The Diary
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Inuyasha crept silently toward the well in the scarce moonlight. Looking around furtively, he made sure that no one had seen him. He at least wanted a head start on Miroku and Sango, who would undoubtedly try to stop him. After all, he was going to make Kagome change her mind. Suddenly the hanyou bent over almost double, one clawed hand to his chest. Ever since he had stayed out in the woods all night, during the winter no less, and left his Tetsusaiga with Miroku, a vulnerability that demons took advantage of, he had been in large amounts of pain. He knew that he should not have gone after Kagome so soon after being ill, but he couldn't stand the thought of losing her forever.
Quickly, before anyone could appear, he ran to the Bone Eater's well, a jewel shard clutched in one hand. He had been afraid that Kagome would have taken them with her, but was comforted when he saw that she had left them with Miroku. All but one, which she must have taken as a token; after all, she didn't need one to get through the well. Did she? Inuyasha couldn't remember; his mind was still a little fuzzy.
As he leapt into his destination, light surrounded him; in moments he found himself in the bottom of a strange, yet familiar, well. Jumping from it, he looked around; he remembered every detail of Kagome's home perfectly. Leaving the small shed-like building, Inuyasha found himself in a moonlit yard. Striding purposefully across it, he headed for the back door to the house, stopping only when he heard Kagome's voice. It was coming from a room with a window open to the yard, and she seemed to be having a conversation with her family and a guest. Silently, Inuyasha snuck over to the wall, just close enough to be able to hear.
"I'm so happy you're home, Kagome!" Inuyasha could hear Kagome's guest exclaim; it was a boy. Inuyasha felt a strange sensation in his stomach.
"Yes, thank you," Kagome replied in a guiltily pleased tone. "I'm happy to be back from- er- my Aunt Hitomi's country cottage, as well. But the doctor said I'm much better now, so I won't have to go back."
"Ever?" His voice was oddly strangled
Kagome laughed. "Now, Takeshi, you'll make me arrogant yet. No," her voice softened here, "I'll never have to go back. Ever. There is nothing for me to gain by going back."
"Um... Kagome?"
"Oh! Sorry, heheh, lost in thought. Now, where were we? ..."
Inuyasha left the wall and changed his path's course. If he wanted to win Kagome back, he couldn't force her to leave. Not when she truly wanted to be here. Instead of heading for the door, he cut swiftly across the yard to the gate and used the small path to the street.
All right, Inuyasha, he thought determinedly to himself, You can do this. How hard can it possibly be for a half-demon to fit in with stupid humans? They'll never know how different I am. And while I'm here, being clever and earning Kagome's heart back, I can try to figure out what is so very important about this era.
Kagome laughed along with her friends as she walked down the street.
"Yes, Sora, I promise I'll be at your party Saturday!" She said as Sora pouted at her.
"Just making sure," she replied stoutly. "It just seems as though every time I plan something you disappear to your aunt's cottage. What is so unhealthy about you again?"
"Ah, it's all the, um, people. I get somewhat chlostrophobic every now and then. No big deal."
"Sure." Kagome sighed.
"Hey!" Sora exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"Who's that new guy over there?" Sora exclaimed, grabbing onto Kagome's shoulder and pointing at the bookstore. "I've never seen him before, but he looks so familiar!" Kagome peered through the window, where only her boy-crazy friend could have spotted the new employee.
And nealy passed out.
"Oh, um, I don't know," she replied, somewhat breathless. "Hey, I just remembered, have you typed your essay for Sensei Ayame's class?" Sora smacked herself in the forehead.
Groaning, she replied, "No, I forgot. I guess I'd better go home and do that." Pouting, she ran off toward home. "Talk to you later, Kagome!" Kagome waved, then took a deep breath.
Mentally steeling herself, she walked into the bookstore, looking around for any customers before barging up to the counter.
A tall, thin (yet oddly muscled) young man stood behind the counter, looking at a manga book. His long white hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he wore a plain black beanie on his head. His canine teeth were vampire-sharp and his pupils somewhat slitted, but he managed to conceal those facts by keeping his mouth tightly closed and his eyes downcast. He also wore gloves and a strange beaded necklace, and Kagome had to wonder why the owner of the store would allow such a shady character to work there.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome hissed, slamming her hands on the countertop. "What are you doing here?" The young man looked up at her and gave a tiny smile.
