(A/N: Terribly sorry for the lack of update, but yeah. Hmm, what useless information should I post up here? Oh yeah! It's recently passed my birthday! July 14th! I'm officially 14! Yay! Hahah, anyhow...and yeah. I'll extend this chapter for you readers! Hope I didn't keep you waiting TOO long...)
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, and nor do I own the lyrics of the song[s] used in this chapter or, if the time happens, in this whole story. Yeah, okay bye! :)
Chapter 16 - Hand Over Heart Morning
The following morning, Miroku woke up in his new hotel. After carrying Sango to the studio and onto her bed, he took his spot and fell asleep on the couch.
'Note to self: Order softer couches.' Miroku thought to himself as he lay crooked on the small, brown couch in the living room. He gave an effort to turn over, but only succeeded on falling off the couch with a large 'thump!'.. '...Softer and bigger.'
"What time is it?" Miroku yawned to himself as he stretched out his arms while looking for a clock. His eye caught a small one on the VCR. 9:31 AM, not so bad. "I bet Sango's still asleep. She was knocked out during shooting yesterday." he chuckled to himself while stifling another yawn.
Miroku looked around the living room and noticed that most of the curtains were drawn, making it look dark and gloomy.
'Hm, Sango's not a very sunshine type of person.' he thought to himself while getting up and thrusting the curtain open. Only to reveal the lovely sun from the opposite view of the city. Outside of the living room window there was a sight of the ocean. Miroku grinned to himself as he looked at the small boats and wind-sailors.
'It's a great view out here. . .wonder why they keep it covered.' he thought to himself. 'It's a beach. Perhaps I could take Sango out to it one day. . .'
Suddenly, his thoughts were cut short by a large 'clank!' sound heard from the kitchen. Miroku instantly made his way towards the room to go see what had caused the disruption.
'Maybe she's awake. . .' his mind thought while he walked across the hallway.
"Sango, is that yo–" but his words were cut off as he reached the source of the clatter. There Sango was, dressed in her pajama tank top and pj pants. She had her headphones on and a walk-man attached to her waist. It appeared that she was preparing breakfast, but that wasn't what made Miroku stop his sentence. She was dancing. Ballet, if you will.
Miroku grinned as the girl pranced around the kitchen with a small black pair of ballet slippers. He was amazed at her skill of multi-tasking. She was toasting bread, cooking eggs, juicing oranges, and dancing all at the same time!
'Bad dancer she says? Pff!' Miroku thought to himself as he stood and watched, hoping that she wouldn't realize his presence. 'It's almost like she's gliding on air. . .'
And it was true, it was almost like she was gliding on air. Sango's arms gracefully moved around as she stood on her toes. Her delicate hands waved as though being pushed by the wind. Miroku stood close by the corner just where part of the exceeding wall could cover him. His interest in Sango's dancing surprised himself, for he wasn't usually into things as classical.
'How come she never mentioned that she could do ballet?' he said in his thoughts. 'I could've put that in one of my movi–'
But again his words were cut off as Miroku's attention went on something else. Not only were his eyes witnessing one of the many hidden secrets of Sango, but his ears as well. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that he heard humming. . .
. . .and then singing. Was Sango actually singing?
Miroku's back leaned against the wall as he slid down and sat on the carpet. At first just seeing her dance was enough shock for the morning, but hearing her sing? He rested his head back on the wall and closed his eyes while listening to her voice serenade the invisible audience.
'I don't wanna dance alone
Don't wanna be on the floor without my baby
And since I can't be with you
I haven't had an appetite for nothing lately..'
Though Miroku tried hold back, his lips couldn't help but release a small smile. It was as if she was finally opening up to him. Sango never really talked to him about herself, so it was nice to actually think that she was telling him something important. As if...as if he were worth telling...
'I don't wanna dance alone
Even the robins can't sing a sad, sad song
Can't be alone, don't make me do it alone..'
"Whew, I'm finally done." he heard her say. Then, his eye twitched as he heard the sound of Sango removing her headphones and placing her walkman on the table. He heard her walking near the entrance of the kitchen near him, and instantly ran back to the living room, hoping she hadn't seen him.
