Forbidden Attraction

Chapter Four

I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA CHARACTERS!

You know the wonderful thing about guitars? They can make wonderful things happen. Guitars can play earth shattering Blues that shakes through you to your emotional core. Those silver strings of a million different pitches and tones could play a hip gyrating Funk that would have you dancing from sunrise to sunset. And the reverberation that you hear when you listen to Reggae, R&B, Rock, and Jazz could have you swaying for days. And the combination of those four elements together –like earth, water, fire, and wind- could bring a whole nation together. So what makes anyone think that it would be difficult to bring two people together?

I wonder…no, I don't want to ask him. Believe it or not, we have gotten farther apart since the last time we saw each other. You probably wouldn't know which one I was talking about if I never told you. Both of them came to my house that same day. But ever since then…don't think negatively. Whoever I'm talking about, it wouldn't matter which one because I played a part in this too. You see, that last game was important because it determined whether we were going to play offs or not. We won…so you can guess the next step, because of that next step I haven't had much time to spend with either of them, but one is taking it more personally than the other. Can you guess which one? Oh, I've seen them at school, passing each other in the hallways, but I'm always so busy. Business is putting a strain on my relationship, but one more than the other. Inuyasha more than Koga, I think it should be the other way around, don't you? I find it a little suspicious that it's not.

But what I want to ask him- it's a vacation day for me, so I think I will. I do really want to learn and since he's the best teacher I can find- I just have to suck this up and get it over with.

I picked up my phone off of my lime green and black bed. I didn't need to think about his number, I've called him so many times that it's in my automatic memory. But this time, this time I wish I would've miraculously been come over with amnesia. Wishful thinking of course, I did take my time dialing his number though and with all of my poor, fragile heart I hoped he would see my number and not pick up the phone.

And of course, I just had to be living in a dream, stupid dreams; they were worthless if they weren't real.

I know I heard his deep, resonating voice say that notorious five letter, one word question that signals the caller to start talking to the callee, but I was nervous for some imaginable reason.

"Hello?" he asked again.

I'd better start speaking before he gets annoyed and slams the phone into hang up in my face.

"Hi, Inuyasha; this is Kagome." I swallowed the dry spit that was threatening to end my precious sixteen year old life.

"We live in modern times Kags, its called caller I.D. You should get it."

His teasing rudeness put some of my spunk back into my voice, for which I was glad; there was no reason for me to be anxious about talking to Inuyasha of all people.

"Anyway Yash," I retorted with much glorified zealous, "I've had this guitar for some time now and I don't know how to play a single note on this thing. And then I thought 'Yash plays guitar'! And I thought about how you love me so much that you could take time out of your life to teach me too!"

The silence that followed my spiel had me worrying that I'd pissed him off for something stupid I'd said, like not actually asking him. Or maybe he was still ignoring me because I couldn't spend as much time with him. Or maybe Kinkyhoe was still over there!

"You know unless Kink-uh, Kikyo is over there then you don't have to. I mean we can hang out in the near future."

Assuming that the near future wouldn't be for awhile wouldn't be hard to do.

"No, Kikyo was just leaving."

The grumble I heard in the background told me that she definitely was not planning on leaving. This insight caused me to blink.

"If you two had plans-."

"It's alright. I haven't seen you enough in a long while. Why not teach you?"

That's what I was wondering. But I didn't say that instead, I smiled and waited for him to state how much time it was going to take for him to get over here and close the phone in my face before I have a chance to say bye like he always does.

"Ten minutes, Kags."

The line rang dead in my ears. I frowned and closed the phone. Just because he does it all the time doesn't mean that it doesn't annoy the hell out of me every time.

In a record ten minutes. I wasn't expecting him to be late. I was the one with the time management issues, so I don't think it surprised him when he found me in my room laid out on my unmade bed with nothing but boy shorts underwear and a tank top on. It did surprise him when I sat up and told him that we should get to work.

"Don't you want to put some clothes on?"

My eyebrow rose. Didn't he know that these were the most comfortable 'playing guitar clothes' I had? Apparently not.

I rolled my eyes and went over to my dresser to slide on my skin tight- the skin tightness I do not like, the comfort, yes- lower thigh length shorts, and then I collected my angel wings guitar, meeting him in the middle of my floor with it.

"Okay, now let's get to work."

My elongated emphasis on 'now' should've told him that I was serious, but I don't think he took me seriously because he had that 'If you mess up I'm going to tease you until you die' look on his face.

"Show me what you've got."

"I haven't got anything. That's why you're teaching me teacher man."

The exasperation in my voice was apparent and all he did was stare at me with that intimidating light in his eye.

"You don't know which note is which."

It was a statement, but I shook my head anyway. His eyebrows puckered. Uh, oh. I don't think Inuyasha is made to be a teacher.

"Do you know how to hold the thing Kags?"

I pursed my lips, "Sort of?"

"Show me."

Self consciously, I brought the guitar high up on my chest with my right hand supporting one side and the other gripping the handle with all my might. It wasn't that heavy, but it was heavy.

Despite, my instinct to save the instrument from destruction Inuyasha smacked his hand against his forehead. I looked up at him with the most innocent look I could muster.

He sighed and mumbling something about me being unnecessarily difficult, he came around to stand behind me.

"You have a strap for a reason."

He reached over me to pull the strap over my head and under my right arm. From there his hand slid down my arm to the head of the guitar to move it my hip. The other bent my left arm down by the waist. While making sure he had the instrument secure he positioned my hands.

The whole ordeal had my poor, fragile heart pounding like it could do a million and one flips and still sustain my precious sixteen year old life.

It was slow at first, building from the moment he walked into my room until now. And the moment his body had touched my back my own body had become enflamed. His hands dragging across my skin, spreading the fire until it burned an engraving of his fingerprints, did not help the situation one bit.

When did this happen? Why did I let it happen and does he even feel this too or is it all me?

Oh, jeez, I sound like one of those girls in one of those romantic dramas with a small section of comedy in them. Next thing I know I'm going to be thinking that this guy has no imperfections when I know damn well I've seen all sides of him. He's going to become not the perfect guy, but the perfect guy for me. Ugh, it makes me want to vomit.

I stepped away from Inuyasha's instructions in my ear. This was a mistake. When I chose I should've chosen Koga.

"Um, nevermind. I don't think I want to learn the guitar just yet. I'll just practice by myself or something."

"Something the matter, Sis?"

I cringed at his choice of name. It seemed so wrong after the feelings I just experienced, maybe it was just me.

"No, it's just too stuffy in here. Let's go outside. Since you brought your guitar you could play a song for me out there."

He shrugged, but something in his eye told me he was just in as much of a hurry as I was.

I put on basketball shorts and a jacket and followed him outside.

The weirdest thing happened, I found myself wanting to sit him down in my lap on that hammock that Koga and I always sit on and stroke my hands through that awesome pearl colored hair of his.

I shook the image from my head and grimaced when a portion of it stayed.

This is going to get weird.