly like the cream colored walls. It seemed the minute she turned her back, something had to wrong with someone she cared about. The moonlight made her skin looked completely tanned, and her blonde hair straighter than it actually was. Her frail hands gently took away the cloth that revealed the huge bump that he had received from falling into the television full force. "What happened to him?!" Kagome's voice rose higher, looking at the new fresh cuts and scratches that could be added to his collection of others he received long ago. Marla typically laughed, still keeping the sweet mannered voice in her throat. "Sweetheart he's perfectly fine. He just took a nasty fall down the stairs but he'll be ok. Remember get some sleep tonight, you have your first day of school in the morning." Kagome watched her slither away while her eyes narrowed while she proceeded downstairs to take care of important things.
Kagome pushed her one foot in front, sitting down on the warm office seat that was meant for the computer desk. His long raven hair covered the left side of his face, completely motionless like he was sleeping, when he was truly knocked out. Kagome could feel the slight cool breeze sneaking through the crack of the window, while her eyes gazed over him grasping the cloth in her right hand. She graciously brought her lips to his ears gently whispering, hoping he'd hear her sweet,caring voice he enjoyed listening to. "Can you hear me?" She waited a few moments for a response or to see movement, but nothing happened. Only the howling wind could be heard, and the tree braches tapping against the glass window. The warm water gently trickled down his face trying to stop the aching pain of the nasty lump on his forehead. The mother pretending it was his fault for his injuries and she wasn't the cause of it. She was out to make him look like the idiot, and her like the wonderful mother figure.
"Yes I can." His heavy voice whispered with signs of slight agitated pain, sounding very weak and very drained. All his muscles ached from getting knocked around with force, and his throat felt drier than ever. Kagome's eyes lit up with slight happiness, glad to know he was alright. He vaguely remembered what he had forgotten, and it was about what the mother. He needed to tell Kagome and be completely honest that Marla wasn't all they thought they were. Kagome could see the drained looked on his face, completely lacked of energy and sleep mostly. The look on his face looked like he hadn't sleep in days, and he never did. He managed to still place the smallest smile weakly, with his chocolate brown eyes beaming directly at her own. She seemed so happy the way she beamed brightly with her smile, and him wishing he didn't have to ruin things for her. Her hands still remained in that potion with the cloth, confused why he wasn't yelled at her or chewing her out like he was suppose to. "Kagome, look I'm sorry...." His voice sounded sincerely, while she had a puzzled look on her face why he was apologizing for something he didn't clearly do. If anything she knew she had to apologize him for her mistake. She could see the pure, look on his face of enlightenment instead of built up anger. Her eyebrow was slightly raised not understanding anything at all.
"But why are you saying sorry to me? I'm the one who threw you earlier today!" Kagome snapped back defensively, seeing his lingering smile gently fading into a calm, concerned look. His huge hand crept to hers, latching on gently making a hold on her fingers covering his over hers. She could feel the warmth from his hands, and her eyes completely widen from the unexpected touch she received from him. His brown eyes danced with happiness, reflecting Kagome like a mirror in his eyes. He never looked happier to see her, even if she threw him down and damaged him. "Kagome, don't worry about that. I was making things worse than it was anyways. So don't you even dare say sorry to me. You don't need to." He gently brought his upper body towards her, staring amazed when he looked into her. Her long raven hair shined from the moonlight noticing the happy and surprised expression on her face. Her sweet voice always had something important to say, right or wrong. He titled his chin slightly folding her hand with his trying to figure out what to say about the mother and what was truly going on.
"Kagome, listen I gotta tell you something..." His voice got deeper making her worry as though it was something completely awful. It was like trying to say you cheated on that person and trying to make things work out from there. It wasn't easy. He truly didn't want to ruin her happiness, but he felt it was important that she'd know and understood this. He couldn't lie to her, but he didn't want to jeopardize the happiness she finally found. She finally found a family that loved and respected her, and truly treated her like an angel. He had never seen her smile for the longest time, until they arrived there. It seemed like her life was slowly back on track. It may of not been the same, but it was close. Her eyes lit up like a flame, leaning in closer eager to hear what he seemed like he had been holding in forever to tell her. "What is it?" He tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't dare to tell her about what was happening. He was afraid he'd ruin her happiness, and he would be called a liar as though he was making up an excuse to leave.
A soft sigh came from his mouth, looking into her eyes that glimmered from the moonlight and his words she was eager to hear. "Kagome, never mind. It wasn't that important anyways."
