By: Patche
Disclaimer: Umm I do not own/am not in any way affiliated with… Inuyasha, the song "Stay" or any songs I think fit the story perfectly.
Hey Jealousy
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"Are you kidding me? What does that even mean, Kagome?" Ayame asked me after I explained to her all that happened between Inuyasha and me.
I sighed and shook my head, leaning myself against my locker.
She let out a huff and stuck her hands on her hips, letting her protruding stomach stick out.
"Well, we need to think of a plan…" She said, removing one hand from her hip to scratch her chin with.
"For what?" I asked very unenthused. Nothing really sounded good. Ayame's plans always failed… she had a knack for only half baking her ideas.
"Well, you can win him back by…" She looked around quickly. "Making him jealous." She said nodding.
I rolled my eyes. "Right, I'm sure that making the boy who is NOT in love with me jealous will most definitely have him eating out of my hand. The only problem is, Ayame, that he ISN'T in love with me, thus, he won't get jealous." I tried to explain her. I felt so irritable and going head to head with a pregnant girl was probably not the best idea.
"Jeez, calm down, Kagome." She said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey guys!" We both turned our head to the sound of a slightly familiar voice. "Wow, Kagome, you look really beautiful today."
"Get lost, Houjo!" Ayame shouted, pushing him away.
"Don't push him, Ayame…" I said. "He's our friend." I remarked, moving her hand away from Houjo.
"Well… I'm TRYING to think of some one to make-" She cut herself off, eyeballing Houjo. With the speed of a viper, Ayame swiped up the unsuspecting Houjo and pulled him closer to me until we were nose-to-nose.
I sighed. "Ayame, I don't want to make him jealous…"
"Why not? It's the perfect plan!" She whined.
I just closed my eyes and shook me head, pushing Houjo out of my way and walking on.
Once I'd gotten out of their range, I spotted Inuyasha and Taro sitting outside of a classroom. Inuyasha was staring at me as if I had broken his heart. I assumed he and Taro had made up and were just talking to each other… probably about me.
I saw Kikyou pass me, walking the other direction. I could hear Taro calling to her… it almost made me sick.
He was going to try and help his best friend out.
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Work wasn't much more enjoyable than the rest of the day had been. It was slow, leaving me time to think about everything…
That was not what I needed at all.
"Kagome, are you feeling okay?" Miroku asked me towards the end of the night.
"Let's just focus on working, okay?" I muttered, cleaning out a coffee mug and hanging it up with the rest of our mugs.
"Right, with all the customers waiting, I'm sure that's a good idea…" He said, gesturing to our completely empty coffee shop/bakery.
"Come on," He started, leaning on the counter. "Talk to me."
I sighed and slumped down. "You remember when Taro broke up with me and I could handle it completely?" I asked. Miroku nodded.
"Well…" I shrugged. "I… I can't handle this one." I threw my arms up in the air in exasperation. "It's like I NEED him." I felt my voice start to break as I spoke. "And without him, I'm just some zombie."
Miroku sighed and patted my back. "Kagome, people will always come and go. That's just the way life goes. But, you're only seventeen… this wasn't your one time to find true love." He propped my chin up with his thumb, giving me a reassuring smile.
"You've got plenty of time to find some one new… or maybe you'll get him back." He shrugged. "Whatever happens happens."
I shook my head. "He doesn't want me, back."
Miroku cocked his head to the side. "What makes you say that?" He asked.
"Well, there was this girl, Kikyou… he had loved her for ever and he wouldn't tell me her name, but from the clues he gave me, I figured it out eventually. So, you know, we were all fine and hunky dory and then she moved back here and he started to ignore me completely…"
Miroku nodded.
"And the night I told him I was in love with him… he just said I didn't know what I was talking about."
"Well you know," Sango piped up. "Men are often very insecure about love."
She came over towards us, holding a steaming cup of coffee in her hands.
"Yea, but this whole Kikyou thing is a little confusing…" Miroku muttered. "You say he never told you SHE was this girl he loved, right?"
"Well, no." I said. "But it was so obvious and then that night she was our waitress and he was acting like I was the filth that stuck to his shoes…"
Miroku turned to Sango who just shrugged.
"Man PMS?" She suggested.
I chuckled, "Yea, he's known to have that."
Miroku shook his head. "Kagome… I think you need to have a conversation with him. This whole mess up is obviously just a big miscommunication issue."
"True…" I muttered. "But, he won't talk to me… he's best friends with Taro again and I think this is just my cue to let him leave me. Obviously we weren't meant for each other, right? If we were, we wouldn't have any problems explaining things…"
Sango and Miroku both turned to each other, shaking their heads.
"Not true at all… the reason behind miscommunication is just that he has a penis and you don't. Thus, your words come out much clearer and men often have trouble understanding that. It's all about selective hearing…" Sango said.
"What? All I heard was penis trouble…" Miroku said.
Sango slapped him across the face.
"See?!" Miroku shouted. "It's not just us, though… you girls don't take any time to try and translate what we say into your 'super intelligent language'. We do… hence the delays before speaking." Miroku said, grinning.
"Your speech isn't the only thing that's delayed…" Sango muttered, crossing her hands over her chest.
I sighed. "Guys, thanks for the help… I think I'm just going to go home now, though." I said, leaving the counter.
"Well feel better, Kagome." Sango shouted to me.
I nodded, waving goodbye and walking out the door letting the little bell jingle as it slammed shut.
It was pouring rain.
And I had come to work completely unprepared for such weather.
I huffed, muttering every possible word to describe how I felt as I walked home.
Luckily, I lived just behind the coffee shop. So, with a few cuts across yards, I could get to my house in half the time.
I just had to be carefully not to wake the Takahashi's dog up.
He was a real beast.
I let out a little sigh of relief once I'd reached my street. I made my way up the driveway, digging for my key in my purse when I looked down and saw him sitting there on my porch.
"Inuyasha?" I asked.
He looked up at me with those sad amber eyes he'd been sporting around the past few days.
"I need to talk to you…" He started.
He was completely drenched from the rain.
"How long have you been out here?" I asked. He shrugged.
"A couple hours? I don't know…"
A couple hours in the pouring rain… for me?
I sighed and grabbed his hand, picking him up.
"Come on in…" I said. "We can talk inside…"
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A/N: Hahaha… cliffhanger. But aww… I can so picture those sad little puppy eyes looking at her…
Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter by the way. I did have much fun on my cruise.
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