darkenedmoonlightflame
Hiten/Kagome/Bankotsu. I'll have polls up at the bottom in later chapters!
KxHxB. AU. Meet Kagome: serial man avoider slash klutz dancer. Meet Hiten: cold mercenary slash badass womanizing demon. Whoa, deja vu? One going in for the ultimate achievement, the other just trying to dance without getting punch dumped down her shirt. Each not noticing the world crashing and clashing around them, attractions brewing.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Inuyasha, or else all my stories would be weird branches off it. This story, idea, and writing is entirely mine, however.
(A/N: (deep breath) Well, this should hopefully be more funny/fluffy/action-ish. I'll hopefully remember to add some new things, like a character relations chart, polls (maybe), AND NEW CHARACTERS! WHOOOOOOOOOOO! Well, in case I go over board, I'll say this or next chapter, okay? (cheers with 'Kotsu.) (Sesshy sarcastically waves little red flags) Sesshy is such a spoilsport. (makes face))
Sooooooooo… Um, yea. Hope all you readers A: review, B: like it! C: don't kill me! (I DID update after all. Still working on updates for Grip! And Kagome vs. Shikon High, AND Paths of Moon and Flame. (dramatic sigh) Honestly, the things I do for you people!
(grins idiotically) So here ya are. I did a bunch of boring homework today… So I'm HY-PER! (sings like a nut with 'Kotsu) Part (chapter) FIVE! I think I ate too much buffalo chicken… Heheh. (sneaks in and grabs more. More as in whole fridge more.)
But… OHMYGOSH! I didn't know you all like the last chappie so much. It was my least favorite, in fact. My god, I already have six reviews, one day into posting! THANK YOU!
(winks) WHOOT fellow Ban-sama X Kaggy-chan fans! Bring on some smoochy smoochy mooshy stuff! Whoot!)
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Dance, Dance, Koishii
Part Five
mE, mYsElF, aNd HeR
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My azure orbs couldn't get any wider, I swear. My brain was running up a total blank. Sango was staring, mouth open and inviting for flies. Miroku whistled, and absentmindedly closed her jaw for her. He kept sneaking glances, but my whole body was too tingly to do anything.
Eventually (I don't know WHEN), my eyes closed themselves of their own accord. In leaned in, arching my neck, and he complied, bending down slightly to deepen the kiss. I feel so… I'm not sure HOW I feel now. One thing's for sure: Sango will never let me forget today. EVER. She has a steel-trap mind. Unless she's talking about Miroku.
I felt a chill go up my spine as his tongue ran over my bottom lip slowly. I wanted to strangle myself for parting my lips ever so slightly. He took the invitation, one hand coming up to my cheek, the other still around my waist.
Kami, at least the whole dance floor wasn't staring. Yet. But just imagine (go on, give it a try) how I felt when I could feel Hiten's eyes burning into my back. I could almost sense his sad, hurt aura (even though he probably didn't recognize me with all my makeup, and probably saw me as a potential fling). Bankotsu waltzed slowly with me as we kissed, not even stopping for air. His tongue was moving in smooth circles on the roof of my mouth, before slowly moving to stroke my tongue. I submitted to his dominance, although the tingly feeling beat me up for allowing him to. But all in all it was so… WOW!
But I finally met Hiten's crimson eyes. I couldn't stand it, and I broke the kiss to look away. Bankotsu allowed me to without resistance, and we kind of stood there awkwardly on the dance floor amid the couples.
I could feel my self-confidence shrink to the size of a molecule of dirt, and my self-guilt grow as big as an elephant. It. Was. Awful.
I was about to burst into tears in front of the crowd I was so self-hating. I could feel my knees shaking, and I hid my eyes with my bangs, staring at the floor.
I could still feel Hiten's eyes staring blankly at me. I couldn't take it. I tried to get as far away from Bankotsu as possible, attempting to 'hide' my emotions. I seriously didn't want to break down and embarrass myself further. Hiten's eyes followed me to the exit.
I heard Sango call my name, fighting the dancers. I ignored her.
