Chapter 4: Chapter 3: Goodbys and Hellos
A/N: Thanks to all the people who have sent me such great comments/reviews and emails! And to those of you who don't say anything but continue to read, I thank you as well. After such a short chapter last time, I don't know whether to say “sorry” or “you're welcome” for this behemoth of a chapter… I hope everyone continues to enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it! Also, I hope everyone has a happy Holiday Season! I don't know when I'll update again, so I just wanted to say that beforehand, just in case. Let me add that if anyone has any questions (besides who she winds up with), don't hesitate to ask! I really don't mind questions! So, on with the show!
Chapter 3:Goodbyes and Hellos
This wasn't good. Kagome had gotten up much later than planned, and now other things were souring her mood as well as her Saturday. First, Sayuri was at a special lecture at school. Second, Nikki left, leaving a note on the refrigerator that she was out getting a mani-pedi and massage. She had known better than to wake Kagome for that - the wannabe-doctor had better things to do with her time than to have people pawing at her limbs. So… now what? Returning from the bathroom to slump over her bed, Kagome spotted the packet from Cohen and Cohen. Sighing, she picked it up; she was both curious and unwilling to open it. She untied the small red string that wrapped itself around the button-like clasp, unwinding until it freed the top portion of the envelope. She reached inside and was surprised to find but one sheet of paper, neatly typed by the receptionist that worked there year-round.
`Ms. Higurashi,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to help with a particular medical-based legal case. We are prepared to assist you in whatever means necessary, and to compensate you heavily. Obviously, we should speak more thoroughly in person about this matter and should set up an appointment to do so. Please call us at 305-….'
Kagome stared blankly at the letter for several seconds, blinking. Why did they even write the letter? It pretty much says the same thing Sesshoumaru told me. Is this just about formalities? She stared into space. Did they tell him to say that stuff? Or did he read the letter? He could have easily opened and retied the envelope.
Knowing she had nothing to lose by hearing them out, Kagome called, recognizing the receptionists' voice. She set up an appointment with the Cohen brothers at six o' clock on Thursday evening. Without placing the phone down, she immediately called Houjou, who had been studying and didn't seem thrilled to hear from her. Trying not to sound too eager, she told him that she needed to speak with him, and asked him to meet her by the lake. He had seemed hesitant at first, but obliged.
When did it become laborious just to see me? she wondered, feeling a little better about what had to be done.
She had to dress of course, running her fingers through her hair to undo any kinks. But despite this, she was still the first to arrive at the small picnic table by the lake where she had asked him to meet her. He probably couldn't tear himself away from those books…
He arrived, looking every bit the part of someone who spends their entire Saturday studying. She exchanged greetings with him, telling him of her opportunity at the firm. He seemed happy for her, yet bored. Mentally rolling her eyes, she began… `I just don't think we're right for each other…' `Maybe we'll bump into each other when we graduate…' In the end, he turned away, unemotional and silent. Come to think of it, she didn't think he had said two words. But she still felt horrible, and Kagome went home to immerse herself in `Blackjack Cherry' ice cream, sitting on the sofa with the T.V. on but not really watching.
When Nikki finally came home, she had come to the conclusion that Houjou had dumped Kagome - what with the crying and dairy-induced coma - but Kagome had set her straight, and Nikki didn't feel so bad, letting her friend know she had done the right thing. Kagome told her she wouldn't be going out tonight as planned, but she insisted that her blonde friend go without her. Nikki tried to compromise and resist, but in the end there was just pouting as Jason tugged her out of the apartment, leaving Kagome with a cheesy 80's-era movie and an empty pint of ice cream. But having her friend there had made her feel better about herself.
She vegged out on the couch a while longer, letting the hours - and badly plotted movies - slip by. She began to feel restless, but didn't feel like being around people. Not knowing how else to ease her anxiety, Kagome found herself putting on her yoga pants and a tee shirt, thinking that not only would a good run help ease her mood, but work off some of the ice cream as well. She locked her apartment, stopping to stretch on the front steps of the dorm. She began by walking briskly, raising her heart rate. Soon, she was jogging, waking her way around the lake. She had broken into a run for a while, but upon seeing another of the picnic benches that were staggered limitedly around the lake, she stopped to stretch a little.
She had started with her back, bending her body in different ways to extend the muscles. Moving on to her legs, she had her hands on her right thigh as the same foot rested on the tabletop when she was startled by a voice.
“Nan… de?”
She knew this voice. But it wasn't the deep, gravelly voice of the runner Kouga, whom would be her first choice if she thought she would bump into someone out here. She looked up, hoping that maybe it was him, but was doubly shocked and happy to find that it was the lead singer of the band she had heard last night.
“InuYasha?” she asked, her voice betraying all the emotions, past and present. “Wow, what are you doing here?”
