Disclaimers: I do not own Inu-Yasha….not that smart of a person to create something so awesome
Chapter Four: Whirlwind of Emotions
"What am I going to do!" Kagome shrieked. "I mean . . . now I need to find a lawyer . . . I need to talk Inu-Yasha out of this . . . I need to call the fire department . . . I need to get Hiro out of the bathroom . . . I need my mommy!" Kagome whined into the phone.
"Kagome, you need to calm down," Sango said, an annoying tinge to her voice.
"But . . . but I . . ." Kagome started, her bottom lip starting to quiver.
"But nothing Kagome! You've been going on about this for the past half hour," Sango retorted. "Now can we figure out how to fix the problem?"
"That's why I called you!"
"Okay, good, at least I know we're on the same page here. Now you'll listen and not interrupt. For the lawyer problem, you have one already."
"I fired –"
"No interrupting. No, you, didn't. Just call her and explain the situation. I'm sure she'll be happy to help you. Now, I don't believe there'll be a way to talk Inu-Yasha out of this . . . he seems too stubborn to be talked easily out of something that he has his mind set on."
"Well, sure but –"
"No interrupting! There's no need to call the fire department . . . just try and talk to Hiro."
"I tried –"
"No interrupting!" Sango exclaimed, causing Kagome to pull the phone away from her ear. "So, you got that? You need to do those things if you want your life to go back to a semi-normal pace."
"Okay, you didn't have to get all angry though," Kagome pouted into the phone. "I think you almost took out an eardrum, and I like my eardrums, how else am I suppose to he –"
"Do you got it, Kagome!"
"Yes sir, I mean ma'am, I've got it!" Kagome replied, mock saluting the air. Just as she was about to speak again, there was a knock coming from the front door. "I'll be back, Sango, someone is here," Kagome rushed out before slamming the phone back into its cradle and ran through the old house. "Hello," Kagome smiled, opening the door wide.
"Where's Hiro?" Inu-Yasha demanded, causing Kagome's smile to fall.
"Wha . . . uh . . . I mean . . ." Kagome stammered, not able to find the words. Every emotion and their brother seemed to fill her.
"You don't even know where my son is?" Inu-Yasha growled, his amber eyes narrowing greatly on her.
"No . . . I mean, yes . . . um, of course I do . . . h-he's in the ba-bathroom," Kagome stuttered, pointing towards some direction off into the area behind her. Inu-Yasha just pushed past her into the cramped hallway before taking in a deep breath.
"What, don't know how to cook?" Inu-Yasha sneered.
"Well . . . um . . . you see . . ." Kagome stammered, suddenly feeling small under Inu-Yasha's gaze.
"Also . . . you shouldn't just go around opening doors like that wench, not without asking who it is. For all you know I could have been a burglar or maybe even a gangster or kidnapper, and there you are standing there with a goofy grin just shouting 'Do whatever you want, I'm too nice to be mean'," Inu-Yasha snapped, before taking another deep breath.
'Maybe he does care.' Kagome thought, a smile beginning to lift the corners of her mouth.
"What are you smiling about?" Inu-Yasha snapped.
"Oh noth –"
"Feh, keep it to yourself, this problem doesn't want to hear it." Before Kagome could speak Inu-Yasha was in front of the bathroom door; rapping his knuckles against the rotting wood.
"Go way mommy!" Hiro yelled.
"Hiro!" Inu-Yasha boomed in a commanding tone, causing Kagome to jump back from him. "Come out of there and don't ever talk to Miss Higurashi like that again."
The door slowly opened and out emerged a bowed guilty head with drooping dog ears. Golden eyes shot back and forth between the two adults before a soft voice filled the air.
"Who's Miss He-gu-washi?" Hiro whispered. Two sets of eyes looked at him blankly before light laughter began to fill the air.
"I am honey," Kagome replied through her giggles.