I suppose I should have felt giddy, or lovesick, or most likely confused. All I could feel was resentment. And I wondered how two people who were so close an hour ago could become so distant. "Kagome! Wait!" And soon after the tingly feeling took over…
"Leave me alone, Sango. I need to think." I murmured. My voice. It wasn't possibly mine. It was so dark, so alone. It hurt to hear it.
But only a little, due to what I could feel.
Nothing. That's what I could feel. I was emotionless. Mission complete, Sargent Breakdown. My face was like marble, cold and impassive as I slid through sweaty crowds and slipped out the door. The small shuttle was still there. The bus driver was asleep. I pounded on the windows, then thought better of it, and swung myself down from the small step.
"I'll get home by myself. I don't need you. I don't need anyone." I hissed in a deadly, cold whisper. I was shocked to hear my tone, and especially… how it sounded like I meant them.
I began walking away. I couldn't help it now, though. I may not have feelings, but my tears had already welled up. My vision was blurry, my ruby-violet eyes blurry with tears. They splattered all around me, but I walked nonetheless.
"Kag! Wait up!" It was Jak. My eyes hardened, and I tried to wipe away the tears. But I couldn't quench the source, and soon fresh ones were apparent. "Ban-chan's such a goddamn fag! He's more a jerk than I am nuts and overworked! Come on, you'll be fine. Here let me help…" Ban-chan? He reached out towards me, and I whirled, the trenchcoat swirling around my legs.
"Don't touch me." I snapped. He froze at the sound of my voice, and gazed fearfully into my eyes. My hearing vanished all of a sudden, and I could feel my mouth moving, and Jak's too… But what was he saying?
Then I could hear it all replay back to me.
I just hadn't wanted to hear it, I realized.
"You're… not yourself…" He had whispered, "Not… yourself… eyes… so cold…" He dropped his arm suddenly, still not able to take it all in.
I smiled coldly, without warmth. "See you later. All of you traitors. Goddamn murderers. I'll kill you all if you touch her." I couldn't control my mouth. I couldn't hear myself saying such things. Jak wasn't a murderer! But… I knew so little. He didn't seem like the type… But his eyes… they looked… so… troubled, lost. Like a little boy.
"You… know?"
"No, of course she doesn't." I snapped, before turning and breaking into a fast run, "Keep it that way. By the way, when I see you and your maniac friends next, she won't remember this. And don't remind her, or else you'll die… unnaturally." It began to rain, leaving Jakotsu standing there, dejected.
I couldn't feel myself as I ran home, darting between raindrops. In fact, it seemed like there was less and less of me every time I… changed. And more and more of… that strange other persona. Where was she from? She seemed to know something I didn't know. I hated that feeling.
I blurred up the steps endlessly, mind still reeling, senses intoxicated from Bankotsu's cologne. But apparently, my 'other' self wasn't so taken. My thoughts strayed, and I found myself wondering if she could take complete control of me. I already knew the answer. But could I speak, rather 'communicate' with her? Convince her that Jak was a normal human being?
I reached the top, still not even panting hard from the steep shrine stairs. Now that (being as how uncoordinated I am) is a miracle. I might just get along with her, if she could save me embarrassment in PE.
As soon as I nearly busted through the door to my home, my mind un-fogged, and I switched back, crying hysterically.
Why was I crying? I searched my memories for WHY I was sobbing. I couldn't find any reason. That's unusual… I could remember eating lemons, getting a mini-makeover, and having lessons from Jak… But after Bankotsu asked me to say his name, it was all a blank. What happened? Then I was just suddenly... here.
Did Sango drive me home? I stained to think. No… we took a shuttle…
I can't seem to stop feeling so terrible, so I stalk past the kitchen, where my mom is in the living room, asleep on the couch, grabbing a bag of chocolate truffles filled with all sorts of gooey flavors. Now this is not normal. I never binge unless I'm really upset.
I'm so frustrated. WHAT IN THE WHOLE STUPID HELL HAPPENED TO ME? Or, should I say, what IS happening to me?
For lack of happiness, I glide into the home office section of the shrine (next to Grandpa's 'demonology' study) and kick the abused computer until it slowly begins rebooting. Wiping my eyes, I sit down and swirl around in circles with the desk chair until I'm dizzy. By then it's loaded… (I squint at screen here) exactly twelve percent. I kick it again, for good measure. Make that eleven percent.
