My Favourite Mistake
Chapter 4.
The pretty rain kept falling while she danced.
The music lulled her into it's melody and her steps blended, perfect like the rain. Her eyes were closed, but she never stumbled, never fell.
Her hair was up on top of her head, pinned there messilly to be kept out of her face, but a few stray locks still tumbled out.
Her feet barely made a sound as she moved around the room. The tight tanktop and shorts were all she needed, despite the slight chill in the air. She was lost in the melody.
She used to come to this building when she was younger, standing outside the tanned window and watching as the graceful girls inside floated around like swans.
She never did go in, but when the place went out of business, she came almost everyday. The door has been nailed shut, and the windows were locked, all except the one in the back that was broken when a small gang broke in to see if anything usefull had been left behind.
She was thankfull that they never noticed the built in stereo in the wall that she left covered by a tattered blanket. And all the mirrors were still intact.
She hasn't visited the place in a while, but now that she had, she couldn't help but feel that things would be better now. This place had felt more like home that any others she's been to in years.
The song ended and her chocolate eyes slowly slid open, lazily looking around the room, before widening.
There, in the corner of the room, stood Kagome, clapping.
"I've been wondering where you've been sneaking off to for the past few weeks."
Rin blushed, lowering her head in embarassment at being caught. "I'm sorry, I guess I should've told you."
"It's alright," Kagome said as she walked over. "You're good." She said as she handed Rin a bottle of water.
"Thanks." Rin answered, taking the water. Grabbing her bag from the dusty floor, she turned for the door.
"You know," Kagome said as she looked around the room. "I used to go here before."
Kagura popped her gum and flipped the last card.
Looking up at Sango, her blood red eyes were mocking. "He's just using you for sex."
Sango growled, slamming her hands against the kitchen table. "Damn!" she growled. "Isn't there one descent guy in this world?"
Kagura chuckled. Taking a long pull on the cigarette dangling between her fingers, she blew the smoke out at the crimson red roses on the table. "Nope."
Sango glared at the flowers, then at Kagura. "You could just be making this up."
Kagura rolled her red eyes, before replying. "The cards don't lie." She pointed at the deck. "Why would I?"
Sango smirked, knowing she had this one. "Because I was right about you and 'Houjou' and now you're mad."
Kagura's relaxed expression darkened as she glared at Sango. "I am not." Taking another pull on the cigarette, she blew the smoke at Sango this time. "Plus, I never liked him anyway."
Sango laughed through her cough fit as she waved the smoke away from her face. "Yeah, right!"
"Fine." Kagura said. "If you don't believe me, lets see what 'Lover-Boy' is doing now, shall we?"
Sango shrugged, a bit warry now.
"Kanna!" Kagura screamed. A few seconds later Kanna appeared, her mirror in hand, silent.
"Show Sango what her date is doing right now."
Kanna walked over to the table, and placed her mirror between two females. Touching the crystal on the mirror, she closed her eyes. The image in the mirror shimmered, and in a few seconds a male appeared. Sango gasped. He was holding someones hand, and in a few seconds, a cute blonde was shifted into the image as well. He kissed her, and she returned it. A few seonds later they dissapeared into the building, into an appartment, and into a bedroom. Before he had the chance to pull the skimpy shirt off the blonde, Sango growled pushing her chair away from the table and breaking the connection in the mirror.
"That bastard!" she muttered under her breath. Her eyes connected to Kagura's as she said "He told me he loved me!"
Kagura shrugged, pulling again on her cigar. "Maybe he does." She said. She looked into Sango's angry eyes before adding. "But the kind of love you're looking for, hun." she looked again at the cheap roses on the table. "It doesn't exist."
Miroku and Hiten looked at the person in front of them in disbelief.
"We're moving again?" Hiten roared.
"But I just finished unpacking my things!" Miroku added, not at all pleased with the idea of having to pack again.
A man with short blonde hair and brown eyes looked at his two adopted sons. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."
HItens red eyed blazed in anger. "What do you mean there's nothing you can do? You can tell your boss to go fuck himself! We had to move five times in the last two months!"
Miroku nodded his agreement, absolutely unimpressed with the idea of having to leave his latest girlfriend behind.
"You know I can't do that. It's my job. If I have to move, then you have to move. So we're moving. This conversation is over." The blonde man turned and walked away wondering why his wife had ever wanted children. And now after her departure he was stuck taking care of them.
What did fate have against him?
Inuyasha walked into his room, dropping the bag on the floor and walked over to the stereo. He looked over a few Cd's close by, popped one in and dropped on his bed with his eyes closed.
He was beyond tired and his arm hurt like hell. He was pretty sure it was broken this time. Knowing no one cared, he sighed, hoping it would heal over the weekend.
As he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts wondered back to new girl.
He was intrigued, but so was almost everyone in the school.
The principal sure got a nice impression, and Kouga was probably still in shock, but every one else was fascinated.
Clearly, her reputation wasn't even slightly off.
But it was great knowing that at least someone had the courage to stand up for themselves. He looked at his broken arm and sighed.
God knew he wasn't one of those people.
Rolling over on his side, he winced as his arm pressed against something on his bed.
Looking out the window, he closed his eyes.
Thank god it was Friday.