"Oh, my God!" I screamed as it hit me again. Whatever it was knocked me in the chin, forcing my head back against the mattress. I caught it with my hand— it was a foot — and those long toenails could belong only to one half-demon, "Inuyasha." The name tasted bitter in my mouth.
An incoherent response came from said person. The stupid dog rolled over, aimlessly patting the empty spot next to him. He jerked awake then; his tawny eyes rapidly scanning the room until they landed on me. Relief seemed to flood through him; either that or it was a troublesome effort to keep his shoulders taut.
Now that his worry had been abolished and was no longer a distraction, Inuyasha noticed his foot being held in my hands. A slow smirked crept on his face.
"Feelin' kinky this morning, Kagome?"
My face instantly heated. "Perv!" His foot was thrown aside in an instant. In spite of my act, he stuck it right back in my face.
"Don't let me stop you." He persisted, leaning against the headboard with his arms behind his head. "I'm not objected to a nice foot rub."
"I don't think so." I hissed back.
"Kagome," Inuyasha cooed, smirking smugly. "Don't get so flustered; I'm joking."
I shoved him, and was reeling back my palms for another go when I suddenly found myself sprawled on the floor. Inuyasha didn't have it in him to wrestle me like he did Sesshomaru, but he made it equally exhausting. I pinched one of his dog ears between my strongest fingers and pulled him down to the floor by his silver hair. Once I'd thrown Inuyasha's face into the floorboard, I found myself slugging off to the kitchen, my energy already running low. Only when I was halfway there the hard corner of the archway slammed into me. I slipped to the cold wooden floor, woozy from the impact. There was a sly chuckle approaching close on my right. My eyes snapped open at the sound and I reached out to grab the passing ankle. The owner of it stumbled and I used that to my advantage, pouncing on their hunched form. We tumbled back to the ground.
"Ba~ka," I whacked Inuyasha on the back of his messy bed head. "Don't try to redeem yourself after losing a fight only to end up looking foolish!"
"I wouldn't have to hold back if you didn't act like a sissy every time I beat you." He spat back.
I pulled on his ear, raising it to be level with my lips. They twitched under my hot breath. "Wanna repeat that, pup?"
His brows furrowed. "Yeah, I said—"
"Enough you two!" Izayoi glared down at us, hands on hips, and spatula gripped in tight fists. "I will not have you start every morning with a fight. Now seat yourself at the table and hush; your father has a headache." She turned from us then to tend to the food sizzling on the oven.
Sesshomaru was sitting next to me as I took my seat. He was shooting worried glances toward his father, who had his head in his hands opposite us. "You still not feeling well, Mr. T?" I asked in favor of Sesshomaru, knowing he wouldn't do so himself.
Mr. Taisho raised his tired eyes to meet my gaze, "Afraid not, dear."
I frowned. "You sound awful. Is there not a demon doctor you can go see?"
He cleared his throat, though he sounded better before he'd done so. "It's just the powerful demon aura I was telling you about yesterday. No need to stress out over this old man."
"Hire a priestess to get rid of it then." I suggested as Izayoi slid a plate of food in front of me.
He shook his head. "It's too widespread and there aren't enough here to do the job."
Inuyasha piped in then, talking around a mouth full of sausage. "But weren't there some new priestess's that came in last week?" I knew he was referring to Kikyo and her family.
"Yes, however, only a single daughter is gifted with spiritual power. The rest of the family are your average humans, running their own business."
The rest of breakfast was eaten in peaceful silence. When it was time to go, I kissed Mr. Taisho on the cheek. He smiled over the rim of his cup, drinking some crushed herbs Izayoi wiped up for him, and ruffled my hair. Us high school going kids left the kitchen to get ready.
It was after showering that I tried to open my door and found it locked. I was dripping wet in a towel and it was cold! "Izayoi!" I ran back into the kitchen to find her and Sesshomaru washing dishes.
The most-of-the-time-angelic-faced mother gave a murderous scowl when she saw me. "Just what do you think you're doing young lady?" I've noticed that her voice gets low— almost a growl —and she doesn't use my name when I'm in deep trouble. Or about to be in it.
At the moment, I couldn't care less about being relentlessly scolded for dripping water on her good wood floor. My room door had been locked! What did she expect me to do? Stand there and freeze to death? "Why can't I get into my room?"
Izayoi pointed for me to head into the carpeted living room. I stomped my way over there, holding tight on the towel I desperately didn't want to slip off, and stood in front of the warm fireplace. The furious mother followed, shutting the folding doors behind her. I almost cringed when she turned to me with her normal smile.
"What you wore to school yesterday was completely unacceptable." Izayoi tsked, retrieving a bundle of clothes from a cabinet we used to store blankets.
I gulped, already feeling a sweat trickling down my back…
After trying to wiggle away from her grasp for fifteen minutes, I finally got away. I nearly ripped through the folding doors to get out, but as soon as I was I took off. The tears I fought hard to keep back made it hard to see, though, when I saw a figure getting up from the table, I jumped at them. Wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my face in his chest.
"What on earth, child?" Mr. Taisho said with the smile I knew was plastered on his face.
"Take pity on me and shun the women who committed the crime of putting me in a skirt." I clenched his T-shirt with my angry hands, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. "I look horrible in things like this!"
Mr. Taisho shook his head, chuckling. "Your brothers would beg to differ."
I shoved the no good father figure away from me, quickly seeking out my bag and leaving before the boys could see me. No matter what anyone said I would never feel right in anything revealing like this skirt. Kikyo wasn't the first to call me Sausage Meatball. There were other cruel names along the same lines, one's that repeat to me over and over when picking out clothes. If there were time, I'd find a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved T-shirt, but, of course, there wasn't. So I headed off to school, knowing full and well of what the whispers there would say.
What a fat bitch. No wonder she hangs around that half-breed Inuyasha; a no good for a fat no good.
The walls of this world and mine started building. Though my weight wasn't the only thing I got made fun of for— trust me there were plenty of others —it was just a big one mainly because they knew it got to me. And I couldn't exactly say I wished that everyone would back off. No, because I knew they wouldn't. This was the price I paid the day I decided to befriend a certain half-demon. It was a price I was willing to clench my teeth together and get through— alone if necessary. So long as I had Inuyasha with me, everything would stay okay. After all, he wouldn't stick around if he knew how much emotional pain I received each day— hell, worse rumors about him leaving me would spread like wildfire. So I'll wear this skirt, even if it raises when I bend over and any other wrong moments. If it makes Inuyasha want to continue to be at my side, I'll do whatever it takes to keep him there.
After all, he and his family were all I had left at the end of the day. No more. No less. Rumors weren't going to matter in fifty years when we're old and struggling to retire early. Because I can bet that he'll still be here, I thought with a smile and feeling much better as I opened the school doors, entering an unpredictable world of chaos.
A/n: I guess this is fillish chapter. It only gives a little insight to Kagome's feelings and hints at her past. Sorta. Feel free to review on what you got out of this because originally it was supposed to be longer, including the drama I planned on putting in, but decided against it. Save it for next chapter. There has been a lot of rippin' and runnin' this past week. Know why? 'Cause it's muh birthday today :D Thanks GothBlue for reviewing. It made me smile real big(: Also thanks to the new fans/alert people. R&R/fan/alert and I will see you guys later. Peace. Love. And Soy sauce!
P.S. sorry if you didn't like this chapter. I will try harder next time (;3;)