What Was it That You Never Said?

Chapter 5: Interuptions and Distractions.

The sun came in over the shrine grounds, and flooded the area with light. The shrine had always been mysterious to her, with such history. Some many stories had taken place here, passed down from generation and generation. From her spot on the balcony outside her room, Kagome sat infront of her easel. The jeans and long sleeve shirt she wore was covered in paint. The painting finished she stepped back to inspect her work. With a meloncoly smile, she reached out and touched the piece. Inuyasha violet eyes stared back at her from the canvas. He was barechested with a hand held out toward her, his dark hair surounding him like a cloud. With a heavy sigh she sprayed the canvas with paint thinner. Soon the image melted away. She moved to the edge of the balcony and looked out over her shrine. It was so lonely now, with her mother and grandfather dead, and Souta off at a private school. But the quite never bothered her. It gave her time to reflect on herself.

The phone rang, pulled her out of a silent comtemplation. She moved back into her room and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Kagome! What are you doing?" Sango's cheery voice called from the other end. That voice alwasy made her smile.

"Just painting. What are doing?"

"Well, if you don't mind, I am going to swing by to pick you up. We are going to have a girls day. After the drama last night, I think you deserve a day for fun."

Kagome sat on the bed. "Sure, it sounds like a good distraction."

Sango squealed. "I will be there in ten minutes." After that the line went dead. For some reason Sango never said bye, but it was something she was used to. The mirror in front of the bed reflect her image. She had paint all over her face and clothes. Kagome rolled her eyes and put the phone on the charger. Time for a shower, before Sango dragged her all over the city. She started to undress as she mirgrated to the bathroom.

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His head was killing him. Inuyasha sat up and cringed as pain shot through his head. The clock beside the bed read 10 a.m. Good thing today was one of his well earned free days, other wise he knew he would be worthless. He sat back against the head bored of his bed. He couldn't get Kagome out of his head. Her words last night had struck something inside. He was putting everyone in alot of pain for one mistake he made. His heart clenched painfully as he closed his eyes and thought back to when this mess had started.

"I don't want to feel this way forever..."

Flashback

Inuyasha was still waiting for the right moment to tell Kagome that he had feeling for her, intense feeling for her. He had waited such a long time, pretending to be happy with Kikyou. But he knew she wasn't for him. They never talked and when they did, they disagreed about everything. It wasn't a relationship, it was a war zone. But now that he had finally pulled the plug on that horrorshow, he could finally be free to tell Kagome how he felt. For 12 years they had been best friends, its hard for him to pin point when he started to see her as his women. But somewhere along the line, he had fell head over heels for her, quirks and all.

He ran a hand through his hair and picked up the boquet of dried sunflowers he had bought for Kagome and opened the door of his apartment. Kikyou stood on the other side of the threshold. She looked up at him, and stared. "I think we need to talk..."

Her voice was hollow as she spoke, her face just as unemotional. "I have nothing to say to you!" He growled as he tried to push past her.

She grabbed his shirt and pused him back into his apartment, and closed the door. "WHAT THE FUCK--"

"Inuyasha," There was a hopelessness in her voice that made her suddenly seem so fragile to him. "I'm pregnant."

Inuyasha froze, his heart stopped in his chest. He glared down on her, the weight of her words hitting him full in the chest. The seconds that passed felt like a life time of silent screams from inside his head.

"But-"

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"INUYASHA!" Miroku yelled out from the door to his room. Inuyasha flinched as he was pulled away from his train of thought.

He glared at the man standing in the doorway. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked as he rubbed his temples.

A smile streched across his face as he entered the room fully. "Just checking up on you. By the way, you look like hell."

In return for that comment, Miroku got the finger from his less then cheery companion. Inuyasha got up and looked in the mirror, yep he looked like death warmed over. He finger combed his hair and scrubbed a hand over his face. He growled at the man that stared back at him.

"You should get freshed up. Then we can talk." Miroku said with a tone that help timeless wisdom. It was times like these Inuyasha just wanted to punch him in the jaw. But none the less he took his advice and grabbed his clothes. He took them to the bath room and started the shower. Yeah, they needed to talk. He needed advice to help him fix the mess he has made out of his life.

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A/N: I know that this chapter is really short but I wanted to update today. I will try and make up for it later, depending on my work schedule. But I hope that you enjoy it. And thank you for everyone that reviewed. It has ment alot to the continuation of this story.

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