Summary: Kagome moved from Japan to America when she was in seventh grade. She stopped talking in eighth grade, and no one knows why. Now, in eleventh grade, Kagome will undergo a series of events that will dramatically change her...Kagome's POV.
Rated M. Why? Because my mind has many bad things in it and I don't know what I might use...
Dates
Written:
April 26th, 2006
This chapter could have used a better name… But, I wasn't able to come up with anything else. I couldn't even find anything better when I used a thesaurus. So, I will try to make this one very interesting to compensate for the bad name.
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The
Games We Play
Entry Nine: Touch
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Day Nine: Monday
Nine… The number usually thought of when giving someone oral sex… Did I just say that? My mistake! Just the cynical side of me thinking carnal thoughts.
Today was… quite interesting. Okay, today was hard. I had a lot of problems in P.E. But, that isn't nearly as bad as what happened in math class. Here, let me tell you about it…
We were in math class (hate math), and someone commented that I should know the answer. The teacher (idiot), forgetting that I can't talk, asked me to answer. I just stared at him.
He continued to ask me for the answer, and I continued to stare at him. He walked over to me and looked at me through his nose. Why does it seem that everyone enjoys doing that to me?
He told me, Miss Higurashi, that if I could not supply him with an answer, he would send me to detention. I still didn't speak. Then he took a deep breath and jumped backwards. I watched him with mild interest.
He told me to stay after class, and I nodded my head. He went back to teaching, and I couldn't help but wonder why he jumped back. I took a shower that morning. What problems were there? No way in hell I could have smelled bad, right?
Well, as everyone else filed out of the classroom, my math teacher prepared for his prep period. I stayed behind, somewhat grateful that I was going to be late to science class and he would give me a note.
The teacher sat down behind his desk and printed something from his computer. He gave the paper to me, and I looked it over. It was a grade check. So what?
He told me that my grade was doing poorly, and he wanted to help me. I nodded my head and looked up at him. He told me that he didn't accept late work, nor did he like gifts from brown-nosing students.
I continued to stare. What was I supposed to say? Sure, my grade sucked. Math isn't my subject.
I watched as the teacher sat down in the desk next to me. He took a deep breath and looked at me. There was a sparkle in his eye, but I thought I knew why it was there. After all, he enjoyed failing people a lot. He had told us plenty of times.
He told me that he was willing to make an exception for me. I stared at him, wondering if he had lost his mind. Of all people to give an exception, it shouldn't have been me. I wasn't comprehending the stuff enough for the exception to make a difference.
The teacher ran his hand up and down my leg. My body tensed, and I tried to act calm. He kept talking to me about the things I could do to get my grade up. I gave him a polite smile then grasped his hand. I brought it up to my mouth on the pretext of doing something else. I quickly shoved it away then glared at him with all my hatred being forced to show on my face.
The teacher glared at me, and demanded an explanation. I got up and went to the board. I got a permanent marker out and stood in front of the board. I glared at him then lifted the marker up towards it.
With malice in my heart, I wrote down my reason for giving him such a harsh look. I put the marker down and left. The words remained, and will be there tomorrow when I go back to the school.
You bastard. Don't you ever try to molest me again. My grades will improve without you fucking me. I hope that you are never able to remove these words. Keep it as a reminder that you have NO RIGHT to touch me, or any woman, with your filthy, sex-covered hands.
Yes, so my teacher hit on me. God, does NO ONE NOTICE these perverts that are teaching us? I had my science teacher expose himself. I had my math teacher try to fuck me (as if that hasn't happened enough already).
Wonder what all my other teachers will do throughout the course of the year.
Okay, about P.E, I was going to tell you about what happened. See, it's the ADD problems again. I swear I'll start trying to take medication for it or something.
So, during P.E, I couldn't do anything, right? After all the bruises that Andrew (the bastard) gave me, moving around to classes within my passing periods was hard enough. Now it seems as though running the mile today is really hard.
