Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha in any way shape or form. The beautiful manga and anime belong only to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own the idea of the Lying Games or the figure of A from the Pretty Little Liars. Those ideas belong to Sara Shepard.
Summary: When seventeen year old Rin Fumiko began her first year at Shikon University, she didn't expect to be to be courted by the powerful and dangerously sexy Sesshomaru Takahashi. She didn't expect to fall in love. And she damn sure didn't expect to get caught up in her lying games. As Rin tries to keep a mind-blowing secret from him, she's also trying to keep herself and her friends safe from an unknown figure with ties to her past. Who is this stranger? Why is he after her and her friends? And what will happen when Sesshomaru discovers the truth?
Hey, people! Just a question: did only one person recognize the baboon costume from the last chapter? If so, either everyone doesn't pay attention to small details or somebody hasn't watched Inuyasha enough. Just saying…anyway, onto more lies…or truths?
Two Truths and a Lie
Kagome Higurashi's smooth forehead wrinkled slightly as she frowned down at the unconscious patient. Her reports were final, her findings accurate. She had done everything she could. She caressed the silky chocolate hair; peering down at the completely relaxed face of the girl she's known her entire life. For a girl that inhaled almost a lung-full of miasma, Rin Fumiko didn't look like she was suffering. She appeared asleep.
A good ass sleep, at that.
Kagome remembered another time when she had been this curious about Rin, this suspicious and worried. It had been years ago, back when Kagome first realized that the happy girl she had known was changed forever. And so was Kagome.
"Mommy, can we go see Rin today?" The twelve year old girl said as she bounded down the steps. Mrs. Higurashi sighed as she finished packing the lunch she had made for her daughter before turning tired brown eyes to her child.
"You'll see Rin at school, Kagome," she reminded her and Kagome frowned. She didn't want to see Rin at school or at the playground. She wanted to see her now. Kagome had had a horrible dream about her younger friend last night, a very horrible dream. She saw Rin screaming and crying and she saw death and pain.
Rin didn't deserve death and pain.
But Kagome didn't tell her mother that. Ever since Kagome started developing her miko abilities, her mother got worried and anxious. She would randomly tell Kagome she couldn't see her grandmother, Kaede, or even go to karate practice for fear of something. Something that had Kagome secretly sneaking off with Rin to see the old, smart woman. And it's worse now that Kagome's baby brother, Souta, is sick.
"I guess," Kagome simply replied and slid on a jean jacket and hoisting her pink book-bag on her back. She'd tell Rin about her dream when she saw the girl and Rin would assure her that everything was alright and they'd talk about what they'd do with Kaede today. Mrs. Higurashi smiled, handed her child her little brown bag, and they were gone.
As her mom drove around the circle that shaped their neighborhood, Kagome glanced at all of the houses. Everyone was probably already at school. It was late in Kagome's eyes. Souta had kept their mom up because of his fever and Mrs. Higurashi slept through their usual wakeup time. So, Kagome was going to be late and –
So was Rin.
"Mommy, stop the car," Kagome begged. Her mother hadn't heard her, but Kagome wasn't giving up. "Stop the car. Stop the car!" The car skidded to a halt in the middle of the street as Kagome became glued to the passenger side window.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Mrs. Higurashi asked impatiently. She had five minutes to get Kagome to school. It was not the time for one of Kagome's mind games. Kagome pointed, eyes trained on the three-story house.
The one thing Mrs. Higurashi knew about the Fumiko's was that they never were careless. They had a multi-talented child and both parents held important roles at their perspective jobs. They were never ones to be crazy like leaving their garage door open with the light on or leaving their front door open with no light on.
"Hold on, baby," Mrs. Higurashi said quietly as she parked the car on the sidewalk. But Kagome already beat her to the punch. As soon as the car was parked, Kagome was running out of the car and towards the house, ignoring her mother's screams.
