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Chapter 3:

Cookie Dough.. Bites

I stood there.

Frozen in place, like a deer

that had just encountered a speeding car heading directly its way.

I felt paralyzed.

I bet my heart even stopped, expecting to sound its alarm

alerting a stroke.. a heart-attack...

a disruption to my brain.

"Inuyasha, are you okay?"

I take a deep breath..

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

After my blood starts pulsing back through my veins,

and I take hold of myself once more..

a huge grin takes over my face.

I take her in my arms, fuck if I care what she thinks of my actions.

All I know is..

My insides yearn for this.

She giggles.

"I missed you, too. My parents moved back. Can you believe it?"

I listen to her smooth, soft voice and remember what I had missed so much before.

I crave to take it in, put my lips to hers, and steal it for myself.

Darling, I'll throw out the rule book, so please..

can I take your breath away?

God, I could write a romance novel..

with these thoughts and words tangled in my head.

It's really quite disgusting. This hidden talent is used to pick up old women,

not normally used for teenage kids.

So, I try to push it aside. I don't want to sound like a freak.

'Can I take your breath away?' - please, I practically sound like..

a psychotic mass murderer!

"You're so quite.

Not the Inuyasha I recall."

I smirk.

"Kikyo, there's nothing to worry about,

I'm still here. I'm still the same."

"Well, that's a relief! You had me worried!

So tell me, how has everyone been? Is Sango still with that... perve?"

"Yes, she's still with Miroku.

Everyone seems the same to me, but then again,

I might have grown and changed with them as well"

We talked,

caught up on everything each other may have missed.

Hours went by of us sitting on my front porch, not even entering the house.

I could do this for eternity, I thought.

Maybe if I go inside, just for a second, I could..

break every clock in the house in two.

Can I stop time?

.. I could try.

Still, it didn't work. No, not at all.

Reality smacked me in the face as I watched the the hands of the clock quicken,

instead of stopping all together.

It spun, out of control, making hours turn to seconds..

I wanted to eat my words and thoughts up just then and keep them from escaping.

.. I surely must have jynxed myself!

There was no stopping it.

I watched the world before me keep going,

as if it were mocking me for ever thinking I could possibly take things into my own hands.

I sat there and the story unraveled;

there was nothing I could do, other than to watch it unfold.

I looked as a girl walked by

and a strand of her beautiful black hair was clinging to her cheekbone

by the salty water streaming down her face.

What the fuck have I done?

Kagome had seen us the whole time.

Sure, I didn't technically do anything that would have been wrong of me to do,

but still, she saw.

Her eyes watched mine, and she knew all she had to know;

Those eyes of mine gave me away.

They admitted guilt and held the clarity and truth she had desperately tried to push aside.

I still loved Kikyo;

this girl that stood before me knew this,

after all she had always been able to tell every smile and every thought that ever crossed my mind.

This lovely Kagome knew me all too well.

So tell me, what do you do when the past comes back and haunts you?

I had put it all behind,

yet still, she's back and I can't keep myself from feeling this way.

Is it really my fault?

What the fuck should I do now?

I can't seem to keep my head straight with all this to think about

and so little time to do it.

Kikyo is whom I share a past with,

years of memories and life lessons we endured.

I could have never made it out without her, she's who made me into who I am now.

But still, there's Kagome.

She's so imperfect, it's gorgeous.

She pulled out the duck tape, and mended my pieces back together.

A dilemma like this could..

break me if I make the wrong choice.

Ennie. Meanie. Miney. Mo. Here. It. Fucking. Goes.

I looked over to the girl with the teary eyes.

She'd always been so skilled at hiding any sign of vulnerability and such emotion.

Yet, her human body had failed her.

I could see the hurt I had caused her and it killed me.

The guilt inside my lungs ate me alive.

like lung cancer that I couldn't excape.. I had to breathe the words out.

"I can't do this."

I guess sweet things come with a price.

Eating too much chocolate will only make you sick to your stomach.

My life is no different.

Kagome and Kikyo.. it's too much to fucking take in.

Want to know a secret?

I should've listened to what my mother told me when I was little..

Too much cookie dough...

bites.

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