I was limping along, leaning against the fence that the trace runs next to. I wasn't able to walk a lot, but my teacher insisted that I do something so he could say I tried. He wasn't able to see my bruises because Sango and I had oh-so-cleverly covered it with make-up. Really well, I might add.
Anyway, I was walking around the track, and I had to lean on the fence. Inuyasha and Miroku had the class with me. Inuyasha finished really fast, since he is part demon (but no one else knows, he tells me). So, Inuyasha was walking next to me and Miroku was still running the mile.
Inuyasha kept saying how I smelled really tense around him. Then he started to mention how I always smelt tense whenever I was too close to a boy. He then started realizing that I always got nervous when someone was behind me or touching the back of my head.
He looked at me and his nose began to twitch again. I was already really upset with the turn the conversation had taken. It was getting too uncomfortable for me to deal with. Naturally, I assumed that his nose-twitch would bring up the scent of rain. After all, it is supposed to rain tomorrow.
"You smell different. You smell… I can't give it a name. But you smell different, and I don't like it." Inuyasha told me next. I glared at him, and he jumped backwards. He jumped right into Miroku, and they both collapsed.
Inuyasha landed under Miroku, mumbling something about how Miroku shouldn't have been in the way. Miroku landed next to him, his head on the dirt, but his body on top of Inuyasha's.
All the passing runners made funny comments on how they weren't the right couple. I wanted so desperately to say that Sango was right; the two did make a great couple. But, I couldn't say it. Because of that, I became sad.
I sat down against the fence, the pain soon consuming my stomach. It hurt to have my body shake with the silent laughs that I was creating.
I raised a small amount of my shirt up, just to see what my bruise looked like. Sure enough, it was still there. I touched it gently and immediately regretted ever doing so. It hurt like all of hell had suddenly bit the area of my flesh.
So, after the boys were done messing around with each other, Inuyasha offered to help me up. When I acted like I didn't notice, he reached under my arm to help me stand.
My body froze up, just as it did whenever I saw Andrew. I knew that Andrew wasn't anywhere near me, but I couldn't control my reactions. I froze up and I tried to hide as much of my body from Inuyasha.
Inuyasha pulled me up, and I finally got the ability to look at him. Even though the rest of my body was stuck in a state of alarm and paranoia, my eyes weren't. I was crying and struggling to keep him from realizing why.
"Inuyasha, have you noticed that Kagome gets nervous whenever someone touches her?" Miroku pointed out. Inuyasha looked at me, then at Miroku. I felt so nervous. What if they were able to put my strange scent and my nervousness together?
What if they managed to figure out my horrible past? The idea started making me cry once more. Inuyasha opened his mouth then closed it and looked away.
"I'm sorry, Kagome." Inuyasha was never the type to apologize, whether or not something was his fault. "I want to say something to help you, but I don't want to make you cry anymore. I can offer you help in walking back to the lockers, though…"
I shook my head and began to move my hands slowly, just so Miroku would be able to understand what I was saying.
"She says that… well, she's saying that she can get to the lockers on the own. She's sorry for not letting you help her… She's afraid of touch, not just from you, but from everyone…" Miroku stops looking at my hands then starts looking at me.
"Wait, why are you so scared of touch?" He asked. I froze up, nervous of how to respond. What could I say (or sign)? There was no other explanation for it without telling them that I had been raped and I just didn't trust people anymore.
"She got mugged, you idiot! Do you expect her to be trustworthy?" Inuyasha barked. I smiled, even though the information wasn't accurate.
"But, she has been that way before— " Inuyasha started ranting and raving about how Miroku should respect women more. Then Miroku started talking about other things. By that point, I had tuned all their noises out.
I got back to the lockers and slowly began to change into my normal clothes. It was hard, I'll have to admit. I couldn't move my body very well. And I certainly didn't wan the bruises to show to any of my friends… Friends like Eri, Ami, and Yumi. As nice as they are to me, it's really hard for me to tolerate them for very long. They never seem to stop talking.
