¤¥¤•°¤-Because I'm Broken-¤°•¤¥¤
Chapter Nineteen:
¤¥¤•°¤-A Perfect Getaway?-¤°•¤¥¤
°ஐ•°ஐￃ-Written By: Allizaya-ￃஐ°•ஐ°
Claimer:(Just to name a few) (The cooky) Grandmom, Riku, Jubilee, Yasashuki, Head Mistress, Kiya, Simara, Katara, Yumi, Ms. Harris, Mr. Kawakii, Aunt Camile (I'll just refer to her as Camile), Jax, Ms. Silacoes, Travis, The Chill Grill
A/N: Thank you so much for all your support and patience. I'm a bitch for not updating sooner. I always had this veiw where I would update like once a day or something. But turns out, luck isn't so good for me. Now I'm lucky if I can get one chapter in a week! And I can't. See, on Monday through Wednesday, I'm terribly bussy. i have little girls stalking me asking me to play, but fuck them, I don't want to! And I have to baby sit the biggest bratz ever! It's just really bad timing. And my sister just loves to take over MY computer that I got for Christmas, becuase she a fat ignorant bitch sometimes. But at times she can be kool. Enough with me. Any more questions? just ask and I'll answer. And i have a few more stories coming out. So stay tuned. I'm clearly trying to finish this one, and then sinish my other ones, then get some new ones okay? Thanks. Don't Forget to Review!
This Chapter will have a few of Ayame's days contained in it. That's why it'll be pretty big!
Questions And Answers:
Are Kouga and Simara half siblings?
Yes, since Kouga is all wolf and Simara is wolf/dog, they are half brother and sister. I'm pretty sure i mentioned that when we first discovered the they were brothewr and sister. But if I didn't, I'm sorry, my mistake.
¤¥¤•°¤-A Perfect Getaway?-¤°•¤¥¤
The week had gone by so fast, that ayame didn't even realise she had to leave that very morning. Thank Kami for her uncle reminding her. She had woke up that very morning with another killer hangover. That whole week Jubilee had her and her friends, in and out of bars. She put on her daily make up to cover the whole hang over look dhe always had when she had too much to drink. She wore blue tank top, with a black zip-up hoodie on top of it. And a fucked up jean skirt Jubilee had made her wear. "Juby. Come one I can't miss my flight."
"Alright, alright! I'm here." Jubilee groaned watching her feet as she went down the stairs.
"I don't see why you have to get all dressed up. You're not the one leaving." Ayame snapped.
"Fuck you. You know a girl has to look good for anything!" Jubilee snapped back. She carefully walked out the door with ayame mimiking her from behind. "I know what you're doing." Jubilee noted. She heard Ayame sneer something. They got into the back seats of their white, strech limo. Jubilee with her big sunglasses, glared through them at Ayame. "You're leaving today for kami knows how long and you're being me to me!"
Ayame rolled her eyes. "Well I'm sorry, but sometimes you just piss me off." She sighed. "I guess I'm just bitching 'cause I can't believe I'm leaving. So how is the big country of drugs and alcohol you love so much?" She joked.
Jubilee chuckled. "Fucking awesome! You'll love it. Just make some wild friends and see." She instructed. "When you get to Aunt Camile's house, her little brat should 5 now, but just watch out for. Fucking wild beast."
"You mean our little cousin Jax? I loved playing around with her." Ayame questioned. She lifted an eye brow.
"Whatever, she always liked you, but that little bitch bit me all the time."
"Really, and to this day I always thought you just had wild sex." Ayame joked.
Jubilee laughed with her. She playfully slapped her arm. "Who said I still dont?" She giggled. She lifted her sleeve to reveal her...bitten wrist. There were a few scared bite marks that she had gotten from Jax. "you see that one?" She pointed to one just abovr palm. "She gave me that one when I was told not to give her cookies. See, she was about to eatone, so I took it from her, and she went totally loka and bit the fuck out of my wrist." She explained. "Each of my scars have a story. So becareful." She warned.
Ayame giggled. "Remind me to wear long sleeves while there. Besides, Jax always liked me better than you." Ayame pointed out. "I highly doubt she'll bite me. Plus, she's more gorwn up from the last time we saw her." Ayame felt the car stop. She isghed. "This is where I get off."
