A.N:

How was my little character chat at the end of the last chapter? Mine aren't that funny, but I gave it a shot. Would those interest you? And to those people who aren't reviewing, I hope you have a good reason why. BIG THANKS TO MY ONLY REVIEWER. This quicker update will be in your name. Kinda. Yeah.

Various plot holes I hope you'll overlook or will be cleared later.

1- Bankotsu is Japanese. Or can I just say he isn't?

2- Kikyo never pulled the tarp off over the piano, when she sits to play. Let's just say Hisao took it off.

3- Maybe not a plot hole, but there's only one setting in the whole story so far, hence the name but, that's kinda boring. Hopefully that'll change soon.

TGS- Chapter 4

She could hear the rain bicker at the road, as Kikyo hurried home. She was thinking about Inuyasha, could he really prove to be endearing friend? Could a lasting friendship really be based solely on music? Or was she being to dramatic.

Deciding on the later, Kikyo whisked away her thoughts and focused on getting home.

"Ah, there you are." Kagome's voice cut though the rain.

"Yes."

Kikyo stepped into the hallway, and up to her room. Putting her stuff down, she went down to greet Kagome properly.

"Hello."

"Hi, Kikyo." She paused, "So where did you meet that rude kid?"

"Inuyasha?"

"Yeah, that's him." Kagome made a face.

"I suppose he came into the Tea Gardens and then heard me play. For the whole week, he came to hear me, and then finally I called him out of the trees. Strange though, that he thought I didn't notice a daily listener…"

"Oh, that's movie like."

"Is it?" Kikyo smiled.

"You don't like the guy do you; he's got major attitude problems…"

"I suppose I could say we are friends, no, not problems," Kikyo paused to think," More like he's a little rough on the outside."

Kagome looked at her strangely. Was she defending the weirdo?

"OK, so I'm going to order pizza, what kind do you want?"

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The next day, instead of music, Inuyasha had gym. Meaning he wasn't supposed to bring his guitar in. He wondered if he could get it later, before going to the Gardens, but then she would wait for him, or want to go with him. No one needed to see his house, he concluded, and brought it anyway.

Right after school he was meet with the same crew from the day he saw Kikyo. Obviously following him, he started to walk faster.

"Aw, you scared?"

"'Lil rich boy is scared!"

"Gonna run back to Japan?"

Gritting his teeth, he turned around, the boys behind him not stopping. One of them, the leader it seemed, picked up a few rocks and was throwing them absent-mildly in the air.

"What, gonna fight?"

"As if, dog-head."

They laughed cruelly and soon all them had rocks in their hands. The leader came in front and frowned, then smirking, finally ending with an evil laugh.

"Japanese scum!"

Inuyasha felt cornered, defenseless, and above all angry. But he couldn't do anything! He cursed silently and watched as the leader, or so he thought, looked around and saw … no one. The leading boy curled back his arm and listened to the encouragement from his posse. He smirked, "You Japanese dog!"

"Bankotsu!"

All of the boys whirled around to see the intruder.

"Kikyo!" Inuyasha called out to her, then realizing his position, cornered like a stray dog. She looked at him and smiled, he turned away abruptly.

Bankotsu growled, "Damn."

He then turned to look at Inuyasha, "Your lucky you're a friend of hers, or you'd be dead, like you shou-"

"Bankotsu! " Kikyo coughed loudly, and started to advance towards Inuyasha's former position. He, it seemed, had already ran somewhere, not wanting to see her come to his rescue. Inuyasha… she thought sadly.

A fierce glare in place, her cold demeanor seemed to haunt Bankotsu and him and his friends walked away.

"I'm warning you, Bankotsu!" Kikyo called to his back, her voice low and dangerous.

"Tough chick." He muttered, not turning around. Kikyo narrowed her eyes; strangely he started to watch faster, even though he couldn't see her stare. Maybe he could feel it.

Why the hell was he here? In San Francisco? People clearly didn't want him here, he could tell. Inuyasha was sure he could beat the crap out them all, except his father would be none too pleased. He didn't want face Kikyo, let alone thank her. When Inuyasha was in a mood, he wouldn't think straight. He figured to go somewhere he knew, besides the dreaded home. So he went to the place Kikyo would most likely go to.

The Gardens.

There was a bench away from the piano, overlooking a small pond of some sort. Throwing his bags down, he grabbed a fistful of rocks and lied down on the bench, putting one of his legs in a sit up position, the other straight and under the metal handrail. Absent-mildly he began to throw the rocks into the water, and watching the large ripples fade away. After channeling his anger into the water, he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

It's about time I get some fricking peace!

Kikyo put her hand to his chin, pondering possible location of the frustrated teen. Somehow she felt she should find him. He was new here, the only places he could go were, school, home, the gardens, - The Gardens! When people were hiding, didn't they go to the place no one would look in? Making her way to the Tea Gardens she only hoped he would be there.

Seeing his bags thrown lazily on the floor, she felt a wave of relief. The guitar was there too. A wave of happiness, he must have wanted to play the new song with her. Kikyo scanned the clearing and smiled when she saw a foot poking out of the bench and a white head of hair sticking out the other end. Then realizing she didn't want to talk to him either, Kikyo sat herself down at the piano and began to play various arpeggios in major keys. It looked like, he wasn't coming out. That reminded her of the first few times they met, she thought they were finally breaking some ice.

His ears twitched and a familiar scent danced around his nose. Inuyasha opened his eyes to meet a bright blue sky. Turning his head he was met with Kikyo playing arpeggios. She must have noticed him, why didn't she say anything? He stared at her, and to their horror and pleasure, they couldn't tell which, they meet each other's eye. She stopped to look at him. Inuyasha wouldn't look away now.

Should she ask if he was alright? No, that would be insulting. What to say?

" Inuyasha…" she had his undivided attention, " Why did you leave?"

He turned away, to hide the fact that he didn't want to answer the question.

" None of your business! Bug off!'

Kikyo eyes smoldered, she didn't look at all hurt, but she was a little un-nerved at the fact he refused to open up to her.

" I thought we were fri-"

" You thought wrong!" Inuyasha snarled at her.

Kikyo effort at kindness vanished in a instant. Replaced by a cold demeanor set with a icy look she rose rapidly from the chair.

" … Fine, but I didn't think wrong."

No longer wishing to remain in his company, she walked towards the bags.

" Kikyo!" he called out to her, rising from the bench. He stratched the back of hean, and curved his back. Awwardly and reluctuctly he spoke.

"Wait, I guess…" he paused, not wanting to the word to slip out, but the giving in, " you though right." He finished hastily.

She stood frozen. She knew she heard right, Inuyasha had just, with great difficulty, said she was right. Kikyo walked back to the bench and daintly sat down again, and watched him stand. Inuyasha obviously did not know what to do. Smiling, she tried to coax the answer out of him in a soothing voice.

" So why did you leave?"

Inuyasha looked at her, why would she ask again. Then again, why not? Little did he know, she already had a faint idea of it all, but wanted to see if he would answer. He was frustrated and angry, and he looked so helpless. He didn't want the closest person he had to a friend see him like that. Let alone relieve him of his tormentors. In the end after a uncomfortable silence, he didn't answer. Instead he flashed her another question.

" You gonna play the new song?"

Kikyo sighed but she agreed.

A.N Short chappie but, I figured out my writing rhythm, I can write about 1000 words a day. At that pace that would be one chapter every few days. How many word per chapters would you say? I hate to give you guys a serious chapter, but the next few chapter should be light and fluffy. PRAY FOR A SCENE CHANGE!