"Huh?" Hiro held a perplexed look, as his brow scrunched and nose crinkled in confusion. "Nuh-uh . . . You're mommy!"
"You're right, Hiro," Inu-Yasha intervened as Kagome was about to speak again. "She's mommy, so how about you go into the kitchen and eat whatever is in there that your mommy hasn't burned," Inu-Yasha watched him leave before turning on Kagome.
"What is this? Hiro doesn't even know his own last name?" Inu-Yasha questioned, eyeing Kagome with disbelief.
"Well . . . I didn't even know his last name up until two weeks ago!" Kagome yelled. She was getting defensive and all feelings of fear and guilt were thrown into the back of her mind.
"Are you kidding me! I knew humans were stupid, but I didn't think to believe they were that stupid. You didn't even know your own last name!"
"No! . . . I mean yes! I mean . . . of course I knew my last name" Kagome exclaimed with much chagrin to how Inu-Yasha took her words. "It's just that the adoptive center said that when the time came, Hiro's . . . Hiro's . . . real parents would come for him," Kagome muttered, but still loud enough so that Inu-Yasha understood every word.
"Oh-ho!" Inu-Yasha exclaimed, enlightenment and a sense of gloating lighting in his eyes. "So you knew you wouldn't always have him?"
"Yeah," Kagome mumbled, averting her eyes to a small stain on the rug Hiro made when he first started to walk.
"Then why are you fighting the inevitable?" Inu-Yasha asked, beginning to get intrigued by this. "You knew you would lose him eventually . . . you knew you wouldn't be able to keep him when you adopted him. So why fight it?"
"Get out." Kagome commanded, pointing towards the front door.
This was her home, one that she worked hard to obtain no thanks to her dirty dumb husband. So, within her home, no one had the right to speak disrespectfully to her, even if on some cosmic plane she deserves it.
"No, I want to know why you've decided to fight a useless battle." Inu-Yasha persisted, giving her an expectant look. His mom always taught him to treat a woman right. Also, when a guest in someone else's home one should be courteous and respectful at all times. Now, if it just so happen that the house belongs to the woman hostess then you should be doubly respectful. However, in his mind, Kagome wasn't a woman at all; she was a back-stabbing old witch.
"Get out." Kagome hissed through clenched teeth, giving him a hard look; still pointing to the door.
"Tell me," Inu-Yasha growled, lowering his head so that his own eyes were looking directly into Kagome's own cold brown ones.
"Get out."
"Tell me"
"Get out. Get out. Get out!" Kagome shrieked, shaking her head as she screamed so that tendrils of hair fell from her bun. Her face became flushed with anger and she looked at Inu-Yasha like he was the scum of the earth. Inu-Yasha held a shocked expression before it became hard and enraged.
"You listen here," he started, raising a pointed finger so that it was inches from her face. "I don't give a damn what you want bi –"
"Daddy?" Hiro's voice filled the small passage of the cramped hall. "Mommy?"
Both adults snapped their attention to the narrow archway leading towards the kitchen. There stood three-year-old Hiro with a confused expression, holding up a Sonic the Hedgehog doll.
"Why are you and mommy fighting, daddy?" Hiro questioned, scrunching up his nose in even more confusion. He never saw his mommy yell . . . except at Auntie Sango . . . and Grandma . . . and the dog next door . . . oh, and the garbage disposal for eating another sock he put in the sink . . . and the computer for breaking . . . and can't forget Mr. Phone, she's always yelling at Mr. Phone . . . and at himself too . . . well, he never saw her yell at Daddy. Speaking of Daddy, he never yells either . . . except at Mommy, like he's doing right now!
"I was just asking your daddy to go home, cause mommy is really tired and wants to go to bed," Kagome explained, intercepting the question before Inu-Yasha said anything rude or crass.
"But I don't want daddy to go!" Hiro started, little pools of water starting to fill his eyes.