She hadn't noticed, but he felt embarrassed anyways, ogling her in such a compromising position.
“Well, uh, I never got to tell you… I'm a student here too,” he explained.
“Really? Wow, that's so cool!” she said, trying to hold back her optimism.
He had noticed it, however, and he suddenly felt fuzzy and warm; it was the same feeling he had felt the first time he saw her, back at the club - the reason he searched for her incessantly. And if it hadn't been for that creep of a bartender, he would have never had grown the courage to speak to her. What was the point? Once she found out what he was… what he was capable of… No one could love a monster. And this girl… she was so smart and beautiful… untouchable. He shook off the melancholy that was growing, trying to pay attention to what she was saying. “Huh?”
Kagome smiled. “I asked what your major was.”
“Oh, right. Music. Not much longer to go…” he told her sheepishly.
“Duh,” Kagome said, smacking herself in the forehead. What a stupid question. Way to go Kagome! This is why you're a doctor, not a detective!
InuYasha noticed her distress and tried to change the subject. He asked her about her run. Finding herself feeling rather chatty, Kagome told him the whole story, leaving out the relationship details. She had missed the flash in his eyes when he realized she was single, and he was glad she hadn't been looking at him. Not wanting to pry, he didn't ask anything else of the relationship or breakup, and she changed the subject to him. She learned that he had been in a music building, adjacent to where they were now. He had been using one of the computers that had software made for composing, and she was impressed. InuYasha found himself mesmerized by her; she was so innocent and sweet, and even though she was training to be a doctor, found what he did - playing guitar and writing songs - amazing. How naĂŻve, but cute.
They continued to talk, and eventually, Kagome found herself yawning. It wasn't too late, but the emotional tolls of the day paired with the run had made her sleepy. She noticed the disappointed and embarrassed look on InuYasha's face as she yawned again, standing from the bench. He searched for something to say.
“This was great, InuYasha, but I'm really exhausted. I guess… I'll be going…” she said as she fumbled, brushing off imaginary dirt and turning to go.
He seemed like he had something to say, but couldn't get it out.
“Uh, do you want me to walk you back?” he asked shyly.
“You don't have to… I don't want you to go out of your way,” she said, hoping he would take the bait.
“Keh, it's not out of the way. Anyways, I'm not gonna let a girl like you walk home alone at this time of night…” he told her, scowling.
She was a bit surprised at his tone, but she found it funny. “A girl like me?” she asked teasingly.
He quickly looked away at his guitar, but not before she noticed the pink that had crept across his face. “Well, you are a girl, right? Baka…”
She smiled as she began to walk, letting him simmer down without being the center of attention. For a while they walked in silence, each trying to find something to start a conversation with. But they both had conflicting thoughts and emotions coursing through their bodies, making it hard to think. Eventually, it was Kagome that found a topic.
“So… do you do this often? The whole late night music writing thing?” she asked.
InuYasha smirked at her. “Well, it wasn't that late when I started.”
“Oh, right,” she said, feeling stupid.
InuYasha immediately felt bad for his comment and tried to make her forget it.
“Yeah, I guess I do come here a lot. Sometimes I get stuff off my chest quickly and finish early, like tonight, and other times I get stuck and I'll be there past now…” he told her.
He played with the bill of his baseball cap, a different colored, yet same hat as the one she had seen on him last night. She hadn't thought to talk about the club, and made a mental note to ask him about it.
She was surprised when he offered more about his night sessions.
“I guess… it sorta calms me.”
“Music soothes the savage beast, huh?” she giggled.
She didn't miss the instant scowl that took over his features, flashing angry eyes and a defensive posture. She had angered him, but had no idea why or what to say to fix it.
Fortunately, she found herself only a few yards from her building, knowing it would certainly change the subject. She was relieved when his demeanor changed back to that same desperate, disappointed look when she told him that this was her dorm.
He had been so angry. Not really with her - more with himself - but angry nonetheless. Those nagging thoughts of not being able to be loved tugged at his heart - his soul - and it took everything in him not to just drop his guitar and run away from her. Although then she'd probably notice the incredible speed he could run at. Maybe he would even throw in a leap or two. He was so focused on his self-hatred that he was practically heaved back into reality when she announced that her apartment was in this building. He instantly regretted being angry; what if she thought it was her fault? But he couldn't bear the thought of rejection - asking her out was too much to think about.
Kagome had felt much better about her day after spending some time with InuYasha, and the thought of being alone again saddened her. She found herself wanting company still, and right now, InuYasha seemed like the appropriate candidate. She grasped for a way to keep him here with her, something to say. But before she found her words, InuYasha began his awkward farewell.
“Uh, yeah. So, I guess, since you're home, I guess I'll go too…” he said, shifting uneasily.