Kagome could feel the dark aura surrounding the house, could feel the lingering sense of danger and death. It made her skin crawl and her mouth dry. She gulped as she reached the door. Something was amiss and without thought, she called upon her connection with Rin. Rin's aura was almost like Kaede's; it had this kind of power to it that comforted Kagome. She could tell Rin from any imposter.
She ran into the house and stopped at the living room, gasping at the sight. The well-furnished, admirable room that Kagome once dreamed about having at her own house was covered in blood. Blood stained the cute rug, the ivory couches, and dark wood. And Mrs. Fumiko was lying in a pool of it, an obvious wound in her stomach.
Kagome wasn't a genius.
She wasn't even a doctor yet.
But she knew when someone was dead.
And Mrs. Fumiko was…dead.
"Oh my God," Mrs. Higurashi cried, hands over her mouth. Minako Fumiko was dead. One of the strongest women she knew, the woman who helped her through her pregnancy was gone. Mrs. Higurashi reached for her daughter. "Come here, sweetie. I have to…I have to call the police."
Kagome wasn't listening. There was that aura in the house, the aura that Kagome needed more than anything. Kagome ran up the stairs, pushing her mother's voice to the back of her head. Her mom needed to worry about calling the police and getting help. Right now, Kagome was worried about Rin.
"Rin," Kagome yelled the minute she opened the bedroom door. She exhaled deeply after having to push so hard at the door because of the desk. Someone had been trying to keep someone out of here. Kagome glanced about the room before her eyes landed on the closet. She could feel it in her heart, feel Rin. "Rin, come out. It's me, Kagome. I promise." She ran to the closet and opened it just as the little door opened.
Rin stuck her head out and Kagome could feel all the panic inside of her calming slightly. Other than the small cut on the side of Rin's forehead, nothing appeared wrong with the girl. But the tears.
"She's gone," Rin whimpered softly and Kagome could feel her heart aching, hurting just like it did when her dad died. "My mommy's gone." Kagome yanked the girl and pulled her into her arms, holding her tightly. Rin cried onto her shoulder, but Kagome didn't care. She hadn't even liked this jacket anyway.
"It's okay, Rin," Kagome whispered soothingly like she did to Souta when he had nightmares. "You're going to be okay. I promise."
Kagome pressed her hand against Rin's slightly damp forehead, smiling at the fact that the girl's fever was breaking. That meant everything was good.
"You're going to be okay, Rin," she whispered, not knowing if Rin even heard her or not. The girl was simply unconscious, not in a coma. For all she knew, Rin was somewhere else right now. "I promise."
Kagome sighed and stood, grabbing her clipboard as she walked away from the bed. Glancing behind her, Kagome frowned even more before walking out of the room. Once the door was closed, Kagome stared down at the clipboard, mocha-brown eyes taking everything she had jotted down earlier. Before she could get any further than a few feet from the door, Kagome was attacked.
"So, what's the status, wench?" Her rude, obnoxious boyfriend, Inuyasha, asked as the group stood before her. Kagome was about to retort, but was interrupted by Izayoi.
"That is no way to speak to your mate, Yasha," she chastised and the boy growled, cheeks flushing at getting in trouble.
"That's what happens when pups aren't properly trained," Rei commented in a bored tone, eyeing her nails. Everyone else was all worried about the stupid girl. She was fine; Rei had tried to tell them. Just fine. What was a little miasma going to do? "And you've got the pick of the litter." Izayoi and InuTaisho frowned and Inuyasha glared at the older woman.
"What's that, ya old hag?" Inuyasha snarled and was about to say more when Sesshomaru let out a loud, chilling growl that practically shook the hallways. Nurses on the floor beneath them paused at what they were doing, concerned. Inuyasha shoved his hands into his pockets, glaring at his brother. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Fluff-head. Not my damn fault you couldn't protect your mate."
