Breaking Free
Chapter 2
When she woke up the sun was blinding and the outside noise was beyond just a little annoying. Kagome opened her eyes and stared at the peeling ceiling of her room. She wondered what time it was.
Pushing the blanket back she stumbled out of bed and into the shower, feeling strangely dirty. She hot water didn't burn her skin like it should have, and she closed her eyes, trying to remember and forget at the same time.
Her hair hung in wet curls when she looked at herself in the mirror, and vaguely she wondered if that was really her. Picking through her overstuffed closet she pulled out a pair of black capris, and black tank top, and mesh overshirt, and pulled it on. Silver hoops went through her ears, and silver chain with an over exagerated cross hanging off, a red dimon sparkling dully in the middle. Black stillettos went on her feet, rubbing over the unhealed wounds of yesterdays lace up sandals. She didn't notice.
She painted black eyeshadow on her eye lids, clear lipgloss on her lips. Not bothering to do anything with her hair she left it in loose curls. grabbing her purse where she dropped it yesterday, she left the appartment, the door slaming shut and lock falling into place after her.
She didn't know where she was going, but her feet brought her to the same cafe she visited the day before, and she took the same seat, ordered the same coffee, and dumped to much sugar in it again. Then she watched the people.
She didn't look up when she door opened, didn't pay attention to the low murmer of the new arrival and the cashier. She was lost, swiming throught the crouds until the scrape of the seat across from her brought her eyes to the intruder.
Silver hair, gold eyes, a small smile on his quirky lips. Loose black shirt and faded jeans. A hat, and dark black sunglasses in his hand.
"Inuyasha." she told him. He looked startled for a second before chuckling.
"Well then, that saves me the awkwardness of introducing myself. i didn't catch your name." He told her, watching her eyes slide back to the people.
"I didn't give it." she told him, following one person to the other with her eyes. Yes, she knew him. Everyone knew him. Famous singer, great actor, model. Perfect guy, teen magazine named him. She scoffed.
He looked slightly put off. He's been trailing this girl for days and he hadn't the slightest clue why. He knew nothing of her. And despite him being the popular idol and her being a rather plain nobody, he felt like a stalker.
She was clearly not a people person.
Nefore he could say anything else, she stood up, took her purse, and made for the door. He was on her heels in an instant.
"Wait!" he yelled after her. She didn't stop. "Where are you going?"
She stopped. She turned. She glared.
"Look, buddy. I don't care that you're famous, and and I don't care who you think you are, but you've been stalking me for a while now and I'd appreciate it if you back off, alright?" She hissed. "I'm not one of you're fan club girls." She spun on her heel and walked through the door.
He followed, pulling the glasses and the hat lower on her head. Falling into step with her, he tried again. ":Look, I don't mean you any harm. I don't even know why I've been following, I'm not trying to kill you or anything."
"How nice of you." She told him, walking faster. He sped up too.
"Look," He said. "I don't understand why you're running away from me. A million girls would kill you for a chance to talk to me." Before it left his mouth, he knew he shouldn't have said that.
She stopped walking and whirled around on him. "Look, I-nu-ya-sha. Clearly, you're not getting what I'm saying. So let me say this slowly for your benefit. I . Don.t . Like. You. Okay? I'm not a part of your fanclub, I could care less if you got run over by a car right now, and I wouldn't come to your funeral. Have a nice day." With that she stomped off, leaving him to stare after her as she dissapeared in the crowd.
She wondered at her actions as soon as she was far enough away. Slipping in the nearest alley, she leaned against the wall, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. What the hell was that?
She couldn't remember the last time she got in an argument with a person, the last time she felt much of anything, nevermind something as explosive as anger.
She opened her eyes to a not so pretty sight. There stood a bunch of street thugs, one with a knife. And she guessed she ran farther into the alley then she thought, because she could hardly see the people on the street anymore.
Just wonderful she thought. Taking a deep breath, she screamed for all she was worth.
A second later and a hand was clamped over her mouth, and a knife at her throat.
This was clearly just going to be one of those days.