Sango walked through the hallway and into her bedroom. As she was taking off her old ballet slippers, she placed on a pair of purple socks. Suddenly, as she sat down on her bed, she saw something that hadn't always been there before on Kagome's mattress. It was a jacket. A grey jacket, to be exact.
"Who's is this?" she said after placing on her socks. Sango got up from her bed and examined the article of clothing. "It's definitely not Kagome's, it's far too big."
She held it up with her hands and began to observe it even more. Finally, she found a patch that was sewn on the inside. Inside of the grey jacket the patch read 'M. Houshi.'
"Miroku?!" Sango said aloud, wondering how his jacket could've gotten in her bedroom. She blushed for a moment after seeing that she had just said his first name. Then, she had a moment of realization and remembered the new moving arrangement. "W-where is he?" she asked aloud, a bit worried.
"Knowing that lecher he's probably under the..." she said loud, as if Miroku was in the room. Sango went on her knees and moved a piece of cloth that covered the bottom of the bed. "Under the bed!" she screamed as she looked, but found nobody and nothing there.
"Hmm, he has to be in here somewhere." Sango said again. "Houshi, if you're hiding...you better hope I won't find you." she threatened, sure that he was going to come out now. A small frown appeared on her lips as nothing responded.
'Maybe I was a bit harsh on him yesterday...and the days before that.' Sango clicked. With a small sigh, Sango lightly tossed the jacket back onto Kagome's bed and exited the bedroom.
'Did I do something to make him not want to stay here?' she thought to herself. Suddenly, Sango heard movement in the living room. Grabbing a baseball bat, she slowly walked towards it.
The moving turned into rustling, and the rustling turned into squeaking, and the squeaking eventually turned into 'erghs!' and 'arghs!'.
'What in the world is over there?!' Just as Sango entered the living room, she had positioned the bat to prepare for whoever was there. She dropped it when she saw a sleeping Miroku on the long brown couch. Sango gave into a sigh of relief as she placed a hand on her beating heart and smiled.
'So he's here. . .' Realizing her reaction, Sango quickly removed her hand and straightened up her stance. 'I mean, where else could he have been right? Not like he could've gone anywhere else. The pervert's bound to staying here. . .' she paused. 'Then why was I so worried?'
As Miroku finally heard Sango's presence behind him in the living room, he tried to hold back his smile. He hadn't forgotten her singing voice from earlier, and it still brought happiness to his face.
'Seems like he's had the courtesy to sleep on the couch...' Sango smiled as she added. '...again.'
"M-—.." Sango stammered. Miroku's heart began to pound faster at her voice. Was she about to...say his first name? "Mr. Houshi?" His heart sank.
"Mm?" he faked, trying to sound as if he had just gotten up. "Sango? Is that you?"
"Who else would it be?" Sango replied sarcastically, but still managed to smile sweetly. "Did I wake you?"
"Huh?" Miroku faked a yawn. "No, not at all. What's the bat for? Are we going to the park?"
Sango looked at the baseball bat that she held in her hand and a small blush of humiliation came onto her face. She slid the bat behind her leg and dropped it.
"No, it's uhh...it's nothing." she gave a small smile. "What time did we leave the set?"
"Not sure." Miroku shrugged as he sat up on the couch. "I think at about 1 AM."
"Oh," Sango replied. She wondered why that was all she could respond with. How could she have lost any words to say to Miroku? Surely she could've replied with a sentence of more than one word.
"Yeah." was all Miroku could say. Well, this was a first. The conversation had been silenced, and not because of a perverted gesture, but because...well, because it just happened.
"I see you've opened the curtains." Sango finally said.
'Out of all the things to talk about...curtains?!' she said in her mind. 'And since when did it actually matter what we talked about? Oi. . .'
"I thought it was about time some sunshine came to beautify the room." Miroku then turned his head and faced Sango. He smiled at her. "But with your presence, the room has become even more radiant than that of which a thousand suns could do."
Sango couldn't help but blush. She could feel her cheeks becoming pink, and tried her best to cover them. Miroku tried to stifle his chuckles as he found her efforts, well...quite adorable.
"I see you're quite the poet, Mr. Houshi." Sango managed to say as she bit the inside of her cheek. She hoped that her blush had died down. "It's always fortunate for someone to have a creative mind."
