To Clear the Air

XXVI. Courage

Two weeks.

Twenty days.

And Yuusuke had not failed to appear once during that time. Kagome was ready to either tear her hair out, scream at him, or cry. Or maybe some combination of all three. She had spent four years trying to get him out of her mind. She had moved across town.

And yet—and yet—he still wormed his way into her life. And she didn't even know it.

Kuwabara Kazuma.

She really should have just assumed that anyone with spiritual powers in this time were connected, it would have been that much easier to deal with.

XXVII. Hello Duckie, Reprise

Finally, on the twenty-first day of him camping outside her apartment door, she found courage.

She threw open her door quick enough that he fell backwards into her modest one-room abode. In the face of her best and (oh, who was she kidding, really?) terrifying glare, he offered only a bemused look in glazed eyes.

"Urameshi Yuusuke," she began, hands on her hips, "what are you doing? I mean, seriously! This is stalking! What sane person does this!?" Well, as she reminded herself, there had been Kouga. But he was hardly sane.

But he only grinned. "Duckies again, really, Kagome?"

XXVIII. Closet Sadist

She huffed and plopped down across the kotatsu from him. This time her glare was more real and less of a mocking one as he whined. "If you'd turn your default setting away from pervert this wouldn't always happen, you know."

He winced, more for show she knew, as he held the ice bag against his face more firmly. "You'd think you'd know better than to wear skirts around me by now."

Her eyes softened for a moment, remembering better memories, before she narrowed them again. But she had a feeling he caught her moment of weakness. "Sadist." She huffed.

XXVIX. Let's Talk

He set down the ice bag and looked directly at her. His cheek was unblemished just as she knew it had to be, given his heritage, but that wasn't why she looked away from his unwavering gaze after only two seconds. "Look, all I've wanted to do is talk. It's long overdue, don't'cha think?"

She had always been a stubborn person, and he brought it out in her worse than Inuyasha did, but even she had her limits. And she couldn't even remember why she was so against having a simply conversation with him anymore.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

XXX. Renew

"Really?" He sounded genuinely surprised. "That easy?" She couldn't stop that smile that came over her face at his boyish look as he scratched the cheek she had punched earlier. "You know, uhh, I wasn't—"

"It's OK," she cut him off before he could go into his rambling. He was almost as bad as her with that. "You're right. I've been…unreasonable. And we should really clear the air and be…friends again."

"Friends, huh." He sounded as hurt as she felt saying that word. "Yeah, I guess."

"We were friends once, before…" And maybe it'd be a place to restart.

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