There was no way that she could lie. The way he was holding her made her feel nice, kept her heart at a steady pace, made her eyelids droop in a sense of comfort. She buried her nose into the nape of his neck and found herself smiling. He smelt nice, too. He was perfect, and she wasn't sure if he was perfect for her yet, but with the way he held her, his hold on her loose as his hands rested on the small of her back, not daring to go down farther, almost made her feel like he could've been perfect for her. Maybe in another life. She wasn't going to fall in love again.
They swayed to the soft music playing in the background. Although she had insisted she would pay, he had paid for everything. And although she knew nothing about him, she knew he was a good man that she couldn't get herself to fall in love with. The question still nagged at her. What's wrong with me? There had to be something wrong with her when she looked into his eyes and didn't fall in love with that warmness or deep blue of them, there had to be something wrong with her for not falling in love with his words and believing them. There had to be something wrong with her right now as he kissed her neck, one hand trailing up to her back and tracing words onto them that he didn't have the nerve to say. There had to be something wrong because she didn't love him.
And he was still kissing her neck. There was lust, but nothing more than that for her. And she didn't know what he was feeling. She couldn't tell, and if she couldn't tell, she couldn't trust him. But instead of worrying about that, she wanted to feel nice for once. So she wrapped her arms around his neck and got the courage to look into his eyes. She smiled meekly, not knowing any other way to smile since she was confused. And his eyes, they were so warm, so inviting. And instead of seeing just one thing, which she expected to be lust, she saw a million things, things that she didn't know of yet. She could tell that he didn't just look at her as a woman, as a girl that would make him feel good, only taking pleasure and nothing else. Maybe he wanted love, and that scared her because she wasn't ready for that yet. Not again.
She didn't know if she ever wanted to love a man again, because love and pain went hand in hand and she didn't know if she could go through all of that again.
They had danced before, again and again. It had been a good night, a great night almost. She hadn't gotten too drunk off of the wine to the point where she drank in way too much so she would eat highly off of expectations. She didn't need to end up doing something reckless like sleeping with him or letting him touch her. She didn't trust him. She didn't know if he would take advantage of her. She didn't know anything really and she knew that she was judging him again, but at times like this, she needed to be protective of herself.
"You're beautiful tonight," he whispered into her ear softly. She smiled, burying her head into his neck again as they continued to sway. It didn't feel the same. This didn't feel like love, it just didn't. And his words were so redundant. It was as if he said a lot without really saying anything at all. There was no way a man could want love, especially when he was so young. And the wolf demon was young. Twenty-two, to be exact. "So beautiful, Kagome."
"You're just saying that," she told him but she didn't really mean to. "How many other pick-up lines do you have, Kouga?"
He shook his head, chuckling. "I've never been one for pick-up lines. You just don't know how to believe what's true," she said nothing back, but her mood was down in seconds. But still, she held him close, hoping that he could take all the pain away. "Kagome?" he asked her softly, pulling his head away a bit so he could look into her eyes again. Her eyes were wide, waiting, expecting. "You can talk about him if you want to. I know I don't even have the privilege to know the truth, but I want to know what he did to make you like this."
There he was again, trying to pry into places where he was not welcomed. "I'm fine-"
"You're just gonna say that you're fine and he's fine, too. I don't know anything about him, and truthfully, I hope he's getting drunk, moping over you. I hope he's driving too. And I wish that it wasn't summer. I wish that it was cold and there was ice on the roads, and I wish that he'd forget his seatbelt and think about you when his head goes through the windshield. He's hurt you…badly. And for that, he's nothing," Kagome looked at him, anger slowly inflaming her eyes as she realized what he said. She began to pull away, but he held her. "Let me hold you."
"You can't just say those things about him when you don't know anything, Kouga!" she cried out, causing some attention on them. She lowered her voice, and the smell of her tears was already there, knocking him down almost. "If you want to know so much, he was my best friend. He was all I had when dad died, and he was all I had when I was struggling to help mom out with the bills while she drunk herself to death. He was all I had when I had to be a mother to my little brother and to myself. He was there, Kouga. And we fucked it up by one simple mistake. We had sex because we were stupid, young, and way too high off of hormones and summer and we were lonely and we didn't know how much damage it would do. And now, I don't even know him anymore! I don't know who he sleeps with or who he kisses or who he loves the most! All I know is that he loves the girls who drink wine with him and touch him and say that they're in love with him. And another thing that I know is that he doesn't love this crazy, sullen girl. So stop asking me all of these questions! Stop saying those things about him when you have no clue what he's been through, what I've been through, what we've been through!"