"Alas, dearest Sango..." Miroku said while getting up. He walked closer towards Sango and gently held her hands in his. He looked deeply into her brown eyes. Sango's blush was at an untamable peak as she became lost into the director's violent pools. "My words don't come from the head, but from the heart."
'Okay, Sango. Get a hold of your emotions...' Sango thought nervously. 'Wait a minute–emotions?! There are no emotions! Especially for Mr. Houshi! Especially. Especially. Especially. Especiall–EEE!'
Sango's thoughts were cut suddenly as she felt a hand crept upon her backside. Her eyes widened as she felt the wandering hand wander lower...and lower...and lower...then, DING! Reached the pin point.
"PERVERT!" Sango exclaimed as she quickly took back her hand and used one to implant a large, red, hand mark right on Miroku's cheek. Miroku froze in his standing position, his eye twitching with pain.
"Breakfast is ready." Sango muttered to him as she folded her arms across her chest and stomped off away.
"Day one in the Taijiya Hotel."
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"Inuyasha. . ." a voice whispers as Inuyasha stands in a large, white room. The soft wind blows his long silver hair, as well as succeed on making his ears twitch.
"K-K-Kikyo? What does this mean? Why are we here?" Inuyasha asks helplessly as he looks around.
"Inuyasha. . ." Kikyo whispers again. Inuyasha creaks his neck in all directions as owls do at night to find their prey. "When will it end? When will we be together?"
"I don't know, Kikyo." Inuyasha stood confused. "You should answer me that question. When will it end?"
"Suffering. . ." was all the feminine voice replied as she faded. "The fault of the past. . ."
And with those last words, the apparition disappeared into thin air. . .just as it had done before.
"K-K-Kikyo. . ." Inuyasha fell to his knees. "Stop leaving me. Please, stop leaving."
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Kagome placed her pillow over her head as she tried to block out the sound from her ears. Her arm pushed the pillow so that her mind would be silenced. Unfortunately, her efforts were useless for she could still hear the loud murmurs of the sleeping Inuyasha. Kagome tossed and turned in her bed, but it was pointless to try and ignore his sounds.
Kagome sat up from her bed and laid down on her stomach, having a view of Inuyasha as he slept. She watched as he clutched his blankets and lay flat on his back. His head moved from side to side and his eyes were closed tightly.
She stared at Inuyasha with deep concern and pitied the troubled sleeper. His face was drenched with perspiration and his bangs stuck to his forehead. Kagome hesitantly brought her gentle hand towards his face and tried to wipe away his bangs from his face.
"Stop. . ." Inuyasha suddenly murmured, making Kagome take back her hand in shock. Was he talking to her? She looked at his face and saw that nothing had changed. His eyes were still tightly shut. "Stop leaving. . ." he finished.
'Leaving?' Kagome thought to herself as she found enough courage to wipe his black bangs off of his face. She quietly stepped off of her bed and grabbed her white handkerchief that she placed in her pocket. 'What could he mean?'
Kagome kneeled beside Inuyasha and gently wiped off the beads of sweat the cascaded down his face. She looked at his countenance and frowned with sympathy. What was wrong with him? What was causing him such pain?
"Don't leave me. . ." Inuyasha muttered in his sleep again. His voice was trembling as if something held him back saying those words. "Not again. . .don't leave me again."
'He's talking in his sleep. . .' Kagome concluded as she continued drying his face. She sighed as this position wasn't exactly the best way to console him. So, she sat on her knees and gently lifted his head to her lap. 'There. That's better.' she smiled as she brushed off the blank bangs that kept on flinging to his face.
(A/N: Teehee! They're in the position they were in on that one episode when Inuyasha first turns into his human form in front of Kagome. Haha, sorry. It was just so darn cute.)
Inuyasha's facial expressions were twitching and Kagome could sense that whatever was happening in his dream, it was causing him pain. Horrible, painful, scarring, pain.
'Oh Inuyasha. . .' Kagome thought sadly. 'What's the matter?'
Suddenly, Inuyasha's hand slowly shot up and grabbed Kagome's wrist. She dropped her handkerchief and it landed on his eyes, blocking his view of her.