In seconds, Sesshomaru had Inuyasha pinned against the nearest wall, causing a dent and Sesshomaru wasn't even really using any strength. Inuyasha swore under his breath as his older brother lifted his feet from the ground, gripping the hanyou by the collar of his shirt.
"Be careful what you say, half-breed," Sesshomaru hissed. "Especially after you left a permanent scar on your own mate." Kagome shifted uncomfortably and Inuyasha was practically seething as Sesshomaru reminded him of something nobody wanted to think about.
"How is she, Kagome?" Sakura asked tiredly, exhausted, anxious and worried. It was now three in the morning, Sakura hadn't even called in to make sure her boss knew that she wasn't coming to work, and she hadn't even had one ounce of sleep or coffee.
Seriously, how the fuck did anyone function without it?
"Well," Kagome started, not sure how anyone would take it. She then stared at Sakura dead on and finished, "She's fine." Everyone stared at her with blank expressions.
"I don't think you understand, Kagome," Sakura said. "She inhaled a dangerous amount of miasma. She should be…dying." Sesshomaru cast her a look and Sakura bristled. "It's not like I want that."
"I understand the circumstances, really," Kagome explained and then shrugged. "But she's fine." Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at her.
"And you're completely positive about that, woman?" Sesshomaru inquired and Kagome couldn't help but smile a little. Sesshomaru could pretend all he wanted that he was this big, cold and intimidating guy. But Kagome knew better and Rin proved it. He was a cuddly puppy.
"Of course. She just needs rest," Kagome assured him. But Sakura wasn't entirely convinced.
"But how in the hell is that possible?" Sakura demanded and Kagome sighed.
"Alright. How am I going to put this?" Kagome pondered her choice of words before continuing, "Umm…miasma – given that you know what you're doing – can be treated. In humans, miasma immediately poisons vital organs, leaving you unconscious and in need of immediate medical attention. But Rin…well, Rin is healing herself." Everyone gaped at her.
"That's impossible," InuTaisho scoffed. He knew the Fumiko family had their healing herbs that fought against even Sesshomaru's poisoned claws. But their bodies were still human.
"Obviously not for Rin," Kagome remarked before turning her eyes to Sakura. "I don't mean to pry, but is there…some kind of family trait that we're not aware of?" But Sakura wasn't listening. She wasn't even there, not mentally at least.
Rin's body wasn't healing herself. There was such a technique out there; Sakura had heard of it. But no one in their entire family had mastered it. Not yet anyway. And Rin…Rin didn't even know about them being hunters.
"I…I don't know."
Oooooo
"And because of my current state, I am resigning as captain of the Black Widows and as a current member of the Fumiko council," Minako Fumiko announced to the room and an outcry of disdain resounded. The elder council members glanced at one another before settling their eyes on the woman.
"Is there some other reason you are not telling us of, Mina?" One of the eldest men asked, staring down at her with piercing hazel eyes that had her wanting to cower behind one of the pews. But Minako stood fast and stared at him bravely.
"None," she said, lying. "As you all are aware, I am pregnant and I can't hunt when I am in one of my weakest stages. And after I have the baby, I plan on keeping her from this lifestyle." Another round of outrage went about and Minako stood firm, jaw clenched. Sakura stood on the sidelines, arms folded over her chest and eyes practically shooting her sister over and over again.
They'd been at this hunting thing together since they hit high school. Minako hadn't even talked to Sakura about resigning.
"And why is that?" The man pressed and Minako could feel her pulse racing at the tone in voice. How many years had she spent afraid of this man? How many times had she cowered under that voice?
"Because it will be my child and I will do as I please with that child, whether the council or anyone else agrees with me." Whispers and murmurs went around the room at the sharp tone, everyone on edge.
Minako Fumiko was one of the most elite hunters in the Fumiko line. The council consisted of different families and because of Minako's skills and team; the Fumiko's were the top. Her father was a council member, one of the longest-running members and one of the strongest any had ever seen. He'd trained her and to see her now refuting all of his training and guidance was astounding.
