Disclaimer: In case it's not obvious, I don't own Inuyasha.
Long read ahead. Fluff warning! Thanks for coming here! I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 3: Hotel Paper
Kagome's lashes fluttered. The sun was incredibly warm on her back. A slight breeze swirled around her, alleviating the feeling of her skin tanning (she hoped it wasn't burning). She wondered if it was time to reapply sunblock. She peeked with one eye and turned to look for Inuyasha. She had last spotted him wading into the sea and cursing about how low the temperature was. She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched her towel that she was using as a pillow, wrapping it around her arm and tucking it under her more securely. She listened to the incessant crashing of the waves on the shore. The certainty of the rhythmic pounding was so pleasant and soothing.
Just as she started to doze off again, she felt something scurry across her arm. An animal? Couldn't be. Then, she felt it again, distinctly this time. Her eyes flew open to spot something furry, lithe, and "squirrel!" She yelped as she sat up looking to see where it went. "What is it, Kagome?!" Inuyasha came bounding over to her, chasing the beady-eyed creature away. She shook her blanket now sprinkled with sand he'd kicked up. "My hero." She sarcastically remarked as she attempted to lay out the Sea foam green towel. She lay back down and covered her eyes with her arm.
Inuyasha plopped down beside her. Was she going to sleep again? He was bored and hungry. He wanted to wander around, but didn't want to leave her alone. He also remembered their rule not to go anywhere without telling the other. She had a temper; she was tiny, but she was fierce. Sure, he could match her word for word, but if she was upset then he was miserable. She could hold a grudge. Just one unhappy glance from her made him remember every awful thing he'd ever done in his life. She froze him out for a day once for "being a jerk" because he didn't appreciate her cooking.
There were plenty of cliffs and stretches of beach just beckoning. He tapped with his index finger where her foot and ankle connected. She didn't stir. Her raven locks were twirled to one side and fell over her shoulder. He reached out to shake her shoulder and gently said, "Kagome." She slid her arm from her eyes and shielded her caramel orbs from the glaring sun with her hand and lazily gazed at him, "what?" Her voice was soft, not a hint of irritation. He wondered how she could be so kind and patient.
"Let's go explore."
"What about the stuff?"
"Just leave it."
"I thought you didn't trust anyone."
"Then bring it. Let's just go wander."
She hadn't brought much with her. She collected their lunch bag, rolled up the towel, tucking it under her armpit, picked up her sandals with two fingers, and followed him down the beach.
He always let his hair flow freely, it blew over his lower back and around his shoulders and he didn't even seem to mind. His hair was longer than hers and she currently had hers tied to one side attempting to tame it. The muscles in his back rolled with each step, naturally flexing with each of his movements. He was so strong with just the right amount of defined, toned muscles. His shoulders were broad. His abs were perfectly sculpted. He walked right in the water, his red swimming trunks were taught and clinging to him as the waves lapped at his thighs. Her eyes skimmed over the droplets of water that clung to his bangs, which shaded his eyes. She could practically see his skin bronzing in the sun and he glistened from the clear water splashing around them and the ocean spray. He was gorgeous. She felt inadequate standing in his presence. She wrapped her pastel, jellyfish patterned sarong around her waist and tied it to the side.
Kagome's figure was full with a slim waist, and flat stomach. She had thick thighs and ample breasts. She wore a two-piece bathing suit; a strappy black bikini bottom that tied on the sides and a white halter-top decorated with palm trees and coconut slices. She was beautiful; the apples of her cheeks flushed with the exertion of their walking and the cool water. Her hair was voluminous and a bit wild, her bangs were unruly and flipped out a bit to the side. She had a heart-shaped face and milky, flawless skin. In the bright sun, he could see a hint of blue highlights in her hair.
He often asked himself why she'd chosen him to travel with. He had felt unworthy. He was mean to her, admittedly so, to keep her at arms length and to protect himself. But, he didn't know how to change the dynamic and for traveling purposes, it worked. He could feel himself getting used to her being around him. That's when his mouth would usually get him in trouble and she revealed herself a force to be reckoned with, but only when he deserved it. She didn't take his shit and wasn't afraid to call him out on it. She never asked him about his past or about his break up. She seemed to know when he needed to be alone and think, but she also wasn't afraid to approach him at those times either. She was unlike anyone he'd ever met.