"Inu. . .yasha?. . ." Kagome stuttered in shock as his hand grasped her small wrist. She gulped nervously and remained stiff. Kagome placed her free hand on her chest and she felt her heart beating. Beating, and beating, and beating. Beating faster than it had before. . .what was wrong with her?
"K–" he mumbled. Kagome gave a small gasp. "K–" he mumbled again. Kagome's eyes widened. "Kikyo. . ." he finished. Kagome's heart sank.
'Wait, why am I disappointed? Of course he'd call for Kikyo's name. . .' Kagome thought to herself. 'And there's no way in chance he would've said my own. . .'
Her thoughts were cut off as Inuyasha began to stir and his head leaned over to the side, almost falling flat onto the carpet. Kagome instantly shifted his head gently on the carpet and stood up to get back into bed.
...leaving her handkerchief covering the sleeping eyes of the distressed Inuyasha.
Meanwhile, back at Sango's hotel, the momentary manager and director were in the process of eating breakfast. Unfortunately, after his little 'hand gesture' she hadn't had the heart to speak with him. The two ate in an awkward silence, and the only sounds to be heard were the metal forks on their ceramic plates.
"If this freshly squeezed orange juice?" Miroku asked curiously. In truth, all he wanted to do was break the silence that the two shared in the kitchen.
Sango looked up from her plate and at Miroku's glass of juice, she paused for a moment, but then continued eating her eggs. He sighed as she ignored his question.
"These eggs are great." Miroku tried once again as he stuffed a piece of egg into his mouth. And for a second time, Sango ignored him.
"How do you like the weather?" Ignored.
"You know, did you do something with your hair? Because, it looks quite lovely today." he tried with a nervous laugh. Sango just kept on eating her breakfast.
"Are we going to visit Kagome today?"
Ignored.
"Do you want me to wash the dishes?"
Ignored. At this point, Miroku was convinced that Sango wasn't even listening to a word he was saying. He sighed and looked at her dully.
"I'm a purple-footed giraffe that likes to fold laundry." he said without emotion.
Sango then dropped her fork on her plate with a large 'clank!' and pounded both of her fists on the table. She stared up at Miroku, her brown eyes enraged with fury.
"What is it that you want, Miroku?" she asked sternly, not caring that she had addressed him by his first name. Miroku's face flushed hearing her voice say his name and he couldn't help by show a small grin.
"And what're you grinning for?" Sango added, sounding even more irritated than ever. Miroku instantly wiped off the grin that came upon his face and looked down at his plate. Sango just stared at him from her side of the table, her eyes wide with annoyance. "Well?" she hissed.
Miroku became intimidated by Sango's new mood and kept silent. He didn't want to look up from his breakfast plate. By the piercing silence, he could already feel Sango's eyes burning holes into his head.
"Did you want me to answer your pointless statements and questions?" Sango finally spat. "Well then, if that's what you want, then fine." she said as she sat back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest.
"Is it freshly squeezed juice? Yes, it is. The eggs are great? Why, thank you, that was my intention. How's the weather? Fair. My hair looks different? Hm, must be because of the fact that I didn't brush, comb, nor style it. Are we going to visit Kagome? Correction, I will be visiting her. Whether you'd like to come or not is none of my concern. Would I like you to do the dishes? Sure. And the last statement of you being a purple-footed giraffe that likes to fold laundry..." she paused of a second. Miroku blinked as he slowly brought his head up to look at her. "...Well, good for you." she finished.
Miroku kept quiet. Hell, what was he supposed to reply to that? He couldn't just say some random thing about her clothes or compliment breakfast. Nope, keeping quiet was a safe spot.
Sango sighed roughly as she stood up from the table. Her bangs covered her face as she leaned her hands on the small wooden table.
"I'm going out." she said just as she left towards the bedrooms. Miroku watched as she walked away and winced as she slammed the door shut.
"What did I do?" he asked himself sadly as he stood up to gather the plates.
'What is my problem?!' Sango thought to herself distressed. She sat in the corner of the bathroom with her hands on her head.. 'I was so angry with him and for what?! I don't even know!'
'When he got to the table, all I felt was pain. I was so angry. . .so stressed. . .so. . .' she paused for a moment and looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. '. . .so hurt.'
