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Move On
Chapter 9: Tears
It was late at night and the crickets were chirping their songs. The grass ruffled outside, along with a few of her planted shrubs. She looked at her black watch with a skull placed in the center of it.
'12:00 am' it read.
She looked over at her calendar; it was Friday already. She stepped into the bathroom for a moment, lifting the lid all the way, leaving the rim bare. She walked over to the fridge, pulling out an ice pack. She then placed a trashcan and bag next to the couch. Her clock started to beep by now. She turned it off quickly, lightly jogging over to the entrance of the apartment.
She heard someone trying to place a key in the key slot, with no progress being made. She opened the door and in fell her mother, her cheeks rosy with booze. She leaned on her daughter, arm hanging loosely over her shoulder. She smelled horribly of scotch and sake, she couldn't stand the stench. It burned the inside of her nose with such a scorching hand that she could almost feel her nose bleeding at the slightest whiff.
"Hey honey, what are you doing?" she slurred. She didn't reply. She knew what was coming as she led her into the restroom.
Her mother immediately pulled her hands to her mouth, her cheeks turning from pink to green. She threw up her drinks, making revolting heaving sounds. Kagome leaned against the wall behind her mother, waiting for her to finish her first round.
She led her to the couch after that, fetching the ice pack for her head.
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Why had he done that? He felt like a coward. He couldn't believe that he, the greatest player in every sport he was in, the hottest guy in school, had run away from a girl.
But she wasn't a regular girl, no! She had deeper meaning. Like a dictionary, she had several significances in her pages.
He still felt pathetic. The days had cycled back to Tuesday, the day he had run away, and he still couldn't gather up the courage to go and talk to her. He wanted to so badly, but he couldn't even talk to Miroku anymore.
He had almost disappeared out of his life after that day. He didn't catch him at lunch or after school. He was probably spending his time with Kagome, and he felt alone, like she had picked up a bigger magnet and attracted all the people that mattered. He needed the lonely feeling he hadn't felt in so long to go away.
And he knew exactly how to get rid of this stupid feeling.
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The rain had started up; the dark crystals fell from the heavens and onto the soil. She looked over at her watch; it was pretty late, but she knew her mother wouldn't be home till tomorrow. She was probably going to sleep at the office to avoid the cost of gas.
She stood up from her drawing desk, walking over to the refrigerator to put some ice packs for Friday. She lazily shuffled her feet back to her room and closed the door; she always felt safer that way.
She heard footsteps as she was about to lock her door.
'Mom?' she asked herself.
She marched out into her living room, stunned by what she saw.
InuYasha stood in her doorway, looking down at his crimson hand. He smelled unpleasantly of rancid alcohol. She was about to reach out and drag him to the laboratory to throw up like her mother, but he looked up at her before she could do so.
His eyes were glassy with cheep beer. She frowned at his pathetic demeanor. He smiled crookedly at her. Walking over to her, he flung his body onto hers. She kept her arms protecting her chest and her right leg pressed against his pelvis.
He giggled as he pushed her to the wall and pressed himself against her.
"How did you get in here without making a sound?" she asked the intoxicated boy. He just smiled at her, waving his bloody hand in front of her.
Her mind jumped into action once she saw the hand a little better. He was bleeding from his nail; splinters speared through the flesh of his fingers. He had scratched through the door, forgetting to avoid the slivers in his drunken state.
Before she could say anything, he crashed his lips against hers. She pulled her lips into a thin line, not letting him touch them. He tried to force the kiss further as he drug his hands up her body. She could feel some of the blood from his hand on her cloths.
She pushed him back with her forearms and her right leg. He fell flat on his back, hitting his head on the counter on the way down. She spat on his shirt and walked over to him. She pressed a socked foot onto his chest, her hand raised in a knife.
InuYasha saw what was coming next and he didn't want to fall into the black world of dreamless sleep. He struggled to get her foot off his chest, but she was stronger than she looked. She quickly bent down before he could struggle anymore and hit his neck joint. He heard the cracking sound again and then everything melted into darkness.
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It wasn't dark anymore, the night had gone and it was bright in the room. He sat up and looked over his surroundings. This reminded him of the first time she had knocked him out. He felt the same way, but… why was he feeling so shitty and how did he end up in this room again.