I sit calmly, and focus on my steady breathing, inhaling the scent of the blossoms of the Goshinboku, and the warm, ancient scroll scent from next door. It works: when I open my eyes the computer is finished! I do a little victory dance, careful not to fall over the computer chair.
It's almost as if Kami hears me. I trip, stumble, and fall over the chair, face first.
Well, at least the Internet popped up by now. I right myself, managing to look mildly dignified as I log in to our (by 'our' I mean me, Sango, Miro, and Bankotsu's) favorite IM-ing site.
I check our chat rooms, completely either forgetting or ignoring the fact I'm still in my clubbing clothes. I'm surprised to see Sango on, and frantically doing person searches for Dark-blueMoonMiko66 (that's me). I sigh, and log on, hoping for answers.
(Dark-blueMoonMiko66 has logged in. Join chat with DemonSlaya'? Yes/No)
I click Yes.
(Processing request. Forwarding request to DemonSlaya'…
CHAT REQUEST ACCEPTED.)
Chat Room 766,
Chat: Private.
Code: GET THE HELL OUT!
Occupants: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! IS THIS PRIVATE OR NOT, BOZOS?
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Yes, Sango?
DemonSlaya': There you are! I've been looking everywhere! Oh my god, WHERE DID YOU GO!
I imagine she'd be having a seizure if I was there in person.
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Don't worry, I was completely fine. What are you so worried for? I'm here, right? Or are you delusional?
I tried to joke, but it sounded more mean than funny. I wince, wishing I hadn't typed that, rubbing an area on my chest which is zinging in stabs of pain. It must be remaining from the mall. I open my trenchcoat, check under the clubbing shirt, and moan at the sight. It's bloody, with a long gash into my shoulder. I wonder if the strange weapon did that. And if 'she' dodged and made it miss.
DemonSlaya': That's not funny, Kagome. I was really worried. After what that asshole did. We were a good ways from the mall, let alone your house. How did you hitch a ride?
I feel out of the loop.
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: I didn't mean it that way, Sango-chan. Sorry. It sounded bad. And... what happened with Bankotsu? Sorry, I can't remember.
DemonSlaya': My god Kagome, YOU CAN'T REMEMBER? After what that jerk did to you, and you looked like you about to have a MAJOR meltdown, and now you tell me you CAN'T REMEMBER! Are you feeling okay? And there was at the mall today too. I'm waiting for you to start talking.
I bit my lip, contemplating what to say. Gee, I'm kinda a bit crazy at the moment, try later cause I can't remember anything about Bankotsu's jerk-ism? Tie a string around my finger, and I'll tell ya when I think of something? Not.
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: I'm serious, Taijiya. Honestly, I can't remember anything after the slow dance came on up to now. And no, I'm not on crack-
DemonSlaya': You sure?
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Listen to me Sango! I really don't know what's going on! It's like I'm drowning in all this…
DemonSlaya': … Sorry I'm coming on harsh. But Bankotsu DID kiss you.
Sango is oh-too informed about my great fears of drowning, and never being able to see the light again, left to float as fish food under a surface of ice and reflection.
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: He did. Oh. HE IS SOOOOOOOOO DEAD!But what I did at the mall. You should be harsh. It probably wouldn't help if I said sorry. But I'll say it anyway. I'm so sorry, Sango. You can smack me tomorrow, if you want. Just pull away fast, just in case.
DemonSlaya': Um… Kagome?
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Sango! What did you DO?
DemonSlaya': I kinda signed us up for dance classes again.
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: You. Did. WHAT!
DemonSlaya': SORRY! Geez. I'll call us even, if we…
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Verse each other in the alien sniper game?
DemonSlaya': No… I was going more-
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Oh no… Not that…
DemonSlaya': Most embarrassing home videos. Posted right in our chat. How's that? Then I'll call us totally even- in embarrassment! What do ya say, Kags?
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: I guess so… Give me ten minutes… But if you leak to Miro or ANYBODY, You're DEAD! Don't worry, I'll save you a space next to Bankotsu.