Kagome seemed tense and anxious, and that feeling soon faded away. He'd didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want to ruin the happiness or her new life for her either. He couldn't do that to her, not if he even tried. He didn't need to bring her life down like his, an he didn't need her to be upset anymore. She had a father figure that cared deeply for her like any father would. Her mother seemed supportive and happy with her new daughter, and could see slowly a real family was beginning to form. Only he was out of the picture, and never seemed like he was meant to be either. He knew Mark only a person more than a father, and Marla like a potential threat to him. It seemed like he was the outsider, and he felt like one more than ever now.
He was knew he didn't belong here, and he was thinking of leaving and heading out on his own. What was the point of him being there if he truly wasn't cared about or loved? It seemed the only in that family that truly cared about him inside and out, was the one and only Kagome. He seemed like he was stringed along for the ride, and that only. His head bowed down thinking what he was going to do. "Kagome is happy here. She's the one who's truly cared about, and not me. That bitch never cared about me, neither does he so why should I god damn be here when I'm not wanted!? If I do leave, Kagome will care. Hmph, Kagome doesn't even realize I'm here half of the time. Not when she has a real family now. Obviously I'm not wanted so maybe I'll just leave." His voice echoed in his head, trying to make the right decision but nothing did seem like the right choice. Either way he was going to lose something, and he would have to make that decision right or wrong. His long raven hair acted like a curtain covering his face, while the moonlight beamed directly on his body making a smooth outline. Kagome gently edged herself off the chair, on to the soft lush bed of his. Her knees tucked underneath, draping her short ivory skirt over her thighs. Usually they'd talk about everything on there mind but he was quiet all of a sudden. Kagome could only hear the wind from outside and nothing more. Her hands softly touched his shoulder, lowering her head trying to figure out what was a matter with him "There's something wrong isn't there that your not willing to tell me..."
Her right hand tucked his long black hair back from his face, noticing the guilty, unhappy look on his face and written all over. He didn't want to speak his mind when it made him mad enough, but he wasn't going to ignore her either. He didn't know what he could say without upsetting her, and he seemed like he done too much of that when she said deserved to be held back at the orphanage. Kagome could his the hurt lingering in his beautiful brown eyes, and it was obvious to her that something was wrong. He couldn't hide his feelings no matter what he tried to do. Kagome could figure him out in a heartbeat and sometimes he wish she wasn't able to do that. Kagome gently leaned against his shoulder feeling her impact against him, laying her head softly against his head trying her best to make him back to his wild self. Her head was right underneath his chin, positioning herself comfortably between himself and his bed. He was suppose to be the tough, bad ass that kept her chin up not the other way around. She gently grasped his hands that laid on his lap feeling her cold hands touch his. " Look, I know there is something wrong. I want to help you. But if you don't want to share it with me I understand. There's many things I didn't want to tell you, but somehow I felt comfortable enough with you I could. That doesn't happen so often either. Even when you hated me earlier on, for some reason I told you everything. I've gotta admit you seem like the only one who understands what I'm going through. You may be a pain in the ass, but I've gotta admit I wouldn't have it any other way."
Her hands tightly gripped his for strength, hearing her sweet voice strongly, and sincerely speak about him like he was the greatest person alive. Nobody in his life ever told him he was great or made him feel good inside and out. He could tell from her tone of voice she meant what she said, and she was brutally honest. She spoke out what was on her mind, right or wrong. It made me feel better about himself, and so many ways he couldn't explain. All he was to everybody else was nothing. Nothing that actually mattered. He never had a say into anything, and never once had anyone said something good about him, until now. He seemed surprised more than ever, this was coming from Kagome herself. Her head tilted just enough to see the expression on his face seeing the hidden smile from the corner of his mouth. He loved to hear her voice, she seemed like she had so many good things to say and had the same views on things like he did. His hands gently ruffed her hair, smelling the sweet scent that came off of her long, darkened hair. If she could be honest with him, why couldn't he be honest with her? He couldn't stare at Kagome without breaking out with a smile and laughter. She just gave a smile back, begging him teasingly to tell her what was on his mind. "Well is it that important to you what's on my mind?" Kagome nodded clinging on to his shirt, while made her go flying almost in the floor, graciously placing her down.