He looked down at one of his hands that had felt soar and a little numb. It was wrapped in bandages that looked like they could use changing.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Ugh! And why was his head pounding so terribly.
He walked out of the room and into the living room. He saw his attacker; she was standing behind a man in a white work suit. He was hammering out the door hinges.
She turned to look at him. Her brow was furrowed.
"You can take an hour break for lunch now," she smiled thankfully to the worker, who smiled back at her. He got up and walked out the door-less entrance. As soon as she was sure he was gone she walked over to InuYasha.
He swallowed hard, the grin hadn't left her face since she had started it. Once she was face to face with him, she lifted her hand and slapped him across the face. A small echo hung in the air for a moment, his face turned to the side with his eyes wide.
"What the hell! You are such a nuisance! I've put up with your bad behavior till now but you broke down my damn door! I can't believe you! What the hell were you thinking when you did this! No wait, you weren't thinking a fucking thing! You were too smashed out of your mind to be thinking anything! God damn you and your prep ways!" she spat at him.
He healed his face for a moment. He didn't think she could hit so hard. He had been slapped many a time before, but never by anybody with quite so much fire.
He looked up at her with a confused gaze. He didn't understand what he had done, but his head heart like bloody hell.
"Humph! There's some hangover juice on the counter; drink it all and then come over here. We need to talk," she said, going to the door for a moment then walking over to the couch.
He did as he was told. He walked into the kitchen and drank down the glass with an egg in it. He had never had this before, but by the time he had drank it all, he hoped he wouldn't have to again. It tasted horrible! He could taste the raw egg the most out of the damn concoction. He wanted to puke it back up, but couldn't force himself to do it.
"Stop trying to throw it up! Come sit here," she yelled to him from the couch.
Once he was set on the sofa, he looked up at her. Her cheeks were flushed with anger, her eyes, as deep as they were, were sparking fire.
"Tell me what you did last night," she commanded. He crossed his arms over his chest, though immediately pulled them to his side. His chest was fired with pain along with his joints.
"Why should I tell you," he spat out.
"Because you broke my door down," she said, finally gaining back her composure. He swallowed again.
"Why did you break my door down?" she asked again, calm kind eyes clashing with his nutmeg ones.
"I don't know, I was drunk," he replied, shifting his eyes.
"Why were you drunk?"
"Cause I was."
"You're paying for my door, Kid-o."
"What! Why the-" she cut him off by placing her finger on his lips.
"Go and sleep. You're probably still tired from lack of sleep, you were crying most of last night," she replied a certain kindness or maybe even… pity in her voice.
He woke up in the middle of the night, still too intoxicated. He looked over at Kagome's sleeping figure. He shifted unintentionally. She jolted up. rubbing her eyes she asked:
"What's wrong?"
He smiled; her voice was drowsy, but still gentle, like the first time they had met. she looked over at him, standing now.
"I'll leave you alone," she breathed as she began to walk away. But as soon as she touched the door he began to cry like a small boy. She turned around, startled by his sudden outburst.
"Please don't leave me! I don't want to be alone," he cried. He held his fist up to his face to scoop up his tears, most of them landing on the bed. Some of the tears being soaked up by the bandages.
She looked over at him. Was that why he was here? So he wouldn't be alone? After all, being alone was terrifying. It left one in a state of hopelessness, left by one's self to live or die.
She walked over to the bed, cooing so he'd calm down.
"Calm down, I won't go anywhere," she said as she placed a hand on his throbbing back. He looked up at her through misted eyes. He leaped into her arms, hoping that she'd embrace him. She was startled for a moment, but in his current state, she knew he wouldn't remember.
"Promise?" he asked her in a small voice.
"I won't leave you now," she said. She couldn't keep a promise to never leave him, but she wouldn't leave him now at least.
She cradled him in her lap, petting his hair as mothers did.
"It's okay, I won't leave you now," she whispered into his ear. He kept crying, but none of the tears landed on the bed. He wanted to cry, it was the right thing to do. Well at least, that's what his mind was telling him to do.
InuYasha was asleep now; she had time to clear her head. Keeping this secret was a must. She couldn't let anybody know about this. She would go for a walk and then a nap. That's all she needed.
I know, I hate it when InuYasha cries too. But I though it would be dramatic. And I promise not to make him cry as much as in my first fic. Well, please read and review!