DemonSlaya': I feel so loved. Go get 'em! WHOOOOOO!
There's no way I can avoid this. Sango knows about it, plus she knows that Souta and his annoying, but adorable friend Shippou taped it.
I groan, and stagger up from the chair, slipping to the shelves lining the walls of the study. I already know where it is. Fourth set, shelf seven, behind the series of books called 'Learn to Cook Edible Grandfatherly Foods! In Under an Hour! Helps Prevent Demonic Occurrences! It Really Does! Would We Lie? No!'. I snort, and carefully dislodge the series, and coughing from the ancient 'holy' dust 'with a long history of legends', reach behind to grab a mildly dusty plastic Jewel bag. I stuff the ridiculous 'demon-free!' cookbooks back.
I glare death at the waterproof baggy as I sneak back to the computer chair, swiveling as I slowly unwrap the coils of off-white plastic. My hands fumble clumsily with the zipper of the foggy Ziploc bag inside it. Inside is the devil itself; a plain, ordinary video tape, complete with a DVD copy as well.
Happening to be labeled: Shower Karaoke.
I'm blushing again. Inserting the DVD, I load it and watch it play back fast, making sure nothing too too TOO embarrassing is there. I quickly groan, and before I lose the nerve, type:
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Okay, okay. I have it. We'll post at the same time, 'kay?
DemonSlaya': Agreed. Countdown please! 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… GOOOOOOO!
Blushing up a storm, I set up the download, and post my worst nightmare into the public. One day I'm gonna faint from blushing too damn hard.
DemonSlaya': Did you do it, Kags?
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: I wish I hadn't. But I did.
I can picture it: Sango cheering, dancing around the room gracefully, squealing, oh, and NOT falling over the only chair in the vicinity. I can begin to see the links to the clips appear in the chat text. My fingers tremble as I click on mine.
It's all there. Me, a shadow in the shower, singing my favorite song, Grip!… My gosh, I didn't notice how I always missed that one note… Hmm… Otherwise I'm okay…
But the bad part is coming up… I can hear Souta and Shippou laughing out loud, then shrinking back to giggles. Apparently my shower self hears it too. My head peeks out from behind the curtain, and I scream. In outrage, embarrassment, and in hope that Shippou's youkai ears would SUFFER. REALLY, REALLY angry, I get out of the shower, using the nylon shower curtain as a cover-up, and start running towards them. Bad idea.
I skid, and trip on my dripping self, everywhere on the floor. Eventually falling over flat, dropping the shower curtain. Frantically crossing my arms across my breasts (camera is small only shows that, thank Kami), reaching with my foot to grab the shower curtain. I right myself with it, then scream, "MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!" Before moving in for the kill, "You're DEAD you asshole!" And I therefore 'accidentally' trip and fall on them, smashing them and killing the camera.
This was a fairly recent occurrence, about a month or two ago… Kami, if you're out there… Make sure no one ever sees this ever again. Please.
I backpedal, and click on Sango's link. Nothing's there. Except for a 'Cannot display page' thing. I run into my room (across the hall), grab a pillow, go into the closet, and scream into it.
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Why isn't yours loading?
DemonSlaya': …Wha? I dunno, but yours is so funny!
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: SANGO!
DemonSlaya': Okay, okay. Mine was a dead link. Sorry!
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Close the chat immediately! Delete it! Come on Sango! Before anyone sees it!
ladiesmanKazAAna: Sees what? O.O… OOOOOHHHH! Is that you, Lady Kagome? And the lovely Lady Sango?
Kami really hates me. I bite back a scream as I reply (rather rudely):
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: None of your business, Miroku! San-chan, how did HE get in here? I thought you said it was PRIVATE?(strangles San-chan) How could you! Ugh, now I'll be so stressed out tomorrow at dance class.
And to our lovely intruder:
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: Look, I don't mean to sound rude, but could you leave, please? This is a PRIVATE chat, 'kay? Sorry, but just… go.
ladiesmanKazAAna: Ah, what to do... Two lovely ladies fighting over me… Hmm, which to choose? My poor aching heart! Oh, and nice 'singing' Kags. (snickers) Not a bad view either, lol!