They started up a steep, narrow, winding trail encased by shrubs and elbow-high bushes and wildflowers, which swayed in the wind. A rusty wrought-iron fence attempted to secure hikers from the sloping cliff side. Remnants of stone steps jutted out of the dirt. She wiped the sweat from her brow and looked out at the view. It was breathtaking. The deep blue ocean shimmered and danced for miles. There were very few clouds out on the horizon. Rocky and edgy bluffs made out the landscape. The shore curved into a crescent below them, some parts already being swallowed by the sea; the foam curls taking claim of the white sand. She inhaled, filling her lungs as far as they'd expand and let the air out slowly. Her hair whipped around her shoulders and she reached up to tuck the strands behind her ear and tried to smooth her bangs.
The trek was relatively easy, albeit uphill. He lead the way, turning to glance at her from over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping up. She tripped a couple times and he called her "clumsy," though he would steady her by her shoulders, avoiding taking her hand. She startled easily by the moving brush, often it was just a bird or a lizard. She would apologize and he would "feh" or "keh" in mild agitation. Although, coming across a three meter long snake was cause for concern. She'd practically leapt in his arms in that moment. They carefully, quietly, slowly stepped over it. It slithered away, hidden again by foliage.
They finally met with stairs that led down. He urged her to be extra careful. At the bottom, they were met with a plethora of rocks before it gave way to flat sand. "Get on." He offered as he bent down in front of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her legs around his waist, her thighs clinging to his sides, and he tucked his hands under to make sure she wouldn't slide off as he darted across the rocks. She tried to hide the blush that crept into her cheeks by burying her face in his hair. He was musky in a woodsy way. He radiated warmth and it seeped into her damp, cool skin. She was covered in a sheen layer of sweat. She was very aware of every one of his muscles flexing and shifting beneath her. He smirked to himself, he liked that she tensed up and clung tighter to him, a little gasp even escaped her.
He set her down. Her arms still held onto him to balance herself back on solid ground. She sunk her feet into the sand with relief to be out of the precarious moment. Her stomach rumbled and she laid out her blanket. She knelt down and unpacked the lunch she'd made at Jinenji's inn before they'd set out to the beach, which had been an hour and a half bus ride from the countryside. She spread out the pickled radish, omelette (which was her specialty), sausages, and small salad.
This side of the beach was shadier. She went over to a cluster of rocks. "A tide pool!" She exclaimed with delight. She hunched over to check out the life that teamed around them: starfish, hermit crabs, snails, and anemones. She opened her phone and saw a missed call from Sango. She had no signal out here to call her back and took pictures instead, making a mental note to get back to her friend as soon as she could.
Inuyasha started building a fire. "Are you sure you can do that?" She asked. "Why the hell not." He retorted. She rolled her eyes and decided against lecturing him over the safety features of it. She wished she had marshmallows in this moment.
She sat in front of the fire. She hugged herself, resting her chin on her knees. She looked out at the roaring waves crashing behind them. How she loved the beach.
The sun quickly set. The sky darkened and she could finally see the stars she'd been longing for. She watched them slowly appeared one by one like candles being lit. She lay back on the blanket and gazed up. A shooting star streaked across the sky and she exclaimed, "make a wish!" She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.
He crossed his arms and legs, overthinking. He could never figure what to wish for. The wind in the air changed and he inhaled through his nose deeply. A storm is coming. "We need to head back." He announced. She followed him without question. It was getting chilly out.
He carried her back because it was late, dark, and her "stupid human eyes" would only hold them up, not to mention he couldn't have her hurting herself with her "clumsiness" and ruin their trip. She giggled into his shoulder at his remarks. Guess she was getting a thick skin now (or just getting used to him).
They walked up to the new place they were staying. It wasn't as nice as Jinenji's, but it was the most affordable place near the beach. It was quaint. She would sleep in a shack if it meant she could be near the ocean like this. The rumbling waves were indeed a comfort. She had tried to text Sango back, but the lack of service didn't allow it to go through.
She found a pen and some stationary in the top drawer of her wood-paneled room. She started writing to her mom.
(-)
A large crash woke her and rain started to pour into her room. She felt shards of glass scatter on her bed. "Inuyasha!" She called, her voice shaky with fear. He rushed right in and scooped her up. She was soaked and trembling. He took her into his room across the hall.
