A/N: AH! I'm actually so happy I got great feedback and also very surprised that I have a couple of Spanish readers! I am Chilean, and fluent in both Spanish and English, so it warms my heart to see that my story is being read by my hispanic family :'). I have an old email that I would like to share with you guys: 13 . Feel free to email me for more feedback or to get my ass back on writing (BE NICE PLEASE I'VE SEEN MANY PEOPLE GET HATE THROUGH EMAIL AND I DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN TO ME EITHER WHICH IS WHY THIS ISN'T MY CURRENT PERSONAL EMAIL). Enjoy the new chapter :).
His Touch
Chapter 10: Is It Over?
9:00 AM was the set time. Kagome groaned. Why did she set up such an early alarm when it was still summer? Oh ya… She got out of bed. Her facial expression was the perfect representation on how she was feeling that morning: exhausted, both mentally and physically. She dragged to her closet and pulled up her nicest, tight, black dress. If I'm going out, I'm going out in style. Considering it was summer no one was up yet. She took this opportunity to go to the basement where the cellar is kept. Hmm, vodka or red wine? Red wine is classy but had a yucky better taste, definitely not going out hating my drink. Vodka it was considering it was her favourite alcoholic beverage. Be it, it was typically vodka coolers she drank at parties and not the actual harsh absolute. Something to scratch off the bucket list. Pulling out matching black pumps she grabbed her purse and made her way with a litre and an hour to kill. She made her way by bus to Toranomon Hills Sky Scraper.
With all the traffic it took a while for Kagome to get there. Total of 30 minute to get to the Scraper and another 5-10 minutes to make it to the top. Touching the sky, top. On her way up through an elevator there was a man in suit and tie that so conveniently decided that now was the best time to grab Kagome's ass. Boy. I don't think he even knew what hit him. As soon as his hand made contact with her behind, Kagome's purse —featuring litre of alcohol— hit him square in the jaw making him fly backwards into the back most corner of the small cubed room.
His body slid to the ground, back lying against on the floor, limbs spread everywhere. Her black pumps squished the poor guys temple making his face turn so his left ear was pointing towards the ceiling.
"Touch me again and I'll rip your throat out!" Kagome leaned in so her voice was clear, stern and killing his ear drum. She was at the top floor now, she gave him one final lean on his face, putting her weight into her heel so he could feel the pinching pain. Pigs, all of them. She pushed off said heel and made her way through the top floor.
It was time to climb up now. She noticed how dry the air was, it was pretty thin too but it was still there. She made it to the centre of the room and looked up to see a ladder leading towards the surface. Closed, of course, but nothing a little muscle can't handle. Up, up, and away she goes.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to wear heels after all, it was so hard to climb up a ladder in them. How did the girls in action movies do it? And remember how she thought that lifting the latch to the roof would be easy with a little muscle. Well, it took a lot more than a little muscle, it took everything she had in these heels. When the sky was finally visible her hair flew everywhere in the wind. If it was hard to breathe back then it was even harder now, but she got up just the same.
For a minute Kagome thought this was a bad idea, she probably wasn't thinking clearly ever since she's been neglecting her so-called "happy pills". A state of melancholy washed those thoughts away when she remembered what she was about to do and why. Closing the latch that connected the roof and the upper floor, she twisted the vodka bottle open and took a sniff. Her faced turned away and nose ruffled in disgust at the extremely strong and familiar, nail-polish remover scent. This was not at all what a cooler smelt like. She took a sip, teasing her tongue. She almost spat it out right away. This was definitely not what a cooler tasted like either. She continued to drink however, taking shots that dragged on longer than previous to the point where there was no longer functioning taste buds in her dry mouth. So she started to chug.
With feelings of complete desolation, Kagome didn't have a care in the world anymore. Cheers.
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"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…" Was all Inuyasha could think. Or, better yet, say out loud as he ran faster than he's ever ran before in his life. Kagome wasn't home anymore, he could smell that already so he let his nose guide him to her current location. Impressive, he could already tell how she's not at the shrine even though there was still a long distance away until said location. So, where was she exactly? That's still yet to be determined. It didn't matter though because he was focused on following said scent. Such a rich, sweet scent. He'd never forget this smell even if it costs him his life. That scent was his own little paradise and euphoria. Lavender, a dog's favourite scent. As he ran through the streets of Tokyo focused on the scent trail leading him to his paradoxical utopia, memories ran through his mind.
When he was 7 and told Kagome he'd protect her, but how it all went spiralling down during sophomore year. His mother passed away shortly after his father did and he found that transferring to Shikon High would be best for his mental state, and, of course, getting closer with Kagome.
Figure she didn't remember him, but considering he was still in the grieving stage he was a total ass all the time. It sort of became his calling to be a jerk because it felt so natural. So there it is, how Inuyasha, the sweetheart protector, became a total dick and fucked everything up. He cursed himself for being so stupid, ignoring Kagome's feelings.
He remembered how Kagome's smile lit up the whole world around him, even when there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He remembered how her laugh was the greatest sound in the whole world to his ears, it beat his favourite songs by a thousand. He remembered how Kagome's eyes were like an illusion to him, he could bathe in that colour. He remembered how Kagome's touch was ecstasy. But her smell, that will always be his drug of choice. Kagome in total was walking perfection to him, she can't be beat.
His heart dropped to his stomach and with every breath he could feel it tightening. Every muscle. It was nostalgic, like he wasn't even moving. There was no weight on his legs, and there was so sound in the air despite Tokyo's nonstop traffic. The only sense he recognized was smell and sight. Smell to lead him and sight to see where he was going hoping to catch Kagome in the view. With the constant grip on his heart, of course, that was the only sense of touch or physical feeling he's experienced all this time.
He found himself looking up at the tallest building in Tokyo, Toranomon Hills. Gigantic Skyscraper. Kagome's scent, it was at the top of it.
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La da dee, la da dumm. Vodka bottle was half full. Or was it half empty? Hmmm.
She hasn't felt this way in a long time, she felt full and alive. Alive in the drunk sense and full in the stomach sense. It was good enough. It was incredible, the rush, the pleasure, satisfaction. Maybe even happiness. She was flawless in those heels, owning that dress, slaying anything in sight. Though, there was no one there, even so, she killed it. That pure ecstasy of the moment was exactly what she needed as her last memory. Pathetic.
Her watch around her wrist blared with a 10AM alarm.
"Tiptoe," whispered Kagome in a sing song voice as she purposely crept over to the edge of the Scraper tiptoeing. She had an idea. "Through the window, by the window, that's where I'll be," hiccup, then another chug, then she continued getting too close over the edge for anyone's comfort. "Come tiptoe through the tulips with me." She sang slurring her words but keeping the melody alive with her wicked smile. She continued to stalk along the edge like a balance beam, arms out, one foot in front of the other at a time until… there was nothing left to step on but air. How insidious.
A/N: DON'T KILL ME BYE.