Kagome was still searching for words when they spilled out of her.
“Do you wanna come up for some coffee or tea or something?”
InuYasha snorted. “Coffee… that stuff is awful,” he told her, making a face. Just the mention of the stuff made his sensitive nose burn. “And I haven't had tea in… ages.”
Kagome laughed at the exaggeration, noting how young he looked. But he didn't look very amused… She was losing him, and he was ready to leave.
“How about cocoa?” she asked, smiling. “I could use a hot cup of cocoa…”
He searched her eyes for a moment, and nodded.
It wasn't cold. It was Miami on an August night. But her fatigue combined with the late night temperature was enough to make it chilly enough to warrant hot chocolate. Plus, Kagome wasn't ready to be alone. Not tonight.
As Kagome unlocked the dorms' door, something dawned on her. Will he expect something now? She suddenly felt anxious and nauseous. And he seemed to pick up on it, as he kept looking at her expectantly, as if she were about to drop dead on the linoleum. That made her even more nervous. She gave him a shy smile. She was no virgin, but she didn't just sleep with anyone either, especially after just meeting them. True, he was cute. But she did have some morals…
They rose the elevator in silence, InuYasha padding softly behind her to the apartment door, 4-D. They let themselves in, Kagome leaving the door unlocked as she turned on a light. She searched for a few more lights to turn on, but InuYasha saw perfectly with the one light. He glanced around, taking in the room. Kagome excused herself, wanting to change out of her running clothes.
In her room, Kagome agonized over her situation. If he stayed, she would want to have taken a shower. But if she takes one, will he expect something? She wasn't going to do anything with him anyways… but if something were to happen, she didn't want to smell like she had been running… Kagome shook her head, deciding that she was just going to change and sit far from him. She cleaned up, pulling her hair out of its ponytail and putting on a pair of Hello Kitty pajamas that he had to keep himself from laughing at when he saw her. She was still a little warm from the run, so she was grateful that the top was a strappy tank top instead of a long-sleeved one. After scowling at InuYasha when he snickered at her, she turned the air conditioner on, making sure it would be cool enough to enjoy the cocoa. She then proceeded to the kitchen, where she began to make the liquid treat.
She told him to make himself comfortable, and he plopped down on the sofa, turning on the television. She became aware of how comfortable this felt - with a virtual stranger, alone, in her apartment. She felt comfortable with him there, and he appeared to feel the same; although he never took off his hat, but she wasn't about to ask him to.
She was finished in just a few minutes, and hadn't been paying attention to what he had been doing, but as she made her way to the flowered couch with the mugs, she was both shocked and amused at his choice of movie.
“Really? Harry Potter?” she said, stifling a giggle.
“I can change it if you want…”
“No! I mean, I just didn't expect it. I love the Harry Potter movies. Great! The beginning of the first one…” she said, settling down close to him and sipping from her Winnie the Pooh mug as she watched the opening scene.
He couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth, which quickly turned into a scowl when he looked down at his mug. It bore a picture, with the Japanese character for it. He wondered if he should ask if it had been her pet. Of course, she would have no idea why he would be so annoyed, so he tried not to sound flustered as he asked.
“Did you have one?” he asked, tearing her attention away from the screen and tapping on the ceramic.
She looked at him blankly before gazing at the picture he was referring to.
“Oh, sorry. I didn't want to use any of my roomates' mugs, just in case. She has all the nice ones. I have all kinds of them… Oh, right! Yeah, we had an Akita when I was growing up. Now my family has a cat, but I loved that dog. He was so loyal…” she explained, and he recognized the look of nostalgia.
He felt better, but still felt it was ironic. Was someone trying to tell him something?
He asked more about her family, and she spoke about them some more, but he danced around it, not wanting to speak about his. She caught on to this, and vied for a different topic. She asked what other types of movies he liked. He had gone back to watching the movie, getting excited when the cousin was half-turned into a pig by the giant.
“I dunno… action, comedies, sometimes dramas… It all depends, I guess,” he told her, still glued to the TV. “How `bout you?”
Kagome thought for a second, taking a deep breath. “Well, I like stuff like this, and Narnia. Comedies, dramas, and the horror stuff. And romances too. I guess there isn't a whole lot I don't like…” she said, giggling.
He smirked at her again. “Why didn't you just say, `I like everything'?”
Now she was laughing outright, and at herself, nonetheless. It was endearing.
“I guess it was just more personal this way,” she said when she could speak again.
InuYasha found himself blushing, and turned his attention back to the movie.
Kagome thought it was cute how easily he became embarrassed. She knew then that this boy was not expecting anything from her. In fact, she could probably dance around naked, and he would probably run from her. There was enough for her to think of him as gay, but then he would do things that reassured her that he was in fact, interested in her.