Jubilee frowned. "I'll wallk ya there." They walked inside the huge, eligant building. The Driver came in. "Everything has all ready been taken care of. All you have to do is get checked out and board the plane to New York" He explained.
Ayame nodded. She gave Jubilee a big hug. "Don't drink too much. You hear?"
"Didn't I tell, I'm trying to go squeeky clean. It's been offcially 48 hours that I haven't been drinking. God and it's killing me!" Jubilee laughed.
"Sure." Ayame smiled her last smilled and walked away. She looked back a few times to see Jubilee still standing there...til she was a small spec upon all the other people.
Ayame satin in the first class section of the plane. There were only two other people there with her. She sighed as she slipped on her head phones and pressed play on her red walkman. The whole flight she had played sick love songs that made her want to jump out a window. But she thought it was necesary. She sighed. 'Good bye home. I'll come back soon.' She thought.
...Kouga
Kouga felt a kick on his side. He groaned and burried his face in his pillows. He was still sleeping. He felt another kick and popped out from under the covers. "What!" He growled.
"Lazy ass fucker. Get up." Simara snapped pulling at his covers. She walked up to the window and opened it to let the sun in. "Well, i hope your happy prince-o-pop."
"Can you just please leave me alone." Kouga demanded. He glared at his sister. He wasn't in the mood. "Why am supposed to be happy?"He scratched his head.
Simara put her hands on her hips. "I was being sarcastic you dumb ass. Ayame left."
"Your point being..."
Simara glared daggers at her half brother. 'What an asshole.' She thought. "You know you love her. That's why you won;t go to school anymore...why? Why didn't you chace after her? What happened."
"Simara, it's none of your buissness. So just stay out of it." Kouga groaned.
"It damn well is my buissness! If the rumors are true...then your really did make her leave didn't you? Like what! I mean, did you not love her any more?"
"I don't think I wana talk about it with my sister. If you don't mind."
"Actually i do mind and I want some answers."
"Look, the rumors arn't true. It was dirty trick Kikyo planned. I don't know how it all happened but it went really fast."
"And you didn't tell her?" Simara asked. She crossed her arms now.
"How could I? She's been ignoring me ever since! And she went so far as to across the ocean to getaway from me. If she actually believes that I would do something like that to her, then maybe it's for the best?"
"WHAT! No! She loves you. She's in pain. She's girl. That's we react. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was guessing you turned on me."
Simara rolled her eyes. "I have to tell Jubilee." She ran out.
"Hey!" Kouga called. "Thanks for letting me finish my ranting!" He sighed. And looked out the window.
...Ayame
Ayame looked around. So many americans. They looked nothing like any one in Japan. She looked around and found her Aunt Camile. She smiled at her. They both walked toward eachother. Ayame was pulled into a big, litteraly breath taking hug. Her Aunt was pretty strong for a little woman. "Aunt Camile." Ayame squeeled. "It's been so long. How have you been?"
"I've been so lonely without you or your sister keeping me company." Aunt Camile said. She walked with Ayame toawrd the parking lot where her Lincoln Navigator was parked. "Oh, how have you been sweetie? I think it's great that you came here, but the reason you came is so sad."
Ayame gave a sad smile. It was just like her Aunt, a gossipy old woman with nothing to do but blab shit out of her mouth, to hurt Ayame without noticing. "Well, I'll get over it in time." Ayame responded. She bit her lip. 'I hope,' she thought to herself. "So where is little Jax?"
"Oh, she's waiting for you at the house. i insisted she finished her homework before she saw you." Camile explained. She pulled out of the parking lot and went on the high way. She didn't dress so elegant for a rich bitch. Infact she wore quarter, button-up shirt. It was different shades of pink that faded to white in a horizontal, thin stripes. She also wore some beige capris and flip flops to match. "Well, you're lucky you know so much english. Most people wouldn't make it in New York without nowing atleast a bit of english." She turned to the next lane on her left. "Well, I thought maybe you'd like to go to a public school. Unless you want to go to a private school. But there are a bunch of bitches with sticks up their asses their. You start school tomorrow so I guess it's too late to switch if you wanted to."
"Public school is fine Aunt Camile. I don't mind." Ayame answered. She picked at her black socks. They bothered her a little. Maybe she was just bugging out about being there. "I forgot how beautiful it was here. Reminds me of Tokyo, exept for all the different people."
