Tangled
6
Her glass slipped from her hands and shattered at her feet. Her eyes stared at the smirking face in the window, and she just stared at him, the shock still fresh. He opened the back door and walked in, clearly letting himself in. He pulled back a chair and turned it around, sitting in it like he owned the house.
"You're clumsier than you take yourself for." He said, breaking the silence. She snapped out right away, the surprise gone. She narrowed her eyes into a glare as she tried to tell the man how she felt at that moment without using words. For there clearly weren't any to show her loathing at that moment.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, practically grinding her teeth as she watched him.
"I've come for what's mine." He said as he looked up at her with expectant eyes.
"Oh, is it that big a deal? I just wanted to read it!" She said as she started to clean up the mess she made.
"Actually it is—you didn't ask me."
"If I asked you, you'd probably have said no anyway!" She said as she gathered the glass shards in her hands.
"Keh, so?" He rested his chin against the top of the chair. "It's still a theft."
"Fine, if the god damn song means so much to you then I'll go get it after I clean up this me—ow!" She dropped the glass that she was holding and looked at the cut on her finger. She mentally scolded herself for being so clumsy. She was about to look up at Inuyasha, practically waiting for him to give her the 'I-told-you-so' look. But instead, he crouched down next to her and reached for her hand.
"Stupid woman," he breathed out as he pulled her hand towards his face so he could investigate the injury. "Just a little knick, no harm. Go run it under cold water."
"Since when are you my doctor? Why should I listen to you?"
"Since you stole my bloody song, now hurry up princess. Wash up." He gave her a trademark smirk, but instead of shooting back a response, she took into consideration about how close they were. She could feel his breath on her face, and his once faint scent was hitting her full blast. She moved her eyes upwards as she suddenly realized where they had drifted off to—his lips.
She got up rather quickly, slipping in the spilt milk. She grasped the counter so she wouldn't fall flat on her face. Inuyasha watched her do as he ordered, but still crouched there, taking in the lingering scent. She was so close. He breathed in her aroma and began to gather up the shards that she had dropped. Only he didn't get cut.
"Let's go get your song now." She said as she turned the tap off. There was still spilt milk on the ground, but Kagome did nothing but drop a few paper towels on the floor to soak up the liquid.
"About time," he mumbled to himself as he followed her up the stairs and into her room. He was taken aback by the resemblance to his own room, but kept it to himself. He examined the posters adorning her walls, but then noticed various sheets of paper pinned to her wall located around her window. He went over to answer the question forming in his mind, his eyes reading over some of the papers.
"…I woke up in a car; I traced away the fog so I could see the Mississippi on her knees. I've never been so lost, I've never felt so much at home. Please write my folks and throw away my keys…" He read aloud.
"What are you doing?" She asked, almost hysterical.
"Reading this stuff," he said before shooting her a glance. "It's pretty good. Didn't know you could write."
"Well I can, and I do. Now here's your song. Goodbye." She forced the papers on him and he took them in his hands.
"I have to examine them so that if they've been tampered with or ruined, I can sue." He sat down on her bed and began to go over the lyrics, checking every line over. Frankly, he couldn't care if anything was done to the song, because he had it all memorized. He just wanted an excuse to stay within her presence longer.
"Listen, Inuyasha…" She began as she sat down next to him. "I stole those lyrics for a reason…"
"I'm listening." He turned the first page over and pretended to examine that side.
"I was analyzing your lyrics…to find out what it was about exactly." She said as she entwined her fingers in her lap.
He stopped his own 'analyzing' and looked up at her. His face showed hardly any surprise, but she could still see traced of shock in his amber eyes.
"Inuyasha, is this song about me?" She asked quietly, her voice barely a whisper. He had to struggle to hear it, but he still caught it. He swallowed past the lump that had quickly formed in his throat. He wasn't quite sure what to say.
Yes, Kagome it is about you. If you didn't already know, I am mad about you. Every time I argue with you, I just do it to see the fire ignite within your eyes. I need to know that I make you feel something, if not what I want it to be. You drive me crazy when I'm near you, but even crazier when I'm not. And right now, all I want to do is kiss you…
"What's it to you?" He asked, his voice almost as breathy as hers. His eyes were locked on her sapphire irises and he couldn't look away.
"Everything." She replied.
"Truth be told," he said as his head slightly inclined towards hers. "It is."
"I knew it…"
Their faces slowly closed in, and soon all that separated them was a single breath. But that breath grew as the sounds of Kagome's grandfather calling her sounded through the house. She pulled away quickly, a blush staining her cheeks. A rosey tint crossed his cheeks, but he tried to cover it up.
"Uh, yeah…thank for returning my song." He said scratching the back of his head. "I guess I'll…see you later then."
"Yeah, later…" She said, avoiding eye contact with him.
"Bye then."
"Bye."
He raised his eyes to her once last time before he got up, song in hand, and headed for her front door. On the way down though, he encountered the eldest Higurashi.
"What are you doing in my house! And in my granddaughter's room nonetheless!" He barked at the young man, a broom shaking violently in his ancient hand.
"Settle down Old Man, I didn't rape her or anything." He said before realizing his poor choice in words.
"Ah! Get out of my house you filthy boy! You're lucky I don't tell your parents about this!" He yelled before he raised his broom and began to hit Inuyasha in the back to force him out of the house. Kagome peered out of her doorway as her grandpa assaulted Inuyasha.
"Get out, and stay out!" Her grandpa yelled as he shook his fist in the air. Inuyasha turned around and flipped him the bird, earning a string of curses from the man.
"Stupid old man," He mumbled as he shoved his hands in pockets before heading back to his house. I was so close; I could practically taste her.
"So close," he breathed, before looking back at Kagome's window. "But not close enough."
Now I thought this was a lovely chapter.
I guess you can say an improvement compared to last one.
I changed it a bit if you didn't know.
So enjoy!
Crowned King
Disclaimer: The tiny tid-bit of a song is Something Corporate's 'I Woke up in a Car'. Good song, but I don't own it.