He sat her on a chair and brushed back her bangs, inspecting her hands for any cuts. She had a small knick on her finger. He grabbed a bandage and wrapped it. "It's just a storm." He said. The old innkeeper came in to apologize and told them they would be getting a discount and a meal on them. Unfortunately, they didn't have other spare rooms. "She can sleep here. It's no big deal. It's not like you compelled the tree limb to crash in." Inuyasha kindly told them and closed the door behind them.
"Don't cry." He told Kagome as he handed her one of his dry t-shirts and a towel. Her stuff was no doubt soaked. He could hear the innkeeper and the help moving things out of the room. "Go change before you get sick." "I was just so scared." She whimpered, wiping away the tears. "Yeah, it was scary." He said with a chuckle and sat beside her. She laughed a little, too. "Thanks." She told him and got up to use his bathroom.
Thunder boomed loudly outside. She couldn't help jumping at the sound. She looked at her reflection. I look like a wet mouse, she criticized. Her eyes were red from need of sleep and crying. She washed her face. She pouted in disapproval at her clothes. The rain had drenched her so quickly. It came down in sheets. She could still hear it relentlessly falling outside. It was a lovely sound despite the frightening force of nature. It drowned out the sound of the sea, though.
She slipped on the black t-shirt he'd lent her, the hem barely covering her upper thigh. She covered her face in embarrassment. "Are you okay in there?" Came Inuyasha's voice from the other side of the door. She sheepishly opened it, "uh, yeah. Could you look the other way?" "What the hell for?" His voice was exasperated. "It's short." She muttered. "Feh! I've seen you in a bathing suit. Stop being stupid so we can sleep." He demanded and flung the door open.
Okay, she looked much cuter than he was expecting her to in her disheveled state. He looked slightly to the side, a blush etching his cheeks faintly, and he pressed his lips together. Her cheeks were rosy. Her locks were tousled. Her lips were full as she puckered them shyly. He scratched his nose nervously.
He flicked off the light. "I can't see." She complained from the doorway. He flicked the light back on. "Thank you." She softly said. He pulled back the covers of the bed. "Um, how do…where should I?" She meekly asked. "You can sleep on the outside." He said as he slid as close to the wall as he could, back facing her, as he offered her the second sheet. She shivered. "Get in already before you catch your death." He told her, his voice more tired than angry.
She turned off the light and crawled in. "You can have the pillow." He said and shoved it at her. He flipped back over quickly. His hair was silky. It brushed her arm as she lay down beside him. She turned her back towards him, too. She could feel his warmth. Her body got goose bumps adjusting to the temperature change. She sighed contentedly. "I'm glad you're here," she suddenly said. "On this trip and now, when I was terrified."
His heart skipped a beat. He thought of saying something like well, if you weren't so weak… but he settled for, "you're just figuring that out?" Her laughter was musical. She didn't expect anything else from him. Maybe it was just in his nature to protect people, she thought. He still hadn't opened up to her about his being a soldier that she'd overheard at Jinenji's inn. She slunk into the plush comforter and pulled it up to her chin. She fell asleep surrounded in warmth and listening to the sound of the rain plinking and plunking outside.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of her steady breathing.
She woke up alone. She rolled over into his spot. His side of the bed was still warm, which meant he hadn't been gone long. The skies outside were partly cloudy from what she could see from the window. Rain runoff still dripped from the awning. She heard shuffling down the hall and he came back in. His footfalls were soft as not to wake her. He opened the drawer for a fresh set of clothes and in a few strides he was in the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on. She dozed off again.
When she peered through her lashes again he was only in a towel, which hung low around his waist. His back was facing her. She couldn't help but look at the beautiful boy, her eyes tracing his outline and form. She pulled the blanket to cover her cheeks. She knew she was blushing. Sure, it wasn't anymore than she'd seen at the beach, but she hadn't really spent much time looking at guys, especially one as fine as him. She willed her heartbeat to steady itself. She forced herself to face the wall.
He glanced at her from over his shoulder to make sure she was still asleep. He patted himself dry. He quickly dressed in a red shirt, which had tiny holes in the front of it. The sleeves had white stripes. He wore red sweatpants, the drawstring had long fallen out, which only made them more comfortable. He made a mental note to go into town and get some new clothes instead of hand-me-downs. Her stuff was now in a pile in his room drying off. The heater was on now at least, so things could start drying.