Anyway, that was gym class. I suppose I made it sound like it would be more interesting. I'm really sorry that it wasn't that interesting. I suppose that the lack of anything interesting has made it really hard for me to write…
Oh, wait! I have something else to write about! I can't believe that I forgot to mention this! It should have been the first thing for me to tell you!
Sesshoumaru (just learned how his name is spelled), Lord of Santa Susana High School, spoke to me today. Remember, I'm a junior. He's a senior. He is also, like I mentioned in my first diary entry, considered royalty. While, using those same standards, I am a lowly peasant (or something like that).
Okay, so the king of my high school talked to me. That was shocking.
Inuyasha wasn't around us after school. He said that he had to do something with a teacher. Something along the lines of a bad grade that needed to be made up. So, it was Sango, Miroku, and I. I was sitting on the bench while Sango and Miroku stood up and talked. About what, I couldn't tell you. I wasn't really paying attention.
Sesshomaru walked up to me, which got everyone's attention. Sango and Miroku shut up instantly and watched us. I think Sesshoumaru was aware of their stares and eavesdropping ears, but he acted as if he didn't care.
He asked me where his half-brother was (he stressed the half part), and I stared at him. Then, I began to move my hands so Miroku could tell him what I was thinking. Miroku opened his mouth to translate, but he wasn't able to.
"So, Inuyasha is busy trying to improve a bad grade? That is interesting." Sesshoumaru mused. I was even more shocked when the king of my high school sat down next to me, on the bench. I am sure that I looked like a fool as I stared at him.
"So, Sesshoumaru, what brings you to our group?" Miroku asked for me. Thankfully, he was able to read my mind at the moment. Sesshoumaru looked at him, then looked away.
"Although I need not tell you, Miroku, I will. It would be rude to ignore you in such a manner, especially in front of two ladies." He paused and Sango blushed. He focused his eyes on me and I felt very nervous.
"I came to ask you about the lessons my brother had given you on Saturday. I heard that the lessons did not help. I assumed that would be the problem, since my half-brother knows nothing."
I gave Sango and Miroku side-glances. They were both as startled as I was. Well, especially Miroku. It must have alarmed him that I was able to spend the afternoon alone with Inuyasha, then really disturbed around him today.
"I wish to train you. I am more talented than my bother, and I will be able to explain things more clearly. It is simply just a training session…" He paused and I realized that it was the time for me to begin replying.
So, I said, in sign language (of course) that I wasn't comfortable being alone with him. Then he said that I would be allowed to bring Sango and Miroku. He was even interested in helping them train. He said that sparring with others was something he had a slight passion for.
So, after a while longer of trying to find other bad effects of this, I agreed. He said that he would discuss times in which we would be training. Then he swapped email addresses with Sango and Miroku. I guess he assumed I didn't have one, since I don't speak.
So, now I'll be getting training from Sesshoumaru. I'm surprised, but I guess no one else really knows. I mean, it's not like I can scream and ask if he's serious. I can pretend to scream and ask him if he's serious in sign language, but it doesn't have the same effect.
So, now to insert our nightly ritual of instant messaging… Here we are. Today's conversation is as follows… Do I even dare introducing people again?
DamnHand: Miroku. SpiderBack: Sango. HumanPuppy: Inuyasha. HolyDemon: Me!
DamnHand: Hello, everyone…
SpiderBack: Hello, Miroku… Hello, Inuyasha… Hello, Kagome…
HumanPuppy: 'Sup? How did the afternoon conversation go without me?
HolyDemon: Well…
DamnHand: DON'T TELL HIM, KAGOME!
HolyDemon: Why?
SpiderBack: What's wrong with you, Miroku? What could it hurt to tell him?
HumanPuppy: What the hell…?
DamnHand: You can't tell him. They hate each other!
HumanPuppy: Who in the world are you two talking about? Kouga?
SpiderBack: Why would they hate each other?
DamnHand: Trust me, just don't mention it. Nothing happened, Inuyasha. Nothing interesting without you.