"Hello, Kagome." Kagome only glared harder at him. Inuyasha sighed. "I came to find out what's so special about this era. Why you wanted to come back here so badly without even saying god-bye."
Kagome blushed and growled angrily at him, "You are the one who wouldn't come back to camp, remember?"
Inuyasha twitched to the side, looking quite intently at a nearby shelf of magazines. "I told Miroku to tell you I'd had to think about... things. And to come get me before you left if I wasn't back yet." Glaring back at her, he asked coldly, "Why didn't he, I wonder?" Kagome's jaw dropped. Inuyasha could be rude, that was true, but now he looked like he only wanted to destroy her, like... well, sort of like he looked at Sesshoumaru.
"I didn't stop him!" Kagome replied angrily. "Sango did; she said that it was none of your business if I felt it was time for me to go home. You know how Miroku is, he practically cheered her decision on!" Inuyasha frowned at Kagome, this time in confusion.
"You..." Inuyasha began hesitantly, "You didn't agree with her decision? You wanted Miroku to find me?" Kagome shrugged, a pained look in her eyes.
"If that was what it took to see you one last time, I was content." Kagome turned and headed back toward the door to the small shop. Stopping just before it, she half-turned to Inuyasha once more. "Inuyasha," she whispered. "Please. Go home. You don't belong here; if they see your ears or someone gets a closer inspection of your ears, you'll be in trouble."
"I won't leave without you." His voice was soft, but firm. Kagome shook her head.
"My home is here. Yours is not. I'm sorry." And with that, she was gone, leaving the hanyou to stare blankly at the door in thought.
Kagome entered her house happily, greeting her mother on her way to the room.
"Oh, Kagome," her mom added as she passed, "Takeshi called. He wants to know if you'd be willing to go out to dinner Friday night; I told him it was fine with me if you wanted to go." Kagome's shoulders drooped.
"Thanks, Mom." As she slowly padded her way to her room, she tried to contemplate why she felt so reluctant to take him up on the offer. Takeshi was a great guy; he was always polite, and very handsome. But he was so... immature. He constantly needed Kagome to let him know he was in her good graces. But since her mom had already told him it was okay, it would have been an insult to refuse. With a sigh, she picked up the phone in her room as she dropped her bag on the floor by her bed.
Dialing Takeshi's number, she began pulling her books out of her bag to do her homework. Takeshi answered on the second ring.
"Unozomi residence," he said.
"Hey, Takeshi," Kagome said, struggling to find the correct page in her math textbook. "It's Kagome."
"Kagome! Hey! Did your mom give you my message?" Kagome suppressed a sigh.
"Yes, she did."
"Well, will you go to dinner with me on Friday? I mean, I know this is probably sudden, but... I really like you."
"Um, sure. Where will we be going?"
"I thought we could try out that nice place over by the park. Is that okay with you?" Kagome gripped the phone; that "nice place over by the park" was the most expensive restaurant in the area!
"Are you sure?" She asked, trying to sound polite. "I mean, I've heard it costs a lot of money..."
"Well, yeah, but I figured it was worth it. So will you go, or do you want to go someplace else?"
"I'll go..."
"Yes! I'll pick you up at six then! See you tomorrow!" The line went dead before she could even say good-bye.
Kagome sighed as she placed the phone back on the cradle. It was going to be a long day, and an even longer week.
It was evening before she finished her homework.
"Kagome?" Her mother was in the doorway with a peculiar look on her face. "There's a strange boy here to see you. Will you come down?" Kagome nodded, guessing who it could be.
When she arrived at the bottom of the stairs, she saw Inuyasha sitting uncomfortably at the table in the kitchen area with her grandpa.
"Um, hello," Kagome said quietly. She wasn't sure what Inuyasha was going by, because he didn't even unveil himself to her relatives, who he'd met before. Inuyasha looked up and smiled, then asked her family if they would allow a small walk through their backyard. Of course, they agreed.
After a few moments of silence in the darkness, Inuyasha spoke.
"Have you reconsidered your decision, Kagome?"
"No."
Inuyasha's carefully concealed hands twitched. "Will you reconsider?"
"No."
Inuyasha glared at her before continuing. "Will you at least tell me why you decided to leave?"
"I have no reason to stay there any longer."
"BULL!" Inuyasha turned to glare at her fully, his eyes full of anger. For a moment, Kagome was actually frightened. "Kagome, you know you left because you were angry with me! That hug meant nothing, and you know it! I was by the stream with Kikyou because-" Inuyasha suddenly remembered exactly why he'd been there and abruptly cut himself off.