"Yes, it's wonderful. So much here. I just hope you don't get lost." Camile chuckled. "But you have been here before. Nothing has really changed though." She turned into the actual New York from the high way or free way or whatever. It doesn't mater any more. "We're almost home!" Camile squeeled. She seemed just like a teenager. Her dark, straight, long hair being held up in a bun by chop stix and her thin, square glasses. She could probally pass for a teenager if she wanted to. "We're here!" She squeeled again.
Ayame smiled. She looked before her through the winshield. She looked at a dark building with tons and tons of floors. It looked pretty fancy. A door man even stood out side. "Wow it's a big bulding. I remember it being much smaller." The car stopped and they got out. Ayame pulled her black messenger bag along. It sagged alittle from all the shit she stuffed in there. She got on an elevator with her Aunt and waited patiently till the red arrow stopped at the number 34. The pent house suit.
Ayame stepped in. It looked glamourous. Just like she had left it. Everything was so polished, you could see your self in the dark, polished floor. A white fur rug was in the middle while fluffy white couches, and sofas surrounded it. The walls looked bigger now, taller. And lighter. It had defently been a while.
"You know the way to your room right sweetheart?" Camile asked looking sympathetic at her neice.
Ayame nodded. "Yes."
"Alright, well I have to run a few things but i'll be back and we'll do some girl stuff. Like shop or something. Alright?"
Ayame nodded. "Sounds nice." Her Aunt Camile was like her mother. The only mother figure she could remember. Her owns mother's face felt so distant to her. she watched her Aunt Camile step into the elevator again and disapear. She walked down the long, and only hal in the pent house. So many doors. She stoped at the 3rd door to her right and entered. Her room. The paint smelled so frch. It was white. Plain. Just like she always liekd it...and left it. She dropped her messenger bag oon the floor next to the queen size bed. It looked pretty small compared to her king size bed back home. But she never minded.
Ayame sat on the bed and took in the scene before her eyes. Her old vacation room was what she called it. This was the only place she could remember traveling to. She sighed. Her stereo was still installed. Her T.V. was a little dusty. She still had her cable. There was a small, white marble table at the end of the bed and a sliding door closet. It would all have to do. She sighed.
Ayame ventured off into the hall. "Jax?" She called wondering where her baby cousin was. "Jaxie?" She called again. She walked in to the kitchen which she had to get through the living room to get to. She saw a small girl sitting on a chair, working on the butterfly counter. Just like the one at home. "Jaxie?" She asked.
The small girl looked up from her papers. She looked like a baby hoodlum. This little girl had dark, medium shaggy hair. She had her hair in pig tails and a tiny, pink, fitted hat on side ways. She had overalls on sloppily, and a balck, screen T-shirt that Ayame could have sworn said hood rat on it and was one or two sizes a bit too big. It was actually very cute on her. The little girl gave a huge smile. "AYAME!" She shouted happily. She dropped her red crayon that she had in her hand and clapped her hands toogether happily. "You're here!"
"In the flesh sweetie." Ayame smiled back. She walked toward her cousin and gave her a kiss on the fore head. "How's my big girl?" She asked. She scrumbled with the little girls head kind of messing up her hat style. She looked down at the kids work.
"I've been geting an attitude like Jubilee told me to." Jax said.
"Well, never listen to Jubilee, she doesn't even listen to herself." Ayame joked. "What are you up to litttle duck? What's this?"
"Its a drawing. It's a flower. A big red one. My mommy like 'em you know." Jax explained picking up her crayond and scribbling the coloor onto the paper. "She said I could be an...um...wat was it...arbit?"
"You mean artist sweetie." Ayame corrected her. "I'm an artist. I'll be here for a while so I can teach you how to draw more things."
"Coolio." Jax said immitating a tough voice. She giggled. She knew she sounded funny saying it. She stopped coloring and got out a pinkish color crayon. She scribbled some more. "I'm almost done." She scribbled for a few more seconds. "There!" She announced happily. "Ain't it pretty?"
"No, it's beautiful!" Ayame excalimed trying to make a big fuss over it. "I love it. I bet your mom would too. Want me to hang it on the fridge?"
