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'If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer out that they loved them.'

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OOC --- Out of character

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Make Me

Kagome screwed her eyes shut, trying desperately to not let all the internal water leak out of her eyes. Her voice shook. "Inuyasha… let me go."

He did so, coldly.

Underlying emotions swirled around in her, the most prominent ones panic and fury. Kagome ignored the panic for the moment --- anger was easier to deal with.

"I don't have a right? I never will? No, no, Inuyasha. You've got this all wrong. Who do you think you are? I think anyone has a right when it threatens their goddamned life! You think they're just after you, right?" She jabbed him in the chest with her fingers on her uninjured arm, ignoring the trickle of blood starting to seep down on the other. "Your ego, your pride, won't stand for anything else. And hell, you might even be right. But as long as we're around you, we're in danger too." The tremble in her voice gradually became more and more conspicuous, until her vocalization nearly broke.

"Tell me."

Inuyasha snarled. "Bitch, I said no!"

Kagome flinched and looked up at him, tears unconsciously glittering at her eyes. She was breathing fast. "I can't believe I lost Papa to someone like you… Mama was wrong… You're just like them. So fucking selfish!" Kagome backed away from him, cradling her punctured arm, a ragged sob twisting its way out of her throat. "I hate you. I hate you!"

Kagome fled.

"…"

Inuyasha hated to admit it, but that had hurt. Sure, he knew plenty of people who hated him --- the show business wasn't known for trust and friendliness --- but they had hidden it behind manufactured smiles and gloss, and Inuyasha was used to the same. To have it said out loud however… Inuyasha swallowed. Quite frankly, it stung.

He stared dispassionately at the corner where she'd disappeared. "Yeah, and I love you too, bitch."

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A bandaged Kagome lay on her bed, staring up at the magazine she held above her. "Yes, I don't mind going out the odd Saturday night… Congratulations, your perfect man is --- Inuyasha Takahashi?" Kagome stared at the page in disbelief before throwing it at the wall opposite her. "…I hate quizzes."

A light rap on the door alerted her. "Kagome-chan?"

"Sango? Come in!"

A solemn woman opened the door. She headed instantly for the younger girl who she'd come to be good friends with and bowed her head slightly. "I heard the shouting… I'm so sorry, Kagome, on behalf of Inuyasha---"

"Save it."

Sango lifted her head. "Kagome?"

A humourless laugh drifted from her. "I think Inuyasha needs to learn how to grow up. If he's sorry he has to come and say it to me personally. No use hiding behind you like a kid behind his Mama's skirt."

Sango considered this for a long moment. Slowly, a smile broke out over her face. "You're right…"

They chatted a little while longer (Kagome snorting derisively when showing Sango the magazine that claimed Inuyasha to be her perfect man --- "Honestly, the irony is not funny. I'm never buying a magazine again.") before Kagome waved goodbye to Sango ("Miroku's probably wailing he can't find a paperclip now.").

Sango took one last look at the girl, smiling, before shutting the door noiselessly behind her. You're just what he needs, Kagome-chan.

Inuyasha growled and paced up and down the kitchen. An amused Miroku sat on a chair not so far from him, gathering obvious enjoyment from the hanyou's discomfort.

"So…"

"Not a fucking word, letch."

The man fell into silence again, but the smile told Inuyasha that he was anything but offended. He scowled at him briefly before returning to his rather unwanted thoughts.

"I hate you. I hate you!"

Why did it sting so much? It felt like he was at the spa again, doing an acid peel mask on his face. Only it wasn't on his face. It was something that ached inside of him.

Was it his heart?

Yeah, right. Inuyasha snorted. Probably that burrito I had for lunch.

He paced a little faster.

Stupid wench. It's started already… I can't believe I wasn't even aware! She's having a bigger effect on me then I thought! I actually feel guilty!

Damn her and her morals!

Sango descended down the stairs, and Inuyasha jerked his head up to look at her. "Well?"

She shook her head, grinning. "She's playing hardball. Go on, Inuyasha. Fold. The stakes are too high. Give her a apology --- personally," Sango warned when she saw Inuyasha shoot a calculating look at Miroku.

