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 3

"Hey."

I stare. There he is, in the flesh. Inuyasha Valentine, with his big black sweatshirt overlapping his body, making him seemingly smaller than he usually is. His golden eyes are downcast, watching his feet rock back and forth on the hard cement. He looks beautifully lost, like the old best friend that I used to know. I feel like we're strangers and I feel a shrewd of other emotions.

I smile, hesitate as he looks up, meeting my eyes. Going though a rough time, I remember, opening my mouth but softly shutting it. I'm afraid that I'll say too much and have him leave without me knowing what's going on. I lean against my doorframe as he shoves his hands into his jeans.

"My parents are getting a divorce. I—'" Inuyasha sighs, "I didn't know who else to turn to."

I nod, ushering him inside before shutting the door. He looks so lost. So incredibly, stupidly lost. I follow him, softly making our ways up the stairs. He immediately makes his way to my room, propping down on my windowsill, letting his face sit in his hands. I sit beside him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders. He barely stirs, while he emotionlessly glances up.

"I thought—I thought they are going to make it through this. You know." Inuyasha leans into me, "I mean, you know my parents, they've always made things work and this time—I thought they were going to do the same. Like they always do. They are too fucking perfect to be—without each other. You know, I mean, even Sesshomaru thought that they were going to make it. We all did and now—"

Inuyasha shakes his head, while slumping back into his hands. I've seen him like this before, usually in Junior High School when they thought Inuyasha was a bigger freak than he was in elementary school. It always pained me, still does, that nobody saw him for the great hanyou he was. Of course now they do but none of them truly know him, do they? None of them remembers they used to taunt him and call him "dog ears" and he used to cry home to his mother. Nobody understands what it was like for Inuyasha growing up, I don't either but at least I have a better understanding about it.

"They've been having problems for a while." Inuyasha says softly, "They fight all the time and I think my dad's cheating on my mom. I don't know, I just have this gut feeling and you know what they say about gut feelings—" Inuyasha chuckles bitterly, "They are never wrong."

I don't know what to say, I'm shocked, I'm confused. Why me? Why me of all people? We just barely started talking and even talking we're not saying the whole truth. Why now? Why come to me when everything has happened now?

Inuyasha glances up, alert, almost like just noticing I'm here. He stares intently at me, watching my every moment with a flicker of an eye, "I miss you, Kagome. I really and truly do. I really meant it when I said that I didn't mean for us to—drift apart like we have. We've lost so much just bec…"

"Sshh." I speak for the first time, wrapping my arms and body around him.

"Do you believe me?" Inuyasha asks, resting his head upon mine.

"Yes."

And for the first time, I do, I really do believe him.

Waking up in his arms is—weird. First of all, we are no longer sitting on my windowsill wrapped in each other's embrace but laying in my bed, with me still clinging onto him and his arm drape across my back. It's kind of a romantic way to sleep and kind of romantic waking up to. But still—I barely raise my head as I see Inuyasha's golden eyes upon me.

"Morning." I whisper as Inuyasha smiles.

"Morning. Do you think—do you think your mom will mind?" He asks.

I shake my head, softly bringing my hand up to my lips, feeling a smile tug upon my lips. I yawn, flipping onto my backside and away from Inuyasha. Even after all that is said and done, I just cannot say no.

"Breakfast?"

He nods, pointing to the shower, "Can I?"

"Sure." I stand up along with Inuyasha as we smile at each other again.

I nod again, walking out of my room and into the kitchen. I look at my mom, who is flipping pancakes over the stove. She looks at me giving me a knowing grin before turning back to the stove.

"I see that Inuyasha is here."

"Oh and why would you think that?"

"His car." My mom smiles, "And I heard his voice last night. So…"

"I don't know." I shrug, looking in the direction of my room, "I just really and truly honestly don't know."

I stare off to space before Inuyasha trots down the stairs. His silver hair is damp, hanging loosely from his shoulders and unto his mid back. I greet him but cannot help but to smell the soft smell of cologne and shampoo upon his body. He smells wonderful. Strong and power but wonderful. The way he is, the way he has always been.

I smile as I turn my head to see my mom, "I'll eat breakfast when I get home. Today's a half of day."

Inuyasha nods. It's quiet between us. Last night is just a distant memory, I think as we pile into the car. But we have this—understanding between us, like everything is changing again. Whether its fate or freewill, it doesn't matter. I kind of like it. Us being unspoken friends. Like there's a secret between us, I like that.

I lean my head against the car seat as the car speeds into the street.

"Thanks." The words just tumble out of Inuyasha's mouth as the wind whips across our faces, "I don't want anything to change between us."

"Oh. Before last night."

"After." Inuyasha nods, sounding more confident, "After last night. I want us to be before ninth grade but after last night, do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah." I fall silent, "You're the best best friend I can ever have. Even after we stopped talking, you've always been the best."

"I know." Inuyasha rest his arm around my seat, "I know."

And the car speeds off.

This story isn't supposed to brainless…it's supposed to be… I don't know romantic. The following chapters after this will continue this—"we're friends but gradually becoming more". I don't know, I think it'll be longer than freaking 10 chapters. Kind of a short chapter but all that was needed to be said and done for this story to get moving was just said.

If you think "OH well, this is going to fast, Inuyasha shouldn't have come to Kagome…" think about this, would you rather go to somebody who truly and really knows you if your parents divorced or would you go to the friends who only knows you as a certain person? Kagome has seen all sides to Inuyasha, it's logical that he'll go to her, especially since she knows him best and knows how much he loves his family. Them falling asleep in each other's arms isn't romantic of any sort, it's giving the warmth and support that Inuyasha needed. Anyway, yeah, it's going to get romantic. I swear.


I'm not updating until like Friday when I get back from my vacation. Peace.