DemonSlaya': Why you POMPOUS ASSHOLE! GET OUT OF HERE AT ONCE BEFORE I REPORT YOU HACKING INTO GIRLS' CHATS AND HARRASING PEOPLE! GET OUT BEFORE I SEND YOU TO HELL WITHOUT A CHERISHED BODY PART! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW! HIRAIKOTSU!
ladiesmanKazAAna: oo…?
DemonSlaya': Um… Never mind that last part. I can't kill you over a long distance computer chat room. Damn it!
ladiesmanKazAAna: You're PMS-ing all right. Very well, then ladies. I'll see you at the arcade- Bankfhdiufhotsu! Stop messsinfijghfijdg arounggggjd with thaatvgaf98! Gimgfdme! If you wanytgtedm int judtsgdysyt asjhfkdsk?Fdsah78
ladiesmanKazAAna: HEY! Fine, one sec. Gawd, Ban-CHAN's such a pushy guy. He's hogging the computer!
(ladiesmanKazAAna has left the chat. ladiesmanKazAANA is on standby passive.)
A flashing blue-green pop-up appears in the corner of my computer's screen. My mouth twitches, but I say nothing.
(BanryuuELITE47 has logged in. Requesting permission to join chat…
Permission granted from ladiesmanKazAANA. NEW MEMBER ENTERED. Welcome, BanryuuELITE47, to Chat Room 776.)
How dare he! Miroku… What a… Ugh! Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say. Please, please, please don't look at my video… I'll kill him, I'll kill him, I'll kill him. Why DID he kiss me anyway (according to Sango)? Was he just being a jerk? All this emotional stress is wearing me down.
BanryuuELITE47: So…
I really don't feel like talking to him. So, for once I stand up and say it. And MAN THAT FEELS GOOD! Oops... I think I'm more worn out than I thought.
Dark-blueMoonMiko66: I don't feel like talking to you. I've got nothing to say. Other than you're the biggest jerk-iest, faggly, mean guy on the planet. See you tomorrow Sango. Tell Miro goodnight.
BanryuuELITE47: Wha…? What's a 'faggly'?
DemonSlaya': Whoa. No doubt an insult only Kagome could think up. Thumbs up, Kags. Night. I'll tell the lecher.
BanryuuELITE47: Wait Kagome! Give me a chance-
(Dark-blueMoonMiko66 has logged off. Note from Dark-blueMoonMiko66:
San-chan. Wake me up at 6:00 (AM). I need some ice cream. Big time. See ya at the mall.)
I stayed on to watch what they would do.
DemonSlaya': Kags is totally right. What you did tonight was something only YOU could do. Be an insensitive bastard, that's what!
DemonSlaya': You know, I'm really starting to get attached to that word. Faggly. Later, faggly boy.
(END CHAT? Yes/No. )
DemonSlaya': YES! You stupid machine! Don't you have a life, you gaddamn frickin' baka of a bi-
(CHAT TERMINATED.)
Apparently, I'm not the only one with emotional swearing-snapping issues.
I stagger across the hall and flop onto my bed, unintentionally closing my eyes. I wonder what occurred in my memory blank… I fall into a fitful slumber.
Soon after, I awaken, and leave my eyes closed, wishing I hadn't managed to stir at the slight shivering my body produced. I sigh and burrow under the covers stacked next to me. Mom must have put them there. Mom… I open my orbs and stare at the ceiling for a while, willing sleep to come to me. It fails.
I roll onto my side and stare at my alarm clock, the red numbers shimmering in the enveloping darkness. Eventually I fall into a space between sleep and reality, the time engraved into my head as I sleep once more.
I don't rise again.
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My first thought as I jolt up to a sitting position is that something's dying. Then I recognize the beeping screech of my alarm clock, and groan, sinking back down into the warm covers. Souta must have set it again as a prank, the little brat. He's awful on the days I try to sleep in, when he hasn't had breakfast yet. Especially since he knows I turn it off on Sundays.