The young man with violet eyes just held up his hands. "Hey, it's not a common experience when the one who owes a apology to a girl isn't me. I'm going to savour it."

Sango grinned and sat down a little away from Miroku (common sense hadn't quite deserted her yet) and looked up at Inuyasha expectantly. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Inuyasha bared his teeth at the pair in feral viciousness. "Sadists, both of you."

They both gave him a cheery wave as he dragged himself unwillingly up the stairs.

Inuyasha steeled himself at her doorway. Lifting his knuckles he started to bring them down to knock --- and halted.

How the heck do I say sorry?

It's not like I've ever done it before…

Inuyasha started paced around again, half way through it before he realized. Shit. I'm doing it again.

What the fuck do I say?

"Inuyasha?"

A delicate, albeit suspicious, voice drifted out from the room.

He froze. Shit. Goddamn pacing! Why the fuck did I get wooden flooring again? Shit, just everything's out to get me…!

"Inuyasha?" His name was called again, this time more irritated. "Come in and don't just stand out there like a dork."

Jeez. Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Barely two minutes and I'm a dork already. He pushed the wooden door open to reveal a casually dressed Kagome lounging on her bed, reading a book called ---

Who gives a fuck about her book? Look how goddamn high her skirt has ridden!

Kagome propped her feet up, unaware of her blue skirt sliding a little lower.

Shit, shit, shit…this girl is seriously messing with my head.

He stared hungrily at the expanse of her smooth long legs before he was 'awoken' by Kagome snapping her fingers in front of his face.

"Jeez, do I have a sign on me saying: Zoo Animal?"

How innocent can she get? Does she not realize I'm gawking at her legs? "…K-keh!" He fixed his gaze onto the floor beneath him. Wonder why I never noticed I had carpet in my bedrooms before…

His gaze was drawn to the impatiently tapping foot near him. "Well?"

Shit. Do I actually have to say 'sorry?'

I can feel her eyes boring into me. I can feel Sango and Miroku's gaze practically boring up through the bloody floor! …Fuck. Is this what peer pressure is?

…Whatever it is, it's working…

Curse everyone! Make them all eat laxatives and rot in hell and---

"Inuyasha?"

"Shit! Goddamn it! Fine, OK? I'm sorry."

Goddamn it! This isn't meant to be how it goes! …I need a script.

"Oh. Right." Kagome sat back down on her bed, and picked up her book again.

…

"Wait," Inuyasha asked, feeling stupid. "Is that it? You don't hate me anymore?"

Kagome looked up at him wearily. "Look, Inuyasha. I've been doing a lot of thinking… and I said a lot of things I didn't mean. I'm sorry."

How the fuck does she say it with so much ease?

…Practice?

"'Hate' is too strong an word to describe… what I feel for you." She picked up another book.

Inuyasha felt his heart lift.

"It's just… severe dislike."

…Then it dropped.

"But I don't have to do anything to prove my dislike. And just because you say sorry doesn't mean I'll forgive you."

Inuyasha was the last to admit that he could be slow, but even now he was forced to concede the fact --- in his mind --- that there was something niggling at him. It'd come, any minute, now ---

"What?"

…I can't believe this wench. I really can't.

"So you don't accept my apology?"

Kagome turned a page. "Sure I do. I just don't forgive you."

Inuyasha could feel his eyes grow to penny proportions. "So what the fuck do I have to do to make you forgive me?"

A shrewd smile lifted her lips. "That's the fun of it. You have to be creative."

He let loose a string of expletives.

"That's… creative, Inuyasha, but it won't make me forgive you." Kagome set her book down and started braiding a lock of her hair. "Anyways, why are you so intent on this?"

Inuyasha looked away from her inquiring eyes. "K-keh. I'm not!"

Kagome had to grit her teeth to hide the smile, in order to affect a deadpan look. "Yes… that does explain why you're in my room right now."

