Pinky Promise
After an incredibly long hiatus (I'm sorry!) I'm back to finish up my stories. Sorry I took so long, please forgive me.
Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha.
-Prologue-
"We'll always be together, right, Yashie?" I asked as I stared at him with eyes full of childhood innocence and trust.
"Yeah, Kags, we always will," he said, linking his pinky with mine without hesitation.
You lied...
You didn't mean it...
It wasn't true.
"Hey, Yashie, you'll marry me one day, won't you?" I asked, with a bright smile.
"One day, Kags," he said. He locked his pinky with hers again, just like before.
Another lie...
How could you?
I believed you.
"Yashie... we'll have kids of our own, won't we?" I whispered softly, with a dreamy smile on my face as I watched my baby brother sleep.
"Yeah, we will, Kags," he said. He didn't look at me, but he did hook his pinky with mine, like always. I thought I felt a moment of hesitation before he hooked his pinky with mine, but I must have been imagining it.
You lied again...
Why couldn't you be honest?
This is torture.
"Hey… Yashie?" My voice was softer, a little unsure.
"Yeah, Kags?" he replied, a hint of impatience creeping into his tone.
"You'll… always love me, right?" I asked, feeling a small knot of doubt in my chest, though I tried to ignore it.
He paused, longer than before, and the silence stung. "Sure. I'll always love you," he finally said. His pinky reached out, but there was a heaviness to it, like he was just going through the motions.
This lie hurt the most...
You never cared for me...
I hate you.
One Year Later
It was just another day. Inuyasha had just finished basketball practice, and I waited by the school gate, like I always did. The cold afternoon wind brushed my face, stinging my cheeks. I followed behind him as we walked, just out of sight—like he preferred, so no one would wonder why I was there.
"Hey... how was practice today?" I asked as he walked past me, hoping today would be different. He didn't even look at me, his footsteps a steady rhythm on the pavement. I followed silently, my chest tightening with every step.
I don't know why, but I was desperate to close the growing distance between us. Maybe if I could just get him to spend time with me, things would go back to how they used to be.
"Hey, Yashie, do you want to—"
"I thought I told you to quit calling me that," he snapped, still walking ahead, his back to me.
My heart dropped. "You said not to call you that in front of other people…" I mumbled, my voice small and weak, carried away by the wind.
"Well, stop saying it altogether," he said coldly. "So you won't mess up and say it around anyone else."
I felt like I was falling apart. He was the one who told me to call him that. What happened to him? Why did he change so much?
"You're the one who told me to call you that..." I whispered, more to myself than to him. His ears twitched. Even with his back to me, I knew he heard. He came to an abrupt stop and turned to face me, the wind whipping his hair as irritation flashed in his eyes.
"Get over the past already, Kagome. None of that stuff matters anymore. We're adults now—it's time to grow up."
His words felt like a slap, freezing me in place. He started walking again, but when he noticed I wasn't following, he stopped and glanced back, annoyance written across his face.
"You coming or not? I don't have time for this."
"What do you mean... none of it matters?" I asked, barely managing to keep my voice from breaking.
"It was in the past, Kagome. Let it go. Forget it."
"So... when you said we'd always be together..." My voice cracked, the pain making it hard to get the words out. "That wasn't true?"
"How could we always be together? We aren't even together now. Speaking of which, stop following me around. It's ruining my reputation."
"You said I could walk home with you..." I whispered, struggling to understand what had happened to him.
"That was before people started noticing. Now they do, and they keep asking why I let Nerdy Higurashi walk home with me."
"Don't call me that. I'm not a nerd." My voice trembled as I fought to hold back the tears.
He scoffed. "You wear glasses, baggy clothes, you have braces, and no friends. What else would you be?"
I blinked away the tears that blurred my vision. My chest ached, but I had to know. "What about... wanting to marry me?"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not getting married. Are you crazy?"
"And what about having kids? You promised—"
"I can't stand kids. Why would I want my own?"
My heart shattered into a million pieces. "And... when you said you'd always love me..."
"I don't even love you now. I never loved you."
That was it. I couldn't hold back anymore. The tears poured down my cheeks, and without thinking, I slapped him as hard as I could across the face.
"What the hell was that for?" he shouted, his hand covering his cheek. "How dare you—"
"I hate you, Inuyasha Takahashi! Do you hear me? I hate you, and I never want to see you again!"
For a split second, his eyes flickered with something—regret, maybe—but I didn't care. I turned on my heel and ran, leaving him behind, leaving everything behind.
After that day, I stopped waiting for him after school. I moved away, and I never saw Inuyasha Takahashi again.
Until next time