Waiting a few minutes for him to continue, Kagome raised her eyebrows. When no more was forthcoming, she said quite clearly, "You were continuing an affair."
Inuyasha stared at her in shock.
"I was...?" Inuyasha tried to put the pieces together, but he was just too confused.
"You were, weren't you?" Kagome had tears in her eyes now, and Inuyasha felt like a jerk.
Again. For about the millionth time.
"No," Inuyasha replied slowly. "I really don't know what you are talking about. I was with her because she was helping me to mediate." Kagome frowned visibly.
"Meditate?" Inuyasha nodded. "Why would you need to meditate?"
She was surprised by the blush that crept across his cheeks. "Well..."
"Spit it out, Inuyasha."
"Miroku told me that in order to... figure out a problem I'm having, I should clear my mind. But when he tried to teach me how to meditate, he was very impatient and got angry very easily, so he left. Once he was gone, Kikyou came by and offered to finish the lesson." Inuyasha sighed and sat down on the soft grass, gently removing his gloves and hat. Kagome's attention was caught by a patch of darkness of his otherwise light head.
"Inuyasha," she asked curiously, "what happened to your ear?" Inuyasha jumped and covered the offending ear with a hand, but it was too late. Kagome removed his hand and looked at the cut with a deepening frown.
"Did you clean this?" She asked sternly. Inuyasha nodded. "With what?"
"Water," he mumbled in reply. Kagome shook her head.
"It's going to get infected."
"I don't care."
"But you might lose your ear!"
"So?"
"Inuyasha!" Kagome said frustratedly. "Why can't you at least think about the consequences of your actions once in a while?"
"I did!" Inuyasha replied irritably.
"Which actions, because they clearly weren't made in concern of your health!"
"They were made in the concern of losing you!"
The entire back yard was silent. Inuyasha didn't dare look at Kagome, and she was simly too stunned.
After a while, Inuyasha explained bitterly, "I accidentally clawed myself while scrubbing my ears in the stream. I was trying to change, to be a better hanyou. I was trying to keep you from leaving. Miroku was nagging me, and I lost my patience. I jerked too hard around and caught myself. Then I was so mad I just kept walking through the woods."
"When did you get back to camp?" Kagome's voice was soft, barely audible.
"Late in the morning. I don't really remember it, but Shippo told me before I left that I ambled in like a drunkard. I'd been awake and half-mad all night, and I headed straight through the hut to the room you'd been in. Miroku tried to stop me; he knew I was too unhealthy. But, of course, I ignored him." This last statement was so bitter that it even stung Kagome.
"Why did it take you so long to get here, then?"
Inuyasha remained silent. Kagome glanced at him sideways. He was staring blankly at the wall of the house. After a few moments, he spoke.
"I was sick. I had not eaten, slept, or drunk since I'd left Miroku. I'd spent the night wandering aimlessly through those wretched, cold, demon-ridden woods, and had to fend of a few with my bare hands. I'd refused to rest or sit, and so by the time I arrived back at the camp, I was very sick. Miroku'd had to carry me to a pallet in your room and wrap me in blankets while Sango cleaned me up. From what Shippo told me, I was a mess; twigs in my hair, blood all over me. I don't remember any of it. But I remember dreams." Inuyasha stared searchingly at the sky.
Kagome asked tentatively, "What were your dreams about?"
Inuyasha looked at her with great pain, and Kagome found herself wondering if she wanted to know after all. But then Inuyasha was hurriedly replacing his hat and gloves, and stood once more beside Kagome.
"Dreams are dreams. But right now, we must go back; your family is worried." Kagome allowed Inuyasha to guide her back to the house.
"By the way," he added, "My name for now is Chiaki." Kagome nodded wordlessly.
(Ruler not working XP) Yes, so, we made it to the fifth chapter. Woohoo! It's amazing. I figured this wouldn't work out. But anyway, so things are starting to calm down between the two. Or are they? It's almost like they're all calm and stuff, but they're still angry with each other. I know that sounds funky, since I'm the one writing it, but let me explain something: I'm not writing this. I'm merely a channel. Well, technically, I am, but it's like it writes itself with my hands, you know? Odd. Very. But whenever I try to write something, it's crap, so I just write what pops into my head. I think I'll try the chapter-by-chapter system with my other stories; it's working well for me. Anyway, review please! Thank you for reading!