Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor any place, brand, band, or label I may write about.
Warning: Not much yet, a bit vulgarity maybe, other than that. it's pretty safe.
Note To Past Readers: Just to clear things up, this story has been reposted with different characters due to the Kingdom Hearts popularity has pretty much died out. For those of you already reading this story, no worries.. a brand new chapter is soon to come. Sorry about that, I'm just trying to gain back readers.
Chapter 2:
I Hate Television
Snapping back to reality...
I wake from the wary world of sleep.
It still astounds me how this thing has such an immense hold on me.
Like a chain linked to my arm, I cannot escape the phase.
Awake throughout the day, gone into the depths of a surreal memory by night.
Most kids, they cannot get enough of it.
They use the lovely drug of unconsciousness as a shelter.
Sleep is what they use...
to forget what is on their mind.
I guess you can say that an idea like that tends to back fire on a kid like me.
Instead of an escape latch,
it tends to turn into the very thing I'm running from.
I dream of her every time I fall into sleep.
I spent my whole life with this girl, I guess it's obvious she left her mark.
Yet, whatever, it's not like any of that matters now...
does it?
The phone rings,
I stumble up from my bed to the old dresser where my phone is located.
"Hello,"
my skin feels numb from crushing my face
into the wall next to my mattress to keep me from absorbing sunlight.
"Hey, it's mom,
I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be working over time,
so I left you a box of Pizza Rolls on the counter."
"Yes, ma'am."
I wonder what ever happened to mothers leaving notes on refrigerator doors?
Apparently, mine never got the memo.
Maybe I should put a sticky-note on her mirror.. so she'll have a head's up next time;
along with a remember-it's-your-son's-birthday reminder next to it.
Oh well, I'm already over it.
At least she left me that lovely cuisine of frozen pizza for me to digest.
How would I live without that?
Maybe I'd lack...
a poisoned stomach, that's how.
I flip through the the television channels.
There's some kiddy shows on,
and this disgusting reality show that no one in their right mind would watch.
It's the typical MTV program that features the "reality" of how people date.
You know, the show that is rated for all ages,
but censors out extreme boobage after the girls had a little too much to drink.
Yeah, it's that show...
so pardon me if I don't want to watch it.
I grab a poptart and head out the door.
There must be something better to do than this.
As I walk out of the house, I consider my options.
I could: spend my day enjoying a book at the local library,
or I could walk around town aimlessly and fall behind in English class.
It shouldn't take a math teacher calculating probability
to figure out what I chose to do,
an if it does, then you're obviously...
not that bright.
"Hey, Inuyasha!" I overhear someone say.
I look over to the figure walking next to me. It's Kagome.
She's dressed in cut-off jeans and a black Tokio Hotel tee shirt.
"My dearest Kagome, what are you up to?"
She smirks, obviously pleased with my witty response.
"Oh, you know, the same as you, dear;
only I am not trying to hit on girls for the luxury of entertainment."
"But what else am I suppose to do in a town like this?"
I watch as she makes a...
deformity with her face.
"Why, you look so elegant, Kagome."
"Don't I?" We laugh at her bizarre way of putting a smile on my face.
She flips her hair and blows a bubble with the chewing substance in her mouth.
A strand of her beautiful hair gets stuck.
She pulls it out and throws her gum on the concrete.
We keep walking and she...
wraps her fingers in my hand.
As we turn the corner and walk toward her house,
I feel her whole body tense up.
She jerks my arm without warning and starts walking a different direction.
"What's wrong?"
Her nose scrunches up just a little bit,
that cute way she does when she feels she must lie.
"I just forgot to pick up something from the store."
I study her face.
That fun, loving attitude is slowing draining from her lips, but...
what could she be hiding?
I decide to let it go;
she'll tell me when she's ready.
I poke her cheeks softly, where her dimples seem to hide.
She smiles and sure enough,
those small valleys inhabiting her face reveal themselves.
Her eyes peer at me intensely and her expression suddenly turns serious once more.
"Inuyasha, what do you think of me?"
"Well.. I think you're improper and clumsy.
You have a hint of vulgarity in you, and your nose scrunches when you lie.
Yet, I love you for those reasons and more."
Tears form in her eyes...
"Why do you say that? I've never measured up, you know?
I am not.. Kikyo."
The name caught me off guard, yet still, I continued.
"Is this what this is about?
Love, I don't want you to be anything like her.
You're special for what you already are. Please don't think otherwise."
"Are you certain of this?
After all, she had your heart first, not I."
What must she be thinking?
"Positive, she is not a concern of mine anymore.
I love you and no one else."
She closes her eyes and kisses me lightly.
"Thank you for that."
I walk her home,
and leave her at the front door after I am sure that she is really okay.
As I start walking back to my own house, I review everything that happened in my mind.
I play it again and again...
only to be cursed with the confusion of a fuzzy screen.
Damn messed up tracking...
I hate television.
Yet, I still don't get it.
Why would she bring Kikyo up now?
It's true, she was who I fell for throughout my reckless years of young age,
but she's gone.
She moved away with her father the day that the incident happened,
and never in my thoughts would I imagine her moving back.
I keep walking and as I reach my house,
I see someone sitting on the footsteps.
"Happy Birthday, Inuyasha," the girl calls out.
This can't be..
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