Hey people! I'm back and I have a new chapter for all of you I know It takes me along time to update but the end of the school year is coming up and even though that leads to fun in the sun it also leads to finals. So sorry for any inconvenience this might cause in future chapters. Oh by the way I think this story is going to be… about…at least 35 chapters or more… I think more but that can all change in a blink of an eye. Oh and before I forget, I was like reading over my pervious chapters seeing if I missed any important details and I completely forgot to tell you that Inuyasha may have the silver/white hair, and has the amber eyes but he is not a half demon or any kind of demon. So with that said he will be having no ears, I repeat no ears (Dog-ears I mean. Of course he has human ears, he has to hear I'm not that mean) Well I won't keep you waiting, so on with the story…
LOVING THE ENEMY
Chapter 5:
Each day our brief chats were hesitant, shy, but for me, filled with expectation. By the middle of the following week, I could barely hide my eagerness to go to school. I was convinced Inuyasha had to be a gift from God, a gift, to help me survive the Takahashi wilderness.
On Wednesday as I got ready for school, Sota walked into me room unannounced. He observed me in my Bra and jeans holding up a red top in front of my dresser mirror. Two other tops lay on the floor at my feet. He let out a short whistle and chuckled.
"Get out I'm changing!" I yelled. Standard protocol between us.
Sota didn't listen. No surprise.
"Its not like I haven't seen you in bra before."
He planted himself against the doorjamb.
" And since when did you start caring about your clothes? Besides, what difference does in make what you wear? Its not like anyone sees you anyway."
"Oh, sure. In a school of almost three thousand students, no one sees me. Right."
" I never see you at lunch. Just where do you go?"
The way he asked made me think that he knew exactly where I went. He had always been on the sneaky side and the last thing I need right now was Sota taunting me about Inuyasha.
" It's none of your business. Why do you care anyways? Now get out of my room! I got to get ready or we'll be late!"
I raised my voice signalling that this conversation was now over and that the next step was calling Mom. Standard protocol, too. He left, his brows knitted together, not like he was angry, but more like he was puzzled. I hoped his little freshman brain wouldn't short out.
I threw down the red top and pulled on a plain white T. No sense in giving him fuel.
In spite of my free-for-all with my clothes, we still managed to get to school on time. When the fourth period bell finally rang, I was ready to hurry to the courtyard, but Mr. Mailey held me back. H complimented me on my "Exceptional" performance on my first assignment, an essay on Japanese Isolationism. I thanked him and left. I was wasting precious minutes of my lunch. As soon as I walked out the door, the Bookends stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
"Beautiful and smart!"
"Yeah your quite the catch!"
"What a Babe!"
Why did they have to harass me? Was I an easy target? I tried to step around them, but they carefully maundered in front of me again. I felt the flush that was my trademark spreading across my face. It was further humiliation.
"C'mon, Kagome, we're just trying to be friendly. Don't you want to be friendly?"
Friendly like vipers. But I couldn't force the words from my mouth. I pushed my way through them, triggering their laughter. They had their fun for the day. They didn't follow me and went off to feed their perverted lumps of flesh.
I focused on my path to the courtyard, trying to erase the image of a slimly piece of food that was wedged in Bookend #2's grinning front teeth. Even with the ninety-plus-degree heat, I shivered. A gift. Yes, Inuyasha is a gift to help me survive this Takahashi nightmare. He made me feel that some small, miserable piece of my seventeen- year-old life was normal or could be.
"Hi." Inuyasha smoothed a stray lock back with one hand and smiled.
He tension melted from my shoulders. I could almost forget that I was at school at all. I sat down at the picnic table on the same side as him, measuring the distance between us. I sat. Not too close to imply that I thought there was something going on between up, but not to far as to imply that I didn't want there to be.
"Hi" I said. Hi. My muscles were made of vanilla pudding. There was no tension, anywhere at least not the bad kind. I pulled a fat red apple from my backpack twisting the stem with fingers.
He nodded to wards his pack.
"I'm almost done."
"With my portrait? Can I see?"
"Tomorrow. I'll show you tomorrow if that's Okay. I just want to put some finishing touches on it and to think about it a little more.
"Think about it? You think about your drawings?"