His strong muscles weren't that sore, to pick her up and throw her around abit. Kagome could see the room spinning around continuously only making out colors instead of objects. Her hair was in flight, and only nervous screaming laughter came from her lips. "Yes of course! Let-let go of me!" He gently placed her on the bed, while she continuously saw the room spin around her still feeling the sensation she was spun. Her eyes stared dazed noticing him blankly throwing himself heavily on the bed with the shadows casted over him. Kagome slowly felt herself began to focus, feeling the room slowly down as well as her head pounding. Her hazel eyes looked straight through him wondering what he seemed so upset and worried about. She just laid herself beside him, glancing around the room that seemed so empty and so vague unlike hers. "Please tell me. It won't make it any easier if you don't tell me." Kagome voice echoed in his ears, knowing he was going have to tell her anyways. His head cocked around in her direction looking at the worried like sadness lingering in her hazel eyes. He gently sighed gathering all his breath, turning into her. "Kagome, I don't think I belong here to be honest. It seems the parents only care about you and never about me. I think I only came along for your sake."
Kagome blinked like he was talking a different language or something. This struck her deeply knowing the next sentence already that followed along with it. She shook her head trying not believe him and understood why he had the mixed expressions painted on his face. She thought in her own mind he was happy for once, but it seemed all wasn't going well with him. She knew she was partly happy but she wished he could be. Her head turned away gathering her thoughts and adjusting her position while she placed all her weight on her knees. "You want to leave don't you?" Kagome sweetened voice turned awfully bitter taking the words right from his mouth before he managed to say it to her, himself. Her hair flung in her sudden movement feeling alittle taken by what he was trying to say. He began to choke on his words trying to find away to back this up, but no way he couldn't. He could see she was displeased and shocked more than ever that he'd want to leave, but that wasn't up to her. If he even tried to explain about the mother now, she wouldn't believe her. She'd think it would be an excuse to be somewhere else other than here. It seemed to her he wasn't giving the parents a chance in the first place to get to know him, and that was partly true. He placed his defensives up with strangers and only he let Kagome in. His head began to stare at the posters hung on the walls, while his eyes glanced back at her bitter expression. "Well, I..I...I can't lie to you, Kagome. Listen I was thinking about it." Kagome began swinging her foot impatiently knowing he'd climb out the window without giving her any warning he would leave.
"Do you honestly think running away is going to be any better? You'll be back to where you started! You've come along way already and you want to start again? You need at least other people at chance!"
Kagome turned bitter from the way he looked at her. She didn't mean to seem like a monster to him she just wanted to get her point across. He was already making things worse than it truly was, and he could sense already a fight brewing in the midst of it all. Kagome didn't see the real truth, and he didn't tell her because he had a feeling he wouldn't believe her. Kagome's eyes narrowed disgustedly watching her hands grasp the bed sheets wishing he'd make an effort to make things work for him at least. He began to stutter, and he knew Kagome would make a great enemy if she was like this all the time. His hands desperately tried to hold hers reassuring he was thinking about it, but her hand viciously pulled away from his. "Kagome, listen!" His voice slightly raised, watching her refuse to speak another word to him. She stood from the bed not daring to even look at him for that moment. She knew he came too far to do this, or pull this kind of tricks either. Kagome truly wanted him to be happy, and herself but they couldn't be not if this was happening. She cared too much for him now to be on his own, and let him run away from his problems either. He was the one telling her to be strong in the first place, but he wasn't being like it at all. "No, if you want to run away that's fine be my guest. It's going to do nothing for yourself, and it's going to do something to the people that care about you." Kagome's harsh words lingered in his ears edging herself closer to the doorway, ready to call it night. His eyes widened revealing his brown eyes while his hands fidgeted around with the pillow in his massive hands. "Kagome no body cares about me alright, so it doesn't matter!" His voice screamed out defensively feeling the blood rushing to his head and his veins. Kagome wanted to take another step and leave but his words made her freeze the instant he said it.
Her hand grasped the side of the door, with her one foot gently raised ready to take another step away from him. Her back was faced to him, while she was half way into the hallway. She felt her stomach drop that instant. She felt her whole body go numb for a minute imagining the look on his face screaming that to her. He didn't want this to develop into a fight, but she knew he brought this one upon himself. Her black hair gently rested on her shoulder noticing he hadn't even learned a thing at all, even when he was released out of the orphanage. "I guess you haven't learned a thing at all. If your going to leave, you might as well go now. If you think nobody cares then nothing shouldn't be stopping you. Not even me..."
( Well interesting isn't it? We will see where this goes. Please R&R!)