"I . . . well . . . It's just . . ." This time it was Kagome who was speechless; not knowing how to get out of the situation. She looked pleadingly over to Inu-Yasha's smirking face before glancing again at the young boy.
"But I'll see you tomorrow Hiro, so why don't you act like a big boy and go play in your room," Inu-Yasha suggested as he gave him a warm smile.
"B-but . . . I don't wanna!" Hiro whined.
"Now, Hiro," Inu-Yasha began, taking on a more stern tone.
"I want daddy to stay! I didn't see him all day! It was a really long time and I missed him!" Hiro cried, as tears streamed down his cheeks. His words seemed to have melted Inu-Yasha's cold exterior, because Inu-Yasha's face now held a more gentle grace in it.
"I know that buddy. I know . . ." Inu-Yasha whispered, pulling Hiro into a small hug.
"You know Hiro, if you want . . . I guess you can go with your daddy. If it's okay with him of course," Kagome added, as she gazed upon the father-son pair before her. Noting the cute way both their ears twitched at her declaration.
"You're positive?" Inu-Yasha questioned, turning hopeful golden eyes on her.
"I'm sure," Kagome nodded, before placing the palm of her hands over her ears.
'Geez, and men say women are the loud ones.' Kagome rolled her eyes at the thought as a light smile appeared, laughing at the duo of whooping ecstatic boys.
X.X
"Okay, Hiro likes to sleep with the hallway light on, because he's still afraid of the dark; even if he says no because he's a big boy. . . . He likes to be read the story But No Elephants before he goes to bed . . . here, I'll lend you my copy," Kagome offered as she noticed the confused expression on Inu-Yasha's face. She ran into the house and seemed to have run out of it just as fast. Then she handed over a brown book with a picture of an old lady, an elephant, and other miscellaneous animals.
"Thanks," Inu-Yasha said in an unsure tone before he took possession of the book.
"Great," he muttered as he began to flip through the thin book. "Trust a human to get a demon attached to such a sissy book."
"Excuse me?" Kagome snapped in a clipped tone, her brown orbs narrowed in dislike and anger.
"You're excused," Inu-Yasha sneered in a playful tone, giving Kagome a toothy grin.
"I oughta . . ." Kagome growled, clenching her hands into tight fists.
"I wouldn't do that," Inu-Yasha whispered into her ear as he stepped closer to her, causing Kagome to gasp at the sudden physical contact. "Someone's watching."
Kagome turned her head to where Inu-Yasha indicated and gave a nervous laugh as Hiro stood staring at the two.
"Mommy . . ." Hiro started, golden eyes crinkling with confusion, as in one hand he held his Sonic doll and in the other a small backpack with the necessities of the night. "Are you sick?"
"Wh-What?" Kagome sputtered, choosing to ignore Inu-Yasha at the moment and his silent laughter at the slow torture of her son's innocence and how it was affecting her. "Why would you think that?"
"Because daddy was touching your face! You do that to me when I'm sick!" Hiro spoke quickly, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Kagome blushed as an image of Inu-Yasha moments before flashed through her mind.
'Like father, like son.' Kagome thought wryly.
"Look! Look! You're red!" Hiro exclaimed, pointing at Kagome while hopping up and down. "Do you want the soup made from chickens?"
"N-n-no!" Kagome yelled, turning a brighter shade of red.
"Ohhh! You're more red! Daddy, fix mommy!" Hiro declared, turning an insistent face towards his bewildered dad. Inu-Yasha stared at him speechless before a wicked thought came to him.
"If you insist," Inu-Yasha said with a shrug. Suddenly Kagome found her body inches from the ground and Inu-Yasha's face strangely close to her own. Before she knew what was happening Inu-Yasha's face was moving even closer.
'Wh-wha-what is he trying to pull?' Kagome screamed in her mind. 'Wait! He wouldn't!'
"Pucker up," Inu-Yasha whispered.
'Oh no! He would!'