I glance venomously at the digits. 5:34. I would have gotten up in half an hour or so anyway, I tell myself before groggily prying off the covers. I practically blindly crawl to the connected bathroom, and slip out of my clubbing clothes, and sinking into a nice hot and steamy shower. Twenty minutes later, nice and clean, I step out, clad in a soft light blue towel.
With an iron grip, I clutch it tight as I browse my clothes. I want something different than the usual preppy school uniform I wear all the time (yes, even on SATURDAYS I wear it). Jak probably has my food-killed uniform now, which I repeat to myself, "This is good, Kagome. Deep breath, in out. In, out. You need a change of clothes anyway."
So I dig through the piles heaped up, eventually coming across a long sleeve turtle neck a good size or two too big. It's a pretty colored stormy gray, and the sleeves more than cover my hands. I inhale its smell in. It's Bankotsu's. (He left it after helping me with my algebra months ago.) I don't know why I'm wearing it, after the whole 'faggly' thing. To conceal it, I slip an open navy button-up over it.
I pull on a pair of dark blue Wrangler jeans, and check myself in the mirror after pulling my hair into a messy bun (the one Jak showed me, if you're nosy) and sticking a pair of thin white and red veined chopsticks in an X through it.
I dig through my closet, and at the bottom find a pair of boots. Not the loose kind, or the tight flirty high-heeled kind. Just plain, flat bottomed, form-fitting tall boots. Then I think better, think about DANCE class. I pale as I quickly put them back, then take them out again. Sighing, I leave them out and pick out crisp gym shoes, lacing them up. Better to have less embarrassment. I can do that on my own.
I fiddle with Jak's trenchcoat and clothes, and settle for asking Mom to give it a good wash. She smiles and agrees to wash all of Jak's clothes PLUS my clubbing outfit. She's the best, honestly. Most normal mothers would be ballistic.
The house phone rings, and Souta picks it up. "Pizza Hut Pizza. My name is… uh… Smith! What can we do for you?" He says it all so seriously, it makes me want to crack up.
"Can it, Souta!" Sango chides, although I can hear her stifled laughter.
"Aw, how'd you know?"
"You always use Smith, silly! Besides, 'Smith' isn't Japanese!"
"Okay, okay. Thanks Sango!" He covers the mouthpiece. "KAAAAGOOOOOOOMEEEEE! PHONE!" He shrieks, even though I'm next to him. "Oh, hi Sis. Didn't see you there." I loom menacingly, before bursting into giggles and tickling him as I grab the phone.
"Thanks for remembering, Sango! See you there in…" I glance at the clock, estimating, "Can we eat there? It's on me."
"Fine, if you want to. I haven't eaten either."
"WacDonalds!"
"WACDONALDS!" (Uh oh… Sango's gone hyper-rabid on me…)
We both say at the same time, then smile. "WacDonalds it is then," I reply cheerily. "So, you up for a little girl shopping after? Then we have the horrific class."
"Sounds great, but I've got… something… until 1:00. Is that still cool? You won't starve, right?"
I feel a little disappointed, but I don't let on. "Sure! WacDonalds isn't really big on breakfast anyway. See ya then!"
"Bye!"
"Sayonara!" I answer, before setting the phone down. "Mom, can I go to the mall when the clothes are done?"
"Make sure you call me when you get there, okay, Kagome?" I hear her faintly from the laundry room.
"Thanks! Did Souta have breakfast yet?"
"Iie. I haven't gotten there yet, dear!"
"I'm gonna make us some, then. Do you want an omelet too, Mom?"
"No thank you, though it was thoughtful of you. I'm not hungry quite yet, Kagome." I grin evilly. "Remember, Souta is allergic to green peppers!" She adds, almost reading my mind.
"Don't worry, I got it Mom!" My face is covered in a smothering, gloating creepy smile as I grab all the green peppers I could find (lucky Souta, only one), pureeing it really tiny. I casually mix it into the egg batter, adding seasoned salt and pepper.
When it's done, I call out, "SOOOUUUUTAAAA! FOOOOOOD!" and try to keep the intimidating maniac smirk off my face as he gobbles it down without a thought.
"Thanks Sis! It was awesome today! What did ya do to it?"
"Oh nothing. Just added green peppers."
"Oh. Cool!"