I edged closer to him, hoping I didn't sound totally ignorant about art.
"I mean, I just thought with drawing it was more of a seeing thing."
"You can't see everything with your eyes. I learn that in Drawing 101. Like my teacher said, there is a roundness, a depth, a hidden side to everything that holds it together…like this "
He grabbed my hand that was clutching the apple and cupped it in his. My hand burned with a thousand tiny explosions, but I didn't pull away. He guided my fingers around the apple as he explained.
"When you've held an apple in your hand, felt its smooth skin, felt its weight, ran your fingers around it, maybe taken a bit out and tasted it, you know there is more to it then a round red circle; you understand what holds something together, your drawing will show that. "
He lifted his eyes from the apple to my face.
"But some things are more complicated than apples; you can't hold them or dissect them so you have to think about them…"
He squeezed my hand tighter around the apple.
"You think about them, sometimes in the dark…when you're alone…you think about the hidden parts and what holds them together."
He let go of my hand.
The apple rolled from my Vanilla pudding fingers to the ground. I finally took a breath.
Inuyasha jumped up to retrieve my dented apple.
"Sorry."
He rubbed it on his shirt to get the grit and dirt off.
"I think you can still eat."
No matter how dented that apple was, nothing in the world could stop me from eating in now.
The next day I very nearly ran to the courtyard. I moved so fast out of fourth period, I caught the Bookends off guard and were left in my dust. The night before I hardly slept, tossing and turning. With the September heat pressing down on me, I skimmed my bare legs across the sheets searching for coolness in the blackness. Searching for coolness, rest, and peace. Unlike Inuyasha, my thinking didn't bring me insight but restlessness, searching for an answers in the void of my room. I wondered, over and over and over again, was it merely an art lesson that had passed between us or something more? It had to be more. I needed it to be more.
And who had I become? A few weeks ago I was repulsed at the thought of attending a Takahashi school. Now each day I was filled with anticipation. It didn't seem right. What would my father think? But I wasn't embracing the Takahashi's, only finding refuge in one small corner of this ugly nightmare they had created. I was a Higurashi. I was surviving.
I slowed as I neared the courtyard, conscious of the dampness on my neck, hoping I didn't look like a sweaty mess. He might reconsider his drawing. Today he was lying in the shad on the grassy knoll, his eyes staring up into the leafy canopy above him, studying it. I suppose he looked at everything a little differently than most people. I liked that.
I nosily scuffed my shoes on the sidewalk as I approached. He glanced over and, seeing me, he jumped up scooping up his pack along with him. I sat down on the table and he sat beside me.
"It's done. Want to see it?"
I nodded, unable to trust myself with words. The anticipation grew as he pulled out his sketchbook. He turned back a few pages and gently pulled out a sheet and handed it to me.
I held the paper in my hands. I t wasn't what I expected. The simple elegant lines had been transformed into a intricate, luxurious weave of strokes, crossing at perfect angles to reveal planes, strands, crevices, and shadows. The sheer beauty of the lines alone mesmerized me. It then they gathered together in perfect form, like words in a perfect poem how they flow together, to create an image that was me. Me. Not just the shape of my face or the length of my hair, but the hidden parts. The frightened me, the dreamy me… the yearning me. It swirled around on the page with my eyes, my hair, and half-parted lips. I couldn't speak. What else had he seen? I brushed at the flush rising on my cheeks, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"It's a gift," I finally whispered. "You truly have a gift it's amazing."
"You like it then?"
I nodded. No words could convey the emotion surging through me. The bond had just deepened. And some how I think he understood that. My nod was enough. He smiled and that seemed like the seal on our wordless exchange.
A warm breeze caught the paper in my hands and almost whisked it away. He scooted closer and we looked together at the drawing again. My eyes followed the sensitive lines, from my forehead, to floating wisps of hair down to the neckline-like a kiss. My skin tingled. I wondered if his did, too. My fingers gently touched the small letters
"I.T.?" I asked
He smiled. "Yeah Inuyasha- Inuyasha Takahashi."
That took me sooooo long to finish, I hope you all enjoyed it and hope fully the next chapter will be up before you now it. Remember reviews make me want to update date so the more reviews the faster the updates Promise.