Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha.
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The whole next day, Inuyasha had that same smirk on his face every time I saw him. It was driving me nuts even though I was pretty sure I had already guessed who it was.
"Figure it out yet?" he whispered to me in the middle of class.
"I already told you who it was," I protested quietly.
"Sure you did," he said, rolling his eyes sarcastically.
"It's Kikyo and you know it!"
"I'm pretty sure I know who I want to kiss, Kagome."
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the teacher, ignoring him to the best of my abilities. All of my will power failed as I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye. He was chewing on the back on his pencil intently, trying to make it not so obvious that he wasn't doing any of the work. His eyes were pointed down under the desk where he was texting Miroku from. How did I know it's Miroku? Because he's the only one that Inuyasha finds important enough to text during class. He used to text me all the time but now I'm not even sure he has my number.
I glanced at his current message. Miroku had asked, "Have you told her yet."
Told who what?
I shook my head of my curiosity and got back to my work, once again, trying to ignore Inuyasha with the best of my abilities.
Maybe he meant Kikyo… I thought, trailing off.
I once again shook my head. After all, it was none of my business who or why he liked her.
Knowing I wasn't going to be able to work anymore, I put my books back into my bag and got out a blank piece of paper. I wrote down a question and passed to Inuyasha.
(Kagome, Inuyasha)
Are you going to tell me if I'm right or not?
Maybe.
I sighed as I wrote down another question and handed the paper back to him.
Am I close?
Maybe.
Is that the only word you know how to spell? I had wrote, getting aggravated.
Maybe.
I crumpled up the paper, waited until the teacher wasn't looking, and then threw it at Inuyasha's head. It hit straight on. I smiled, he glared.
I shot Inuyasha my best innocent looking face and he rolled his eyes. It always worked and I'm guess it probably still does. He always gives in. Always. The big, bad Inuyasha never bows down to anyone…Anyone, that is, except me. I have a power over him that developed over time…That developed with our friendship and as we grew older, that power got stronger. He can never say no to me when I don't want him to…At least when we are on good terms.
"You mad?" I mouthed, playfully.
"Maybe," he mouthed back.
I shook my head, disapprovingly and looked at the clock. It was one minute until lunch. When the bell rang I picked up my stuff and headed for the door but someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around to see Inuyasha.
"Eat with me at lunch?" he asked.
I smiled but nodded as we headed to lunch together.
All lunch period we were in our own little world, not paying any attention to any of the other people around us, mostly catching up on the years that we missed together.
"Oh, and you didn't guess her," he said after a long pause.
"Huh?"
"The 'mystery girl' as you call her; you didn't guess her."
"Who else could it be though…I mean there is only two other raven haired girls who are around you a lot."
"Then it's probably one of them," Inuyasha teased.
"You're going to tell me one way or another," I threatened.
"I'm so scared," he said with a blank face.
"Shut-up," I said, hitting him playfully. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah." He sighed. "You're not going to guess her though."
"And why is that?"
"Because you're dense," he said like it was no big deal.
"I am not!" I protested, loudly.
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"SHUT-UP!" Sango yelled.
I turned and looked at her.
"When did you get here?" I asked helplessly.
"Um, the beginning of lunch. I've been here the whole time but you and your soon-to-be-boyfriend were fighting or talking or whatever to notice."
"He's not my 'soon-to-be-boyfriend'!" I shouted.
"Sure he's not. That's why for the last 20 minutes you've only noticed that he was the only one alive?" she asked, smirking.
"What do you expect? We haven't actually talked in forever," I pointed out.
"You still could have acknowledged us."
I sighed, turning back to Inuyasha.
"Are so," I muttered, going back to our earlier discussion.
"Whatever."
We both started laughing. This was feeling so much like old times, and, for once, I couldn't feel any hurt in being around him. I wanted to just sit and talk to him like this forever. I wanted to looked into his amber eyes and know exactly what he's thinking. I wanted to smile and laugh and be happy. I wanted to be near him. Our bond was slowly mending back to the way it was before high school. The way it was before my life was made a living hell. Before my life had no more Inuyasha.
It was like that though, all the time. I didn't notice it before, but now it seems like the most obvious thing in the world to me. Not being with him, not being at his side, not being able to talk or laugh with the guy who's always been there…it killed me in a way that can't be described. Our bond, our hearts, our lives…they didn't totally break or fall completely apart, 'cause if they had…I don't think either of us could still be here today, talking, laughing, having fun.
I know now, that our lives…without each other they are merely a thing that can only be spoken. An object that can never be found, simply because it doesn't exist. All those things that come in pairs…the things that can never be seen apart…that describes us. Us as in both. If you take away one…you're breaking the other. It might have been fate that we were torn apart, but it was destiny that we be brought back together…
We, us, together, inseparable…Me and Inuyasha.
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There are only a couple more chapters in this story. It's coming to an end very fast, but if you liked this story you should check out the other ones I'm currently working on…
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