My Favourite Mistake.
Chapter 10.
Miroku waved at the group of girls that were ogling him from the nearby table. They giggled and blushed at being discovered, but didn't stop their studying of him.
He paid for his drink, told the cashier she was pretty, got her number, and left for school.
It was still too early, but he wanted to have time to study the place, since it was his first day in a new school. After school, he'd probably have to go looking for a job, but he would worry about that later.
Hiten said he'd meet him at school, and stormed out before Miroku could ask him where he was going. With Hiten, you just never knew.
The cross light flashed the go sign, and he walked unhurriedly forward, not very excited about entering yet another school. Taking a sip of his coffee, he decided he really had no choice.
But hopefully, this would be the last one for a while.
He rounded the corner and saw it right away. It was huge, even for a school. It was also rather ugly, for something so big. If anything, it looked like a prison more then a school. If it wasn't for the people running around in uniforms, he would've thought it was one for sure.
He looked down at his own ripped jeans and faded gray t-shirt.
Well, that was going to be a problem. Taking another sip of his coffee, he headed forward. There was probably still half an hour before classes started, so he'd have enough time to snoop around until then.
It was even uglier up close, he decided from the front steps.
The dirty white paint was peeling, leaving behind blotches of red bricks in plain view. If the building was human, it would've looked like some sort of disease.
Sighing quietly, he shook his head, reaching his hand forward to pull on the from door, he stopped when he heard shouting coming from the side. Looking around, he noticed people heading around the corner of the building.
Curiosity was second nature to him, so he let his hand drop back to his side, heading towards the source of the noise, following a group of girls that seemed to know where they were going. Their short skirts swayed as they walked, and he was temporarily distracted from his mission.
However, as they got closer, voices got louder, and though he couldn't see what was going on around the big circle of people that had formed, he could hear it. There was a fight.
Always intrigued by the promise of a good fight, he snuck between people, accidentally brushing against some girls on the way. Coffee in one hand, he got to the front.
A boy with silver hair seemed to be taking on the whole football team. He almost dropped his coffee in shock.
"Hey." He nudged a red-haired girl next to him. "What's going on?" he asked her.
She looked at him briefly, then smiled, looking him over again, appreciatively. "Inuyasha's fighting the football team." She told him huskily.
Miroku watched as two guys went straight for him. He knocked one out of the way, but the other got him from behind and he stumbled to the floor. "Why isn't anybody helping him?" he asked her.
"Because he's a hanyou." She told him shortly, distaste colouring her voice.
Miroku looked at her, surprised. "So?" he asked. He didn't notice the boy on the ground look up at him briefly, doggy ears twitching slightly in his direction.
"So he's a HANYOU." She repeated, looking at him in confusion. Didn't he understand?
Miroku blinked at the girl, and then looked back at the boy currently getting kicked around by four guys at the same time.
"Hey!" she yelled as he shoved his coffee into her hands, struggling to hold it without spilling it on her uniform. "What are you doing?" she yelled after him.
But he was already gone.
Coming up behind one guy, he tapped him on the shoulder. The guy turned around, only to have Miroku's fist connect with his face. Before anyone else had a chance to react, he punched the guy next to him as well, while the boy on the ground pulled one of them down, and kicked the legs out from the last one standing.
Unsteadily, he climbed back to his feet, panting slightly. "What are you doing?"
Miroku glanced at the silver haired boy, then back at the not so happy members of the football team. "Helping you. No one else seems to be." He told him briefly, before someone charged at him. He side stepped while the hanyou stuck out his foot, sending the guy flying to the ground.
"Oh." Inuyasha said, rotating his wrist and testing for damage control. "Thanks."
"No problem." Miroku smiled, light violet eyes twinkling. "Let's do this then."
Inuyasha nodded.
Kagome was watching TV when someone knocked on the door. Putting the remote down, she walked over, pulling the short shorts down into their proper place. Turning the lock, she pulled open the door.
There stood Inuyasha, one arm wrapped around a boy she's never seen before, the other holding his side, blood seeping from between his fingers.