'But why? Why did I feel that way?' Sango asked herself as she stood up and walked towards the sink. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes filled with confusion. 'Was it because he groped me? I mean, that wouldn't of made it the first time, right?'
'Then what was it? Agh, Sango! Listen to yourself! You're confused and distressed over a boy! Never let that happen. Never.' she banged her hands on her head. 'And whoever said it was over Miroku?! It could've been over breakfast! Yeah, that's right. Breakfast. . .'
'But breakfast was perfect. . .Agh! I don't know. . .' Sango sighed. 'Kagome. I've got to call Kagome to tell her–' she paused.
'T-t-to tell her that I'm coming over. Yeah, that's what I have to say.' and with that, Sango charged out of the bathroom and walked over towards the kitchen, where the phone was.
As she was walking she heard the sound of running water. Then she heard several 'clanks!' and 'clings!' being placed into the water. She took a few steps forward only to see that Miroku was preparing to wash the dishes.
Sango took a step back and placed a hand over her heart. Why was it beating again? I mean, of course it beats, that would prove that she was living. . .but why was it beating extra fast now? It was like that before, when she had seen him asleep on the couch. But now, this time it began to pound triple time. She took a small gulp from her throat and closed her eyes.
'My words don't come from the head, but from the heart. . .' Miroku's voice echoed in her head. Then, a flashback of his hand groping her bottom after his words struck her mind. Sango couldn't help but feel a pang of anger at the thought of his sincere words touching her. . .followed by his hand.
Taking a deep breath, Sango marched off into the kitchen, trying to ignore Miroku. Just as she walked in, he looked at her confused. It was a pity for Sango because the phone was next to the corner to where Miroku had been standing. And the only way for her to retrieve it was to work her way around the black-haired director.
Without wanting to speak with him, Sango carefully tried squeezing herself through without having to bump into Miroku. He instantly caught what she was doing and sighed sadly. Washing the soap suds off of his hands, Miroku walked out of Sango way so she could grab the phone.
He leaned against the table with a towel hung over his shoulder. Miroku's arms were folded across his chest as he looked at the clock. Sango looked at him and thought that she almost saw him give her a small glare from the corner of his eye.
As Sango began dialing Kagome's hotel number, Miroku shook his head and finally began to speak.
"Okay, you know what? That's it." he snapped as he tossed the towel onto the counter. Sango just stared at him. Miroku sighed and grabbed the phone from her hands, hanging it up and placing it beside him. "I'm tired of trying to guess what goes through the beautiful head of yours."
A small pink tinge was placed onto Sango's cheeks. He sure had a way to flatter a woman. . .even if he was angry with her.
"What is there to guess?" Sango replied irritated.
"What is wrong? Have I made you angry in any way? Is there something that I did to offend you? There are countless things that you leave me guessing to solve, Sango!" Miroku exclaimed, thrusting his hand in his hair. Sango just looked down.
"Give me the phone, Mr. Houshi." was all Sango said as she walked over to snatch the phone. Miroku slid it further from her. "What're you doing? I need to call Kagome!" Sango hissed.
"Not until you tell me what's the matter." Miroku said sternly. Sango narrowed her eyes at him, but again tried to reach for the phone. Miroku grabbed her hand and held it up. "Now, tell me."
"There is nothing to say, Mr. Houshi. Let release me!" she yelled.
"Is it because my hand had wandered? I apologize, Sango but my hands aren't under my control."
"Oh? And exactly who controls them?! Some mystical aura that walks around the house?!" Sango exclaimed sarcastically. She took back her hand and glared.
"Look, Sango, I'm sorry! I never meant for you to get so angry with me."
"You're sorry?! You think a simple sorry will all of a sudden make me forgive you?!"
"You've never acted this way before."
"And what is that supposed to mean?! That I'm some easy whore?"
"No! Never! I never meant it that way! You're far from easy! You're extremely far from that! You're. . .difficult."
"I'm difficult?!"
"No! I didn't mean it in that way either! Agh, nothing is coming out correctly."
"Got that right." Sango huffed.
"Well, excuse me! Maybe if you weren't verbally killing me, things would come out a lot better!"