He had a habit of waking up early still. She had had a rough night, so he decided to let her sleep. He'd gone for a walk to check out the aftermath of the storm. It had been a doozy. She was lucky she hadn't gotten hit by the tree branch and the window shards weren't bigger.
The sound of rain greeted her consciousness. She sat up and saw Inuyasha sitting up beside her. He had fallen asleep. His arms were crossed, but his legs were stretched out. His head rolled to the side. He leaned a little on her shoulder. She peered up into his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful. You'd never know he was so rough around the edges and rude. She reached up a hand to brush back his bangs, but stopped herself. She bit her bottom lip and sunk back into the blanket. She knew she was blushing furiously. It was better that he didn't catch her.
He cracked open his eyes and looked down at her raven crown. "You're awake?" He asked softly, sleep still prevalent in his voice. She nodded her head and sat up to face him. "Yeah, sorry, I've been sleeping all morning!" She was so chipper. He winced a bit, still waking up. He stretched and yawned loudly. "It's still early." He muttered.
"How are things?" She asked as she glanced around the room. "They're fine. Your room is cleaned and boarded up. You can sleep there tonight, then we can head out." He replied as he reached into the top drawer for a map. He flicked on the lamp beside the bed. "Where to?" He inquired as he laid it across their laps. "I need a place with cell service." She stated. "Town it is." He reached in the drawer and pulled out a tourist book and handed it to her.
"Isn't there anything you want to see?" She implored. She held the book open in front of his face and flipped the pages.
"This whole thing was your-"
"Yeah, so now my idea is what you want to do."
"I want to do what you want to do."
"Stubborn." She jabbed an elbow playfully into his side. He's still not opening up to me, she thought somberly.
(-)
In the afternoon, she spent writing on the hotel paper. She wrote to her family, her three friends from school: Eri, Ayumi, and Yuka. She started to write to Sango and Miroku, but thought it would be better just to call them. Inuyasha had gone out for a walk in the rain. She had insisted he take an umbrella and he only accepted after she yelled at him.
He just wanted to be out. He was so used to being alone that it was a little draining to be with someone else.
When he returned, she was organizing, repacking her things. She was now wearing her own clothes: a black skirt and a long-sleeved turquoise sweater-top. "Hey! We can play more games." She said as she pulled out some board games.
"Sorry!" She said as she kicked his peg off the board. "Why do they even call this game that, you're not sorry!" He complained as he picked up the board and shook it.
"Easy! That's not ours."
"No one should play this. It ruins friendships." He tossed the box on the floor at the foot of the bed. She smiled widely. "What?!" He barked. "Nothing, just I think you like me a bit more is all. I hope our friendship isn't ruined." She couldn't stop grinning. She liked their friendship being acknowledged. "What're you goin' on about?" He was a sore loser and walked over to the bookshelf.
"Story time." He announced as he brought over a book of mythology. "You have to do the voices." She insisted. "WE." He emphasized. She giggled and nodded in agreement. He sat comfortably next to her. They were shoulder to shoulder. She had to lean in to be able to read along the small text.
They started reading about Psyche and Cupid, then switched to Persephone of the seasons, then Eurydice and Orpheus. "These are all sad." She whined. "Boring." He added and flipped through the book. "OH, heroes!" She exclaimed and took the book out of his hand. "You have a favorite?" He asked. "Perseus! He cuts off the head of the Gorgon, saves Andromeda, and rides Pegasus!" She was excited. Her eyes were alight. He couldn't help, but laugh, "spoilers much." She blushed at his wide smile. She decided to read to him, having him say any lines that Perseus had.
"Say it more heroic, you know?" She said as she knelt in front of him and demonstrated.
"You're deranged," he pointed a finger to her head. "It doesn't say how he says it."
"He's a HERO."
"So? You've been watching too many movies. He's a regular guy."
"He is NOT. He's a demigod."