My face falls. "Aren't you ALLERGIC to green peppers?" He freezes.
"Oh… I uh mean… OOOOOOWWWW! MY SPLEEEEEEEEEN! MOOOOOOOMMMM! Kagome's trying to poison me, eventhoughI'mnotreallyallergictogreenpeppers!"
"Ungrateful twit!" I tease, and he makes a face. I give him one of my own, and he shudders. I smirk. "Knew it!" I can't keep the care-free happy-go-lucky grin from my lightly tanned face as I seemingly shove away the worries of my life, behind some other mask of mine. Presumably hers. I seem to be doing that more and more often, and consequently am getting better at it.
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"Kagome, your nice friend's clothes are done!" I hear my departure call, and rush down to retrieve the clothes and after a peck on the cheek and a hug am out the door, dancing outfit placed neatly on my bedspread.
I rev up the beaten car, wiring an mp3 player into the radio, then decide I need some thinking time. I unhook the mp3 player, strapping it to my arm. I turn off the ignition, and tuck Jak's clothes safely over my arm, hopping over the side of the car. I turn on the mp3 player and begin the three mile walk to the mall.
My head moves to the beat of Green Day's song, Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams (Green Day)
I
walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't
know were it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
My head starts moving to the beat, my feet pounding endlessly on the paved side of the road in rhythm, my sapphire eyes unfocused and distant as I lose myself in the music. Pretty soon I start whispering the words along with them.
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard
of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one
and I walk alone
Now my words of whisper increase in volume, and I increase the volume, for passerby are watching me wander and sing. Frankly, I don't care. A dewdrop falls from a hanging flowerpot of morning glory, perched on a lamppost. Which is beginning to flicker on and off in the cool mist blanketing Tokyo.
I walk alone I walk alone
I walk alone and
I walk a-
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My
shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish
someone out there will find me
'Till then I'll walk alone
It feels strange, like I'm the only one awake and alive in the city, although I know it's not true. I close my eyes and continue singing and walking, hands behind my head.
Ah... ah… ah… ah…ah… ah… ah…
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the
border line of the edge
And where I walk alone
Read between
the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my
vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone
I walk alone and
I walk a-
I wince at the language, but keep my eyes closed. Suddenly I feel bold as a few fat raindrops plummet to the ground, one landing on my arm, a few on my shoulders. I've always wanted to do it… I can't help it. Before I get it vision line of the mall, I smile to myself, and keep singing.
My shadows the only
one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's
beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Till
then I'll walk alone
I grin harder as it starts to pour, shielding Jak's clothes from becoming soaked. I smirk, then take off, racing my reflection in the puddles, unleashing some power from my legs, pedaling forward unchecked. I pause, a swing around myself, smiling all the time. My hair is soaked, and Jak's clothes are beginning to grow in heaviness. Even so, my grin slowly fades.
Ah...
ah... ah… ah… ah… ah…
I walk alone and I walk a-
I
walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where
the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a-
My
shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the
only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will
find me
'Till then I'll walk alone.
I have no one to dance with in the rain. My azure eyes wanted to brim with tears, but I wouldn't let them. No need to start crying now. The rain could do that for me. I give into her, and she inwardly comforts me as my eyes flash steely violet-red. My face contorts into a cold smile and I blur forward at an impossible rate, my heart pounding in a slow tempo to my feet as I zoom through raindrops, worries ignored and sealed beneath the flawless mask she has created unto perfection.
A/N: I know, I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry that the new characters haven't come up yet. Now I swear, swear, swear, SWEAR that they will be in the next chapter. For SURE this time. Thanks for waiting! And I'm ecstatic at all the reviews! WHOOOOOOOO! But I will (as I said) put on some new things. Hope you guys didn't mind this chapter was so long. Sorry.
I'm in the process of revamping my profile…. Heheheheh…Next Chapter:
Well, since I have so much spare time while I wait for Sango, might as well go visit the arcade again. Maybe bother that Inuyasha fellow, get some ice cream (yesyesyesyes!), kick butt at the sniper game… But what's so different in Inuyasha's attitude? He seems so tense and serious. Not to mention he won't let me near the back of the arcade… Why?