He had tried searching for something to change the subject, unaware that in her mind, Kagome had already done so.
“Hey, you like that scary crap?” he asked her suddenly.
“Well, blood and stuff doesn't bother me. I like the thrills. The tension and suspense… I like getting scared. Fun to watch with friends,” she trailed off, watching as Harry was put into Gryffendor.
He found himself smiling at her words. Keh, a thrill-seeker?
They watched in silence for a while, now comfortable without having to speak.
Soon, Kagome realized her mug had been empty for some while, and absent-mindedly began to make popcorn. She asked InuYasha if he would like anything else to drink, and wound up bringing a couple of bottles of water along with the popcorn. He helped her settle the water on the coffee table as she sat back in her spot, although he couldn't help but feel like she was closer this time. Perhaps it was his imagination. Either way, it was nice…
Before they knew it, the movie was over and the credits rolling. They started to talk about the movie and series. When InuYasha thought he should leave, the second movie in the series began, and Kagome was excited about her little marathon, so he decided to stay. He just felt so comfortable… so… at home.
Before long, the third movie was on. Of course, Kagome was still happy with his presence so he stayed a little longer. Occasionally, there was a stint of question-and-answer, one thinking of something they wanted to know about the other, and then they would go back to watching the movie together. Popcorn and water bottles were replaced, and soon enough, the forth movie, citing a special on HBO, began. It would be morning soon, but Kagome had failed to see this one, and it would be a while before she could take the time out to see it later, so she told InuYasha that if he was tired he could leave, but she was going to watch this one. He replied by telling her that although he had seen it with friends, he would watch it with her as well.
She was excited, eagerly watching the movie, so imagine InuYasha's surprise when not but halfway through the movie, he felt a slight weight on his shoulder. Turning to explore said weight, he found himself looking at Kagome, snoozing lightly on him. There was a slight pressure in his chest as he listened to her breathe. The TV was still on, but he could only hear her, see her. He had to tear his eyes from her, in case she woke up, but she had been so exhausted. After the day she had had, she had been comfortable enough to laugh, eat, and talk with him. But her body had finally given out. He told himself he would leave when the movie was over. But when the time came, it pained him to think of moving her. Another movie started, one he had never seen, but it looked like a romantic drama, not catching his interest. She'll get uncomfortable and wake up soon, then I'll go. But time passed, and as she slept, the rhythmic breathing of Kagome's peaceful slumber made him sleepy. And as the main character in the story swept his lady love off her feet, InuYasha nodded off. In his sleep, InuYasha squirmed, eventually laying down with his head on the sofa's arm and Kagome against his chest.
The Miami sun began to rise, and started its' task of beating down on everything unbearably. The apartment became warmer, setting off the air conditioner, and the rays of light peeked through the vertical blinds to skim across Kagome's face. She began to move, rousing InuYasha from his dreams. He instantly felt stiff from the immobility and felt a weight on his chest. Naturally cautious, his eyes flung open, only to find a beautiful, ebony-haired girl waking up on him, her back on his chest and head on his shoulder. He took in a sharp breath. She was so beautiful already, but with the sun streaking across her face… He was afraid to move, primarily because he didn't want to wake her, but also because he didn't think he would ever experience something so perfect again. He hadn't felt this in a long time. Not since… well, her. Shaking the past from his head, he watched her for a few more minutes, and worried every time she stirred, putting a scowl on his face. Soon, the sun had moved further into the sky, setting both her hair and his eyes on fire with its' warm, orange and red hues. He wanted to touch her hair, run his fingers through it and caress her face… but he refused to move still.
Now having being assaulted by sunshine for a while, Kagome began to wake. This presented a problem for InuYasha, because she was obviously comfortable enough to think he was her personal bed, squirming and stretching as she came into consciousness. The dilemma in this was that she was rubbing against all the wrong - or right, however you see fit - parts. It elicited feelings that he hadn't felt in quite some time. He wanted more than ever to touch her - hold her, kiss her, love her. But she would never feel the same way. He had been betrayed before, and he wouldn't let it happen again. And she wouldn't understand who he was - what he was - anyways, so why trust her with his heart? Instead, he watched as her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, facing him in an upside-down sort of fashion, and smiled a weak, just-woke-up smile.
