I'm sorry that it took so long to update but between school and piano (yes I play) I had no time to even write but now it's the long weekend and I plan on finishing at least 3 more chapters (ha yah right) Oh and by the way I had a great vacation if anyone was wondering… and before I forget… after you read this please go and check out my friend's ( Niji o Tsukinuketa) story called Cherry Blossoms of Rythmic Time please check it out its REALLY GOOD ! and thanks for all of the reviews...now…. on with the story……….

Kay, this part is really annoying to write in every chapter and my lawyer is running out of shoes to get me so, from now on I'm not going to write it in cause this one covers the whole story…. ahem…I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND/OR CHARACTERS FROM INUYASHA, AND I DON'T OWN THE NOVEL CALLED SCRIBBLER OF DREAMS…. Now that's all cleared up on with the story… for real this time….

LOVING THE ENEMY

Chapter 4: Another day in Hell…

I thought it couldn't get any worse then the first day of school, but boy was I wrong. Every step I took burned into my mind. My father was coming home, and I was on the very land that he despised. In the camp of the enemy.

I loved my dad, and I felt like a traitor. It was 5 weeks before he would be paroled; he had earned work credits to shorten his two-year prison term for manslaughter. That would give my mom time to break the news to him…to tell him where Sota and I went to school. It was all that I could think about as I tried to take notes in each class. I bolted from my seat as the fourth period bell rang.

"Hey Kagome! What's your hurry?"

The bookends were right behind me. I ignored them and walked faster, praying they wouldn't follow me. My Prayers were answered. Their attention was redirected as soon as we passed the snack window. Thank God. I was looking forward to lunch and being alone…well almost alone.

I arrived at the courtyard; Inuyasha, a few minuets later. He nodded and smiled at me before he lay down on his grassy knoll and closed his eyes. It was only a nod… only a smile, but my fingers trembled as I wrote in my journal. A short while later I watched as he sat up and pulled out his sketchpad from his pack. We each sat there in our own little worlds, releasing our hearts onto paper, and I wondered if the images he laid down brought order to his life… the way my words did to my own. He caught me in another stare, but this time I was not mortified. I felt a constant blush move across my cheeks, but it only felt warm. His warm amber eyes seemed somehow…familiar, and that vague familiarity, again, made me catch my breath. When the bell rang, he jammed his sketchpad in his pack and awkwardly raised his hand to me.

"Bye," he said

I floated to my next class.

It was crazy. I was suppose to be hating school and really I was. Really. But lunch isn't exactly school, was it? I didn't understand what was coming over me. I couldn't get him out of my mind. Was it because he spilled his feeling out on paper too? Or was it something else…I didn't know. I only knew I felt angry with myself as I hurried to get ready for the next day of school. Irritated with myself as I glanced at my pocket mirror when the fourth-period bell rang, and then guilty as I rushed to lunch.

The guilt disappeared as soon as he made his entrance into the courtyard. It was like we had a quiet understanding. We didn't intrude on each other's space, but there was never a second when we weren't aware of the other's presence. He pulled out his sketchpad; I, my journal.

September 8

I swim in a swirling crystal ocean. Water as far as the eye can see, and my arms, and legs grow weary. Then in the midst of its all, am island rises for the blue and I stretch out on its warm sands. The heat caresses my cheek, the sand moulds to my body, hugging me, I never want to leaver…I am safe.

"Poetry?"

I was jerked from the island back to the courtyard. He…he…was talking to me.

"Huh?" Brilliant, Kagome. Master of words. Huh.

"Are you writing poetry?" he asked again.

"No, uh, no." Composure, Kagome. Composure. Think.

"Just glimpses, things running through my head." I willed my face not to turn red.

He smiled and nodded. An understanding.

The lunch bell rang.

"See you tomorrow," he said

"Sure, Tomorrow." I watched him walk away.

Tomorrow.

I don't remember walking to my next class. I didn't see the walkway, the door, and the seat. I couldn't hear the teacher talk as she began her lecture. I saw clumps of long silver hair that gently fell over the shoulder. I saw tanned and toned arms against a white T-shirt. I saw a tentative smile, a busy hand sketching. I heard a low voice and felt the texture of warm sand caressing my cheek. I was immersed in amber eyes that warmed up my soul. I heard the words, over and over, creating their own symphony…

See You Tomorrow.

By the time I got home, I decided I was a lunatic. Certified. Or maybe I was just pathetically needy. Or better yet, maybe I could just chalk it up to hormones. But it didn't feel like hormones. It felt like more. A bond? Maybe? There had been boys at St. Michaels Academy, but never one who hunted my thoughts. Never one who sent a wild rush pulsing through my veins just by the mere memory of his eyes. Was this what it felt like to be seventeen? Was this the normal I craved? Self-absorbed? Indulgent? Entertaining fantasises I dared not whispered.

I was brought back to reality when my mother arrived home. The slamming of the kitchen door was enough to jolt me from my thoughts.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I jumped up from our fraying green couch.

My mom closed her eyes and put her fingers to her temples. "Just a sec. let me think."

I could tell she was trying to clam down. She was tried of crying too. But her lips stared too tremble anyways. I forgot to place an order for the winter seed… I thought Naraku was going to do it… But he said that I told him… Oh! It doesn't matter! The bottom line is that our winter seed is going to be late."