Eyes wide in surprise from her confession and tears, he felt guilt take over him slowly, and in a matter of seconds, it was stronger than ever, tearing him up from inside out. He parted his mouth, but his throat felt dry and he didn't know what to say and he didn't know how to deal with a heart that he didn't break. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She looked at him funnily. "That's exactly what he used to say all the time. I'm sorry this, I'm sorry that," she smiled weakly. "Those words mean nothing to me. Prove it. He never proved it. Can you?"
"You won't give me the chance," he said.
"Have you ever been scared, Kouga? Not the kind of scared that makes you run physically, but the kind of scared that makes you run mentally. That's what I am. I'm scared of emotions and feeling things that make my heart stop only to start up again and I'm scared of all the 'I'm sorry's', because frankly, it does nothing for me besides start me over from where I left off, only to embrace being hurt again. Your words, the way you say I'm beautiful and that you care, you sound just like him. I don't want to get hurt again, Kouga. I hate pain. I've had too much of it and if I have even more I don't know if I can survive through it this time."
"I'm not like him," he said, fire in his words. "I like you. I really, really like you. And I want you to give me a chance. You're telling me I'm supposed to prove all of this, but every time I do, you push me away."
"I said prove that your words mean something!" she told him. "I didn't say for you to come into my life and ask me all kinds of questions that I don't want to answer! I don't trust you…trust has to be gained. You're moving too fast. You're moving like there's no time left in this universe. What am I? I'm no mission. I'm not some girl that you can get to fall in love with you. I bet you I won't see that satisfaction in your eyes, knowing you broke me. 'Cause guess what? I've been broken over and over again, ever since the day I left the womb. Don't hurt me, and don't you dare think that you can."
"I'm trying to help you, Kagome!" he declared, his voice raising. "He hurt you and if you just let it sit and think that you can let it all go, that all of your feelings will go, well, life-love…doesn't work that way! You've got to get over him. You've got to forget about the people who forgot about you. Do you…do you love him?"
"No!"
She made him growl in anger for the first time. "Well, you sure do act like it! I was pretty drunk that night, but I could see guilt all over your face when he caught us dancing together! And when he took you into that bathroom, I could hear the sounds you made for him! I could see the way you looked at him! If you don't love me, then tell me, why are you being so bitter?"
She took a deep breath. "I'm not bitter. I'm mad as hell, and sick as hell of crying!"
He was near desperate now. "Let's get out of here. I want to talk to you. I don't want to be angry. I want you to trust me and know that I won't hurt you. Please, Kagome. One single chance is all that I'm asking for."
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"Tell me about him," came his simple words, his voice sound velvety smooth and soft, full of compassion and care. She looked over at him, a small smile finally breaking through on her face as she wiped away the remaining tears. "No more screaming or crying, though. Do you promise?"
"I promise," she whispered.
It was a beautiful night outside. It was still so warm, and she couldn't help herself from loving weather like this. But still, she shivered when a gust of warm win blew their way. It wasn't because she was cold. Maybe it was because he was sitting way too close to her. Their thighs touched, and she could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. His eyes were on her as she sorted out all of the memories in her mind, wondering exactly where she would begin. She groaned in frustration. Why was it so hard to talk about him now? She missed the way things were before. She missed him and she missed how he was there for her and how they could talk to each other without wanting, needing, and craving sex.
"You're getting frustrated," he said softly. "How about a name?"
She shuddered again, not even knowing why she was telling him all this, trusting him so easily. "His name?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Inuyasha," she whispered. "His name is Inuyasha."
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he said softly. "I'm not so sure if I want to know about him," he looked away, a small smile on his lips. She looked at him, wondering what he could be talking about when he was the one who'd practically begged her to tell him all of this. "I mean, I do, but then again I don't. Like I said, I really do like you, Kagome. But I know you're in love with him," her mouth parted, and she instantly wanted to deny that she did, but however, no words came to mind. She was frozen. Stuck. Just like that, and it hurt, but she'd been hurt so many times before and the feeling wasn't anything new. "You want to scream, you want to say anything just to deny the truth. But I can see it in your eyes, and I can smell it all over you. I can smell his scent and it…it just won't fade and I'm not sure why. All I can say is that I'm sorry and I know you hate that, but that's really all I have to say," he paused and looked at her and still, she wanted to say things that were angry and harsh but she couldn't. "I hope that you can get over him one day and see that…I-I…I hope you can see that there are other people who care about you, even if they just met you."