"Uh...okay!" Jax took her drawing, jumped off the stool and ran to the fridge. She waited for ayame to walk over to help her reach a magnet. Ayame picked Jax up and let her put the magnet on the corner of the picture. she put her back down. "Mommy's gonna love it." Jax smiled. She was proud of her work. To her, it was a master peice. But truth was it was just a bunch of scribbles on a few green sticks. "Where are we going to go when she comes home?"
"Maybe shopping." Ayame responded.
Jax jumped up and down a few times. "Oh goodie! I need a few doo-rags myself." She said with that tought voice again.
Ayame chuckled. "Doo-rags huh? So who gave you this style that you have planted in your head?"
"Jubilee. She's mean, but I like the way she thinks about fasion. Don't you think I look gansta?" Jax asked Her grey eyes sparkling.
Ayame smiled. "Ganster?...Very much, little duck. And your mom lets you dress like this?"
"Yuppers! She says I look kawaii!" Jax squeeled.
Ayame smiled. Cute kid huh. She missed Jax's veiws on life. She never saw her all ganster before though. She remembered her as a cute little thing to command to get ice tea hen needed. Now she was so called gangsta. Ayame wondered how many little cildren Jubilee tainted while living here. Ayame followed Jax as she ran to her mother who had just gotten back. So soon eh?
...Simara and The Girls
Simara ran to the table outside the local cafe where Jubilee, Kagome, and Sango waited on their friend. "I'm sorry I'm late. But you won't believe what I found out." simara took Jubilee's water and tok a large amount of it. After all the running, she was a little tired. Wolf/Dog youkai or not. She was tired. "What happened with Kouga and ayame was this big mis understanding. My brother never cheated on her!" simara claimed.
Out of no where Kagura showed up. Just in time to save the day. "Where is she?" she demanded?
"What the fuck? Who?" Simara scoffed.
"Ayame you twit." Kagura answered rudely.
"You mean you didn't hear?" Jubilee began. "She left for New York to live with my Aunt Camile. Why?"
"Fuck. It's too late. Look. Kikyo had this whole plan thing goiong on and it worked. She wanted to get back at ayame for slapping her so she broke Kouga and Ayame up on purpose." Kagura explained.
"What!" They all asked shocked.
"Yes, Kikyo had it palnned."
"Whay are you telling us this?" Simara asked.
"Because Kikyo is a bitch and no one desrves to have their heart broken like that. kikyo might have been my best friend, but I never agreed to cover for her sleezy plans." Kagura explained. She didn't care if Kikyo never spoke to her again for this. But she never agreed with the plan in the first place.
"I can't believe that fugly bitch!" Jubilee yelled.
...Ayame
Ayame took the last sip of her Starbucks Frap. At least they had Starbucks in New York. She and Simara lived off that place. She sighed and walked down the busy streets. Public School? Ayame had only gone to a Public school in Kindergarden. And she knew highschool would be way different. As she sighed one last time...looking up at the big, cement stairs of the school. The air was cold. She had worn her light colored uggs, a jean skirt a long black and pink stripped sleeved shirt and a fluffy kinda brown clolored vest. Her Messenger bag sagged as usual. The last load must have been too much for it.
She opened one of the two redish, browninsh, old rusted doors to the school and stepped in. It didn't seem so bad. So there were a few people pruposley teasing others in the crowded halls. Ayame looked at the room numbers. She finally found her class room. 402. She then wondered why it was 402 when there weren't that many doors. She shrugged it off and entered the class room. Only a few students were in the class room. She handed a yellow slip to the teacher. She looked old and dressed really ugly. Ms. Silacoes. Her Aunt had gossiped about her getting three divorces. It was sad but true.
Ms. Silacoes took the slip. "Sit anywhere." The old woman said not bothering to look up from her old, wrinkled book.
Ayame nodded to herself and looked around the class for a second. She sat in the 3rd row, in the second to last seat. She let her messenger bag drop to the ground. The bell rung and people came in in groups. Exept for one that caught Ayame's eyes. He was tall, he had dark medium long hair that was a little above his shoulders, with red tips. He had tanned skin like Kouga with light blue eyes. He wore his dark jeans sloppily, with his combat boot's shoe laces sticking out. A black band shirt with "The Clash" on it and w black leather jacket over it. Damn was he hot. He seemed like the sexi loner type...and he was. All the girls both adored and feared him. Travis. The loner, trouble maker hottie who kept everything to himself.