She felt great. She had just woken up in the very strong arms of a man. Albeit a little odd-looking, he was cute, fun, and complicated. She had been warm and comfortable, and it felt so great to be held; she hadn't been held in a long time. But something bothered her. He had smiled back at her, but his eyes had seemed so… distant. Not like last night. Now they were almost bored looking. With a wave of déjà vu, Kagome felt like she had seen that look before, but dismissed it, feigning mad cow disease as her source for this odd similarity to something she didn't even know. It troubled her more now, that look. He had never looked at her like that before, even when he was angry. She leaned forward, breaking the contact between their bodies and straightening so she could look him in the eyes - without being topsy-turvy. Something else wasn't right. What was it? His clothes? No. Hair? No… but she vaguely noticed something move and realized he didn't have his hat on for once… Her eyes still fuzzy, she couldn't focus and got up to stretch. As she stood, something fell to the ground and caught InuYasha's attention. She almost missed his movement it was so quick, but he had scooped up something and crammed it onto his head. Ah, the hat. What's with him and his hat? Before she could finish the yawn she had started, InuYasha was halfway to the door.
Did she see them? She thinks I'm a freak… just like they did. She'll never accept me… just like how she didn't accept me. She'll betray me, just like she did… Scowling, he made his way to the exit.
Kagome, noticing the bipolar-worthy mood change, began to panic, assuming she had offended him. He is Japanese after all… Maybe he's really traditional like Sayuri-chan… She felt powerless to stop him… what could she say? He was reaching for the doorknob when he stopped suddenly.
InuYasha was still ranting in his head when he smelled them. Then he heard them. An ordinary human would never have noticed, walking out the door blissfully oblivious. But not him. Now, the saltiness of the air combined with the not-quite-silent sobs wracking her body made him turn to face her, his eyes now filled with pain rather than anger.
“I-I'm sorry…” he told her truthfully, turning his attention to the floor. “It's nothing you did… it's me. I know that sounds like a corny line, but it's the truth. I, um, remembered something, and now I have to go…”
She ran towards the door as he heaved his guitar onto his shoulder from where it had been resting next to the door, and then she watched his retreating figure as he walked down the hall.
“Will I… ever see you again?” she asked with a voice that wavered so much, he knew if it were solid it would have shattered like glass.
He stopped to look back at her again. He looked tragically saddened as he seemed to contemplate her question, then nodded a small `yes'. It satisfied her enough to only spill her tears again once she was back within the confines of her apartment, locking the door behind her. But he knew all too well that she was crying again.
She leaned against the door, covering her mouth in an attempt to stop her sobs, but to no avail. However, within a few minutes, she slowed until they stopped, leaving just salty streaks down her face. Exhaustion set in, and she began to automatically walk over to the couch. When she was but a step away, her head screamed at her. Are you crazy? You're going to lie on that couch after what just happened?! Get your ass to bed! Cringing at her own internal voice, she began to turn, but something out of place caught her eye. On the cushion where InuYasha had been sitting, there was an odd, triangular trinket. Picking it up and examining it, she surmised that it was plastic, and obviously belonging to the singer. It had some writing on it, but it wasn't his name. She turned it around continuously, as if every revolution would reveal a new clue, but it only served to make her space out. She snapped out of her daze and left for her bedroom, where she softly sniffled until she fell asleep.
When she woke up later that afternoon, Kagome felt much better. I shouldn't have freaked out so much. He's not my boyfriend. I hardly know him. I must've been really emotional after the thing with Houjou… But turning to her nightstand, the mere sight of the red, triangular souvenir started an ache in her chest. She refused to pick it up, opting on a shower and clean set of clothes. She set about, choosing her outfit for the day and laying them on her bed, as was her routine. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, she remembered her best friend and roommate, who hadn't come home that night. Or had she? She ran to her friends' room to check, and not finding her, returned to her own room seeking her phone. Yes, Nikki was reckless and carefree, but she had to be sure. Kagome typed up a text asking if she was ok. Going back to the task at hand, Kagome ran into the bathroom to turn on the shower and let the water run warm. As she checked her phone again, she received a text from Nikki, reassuring her that she was fine and still with Jason. She would come home later tonight. Relieved, Kagome folded her cell phone shut and tossed it on the bed. She undressed and ran her fingers through her hair briefly as she walked back to the shower, stepping in and relishing the heat, washing away her worry and sorrow. Regret and loneliness were also housed pretty deeply and took a little longer to flush down the drain, but they, too, were rinsed along with the conditioner. By the time she stepped out of the shower, Kagome felt, if anything, refreshed. Dried and clothed, Kagome again looked at the tiny memento. Turning it again in her fingers, she stuck it in her jeans' pocket, telling herself that if she happened to run into him, she should return it. If she saw him again.
Now, what to do? Her best friend was out, and she wasn't up to one of Sayuri's lectures. She was boyfriend-less, and it was Sunday. It did not sit well with her to veg out in front of the TV again… She decided a walk would do her some good, and despite the fact she had just taken a shower, put on her tennis shoes. Before long, she had locked the apartment and left the building. She had thought about going around the lake, but the mere thought of possibly running into InuYasha left an aching in her chest. So instead, she walked towards the edge of campus, the exit. Making her way down the sidewalks that bordered the school, Kagome walked aimlessly, trying to clear her thoughts. She had so many unanswered questions and no one to answer them. And aside from the occasional honking horn or catcall, Kagome was in a world all of her own, not bothering to notice her environment.