Albeit, terrifying.
Daichi Fumiko had a temper.
And neither of his children acquired it. Not even Sakura with all of her emotional damage.
"You may leave," Daichi told her, sitting back in his throne-like chair. His eyes told her that this conversation was not over for them. "The council will inform you of their decision." Minako squared her shoulders and stared him dead in the face, the face of what once was his favorite little girl.
Now, she was a stranger, a woman with a hidden agenda.
"There is no decision that the council can make that will change my mind. My choice has already been made and I have already appointed Sakura as the team captain. From here on out, I am simply Mina Fumiko. And that's all I ever will be." Those hazel eyes of Daichi's narrowed at her and Sakura watched with bated breath, knowing her father.
He'd have already punched Minako if no one else was here.
Even if she was pregnant.
"You are dismissed," one of the other council members announced, noticing Daichi clutching the armrest of his chair. Minako nodded, bowed respectively to the council members, and walked out with her head held high. Sakura met her outside.
SLAP!
Minako calmly sighed as she turned back to her sister, cheek already turning a little pink at Sakura's slap. It had been a pretty impressive one too and Mina was sure that it would bruise by tomorrow. Not that it would matter. She'd endured worse than this.
"How dare you!" Sakura spat, fist clenched as she fought the urge to punch her sister now. "We've been at this hunting game since…forever and you decide now that you're going to quit? After everything that we've been through?"
"I'm pregnant, Sakura," Minako explained as if that made all the more sense. Sakura swung at her sister and Minako caught the fist, twirling her sister around until Sakura's arm was caught behind the girl's back and in between the two of them. "You have to understand. Hunting wasn't just some family thing that Dad wanted to share with us. It was a better leverage over us, a way to control us for the rest of our lives. And sister, you're his biggest pawn."
Sakura snatched out of Minako's grip, shoving her older sister away.
"Screw you, Mina. I am nobody's pawn." Minako only shook her head.
"And yet you come when he calls and you have no life outside of the one he's given you." Sakura clenched her jaw angrily, glaring daggers at the older woman. "You're twenty-two, Sakura. And I'm twenty-five. And I'm just so sick of this life. We've killed so many demons and for what? Because it's the right thing to do? Or because Dad says that it is?"
"You're wrong," Sakura said, shaking her head all the while. It didn't matter that there was a supposed peace treaty between demons, priestesses, and humans. Demons still killed humans when they felt like it. Why was it so wrong when humans retaliated? "Those things have killed and somebody has to stop them. Renji –
"Renji's been dead for ten years now, Sakura," Minako reminded her. Renji had been Minako's first love, her first everything. He'd been killed by some demon that she hadn't ever been able to catch. It had been brutal. Renji's body had been mangled and Minako had cried for days before telling her father to train her. In her mind, Renji had always been the one that got away. "And I'm over it now."
"Dad's not gonna like this," Sakura pointed out and Minako smiled softly.
"It won't matter what he likes or dislikes. I've already filed a restraining order against him. He's not allowed to come near me or my daughter. And I've guaranteed that he can't come anywhere near my house." Sakura gaped. Minako was deadly serious about this. Something was up and Sakura wasn't exactly sure that it was just Minako wanting to leave the family business behind.
"You're only two months pregnant. How the hell do you know what gender it is?" Minako smiled brightly, dimples coming out.
"A mother just knows these things." Sakura chuckled.
"You sound like mom." They shared a small laugh, reminiscing about their mother who had died a few years back of cancer. The woman had never truly supported the hunting lifestyle, but she had always supported and protected her girls. How such a kind and loving woman got mixed in with a man like their father was a fucking mystery. "What's really going on, Mina? You've been freaking me out since you came back from England."
Minako sighed, doing a Sakura move and running her fingers through her hair, effectively tousling the curly locks up. Now that Sakura noticed, she realized that Mina was doing this a lot more than she ever had in her entire life and Mina was always a priss when it came to her hair. She never screwed with it. Her hair was her first baby.