Travis sat behind Ayame. He didn't even spare her a look or one word. Ayame felt him rest his feet on the book rack under her chair. She blushed for no reason. Or maybe because she was ashamed to think he was hot after just breaking up with her one and only. Her thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Silacoes who had started class.
"Alright. So who here did themselves a favor and bothered to finish reading The Sun Also Rises?" Ms. Silacoes looked around the rom to see who raised their hand. Only a hand full did. Including Ayame? She picked up the yellow slip that was handed to her earlier. "Akira, Ayame?" She asked. "You're new and you bothered to read it?"
Ayame nodded. "Yes, before I transfered I got a list of books I needed to read." She explained. But she read that book front to back, twice. It wasn't so bad.
Ms. Silacoes lowered her wrinkled lip and nodded in aprovment. "Impressive." She said.
The rest of the class was spent on the book. Talking about every little, fucking detail. Everyone in the room just wanted to die right there and then. Finally the bell had rung and they were all saved.
Lunchtime. THe only time people got a break from bitches and teachers with bad breath. Ayame sat at a table...all alone. She had her walkman blaring through her head phones some Linkin Park. While looking around her/Jubilee's old room, she had found a stash of Jubilee's Enlish Rock band CDs. Ayame liked this one. She was writting in a new notebook. Homework. It seemed like the right thing to do on her free time. She couldn't eat any of the icky fod. So, she guessed from now on she'd have to live off snapples till she got home. Home? It sounded odd in her mind.
Travis sat at his original, empty table that he always sat in. Exept, someone had got their before him. A girl. The same one from his English class. He slowly walked toward the table and sat down a few seats Away and across from Ayame. He still hadn't spared a glance for her. Exept for the back of her head because he had no where else to look in class. He cleared his throat and opened to a fresh page in notebook. He began to draw.
Ayame let out a low, tiny sigh that could barely be detected. She looked at Travis for a second then back at her paper. She wondered what he could be drawing. She finished the last of her homework and turned to the next clean page. She began to draw also. She sketched out a hand that was clinched into a fist. The a hand full of hair. It took a few good minutes but she drew it. She didn't know what it meant, but she sure was a heck of a drawer. She traced over a few descriptions. She turned off her walkman and shoved it into her messanger bag. She went back to work on her sketching.
Travis put down his pencil. He looked down at his drawing then at Ayame. "What your name?" He asked.
Oh god, his voice was sexy too. Ayame looked at Travis. Was he actually talking to her? "Ayame." She answered.
Travis bit his lip alittle.
"What's your name?" Ayame asked back.
"Travis." Sexi name too huh? "...So why are you here?"
"Why are any of us here?" She shot at him being to intelligent for own well being.
Travis smirked. He even had a sexi smirk. Everything about him, or that was him was sexi. "Good question...So why'd you transfer here?"
"Let's just say tabloids got too many shots of me." She lied. It would sound reall lame if she told the truth and said, To run away from my problems back home.
"What are you famous for?"
"My grandfather cured some famous canser." She said simply. "But now I'm supposed to be this billion dollar heiress and I barely have freedom to live as a please. At least here they don't know who I am."
"And you come to a public school in New York. Wherer some of the most gossipy bitches are?"
"Well, my Aunt Camile just so happens to be one of the gossipy bitches. She's the only other family I have so I'm stuck here for a while."
"I'll give you a warning. Stay away from anyone wearing pink. Or any bright colors for that fact." Travis ran his fingers through his gorgeous sexy hair.
"Pink? Bright colors?"
"They happen to the 'predetors' of this school. Just some big bitches. My sister just so happens to be one of them."
"...Right. Thanks for the warning." Ayame looked at the school clock. "Fuck. Um...thanks, but I have to get to my next class. Wait, why arn't you going? I mean we're in the same grade so our lunch period ends at the same time."
Travis shrugged. "I always skip 4th period." He stood up and ripped a page out of his notebook.
He left it on the table as he walked away. Ayame was left there in thoughts. She shrugged it off and noticed the paper. She picked it up and looked at it. Travis drew Ayame hunched over the ble...drawing with her phones and everything. Every little detail was perfect. He was good, he made her art look like shit. Ayame stuffed it in her messanger bag and went on her way.
