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If you said yes, pretend you said no… Oh, I have to put this quote in…
"Are you allergic to manners?" and
"It's not a lie… I like to refer to it as creative deception."
Those are from another story, but I can't remember the name…
Chapter Six: Night on the Town
"Yes, remember!" Sango asks him, still attempting to be discreet. I am sure she has to know that her attempts are failing horribly.
"Oh… Yah… I remember now." He says slowly. I smile then Sango practically drags me out to the car.
When we get back to the house, I'm shocked. Almost everything is different, and looks more expensive. Sango turns back to Miroku, who's standing at the door still.
"Miroku, will you…" Then she grew quiet. I turn around to see what she's doing, and I only see Miroku nod. He grabs a cell phone from her hand then leaves to wait in the car.
"What was that about?" I ask, suspicious of what she could be planning. Sango walks past me and into my room, and I follow quickly.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it." She says as she empties out some bags of clothes.
"What's this? I didn't own these." I tell her, looking at her. She has a wide smile on her face and tears in her eyes. "You… You bought these for me?" I ask her curiously.
"Yah, Miroku and I did. We thought that, if you did get out, it'd be really nice for you to have some nice clothes. He even helped me pick out some of the things. Today, as we were sitting in the court, I realized something. If they didn't let you out, then it'd break our hearts… You wouldn't be able to come back and enjoy some of our gifts for you." She says. I hug her tightly, tears starting to form in my eyes as well.
"Thank you so much, Sango. I didn't expect you to do this…" I say quietly. She nods then wipes a tear off of her cheek.
"I'm so happy you're back. It'll be nice having someone to help me…" She says. I look at her, waiting for her explanation. She takes my hand and then a deep breath.
"I told you that Miroku proposed to me recently… We're going to get married soon and then we're going to start our own family." She says. I smile then sit down on my bed.
"I should probably start trying to move out so you'll have a room for the baby, then." I say in a quiet tone.
"No! You're going to stay here with us until you have enough money to buy a house of your own… Now help me decide on what you should wear." She says as she begins to sift through the clothes.
After a few minutes at marveling at the new clothing, we both agree on something. I go to the bathroom then change into the outfit, opening the door to show her.
"You look good. Do you still know how to put makeup on?" She asks. I roll my eyes and nod.
"I don't think I'll ever forget. I'll be out in a moment." I say. I begin to dig through her drawers, applying very little foundation. I put on some light blue eye-shadow, some blush, then some lipstick. After looking over myself, I leave to see Sango.
"Let's go or else we might miss 'em." She says. I follow her, wondering why she sounds so urgent. So what if I'm late? They'll wait for me, right? We get in Miroku's car and drive to the Seaside Hut, my stomach doing flips the entire way. I haven't been out to public in a little over two years.
"Relax, Kagome. You'll do fine. It's not like you spent your entire life in prison." Sango reassures me. I look at her then look at my lap.
"Sure feels that way." I tell her shyly. She laughs quietly at my discomfort. Miroku parks the car then we all get out and walk in. I see someone with black hair, and he seems familiar. I shake my head then Miroku walks in.
"Do you have a reservation?" The lady working there asks us. I open my mouth to speak, but Miroku steps in for me.
"Yes." He says.
"Under what name?" She asks. Sango hugs me then smiles widely.
"Higurashi, Kagome." She says. I look at Sango as the lady begins to lead us to the table.
"Why's it under my name?" I ask quietly. Sango shrugs.
"Seemed appropriate. You're the one we're here for." She says, nodding. I look at her for a while before giving into the argument. Then we see Kanna and Kagura sitting there, waiting patiently for us to arrive.
"Finally. I thought he'd get here before you!" Kagura says. I look over at Sango, who's eyes have widened dramatically. When Sango sees me looking, she sighs.
"Cover's blown. You weren't supposed to know, Kagome." She says. I sit down in one of the chairs then look at Sango, waiting for her to spill the information to me. After long enough of my staring, Sango gives in.
"We invited a certain man to come…" Sango explains. I smile widely then she shakes her head. "Not that man… You haven't seen him in ages." She adds. My heart sinks as everyone sits down.
"May I get you guys anything to drink?" The waiter asks us.
"Water." I say quietly. I'm never going to re-adjust to the luxuries of life. By this, I mean soda.
"Iced Tea." Sango orders.
"Beer." Miroku says, pulling out his ID card in the process.
"Margarita." Kagura says, also pulling out her ID.
"Sprite." Kanna whispers. The nurse scribbles all this down and is about to leave, until someone else pipes in.