"I've just come to the conclusion that there is so much more to life than killing," Minako said, but Sakura knew there was something else here. "And I'm bringing a new life into this world. And this isn't the kind of world I want her involved in."
"Mina and I had been involved with hunting since she was fifteen and I was twelve. Her boyfriend, Renji, while they had been out, was attacked by a demon. It had been dark and Mina couldn't get a good look. But it had left her devastated. I had never seen that look on her face before and afterwards, I never did again," Sakura explained, sitting in a chair beside Rin's hospital bed.
"So, you two decided to become hunters? Even though you both agreed when you were younger that it was wrong?" Kagome inquired and the older woman turned to her weary, almost baggy eyes.
Sakura had removed all of her makeup from earlier and now that everyone saw her, they realized that she wasn't some painstakingly gorgeous woman with a cold heart for demons. She was a girl that grew up too fast and had to raise a child while still trying to raise herself. Her skin seemed paler and now that her hair was free, she had parted it in the center and tucked some behind her ears. She looked young and tired.
"It's not that simple. After Renji's death, I never wanted my big sister to have anything to fear like that again. And for Minako, she didn't ever want to feel so weak again." Sakura leaned over and brushed some of Rin's hair back. "So, Dad trained us and when I say trained, I mean…he tortured us. Drills at three o'clock in the morning. Scares when you lay down to sleep. Oh, and we had to sleep lightly. He'd attack us in the middle of our sleep just to test our response time.
"He'd lock us in barred places or tie us to chairs and make sure we knew how to get ourselves out. When we were finished, we were…unstoppable. We were called Black Widows."
"After a fucking comic character?" Inuyasha exclaimed incredulously and Kagome tugged at his ear, earning a whine. Sesshomaru didn't even pay his brother any attention.
"We were as cold as Black Widow, as fast and as intelligent. We were the best of the best and that said a lot because we were the youngest." Sakura sighed. "But when Minako left for England, something happened to her. There rumors that she met someone in England…at the University of Cambridge. It was said that he was Japanese. Studying abroad for a year. No one knows the details, but when she came back, no one could find him and no one had the heart to question her.
"Before I knew it, I received a call that said I was the new captain of the team Mina and I built together. Mina was resigning, she was pregnant, and her best friend, Sai Himura, was going to marry her," Sakura said. "We all simply assumed that he was the father. He'd always been in her life and he'd always been in love with her. And I knew that she was her happiest with him. He'd even agreed to let Rin keep the Fumiko last name just as long as he got to name her."
"But?" Izayoi pressed and Sakura turned to her even wearier eyes.
"But there was this smarter part of me that knew…that fucking knew he wasn't Rin's father," she admitted and traced Rin's jawline. "Look, Rin has a slightly square jaw. Sai has a pointed one because of his narrow, heart-shaped face. Rin didn't get any of his features and she didn't act like him. But Mina never said anything and I never questioned. It wasn't my place." Sakura leaned back, staring at her niece. "But even Rin knew."
"Rin knows what exactly?" Sesshomaru asked.
"That there was a difference between her Daddy and her father," Sakura told him. "She had said it before the party and it didn't truly sink in that she knew the truth until after she had left. She'd been freaking out because of that new charm of hers, claiming that her Daddy would never give her a spider charm. And I believe her."
"So, let me get this straight," Rei said, heels clicking as she walked closer to the bed. "You have an eight year old girl – now seventeen – that knows her father isn't exactly her father and the only other people that know the truth are dead?"
"It's what made Minako such a mystery even to our council," Sakura explained. "She told lies to hide the truth. People do it every day. She calls it the lying game. Rin does it now too. She lies for some odd reason and sometimes, it's hard to tell when she does. But I know her and I knew Minako. They both were hiding something, even when Rin was eight. And sadly, Rin's caught on to one of Minako's most dangerous sayings." Sesshomaru raised an inquisitive eyebrow, glancing at his mate.