"Stop!" Hiro hollered just as Inu-Yasha was about to go for the kill. "You making it worse! Look, mommy is red . . . er!"
"So she is," Inu-Yasha said in a nonchalant voice, looking down at Kagome's crimson face.
"I re –" Kagome started before getting cut off as Inu-Yasha pulled her back into a standing position. "Why, I should –"
"Mommy!" Hiro interrupted, as he ran into her; wrapping his small arms around her legs. "Are you okay?"
"Of course, sweetie," Kagome replied with a small laugh. "Now, why don't you go to the . . . um, to your dad's car."
"But . . . but!"
"I'll be just fine Hiro. But don't you remember, you wanted to go stay with your daddy," Kagome spoke in a soothing tone.
"Sick . . . but . . . I . . ."
"Hiro," Kagome said, going down to his level, "you know I love you, and I'll tell you what. Tomorrow your daddy is going to drop you off at the bookstore," she ignored Inu-Yasha's 'I am?' question and instead focused on Hiro's bright smile.
"Then, to prove that I'm not sick, I'll just go and take you out for ice cream."
"Yay! Ice cream! I love ice cream!" Hiro shouted, jumping up and down in excitement. "Can we leave now daddy? Is it tomorrow yet?"
"No Hiro, but you know what, why should we wait until it is tomorrow? How about we eat some ice cream when we get home?"
"Yay, ice cream! I love ice cream!" Hiro cheered, excitement emanating at the thought of the cold sugary substance.
"The car is over there," Inu-Yasha smiled, pointing his son in the direction of a waiting man standing next to a limo.
"Look mommy, it's a rich people car!" Hiro exclaimed before taking off for it.
"Inu-Yasha, I don't think –" Kagome started, but fell short as narrowed golden eyes glared in her direction.
"Listen wench," Inu-Yasha hissed, taking deep pleasure in noting that she was still wincing with the reverted habit. "We are not friends, and nor will we ever be. I'm only acting nice for Hiro's sake, but other than that I don't give a rat's as –"
"Daddy, Mr. . . ." Hiro shouted, interrupting Inu-Yasha's words. Hiro turned his head back towards the limo driver, "Um . . . what's your name again?"
"Hojo, Hojo Himazakiyachu," Hojo replied with a smile.
"Bless you," Hiro said with a wide grin. "But what's your name?"
". . . I just . . . it's Hojo Hi –"
"Mr. Hojo said I can sit up front if it's okay wit you!" Hiro shouted, jumping up and down excitedly.
"Did he now, well, I think that you'd be safer in the back with me!" Inu-Yasha yelled back, before throwing a quick 'bye wench' over his shoulder as he rushed towards Hiro.
"Bye mommy!" Hiro laughed while Inu-Yasha tossed the small boy over his shoulder and climbed into the vehicle.
"Bye!" Kagome called out with a sad smile, waving weakly at the rear of the car. Brown eyes followed the expensive car as it slowly progressed out of the parking lot, and didn't avert her eyes until the car was out of sight. "Bye . . ."
X.X
'I can't believe I'm going through with this.' Kagome repeated for the tenth time that day as she recalled her earlier conversation with Miss Kimiachi. Her messy bun let out more tendrils of raven hair as she shook her head in disbelief. 'I can't believe this!'
X.X
"Ah, Miss Higurashi, I've been expecting your call," Miss Kimiachi spoke over the line as she picked up on her end.
"Of course . . . you have? But . . . why . . . how could you know something like that?" Kagome questioned, unnerved by the greeting.
"Yes, I figured you'd change your mind on that decision of custody being shared with your husband," Miss Kimiachi stated as if that were the most obvious thing on the planet. "After seeing his outrageous behavior."
"He was only surprised!" Kagome defended, starting to feel aggravated with the woman. The only reason she ever went to consult with the woman to take the case was because she read in an ad that Miss Kimiachi took cases for a very cheap price, and with her budget, she needed all the freebies she could get. However, even upon the first meeting with her, Kagome could tell that Miss Kimiachi was more towards looking for publicity than for winning a case. Yet, she still needed a cheap lawyer.