Inuyasha took the book from her hand and read up on Perseus's profile. "Like Hercules?" He asked, his voice raising an octave in interest. I'm no god or hero, but I know what it's like to be half of something powerful and having it cause trouble…. He thought. "You're a half demon, right?" Kagome's voice brought him out of his musings. She leaned her head on her knees. "So, in a way, you can relate to these guys." She smiled at him. "You're creeping me out." He narrowed his eyes at her. "I think it's cool." She said matter-of-factly. "It wasn't cool growing up and even now people judge me." He explained. "But, people are going to judge anyway." She reasoned. "I never belonged anywhere. I had to find my own place in the world. I wanted to just be like everyone else when I was a kid. Then, I wanted to be stronger than everyone else. Now, I realized that I have a place in the world, but I'm the only one in it." He confessed. He rested with an arm behind him, propping up his upper body, legs stretched out and his eyes were on the book open across his lap, though his gaze was far off in a memory.
"Hey, you're not alone anymore." She assured as she placed a hand on his that was over the book. He looked into her eyes, his expression serious. His features softened a bit. She was right. He picked up her hand and leaned in a little closer to her. He's so close, he could….Her heart was racing. At that moment, her phone rang. She jumped with a start and got up to check her bag.
His ears flicked as he listened in. He picked up the book, feigning deep interest in a random page. "Oh, Sango! I was going to call you. Can you hear me? Service is bad….Okay….I'm well…yeah, sorry. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? TOMORROW. BYE." She raised her voice trying to connect.
"It wasn't working for two days. Do you even have a phone?" She said, looking down at the screen, and sat beside him. The moment was ruined. She thought, trying to mask her disappointment. "Yeah, I have it just for emergencies and to look stuff up." He answered as he kept his eyes on the page, the stripes of his blush already faded.
"Which story are you reading?" She leaned into him as she peeked into the book. She was so soft and warm against him. He suddenly had the thought to bury himself in her and mentally kicked himself for thinking such a thing. "I'm not sure I'm familiar with this story." He fibbed. He didn't know which story it actually was. He hadn't been concentrating. She took the book and he watched her eyes scan the page. "OH, this is Jason and the Argonauts." Her eyes and mouth opened wide in recognition. She went on to explain the story to him and he listened to her intently. She was so excited and gestured wildly with her hands. It was cute and entertaining.
-…-
Her eyes fluttered open and rays of sunlight filtered through the lacey curtain. The book had fallen off her lap, some pages folded inward so it couldn't close. Inuyasha was leaning on her shoulder. She looked over at him, their noses almost touching. She had fallen asleep while reading. She liked him being so close and comfortable. She didn't want to move. She hadn't been this close to a guy before, not really. She hadn't ever felt anything for a guy before, really. She sighed heavily.
"Kagome, you okay?" He asked upon hearing her sigh. "Yeah, I just slept wrong." She lied. She stretched and rubbed her lower back. "If you're not used to sleeping sitting up, you're gonna be sore all day now." He remarked. "I've had a crick in my neck since the bus." She said as she laid back onto the mattress. "You're so weak." He playfully ridiculed. "Not everyone is fortunate enough to be half demon." She retorted.
Their commute to the nearest town was mostly silent. She reached into her bag and handed him the mythology book. "What the hell, you took it!" He practically shouted. "Shut up. They won't miss it." She chortled. She leaned on his shoulder and insisted, "read to me." So he did.
She talked to Sango on the phone while he bought food. The loud noises of the town bothered both of them. They had been in nature for quite a few days now. They had to adjust. It was a small town, so there were cars infrequently passing. People bustled around the square. The chatter of voices and people shuffling about were difficult to ignore. "What? You and Miroku want to join? Are you sure? Yes, of course you can. We're in Port City." He overheard as he set down their trays.
"My friends are going to meet up with us tomorrow." She announced. "Alright, so we'll get to explore this seaside village." He shoveled rice into his mouth. She shook her head lightly at his eating habits.
She walked into a souvenir shop after they'd finished shopping for clothes for Inuyasha. She eyed cute little plush key chains. Everything was chibi with beady eyes and brightly colored. Inuyasha followed behind her. "Do you really want something from here?" His criticism got him a grunt from the storeowner. He huffed and looked back at Kagome, crossing his arms. "I don't know. Everything is really adorable, though." He could hear that she was enchanted. Her voice was just above a whisper and her attention was divided amongst all the trinkets. He wandered over to check out some swords hanging on the wall and on display. "My dad gave me an heirloom like this." He mentioned as she walked by. "So you don't need to buy one." She teased. "Ha-ha," he laughed sarcastically then noted, "these aren't all rusty like mine." "These are not toys." The merchant began. He rambled on some facts and historical information. Inuyasha half listened. "Thank you." Kagome chimed in. Something near the window glinted in the sunlight and she waltzed over to inspect it.