Finally, he was finished with his speech and he looked over at her expectantly, wanting her to say something, say anything. He watched as she bit her lip, watched as her eyes turned stormy. And he smelled her mood dampen even more than it already had, and he felt guilty.
"Kouga," she said, learing her throat and hoping to rid away of the tears that threatened to choke her. "You don't understand, no one does. But I don't understand either," she didn't understand how people saw love in her eyes. "How could I have ever fallen in love with a jerk that only used me for sex?"
He growled, his eyes going down. "I don't like the idea of you being with him that way," he said hesitantly almost like he was scared. He wondered how she made him feel all of these things when they had just met. "He doesn't love you. And you deserve someone who does."
"He does love me. Maybe not romantically, but he trusts me. We aren't in love. I think we just love each other and that's it. He's my best friend, after all."
He snarled. "Do best friends get that protective? It's the silliest thing I've ever heard, best friends fucking each other whenever they get the chance to. He's a jerk, Kagome."
"Of course he's a jerk."
"Why do you still love him, then?" he asked her.
"He was all I had. I trusted him. I loved him. I don't know for sure if I'm in love, but I feel something and nothing can change that," she told him truthfully, not really in the mood to talk anymore. "It's stupid, Kouga, I know."
She could sense his anger. And that was something that she had never intended on. For some reason, she didn't want him to be angry with her. She didn't want to fight with anyone, and simply, all she wanted was peace and she wanted to feel okay again, be happy again. All she could do was hope that it wasn't impossible. But still, he said nothing and she looked at him, confused. Why did this make him so angry, and why had she even let him persuade her into trusting him with things that he would never understand?
"Kouga?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
"Yeah, Kagome?" he answered, his voice sounding tired, his eyes on hers once more. There was something about her. He didn't know why he hadn't been able to forget her face and he didn't know why, despite how angry he was at her for loving a jerk, wanted to lean forward and kiss her senseless, take her breath away, make her his. No one had ever had this affect on him before.
"Do you…" she had some difficulty summoning up the courage to ask him the question. "Do you…you know, um…like me?"
He looked into her eyes and watched as her cheeks went red. And then he looked down to see their thighs still mushed so closely together, and he realized how much he really did want her. He wanted to take her pain away, make her fall out of love only to fall back in it again, this time with him and not with the jerk that hurt her so badly that she had problems trusting anyone, even herself. "That's a really stupid question, Kagome."
"Don't give me a stupid answer, please," she sounded desperate and her eyes had swelled with tears. "I don't want to love him anymore. I don't want to be hurt anymore. So just answer the question…please, Kouga."
"Of course I do," he answered softly, hesitantly reaching a hand to her face to wipe away the tears although he wanted to kiss them away. She wouldn't let him. He wondered what was going through her mind, and he wondered how much more of this she would be able to take. Maybe he was just stressing her out more. But her lips were parted and so soft looking and he couldn't stand the tears that ran down her cheeks, so he shifted his body slightly, wrapping his arms around her and burying his nose into her neck to inhale her scent. How could anyone treat her this badly? Treat her so badly until she broke down, sure that she meant nothing? He wanted to get a good glimpse of his face, he wanted to hurt Inuyasha just as bad as he had hurt her. "I care about you. Even though we just met, I care about you."
Did he? She needed this, she needed someone, needed to feel wanted again. She wanted somebody so bad that didn't really need her, and she wasn't sure if she could take that anymore. What was she to Inuyasha? Nothing. No most likely about it, no doubts needed to be thought of. She was nothing and to Kouga, maybe she was at least something. He kissed her neck and she forced her eyes shut. She nearly choked on her words that she had intentions of saying. She didn't want to regret anything anymore.
"Kiss me," she told him brokenly.
Surprise took over him and he paused, pulling away from her neck but still holding her warm figure so close to him. How could that idiot not want her? How? He wanted to know so badly. Her eyes were so pretty, her raven hair so long and so shiny that he couldn't resist running his hands through it as if to soothe her. It smelled like flowers while her skin smelled like vanilla with the tiniest hint of lavender, and he hated Inuyasha. He hated him when he didn't even know him. Maybe because he had her first. Maybe because his earthy scent still clung so clearly to her skin. He didn't know. But he hated her, too. He hated her in the most loving way for loving him and not letting him hold her, not letting him earn her trust. But maybe he had a chance.