"I see . . . you must either fear him a lot or love him a lot to try and justify his actions."
"I do not love him!" Kagome proclaimed, flabbergasted at the mere suggestion.
"Then you are afraid of him?" Miss Kimiachi supplied in a tone full of confidence.
"Never!"
"I don't understand . . . what on the . . . why are you protecting your husband?"
"He's not my husband!" Kagome exclaimed, horrified that Miss Kimiachi thought that.
"He's not . . ." Now Miss Kimiachi sounded confused. "If he is not your husband, then why would you two be fighting over custody? Is he your ex-husband?"
"Inu-Yasha is not my ex-husband. He's not my ex anything!" Kagome yelled, once again glad that her little shop was not pack full of people.
"Inu-Yasha? As in Inu-Yasha Hazuki?"
"Do you know any other political figures named Inu-Yasha?"
"Well . . . this case seems to have taken a new twist."
"It has?" For the first time Kagome was the confused one.
"Oh yes, not only is there no intimate relationship between the two parents . . . but the case is against the ruler of Japan. He has every judge on his payroll! Miss Higurashi, many lawyers would tell you that this case was a lost cause . . . however, I am not like many lawyers. I love challenges Miss Higurashi, and this right here is a challenge!" Miss Kimiachi exclaimed, excitement lacing every word.
"So . . . you'll accept the job?" Kagome asked in an unsure tone. Except, she was more unsure of the fact of whether she wanted a crazy lawyer after hearing a speech like that, than the fact of her being nervous Miss Kimiachi would simply refuse the job.
"Miss Higurashi, I'll see you at the courthouse tomorrow, so be prepared for anything."
"I wonder what she meant by that," Kagome asked herself, remembering that Miss Kimiachi hung up before she got a chance to question for herself.
"Kagome! I'm back!" A loud voice sounded throughout the tiny shop.
"I'm coming!" Kagome replied, as she dusted off her blue sweater and jeans, and pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose.
"I'm sure you are," a laughing tone rang back.
Kagome smiled brightly as she emerged from the last of the musty shelves to appear in the well-lit section of the store. Her brown eyes twinkled as Sango walked away from the door with shopping bags in hand, her light brown hair in its regular high ponytail swinging from side to side.
"I see you like the new clothes," Sango commented doing a little spin in mid-step.
Kagome laughed, knowing the khaki pants and pink tee were two years old. How Sango still managed to fit in them, Kagome had no clue.
"Absolutely love them! Hate the body they're on, but love the clothes!" Kagome declared, bringing back the old familiar joke. Both laughed as Kagome pulled Sango into a tight hug.
"Oi! I'll have you know that many men have complimented the clothes . . . and the body they're on," Sango retorted with a laugh, giving Kagome a wink before heading off to the counter.
"Ew!" Kagome shook her body as her face scrunched up in disgust. "Too much information!"
"Honey, you are the queen of too much information," Sango commented off-handily as she began to pull various items out of the bags.
"What are those?" Kagome asked, curiosity getting the better of her, as she tried to peer over Sango's shoulder for a better look.
"Theses, my dear, are test samples," Sango announced with a grand wave of her arm.
"Oh my . . ."
Kagome's eyes widened as she looked upon piles of books. There was no specific type, just a bunch of random books, big-small, thin-wide, box shaped- irregular, you named it and one of the piles contained it.
"What are theses, Sango?"
"Kagome," Sango started, an incredulous look forming on her face. "You own a bookstore . . . you see books every fricking day of your life . . . what do you think they are?"
"I . . . I" Kagome stared speechlessly at Sango before she took on an indignant expression. "Of course I know they're books! But what are they doing here!"
"This is a bookstore."