Hanging on the shelf was a geode with pink crystals inside. "That was inspired by a legendary jewel of souls." The old man then turned away to dote on another customer. "I'll take this." She decided. She took the pendant into her palm. "Choose a chain." The manager suggested. She nodded and chose a silver one with small links and little clear beads.
"Would you?" She asked Inuyasha as she held up each end of the necklace with her fingertips and turned her back so he could hook the chain. His mouth twisted in defiance, but he complied. She pulled her hair up and to the side and lifted the tresses to reveal her slender neck. He quickly fastened the clasp and focused his attention on the harbor. "Thanks," she cooed as she looked down at the pendant on her chest. "I'll always remember that I bought this on my trip…with you." She twirled the pendant between her thumb and forefinger and looked up at him with a sheepish smile. Her eyes were glistening as much as the crystals. She looked up at him with anticipation (for him to say something?) "Don't get too excited." He replied with a turn of his face to the side in a smug kind of way, but still maintained eye contact. A blush tinted the corners of his cheeks. He bit the inside of his cheek when he felt his lips threaten to turn up into a grin. "You like spending time with me, don't you?" She inquired when he didn't say anything. He was so hard to read. "Depends." He muttered stubbornly. "Nevermind." She said bitterly and continued walking on the boardwalk ahead of him.
She absent-mindedly twirled the geode in her fingers as they continued to walk down the rows of shops. She stopped in front of a shop filled with handmade soap, bath salts, and other lush items for the skin.
Inuyasha sat on a bench outside the shop for bath bombs. It was too sweet and perfumey for him. His head lulled to one side as he watched Kagome hop from basket to basket. She chit-chatted with the shop lady about what each bath soak was for. She even tried some; the shop keeper sprinkled things and washed them off in a little fountain in the center of the shop. Her skin was already creamy and smooth, he didn't think she needed any of it. He glanced around and listened to the clamor of the tourists.
Kagome finally came out with a little brown bag, which held a couple cheesecloth covered bath melts. The fragrance was light. "Oh, good, you chose something decent. I thought I was going to have to avoid you smelling like damn incense." He remarked. "If that's the case, you could've said something before I went into the shop." She scolded, swinging her hands on her hips. The sun began to set on the horizon, casting an orange sheen over the port. The place was less lively. They read a board to find an affordable place to rest for the night.
"I've always wanted to try a bed and breakfast." She murmured as they browsed the posts. "What's the difference?" Inuyasha droned. "They have activities, cook for you, you meet other guests, and they have themed rooms." She clasped her hands together and her eyes glinted with wonder. "Doesn't sound cheap." He deadpanned. "Fine, you choose a place." She caved. "The single room in the lighthouse." He waved the flyer at her. "A single room?" She asked innocently. "Yeah, it'll save us money til your friends join us," he said casually. "We already shared a room the last couple nights." "Yeah, but the circumstances…" Her voice trailed off. He was already walking on ahead. "We can do the bed and breakfast thing with your friends." He compromised. She squealed in delight. He covered his ears and told her to shut up.
"Gimme all you got." A gruff voice demanded from behind Kagome. She froze. Inuyasha glanced over his shoulder at the bandit. He was dressed all in black. His face was covered with a bandana. He held a small knife. Typical. It didn't matter what time period or where in the world, these low lives still terrorized people.
Without a word and before the guy could even make a move, Inuyasha swiftly kicked a leg back and did a roundabout right into the guy's chest, knocking him down. He stood over him, kicking away the blade. Then, he bent down, yanking the guy up by the front of his shirt and slugged the scumbag, rendering him unconscious. Kagome covered her mouth with both hands. It all happened so fast. "Are you okay?" Inuyasha asked as he turned to her. She could only nod in the affirmative. A security guard from the boardwalk came running up and cuffed the guy. They stuck around, waiting for the police to come and file a report.
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A/N: You're amazing, thank you and I appreciate you if you've made it this far. Please review. Next chapter ready to go, though I'll edit it in the meantime probably. See you next month!