She replayed the events that had taken place the night before, hoping to find a hole - somewhere she went wrong - but couldn't come up with anything. Would there be a way to make it up to him? Would he even give her a chance? She didn't know much about him, so she was unsure of how he would even react to seeing her again.
She soon found herself standing in front of one of the better Japanese restaurants in Miami and decided she could eat. Sitting alone, Kagome was soon sipping some tea. She had her face buried in the menu when she heard the sound of the chair opposite her being moved.
“Is this seat taken?” she heard, making her look up.
She knew who it was before her eyes met the blue orbs above her. The deep, scratchy voice had given it away, and now she felt her heart flutter with the recognition of the tall, dark, and handsome man.
“N-no… no one's sitting here,” she answered.
“It's nice to see you again, Kagome,” he said with that friendly-yet-predatory grin. “How are ya doin'?”
She tried to return the smile, but the feeling deep in her stomach caused it to come out looking like a smirk.
“I'm okay. How are you?”
“I'm a lot better now,” he said smoothly. “So, what brings you here?”
Recovering her breath, Kagome managed a small smile. “I dunno,” she began, averting her gaze now that she was again thinking of InuYasha. “I guess I needed to do some thinking and went for a walk. Somehow I wound up here…” Seeing the concerned look on his face, she added, “… but I'm feeling better now.”
“I understand,” he told her warmly. “I do that too, I guess. But I come here because they have the best eel around.”
The two ate and conversed, occasional laughter ringing from their table as they shared a plate of beef tataki and some mixed sashimi. They were enjoying dessert when Kouga sprung a question on her.
“So, how's life with your boyfriend?”
It had been a few days, and lots of things had happened since, so Kagome was caught a little off guard. She eyed the tanned athlete, looking for any trace of a smirk or perhaps some smugness, but he genuinely looked interested. So she took a deep breath and told him what happened.
“Uh… yeah. About that. We broke up. A few days ago,” she said, but was surprised that she was not sadder.
“Oh, I see. Is that what had you so bummed?” he asked her, concerned.
As a natural reaction to his apprehension, Kagome placed her hand on his, unaware of the electricity that jolted up his arm at her touch. She shook her head, smiling gently.
“No, we've been distanced for a while and it was time. There was something else bothering me,” she told him, then immediately regretted it. She already realized she had said too much. She didn't want him to feel like she was fishing for questions. She only hoped he wouldn't ask…
She was relieved when he didn't. He had noticed the anxiety in her eyes and the way her heart was racing. Whatever it is, it's not something she wants me to know. That just makes me more curious, but I guess she'll tell me when she's ready.
Kagome had been surprised. Almost anyone else would have asked the next natural question - so then, what is bothering you? - but his eyes had been searching hers, and she realized he was sparing her. He realized she didn't want to tell him, and that made her feel worse for not telling him, yet she was suddenly very attracted to him. Her heart was already pounding from all the anxiety, but now she felt an aura of lightness. He was so sweet, so caring, so attentive… totally the opposite of Houjou. And he was open about how he felt… the opposite of InuYasha. Or Sesshoumaru, at that.
When the bill came, Kagome began to apologize to the waitress; the bill should have been two separate invoices. But she was cut short by Kouga, who had taken some bills out of his pocket and threw them down. She noticed that he was being generous with the tip, something she liked, being a former waitress.
“My treat,” he told her. “This way I can at least feel like it was a date.” He winked at her.
Kagome blushed lightly and suddenly became very self conscious about what she was wearing. They began to walk out the door when he spoke again.
“So, can I interest you in a walk around the shops?” he asked her hopefully.
Kagome smiled softly. “Kouga, did you forget that today is Sunday? Everybody should be closing up by now…”
He looked a little peeved, but didn't let it ruin his mood. “I guess you're right. Oh well, how `bout I walk you home?” he asked, again in his smooth, cheery voice.
Kagome nodded. “Sure!”
They continued to speak as they walked; occasionally a groan from one or the other told of how much they had eaten. Kagome realized how much she liked his company; he wasn't bad on the eyes, either. With his long, flowing black hair tied back in a ponytail, Kagome began to get the urge to pull out the tie that was holding his hair in place. This brought about elicit thoughts, which made her tingle in certain areas. It did not go unnoticed; although Kouga never let on that he knew she was indeed having very naughty thoughts. Too quickly, they arrived at her building and she found herself again not wanting to be without company. It was when she asked him if he would like to come up for tea - and he accepted with a quick nod and that almost predatory grin that gave her butterflies - that she realized she had feelings for him. Not just sexually, but really wanted to know him, care for him. InuYasha who? But was that all this was? A competition? Forget one by hanging out with another? How would she know her true feelings without trying them? Am I just lonely? Is this because InuYasha rejected me? Shaking the thoughts out of her head, Kagome unlocked the door, letting them both into the dorm and then up to the apartment.
