Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Sealed Lips
The seagulls lazily flew over the lolling waves of the sparkling blue ocean. The waters washed over the powdery sand of the coast. The warm eight o'clock sun hung over the surface, casting lukewarm sunshine. Everything seemed peaceful and tranquil until . . .
"MIROKU!!"
Inuyasha jolted awake, sitting up abruptly. He was in the middle of the most wonderful dream until Miroku just had to pull a stunt.
"MIROKU YOU BETTER GET OUT!!" Sango literally roared.
He heard the pounding of angry footsteps and heavy objects being thrown at the wall. Then, a tremendous, painful slap echoed throughout the beach house. The hanyou flinched at the noise. He had no clue how the monk always managed to regain consciousness after being slapped by the mighty Sango.
Inuyasha glanced around the attic. It was empty.
Was last night a dream? Was the zombie Kagome Higurashi really in his room last night?
The idea itself sounded stupid. He could still feel the wintry touch of her hand, and remember the gorgeous hazel eyes that stared deeply into his own.
"Is this like your personal alarm clock or something?"
The hanyou almost fell over at the smooth feminine voice. He looked up to see Kagome coming in through the French doors from the balcony. She was still in her cheerleading apparel, long white legs bare and slender and the same sweet smile on her pale face.
"Every morning," he sleepily answered, trying to conceal his excitement.
She stifled a giggle behind the back of her hand. The zombie girl stalked over to the door and pressed her ear against the closed door only to hear screams and nervous chuckles.
Inuyasha shoved his bedspread off his body and stood up to stretch. "Ow, my ribs hurt," he muttered, rubbing his stomach.
Kagome turned, smiling. "From getting up?"
"Yeah."
She laughed lightly. "I call them Sleepy Sit-ups."
"They hurt a lot when those two wake you up."
"Word."
They laughed in unison. 'Word' was such an old expression to teenagers nowadays.
Inuyasha went in the bathroom to wash his face until there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, Inuyasha!" Miroku called from outside the room. "You awake?"
The said hanyou sprinted out of the lavatory and looked at Kagome. She put a finger to her lips and slipped out to the balcony, shutting the doors quietly behind her. Inuyasha had no clue what she was doing, but he opened the door to reveal a monk with a glowing red handprint on his cheek.
"Oh, I thought you were asleep," Miroku said.
"Not with all that screaming going on," the half demon snapped.
Miroku brushed past his tired friend and leaned against the armrest of the couch. "But it was worth it. Seeing Sango in only a towel just made my day." His lips formed a perverted grin.
"You are such a stupid lecher, I swear," Inuyasha grumbled.
"I do what I can." Miroku stared at the silver-haired hanyou.
Inuyasha felt uncomfortable under the suspicious violet gaze. "What?" he asked uncertainly.
"You seem different," the monk stated slowly, narrowing his eyes. "What exactly did you and Sango do last night?"
The hanyou threw a punch at Miroku's head, leaving a bump on top of his skull.
"You dumbass!" he shouted. "Get out!"
Ignoring him, Miroku pushed himself away from the sofa and headed for the balcony. Inuyasha's golden eyes widened.
Kagome's out there! he thought. "Miroku, wait a second!"
But he was too late.
Miroku opened the French doors and stepped outside. "What's with you, man?" He leaned against the railing, arms crossed.
Inuyasha paused at the doorway. Where was Kagome? She wasn't out on the balcony, or on the sturdy roof. He looked all around the platform, but the zombie cheerleader was nowhere in sight.
Miroku followed his friend's gaze. "What are you looking at?" he questioned.
The half demon snapped out of his trance and put on a stern face. "Nothing," he lied. "Get out."
The monk sighed. "You may have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, my friend," he dramatically said.
"No, you just woke me up early, asshole." Inuyasha crossed his arms.
Miroku shrugged and wordlessly walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
The silver-haired man glanced around in wonder. Where on Earth did Kagome go?
- - -
Warm waters slowly crept over the dark brown sand, falling back after reaching its limit. The fine silt was smooth with small pebbles dotting the surface.
A rocky cliff overlooked the beach, a perfect place to go cliff-diving into the blue water. Just underneath the face of the precipice was a shaded cove.
The stone walls were coarse with its dusty brown granite. Powdered sand served as a soft carpet on the ground. A long piece of driftwood served as a natural bench.
On the wood sat a raven-haired cheerleader who had been missing for ten years. She was very thankful that the beach house was not too far from the bay. The small cove was approximately the size of a bedroom, and the only person who knew the whereabouts of it was the one and only Kagome Higurashi.
Usually, she came here to think and organize her cluttered thoughts. Sometimes, she'd fall asleep on the lukewarm sand by the driftwood. Now she was hiding. Why? She had just blurted out her deepest secret to a half demon.
Why did she do that? Why didn't she hide here instead of staying there?
Inuyasha, she thought. Why does that name sound so familiar?
He was about eight years old when she had disappeared, but she'd never laid eyes on a silver-haired demon, let alone a half demon.
A footstep in the sand caught her attention. The sound came from outside the cove. But whoever the person was, they wouldn't see the cave entrance because it was completely blended in with the rest of the coal black rocky walls.
She had a feeling that the mysterious character was Inuyasha. She knew that there was an unlikely possibility that he'd sniff her out. Her scent smelled of the salty ocean and the small grains of sand.
Kagome unwillingly edged towards the hidden doorway and peeped around it.
It was Inuyasha all right. But it didn't look like he was searching for her. He was staring out into the sea, his large eyes glaring against the blinding sunshine. The humid ocean breeze caused his long pallid hair to gently dance. He was still wearing his big white T-shirt and red sweats and his feet were bare. He looked as if he were mulling things over, lost in thought.
She watched him, and he watched the waves. Something about him made her want to hold him in her arms. He had the amber irises that held unwanted loneliness and sadness.
Oh no. Kagome felt her heart pumping rapidly. Could it be possible that I . . . love Inuyasha?
Sorry this chappie was kinda short. Things are starting to get interesting with Kagome and Inuyasha, eh? Well, until next time I update, review please!