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Reviews!
satsu- I'm so evil, you don't know what Hiten thinks now! We'll see if I'll make Kagome 'bump' into him… Guess if he recognized her! Thanks, lol.
Lady-Seoh-Phoenix- I wish! Come on, admit it! You'd love to get kissed by Bankotsu any day, now wouldn't you? (I would!) Okies!
BadBoysMistress- First off, that has to be one of the most adorable happy faces I've ever seen! Kawaii! o-o. Isn't it adorable? (Of course you probably know, it's yours after all.) Anyhow, thanks! And… I LOVE BAN-SAMA TOO! WHOOOOOOOO!
DevilAngel620- ('kotsu: OO) Lol, nice cheer for Ban. Well, there was a bit of fluff that kinda managed to shove its way into there. Glad you liked it.
Kage Otome- Really? THANKS! (grins and does victory dance with muses)
aNiMaAyAnGeL- I know, how much better can you get? Two drop dead gorgeous bishies. Yep, lol.
Sei- Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! (glomps) You don't know HOW HSPPY my FINGERS are! Does your name have a meaning in Japanese, cause I'm pretty sure the J-j-j… THE J-PART means thunder or something like that, right? Heheheheheh. Sorry can't tell you about that yet. Well the whole 'preferences' thing'll pop up when she learns more about the whole Jakotsu identity… And she'll be seeing Renkotsu again. But otherwise… yea, you're right. My inability to spell your name is sort of ridiculous… (muses snort) (pulls out rolled up newspaper) EXCUUUUUUSE ME?
Happy Sponge- Wow. Thanks a bunch for all the compliments! (beams) Hmm… Major people I'm leaning toward are Hiten or Bankotsu, but I'm not anywhere close to wrapping it up. But thanks for asking. Ah, I love questions.
Raja crimson hunter- o.O. Hiya? Like your name, by the way. What does Raja mean? Or is it like a name of a place?
sarah h.- Technically we haven't come up to the point where Kagome sees Hiten's reaction close up. I have yet to decide if he should recognize her or not. Hnn…Lol, that's probably what it'll come down to later in the story line.
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CHARACTER RELATIONS! (NEW! I'm just going basic for now. Will fix later.)
Kagome- Our basic heroine, suffering from extreme shyness and fatal klutz-ish moments. Talked into dancing by best friend, Sango. Recently on good terms with nemesis, but now turned not-so pretty. Has a case of puppy crush love with our other bishy, Hiten. Sometimes saved by Jak during moments of extreme awkwardness. Is utterly clueless to most of the secrets around her, but still, hey, it's Kagome. We like her anyway. The whole group isn't terribly popular, move just below average, and resentful of the prick popular suckups.
Sango- Best friend to Kagome, with a major crush on the perverted guy, Miroku. Distrusts Bankotsu's newer 'motives'. Keeps few things from her best friend, but there is a big thing or two Kagome's missing out on. Thinks Hiten is hot, but not totally worthy of her friend (as a good possibly boyfriend, he STILL hasn't properly introduced himself).
Miroku- Perverted teen. Need I say more? Other than the fact her gropes, and has a major crush on Sango. Formed a 'manly' alliance with Bankotsu. Takes women's butts for granted. This gives him an easier time keeping secrets (due to him knocked out mostly). Wear strand of long rosary on right arm. Kagome takes it as religious vigil.
Bankotsu- Nemesis of Kagome, until recently. But will he go back to taking up that role again? Annoyed when Sango gets hyper-active violent. Totally hot, but has his own secrets. The big question: DOES HE LIKE KAGOME? I'm not telling you all yet. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Hiten- Crush object of Kagome. Totally bishounen, and mysterious. Is almost completely secret. (Will fix later. In a rush!)
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The last part is so rushed! I'm leaving for a four day vacation! Whoot! See ya!
o.O.o.O darkenedmoonlightflame O.o.O.o
And company. My adorably annoying muses.
Chapter Finished: 10-13-05
Post: 10-13-05
Spell Check: Yep.
Brain Check: Hn. That's not funny 'Kotsu. But then again, it is. (But you're still getting smacked with a wet noodle.)