Summary: 'Whatever happens, Kagome, we'll go on forever. I mean it, I swear.' Funny how things change. Inu/Kag

The Little Stories We Tell

Chapter 2

Waking up is always the hardest for me. Always. Every morning I wake up to the reminder of what I have lost and how little time I have to continue being a kid and living off my parent's money. When we were younger, there was never a morning where Inuyasha didn't trot over to my house to eat breakfast with my family. It wasn't like he lived close, unless you count two miles, sometimes on foot, close. It was just; I guess he enjoyed my family a little more than his. That is understandable.

Inuyasha's family is…dysfunctional. Now that I'm older, wiser and seventeen, I can understand why spending time with my almost picture perfect family was such a big deal to the young Inuyasha. It's hard now, waking up to the fact that I no longer had somebody to walk to school with me, with perfect understanding of each other and being with somebody I've shared my whole life with. It's… hard. It's probably the hardest thing I've ever experience.

It's like death in a family because after all, Inuyasha is dead to me.

I take a final look at myself in the mirror before walking out of the house, looking for signs of Miroku. Miroku is the ultimate guy to get a ride from because he is my best friend's boyfriend, I feel I can share myself with him and not feel too embarrass about it because Miroku is just one of those guys, he's too wise to be as young as he is and that's why I rely on him so much. He's probably the smartest guy I've ever met and probably will ever know.

A car speeds around the corner as my mouth drop in awe. Are you kidding me, I think to myself as I slowly start making my way down the steps. Where's Miroku? The trademark black Mercedes pulls to the curl as the silver haired hanyou begins fixing his rear view mirror, ignoring the fact that I'm in complete and utter shock.

"Well don't sit there and gawk, get in the damn car."

I nod, pulling open the doors and sliding in. I didn't even know he remembered how to get to my house in broad daylight. Especially before school. I take a survey of him, noting that he is wearing his uniformed white shirt and to complement it with his green tie. He looks… astonishing. I never knew that somebody with such an ugly personality could be just so damn beautiful. And that just angers me even more.

"Where's Miroku?"

"At home, sick. Sango's plane got delayed, so he decided that he wasn't going to come. He said that he's sorry he didn't call you but he is sure you'll understand."

I nod again, leaning against the door. I understand all right, Miroku is lovesick. That is the only why Miroku would skip school. For as long as I known him, which is four years to be exact, Miroku has never skipped school, simply because he is Class President and involve with other extracurricular activities that the clubs would fall without him.

But when it comes to Sango, nothing matters and since Sango has been in the States, attending her grandmother's funeral, Miroku probably couldn't even function without her being there. So him being at school would be pointless if he can't concentrate.

"And Kikyou," Inuyasha begins, holding up a finger, "Has a doctor's appointment. She also told me to tell you that she's sorry. Kouga was willing to give you a ride but he doesn't know where you live and as you and I both know it, Ayame doesn't have a car. So that would've been pointless. So here I am, Inuyasha, at your service."

He almost made me chuckle. I can't have that. I smile slightly before glancing out of the window again. I sometimes wish that I never gotten involved with Inuyasha and that I could erase being sat by him in kindergarten. If I was never beside him in kindergarten, none of this would've happened, I would just be in the presence of Inuyasha and be totally in awe of him, which isn't something I want either.

Inuyasha quickly glance at me before returning his eyes back to the road.

"I know you hate me, Kagome, I know that but can you at least pretend that we're on good terms?" Inuyasha catches my eyes, before turning away again.

"Why's that?"

"We just had so many good years together, let's not end our last year of high school on a bad note, okay?"

"This is a really long car ride." I mutter, "Are we taking the long route?"

Inuyasha grins, "Of course."

He's so suave, I freaking hate it. Everything about him screams confidence and vanity. I don't know, he's just not something I would like to know, not at this point of my life.

"Whatever." I mumble, "Do whatever you want."

"That's what I'm doing. Anyway, Kagome, just at least try to be nice. I'm being nice to you and we're having a perfectly normal conversation. It's not that hard."

"After what you've done, you should be happy I haven't killed you yet."

Inuyasha ruffles his hair, "Is this about Kikyou or us?"

"Both."

"It's about us." Inuyasha interprets as he turns the corner, "Listen, I was fourteen years old and I was dumb. I admit that. I'm sorry."

The car pulls into a parking spot as I open the car, "I'm sorry, as many times as you say it, I just can't believe."

I quickly wave at Ayame, who is stepping out of her dad's Jaguar. I love her, despite the fact that she's a tad bit of a moron. She doesn't compare to Sango but at least she is somebody I can relate to.

She waits a second as I join her, watching her cock her head to the side before smiling. Oh God, not this again—the same thing happened to me in the ninth grade, Ayame thought that Inuyasha had something going on, even though I've known him forever and everybody knew that because in middle school we were probably the most rejected people there and now look at us…

"He gave you a ride home… and school?" Ayame questions.

"Yes. Both of them by accident, might I add. I never want to ride with him again." I turn to her, "Ayame…"

"I can't." Ayame shrugs, "Pedicure."

"Ugh. What's up with everybody and their damned appointments? Ugh!" We walk into the building, as we both scan the sheet that is hanging on the wall of our Advance Chemistry room, "Oh great, a Lab…"

"And Lab Partners." Ayame groans, "Damn."

"Double damn is more I like it." We sigh before heading inside, "Labs and Lab Partners are like… Hell to me."

"I rather be in Hell than doing labs with an assigned lab partner." Ayame mutters.