"And what might that be?"
"Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead."
"And two people are already dead," Kagome noted. Sakura nodded.
"And Rin's the last one standing."
Oooooo
"Hey," Kira called softly as she stepped into Kenji's bedroom. He looked up from his iPad and quickly set it down, smiling at her a little.
"Hey," he replied and pats the bed. "How are you?" Kira shrugged, tugging at the sleeves of her long-sleeved shirt.
"I'm good." Her voice was kind of quiet and went up an octave higher. Kenji chuckled as she sat beside him, glancing down at her hands. When she lied, Kira had a habit of wringing her hands together. She was doing it right now.
"You know, I can always tell when you're being less than truthful," Kenji told her and Kira blushed prettily, biting her lower lip. He grasped her hands and held them in his, bringing them up to his lips and kissing them softly. "Wanna try that again for me?" Kira sighed.
"I'm just…anxious," she explained. "It's already November and midterms are coming. And we don't even know if Rin is going to be awake by then. We don't even know how she's doing. They're not allowing a lot of us to leave campus since the incident. And I'm just…scared." Kenji turned to Kira fully on the bed, cupping her face.
"Scared of what?" She sighed.
"Scared of all of it," she exclaimed. "I'm scared of these fucking exams, I'm scared for Rin, I'm scared about whatever the fuck happened to her and to me, and I'm scared that this is only the beginning of something…a lot worse." Tears formed in Kira's eyes and she shook her head before staring at him again, as if she shook away her pain and tears. "And I just…I miss you."
It was an honest reply; that much Kenji knew. But he also knew her. There was something else going on with Kira and it started after her attack. Her scent was changing, that was for sure. She always smelled good to him, perfect even. But now, there was an almost demonic aura about her. And it was freaking him out because Kira wasn't a demon.
And he thought it had something to do with that demon that attacked her.
"I'm right here," he swore, rubbing his thumb across her cheekbone. Kira sighed, closing her eyes at the feeling.
"I know…I just…" Kenji searched her eyes for something else, wanting to really see if there was something she wasn't saying. "I just wish you could save me sometimes." Kenji's eyebrows almost touched at that.
"From what?" He inquired and Kira shrugged.
"Everything." She sounded so vulnerable and scared and Kenji wanted to make that go away. He hated when Kira was sad and his demon always wanted to coddle her.
"Then I will," he promised and Kira leaned over, kissing him gently. Without needing to ask, Kenji deepened the kiss, sliding overs silkily. This was perfect. It wasn't like when he kissed her back at that Halloween party. That had been out of need and lust and uncontrolled desire. This was how it was supposed to be: passionate and loving and sacred.
Before he knew it, Kenji was on his back with Kira straddling him, kisses still light and dainty hands cupping his face. His was in her hair, recalling moments when he'd kissed her before and ran his fingers through her silky locks. Kira's tongue delved in between his lips, getting a gasp from him.
She was never the one that started any of their makeout sessions. He'd always been and when they broke up, she'd only kiss him once and afterwards, he'd have to initiate the intimate part of their relationship.
This was new.
Not like he was complaining.
Kira's hands slid underneath his shirt and Kenji groaned, feeling her nails scrape against his skin. Her nails seemed longer now that he thought about it, sharper. Again, he wasn't complaining. They still left a trail of fire in their wake and had his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans.
"Hey," Kenji moaned, but Kira was too busy kissing and licking her way to his neck. He let out an even louder groan and gripped her hips when she bit him. "Are you sure about this?" Kira sat up a little, staring down at his face and Kenji gasped.
For two seconds, when she looked up at him, her eyes flashed pure fucking gold. And gold was nowhere near the same hue as turquoise. And she looked almost…predatory.
That thought made him shudder.