She fumbled for the keys, now nervous again. Maybe it's just a crush? But I refuse to believe it's because I'm lonely. Kouga's a great guy. He's a gentleman and unafraid to show his emotions. Unlike a couple of other guys… She was bothered again by the image of the white-haired rocker and silver-haired lawyer. They seemed so alike… what was it? Her mind was jerked back to the task at hand as she had been absentmindedly fingering the keys, and Kouga began to take the keys from her as she stared into space. But as she realized she had been spacing out and he took the initiative to open the door, she found him intriguingly sexy. What was so seductive about a man taking her keys to open her own door? I always did like a man in charge…
He had been holding back his excitement, but this just kept getting better… Kouga counted his blessings. Coincidence and luck put them together in the restaurant. They had a great time, and walked back together. She invited him up, although he was unsure of her intentions. To not screw things up, he would make absolute sure she wanted to be together before he tried anything. Now she was undoubtedly turned on, and things looked great. Then he opened the door…
That smell…
Another youkai - wait, no - a hanyou? Both!? What the hell? No, the youkai was here a while ago, and not for long. But the hanyou… he was here recently and for quite some time. His eyes shifted nervously, scanning the apartment. Did she know them? Did they harm her? The worst part was that they both reeked of dog… Feeling a growl build in his throat, Kouga suppressed it, along with the scowl he hoped Kagome hadn't noticed. Luckily she had been ahead of him, attempting to turn on lights and place her things down.
“Just make yourself comfortable,” she said smiling.
“Sure,” he said, trying to smile back without looking fake.
What did these other youkai want? Were they after her? Surely he could take on two flea-bitten mongrels. He didn't particularly know these two, but a hanyou was no match for a full youkai, and as for the one that hadn't stuck around… well, for his sake he better stay away. Panic ensued as his eyes drifted down the hallway towards what should be Kagome's room. The other side smelled like another girl. But… her bedroom.
“This place is nice,” he told her as she shuffled around in the kitchen. Unfortunately as he neared the couch, the smell of both Kagome and the half-demon were fresh here.
Was this mutt vying for Kagome's affection? Did she know he was a hanyou? No, hanyous can't suppress all of their `different' features like the full youkai can, but there was no way she could be dating one knowingly. Who would have affections for a half-breed?
Kagome was ignorant to his thoughts and actions, so she was surprised when he asked his next question.
“Er, Kagome? I realize this isn't a big place, but I haven't seen everything. Can I see your bedroom?” he asked, a little sheepishly at that.
He knew how it sounded. He knew what she would think. And he knew that if he were a girl, he would never trust the creep in his living room and toss him out on his ass. Kouga's heart raced as he watched her face and waited for an answer. She looked visibly shocked and he felt bad for it, but he just had to know.
Kagome could have laughed. She didn't know whether he was being direct, or was gay. He wants to see the whole apartment? She watched him, wondering if the sickly smile would turn into a victorious grin. But he looked honest enough. She had seen the look in his eyes before, and this was not it. Plus, Kouga was an overconfident, cocky bastard if she ever knew one, and knew he wouldn't have to ask to see her bedroom if all he wanted to see was the bed. No - Kouga was the direct type, and if he was being indirect, then something else was wrong. The problem was his smile. He looked almost worried; like he was afraid a prowler was in the house but didn't want to alarm her. Sighing, Kagome nodded, using her arm to direct the way to her room.
Kouga was stunned when she led him to her room. What the hell is wrong with this girl? he yelled inside his head. Either she's psychic, really smart, or really stupid… He immediately felt bad for calling her stupid, even if it was in the confines of his thoughts. Scratch that. He was hoping option A wasn't the case, otherwise he'd be in trouble. She would find out what he was, know how bad he wanted her… no, that wasn't it. Option B sounded perfect. Maybe she's just a really good judge of character…
When she stopped in front of her door, he noticed that he hadn't been paying attention to what he was originally looking - or smelling - for, but he didn't smell the hanyou here. She led him inside, turning on the light. He walked inside, not needing the light to know where everything was. He tried to sniff inconspicuously, and eyed the quiet beauty of the room at the same time. No, they haven't… The mere thought disgusted him. He hasn't even been in here, he thought, a sly smile accompanying the notion. Kouga took in the bedroom, noticing how simple it was. Unlike the pink walls of the living room, Kagome had chosen a more neutral light green. To compliment the color, she had chosen natural whitewashed wooden furniture, giving her room a Midwest America feel. Granted, it was nothing like what he had seen in Utah in the 1800's… His eyes fell on the bed, which had a pretty, yellow-flowered duvet and many pillows. She likes being enveloped in softness… she's a romantic. She would have loved the ol' wolf den, being covered in furs… He tried to process all the information and store it away, when finally he saw the bookshelf. Well, bookcase was more like it. There were tons of books, and she had her textbooks separated from the ones she read out of enjoyment. He felt a sense of pride, both at what a catch she was, and for her being smart enough to not sleep with a hanyou. He felt he needed to say something.