"Oh my god!" she yelled, pushing the door open and pulling them both inside. Both of them seemed beat up, but only Inuyasha was bleeding this badly. Pushing the door shut after them, she steered them towards the couch. Inuyasha plopped down with a wince.
"Rin!!" Kagome yelled without moving her eyes away from the hand holding Inuyasha's side. "Rin get over here!!"
Rin ran out of her room, an oversized t-shirt billowing behind her as she ran. "Holy crap!" she stopped at the sight in the living room. "What the hell happened?" she asked.
The boy she's never seen before grinned. "We took on the football team." He told them.
"And?" Kagome pressed, still eyeing the wound.
"Kouga pulled a knife." Inuyasha finished.
"That asshole!!" Kagome fumed. Then "Let me see it."
"No." He told her.
"Let me see it." She repeated.
"No." he told here again, eyeing the ground.
"Inuyasha…" she warned him.
"No." he repeated stubbornly.
With a grown, she jumped on him, pushing him down on the couch, straddling his waist. "Yes." She told him, pulling at his shirt. It was ripped all over the place so it gave way easily. Once the material was removed, the blood flowed more freely. "Oh Inuyasha.." Kagome whispered, her eyes tearing up slightly as she saw the full extent of the wound.
"You idiot!" she added a second later. "I would've kicked you myself if you weren't so beat up already!" she growled. "You should've told me! I would've went with you!"
"No." he told her stubbornly. Her eyes flashed.
"No?" she asked, gritting her teeth.
"No. I didn't want them to hurt you." He told her, pointedly ignoring the other two people in the room who were making uncomfortable coughing noises.
"They can't hurt me! I can take care of myself just fine." She told him, but most of the steam was gone. She glanced up at Rin, "Could you bring me some towels and some water, and a few bandages from the bathroom?" she asked.
Rin nodded and ran to get them. Miroku followed.
"Oh Inuyasha..." she sighed, slumping slightly. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Whatever you want." He told her, taking her hand in his. He smiled slightly at her confused face. "You told me to fight them, and I did." He closed his eyes, and seconds later he was unconscious.
She looked at his still bleeding wound, then back at the hand that was still holding her own.
Maybe they needed to set some boundaries, before he got himself killed over something she said.
When he woke up, his wound was bandaged, the TV was off, and Kagome was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, on the other side of the room. She was reading a book, though he couldn't see the title, since her hand was blocking it.
He sat up slowly and she looked up at the movement. "You're awake." She stated.
Right away he could sense something was off. Reaching forward with his hands, like he always did when he wanted her to come to him, he waited.
Slowly she rose from the floor, folded a page in her book, and put it down. With slow, precise steps, she came up to him, until his hands could almost touch her. The she shook her head.
His head tilted to the side, in confusion. He did everything she wanted. He fought them. Was she mad?
"Kagome?" he asked hesitantly.
"We can't do this anymore, Inuyasha." She told him sternly. "You're getting too attached to me. You're going to get hurt over the things I say and do. You can still stay here, but don't touch me anymore."
His arms dropped back down to his sides, his eyes full of hurt, of rejection. He dropped his head too.
She wanted to cry in frustration, because once again he though it was because he was a hanyou.
"Hey." She said, hooking a single finger under his chin, lifting his head up so she could see his face. "Inuyasha, listen to me. It's not because you're a hanyou. Not even close. I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?" she asked him, looking directly into his eyes. "Do you understand?"
He shook his head.
She fell to her knees in front of him, wanting to scream in frustration. Taking a deep breath, she looked back up at him again. "You can't touch me all the time, because you'll get attached. And you shouldn't do that, because, trust me when I say, I'm not a good person to get attached to." Her eyes flashed with something he didn't understand, maybe memories. "I'm just trying to make sure you don't get hurt." She told him.
He fell to his knees in front of her, and she looked up at him, startled. His arms were around her before she could react, and when she tried pushing him away, he only held her tighter.
She knew she was hurting him, but he wouldn't let go. Finally, she stopped struggling, going slack in his grip.
"I don't care if I get hurt." He told her. "I love you."
Hi!!! New chapter. I'm actualy not sure where this is going, I'm still trying to figure it out, but I got the basic idea, and I'm just going with it for now.
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