Chapter 5

Sex changes everything and when you're me and Inuyasha, sex definitely can ruin everything. Everything that we have worked for in such a short time can be easily be destroyed by a temporary lapse of judgment. I don't really know what's going on; his mouth is upon mine and his hands crawling for dear life at the back of my head. I'm just lost. Everything just seems to be… a dream.

God. I don't ever want to wake up from this kiss. Ever.

"Kago—eer, I'm sorry?"

I'm still dazed. All I can remember is his warm lips upon me, and my body cannot fathom the shock that is still going through me. His lips were so warm and that's all I can think about. That's all that is entering my mind, not the bloody Jack, Jill or Joe interrupting us from our kiss. I've been kissed before by plenty of guys, don't think that I'm so prim straight laced that I've never been kissed before. But I've never been kissed. At least never like this. Never out of pure adulterated anger and that excites me and frightens me all at the same time.

"Kouga." Inuyasha grunts, standing up, "It's—"

"Not what it seems?" Kouga finishes, "Okay, tell me if this doesn't seem what it seems, okay. A boy kissing a girl and the girl kissing the boy back. What does that seem to you?"

"A boy and girl kissing?" I ask confusedly. I don't know what the hell he's getting at, but it doesn't seem too friendly.

Inuyasha has a look of utter and complete deadpan, "You don't know what the hell you're talking about or what just went on."

"I know what's happened. You kissed Kagome!"

"I kissed Kagome." Inuyasha says slowly, "Yeah, but…"

"Save it." Kouga looks at me briefly, "I can see I'm not the one. I'm not mad. It just hurts."

It seems like all this chaos happened without me even realizing this. Were they fighting over me? It just seems like I wasn't even present, and the spiff was much to brief for me to even catch wind. I guess I'm slow like that. I don't know what the hell is happening or when. Somebody has to hold my hand and say 'look, Kagome' and I'll look. Without that, the whole world can be getting attacked and Darth Vader could be taking over the world and I still wouldn't realize it, even if it was all happening before me.

It's sad but I guess it's better off being that way. Being in the dark, I mean.

"I guess… I can walk you home." I stare at him questionably as he pulls out his keys and gives them a light jingle, "I didn't bring my car because Miroku drove me here."

I stand up, awkwardly brushing my backside as Inuyasha continues to jingle his keys, never once tearing his eyes away from them. Inuyasha is such a mystery to me. Always has been and always will be. There is something about him that you cannot just read. No matter how good of a vibe reader you are, Inuyasha is unreadable. I don't know what he's thinking, nor do I care. I just want to go home and think.

I want to know why. Why, after three years does he come back into my life and befuddle my head again? I don't want us to be 'are we or aren't we' again. I'm tired of those games. Either we are or aren't. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about but I have a funny feeling I do. Deep inside, but I'm afraid to admit anything of the sort.

"So…" I say as we step out onto the streets, "What was that all about?"

Inuyasha sends me a look of annoyance as we continue to trot down the empty street while the streetlights beam bright. It's so beautiful outside. Especially when the night is calm, you can see every star in the sky, the breeze is light, and you can walk with a very light coat on. It's kind of like those movies where the guy walks the girl home, proclaims his love, and suddenly, it starts raining and they're making out in the rain. Of course, wouldn't you know it; those are my favorite type of movies. So romantic, yet so untrue.

Things like that don't happen in real life. Nobody confesses their love in the middle of an open street and Mother Nature doesn't just randomly decide 'oh my god, somebody confessed their love. Must rain.' And people just don't make out in the middle of the rain. Smart people would run inside and kiss because god knows what kind of cold you get after kissing in the rain. That's just my theory. I don't care if it's wrong or not, but it makes me feel a hundred times better.

"Do you really want to know?" he almost whispers.

I stare at him slightly before looking at the streets again, "No. I don't."

"Good."

And then we fall back in silence. All I can hear is the echoes of the crickets' chirping and our shoes scuffling across the black pavement. I sigh loudly, folding my arms across my chest. I'm not one to deal with awkwardness maybe because awkward is when things happen. I don't want things to happen. Not now. Not now when I haven't had time to think.

"So, did you have fun at the party?" I ask.

"Listen, Captain Obvious, I don't want to talk. So drop it."

"Growl. Somebody is an unhappy camper." I add a little skip to my walk, "Jeesh."

"Kagome." Inuyasha warns.

"All right. All right. Obviously you don't want to talk." I shake my head, "Fine with me, buddy. Fine with me."

I keep on wondering 'when did my house get so far away from Kouga's'. My house is about a block away from Kouga's at the most. Yet this seems like the longest trip of my life, like we're walking to France or something.

I look overhead, staring as my house glistens beneath the street lights. I have never been so ecstatic to see my little shrine. As much as I hate living on a busy corner, I am happy that I live so close to Kouga's, because if I didn't…

I smile at Inuyasha as we stand before the stairs to my shrine. Thank the Lord I'm home.

"You don't have to walk me up. I'm fine." I hold out my hand, "Goodnight."

"What the hell?"

"It's a goodnight shake." I shake my hand, "Come on, you know you wanna shake the goodnight hand."

"Kagome."

"Shake it." I say forcefully, "Jesus!"

He folds his arms, "I want to talk about what happened back there."

"Well I don't." I fold my arms also, "And I won't."

He sighs, "You can't run away from this forever."

"Well I can try." I start making my way up the stairs, "And you can't make me."

"Watch me." As Inuyasha follows me up the stairs.

"What the hell are you doing!" I yell, bewildered as I pick up my pace, "Are you following me?"

"I'm just trying to make you listen to me!" I steer off to the right onto the field, "What the hell are you doing, Kagome?"

"I'm trying to get you away from me! God knows if I go inside you'll follow and my family will be pissed."

"You're such a bad liar!" Inuyasha roars, "I know for a fact your family isn't home because you told me so earlier! Why do you have to lie?"

"Why are you following me?" I yell as I begin running. That bastard better not follow me, I am on my last nerve.

"Kagome, stop it. It's about to rain." Inuyasha says quietly. So quietly I can barely hear him.

I push my black hair out of the way, "No way! It's not about to rain. You know why? Because that only happens in the movies!"

"This isn't the movies. This is real life, and yes, it's about to rain!" Inuyasha argues.

"Jesus! It's raining!" I yell as water begins pouring down on me, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"That's it!" Inuyasha runs in front of me, making me run straight into his arms. He grabs my shoulders and begins shaking them. "Why don't you want to listen to me?"

"I want to think about this first!"

"Fuck that, I'm tired of thinking." He yells over the rain and he kisses me once again.

I don't remember much. Except that here we are now, staggering into my house, tugging off our clothes. It's crazy what sex does to people or sexual tension or whatever this is. I can barely tear my mouth off of his and the funny thing is that I don't want to. I tug off the last of my clothing, staring into his eyes as I lean again my bedroom door.

"Tomorrow morning," I hear myself say, "I want everything to go back to normal. I don't want us to be awkward."

"Awkward?" he says grins while we fall onto the bed, "We can never be that."

And we make sweet, sweet love to the light breeze and the starry bright night.

I am old enough to write about sex. There will be little chance of me writing lime or lemon just because people will most likely report this and my story will be deleted. So I don't want to take any chances.