Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha.
The next day, Saturday, I was on my way to Inuyasha's house to practice for our little scene from Romeo and Juliet. I knew everything that I would have to say for that, would be a total and utter lie. Sure, at one point in time, I would have died for Inuyasha's sake, but that is all past tense and once again, things have changed.
I knocked on the door and after a moment Inuyasha opened it and let me in. I knew his house almost as well as my own because when we were little I used to always be over here, and his mom used to think of me as her daughter just like I thought of her as a second mom.
"So do you have the script Ms. Omoshi gave us?" he asked as we entered his room.
"Right here," I said, holding it up for evidence.
I skimped through the half-page script.
"You have the easy part. All you have to do is lie there dead while I kill myself."
"How fitting," he said as if he was back in that time.
I laughed, truly laughed and felt happy but yet at the same time, scared.
"Okay let's rehearse, but I'm not kissing you until the day of because it's required then," I stated, absolutely dreading that part of the scene.
"Alright," he said as he took out a fake sword, lied on the ground, and held an empty cup in his hand.
Holding the script, I began.
I go up to Inuyasha and kneel beside him.
"What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. Oh churl! Drink all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips; haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with restorative," I paused and he opened his eyes at the sound of me not talking. "This is where I'm supposed to kiss you, but I'll just skip that for now."
He nodded and I turned back to the script.
"Yean, noise? Then I'll be brief. Oh happy dagger!" I grabbed the fake sword. "This is thy sheath," I pretend to stab myself with the fake sword. "There, rest, and let me die," I say as I fall onto Inuyasha's body and pretend to die.
"Wow," he said as I got off him.
"Good thing that it's pretty short. We can just get in, get it over with, and get out."
He nodded in agreement.
"I bet Sango and Miroku are going to be so happy when they find out we have to kiss," I notify him.
"Yeah, they've been trying to get us together for 3 years now; when will they see that we will never be a couple?"
"Well, as soon as tutoring is over, we will never even have to talk to one another," I remind him with both happiness and sadness in my voice.
I always find myself thinking about the what ifs and this, is no different. I keep thinking about what will happen if we do become friends again. What if we become more then friends like we used to be? All these what ifs, with no answers to be found in any place but the future. Everyone and anyone can see Inuyasha and I as a couple at this point in our life, and wouldn't be surprised if we wound up together. The only ones who would be surprised would be us because we don't even want to do a kiss for play. The only thing I don't understand is that when we were actually a couple, way back when, none of our friends could believe it. They never thought, not for one minute, back then that we would be a couple, but now, with the unwritten rules, it's almost a law that we become a couple.
Lives are full of what ifs and we just have to wait for them to happen or to not happen to figure out the answers.
Inuyasha and I have known each other since we were born. Our mothers grew up together; therefore, we grew up together. We used to have a tight bond, but somewhere along the line, it went haywire.
In kindergarten Inuyasha used to always stick up for me no matter what other people thought and I would do the same for him. Now that I think about it, it's always been that way before high school.
We used to have fun together, and sit around just talking. We were both as open as open books around each other. We could tell each other anything and not get judged. We loved each other as family and treated each other so. We were inseparable and knew each other better than anyone else. We felt empty without the other one there and sad when we didn't to one another even though we weren't right.
That's how it used to be. I would give anything to have it back to that way were I didn't have to keep anything bottled up because I could open up to him. He was always there as I was for him, and he made me feel like I was the most important person in the world. We had a bond that was thought to be unbreakable, but it wasn't and we know that all too well.
If I could go back in time, I would 't change a thing to alter how we are now, mostly because we would be what everyone else wanted us to be…a couple.
Sango said that the past can be easily forgotten and even more easily forgiven. If so, then why is this so hard to just be around him after what happened?
I think the past is just as delicate as a freshly fallen snow flake, one wrong move and it's gone, melted forever just to be forgotten by ever one else.