Kagome's POV
I awoke peacefully to the sound of "Hey Jude" drifting past my ears. Seconds later the course of today's events flooded my mind and all thoughts of peacefulness were shattered. A lump of fear resettled itself inside the pit of my stomach. I peeked at Yasha slowly; I didn't want him to know I was awake.
His bangs hung over his eyes, shielding all possible expression. All that could be heard throughout the car was John Lennon's screaming. To be even more daring, I slowly turned my head toward the window. My eyes were screwed shut; part of me didn't want to know where I was. Slowly I cracked one eye open. Then two.
Wherever I was it was quite far away from the coffee shop.
Large towering trees shaded a vacant rode...there weren't any cars in sight. I could feel my heart skip a beat; what, was he going to dump me in some river and drive off!? I tried to breath soundlessly but it was becoming difficult. I had to get out some way, quickly, before nobody knew where I was.
My gaze landed on the car door. But...I couldn't just open it and roll out. Then where would I go? Make peace with some bears and eat some fish for the rest of my life? If only there were some way I could reach for my phone without him noticing.
Just what had I done to deserve this anyway? I wasn't going to actually turn him in to any police but even if I had it's not like he'd stay there for more than a night. Now it might be a different story.
His eyes were still glued to the road. I slowly edged my hand into my pockets and felt the firm outer case of my phone. My eyes darted back to his face...he was still focused on driving. 'Good,' I thought.
Ever so slowly I wiggled my phone out. When it finally came out it took all of me not to gasp in shock.
My phone was...split in two.
I sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that clouded my vision, but failed. I silently cursed myself for hanging on to my old phone and never bothering with the new ones. How could that asshole actually dig through my pockets while I was passed out? That was a whole new level of psycho. 'Well, so much for that option,' I thought bitterly.
"Tsk, tsk," My eyes shot to his. This time I really did gasp, not knowing he knew I was awake. "How could you think I would be so foolish? You think you could just be some heartless bitch and get away with it?"
I grit my teeth. My patience was completely drained from me.
"Listen to me you obstinante, pidheaded milksop," He raised a brow, clearly confused. Served him right; he was an idiot anyway! "I. did. absolutely. nothing. TO YOU! All I did was almost give you a date! How is that something worthy of kidnapping me!?" I raged, breathing harshly.
"OH REALLY? SO YOU THINK FOLLOWING ME TO MY HOUSE AND TRYING TO TURN ME INTO THE POLICE ISN'T SOMETHING WORTHY OF KILLING YOU RIGHT THEN AND THERE! I'M BEING KIND GODDAMIT!"
"KIND!? YOU KNOW WHAT!? YOU ARE AN INSANE PERSON AND AS SOON AS I GET OUT OF HERE I'M SENDING YOU STRAIGHT TO THE NUTHOUSE WHERE YOU BELONG! NOW EXPLAIN YOURSELF BEFORE I TURN OVER THIS DAMN CAR AND WRECK US BOTH!"
By this time we were both breathing harshly, filled to the brim with frustration and anger. I was almost suprised by the amount of malice in my voice, but then I realized something. My threat was very much real. I would rather have both of us dead than have him dump me in some river and live on the rest of his days with happiness. All I would have to do is grab the steering wheel and turn it.
He slammed on the breaks. I squeaked and threw my hands forward in a reflex, thankfully breaking my fall.
His eyes met mine and I was suprised to see there was actual sincerity in them. If anything I was expecting his face to be red and angry. He stared at me with that look for some time; but then I noticed something odd. It was clouded over with some kind of unreadable expression.
"You know what? You were going to try to turn me in. I would really appreciate if you were honest, but you choose to lie, and that's what got you into this mess,"
I opened my mouth to object; really I had no idea what he was talking about, but he shushed me.
"Now, now. Let me finish. I should be honest too right? You would have been perfectly right to do so. I did, after all, murder a man," he admitted solemnly. I could feel the heat drain from my cheeks.
"I killed him just because he got in my way. Watched the life drain from his face; who knows, he might have been a father. Might of had kids to take care of," His voice trembled slightly, only to turn monotonous, "But I killed him anyways. Why? Because I felt like it. That's all. And there's nothing you, or anyone else for that matter, can prove."
He stated this so calmly and factually I threw up all over the car. This was just too much. How was I supposed to know he was some crazy murderer? This...this whole thing wasn't even my fault! If only I hadn't followed him. Why...God, why did I have to do that? What on Earth possessed me to do such a stupid thing?
I sobbed pitifully; not the kind of loud, half-screaming half-crying I did earlier, but more quiet. I had never felt more alone and more scared.
"Eww...gross." He complained, wiping the regurgitated meal off his shirt. I didn't bother answering. What was there to say?
The rest of the car ride was spent in a stony silence. I was defeated; there was nothing I could do except wait for the oppertunity to present itself.
I peered back at his face. He was no longer the same person.
'How did I not see this?'
Inuyasha's POV
It wasn't long before I spotted Miroku's house. The same old blue jeep was parked in the garage. I sent a thank you up to the heavens, for I wasn't a hundred percent sure that he would still be there.