But still, he refused. The thought of her being in love with Inuyasha disgusted him. "Kagome, you sound drunk. You sound so sad. You're turning into a liar, because you don't want this. You love him. I'm not taking advantage of you."
"Don't," she said. "Don't…say those things right now."
"Kagome-" he started but her mouth pressing against his softly and timidly interrupted all of his thoughts and he didn't know what to say and he couldn't think and all he could concentrate on was the feeling of her mouth moving against his, begging for some kind of response. She whimpered, and a few of her tears landed onto his cheeks, making them almost as wet as hers were.
He wanted so badly to push her away, but he wasn't thinking so he tangled his hands into her hair once more, combing his fingers through the silky tresses as he gave her exactly what she wanted, his mouth now moving against hers. He kissed her with how he felt, and she kissed him with what she wanted to make into something, but that something turned out to be pain. He still moved his mouth against hers, hoping that she would kiss him the way that he wanted her to. Like she felt something.
It didn't happen.
He pulled away, his eyes opening slowly to the sight of her panting, her cheeks red. How could one kiss that meant nothing for her simply take her breath away like that? He wasn't angry, no. He was disappointed, and he felt as if all hope was lost. He wanted to mean something to her so bad. But still, he couldn't resist herself from asking her, "How did that feel?" He panted heavily, and she did too but she was so worked up over something that meant nothing for her when it mean a lot to him.
She looked away, shaking her head and wiping away the remaining tears that stuck to her cheeks. "I…I don't know."
There went the disappointment again. It was silly of him to be acting this way, wanting someone so badly who's heart was already taken. But he couldn't help it. "You really mean that you don't know?"
She shrugged, refusing to meet his eyes. And suddenly, he felt hopeless. "I'm sorry. That's what I mean."
He nodded but he didn't understand. He should. It was simple. She loved Inuyasha and no one could take his place no matter how hard he tried. "I'm sorry, too. Do you want me to take you back now?"
She nodded, trying to give him a little smile but it was fake and it meant nothing, just like her kisses. "When will I see you again?"
He shrugged simply, standing up and offering her a hand.
"You're a really good friend, Kouga. And I'm really sorry," he looked at her and she looked guilty. She knew he had hurt him but she had no intentions to. "Thank you…thank you for everything."
"Anytime, Kagome," he said dully. The drive back to her campus didn't last long. He didn't want to talk to her anymore, so whenever she brung up the stupidest, simplest things while he drove, he ignored her mostly, only giving her a simple nod as he looked at the road. He knew she didn't like it, and he knew she was upset but so was he. He didn't mean to hurt her anymore than she already was and all he could do was hope that he didn't as she gave him another fake, meek smile before walking away, her hips swaying and her steps slow.
And he could still smell her tears. He could still smell the hanyou's scent on her skin and he decided that maybe they needed space.
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"Tell me exactly what you want," she whispered seductively, and he looked up at her, his eyes vague as the emotions that surged through his body. He could feel her hot breath on his sensitive ears, he could feel her hands trailing down his chest as she unbuttoned his dress shirt slowly, almost teasingly. Her warm, thin body felt good against his own but it wasn't doing much for him. But still, he forced his hands to trail lightly up her back and there was nothing romantic about it. There wasn't even anything lustful about this. She leaned in and kissed his neck, her pretty pink lips moving slowly against his hot skin. He groaned but it wasn't from pleasure, and he found himself wanting to push her away. "Whatever you need, I'll give you. Tonight, I'm yours."
It was the weekend. He was supposed to be partying and having fun and living it up but he couldn't think straight. It wasn't because of the alcohol that reeked on him and the girl that he had picked up. It wasn't because of the high that nicotine and marijuana gave him. And if anything, it was wearing off quickly, at a rate so fast. His heart slowed and his mind was able to think clearer, and he didn't like that. He liked for things to be cloudy and fuzzy. For a while, he wanted to be blind, wanted to be deaf from all of the sounds of the world except the sound that each girl made while they were beneath him. He didn't want to be deaf to the moans that they breathed out, the way they called his name. But lately, he couldn't find himself giving a fuck about any of the pretty girls, cigarettes, alcohol, or weed. It couldn't keep him going for long.