"Despite everything I said before, I miss you. And I want you," Kira purred – fucking purred – and captured his mouth again, silencing him for a few moments. As they continued to makeout, Kenji recalled something. Whenever they'd makeout, there was always something obstructing him from getting full on body contact. She'd remove it every time they had sex, but it'd be on again right after. And now there was nothing in the way.
What the hell was it again?
"Are you sure you're okay?" Kenji asked, pulling back. Kira sucked her teeth and sat up fully on him, looking so sexy and cute that he felt like a damn idiot for not simply enjoying the moment.
"I will be completely when Rin wakes up," she admitted. "And I'll be even better if you shut up and kiss me." Kenji gripped her shoulders when she tried to kiss him, wanting a real answer. She huffed. "Fine. Yes. I am perfectly fine."
That was a lie. Of all the things he'd ever heard her say, that was a lie. Because there was no fucking way in hell that her eyes could flash colors and he was pretty sure it would have nothing to do with the lights.
But he kissed her anyway, dueling with her tongue for control. Distracting her, Kenji flipped them over so that he was on top. Kira wrapped her legs around his waist, knees digging into his sides to keep him there. Kenji grinned a little, hands sliding up her sides and squeezing her hips when she arched into him.
But then his mind started replaying their arguments for some reason and Kenji felt horrible. Why was he doing this to her? Why was he here kissing her when he couldn't even be honest? He started thinking about the many times he'd already hurt Kira because of not being honest. Why do this and hurt her again?
"Wait," he called and Kira tried ignoring him, hand trying to grasp his shirt to pull him back down to her. But Kenji grabbed her wrists and held her hands above her heads. She pouted. "Wait a minute, baby. I need to talk to you." Kira deadpanned.
"And you decided you wanna talk? Now?" She emphasized that by tightening her legs around him, causing her hips to roll slightly and grind up against him. Despite his hormones, Kenji needed to keep sane.
"Look, you were right. I kept secrets from you and that wasn't fair. And I don't want us going any further without there being some honesty. At least on my part." They'd work on her little bout of secrecy later. Kira nodded.
"Okay…" She encouraged, staring up at him expectantly. This better be worth skipping out on her kissing time, damnit. Kenji exhaled deeply before staring at her.
"I think I'm gay," he admitted. Kira just stared at him for a few moments, expression blank. But then a smile broke through and she even let out a chuckle beneath him.
"What?" She exclaimed, a laugh even coming out. He was joking, right? Kenji sighed.
"I think I'm gay," he told her. "It's hard to explain and I know that it seems weird because I've never given you clues, but I think I am." Kira's smile faded and the giggles died as she noted the seriousness on his face.
"You're not joking," she noticed before gasping sharply. "Oh my God, get the fuck off me!" Kira pushed until Kenji relented, allowing her to scramble off the bed and scurry to the other side of the room. "You think…that you're gay! And you've just decided this randomly?"
"No, I think I've been for a minute. I don't know," he tried to explain, not really wanting to go into details. The details were painful enough for him. "Just…please, Kira. Calm down." Her eyes narrowed and just like before, they flashed gold.
Okay, she definitely lied.
Something was definitely wrong with her.
"The only guy I've ever been with tells me he thinks he's gay and you want me to calm the fuck down?" She shrieked and Kenji flinched, actually terrified.
"I know that this isn't easy to hear," he said and something…weird happened.
Kira's fingernails practically turned into claws and she flexed them. A darker aura surrounded her, causing him to step back. Her eyes effectively turned golden, piercing him where he stood and leaving him breathless and scared for his very life. And he was pretty sure he saw fangs protruding from her lips.
"K-Kira?" She didn't reply. She simply breathed heavily and Kenji gulped, not prepared for this. This wasn't his Kira before him anymore. This wasn't the girl he'd fallen in love.
This was a demon.
And Kenji had been pretty sure that Kira wasn't a demon.
Until she lunged at him.