I stared back at Kagome; the girl I had managed to kidnap. After doing my best Lizzie Borden impersonation I only felt satisfied from scaring the shit out of her momentarily. It wasn't true, of course, but she didn't need to know that. I smirked, internally pleased that I was able to scare her senseless. It made me feel powerful, even if it was just temporary. I could always scare the eyeballs from her sockets some other time.
The girl was still staring out the car, her eyes trained on the road in a look I could only describe as determination. I wondered briefly what she was thinking about, but lost that train of thought quickly when I rolled into his drive.
It just occured to me that in all this time of driving I hadn't thought whatsoever about what I planned to tell him.
So, instead of drifting into the driveway like a lone survivor out at sea, I stubbornly veered toward the right.
"Is this your plan?" Her sharp voice shot through, a bullet.
I blinked. I must've looked dazed for she huffed impatiently.
"You're going to pull some scare tactic crap with me, then let me die of boredom? Because if that's the plan, you can be assured, it's working. You don't think I know what your up to?"
I blinked again.
"Look...I just need to think of something. Just shut up for a sec, will ya."
This was clearly not the right choice of words.
Her face scrunched up with her teeth grit much like a wolf...but much scarier.
"SHUT UP HUH? I'M SICK OF BEING CALM AND YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME! YOU'RE JUST SOME CRAZY MURDERER! I HAVE A LIFE YOU KNOW! I HAVE A FAMILY! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! THIS ISN'T FAIR! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE WE ARE!" More frustrated sobs ensued.
I winced; her yelling was not one of my most treasured moments in life. My voice was still hoarse from the last go-round. A sudden thought crossed my mind. Without a word, I handed her a bottle of water that I kept hanging around the car in the unlikely event that I would get stuck in traffic so long I would go through dehydration. It was close enough.
She eyed me cautiously, then, seeming to weigh the possibility that I somehow drugged it while I was driving, decided that was impossible and ripped it from my hands. I watched in wonder as she seemed to drink the whole thing with three gulps. She stopped sobbing altogether.
The girl was still clearly peeved, but I could tell it calmed her down a bit. I frowned, forming an idea in my head; she was going to pay dearly for this alright. 'Don't think this is over yet girl,' I thought wickedly. I ran down a list of ideas through my brain filter: 'Nope can't say she is an escaped murderer...to say she came from an insane asylum might not be taken too well either...'
After a few moments of almost religious debate, I was about to give up. All of my ideas seemed completely ridiculous. But then, a deliciously revengeful idea seeped through my head, straight to my mouth where a slow grin curled.
"Don't worry, you won't die of boredom," I assured.
She didn't say anything. I hoped that was because she was tired of yelling.
Swerving around yet again, I took a couple turns back to his place. After years of driving there and going to camps together it was ingrained in my memory, even though I hadn't been there for some time.
Small blobs of flowers awoke from the grass, just as I had remembered, with the exception that his house was now painted a too-happy-orange color. 'He must've finally landed a girlfriend.' I snorted crudely.
"Asshole," I heard her mummble under her breath.
"Hey! I heard that!"
"Good! I hope you do!"
"I hope you drown in a lake and get eaten alive by parasites in front of your best friend!"
"Well I hope you get mauled by a pack of hungry wolves in the middle of nowhere!"
"I hope you get strapped down to a chair and forced to watch The Wizard of Oz for two days!"
She quieted; I grinned, glad to have won this round. It was going to be one hell of a lovely experience watching her suffer with me. Yet the entire argument completely diverted my attention from his house. 'Bitch.'
Still parked in the driveway, I hopped out the car. She just sat there.
"You coming or not?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"No. You'll probably just run me over with your car if I do that."
I swallowed a laugh. Waste all that gas and then run you over two hours later...logic. "No, you brainless twit, you'll die a slow painful death of hunger and thirst. You can follow me and have a roof over your head, food, and water, or you can die. Your choice."
With a worried frown she scooted quickly out the car. Smart girl.
Uneasy, she followed behind me.
I knocked on the door, ringing the doorbell about ten times.
'You will not be gone right now...I need you...I swear I'll kill you if you aren't home Miroku.'
He must have cared about his life for he answered the door after the fifteenth ring.
"Whatever you plan on selling, nobody will care to buy it at this time of night." Miroku claimed groggily. Slowly his crusted eyes opened. "Holy shit," he breathed. "Inuyasha? Is that...you? I must be having that vampire dream again."
"No. I'm very much real," I touched his arm just to prove it. His eyes widened.
"Wow! You're actually alive! Where have you been? It's been forever!"
I squirmed uncomfortably. This is why I hated reunions; people always acted like I was bound to die the next week or so.
"Hey man, I need your help," I braced myself to look completely dejected. "Our parents kicked us out of the house. We had just-"
"Wait a minute," he interjected, "we? Who else is with you?"
I turned around. As it turned out the Kagome girl was standing directly behind me. She probably thought I was trying to bring her as some demonic sacrifice.
Miroku's eyes ogled her up and down. My eye twitched slightly; he was still just as lecherous as always.
"Will you stop staring at me?" She broke the awkward silence. Her face looked drained, and I got the distinct feeling she was ready to sleep anywhere.
"My dearest," he began, "I only wish to endulge in your pure beauty, the way your plump lips beckon me in the moonlight-"
I cleared my throat loudly.
"As I was saying. My girlfriend and I got kicked out of the house; we were trying drugs together and well...let's just say she got a little carried away."