She pressed her lips to his, and he couldn't help the fact that his were unresponsive against hers. It didn't feel right, she didn't taste as sweet, she didn't smell as sweet. This just wasn't making him happy even more, and he wasn't so sure that he'd been happy before. She wore nothing but a thin, black, lacy thong, along with a matching, lacey, black bra. The thin material clung to her hot skin, but it didn't excite him. She tasted like cigarettes and way too much wine, and he wondered why he even bothered with girls like this, the kind of girls who drowned themselves with alcohol and let rich mean fuck them and broke men abuse them. He didn't like the way she tasted, didn't like the way she smelled. But he let her continue whatever she was doing to his mouth, and he felt her tongue shoving against his bottom lip but he didn't let it slip in her mouth.
She broke away from him, drunk and confused. "What's wrong with you tonight, Inu?" she asked him, her pink lips twisting up into a pout as she batted her fake eyelashes at him. She raised his chin and he almost snarled as she tried to look at him understandingly. "Come back to me. Let me take care of you."
He shoved her off of him then. She looked hurt for a second, but he knew that she would get over it. Girls like her always did. "Leave."
"Inuya-" she began again.
"I said leave!" he didn't bother being calm with her, he was pissed. And maybe he was a jerk for shoving her away so roughly and not giving into her kisses, but he didn't know if he could take that anymore. He wanted to think, and he didn't know why he had even offered that she come into his apartment. "Take the alcohol with you if you please, but just go."
"What'd I do?" she slurred and he sighed.
"Nothing," he replied, aggravation sinking into his features. "I just don't feel up to this anymore."
He couldn't remember her name and he was surprised that she even remembered his. She was a simple whore, and he dared her to try and say that he loved her like most girls did.
"But I do," she told him, her voice seductive once again.
He growled, not being able to stop it. "I don't even remember your name. I was sure you wouldn't even remember mine. I don't give a fuck if you do or not. I just want you out of here," the confusion was on her face and her eyes became watery and he almost rolled his eyes, but then, he felt like a bigger jerk. He cleared his throat and lowered his tone. "Listen, I just need to think, and I can't do that with you distracting me. I'm sorry, but you have to leave."
She didn't look so confused anymore, and in fact, she looked rather angry as she pulled on the rest of her clothes and grabbed her bag and left, being sure to give him a glare before she walked out of the door. He sighed, realizing he was tired. Not only physically tired, but mentally tired, too.
He had already considered calling her, but that would just make him feel like an idiot if she didn't pick up. He didn't want to be weak in front of her. But he missed her so badly, and no one could make him feel the way she did. He felt guilty to the point where it was eating him alive, and drinking alcohol made him drown in his misery even more. He didn't want to hurt her or ignore her anymore. He wanted to tell her that he was sorry for all the name-calling and for the way that he kept hurting her over and over again. But she wouldn't understand or care to listen, he knew that well by now.
He grabbed his iPhone and stood, making his way into his bedroom. He fell down on it, taking his phone into his hands and scrolling through his contacts until he reached her name. Maybe they could just talk. After all, she was his best friend and he missed her.
He was frustrated now. She wouldn't want to talk to him and he couldn't ask for her forgiveness again because he had hurt his best friend way too many times and watched her die inside, knowing he couldn't do anything to make it better. But he missed her, truly missed her like how he did whenever she was away for too long. And now, he hadn't seen her for almost three weaks and he wanted to growl, wanted to curse everyone but curse his self the most for being so stupid and letting her leave like that. He shouldn't have said the things he did, shouldn't have let her go like he did. And now, his best friend was gone. But were they even best friends anymore? He remembered when everything changed. He remembered the first kiss and how she kept wanting more.
And then, that one night when she was crying about her father and telling him how much she missed him, he remembered not being able to do anything. He couldn't summon the intelligence or courage to tell her what he needed to hear. So he had kissed her tears away instead of her lips, and then he remembered when she had brushed her lips against his timidly, fearful of rejection. But how could he reject her when they had kissed before?
He remembered her taking control of the kiss, pushing him down onto the bed that was in her old room and stripping herself of her shirt, then his. He growled again to himself. Why didn't he stop her, tell her that he felt like he was taking advantage of her? He had realized long ago how strong she was when he saw her at her weakest point. And still, he didn't push her away as she kissed him with something more than all the other kisses held.
