I apologise for taking so long. I've been out of touch with my writing side for a while now. I had Writers Craft first semester last year and I spent a lot of my creative energy there. I then turned my sights more on my drawing then on my writing, as I found myself a bit spent. Spent and depressed as that was my absolute favourite class in my entire high school career (I can say that since I've now graduated). Never before has there been a class with such create chemistry that we can socialise and what not and still get work done and stay on topic (for the most part). Everyone got a long and we were all open with each other and I know everyone I've talked to feels the same. It was an awesome class.
I've also lost touch with my love for Inuyasha... got a bit angry after seeing the ending of the series. That was just cruel. But yeah... that's probably the other half of why I haven't been writing this.
I'm going to skip the responses for this chapter, just because most of them are months and months old and probably have no relevance anymore. I thank any readers I still have out there for their patience and I hope you forgive me for this mainly chincy chapter... I hope to get the next one out before
Halloween... I'm taking a year off school, but I will be working. Hopefully it's possible.
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Miroku had been enjoying a pleasant morning lying in bed, thinking of his beloved Sango when the first signs of trouble began. His first clue that something was wrong was when he heard the door slam and several loud crashes coming from downstairs. The second clue he found when he went to go investigate said crashes and found a fist sized hole in the wall. His suspicions were confirmed however, when he stumbled upon Kouga in the downstairs bathroom, wrapping up his bloody knuckles while spewing out numerous curses.
"I would ask if something was wrong," Miroku stated as he leaned up against the doorframe. "But I think I already know what your answer would be." Kouga paused in his curses for a second to glare at his friend before returning to his previous actions, throwing is some colourful words about the 'stupid monk'.
Miroku sighed and sat down on the floor beside his aggravated friend. "If you keep winding that bandage so tight, you're going to cut off all the circulation to your fingers," he said, reaching out a hand. Kouga pulled his hand back and glared at the man. "Give it here, I'll do it properly, and you can tell me what happened while I do."
Reluctantly, Kouga pushed his hand forward and gave Miroku the bandages. Miroku set to work undoing the bandages, seeing that his friends fingers had already turned a sickening shade of purple, and waited for Kouga to start talking. However, when the blue-eyed man continued to sit there silently, Miroku gave him a shove and a glare.
"Alright," Kouga said finally. "Alright... The reason... The truth is... ah, fuck it. Ayame's gone," he blurted out.
Miroku paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow at his friend. "Gone? What do you mean she's 'gone'?"
"I was just outside and I saw her drive away. When I asked the girls what was going on, they told me Ayame was moving back home. By the time I got to the road, the car was gone." Kouga winced as the bandage was completely removed.
"I see," Miroku started as he began to rewrap Kouga's injured hand. "I suppose she didn't want to drag her friends any further into the mess she's made-"
"It's not her fault!" Kouga roared. "It's the idiot ex-boyfriend of hers who refuses to let go. He's despicable! Taking advantage of a girl when she's impaired. If Ayame hadn't stepped in I would have killed that bastard."
"I know, I know," Miroku said calmly. "However Miss Ayame may not see it that way. She probably blames herself for it. She probably feels guilty, not only for dragging her best friends into this mess, but us as well."
Kouga scoffed. "I'll never understand how a woman's mind works. Always blaming themselves for thing that aren't necessary."
Miroku chuckled lightly as he finished tying off the bandage. "A woman's mind is indeed one of the worlds great mysteries."
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The weeks passed slowly for Kouga, one day dragging into another. Everyone else seemed to return to the way things were before Ayame had arrived, minus the fact that now all of his roommates were in relationships and he was quite obviously alone. Being the odd man out was quite uncomfortable for him; being in the same room with everyone was next to unbearable.
It was nearing the one-month mark, since she'd left. It was strange. Never before in his life had he missed someone so much. He wondered if she was all right, If she had run into that Riku bastard again. Most of all, he wondered if she ever thought of him. He was slowly torturing himself into insanity.
He sat on the couch one Saturday afternoon, flipping through a sports magazine, attempting to focus on the articles, but failing miserable. Whenever it was
quiet or he was home alone, his thoughts always got the better of him. Throwing the magazine aside, he sighed. Brushing his hand through hair and rubbing his eyes, he looked around for any distraction.
It was pointless, his conscience told him. He was kidding himself if he thought he could just forget what she meant to him. Mind made up, he got up and headed to the front door.
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Ayame sighed as she closed and locked the front door. She kicked off her beige pumps and headed up the stairs to change into something more comfortable. She had come back from a job interview with a local shipping company. Her bilingual skills seemed to impress her interviewer greatly. It looked very promising, and it paid fairly well. If she managed to land this job, with any luck, she'd be able to rent out her own apartment. As much as she loved her grandfather and brother, she didn't want to burden them any longer.
She reached the top landing of the stairs just in time to see her grandfather hang up the phone. The old man stopped when he saw her standing there and smiled a little too wide. "Welcome home, how did your interview go," he asked far to casually.
"It went well. I think I may have landed myself the job. I should hear back from them in the next week sometime." She shot him a curious look. "Who was on the phone just now?" she asked. They didn't get calls very often, and with her grandfather's odd behaviour she couldn't help but wonder
"Oh, no one in particular. Just an old friend of mine who's going to be in town next week wondering if they could stop by for a visit," the old man grinned.
Ayame quirked an eyebrow, "old friend, eh?"
Her grandfather nodded moving past her. "Dinners ready if you'd like some. Come down when you're finished changing."
A little miffed by her grandfather's words and actions, Ayame shook her head and moved into her room to change. Meanwhile her grandfather stopped at the bottom of the stair, looking back up at where he'd come from. "You're in for one big surprise, my dear. It's time for you to let yourself move on and not hold back, you'll understand in time." With that he headed into the kitchen humming a mindless tune.
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Yeah... chincy I know. I give you all full permission to flame my ass for it.
I mostly said everything at the start of the chapter, so that's all for now. Toodles all!