Somewhere Beyond This

Chapter 5: Bittersweet Revenge

Two weeks later ...

"Argh!" Ayame screamed as she burst through our dorm room. Sango and I looked up from our homework, startled to see our fiery friend standing in our doorway, her emerald eyes wild.

"What?" Sango asked, sitting up and setting aside her notebook and Calculus textbook. "Is everything alright?"

Ayame stormed in and sat down next to me, crossing her arms and glaring at us as if we were the cause of her problems. "No, everything is not alright!" Well, I guess it isn't something life threatening, other wise she would have skipped the formalities and gone straight to yelling about whatever was bugging her.

"Why are you so mad?" I asked, not knowing what to expect. Everything was always a surprise when it came to Ayame.

She sighed and it seemed her fury dissipated for the time being. "I can't go on the trip ... " she solemnly said, hanging her head and wrapping her arms around her knees.

"Wait, what?" Sango said, giving her full attention.

"What do you mean you can't go?" I asked, crawling so I was sitting in front of her.

"I don't know how, but my grandfather found out about what happened at Yura's party and said I wasn't allowed to go."

I stared at her, shocked. "But he can't do that! You're an adult now, you can do what you want. Besides, its not like he had to sign a permission slip or give you money."

She sighed. "You know my grandfather. He does this whole guilt trip thing," she said, rolling her eyes in the process. "If I don't do what he says, I will not only have no one to count on for favors in the future, but I'll always feel guilty."

"You really look up to your gramps, don't you?" Sango asked, her gaze softening as she laid a comforting hand on Ayame's knee. "Maybe Kags and I could talk to him, see if he'll change his mind."

She shook her head, her red hair falling softly over her shoulders. "No, it will only make things worse. You should have heard him on the phone when he found out. It was a miracle I was able to convince him to let me stay on campus."

I scowled and crossed my arms. Although her grandfather had a point and his rage was reasonable, I couldn't help but think of how he found out in the first place. The other parties Ayame had gone to had been crazier, or so I've been told. Why would Yura's party change that? "How does he know about it?" I asked, knowing full well she couldn't answer the question.

"I'm not sure," she replied, standing up and glancing at us. "But I'm going to find out." And before we could say anything else, she left the room just as swiftly as she had come.

"What should we do?" Sango asked as I continued to stare at the empty doorway.

I sighed and turned to look at her. "I don't know. What can we do?"

"Well, this sucks," she replied rather bluntly, crossing her arms and pouting.

"Yeah ... " I mumbled, the wheels in my head already turning to the culprit I was sure planned the entire thing. If you can't take down a target, go for those they care about. Thats always a superhero's weakness, right? The ones they love or care for? I guess the same thing applied here as well. "Come on." I took Sango's hand and led her out of the dorm, mulling over the words I was going to say when I came face to face of the person I despised most.

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I was beyond angry. Every way I looked at the situation, I came to the same conclusion. Someone had told Ayame's grandfather about her behavior the night of Yura's party. How else would the old man have found out? Sure, he called every so often and came down once a month, but we had all put on a show to hide our college behavior. He would have forced her to go to the community college down the street if he ever knew what went on behind closed doors.

But I guess there is no point in dwelling on him knowing about our ways. I couldn't change that fact, nor the fact that Ayame could no longer go on the trip, so I did the one thing I could do.

Get revenge.

Sango and I stormed through the dorm building, rage burning within us. After I had explained my thoughts to her, we had come up with the same person in mind and had immediately sought her out. A few people slid to the walls to avoid coming into contact with us, recognizing the fire in our eyes. Although, I'd have to say most of the fear came from Sango, considering she had sort of a reputation around campus.

Taking a right at the next corner, we found Ayame shouting at someone with midnight hair. I guess great minds think alike. "Ayame," I called, jogging to meet up with my best friend.

"How could you do that? What purpose did it serve?" she asked the young woman before her, tears glistening in her emerald eyes. I could tell she was really upset about this and had been looking forward to going.

I placed a hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her as Sango stood on the other side. Her auburn eyes were flaring and I swear I heard a growl emite from her throat. "Kikyo ... " she grounded out, fisting her hands at her side. "What the hell is your problem?"

The woman in question let a small smile flit across her lips. "What do you speak of?" she asked, using her reverse-psychology crap against us. Sometimes I wished I had taken that class freshman year, just to get on her nerves.

"You know exactly what we're talking about," I said, my voice low and dangerous. I pulled Ayame into an embrace, watching Kikyo's face closely.