"May I have a Cherry Pepsi?" The man asks. I look around, only to see some young man standing by our table.
"Sango?" I ask her. She stands up then brings the boy over to me. She places a hand on both of our shoulders and takes in a deep breath. This boy must know me, because he's smiling. But… Who in the world is he!
"Kagome Higurashi, I'd like you to meet Souta Higurashi." Sango says. My eyes widen and I hardly notice her back away.
"Souta?" I ask, tears forming in my eyes for what feels like the eighth time today. He nods then I hug him tightly. "You've grown up so much!" I exclaim as he hugs me back.
"You've changed a lot too, sis." He says. I smile then back up so I can get a look at him. The little brother I knew was eight years old and still had that boy-ish look to him. The man before me couldn't possibly be my brother.
His eyes were the same brown that they'd always been. He had a few freckles on each side of his face. Rather than being a short guy like he used to be, Souta was now an inch taller than me. His voice changed a lot. He didn't sound like Souta, he sounded like a man one of my old friends might have a crush on.
"How old are you now?" I ask incredulously. Souta sits down at the table, right next to me. That's when I realize that the seat on the other side of me is still empty. I look at everyone else, glaring at them.
"What, are you afraid to sit by me? Do I have prison cooties?" I ask tauntingly. Everyone looks at the seat then back at me, as if I'm crazy. I roll my eyes then set my feet in the chair.
"If none of you will use it, I will." I say stubbornly before paying attention to Souta once more.
"Sorry… How old are you?" I ask, suddenly realizing how rude it must've been to interrupt our conversation.
"I'm 17 now. I'll be 18 in five months." He tells me. I smile wider then sigh.
"I feel like I neglected you the entire time…" I tell him quietly. He shrugs his shoulders then looks up at the waiter. We all thank him then set our drinks in front of us.
"You didn't. We were placed in a foster home and there was nothing you could do about it… I'm just glad this family is different." He says. I stop taking a drink of my water and set the glass down.
"This family. What do you mean?" I ask, suddenly feeling worried in the pit of my stomach. Did the other families try to hurt him? If they did, they'll have someone who just got out of prison coming after them. Hey, the prison part makes me sound tough!
"I was adopted from the foster home. Then they didn't want me and gave me back. I went through several 'trial families' to see if I liked them. I'd spend two months with them then decide if I wanted to stay or not… Whenever I asked about seeing you – before I knew you were in jail – they always showed a lot of resent to it. No one wanted me to keep contact with you… This family encourages it." He says. I nod my head then sigh.
"How are you doing in high school?" I ask warily. I did bad in high school after we were put in a foster home. I don't know how he's reacting.
"I'm getting B's, mainly. It gets hard to concentrate when I have to analyze my surroundings to see if I like the family and why or why not…" He says. I nod then look over at Sango.
"How'd you find him?" I ask her. Sango shakes her head.
"I didn't do anything. He called information and looked me up, knowing that we'd always keep in contact… Then I filled him in on what happened to you and he started making plans for when you got out. He's been living in our spare bedroom for the past month so he could be here for when you got out." She says. I look at him, then at Sango once more.
"But no one else was in the house when we were there." I say, half understanding all this new information.
"Since your trial was today, I told him to go hang out somewhere. Miroku used my cell phone to call him. That's how he knew when to come and all." Sango says. I look at Souta then hug him tightly.
"Thank you so much for this, Souta. You don't know how much this means to me!" I tell him. He points to Sango as his cheeks tint red. He's probably just blushing because he's getting all this attention and praise.
"Thank Sango. Without her lending me the room, I wouldn't have been able to come in ages." He says. I walk over to Sango and hug her tightly.
"Thank you too. You guys are too nice to me." I say. I return to my seat as everyone looks towards the door.
"We invited a certain silver-haired man to come and celebrate with us." Kagura tells me, smirking. I turn around to greet him, then my face falls.
How could they. How in the world could they possibly invite him! Sango knows why I hate him so much, and Kagura only has glimpses of him. This man… This silver-haired man that they invited is… I hate him!
I turn back around to them, only to glare at them. I turn back to the man, seething with my anger for him. He shouldn't be here. They shouldn't have invited him. I'd rather be back in prison than right here with him in front of me.
Why's she hate him so much? You'll have to review to find out!
Please send your guesses to meh. I love to know what ya'lls are thinking!
Oh, guess what? I have a few more ideas for this story, so you'll be able to have more chapters. Maybe, if you're really lucky, you'll get ten chapters. OMG! P
- Bipolar Tangerine