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Move On

Chapter 7: Fly Away

It hurt, his neck hurt a lot. He couldn't remember that last time something hurt so bad. Was pain really supposed to feel this bad. His stomach felt like it was filling up some creature that ate away at his organs. Leaving an emptiness of sort. He wanted to reach up and touch the tender part of his neck, but the pain had dripped down from his neck to his shoulders and along his back.

He soon heard the shuffling of cards and the chatter of girls.

"I still can't believe you knocked him out, and what exactly did you snap in his neck? It's swollen!" an unfamiliar voice complained, flipping a card or two.

"Oh please, his a half whatever they are. He'll be fine. And it's his own damn fault, ya know. He shouldn't of snuck up behind me, I'm near sited for god sake!" an all too familiar voice ranted. 'Higurashi sure don't talk the same way with every one…' InuYasha thought dismally. He shifted a little, loosening the pressure on his shoulder.

"But this is InuYasha Takashi! He could sue you for like a budillian dollars! Or … or-"

"Or he can crap his pants and run home to his groupies," she replied dryly, throwing down her hand, "I couldn't car less if he was the damn emperor, he's just another face," she said, lowering her voice, in almost a sorrowful way.

"But you know that more then anyone else, don't ya kid-o?" she said, tossing three cards at InuYasha.

He sat up slowly, taking in the seen. There, next to Higurashi, was a girl with a dark outfit. Her auburn hair was pulled back tightly, her bright brunette eyes surrounded by dark makeup.

Her eye's almost resembled Higurashi's, but Higurashi always went on far longer.

"Don't call me kid-o," he spat out solemnly.

"Heh! Don't be so snot filled, I could have left you on the roof to bake," she scoffed. The girl next to Higurashi, giggling slightly at her reply.

"Kagome, your being really bitch to the guy you almost left quadriplegic," she laughed. 'Kagome,' he though, 'that's a nice name.'

"Sango, my dear friend, life's a bitch, I just add to its true… what would one say… flavor?" she smiled dazzlingly.

InuYasha blushed; he couldn't help feeling like a child again. They wore making fun of him. But not about his heritage like he was so used to, but of him in general. He'd never been attacked like this before.

"Okay, okay, I'm out of here. My pop is ganna drop a pie out his ass if I don't get home. Kiss, hug, see ya tomorrow," Sango snickered as she walked out the room.

"You know, if your going to look away from your assaulters, you should do it with a little more dignity," she frowned.

InuYasha twirled his head quickly, snapping something in the progress. He ignored it, he had to get something off his chest before he left.

"You are such a… a bitch! You know that! What the hell did I ever do to you! You keep just stabbing me! You-"

"Oh shut up! Please! You asked for it! Since when is the all mighty pop stare an emo!" she snapped back.

He jumped off the bed, pressing her against the wall. She never flinched though, she never backed down. She always looked directly at him, eye's piercing eyes.

"I asked for it, I asked for it? How the hell did I do that Higurashi?" he snarled.

"When I told you to leave me alone, how did that register, basterd! When I tell you something it an't like in the cartoons, when I say no, I mean hell no!" she blew back. He pressed himself against her small body, holding her shoulders tightly.

"You piss me off so damn much, how do we always end up in these situations, BITCH!" he barked.

"Then just let me disappear," she breathed. They were so close know, he could feel her breath on his face. It smelled like raspberry, tart but sweet. He could see know, more then before, how parched her lips were, the dark circles that crowded her eye behind her broad lenses.

But those eyes… those eyes that he saw when he looked into the sky, that he missed when he looked into Kikyo's eyes. They fallowed him in every corner of his life.

"Get out of my face and out of my room… right now. I never want to see you again, you understand me," she said, her voice cracking a little as she stared him down, her eye's gaining a distant shine.

He stood there, not moving, just staring at her. He didn't want to leave; he wanted to keep gazing at her eyes. He couldn't though. He needed to leave. She had to cool off before he made his next move. He would be back to take her breath away.

He let go, walking to the door. He closed it behind him. Soon after, he could hear the sound of ripping and tarring. Stomping echoed in her small place, he could only guess what she was doing.

He didn't see her the next day, or the next. He didn't see Sango either. But it was okay. He knew he would eventually see her. But was she cooled down enough for him to see her? Would she slap him or try and hit him again? Or maybe she would slap him like Miroku? He didn't know, but he was starting to fear her a little.

She was tuff and edgy. Nothing like he'd seen before… but it made him wonder. Why was she so stubborn? Was it some past relationship? Was it her nature? Maybe she was just pure evil and enjoyed tormenting him?

He couldn't figure girls like her out. They thought too much. He never knew she could always be a lesbian. But there was something about her that didn't seem… bent in that way. Sure she was… masculine, but still. She held something that was so pure that it was like finding a diamond in a pile of coal.

He came back from his thoughts as Kikyo started un-buttoning his white shirt. She kissed his lips briefly and passionately. She pressed her small body against him, running her hands up and down his bare chest.

"InuYasha, what's wrong baby?" she asked in a seductive tone. He looked down at her, she was boring. The same. She was normal, like everyone else. She had the same look in her eyes that mirrored those of all teens. They were new, shallow, unknowledgeable. He missed looking at the eyes of someone different, someone who would argue with him.

"I'm tired, I'll see ya later," he said, buttoning back his shirt as he got up from the floor. He wanted to think some more.

"Okay, see ya later," she breathed, not knowing what was wrong with him. He was starting to bore her as well.

"You know what, I won't see you later. Bye," he said, walking out the door casually. She sighed. This wasn't a grate loss. She'd find someone new by tonight, she guessed.

She sat silently in her room, looking at what she had done. She had broken the picture of the boy who was trying to steal her affection. She couldn't understand why he was trying at all. She wasn't pretty, she wasn't mottle thin, she didn't even know who any of the pop ideals were. She was no were near the standard of what a pretty person looked like. She wasn't nice to him, but yet she could see him begging for her in those eyes. She wasn't so out of touch with her female side that she couldn't tell when a man wanted her. But she didn't like him… she could be in denial.

She had fallen for someone once, but they had left before she could let her feelings bloom. She had regretted not telling the boy she liked him. But, as soon as she told herself she liked a boy, she could let go of him easily. It was much easier to let go of someone with the knowledge that you liked them. She didn't know why this technique worked so well for her.

'I guess I do like him…' she thought somberly, sucking at a splinter that had begun streaming.

It was times like these that she wished she could draw wings on her back and just… fly away.

How was that? Okay? Maybe no? I don't know how I'm ganna make a comeback after a fight like that. But I will progress! Thanks in advance to all whom review, it really helps to motivate me