A Time for Changes | By : Fuafuru46 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 25528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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I totally admit I forgot what season the story took place in and had to reread it haha.
Chapter 17 – All I really know is that your hold on me is way to strong to be After the shower Kagome had slipped into a floral sheath dress. The flowers were cherry blossoms, here absolute favorite. It was sleeveless with a modest v-cut down the middle, but completely covered her scars. She had a large white sunhat with a pink ribbon band that matched the colors of her dress. With a pair of black flats and minimal makeup she knocked on Inuyasha’s door. His back was to her as he slipped on one of his better shirts. Slowly doing the buttons to a blue three-quarter-sleeve shirt he sighed. Since she’d left Inuyasha had tried to tie his hair back in some way to keep the black hair off his face but hadn’t succeeded too much. With a small smile she came up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. “Having a bad hair day, Inuyasha?” He smirked and worked on his wrist cuffs, “Well, I don’t have to hide it under a damn hat cause I ain’t got no ears. So with no hat I’m not too sure what to do.” She chuckled and ran her hands through his hair gently, “Want me to try something?” “Keh, don’t make me look frilly okay?” With a gentle tug of his shoulders she got him to sit on the bed. Folding under her knees she sat behind him and started a simple braid down his back. “Souta used to have long hair when he was in high school. Every once in a while he’d let me play with his hair…” she trailed off quietly. Inuyasha glanced over his shoulder at her and tried to smile. She sure was opening up a lot more then she used to. Inuyasha thought back to the night where the two had walked home from the café. Time certainly changed people, he realized. Her hum was soft, but even with his human ears; he could hear a quiet little lullaby. “Whatcha humming?” “Hm?” Kagome pulled a hair tie from her wrist. “I think it’s something my mother used to hum for me. I don’t really remember the words anymore…” She fixed the last of his hair and smiled, “But I remember she had a beautiful voice.” Her fingers fiddled with the ends of his hair, smiling as if remembering, even if it was a blur. “You’re good to go, Inuyasha.” He rose from the bed and finally turned to look at her. His face twitched and he turned his eyes up to the ceiling, blushing. “You…look nice.” She smiled and twirled once she got off the bed, “Ya think? I borrowed it from Sango and was looking for a reason to wear it.” “Yeah…uh,” He rubbed the back of his head, “Where do you want to go today?” “How about the park then, Inuyasha?” She held her hand out to him, “It seems like a nice enough day out.” “Keh, fine. But if we see anyone we know we’re leaving, alright?” Kagome stuck out her tongue and yanked his hand, “Yes sir. I promise we will only talk to strangers today.” As Kagome dragged Inuyasha behind her by the hand out the front door Sango was approaching the apartment from the opposite direction. Groceries hung from white plastic grocery bags in each hand. She watched Kagome’s face as she turned back and looked to Inuyasha, that twinkle in her eyes, had Sango really ever seen that before? Sango climbed the stairs to her apartment, again muttering in her head that Kaede really should fix the elevator, or install one, for that matter. As the groceries were slowly put away she scanned her own home, looking for any faint presence of Kagome. On occasion when Sango cleaned she’d come across pieces of charcoal or sketches left in books or under things. Feeling bold, or even lonely, she eased open the door to Kagome’s old room. The bed had been stripped bare, the walls even to, albeit one framed piece from Kagome’s earlier years. The sketch was of a single rose. There was nothing to say other than the sheer beauty and detail Kagome had put into each and every petal, each with a wrinkle, a contour, and a shape. Kagome promised that the wrinkles on the surface were stories for the rose, just like wrinkles on people told stories too. Sango turned on the desk on the lamp and pulled out the chair at Kagome’s desk and sat down. There were scratches on the wood surface, grooves that her fingers felt as they swept the surface. “Kagome…have I been ignoring your wrinkles?” Sango asked herself quietly, leaning her cheek against the surface of the table. Before the silence could even answer her, the familiar ringtone dedicated to Mirkou went off. “Hey, Love. How are you?” “Oh my darling Sango! Every woman here has refused to bare my children. It’s a horrid day.” She laughed and continued to rest on the table, “That’s because they know I’ll kill ‘em. You’re mine, even if you are far away.” “My darling, I miss you.” “I know, and I miss you too.” “What are you doing today? My weather chart on my laptop indicates beautiful summer weather.” “You sound like a news reporter,” she chuckled, sitting up to lean back in her chair. “I was going to ask Kagome to pick out some flowers to bring home but I saw her leaving with Inuyasha.” ‘Ah yes, and how is our dear Kagome doing recently?” Sango looked up at the ceiling, “She’s been fine since the car incident. I think that she’s almost normal again, ya know? The medication has tapered off and she keeps cranking out more and more artwork. She won’t let me see most of it, but she promises it’s because her exhibition is coming up.” “Ah right! You will take pictures for me? I’m very upset I can’t be there to see our little artist have her debut.” “Yeah, I will, don’t worry,” Sango closed her eyes. “How are things on your end though?” There was a pause on Miroku’s end, then a sign, “I found Koga.” Sango’s eyes shot open and the front two legs of her chair came crashing down to the ground again. “You did?” “Now Sango don’t get your hopes up---“ “Where is he? How is he?” “Sango, I found him as in I saw him on the street, from afar.” “Afar?” “That just means he’s in New York City. I don’t know how long he’s going to be here.” “But it’s a lead, right? His parents own such a large company I bet they have an office branch in New York. That’s the big place on the East coast, right?” Miroku sighed and rested his hand on his forehead, “Sango, there’s more though…” “What? How did he seem? Good? No wait, I want him to be sad. I want him to be missing Kagome.” “He was with a woman.” Sango looked down at the scratches on the table and cleared her throat. “So what? 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