"Ditto." I slid into my chair, ignoring the titers while Inuyasha and Kouga stroll in.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, sit down!" Mrs. Yangtze yells as she glares at Inuyasha and Kouga who are still walking as slowly as possible to their seats, "And that means you too."

"Is she talking to us?" Inuyasha asks loudly as Kouga nods, them still strolling.

"Yeah. I think she's talking to us." Kouga turns to Inuyasha, "Hey, Inu, isn't your brother the recently elected Mayor of Tokyo?"

Inuyasha rolls his eyes, "Yeah. But heyI don't like to brag that he is and you know how is about family—why, he'll go absolutely bonkers if he knows how they treat me here. But I won't be the one to tattle," Inuyasha peeks at Mrs. Yangtze, "But if he ever finds out…"

Kouga gives a low whistle, "Trou-ble."

They nod at each other, finally taking their seats in the back of the room. Sometimes… I shake my head and roll my eyes. It was quite an amusing display of power and if it wasn't Inuyasha I would be giggling along with the class right now but it being him, it's disgusting. I guess in America they call it prejudice, I call it—anger and bitterness.

"Let's continue." Mrs. Yangtze says, "We are starting are big lab presentation. It's pretty much old school, how to make a light bulb turn on without a switch. You can use anything we've taught so far even in the previous years."

Inuyasha's hand immediately shot up, "Can we choose our own partners?"

"No." Mrs. Yangtze replies as she points to a little white sheet in her hand, "I have it all here and lucky for you, Inuyasha, Kagome is actually a good student. I'm sure you two will get an A."

Inuyasha shrugs, comfortably leaning back in his seat. Things like this only happen in the movies. Only happen in the movies, so why is it happening now? Why do I have to work with my old best friend who I'm not on the greatest of terms with? What is the world coming too?

"Kagome…" My head shots up, "I want you to make sure that Inuyasha does his share of the work. I don't want him to take advantage of you."

"Awh shucks, Mrs. Yangtze, I'm glad you care." Inuyasha mocks.

"Yes, ma'am." I answer before slipping down in my seat.

This is not happening.

This is not happening, I think to myself as I stroll behind Inuyasha. I can almost laugh at myself for the way I acted when Inuyasha suggested to me to go to his house and start on the Lab early. I mean, honestly, three weeks is certainly enough to do a lab but Inuyasha replied 'I have other things to do than worry about a damn lab'. Bastard.

I bet Ayame is going to go into a coma if she finds out that I'm at Inuyasha's house, I think she'll attack me. I sigh, flipping back my black hair before looking at him again. Is he out of his mind or what?

"Mom, dad, I'm home." Inuyasha throws his bag into a corner not stopping to see where it lands.

His mom appears at the top of the step, "Kagome Higurashi! Where have you been? I haven't seen you here in four years. Inuyasha told me that you two got into a fight or something."

"We're only doing a project, Mrs. T." I reply as His mom face falls.

"Oh okay. Call the butler if you need anything, honey and Inuyasha, be nice." She disappears as I glance at Inuyasha.

"A fight?" I question.

"It's fine." Inuyasha says obviously frustrated, "It was practically a fight."

"It was not a fight!" I feel like stomping my feet for some reason, "It was not!"

"Okay it wasn't." Inuyasha replies as we begin climbing the stairs to his room, "I stopped talking to you and you stopped talking to me. It was a silent—"

"Truce."

"Yeah, truce." He shrugs, pushing back his door, "As you know, this is my room."

I quickly sit down on his bed, pulling out my book out of my bag. Too many damn memories. I doubt that he'll understand since—never mind. I sigh, pushing back a strand of my hair as I look up to see Inuyasha rocking back and forth while watching me.

"What?"

"Nothing." Inuyasha grabs a pencil before he stands before me.

"This is getting annoying, what do you want?"

"I don't know." Inuyasha ruffles his hair again and as I realize it's one of his nervous habits he have, "But don't you feel weird being here after all these years. I mean never once did the thought that we might not be friends during high school and now—look—we're…it's weird. We've been friends since we're five and now—we're…not."

"Well, this wouldn't have happened if you at least attempted to talk to me in public." I snarl.

"You don't understand." Inuyasha shakes his head, "You really don't understand."

"What is there to understand?"

"It's none of your business!" Inuyasha growls, "Stop being so damn nosey and open your damn book."

I stand up, "I'm glad I'm not friends with you."

"Oh why?" Inuyasha snaps.

"Because you're a goddamn egotistical monster, just like every single one of them."

"What about Miroku, Kikyou, Kou—"

I wave my hand, "Let's just get to work."

"Whatever you want to, wench."

"Whatever." I flip through the pages, "So what do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do?" Inuyasha counters.

This is going to be one of those nights. I can tell.

I never thought I would be excited to see my house again. But I am. After Inuyasha drove away, I breathed in relief. After the last blow up we didn't even bother to fight anymore. It's just stupid and pointless and gets us nowhere. Being assigned to be his partner is got to be the biggest mistake our AP teacher has ever made.

And for some reason, I have a feeling, there's more to the assignment than she's letting on… I'm sure there's more.

Everybody in the story except for Inu/Kag are pretty much minor. They'll come and they'll go and randomly come back.

Anyway Inuyasha is not being too deep or anything. At least I don't think. I mean, one's gotta be questioning whether or not defriending somebody is the right decision, especially over nothing. I just thought by Senior Year he's gotta mature and of course there will be times where he is prone to assholeness but I mean it's in his nature.