"I meant . . . well . . . you see . . . of course I didn't . . ." Kagome stammered, becoming flustered.
"Don't worry your pretty pink head," Sango laughed, patting the top of Kagome's head. "I know what you meant."
"Then why'd you act like that?" Kagome pouted, crossing her arms like a little kid.
"Because it's always fun to mess with you," Sango joked as she jumped out of the way of Kagome's punch. "But, back to business. Remember the convention I went to today?"
"Yeah . . . which, by the way, how did you get in? I don't think you're Kagome Higurashi, owner of Book Palace Bookstore," Kagome commented, leaning against the counter with a smirk and crossed arms.
"Yes, that is true. However, I called in sick for Kagome and said that Sango Long would be replacing Ms. Higurashi," Sango stated with a shrug of her shoulder.
"Sango!"
"What! There isn't anything wrong with that! Besides, look at all these books that I got for free!" Sango exclaimed with a wave of her arm.
"For free?" Kagome's eyes widened in surprise. "But . . . how . . . I . . ."
"Well . . . all I did was tell a little fib here and there."
"Sango . . . you . . . you . . . book-whore!"
"Hey, now! There's no need for name calling! All I did was gain us a little advantage!"
"How? By lying!"
"No, by getting us free samples. Now instead of taking recommendations of stupid books, we can go and read theses, and see if they're really good, before we order five hundred copies of it." Sango responded, tapping the side of her head in a knowing manner.
"Okay . . ." Kagome was speechless. In theory it appeared to be a good idea. They could avoid the Cat chase Dog fiasco again, where they ordered five hundred copies of a 'popular' children's book a customer mentioned, and the book wasn't even finished and the pages were horribly drawn and written, needless to say; no one bought a copy and they had to reimburse the book company—boy did Kagome's budget take a hit that month. Yet, who would really want to read all those books even if it was to save money.
"If you agree, then why are you still looking at me like I'm a freak?"
"Mommy!" Hiro cried out, interrupting Kagome's reply. Kagome turned around just in time to catch hold of Hiro's small form.
"Hi baby, I've missed you!" Kagome exclaimed, hugging him close.
"I've missed you too, mommy!"
"Ahhh! But . . . where's your daddy?" Kagome asked, curiously peering around the store, looking for any sign of Inu-Yasha.
"He's—"
"Hiro!" Inu-Yasha shouted, as he rushed into the store.
"He's right there," Hiro pointed to Inu-Yasha's flustered form.
"Hi, Inu-Yasha," Kagome greeted, giving him a weak smile.
Inu-Yasha just strode forward as if he did not hear her, and looked directly into Hiro's gold tinted orbs.
"I told you not to run off. You scared me; I was worried something happened to you."
"But I'm a big boy. I can take care of meself!" Hiro protested with a defiant look.
"Yes, you're a big boy," Inu-Yasha chuckled, rubbing his head in an affectionate manner. "But, even big boys need help sometimes."
"Hahaha, but not me!"
". . ." All Inu-Yasha could do was shake his head in response.
"So . . . um, are you staying, Inu-Yasha?" Kagome asked, hoping he'd say yes so that they could work out this problem before the meeting at the courthouse.
"No," Inu-Yasha snapped, glaring at her before giving one last smile to Hiro. "Bye, kiddo."
"Bye, daddy!" Hiro exclaimed, waving his arms, enthusiastically. "Aren't you going to say bye, mommy?"
"Bye . . . Inu-Yasha," Kagome whispered in a dejected tone, bowing her head so that no one could see the tears forming in her eyes.
"Bye, wench," Inu-Yasha said gruffly, before heading out of the store.
'It wasn't supposed to be like this . . . why can't anything go right for me? I just want things to work out . . .' Kagome sighed, vaguely listening to Sango say that she had to go and that she'd be back after she took care of a mutt.
X.X
"Inu-Yasha, it's time to go," Sesshomaru stated before entering the car.
