Disclaimer: Okay, I've decided that in my hyper state, I would sing the disclaimer. Ready? Ah-one, ah-two, ah-shed-a-li-di-da-le-doo(forgive the spelling): Who's the owner of Inuyasha? (Who? Who?) Who's his owner, oh me. (Who, who, who?) Who's the owner of Inuyasha? Who, oh, who, indeed? Her name is R-U-M-I-K-O! Yes! She's the owner of Inu. (Inu) She's the owner of Inu, and I envy her so, so. (So, so, so)
AN: ;; Please ignore the weirdness in my disclaimer. I was on a sugar high when I wrote it and I'm too lazy to change it.
AGE:
InuYasha:
19
Kagome: 18
Kouga: 19
Naraku: 19
Miroku: 19
Sango:
18
Kaede: 65
A Dark Past
Chapter Eleven: The One Question Game
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"Oh, hell, no!"
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Kagome felt crappy. Worse than crappy. She was tired. But, putting on the most real looking and cheerful smile she could, she walked on over to the horrified hanyou and extended her hand so he could take his tray.
Instead, however, his expression hardened and he narrowed his eyes in a vicious glare, "I still want to know exactly why you're here."
Kagome's wrist snapped back so fast, some of the juice in the cup sloshed onto the softly carpeted floor.
"I told you! I here to take care of you- - -"
"While Miroku's away. Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah to you, too. But details. Where is Miroku?"
"He had urgent business, so he turned to me to take care of you while he went away for a short time."
Inuyasha's eyes glazed with suspicion, "How long is this short time'? Where is his business? What is his business? If it doesn't have to do with a girl, than I don't think it's that important to him."
Kagome looked like she was having trouble keeping back a smirk at that comment, "What makes you think that?"
"I know how his mind works. . . ." he folded his arms behind his head and let his eyes droop in a lazy fashion.
"Is that so?" her bright blue eyes twinkled with mischief as she sat at the foot of the bed – his breakfast tray on a nearby stand seemingly forgotten.
Inuyasha didn't even bat an eye at the added pressure near his feet, "Yep."
"You sure. . .?" Kagome smirked at her own devious plan of annoying the hanyou.
"Yeah. . . actually, I think so. . . I know he groped every nurse at least once."
Kagome did her best to keep from doing from doing what was called the face fault'.
"He didn't grope me. . .!"
Inuyasha merely shrugged indifferently, "He gives the new nurse and female employees at least a week to adjust before he attacks."
"Great," Kagome groaned, "Now I'll be watching my back and looking over my shoulder every tem seconds."
"Didn't I just say that he won't strike for a while?"
"And what happens when that while' is over? What happens next week?"
Inuyasha finally opened his bright amber gaze to look her in the eye, "He won't do anything serious – I already told you that. He'll wait awhile."
"Oh. . ." she practically squeaked, "Now I feel better. In only a few days I could have a stalker."
"Then again," Inuyasha mused, "he only does it to pretty girls."
"E-excuse me? You can't believe I'm that unattractive!"
"Mm, maybe."
Kagome swallowed the insult that was burning her throat when she saw the playful glint in his eyes.
"Uh-huh, and I suppose you're not ugly."
"Wh-what? Ugly! Keh! Shows what you know. Girls kill for this face."
Kagome snorted, "Really now?"
"Yep."
"Mm-hmm. Keep dreaming, dog-boy."
"A dog-boy? That's the worst you can come up with?"
"Either that or lowlife." Kagome blinked innocently.
". . .You suck at name-calling, anyone ever tell you that?"
"Nah, no one really cared."
"Nice. . . any chance I could get you to. . . maybe go away?"
"Ha! Nice try. I'm not that easy to get rid of."
Inuyasha's response was a groan, "How long are you going to torture my poor ears?"
"Long enough. . . Hey, Inuyasha?"
"Wha?"
"If- if you don't mind, I'd like to know something."
"What?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
Inuyasha groaned again, "You just did."
"Another."
"Whatever."
"What. . . exactly. . ." she stopped, hesitated, thought the question over, and began again, "Why are. . . you here?"
"Not a subject to be touched." Inuyasha snipped bitterly.
"Of course, I totally respect that!"
"Keh. . . it's not even my fault. . . ."
"What? What isn't your fault?" Kagome murmured back.
"She did it. It's her fault."
"Who?"
"Keh. . . a friend, you could say."
"A. . . female. . . friend?"
"Yeah." His answer was so quiet, Kagome had to lean forward to catch it.
"Was she pretty?"
"I guess."
"Was she smart?'
"Not too much."
"What did she look like?"
Inuyasha turned to look at her, "Didn't I tell you that it was an untouchable subject?"
"Can I at least ask you something and get a truthful answer?"
His glare was one of suspicion.
"One question, one answer." Kagome promised.
"One."
"Okay, did. . . did this girl. . . um. . . well, okay. Can you tell me, when you trust me, what happened?"
". . .Yeah, sure."
Kagome bounced excitedly, "Do you trust me now? Enough to tell me?"
"One question, wench." Inuyasha teased.
"But. . . but. . ." Kagome opened and closed her mouth, much resembling a fish.
"I already answered one question, isn't that what you promised?"
Kagome suddenly slammed her jaw shut, and Inuyasha could practically see the light bulb blinking above her head.
"What?"
"Okay, we'll play your game."
"What game?" Something in her head must have broken. . .
"Every time I bring your meal, you answer a question. One question."
"What! I won't do something so stupid as that!"
"Or else." Kagome continued, ignoring his rants.
"Or else what?"
"Or else you won't get your meals."
"Keh! That's abuse, wench."
"And I'll let you call me names."
"What do you mean names?' "
"Exactly what I said, you can call me. . . wench."
"Keh! I'll call you whatever I want with or without your approval."
"Than no meals. You'll starve."
"Fine!" Inuyasha barked, "One question. One!"
"I knew you'd see it my way." Kagome sounded like a purring, content cat as she stood up.
"What way' are you talking about?"
"Let's change the subject: did you know I've been here for half-an-hour?"
". . .That was it? That's all the time you've been here? I could've sworn it was longer."
"Time to go." Kagome waved as she left and shut the door.
As she walked down the halls to the cafeteria, she smiled a genuine smile.
'He cheered me up. I felt crappy, and he made me better.'
It seemed true, a luster loomed around her and she felt she could fly to the moon and back.
'He's different, but maybe we could be friends. Maybe. And maybe he'd trust me enough to tell me more about what happened. I don't want him hurting like that.'
"I find myself wanting to know him. Weird. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, Miroku. . ." Kagome softly muttered as she entered the noisy cafeteria.
Maybe. . . and maybe not.
'Maybe I could bring something fun for him to do sometime, too.'
Maybe.
He probably wouldn't appreciate it, but she felt it was the right thing to do.
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Sorry, it's short. I know it is. But it's better than nothing, right?
Ja ne!