“You have so many books,” he said, turning to her to smile.
She laughed, trying to explain. “Well, I used so many of these for so long,” she said, trailing her hand along the spines of one shelf's' worth. “So instead of trading them in, I opted to keep them. I guess I got attached…”
She gets emotionally involved very easily…
“This is a great room. But where are the pictures of your family?” he asked her.
Kagome gave him a sad smile.
“Well, I find that if I keep photos all over the place, I find myself yearning for them. The next thing you know, I'm on a flight back to Orlando. So… if I have a hankering for memories, I have a picture album in my closet. But I don't need to have that kind of pressure on me every day,” she explained.
And she's loyal…
“C'mon, Kagome. Let's go have some tea,” he said, putting his arm around her shoulders and walking back to the living room.
He felt satisfied with his search, and now he could relax. But the smell was still very strong near the couch. He could tell they had not had sex. But it was strong enough to tell him the hanyou had been there for many hours. Had he slept over? Maybe he was a friend that needed a place to crash… The scenarios were endless, and Kouga felt uncomfortable. He opted to sit on one of the stools that lined the breakfast bar. It was close to her, yet far away enough that the lingering smell of the Inu hanyou wasn't constantly nagging at his senses.
Kagome poured the tea and stood in the kitchen as they made small talk. She was amazed at how attentive Kouga was. Instead of turning on the TV and filling the silence with sitcoms or movies, he opted to talk to her, find out more about her. Kagome found that she couldn't stop smiling.
You could imagine her shock when, as he finished his tea, he stood, letting her know he was leaving. When she asked why, he assured her that although he wanted to stay, they both had classes in the morning and he had a track meet.
“You're right… what was I thinking?” she said as she came out of the kitchen to see him off.
“Hey… you'll see me again. I just… I don't want to rush things. You're so beautiful and smart, Kagome. There's no reason to sell yourself short…”
Kouga had already opened the door, but Kagome was both speechless and paralyzed. First he asks to see my bedroom, and then he says he wants to take it slow? Am I the demented one here? Kouga noticed her scowling to herself and realized she was confused. For now, he was content knowing she wasn't with some hanyou. So he reached out for her arm and pulled her into an embrace, leaving them in the doorway. As he pulled away, he noticed she wouldn't look him in the eye. Had she been expecting something? The mere thought made his groin throb with want, but he pushed the naughty idea away. He decided to go with something… sweet.
He held her face in one hand and leaned in. Kagome's heart began to race. She was prepared for this, and had even been counting on it. As she closed her eyes and leaned forward, she felt his lips… on her cheek.
What? WHAT?! He kissed my cheek?
Before she knew what was happening, he was gone.
She trailed her fingers where his lips had caressed her skin, making it tingle with the promise of other things to come. But those things were not to come, because he had left. Left her wanting more. And want, she did.
Kouga grinned happily as he practically floated down the hallway. At that moment, he knew she had been willing. And next time, he would be willing to give her what she wanted.
How could a simple kiss on the cheek get me so riled up? Sex wasn't a big deal to her, although she didn't give it away freely. But he's so hot… and I was sure he wanted to… Her legs were weak, and she finally closed the door behind her as she went to the kitchen to set the mugs in the sink.
By the time she finished the simple task of washing the cups and placing them in the cabinet, Kagome found herself exhausted. She changed into a pajama set that consisted of a pair of really short yellow shorts and a white tank top. Deciding on doing some laundry before going to bed, Kagome began the task of sorting and picking the things she wanted to wash. She took an armful of clothes to the small stacked washer/dryer combo that was hidden in a closet in her hallway and dropped them on the floor as she started the cold water. She dropped some detergent in and began to pick up her dark colored clothes, tossing them in a few at a time. The last two items required the most attention. There was a navy blue tee shirt that had been flipped inside-out which she felt needed to be righted. The last piece of clothing were the jeans she had worn earlier. She checked the pockets, as she did with anything she wore that had pockets.
She only found one thing, and examined it as she always did, twirling it between her fingers. Kagome threw the jeans into the wash, closing the lid and returning to her room. Shutting off the light as she got into the bed, she tossed the little red triangle unto her nightstand. Smiling, she found that sleep came easily tonight.
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