HumanPuppy: I may be stupid, Miroku. But I know that you're lying. It's obvious that something happened and you just don't want me knowing about it.
HolyDemon: Thanks for giving the thing to me, Sango. I invited him.
DamnHand: You didn't let her do it, Sango!
SpiderBack: Sorry!
HumanPuppy: Who in the world are you guys even talking about? Invited? Who?
Poisoned has joined the conference.
Poisoned: Hello, everyone.
SpiderBack: Hey…
HumanPuppy: SESSHOUMARU? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! WHO INVITED YOU!
Poisoned: Why, I believe Kagome did.
HumanPuppy: What… ? Is that who you said you were inviting, Kagome? How could you! You know that I don't like him!
SpiderBack: Inuyasha leave her alone…
DamnHand: brb
HumanPuppy: Like hell I should leave her alone! She saw me and him fight each other! In fact, if she hadn't been there, we would have really gone at it! It's her fault that I had to go easy on my stupid brother! How can you defend him! Kagome, you're so stupid, stupid, STUPID!
Poisoned: You dog. You have no right to speak to any lady in that manner. Out of all ladies, Kagome is deserving of the better of you. Lady friends deserve the highest of your respects!
HumanPuppy: Like you have the rights to lecture me…
HolyDemon: You know what, Inuyasha?
HumanPuppy: What?
HolyDemon: I'm not going to eat lunch with you. You, you… BASTARD! You can't say things like that to me! He was kind to me! Do you expect me to turn around and just give him the cold shoulder? Is that something that you expected me to do?
HumanPuppy: Well… Yeah…
HolyDemon: Figures. That's just like you to do that, Inuyasha. So, tomorrow, I won't eat lunch with you. You know why? Because Sesshoumaru offered me to eat lunch with him. I turned him down, but now I think I'll take him up on this offer.
Different window…
Poisoned: I shall play along, but I do hope for an explanation on why I was involved… But that will come later.
Back to the first window…
Poisoned: I thank you for accepting my offer, Kagome. I will be see you tomorrow, then.
I glare at the computer and exit the chat room. That was just mean for him to say. As I'm about to sign off, I decide that I should tell Sesshoumaru something. So, I open up a window and begin clicking out my quick note.
HolyDemon: Thank you so much for not saying anything in front of Inuyasha… I owe you a lot. There's only one thing tomorrow that I ask you not to do. Don't touch me…
Poisoned: May I ask why not?
HolyDemon: You… I just don't like to be touched. So, please don't try to touch me.
Poisoned: You didn't answer my question.
HolyDemon: I wasn't trying to. There was a good reason for me to dodge the question. Now, I'm getting off. Bye!
I have now signed off and decided that I'm really in trouble tomorrow. I know that Sesshoumaru has is own fan club (I did say he was like royalty). I think that they'll be very upset when I remember that I'm still bruised from the raping.
I can't help but wonder if Sesshoumaru will be smarter than Inuyasha. Inuyasha could smell Andrew's remnants inside of me, but he didn't realize that it was that in particular. I can't help but wonder if Sesshoumaru will get it right.
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The pain is worse than you think. People often misunderstand the pain that comes with being trashed. Not just once, but three times. People often fail to realize that there are emotions behind the humiliating actions…
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Damn! You guys need to slow down in reviewing! I just posted the last chaper this morning, and I now have to post another one (although, I'm waiting until tomorrow morning). So... You can slow down A LITTLE BIT in the reviews. After all, I don't even have the next chapter done. I have been reading a story by someone else (291 pages on MS Word), so that has been taking most of my time. But, I shall work on the next chapter more (I think you all shall like it).
Someone pointed out that I can't keep my stories strait. I am sorry, since I am working on two stories at once and I tend to forget little details. Let's clear this up. Souta is a year older than Kagome. Inuyasha's mother is dead. Inuyasha's father is a business man who is never home... If I mess it up again, please forgive me. I'm trying really hard to remember what information goes with what story.
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