He didn't want to remember what had went on anymore.
Why hadn't they realized a long time ago that sex would be the destruction of their friendship? Nothing felt right anymore, and his head was pounding. He didn't bother erasing her number from his list of many contacts. He tossed his phone onto the nightstand and tried to sleep peacefully for once without the images of her in his brain. But it never, ever worked.
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When she woke up the next morning, she didn't feel good. She opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light that nearly blined her. Nausea settled in her stomach and she stood abruptly, and her movement made Rin awake. She looked at her, confusion glinting in her eyes. Kagome ignored the peculiar look from her roomate and rushed to the bathroom, not paying attention to the fact that Rin trailed steadily behind her. Her shoulders lurched forward and she gagged before throwing herself to her knees in front of the toilet. Rin's eyes were wide as all of her dinner from the night before came up. She held her hair back, keeping vomit off of the locks.
Rin felt as if it wasn't going to stop. The dry heaves enfulfed her chest, and after forever, it seemed, she pulled away, the burning sensation in her throat causing tears to well into her eyes. The ones that slipped, she brought her hand up to wipe them away.
"Hey," Rin said comfortingly. "Are you okay, Kagome?"
She looked worse. Her lips were about as pale as her skin that was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Rin brought hesitantly brought a hand to her friend's forehead, almost as if she was scared to touch her, only to feel that she was scorching with a fever. Kagome looked up at Rin and shook her head, and with a weak voice, she said, "I didn't drink too much last night. I…I wasn't drunk. I only had a few glasses. It must've been the food." She gave her a weak smile, and it almost looked painful.
Rin winced and licked her lips. "Can I take you to the clinic? It may be a stomach virus. After all, it's Saturday. We don't have to go to any classes."
Kagome didn't seem to hear her. Her eyes were glazy and she seemed to have trouble breathing, and for a second, she thought that she was going to lurch forward and lean over the toilet again.
But instead, Kagome fell limply against her.
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The middle-aged woman rushed into the hospital blindly in a desperate search for her daughter. Her baby was sick. The baby that gave her hope when she thought all was lost, the one who took care of her and the one who had refused to give up on her so easily. Kira needed to see her daughter. Her wide chocolate eyes that resembled her daughter's so much held fear and all the concern in the world.
"Mrs. Higurashi," she jumped at the sound of her name and whipped around, her eyes wide and pleading. Sitting there with fear in her eyes was the roomate that she had heard so much about from her daughter. She swiftly walked over to her, and although she didn't really know the girl, she pulled her into her arms, surprising her.
Rin smiled slightly. So, this was the woman that she had heard so much about from Kagome. The woman with the kind eyes, arms like castles that protected you, and hands that always wiped away the tears that you would cry. This was the woman who had been through hell and back, the woman who had almost gave up on her daughter in her time of need, but battled through her struggles of her husband's loss and refused to let life's defeats get her down. This was the woman that Kagome was so proud of.
She pulled away, and Rin took a bit of time to notice the woman's eyes. They were unique, just like Kagome's. They had the eyes that poured out every single bit of emotion, and she could decipher them all. They were a wide chocolate, just like Kagome's. Her face was just like Kagome's, too. But the struggle of life showed on the face, the struggle of sadness, too, as she frowned at Rin, her pretty eyes pleading, begging for an answer, begging to hear that her daughter was okay.
"Please tell me that she's okay," she whispered.
Rin frowned even more than she already was. "Honestly, I have no clue. They took her in about an hour ago, and I haven't heard anything yet. I'm sorry."
Mrs. Higurashi nodded sadly, looking at her understandingly. "I'll wait. She's my daughter after all."
Rin smiled a little. "She talks about you a lot. You know, you mean the world to her."
"I love her. She was there for me, always watching over me and watching over Souta when I was…sick," Rin smiled and nodded her head in understanding. She knew what she meant when she said she was sick. She had heard so much about Kagome's mother, but still, she could tell that she was a good person. "She's my baby. It hurts to see her sick, and I hope she's okay. You say it's been about an hour since they took her in?"
Rin nodded, her eyes glinting. Mrs. Higurashi gave her a warm smile, already liking the young girl. "I think I'm going to ask someone if they can give us a check up on her."