Sango's silence made Miroku feel like a huge fool and he looked away from her. She couldn't find any words to say to him. Just as he felt during breakfast, how was she supposed to reply to that?
Perhaps it was true. Perhaps she had the tendency to flood Miroku's ears with harsh words. But was that her fault? After all, he was the one that always groped her. He was the one that had the dirty mind. But what struck Sango was the observations of how Miroku was now. He was now the one that spoke to her sweetly. He was now the one that's willing to please her with all his might. He was now the only one that had ever made her feel so angry. . .so stressed. . .so hurt, and yet at the same time so happy. . .so important. . .so radiant.
"If you want to call Kagome, then here." Miroku said with a sigh as he held out the phone to her. "Call her."
Sango looked down at the tiled floor, her heart racing. She began to pant heavily, as all that just happened was processing into her mind.
As Miroku held the phone out to Sango, he watched as she looked down and breathed heavily. A sad looked appeared onto his eyes. Her distress caused a pain inside. To make it worse, it was his words that had effected her.
Miroku looked down for a moment, but then lifted his head and gently placed the phone down on the counter. As he turned to walk out of the kitchen, Sango looked up at him.
"Wait, Mr. Houshi. . ." she called out to him. He paused for a moment, and turned around to look at her. Sango walked closer towards him. She passed by the phone, not once touching it. "Why don't we go to the beach for the morning? We can visit Kagome later." a small, sweet smile came upon her lips. Miroku looked at her confused, and just stood there.
"Are you placing pity on me, Lady Sango?" he finally asked. Sango sighed and looked down. "I see." she instantly shot her head up.
"I assure you that my intentions are not by sympathy, Mr. Houshi. They are merely. . ." she paused to think of how she could explain her words. ". . .caused by realization."
"Realization? On what, might I ask?"
"On the fact that I've turned into the person that I extremely hate and have treated you unfairly." Sango sighed as she looked down at the tiled floor once again. Miroku smiled.
"No. You've been the person I always knew you could be and nobody has ever treated me any better." he said as he took his fingers to her chin and gently brought her head up to face him.
At this moment, Sango's cheeks were red with blush and all she could do was stammer out her words. Miroku watched as her quivering lips moved and hid his temptation to place his lips onto hers. His dark violet eyes dug deep into her brown ones, intensifying the moment that they were currently sharing. Sango gulped as she couldn't move. Her legs froze, and her heart pounded faster and faster by each second.
Suddenly, Miroku looked away and cleared his throat. Removing his hands from her chin, he turned to the side and scratched his head nervously.
"Uh, well. . .we'd better get set for. . .the beach." Miroku suddenly said as he took a few steps back.. "Better go out now. The day's bright." he made a nervous smile. Sango gulped as she looked at him, but returned with a small grin. She nodded her head and walked passed him into the bedroom to get ready.
An hour after Kagome had left Inuyasha in his bedroom, she went through one of her bags and pulled out a small laptop. Minutes later, she succeeded on hooking up her internet to the phone line and placed her computer on the dining room table as she sat Indian style on one of the chairs.
"Okay, let's see what's new on the internet world. . ." Kagome said to herself as she typed in her official website. "Hm, new posts." she observed.
As Kagome read the messages, her small smile slowly faded.
"WE HATE YOU, KAGOME! YOU STOLE OUR HUSBAND, INUYASHA! WE HAD HIM FIRST! BURN ALL OF YOUR CDs! BURN! BURN!"
"Hi Ms. Higurashi, I just wanted to say that it shocks me to know that you are married to the great actor, Inuyasha, and have kept your relationship on the down low for so long. How did you manage to do it?"
"I thought you loved me Kagome! You were my wife first! I thought we shared something special at your concert! Remember me? I'm the one that tattooed a 'K' on my cheek! I love you Kagome!"
"So when ya'll two having a baby?"
"There is no baby!" Kagome exclaimed to herself. "What is it with these people and maternity!?" Kagome gave a small sigh, and continued looking through her mail. Suddenly, an Instant Message popped onto her screen.
SHigurashi: KAGOME! You're actually online!
Kagome looked at the message and smiled. It was her brother back at home, Souta. When she first left for her singing career, he was only a toddler. With that, he was unable to travel with her on tour. However, the two siblings still tried to find time to talk to each other in between breaks.
KHigurashi: Souta! How are you?! It's been weeks since I've last talked to you.
SHigurashi: Tell me about it! Where have you been? Getting married? Hahahah
KHigurashi: Ha-ha. Very funny, you little runt. And no. I've been busy.
SHigurashi: Busy getting married. . .
KHigurashi: Anyways...how's mom?
SHigurashi: She's good. She's been cleaning around the house lately.
Ah, and this would perhaps point out exactly where Kagome got her 'neat freak' characteristic from.
KHigurashi: Oh, I see. As usual, huh?
SHigurashi: Yup. So what's it like?
KHigurashi: What's what like?
SHigurashi: You know...being married to one of the champs.
KHigurashi: Champs? You're kidding right?
SHigurashi: Come on! It's not everyday you wake up and find out your sister is married! When did you two start dating anyhow?
KHigurashi: Well. . .you see. . .
SHigurashi: You got drunk and got married by accident, huh?
KHigurashi: O.O?!
SHigurashi: Just call it little brother instincts.
KHigurashi: Sure, fine. Anyhow, yeah. I guess you can say your theory is correct.
SHigurashi: Oh...so what're you gonna do?
KHigurashi: I don't know, Souta. I really don't know. Sango says we should play it off, but each day it gets harder and harder.
SHigurashi: Why? Because you fall madly, deeply, and pathetically in love with him?
KHigurashi: Okay, you've been hanging around mom too much. Get some guy-friends! And no, it's the exact opposite.
SHigurashi: Sure, I bet you whenever you're near him you're just dying to make-out!
KHigurashi: Ewww, Souta! Get your mind out of the gutter!
"I like the way that Souta thinks." a sudden smirk is heard from behind Kagome. As she instantly turns around, there she sees, an awake Inuyasha peering at her conversation. "So is he a boyfriend back at you hometown, or what?"
"Excuse you!" Kagome exclaimed, closing her laptop shut. "Ever heard of minding your own business? And no. He's my brother."
"Keh. Siblings." Inuyasha huffed. "They all can burn in hell for all I know." A small gasp came out of Kagome.
"What're you talking about?!" she exclaimed, closing her laptop screen. "Sure they can be a pain in the butt at times, but brothers and sisters are important!"
"Feh. Whatever." Inuyasha replied with as he opened the fridge, only to find absolutely nothing. "Figures. Miroku's too lazy to get up on his ass and buy some groceries."
"He's probably been so busy with the movie that he hasn't had time to go out." Kagome shrugged as she sat on a table across the kitchen. "Why don't we go out for breakfast? It's been a while since I've eaten at a restaurant."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Inuyasha smirked.
"What?" Kagome asked. Inuyasha made a hand gesture of a camera. "Oh, right. Paparazzi." Kagome nodded her head, but shrugged. "So what? We're married, right?"
"Feh. If you say so." Inuyasha turned his back to her and folded his arms across his chest. Kagome rolled her eyes as she got up and walked near him. Grabbing his left wrist, she made him turn around and he looked at her.
"If we say so." she corrected while holding up his left hand to reveal the ring. Kagome then brought up her left hand to show both of their wedding rings. "We're in this together, remember?"
"Feh. Whatever."
'Why is she being so nice. . .' Inuyasha thought to himself. 'She's actually trying to make this lame excuse of a marriage work out. . .'
"So are you hungry or what?" Kagome said cheerfully as she smiled up at Inuyasha. He just stood and stared at her. Her wide and joyful smile captured his human eyes. For a while, the two just stood there, Kagome's hand on his wrist as they stood only inches apart.
Inuyasha quickly looked away when he realized she asked him a question. A small blush came onto his cheeks.
"Yeah, I guess." he shrugged, pulling back his wrist and walking away. Kagome turned her head and watched as he made his way towards the bathroom to take a shower. She looked at her hand that had held his large wrist. Then, placing it over her heart she sighed.
'Well, the morning came off to a bitter sweet start. . .' Kagome gave a small smile. 'And maybe, just maybe, this marriage won't be so bad. . .'