Hi Guys and Gals, thank you all for reading the story. I intend to finish it by the end of the summer so please bear with me . Again I want to let you know that this will be an Inu/Sess story. That means they will by some divine miracle they will end up together. Please support this story and leave comments in my inbox or simply review. I truly hope you like it. A new update should be coming very very soon. If I finish with the other chapters, I will update. Again, I also know that I have a lot of grammatical problems in this story, if you have ever read my stories; you will know that it is a weakness of mine, but I will try to be better about it.
Love you all! Elexius Black
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I do not own Inuyasha, I only write fan fiction stories for my personal enjoyment, as well as for the enjoyment of others. I do not sell, nor have I ever sold me stories for profit, and I do not intent to in the future. However, the plot that is used in this story is original, as far as I know…, although it may be pretty cliché, and have not used anyone else's plot material. Any materials or ideas that are used in this story are my own, and if another person should suggest an idea, like from a comment or review they will receive recognition. If things are used from the original story line of Inuyasha, well I have already established that I do not own it.
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Chapter 3
An hour and a half later, I was at the bus stop, stepping on to the bus. The bus driver looked at me curiously as I placed my card into the machine. After a moment, he bluntly asked me why I was taking the later bus when school let out some time ago. He continued on to ask me where my fellow classmate with the red contacts was, he hadn't seen him today, and that he was usually trailing after me.
Knowing who he meant, I shrugged my shoulders, and said that he would mostly likely not be taking the bus anymore. The bus driver looked a little sadden, but simply scoffed, and stated in an offended voice, "Must've gotta car! Kids these days with their own transportation" Feeling the doors close behind me, I grabbed the steel railing circling the top of the bus, and swung my body over and into my seat as the bus took of sharply gaining speed.
I mostly never minded the bus driver's conversation. In fact, he has been me taking me to school since I could walk. He had also seen how others had treated me, and even my mother. Out of the kindness of his heart, he gave me the handicap seat at the front of the bus, where the other human kids … and adults couldn't bother me. After he gave me that seat, not even handicap people could sit next to me.
Looking out of the window of the bus, I fidgeted with the strap of my book bag.
All the while, I thought about Naraku. Even on my walk to the bus stop, I could feel the uneasy pressure in my head spread. I began to realize that guilt had set in. It had gotten up to the point where either I was seeing things as they actually were, with me being the reason Naraku attempted suicide, or guilt was coming from another place.
In all truth, I knew what it was that was making me feel this way. I wanted to avoid the stream of thoughts that were beginning to take shape in my head. However, with nothing else to distract me from my own thoughts, but the vacant seat that Naraku usually sits in, my thoughts slowly shifted to what I had been trying to suppress.
The idea that I should have told him how I felt sooner, even if I didn't really love him. I could have told him that I at least cared, and appreciated his efforts to make me happy, and that in some ways he made my day, and that his little notes made me feel special.
He deserved that much, and my own disregard for his love and affection had went unanswered to the point that it drove him to -.
I began to think that I should have went after him when I noticed his odd behavior, but had no idea the he would even think to –
Another thought entered my head, I didn't want to finish the other ones, it made me sick in my stomach, and worse, I could feel my own anger rise at myself. My uneasiness continued as I thought back. The look of sheer happiness and delight on Naraku's face as he looked at me, before he jump caused my skin to tingle, and caused a sour queasiness in my stomach.
Without knowing it, my eyes began to water. Trying to control myself, I quickly realized that I was on the verge of falling apart. I took several deep breaths, and tried to clear the thickening in my nose and my throat. Shaking my body slightly to get a grip on myself, I found that my efforts were failing, and badly.
My breathing seemed to increase greatly as I inhaled, and my skin seemed to burn and itch. My breathing went from fast full inhales, to short painful hiccups, I felt like I was chocking. Doing the only thing I could do to stop myself from falling apart on the bus, I put my hand over my mouth, and leaned into my book bag.
Letting out a muffled scream, I let the tears in my eyes fall, and waited for some time until I was sure I could control myself. Shakily, I took in a deep breath, and wiped my face. The feeling that I had didn't go away, but I was at least able to conceal some of the turmoil on my face.
For sometime I watched the traffic whiz by, thinking of nothing in particular. I felt nothing in particular either… Looking back down at my book bag I opened it up, and reach in it to find Naraku's note. I hadn't opened it yet, and I was beginning to think that maybe I shouldn't. I didn't know what it would contain and some part of he didn't want to.
However, it was tradition for me to read his little notes on the bus ride to work, so I open it. After reading some lines, I realized it was a suicide note, and worst off it seemed that I was indeed the reason for him jumping. Folding the letter up, I tossed it back into my book bag.
A pounding headache had formed in a flash. My chest began to tighten, and my breathing shortened. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I let out a silent sob.
I'd be damned if I was going to work, or even back to school for the rest of the week.