Inu-Yasha brushed off his words as he entered, shifting around uncomfortably in his, as he deemed it in his mind, 'monkey suit'. He took a seat as far way from his brother as he could. Hisbrain still ringing with the wench's words.
'"Inu-Yasha! Inu-Yasha! Stop you jerk! . . . why are you doing this?" she asked as soon as she reached him.'
'Why'
That's all he could think about. Why did life suck? Why did he have to go to prison? Why was he separated from his son for two years? Why did Kagome hurt him? And why . . . why was he hurting her now?
'Feh! Because she deserves it.' Inu-Yasha thought, bitterness filling every pore of him. 'You let the wench Pango . . . Sancho . . . Sago . . . Sango! You let that girl get to you! That's all.' Remembering back to yesterday when the woman decided to have a few words with him.
'"Why am I doing what?" Inu-Yasha spat, wondering why he was even bothering to indulge the wench.
"Why are you hurting Kagome? Why are you going through with this custody hearing? Why are you doing this?"
"I don't have to explain my reasons to anyone! Especially not to the friend of a bitch!" Inu-Yasha huffed, before walking off again.
"Oh no you didn't!" Sango exclaimed, before leaping into the air. Inu-Yasha had no idea what was happening as one minute he was standing up straight and the next he was flat on his face.
"Ow! You stupid wench!" Inu-Yasha growled, looking over his shoulder to glare at the woman sitting Indian Style on his back.
"I don't care if you're the second in command of this country, or the Prince of Persia or even the dictator of Cuba!"
'Yup, they really are friends.' Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes thinking back to the similar speech Kagome gave to him.
"But you will never trash talk about Kagome, especially in front of me because I won't tolerate it!" Sango exclaimed, before slamming his head into the side walk'
"That stupid wench," Inu-Yasha muttered, running his tongue over the cut on his lip she caused.
"What did you say, Inu-Yasha?" Sesshomaru questioned, glancing briefly at Inu-Yasha's slouched form. "And where did you get that cut on your lip?"
"Nothing and no where," Inu-Yasha muttered, knowing there was no way he'd tell Sesshomaru that a female, a human no less, beat the crap out of him.
"Liar," Sesshomaru snorted, resisting the urge to give Inu-Yasha a disgusted look.
'"Liar!" Sango exclaimed, "I know for a fact that you're a jerk. You do not need a brain to figure that out! And, why are you doing this!"
"Look, the wench started this, I'm just finishing it," Inu-Yasha growled, wanting to break his vow of never hitting a girl as she boxed him behind the ears.
"Let me let you in on something," Sango hissed into his ear. "You know nothing about Kagome, and I resent you for thinking you do . . . Hiro is the best thing to happen to her, and you'll kill her by taking her son away. Think about that while you sit in your big house with your expensive lawyer planning out how to take Hiro from her."'
"Inu-Yasha, we're here," Sesshomaru stated before getting out of the car. Inu-Yasha glanced nervously at the large marble building.
'Am I doing the right thing?'
Inu-Yasha watched as a taxi pulled up. Out came Kagome wearing an awful black suit and her hair pulled back into its loose bun, glasses glinting in the sun. But the glasses did nothing to hide the tired and sad look lingering in her eyes, nor the bags under the dimmed brown orbs. He watched as Kagome threw him a shy look before walking up the stairs and all Inu-Yasha thought to do was giveher a clinical expression, while wondering when he has ever seen such a morose looking Kagome.
"I don't think I am . . ."
A/N: All right, there you have it! Finally I've gotten chapter four out. I'm sorry for the wait, I didn't realize that school would be taking up so much of my time. But, I hope you enjoy it, and before I give my thanks, I would like to ask the reviewers, well you actually, if you guys would like the court case to last one chapter or have it drag out to be three. You decide. Now thanks to theses people who reviewed and alos to the ones who didn't but read the story. Here are the special ones:
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