"Hey, weren't you guys at my party a few weeks ago?" Yura said, coming to stand beside her friend. "Yeah! You were the girls who brought their kid brothers. What a bunch of dumb-asses." She chuckled and set a hand upon her forehead, clutching her books to her chest. "Oh, you naughty, naughty girls," she warned, shaking her finger in mock torment.

"Can it, Yura," Sango growled, taking a step forward. "I am in no mood for your prissy ass."

"Tsk, tsk, that is no way to talk to a lady." She smiled and glared daggers at us.

"Why I should - " she warned, bringing a fist up and taking a step forward.

I immediately let go of Ayame and stood in front of her. "Sango, wait, I don't think pummeling them will do any good."

She eyed me for a moment before smiling. "Yeah, but it would feel a whole lot better." Before I could stop her, she had launched herself upon Yura, scattering the girl's books every where as they crashed to the ground.

"Sango!" I called, running over to the cat-fight and tried to pull her off, but my struggles were in vain.

Out of nowhere, an arm came around my waist and pulled me back, placing me in the clear of the flying fists. "Kouga?" I asked hesitantly, watching as he jumped over to Sango and easily hoisted her off of Yura. The brunette did not settle down and was dragged away, kicking and screaming.

"Let me go!" she yelled, clutching Kouga's arm and struggling against it. "The little bitch deserves everything she's gonna get!"

He set her down and stood in front of her, trying to block her view of her intended target. "Sango," he yelled, gaining her attention. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I should be asking you the same question, you bastard!" a male voice called from behind me. The four of us turned back towards Yura and Kikyo as they struggled to their feet, to see Inuyasha laying a protective hand on his girlfriend's shoulder. His golden eyes glared at us. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Its all her fault!" Sango screamed, pushing against Kouga's arm trying to fling herself at the girl once more. "That bitch needs to be taught a lesson."

Kikyo seemed unfazed by her words. "I still have no idea what you are talking about." Inuyasha glanced between us and the dark-haired girl at his side.

"You know exactly what we're talking about," I stated in a calm manner, but the burning desire for revenge was evident in my eyes. "You told Ayame's grandfather about Yura's party and now she can't go."

I think she smirked at my words. "Oh, yes, of course. The old man was quite angry when I told him his granddaughter was drinking and sleeping around. I'm surprised you are still enrolled in this school," she said, turning her gaze to Ayame.

I took a step forward. "You know thats not true. She would never sleep around. Unlike you, she actually has morals."

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Inuyasha asked, stepping protectively in front of her and staring me down. "Maybe you should get your facts straight before pointing fingers. How do you know she hasn't done it?"

Ayame looked appalled and took a step back in shock. "I would never do that!"

Kouga growled and stood in front of me, causing me to peek around him to see Inuyasha's face. His eyes never left mine. "Can it, dog-breath," my boyfriend yelled. I felt his muscles tense as he readied himself for a long overdue fight. "They ain't no liars. She on the other hand has some explaining to do." His piercing eyes glanced at Kikyo before looking at Inuyasha once more.

His amber spheres continued to stare at me, as if an unseen message was passed through our eyes. "I think we all have a little explaining to do," he said coldly, as if the statement was directed to me alone.

I stared at him for a moment longer before breaking eye-contact and grasping Kouga's arm. "Come on," I said, my gaze looking anywhere but the silver-haired man before me. "He's not worth it." In truth, that sentence was a complete lie.

Sango had cooled off by this time and Ayame had taken control of her tears. "You're right, Kags," the red-head said, squeezing my shoulder gently. "They'll get what they deserve. It's called Karma," she whispered to me, earning a small giggle in response. She always knew how to cheer someone up.

"Thanks, Ayame," I said with a smile, feeling Kouga wrap his arm around my waist. Sango came up beside us and began running through all the threats of what she would do to Kikyo if something like this ever happened again.

I felt someone's gaze on me and I turned around, watching as Kikyo and Yura cleaned themselves up and hobbled to their dorm to take care of the girl's injuries. But Inuyasha waited for a moment, caught my eyes, and then shook his head sadly before proceeding after them. I felt an ache in my heart and tears built up behind my eyes.

Even after five years of hatred towards one another and little contact, I could not deny that it hurt to even catch a glimpse of him. Sometimes I wish things had worked out between us. After all, I had loved him. I even believed he was my soul mate. I sighed and turned around, trying to tune into my friends' conversation.

I guess some things just aren't meant to be.

A/N: Alright, here is another chapter. I think there will be two more before chaos ensues. Hope you liked and please leave a review!