...Jbuilee
It had been a week since Kagura had blabbed about Kikyo to the girls. Jubilee kept trying to call Ayame, but she was always out. And Ayame never called her back. Either the housekeeper didn't do a very good job on giving Ayame messages, or ayame was trying to avoid her. Jubilee growled to herself as she threw herself on her bed. She'd just have to pay a little visit to her ignorant sister. She couldn't let it go. Jubilee hadn't seen Kikyo, thank god or she'd rip her to shreds. Jubilee couldn't stand to see Ayame so heart broken, who knew what she could be up to now.
...Ayame
Ayame dug through her locker with a blue ink pen in her mouth. She never knew how messy she could be. She shoved a few books in her messanger bag that was always by her side. Travis walked next to her and stopped at her locker. He slammed his against the locker next to Ayame's. "What's wrong now?" She asked a little busy digging through her shit.
"I can't think." Travis answered.
"And hitting your head on a locker would help?" She joked.
"You skipping today?" He asked.
"What period?"
"4th, next period."
Ayame sighed. "Okay." She said. She closed her locker and swung the bag over her arm carrying it at her side now. "I need to buy a pack of boggies anyway."
They both left the school with out permission. Not that the school gave a damn any way. As long as they attended most of their classes, no one would care. Ayame came out of the drug store with a pack of Newports. She took two out and stuffed the back in her bag. She handed one to Travis who lit his and hers. Ayame sighed the smoke out of her. They sat outside the at Starbucks tables provided outside. Ayame and travis had become good friends thorough the past week or so. She'd gotten over her little crush. She lived with the fact that Travis was and always would be sexi. "So what couldn't you think about again?"
"My band. I haven't written a song in a while and they want me to write one like now."
"And you can't write a simple poem and turn it into a master peice?" Ayame finished for him. She took a drag of her cigaret.
"I told you, I can't think."
"Then do some writting extercises. That always helps. Maybe your just haveing a writters block moment or something."
"Like what."
"Like..." She blew the toxic smoke out her mouth. "Write down some words that ryme. Any then think of a topic, like street lights or something fucked like that. Write the details and how it would feel."
"Streetlights?" He chuckled.
Ayame punch his arm playfully. "Fuck you. I never claimed to be a good writter."
"I'm guessing you really did write a poem about...street lights."
Ayame laughed. "You guessed well. I even wrote a poem about nail polish once." They both laughed. "It was actually interesting...when I was six."
"I wanna read these poems about street lights and nailpolish." Travis joked.
"Yeah, uh huh, only if you come with me to search for the perfect lip gloss." She joked back. She took out another cigaret and lit it, taking a long drag. She blew out smoke rings and observed them in her bordom. She felt her T-Mobile Sidekick vibrating in her back pocket of her hip huggers. She looked at the caller ID. Jubilee. Ayame pressed a button or two and put it to her ear. "What is it?" She asked. "You shouldn't call while I'm in school." She lied.
"Why are you ignoring me?" Jubilee asked.
"What? I am not." Ayame lied again. "I just haven't gotten around to calling you yet. I'm sorry. So what's the big news or something that you have to call me durring school? Is it grandfather is he alright? Grandmom? Did she have another stroke?"
Jubilee sighed into the speaker of her phone. "No everyone's fine. It's just..." Jubilee struggled with her words. It would be best if she told Ayame in person.
"Just what? Spit it out Juby." Ayame was now irritated.
"I'm coming. We have to talk about something really important. I think it would be best if I told you in person."
"You arn't knocked up or anything right?" She was curious.
"No!" jubilee scoffed. "I haven't had a good fuck in a week any way. Look, it's just hard to explain. I booked a flight for next Friday."
"Alright,"
"Bye, Bye, Boo."
"Bye." Ayame clicked the phone off and stuff it back in her back pocket.
"Who was it?" Travis asked, curious to know who the mystery, worrying person was.
"My sister Jubilee. She's being a freak and insists on coming over here next Friday. I don't know what's up with her but she wouldn't have called me for nothing durring a 'school day'. Even though i'm techniclly not in school." Ayame explained. She put out her cigaret.