"…But it's me!" Inuyasha crossed his arms, looking bewildered. "Me! Inuyasha Takahashi! I said sorry and you're not forgiving me!"

"Inuyasha…" Kagome looked at him, laboriously.

She must be tired from trying to make me understand.

Shit. Am I taking her side?

He thunked his head mentally. Stupid, stupid, stupid...!

"The population of Japan is 127,333,002. You are just one of them. You're the same as me… apart from the fact you have a nicer house and can afford to hire a billion people." She stared pointedly at him. "You're no better then me. This situation happens to nearly everyone once in their lives. Just be thankful you haven't had to experience it until now."

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Miroku stole a slice of peach from the fruit salad Sango was currently making on the chopping board. "So how do you think they're doing?"

She glared at him but continued to cut up the peaches, moving on to the mangos. "Well… I can't hear any shouting. I think they must have made it up by now."

He munched thoughtfully. "Yes, I thought so too."

There was a long silence.

"You don't think they're doing it, do you?"

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Kagome eyed Inuyasha sleepily, who was sitting cross-legged on her floor. "Thought of anything yet?"

He growled at the carpet, poking a random piece of fluff. "Nothing yet… apart from the fact you need to get someone to hoover here and I'm getting leg cramp." He stretched out carefully, mindful of his leg, and moved into a lounging position, claws tapping on the floor as he thought.

She let out a drowsy laugh. "Well… we could always return to the point of the argument."

He gave her a baffled look. "Eh?"

Kagome rolled her eyes at him. "You could tell me about your past…"

"…"

Or not. She rolled her eyes. What a stubborn jackass.

"Anything now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No!"

"How about---"

"I've got it!" Inuyasha jumped upright, amber eyes gleaming. "You want to know about me? Come on. We're going somewhere."

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"Stop eating all the peaches! I want some peach!"

"Sango, my beautiful, you should've just asked. Open wide, and I'll feed you --- Mmph!"

Sango shoved the fork with the peach impaled onto it in his own mouth. "I don't want it now. It's tainted." She rescued the last slice of peach from Miroku's fork and chewed ponderingly. "I wonder what they're doing now?"

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Kagome inhaled deeply --- and regretted it instantly. The air was filthy and thick, almost choking her and making her gag. It was crammed, noisy, and Kagome couldn't see for the life why Inuyasha would take her here.

"Inuyasha, where the hell is this place?" she yelled, over the ear-splitting decibels.

The place was heaving, and the pair was crushed together by the crowd around them. Inuyasha slinked his arms around her slender waist, causing her to look up at him and his grin, the grin that won over millions of girls. The same grin that curved those lips up and softened those golden eyes. The grin that was only looking truly heartfelt right now.

The arms tightened around her, pressing himself right up against her body --- and to her embarrassment, Kagome could feel the pink spreading all over her face. Am I... enjoying this?

But Inuyasha didn't seem to notice. He lowered his head so she could hear him better. "Where are we?" His breath tickled her face and she shivered --- not from the cold --- in fact, the very opposite. She felt warm. Hot,actually, to be truthful. She gulped and looked back up at theliquid caramel eyes.

"Welcome to paradise, darling."

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I bet no one can guess where this is. Although, I suppose, there isn't much of a clue. Let's just say it's a place where it matches Inuyasha's 'bad-boy' image.

I'll dedicate the next chapter to whoever can guess where the place is. :D

If you think Inuyasha's a bit weird about the fact of her forgiving him, just think about the fact Inuyasha's a superstar, and he's never said sorry in his life. (Well, apart from the movies) And as far as he knows it (again, from movies and observing other people) once you say sorry, the whole thing's blown over and is forgotten about. So, to him, it really IS a big deal about the fact he says sorry. And the fact she doesn't forgive him is unthinkable… since the little person in charge of his brain is an intense egomaniac.

And don't forget about episode 160. He was equally desperate there… XD And there were some terrific results from that episode. Man, Ilove Kappei Yamaguchi.

Yes, I know this chapter is short… but if I went on any longer, it'd spoil the next. Sorry… T.T But review anyways, please!

Update coming soon…