My Favourite Mistake

Chapter 6.

She didn't love him, that she knew.

But when he came to her, with her work, looking tired and bruised, she would wonder.

And everytime she'd find herself in a close by park, sitting under a shaded tree, with his head in her lap.

And she would listen to him talk about everything and nothing all at once.

She would play with his ears, knowing no one else did.

He would confess things to her.

And she would say nothing at all.

She refused to talk about herself, her life.

Mostly, her work.

He asked her once.

"What do you do?"

And she told him.

"I'd tell you."

With a smile.

"But then I'd have to kill you."

Though, it did not reach her eyes.

'I remember his eyes." she thought. They were the perfect blue. Not too dark, not too light. Just perfect.

She could still remember his face, his laugh. He was her first... Everything.

She could close her eyes and feel him next to her, whispering his line in her ear. "It's just lust."

'Of course' she was supposed to reply. 'What else could it be?' should be her question. But she could never force those words beyond her lips. So she would close her eyes and pretend he never said them either.

She would lie to herself.

She'd tell herself he loved her.

Because she already knew she loved him.

She'd loose herself in her illusions.

But when the time came, it was either him or her.

And she was so young and scared.

Too innocent to die, she thought.

So when he fell asleep, she put a gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger.

She watched the News Reporter anounce that it was suicide.

And on the other side of the screen,

She'd watch her bloody hands and cry.

She loved him still.

Miroku wondered if he shouldeven bother.

To unpack, or not to unpack, that is the question.

Who knew when they would move agian.

But he had a plan this time.

Now all he needed was a job, and to convince his step brother to do the same.

Though, that shouldn't be a problem at all, he thought.

Concidering their mutual hatred for moving.

Walking over to Hitens room he walked in, not bothering to knock.

Some rock band was playing in the background as Hiten threw a tennis ball against wall.

Walking over to the stereo, he lowered the volume, just enough to be able to talk to Hiten.

Sitting on a chair by the bed, he announced. "I have a plan."

Hiten's red eyes slid towards Miroku, and the tennis ball fell on the floor, no longer the subject of interest.

"Talk." Hiten answered.

"You don't want to move again do you?"

Hiten shook his head no.

"So," Miroku started. "We have to get jobs."

Hiten snorted.

"Look, in about two weeks, we both turn 18, when we're 18 we can rent an appartment on our own, and we don't need a parent with us. He can move all he wants, but we can stay here!" Miroku told him, his eyes shinning.

"You know Miroku," Hiten said sitting up on his bed. "I think for once you might be onto something."

"I loooooove shopping!" Some blonde screached, jumping up and down.

"Yeah, but I love shopping mooooore!" A red head interupted.

"No! I love shopping more then you and you love shopping!" Another blonde put in, crossing her arms across her chest.

"No you don't! I looove sho-" The first blonde was interupted by the red head.

"You know what's better then shopping?"

For a second they all froze, and just a moment later, a highpitched shreak went around the yard.

"BOYS!"

Kagome shuddered at the anoyance. Some people just didn't know when to shut up. Pulling her backpack higher on her back, she glared at the people standing in front of the school doorway. Smiling, she watched them scatter out of her way. She almost felt popular.

The classes were mostly a bore, but she had a few important tests to take, plus she was getting really tired of playing dress up for Naraku everyday.

Just before school got out, it started to rain. Kagome sighed, knowing Rin wouldn't be home when she got there. And they had no food.

Despite the crappy weather, the supermarket was packed with people. Pushing a cart around she dumped random items inside, her mind on other things. She didn't see him until almost the last second, and almost fell over trying to stop the cart from hitting him.

"Inuyasha!" He spun around, facing her. Clutching a few packs of ramen in his hands. "What are you doing here? I didn't see you in school today."

He smiled guiltily, and shrugged the question off.

She continued her shopping trip with Inuyasha by herside, talking quietly about everything.

Somehow, they ended up back at her house, with her heating up the water for his ramen as he watched her from across the table.

"I have an idea." She told him, ripping the plastic wrapping from around the food. "Lets play 20 questions while I cook?"

"Sure." he shrugged. The rain seems to have gotten worse.

"Okay I'll go first." she told him. "Are you a virgin?" She had a twinkle in her eye. Teasing him.

"Yeah." He said, looking out the window. Of course he was. He's never even kissed anyone before her.

"Alright, you ask." She told him. She bend over, pulling a bottle of coke from the fridge.

"Are you?" He asked, focusing his attention on the girl in front of him. He knew the answer however. He could smell it.

"No." She told him. Putting the coke down and pulling out two glasses.

"What are you afraid of?" she asked him, her eyes catching his for a second before darting away.

'Loosing you.' he thought. But all he said was. "I don't know. I never thought about it."

She nodded, looking through the cabinets.

"What are you afraid of?" he questioned back, watched her hand freeze for a second before continuing.

"I don't think I'm really afraid of things." She told him, never once meeting his eyes. "I don't particularly like spiders, or snakes. But I'm not afraid of them." She was lying and she knew it. And he knew it too.

"You're lying." She looked at him, startled. "I can smell it."

Sighing, she answered again. "I'm afraid of trusting people. Of getting close to someone. Of falling in love, I suppose."

"Why?" He asked her, his eyes searching hers.

"Because," She told him, closing her eyes and trying to forget the perfect blue eyes that still haunted her. "Every time I fall in love with someone," Her blue gray eyes slid open. "They die."

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