Travis finished his first. "We should probally go." He suggested. They both got up and left the table. They made their way through the busy streets and back to their school. Just in time for 5th period. Calculus wasn't so hard for Ayame. She did it easily with out any hesitation. Travis on the other hand didn't even bother with it. He just sat their reading his same old, morbid book of poems. Like he didn't give a damn at all. He'd just coppy Ayame's work as usual.
...Kouga and The...Guys
Kouga sat at a tabl inside the restuaraunt all by his lonesome handsome self. He played around with his drink. Everything was so boring. "Remind me why i'm here again?" He scowled at Miroku, his good perverted friend who had got him out of his room somehow and into The Chill Grill, their usual hang out.
"Because you need to get out of the house. All you do is mop around and sleep. At least that's what Simara says." Miroku explained in his casual keeping it cool voice.
"An you always believe what my sister says?" Kouga shot at him.
"No, but she's hot and I'll believe anything she says." Miroku answered.
"Hey, you work your perverted charm on Sango, but my sister is off limits to you."
"Relax, I wouldn't do that to Sango...or Simara...Besides this isn't about me, or Sango, or Simara. It's about you."
"And Ayame." Inuyasha added in without thinking as usual.
"Yeah, thanks Inuyasha." Miroku said with sarcasm.
"No problem." Inuyasha answered not noticing the odd tone in Miroku's voice.
Miroku rolld his eyes. Inuyasha was just being Inuyasha. "Look, you really need to get over...um...Ayame." He wasn't sure if everytime Ayame's name came up it tor Kouga up inside so he'd stay away from it a few more times just incase. "I mean I know that whole thing ended badly, or at least that's what Sango claimed. But that's not the point. You have to stop knocking yourself over just for one girl."
"You just don't get you pervert," A woman's voice came in from behind. Sango. She had her arms crossed. "She wasn't just some girl. At least all the other girls bothered to at least stay in the same classes. But she left the country you idiot. And this whole thing was since they were kids. So fuck off and let us handle it."
"I never noticed how dominant you-" He went wrap an arm around her waist and make her fall into his lap. But she pulled away.
"Don't pull that crap on me. I know you just want a good lay." She resisted.
Jubilee came up and grabbed Kouga's arm. "You and me have to talk...now." She commanded.
"I think I've been hated enough for one week if you don't mind." Kouga growled.
"Well, 1, I do mind, and 2, I know what reallly happened. And if you don't come I'll just be forced to abduct you and that wouldn't be very pretty." Now this girl was dominant. Kouga followed her to another booth. He sighed as he sat down across from her. "If you knew this whole scam shit went down, why didn't you try to talk to Ayame, huh? Any why would you let her think that you were some two timing jerk? And better yet, why didn't you bother to stop her when before she left Japan. I want answers and I want them now."
Kouga sighed. "I don't know. I guess inside I knew she deserved better. I mean I hurt before-"
"She didn't deserve better, Kouga. She deserved-" Jubilee thought for the right words. She was either high or actually thinking. "She deserved you. You were all she wanted. And if you think she wanted something or someone else then you don't know her."
"I can't stay with her if she'd really think I'd do that to her."
"She was blinded by a horrible vision. Look, after growing up with Ayame, I lereaned the best way she deals is by believing with her eyes. Not her head. And as you can tell right now, another way she deals is by running away from her problems. Look, I'm going to get our girl back from New York on Friday. and I need to know if you really want her back. I need you tell me that you want her, and then I'm gone. But if you don't, I let her rot her life away in New York like I did." For once Jubilee was being serious. She needed to know if kouga wanted Ayame so bad he'd do anything crazy for her. "I'll let you in on something only me and Ayame shared. After my mom and dad split us apart when they died, I had a chance to stay in Japan. But I was 15 and afraid of love. I chose to go to New York. It was horrible. The worst people lived there. I hung out druggies and gansters. And for a while I called it life. If you want Ayame to turn out like I did, afraid of love and using every drug their was, drinking any thing with alcohol, then you tell me you don't love her. Tell me to leave her in New York to get away from you. And I will. But if you truely love her like you claim to, then you'll choose wisely."
A/N: great ending to the chapter huh? I'll be back with another. Sorry it took me so long to update. I'm horrible I know. But I love you!