Chapter 7

Confession

Disclaimer: How many times must I say it? I no own Inuyasha and co... :(

A/N: Sorry about not updating for a while, but I haven't been feeling the vibes for this story for a bit. Kinda like writers block. Oh well...on with the story, and sorry that I made Kagome get into that accident, but it'll be important later on in the story.

I glanced out the window. It was raining and my knee ached. It wasn't fair that I'd gotten in a life altering crash. Who would've thought that I had so many friends because I'd steadily recieved presents and flowers. So many that Sango had to take a bunch home to the apartment. In reality I only thought that Sango and Miroku were my friends now but I guess more people liked me than I thought orginally. My nurse came in. She was a plump little woman whom wore too much purfume and make-up, well at least in my oponioun. "How are you doing Kagome?" she asked. I shrugged. "My knee hurts. Can I wheel myself around the hospital now? I'm really bored." I said. "I guess if you're so insistant upon it. Go ahead. Just stay out of places that you shouldn't go."

The woman's warning sounded like it should've been issued to a three year old instead of a wheelchair restricted patient whom happened to have one more year of high school left. As I wheeled myself out I pondered the warning. What, was I going to wheel into an operation room and jump up and start helping? Yeah, right. The doctors had told me up front that I might not be able to walk for extended periods of time or without crutches. My right arm worked the wheel on the right side of my chair because my left arm was still in a damn sling. Being held up for any reason infurated me and all I wanted to do was go find a damn newspaper to see if my accident was in there.

"Well, well Miss Gymnastics and Judo, you aren't looking so good. What happened to the all high and mighty Kagome? Did ya get knocked off your golden perch you little bitch?" Kikyo snarled, appearing in front of my path. Oh great. Just when I happened to think that my LIFE couldn't get any worse Kikyo shows up to show me that yes, yes my life CAN get worse. I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm fine, can't you tell? What happened to you? All the schools in session so you couldn't find any minors to screw?" I asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "Ha Ha Ha, Kagome. Well two can play this game. Perhaps everyone would like to know about your smoking?" she asked. I laughed, then sobered myself. "Empty threat. No one cares. I'm my legal gaurdian, not you." I replied, causing Kikyo to become even madder.

Kikyo turned a deep shade of red, then sort of purple. I leaned forward, deciding to test my former stepmother's limits and see how far she could be pushed before she totally lost it. "You do know that your supposed to breathe right? I suppose that's because of you. People take a look at you holding your breath and see what an actual human blueberry looks like, then they die laughing." I taunted, my voice dripping with sadist sarcasm. Kikyo glared at me angrily, her face turning back to it's 'normal' pale shade. I sat back, laughing. "Oh Kikyo, if looks could kill, you'd be dead long ago." I said, starting to wheel past her. Her ghostly hand caught the back of my chair. "Don't you want to know why I lowered myself to be with Inuyasha and your father? Don't you want to know why your mother died?" she asked quietly. My breath caught in my throat. Was it just me or was Kikyo digging herself a deeper hole by calling my ex and father lower than her, then mentioning my mother. I brushed her hand away coldly. "Listen you bitch, don't touch me and don't you dare speak of my parents in an ill manner ever again or I swear upon their graves that I will get very mad, and it will NOT be pretty, now please, remove yourself from here before you embarress yourself and cause me to make someone else remove you." I said, rolling away.

Even to me my own words sounded so harsh...so cold...so totally something I wouldn't even have said to my worst enieme. The familiar feeling of tears prickled the back of my eyes and I quickly returned to my room. I parked my chair and closed my eyes. As soon as I did I felt tears rush to pool behind my eyelids. Damn it all, still speaking of my parents had an instant effect on me which is why I refused to talk about them or think about their untimely deaths because I hated crying. Everyone close to me knew that I despised crying because my eyes always turned red and puffy, yet after all the tears I shed over my parents, it seemed like there were thousands more awaiting their turn to get released from my eyes and get their chance to roll down my cheeks, then finally evaporate. Somehow I lifted myself up from my wheelchair and pulled myself onto my bed. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, refusing to let the tears go. Despite my best efforts the tears leaked from under my eye lids and spilled down my face. I opened my eyes, giving up. I let the tears fall down my cheeks but it was as if a dam had been released, and now I could not stop my damn crying.

A few days later my release from the smelly hospital came. My sling was taken away from me, my stitches removed, and I was given crutches instead of a fucking wheelchair. Sango and Miroku picked me up in front of the hospital and Monk was ordered to go fetch all my stuff as I couldn't carry anything as my left arm was wrapped in a plaster cast that was bound by black gauze. I sat in the back of the SUV, listening to the radio. I didn't feel like talking. In fact, I hadn't felt like talking much since Sesshomaru left and basically told me he hated me. Why would it effect me so much anyways was my question to myself over and over again because we weren't dating...but that kiss...and that time he saved me in that alley...he called me his girlfriend...I was snapped out of my thoughts when the car stopped somewhere. "Come on Kags. I need to pick something up here." Sango said, smiling mischeviously. I stared at her. "Why don't I just wait in the car then?" I asked in a tired tone.

Miroku answered my question by picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I let out a shriek and held my skirt down. I felt his hand slide up my thigh. I screamed. "PERVERT! GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ASS!" I screamed. Monk chuckled nervously as both Sango and I glared daggers at him. He carried me into a dark room and set me down. "Why is it so dark in here?" I asked. Suddenly the lights snapped on and a bunch of people screamed surprise. I jumped about three feet. All my friends and class mates were there except the Taisho brothers. A grin graced my face as people bear hugged me and group hugged me. I laughed at the surprise party my friends had put together for me. It was really touching that they had hired a DJ, gotten a caterer and bought me presents. My friends and I partied it up, the music WAY loud. Koga hugged me to him as we danced. Frankly it was indecent, but that's how everyone was dancing. Christ, it could've been the scence in 'Dirty Dancing' where Baby stumbles across the dirty dancing club. I laughed as Koga pulled a dirty dancing move, like he was reading my thoughts. I stumbled and ended up flush with Koga's muscluar chest. I blushed and mumbled my apologies, which he probably didn't hear because of the pounding music. The music turned into a slow dance and Koga pulled me into his arms. I rested my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around so I was facing them. I looked up to see Sesshomaru there. He looked to Koga. "I hope you don't mind if I steal my girlfriend away from you." he said shortly. Koga blushed and left. My eyes lingered after him. Sesshomaru had his eyes on me when I moved my gaze to him. "I thought you were done for good with me." I said. He shook his head and smiled down at me. "Truth be told, I got jealous when you were dancing with Koga like that. So how about it Kagome? Dance with me like that and I just might let you become my girlfriend for real." he said, leaning down to claim my lips.