I pulled my mom over to the couch and sat her down.

Her hands shook in mine. I squeezed them to try to stop her trembling. She poured out all of her frustration and fears. "Our winter crop is so important Kagomes. The Lawyers have been hounding me for money, and when I tell them that don't have any, they tell to sell some of our land. But then I tell them we aren't like those damn Takahashi's! They don't understand. And the taxes are overdue. The winter crop was going to keep our heads above water, so I can't mess up. I've got to …"

I pulled her close to me. "Its ok Mom. It will all work out." I held her tight, and she sobbed on my shoulder. There were always more tears.

"Its just that with your father coming home… I just want it all to be here… ready for him…like it was before. Before they turned our lives upside down. There's so much to get ready. Its just so hard…"

We held each other. There was nothing left to say. I knew she wasn't crying just over the seeds, lawyers, or the taxes. Those worries had always been there. It was fear. The lost months. Wondering if things could ever be the same like it was before. I was afraid, too. I hadn't seen my dad since he was carted off to prison. He refused us to let him visit him in prison. The Higurashi's children, he said, would never step foot in a prison. They would never see their dad in prison uniform. Did the Takahashi's know about that? Did they care? Did empty shells ever care? It was their lies that put him there. Someday they would know. Someday.

"I'm sorry, Kagome. I don't mean to put all this on you." My mom wiped her eyes and stood up. The wave of fear had passed for now.

I tucked a stray curl behind my ear. "Its ok, Mom. We just have to stick together right?" She brushed her hand across my cheek and smiled.

"Right, now come and tell me about your day as I make dinner."

I told her the details about my classes but only a brief mention about lunch. I still felt guilty that there was something that I liked at Shikon No Tama high. Something that made me look forward to the next day.

"Well, I'm glad you've met a least one person. An artist yet!" She said as she swished a head of lettuce under the tap. "What did you say his name was?"

"Inuyasha." Inuyasha. Just a boy from school I hated. A boy that I had only exchanged a dozen or so words with. I should be able to erase him from my mind.

I should.

On Thursday. I waited for the bookends to leave the classroom first. I was catching on to their game, and I decided to play it better. It was only seconds before their stomachs overruled their peanut sized brains, and they were on their way to the cafeteria. I hurried to the courtyard. The sun sizzled and I felt damp wisps of hair sticking to my forehead. My peach tank top clung to my back. I looked forward to my cool, shady spot at the picnic table.

When I arrived, Inuyasha was already there in my spot. I hesitated. I wasn't sure where I should sit. Next to him? In his spot under the tree? He raised his eyes to mine. My question was answered. I sat down, across from him at the table.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind me taking over your spot. I'm Inuyasha."

"Yes, I know. I mean, I hear your friends call you name the other day. I'm Kagome." I held my hand out, and then wished I didn't. It was so formal, but he took it anyway and held it longer then needed. There was a bond. I was right.

"I just wanted to show you something." He pulled out his sketchpad from his pack and flipped back a couple of pages. He turned the pad so that I could see.

My mouth fell open. It was me. A few spare lines, that beginning of a face trying to emerge from a sea of white. But me . Definitely me. When? How? But then I knew the glances were not at all of the trees and buildings. They were at me.

"Of course its not done yet." he went o0n. "Just an initial sketch, but I wanted to make sure it was okay with you, that is, if I can keep looking at you! I mean, sketch you, over the next few days. Are you ok with that? I need the practice. Will you be here?" He drew in a deep breath.

"Yes I'll be hear and, yes I'm ok with that. " My heart was already melting at the way he stumbled over his words. Was his artwork that important to him… or was it possible that I made him nervous? I looked back at the sketch.

"Just these few simple lines are beautiful, I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. I'm just glad I have such a good model."

My chest did a flip-flop.

"You're new here, aren't you?" he asked

"Yes. It's my first year. How did you know?"

"You're different."

God was I that out of step?

He must have sensed my embarrassment or my cheeks were tattling on me because he quickly explained further.

"No, I mean a good kind of different. You don't mind being alone. You don't chatter on and on like some people I know."

I smiled. I didn't know what to say. As usual. I looked back to his drawing. "This is really good. It looks so professional."

"Thanks, but I still have a lot to learn."

"Oh are you going to study art in college?"

The smile faded from his face. I Knew I had asked the wrong question.

"I was going to," he said. "I planned on going to the Design Institute in L.A… but I Don't think it's going to work out." He hesitated for a moment and then added, " I've had some family problems, you know how that goes."

I nodded. Yes, I knew

It was more then just hormones. There was a bond. I knew it. I wanted to know him better… I wanted to know everything about him; I wanted him to know me. He must have read my thought. His smile returned.

" I'm glad you liked the sketch, maybe someday I'll be able to read some of the things you write.

Instead of being frightened by the idea of him reading my inner most thoughts I felt warm by it. I looked straight into his eyes, unembarrassed. One, Two, Three seconds the gaze continued.

I smiled. "Yes, and someday I'd like to share them with you."

Ok I have good news and bad news…. the good news is that you got a chapter… the bad news is that I didn't have enough time this week to write more… so I have changed my chapter due date to once a week…. Maybe less or maybe more… It depends on the amount of schoolwork I get in a week. So hope you liked the chapter and please review I really appreciate it. Thanks.