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CHAPTER 4—The Reply
She threw open the wooden door, and stormed into the building with her worried friend tagging behind. When her friend had stepped into the building, she slammed shut the wooden door so hard that the building shook.
"I HAVE ENOUGH!" She clenched her fingers into a fist and blood vessels were obvious to see beneath her tender skin. "I cannot stand that arrogant face!"
"Chill out, girl. Do not boil with rage just because he said those words—"
"They are mean words," she corrected.
"Okay, do not be vexed by those mean words he said to you. His motive is to infuriate you. Kagome, if—"
"This is the second time he had infuriated me for my first day here in Shikon Beach. How many times must I waste my energy on him for the WHOLE summer vacation? I feel so drained out when I so-called talk to him; I think he had succeeded in infuriating me."
"Kagome," Sango comforted her friend, "Go to your room, do something that will make you forget him."
"What—"
"Nope, there will be something you can do that will kick him out of your mind."
"How—"
"Listen to me, Kagome. We shall settle everything tomorrow."
"All right…" Kagome was not totally convinced by Sango's advice but that's the only choice she has.
Meanwhile at the other half of the resort"What was that shaking? An earthquake? I better evacuate this place immediately," Miroku murmured, and he packed his things hurriedly. Then, he turned towards a familiar sound—the slamming of the front door.
"Inuyasha, there is an earthquake," Miroku exclaimed as Inuyasha kicked off his shoes.
"There is no—AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH CHOO!" Inuyasha rubbed his nose, which has the color of a tomato. "Someone must be saying about me behind my back—" And sneezed again.
Miroku winced, took a tissue from the table near him and handed it to his friend. Inuyasha blew his nose before throwing it to the waste bin.
"That's because you've offended someone," Miroku tilted a thumb-up sign to his left, indicating to their temporary neighbors. "I don't get it. Why do you have to fight with that raven-haired lady? You barely know her."
"She irritates me."
Miroku shook his head with a sigh. "You would always complain to me that every girl you meet irritates you—"
"She irritates me more than anyone else," he snarled as he stepped on one of the steps of the stairs. "Don't mention her existence in front of me! I wanna go to my room."
The next moment, the building was filled with silence.
In Kagome's room
What will make me forget him? Kagome thought. She glanced around the small tidy room on the second floor. There was a bed, which was on the far side of the other end of the room, with comfortable bedspread over it. Polished flooring and furniture calmed Kagome's nerves.
Her eyes wondered to the table beside her and she spotted it. The thing that will make her forget the silver-haired boy's existence. She had totally forgotten about the message in the bottle.
That person must be worried and lonely, searching if the bottle had floated back to him, Kagome thought. She pulled the chair and sat on it. What shall I write?
This is the first time Kagome ever wrote to someone whom she did not know or seen before. Short and simple, Kagome thought as she took out a paper and pen from a drawer. After much thought, she took the courage to write it down before going to the beach and threw it.
Dear I.Y. TaishoThe thought of you tortured by the people around you whom you only knew must be making you miserable and lonely. I decided to write to you, knowing the situation you are in, so that we could be friends and you will not always be rejected by the people around you. My name is Kagome Higurashi.
End of Chapter
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