Without any response from Rin, Mrs. Higurashi swiftly walks over to the desk, muttering an "excuse me" to the nurse sitting behind the desk. Rin watched from afar as the nurse's expression darkened.
"Yes?" the nurse asked as politely as she could, but Kira could tell that she didn't want to be bothered.
"I'm Mrs. Higurashi," she said, mustering up a sweet smile although she had no clue what was wrong with her daughter, and that scared her. "I'm here with my daughter. I believe she was sick with some kind of flu or virous, I'm not sure. Her roomate took her in," she pointed a finger over to Rin. "She said that she was vomiting, and she supposedly passed out. Could you please do a check up on her for us?"
"Her name?"
"Kagome Higurashi," Kira said impatiently, a hand on one hip while she tapped her foot against the tiled floors.
"Right," she nodded grudgingly. She picks up the phone, ignoring the look that the mother was giving her while she dials an extension. "Hello? I'm looking for an update on someone by the name of Kagome Higurashi?" She turns away from Kira for a second as she speaks into the phone, her voice now low. She turns around, looking dazed for a second before setting the phone back down.
Kira looks at her expectantly and the nurse purses her lips, looking away from her gaze. "I'm really sorry, but I can't tell you everything," she pauses. "There's no need to worry, though. They told me to assure you that your daughter is stable and she's doing fine."
"You really can't tell me anything else?" Kira asked suspiciously.
"No, I'm sorry," she sounded annoyed rather than considerate or sorry. "The doctor said they would be sending her out in a few after she-um, well I guess that she should be on her way by now."
Confusion took over Kira unexpectedly, and she gave a small thank you to the nurse before walking back over to where Rin sat, her eyes going downcast. "They said that they couldn't tell me everything. I really have no clue what's going on with Kagome, but I'm going to find out. They said that she's doing okay now. I don't know, maybe she was just stressed. She didn't seem all there last time I spoke with her. They said that she's on her way. I think I'm just going to take her home with me."
Rin nodded. "She's already falling behind in some of her classes, but I'm sure that she'll be okay. After all, she needs rest. And it's only Saturday. She's been studying so hard, she needs a break. She deserves it. Just take care of her, okay? And if there's something wrong with her, something she doesn't want us to know about, try your best to get it out of her. Kagome needs to learn how to trust people, if you don't mind me saying. I love her and I try to be so understanding, but she's going through a lot right now with Inuyasha. She's stubborn."
Kira laughed slightly, a smile brightening her face and making her eyes look come even more to life. "Yes. She…she reminds me so much of her father. But she's a strong girl. Inuyasha and her have been best friends for three years now," she laughed again. "The funny thing is, I always thought they would end up together, you know? She needs to learn not to give up on something she really wants. She's a fighter, I know she is, but she doesn't think so. She's got to have a little faith."
Rin laughed, too. "Honestly, I still think they are going to end up together when they finally realize how much they miss each other. Trust me, they'll be talking again soon before you know it. He means a lot to he-"
She paused, and both of their heads whipped around when they heard feet dragging acroos the floor. Kira looked up to see her daughter with bags under her eyes, her face blotchy. Had she been crying? Had she been in that much pain? She frowned as she stood up again, walking towards Kagome to encircle her amrs around her frail figure. She heard her gasp, felt her try to pull away.
"Mom, don't do this to me right now," she said frowning. "I'm tired, I want to go home."
Kira nodded. "Whatever you need, baby."
Rin knew that something had to be wrong. She watched as Kagome slowly walked over to her, the same frown still on her face. "Hey," she said. "Thanks Rin, thanks for everything."
Rin forced a smile and wrapped her arms around her friend. "Anytime. Now you go home and get some rest. You don't look too well. I'll see you soon, okay?"
Kagome nodded, forcing a weak smile of her own before walking away.
A/N: Finally it's finished. You all can pretty much guess what's up with Kagome. I know that Inuyasha probably pissed you off and she did too for not returning Kouga's feelings. But I have no intentions of turning this into a Kagome/Kouga story, lol.
I didn't really like this chapter at all, though. It was pretty difficult to write, and I couldn't think of the right things to write, especially on Kagome's behalf.
But review and tell me what you think, please? I don't know when the next chapter is coming. There's a big test in school soon and I'm gonna be stressed and busy, but thank god, school is over soon. But I'll try to see you guys soon! Thanks for all the reviews I got on the last chapter! It means more to me than ya'll will ever know! (: