Hi… this is the absolute first fanfic I've written so go easy on me. I'm a poor defenseless kid. Ok. Like I said, I'm kinda behind the times when it comes to Inuyasha, but hey… hours of reading other fanfics should help, right? I wonder if I should act all cute and stuff to win you reviewers over but never mind. My friend is so anime-obsessed she talks like a baby in a high-pitched voice and does annoying, childish stuff like stamp her feet and pout or attempt to strangle you. I do NOT think 13- year-olds should act that way, so no, I'll just be myself. Aloof old me.
Kagome's Home- at night
'Hey everyone! I'm back…' 'WHO DID YOU BRING? WHO? WHO?' yelled Souta excitedly, abandoning his half-eaten dinner of cold soba to question his sister. Kagome laughed. 'No one. I- In- erm, ah, no one's free.' She had almost reminded herself that she had once again returned because Inuyasha was with Kikyou, and Miroku with Sango. Shippo had begged to tag along, but in the end Kagome bluffed him by telling him the princess of Japan was coming to dinner and he'd interrupt a very important occasion, thus leaving him going 'Wow….' As she leapt into the well. So she was alone. She gently tossed her backpack to one side and sat down for dinner. Well… maybe after two bowls of cold soba and a long, hot shower, she just might recover from a bout of loneliness.
In the morning
'It's a Saturday…' murmured Kagome to herself, as the sunlight pierced through her blinds and urged her to wake up. 'So it is,' replied a male voice softly, scaring the wits out of her. She gave a slight jump and saw Miroku standing by her window. 'You're awake,' he said, stating the obvious. She leant against the wall, and flinched as he came closer, instinctively pulling her blanket up to her mouth. 'GYAAH! Don't come any closer…. Morning breath,' she warned. He nodded, and returned to his original position beside the window. 'What are you doing here? Where are the others? Oh no… don't tell me. You killed them, then proceeded to come here in the morning to rape me? Did you lock the door?' She blurted out, before realizing what she had said sounded utterly ridiculous and, not to mention, suspicious of Miroku. Miroku sighed, and his left hand rose to touch his heart. 'I'm deeply wounded by your harsh words, but I'll answer your question anyway. I'm just here to act as Inuyasha's messenger. He says, to quote him, come back because he's sorry. ' Kagome snorted. 'Yeah, right. Tell me the real version.' 'You asked for it. He said: ''come back, wench! We're not done here. Every time you go running off, do you know how troublesome it is?'' ' Miroku told her, his voice full of expression. Kagome chewed on her bottom lip. Well. It was expected. She knew the vocabulary he used on her was limited: consisting of only idiot, wench, stupid and ugly. And she also knew when it came to Kikyou he could go on forever listing POSITIVE qualities. 'Hey, thanks, Miroku. Care for some breakfast?' she asked, plastering a plastic smile onto her face. He grinned back – though his grin was genuine- and said, 'Sure.'
Downstairs for breakfast
'Shoot, everyone's gone,' grumbled Kagome as she headed downstairs after a refreshing cold morning shower. Wasn't unusual. Souta was probably at the playground with his pals. Mum… extra work or the market, she supposed. Grandpa… off doing some weird things. That left her alone with Miroku. Gee, she hoped he wouldn't attempt anything – funny. 'Seems like it's cereal, if no one's home,' she announced as Miroku stepped from the living room into the kitchen. He shrugged, signifying he was ok with anything. She shot him a grateful look. Not many boys would consent to eating – ick – cereal. She personally didn't like it, but as a last resort, well… hmm… As she poured the cereal, there was a comfortable silence, giving her time to think. Why would Inuyasha send Miroku here instead of Sango? Or better yet, himself? Maybe… okay, this was stupid, but maybe he wanted her to forget about whatever chemistry she told herself they had, and concentrate on liking Miroku. But he should know she wouldn't, even if Miroku WAS sort of cute. 'Music?' she suddenly asked Miroku, whilst carefully placing the bowls of Cookie Crunch on the table. He nodded, and she headed towards the radio tucked away in the corner. The minute she switched it on, the voice of Olivia Newton-John floated into the kitchen.
'
Guess mine is not the first heart broken, my eyes are not the
First to cry
I'm not the first to know, there's just no gettin' over you
Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around and wait for
You
But baby can't you see, there's nothing' else for me to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside
I'm not in my head, hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you, hopelessly devoted to you
My head is saying "fool, forget him", my heart is saying, "don't
Let go"
Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside
I'm not in my head, hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you, hopelessly devoted to you '
Kagome seated herself, thinking of how the song described just what she felt towards Inuyasha. She and Miroku wolfed down the yucky cereal without a word, or a wandering hand. It was strange, but Kagome was glad Miroku had changed. 'Probably for the sake of Sango,' she thought, then her eyes fell on a white object lying innocently on the table. An envelope? She picked it up. It was addressed to her. Wow! That was something, alright… she hardly got mail. She ripped it open in excitement and gasped as she pulled out two tickets and squinted at the printed words on it.
' Loving Lindsay Lohan Asian Tour
December 2nd 2005 (author interrupts to tell you: It's my birthday!)
National Stadium
8.30 PM
Brought to you by Casablanca Records, Pepsi, Sony and Toyota.'
'Oh my…' she breathed, staring at them in amazement. Miroku glanced at her briefly, and asked: 'What is it?' She proudly pushed them in front of him. 'Li.Nd…say. Lo.han?' he pronounced slowly.
Kagome nodded. 'Yup, she's quite a famous singer.' ' So you've got two passes. Who are you going to ask?' Miroku inquired, dabbing at his mouth with a paper napkin. 'What a gentleman,' Kagome thought, before mentally slapping herself for thinking such a thing. 'Oh, I was hoping to ask Inuyasha.' She said, before her brain could control her mouth. Miroku smiled weakly. 'Oh?' Kagome blushed. Actually, there was nothing to be embarrassed about, but somehow she could feel disappointment radiating from Miroku. It was as if- as if he had hoped she'd ask him. But nah, it was most likely her overactive imagination. He loved Sango, and she loved Inuyasha. Nothing could change that.
In the Feudal Era
'Hi, everyone… I'm… I mean, we're back! Wait, everyone except Inuyasha. Where is he?' Greeted Kagome. Shippo pretended to study the clear blue sky, whilst Sango attempted to pluck a blade of grass. 'Hello, anybody gonna answer me?' She demanded. 'He… he said he was going for a walk…' Sango stammered, obviously lying. Upset, Kagome dropped the tickets she held in her hand and hopped back into the well. This was it. This was how it felt to have your heart cruelly ripped apart, broken… never able to be put back again.
Where Inuyasha is
Inuyasha looked up from his own reflection in the lake. Where was Kikyou? Then he heard a distant 'Watashi-wa anata-o aishtemasu, Inuyasha!' Somebody loved him? Who?
Hallo… me again. So! Even if you hate Lindsay Lohan, bear with me. One of her songs is appropriate for this fanfic, k? I'm also planning to use The Pussycat Dolls' 'Stick Wit' U' too. Bye!