I'm so sorry I haven't updyears in five years! Here's a short chapter to try to get back in the swing of things!
Kagome sat as far back as she could on the couch opposite of the hanyou, eyes wide on disbelief as he finished his confession.
"What are you thinking?" Inuyasha's voice rasped out breaking the silence that had enveloped the apartment.
When she didn't answer, her eyes transfixed to the city lights outside her apartment window, Inuyasha reached across the space between them causing Kagome to shrink away from him even more.
He scooted closer to her on the couch after a few moments had passed, his eyes neverleaving her face as he reached for her hand.
"NO!" Kagome'a voice boomed as she jumped from the couch as if she had been burned.
Inuyasha's ears flattened against his head, his heart racing with fear at what she might say next.
"You need to leave," Kagome finally found her voice, albeit an unsteady one.
"Ka-"
"I said leave!"
Inuyasha slowly stood up on unsteady legs gathering his belongings up his arms. Kagome didn't move until she heard her apartment door slam shut behind him. She grabbed the first thing she saw-the vase with the flowers he had brought for her- and hurled it at the door. Then she picked up the phone and called Sango.
"Hey sweetie, what's up?" Sango's happy voice chirped through her cell.
"I need you," Kagome voice broke as the first few tears threatened to fall. She didn't even bother hearing Sango's reply as she snapped her phone shut and collapsed into a sobbing heap on her floor.
Inuyasha didn't know how long he had been wandering the darkened streets of Los Angeles, he was trying desperately to quell the burning in his eyes while his throat threatened to cut off his oxygen supply and the sensation of his chest collapsing inward on itself. He knew the reasons why he never visited, why he never wrote, why he didn't call. But now that he knew Kagome was on her own his heart and mind had warred over the decision to tell her what had happened all those years ago. He knew what had held him back: fear. Fear of her rejection, fear of loosing his best friend and yet somehow he had managed to do all these things because his emotions had finally won out that evening and look where it got him.
Inuyasha stopped walking and finally took in his surroundings. He noticed a bar across the street and made his way over to it. He hesitated at the door wondering if drowning his problems was really the best solution.
"Fuck it," he muttered pushing the door open.