Tangled
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She ran after him, only a few steps behind when another figure emerged from out of no where. She halted as the woman nearly sprung at the man she was pursuing, her face looking almost identical to hers.

Kikyou.

"That performance was excellent Inuyasha." The woman said with a smile, raising a hand to his shoulder. He leaned away from her touch, removing the limb from his body.

"Thank you." He said briefly before moving past her and reaching for his locker. He tried to ignore her, but she kept making herself attentive.

"Did you write that song? It was beautiful." She said, once again moving in close.

"Thanks."

"Truth be told, I thought that we'd agreed to stop feeling things for one another. I know you still have feelings for me Inuyasha, but you just have to let go. I'm sorry dear." She said in a soft voice.

"Kikyou, will you stop thinking about yourself for one moment!" He laughed, turning away from his open locker. "Have you ever thought that the world doesn't revolve around you? And I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but I broke up with you because you're such a persistent and self-centered bitch!"

"Inuyasha I—"

"Kikyou, just leave. The only feeling I have left for you is hate. So leave me be, and I hope that you're content with that answer."

The woman gave a choked sob before running off to god knows where, leaving the man behind. Kagome waited a moment before approaching him, leaning against the nearby lockers, just looking at him.

"I tho—oh, it's you." He said, glancing up at Kagome, clearly thinking that it was Kikyou. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want." She said, being mysterious in her own way.

"Actually, I don't. But if you'd like to play games, then go talk to Miroku." He reached into his upper shelf, pulling out wads of paper, looking for his lost notes. Many fell to the ground, but he kept looking for it all.

"That song. Why were you looking at me?" She said crossing her arms over her chest. "You know I don't like it when people play with my head."

"I wasn't doing anything. I was just performing, like I was supposed to—if you forgot." He said, giving her an irate stare.

"So how come your eyes were glued to me? Were you having some staring contest with me or something?"

"Listen, I wasn't looking at you if that's what you're thinking. I was just singing and I might have looked at you for a moment, but I was scanning the crowd." He paused in his search to look over at her slyly. "What about you? Why the hell were you talking to me?"

"I-I was trying to...to..."

"That's what I thought."

"Actually, it isn't!"

He paused. "Is this about...Kouga?"

"Not entirely!" Before adding, "And tell him if he touches me again, I will rip off certain appendage."

He laughed at her remark.

"I-I'm sorry! Okay?"

"For what?"

"F-for...you know...the other day?"

"That?" He scoffed. "Why would I care about that? It's not like you're my girlfriend of nothin'." He said, ignoring what the voices said inside. She sighed and crouched down, placing her head in her hands. She was about to say something when something caught her eye.

There were a few sheets of paper with scrawling on them and music notes. She examined some of the words, and she recognized it as the song. The song that confused her. She peered up at the man through her fingers to see his attention still on his lost work, and she discreetly grabbed the papers and shoved them in her pocket.

"You're right, you shouldn't care." She got up and headed back to the gym where Sango was waiting for her. "Well, bye!"

And with that she sped off, leaving a confused Inuyasha behind her.

He stood outside the school, breathing in the chilly air. He couldn't lie when it came to her; there was something there. His song was meant for her, but somehow he didn't want her to know. He smiled as he remembered her confrontation. He knew that he was being stubborn, but he didn't want to set himself up for rejection. He began to hum the song to himself, the one he wrote for her.

She had sung the night before, and her voice was something that hit him deep down. He didn't even know that she played the guitar! He didn't know if she was his dream woman or not, but she was starting to become something in his life. He heard the sound of chatter and footsteps, and his assumption was that the show was over. He started for the bus stop, leaving his thoughts behind.

She was the last thing he needed to think about.


All right, here's this baby.
Once again, tweaked a bit.
This is nota songfic, so buzz off.


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