He looked after her in the crowd, wondering if he should follow her anyway, or just try and get the girl out of his head. Sighing, he leaned against the cafe window, wondering why in the world he was interested in the one girl in the world who was clearly very not interested in him.
A few people gave him weird looks but he ignored them, still pondering on the girl. As she buss rand on the corner when the doors opened, he almost missed the distand scream.
His arm slipped from the wall and he looked the way she had left. He could've sworn that was her voice. No one else seemed to hear anything, but the hanyou ears on top of his head twitched alarmingly under his hat.
He pushed through the crowds, running through the people. Faintly, his nose twitched as he tried to pick out her scent. Rasberry's and cherry blossoms. It was hard to concentrate on one scent when surrounded by hundreds, but he made it into the alley, and even though she was pretty far in, he could see them already. A thug standing above her, a knife covered in lood pointing towards her, another one digging through her purse and the third one was pulling at her clothes. Her face was covered by her hair.
He jumped, and he was beside them before the others could understand what happened. The leader turned the knife on him, but he could barely hold the thing properly, and with a well placed kick, it was skidding darker into the alley wheile the thug clutched his hand. The other two backed off slightly, dropping her purse, and while the other one did rip her shirt off, he backed off as well.
She grabbed at the tank top. It was falling of because one of the goons tore it dont the side and off the sphagetti straps. This was gonna be one awkward walk home. She looked up to see her stalker beat the hell out of her attackers and she felt bad for yelling at him before. Maybe he really ment no harm. But she couldn't say anything now, she was still in shock.
He kicked the last one in the face and watched them scramble off while moaning in pain. Those stunts he did in movies weren't fake. Fighting was like second nature to him. He watched them run off for a second before turning back to the girl. She was still sitting on the ground where they left, holding her torn shirt, while the other hand went to her neck. Her fingers came away covered in blood.
He almost growled. Kneeling in front of her, he asked "Are you okay?" And almost slapped himself for the stupid question. She gave a barely noticable nod. "I live close to here, lets get you cleaned up and then I'll take you home." She didn't say anything, just clutched her ripped shirt tighter, closed her eyes and dropped the bloody hand in her lap.
He picked her up, bridal style, and jumped to the top on the building of the alley. It was way easier to move up there with no people. From roof top to roof top he bounded, and a bare 3 minutes later, he gumped into the balcony of the appartment suite. The doors were open, like he always left them, and he stepped insede, depositing the still quet girl on the couch.
When she looked up at him with those blue, blue eyes he wanted to go find those guys and beat them up all over again. He was in no way shape or form a good guy. He got in fights, he got in trouble, he was the all time bad boy, thats why it was so foreighn to him to have someone like her next to him. She looked so innocent though, even with the ripped clothes, and a bloddy gash on her neck, it sparked something he desperately didn't want to feel.
"Stay right here, I'll be back." He went into the bathroom, filled a cup with warm water and glabbed a few towels. Then, as a second though, grabbed a loose shirt from the clean laudry as well, and went back to her. She was slumped over on the couch, staring dully out the open balcony.
"Thank you." she whispered, and he almost jumped at the sound of her voice.
"No problem." he whispered back, sitting in front of her on the floor. "Here, put this over your shirt." He handed her the loose black shirt. She took it timidly, pulling it over her head. "Let me see your neck." he told her, moving onto the couch. She lifted her head, letting him look at it. He took the towel and dipped it in warm water, cleaning the dried blood. She hissed. "Sorry." he mumbled.
She closed her eyes. And for the first time since the encounter with her, he panicked. A tear slid down her cheek. She was crying. And he had about as much experience with crying females as a dog did with riding a bicycle.
"Don't cry," he told her, pulling the girl closer. She clung to his shirt for dear life, more tears falling don her face. He wrapped his arms around her and wondered what on earth he was supposed to do now.
He played with her hair while she cried, whispering soothing things, and slowly she calmed down until he could feel the tears top.
When he looked down, her blue eyes were closed, and her breath was even.
She was asleep.
Sorry, I didn't have time to proof read it, so if there are some mistakes, please ignore them. This chapter isn't that great, I'll try to make the next one better.
R&R