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Hearts of Havoc Once One	By : XxSangoxX Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 2565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey, So I have added a little more to this chapter. As well as fixed a few things. Please, review guys. It motivates me in my busy life to actually take the time for the creativity lol. anywho, it's three thirty in the morning and work will be hell so, I should jet. Much love!

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Miroku looked angrily at the
telephone receiver, now beeping loudly in his hand.� Damn,
Inuyasha what the hell did you do.�
He was a bit worried; Inuyasha had just gotten out of a rather�
difficult relationship with Kikyo.� Inuyasha
was not that fast a mover when it came to courting unless� unless it was just about sex.�
Miroku thought to himself.�
Putting the now annoying phone back on its base, Miroku headed towards
the kitchen to finish up the piled up� and unappealing smelling, dishes that
adorned the counters as well as filled the sink.� Even he had to admit� men were quite
disgusting in their living habits without a woman�s touch.�

At least he was� especially when
Inuyasha came to town.� Two men in the
same house just wasn�t a good mix, he decided letting out an almost pained
sigh.� I should really get a maid in here� he cringed; I know I couldn�t ever put such a delicate
being as a woman in such a predicament.�
Giving up, he plotted himself on the couch and reached for the
remote.� More droning television with no point, he thought to himself as he
clicked the television off and closed his eyes.�
If only the damn house phone
wasn�t dead� Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.�

��Who is it.�� Miroku called out lazily, in an almost
annoyed manner only to hear Inuyasha�s voice mumble �me� on the other end.�
Getting up, groaning, Miroku reached the door and opened it.

�Thanks, Miroku.�� The young man tried to brush past him
quickly, but a hand was all that stopped him in his tracks, turning him around
to face the other.�

�Yo, yourself,
Inuyasha.� So� why is it that you don�t have a
key?�� He raised a brow and scowled at
Inuyasha.� Inuyasha stood there and
fidgeted for a moment before looking away, mumbling again under his
breath.� �Excuse me, Inuyasha?� I�m not sure I quite got all that.�� Suddenly, there was an outburst.

�I SAID, I left them at Kagome�s by
accident when I left this morning, got a problem with that?�� Clearly irritated, he pushed his friend away
to get to his �room�.� Miroku sighed.

�You know, I must warn you that she
is not like every other girl that you�ve� had
your teeth in, so to speak, she has people behind her who will undoubtedly
kill you if you so much as wrong her... even accidentally, my friend.�� Miroku crossed his arms and awaited his
friend�s response.

�Does this, entourage include you,
holy man?� He snapped back at him almost inquisitively; earning a sigh from
Miroku.

�That it does, look you are my best
friend no doubt, but that girl is like a sister to me.� And I suppose that runs a bit deeper than our
relationship ever could.� She�s the kind
of girl you would gladly give your left nut to just because she asked� the type
of girl you would die for.�� Taking a big
step back, Miroku resigned his lecture; earning a wave from the irate Inuyasha,
who had most likely just ignored him.�

�Nice to know
where I lie in your loyalties, Miroku.�
Thanks buddy.�� He yelled out
before Miroku heard the slam of the bathroom door, followed by the water to the
shower coming to life only a moment later.�

�Maybe television isn�t such a bad
idea after all, beats the drama I just started� perhaps I�ll fall asleep� take
a quick nap before calling my dearest, Sango.��
He spoke to the empty apartment as if it were a person, and walked back
to the couch; back to the former spot he inhabited with the mindless droning of
the television blaring.

~*~

Inuyasha had heard him alright;
there was no ignoring something like that.�
Maybe it was his past, his have-to-be-tough attitude that made him react
the way he did to his friend, or maybe� Maybe
I�m scared� because I know he�s right, his mind couldn�t help finishing for
him.� Groaning, he turned the shower on
and stripped to nothing.� Stepping inside
the steaming rainfall of water, he let out a sigh of contentment; recalling the
night before.� Such an exhausting night
and morning it was, but such a wonderful endeavor.� She changed so much, he just couldn�t believe
it was the same girl� but it was clear that she still remained in his heart,
even after all the time that passed since high school.� Letting the water trickle down, he reached
for the clasp of the necklace that hung around his neck; letting it come undone
and hanging it over the shower rod.�
Reaching for the shampoo, he washed his long hair as well as the rest of
his body before turning the water off again and opening the shower�s
curtain.� Momentarily, Inuyasha leaned up
against the shower�s wall and closed his eyes.�
When he stepped out, he resisted the urge to shake himself of the water�
mostly because he knew Miroku would be pissed if he got the entire bathroom
completely drenched.� Instead, Inuyasha
pulled at the towel on the rack and doused it with the water from his hair, in
an attempt to dry the mass.� Hanging the
wet towel over the tub�s ledge, he walked to the small cabinet near the
bathroom door and pulled out another towel; wrapping it around his waist.�

�Shit, Inuyasha� you look like
hell.�� He said to himself after he wiped
the vapor from the mirror. �His towel
dried white hair clung to his chiseled back and shoulders; his ears twitched as
a drop of water fell into one of them.�
Sighing heavily, Inuyasha picked up the blow dryer and stood there for
almost an hour and a half.� When his hair
was just damp, he gave up.� �Fuck it, it would just take too long.�� Unplugging the device he opened the door and
plotted himself on the couch beside Miroku; who was loudly snoring.�

He hit him.

�Ouch, what the
fuck?�� Miroku was a bit groggy, but
he managed to sit up and stare almost blankly at the now hanyou sitting beside
him; clad in but a towel.�

�Serves you right for falling
asleep, fool.�� A smug grin formed on his
lips as he crossed his arms against his bare chest and stared straight ahead.� �Oi, what the fuck are
you watching anyways?�� On the screen, it
looked as if it were a kiddie anime.

�Well, actually I don�t know.� As you probably could clearly see� I was sleeping peacefully until you beat
me awake.�� He looked Inuyasha�s form up
and down.� �Dude, why are you nude?�

�Bastard, I�m wearing a
towel.�� He snapped back, leaning his
head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes.�

�Where�s the concealment.��

�Excuse me, Miroku� what?�� He asked in a confused tone.

�The concealment, you don�t look
human� you are completely visible as hanyou right now.�� Miroku watched as the face of the man beside
him registered what he was saying.� There
was a bit of worry, before he remembered.

�Shit, hold up.�� Getting up, Inuyasha walked back to the
bathroom and reached for the necklace that he had hung over the rod.�

�Yo, while you�re up man, can you
uh� possibly put some clothes on?�� He
seemed a little tired but, Inuyasha could hear him moving about.�

�Yeah yeah, sure.��
He called back.� Pulling on some
boxers and a tee, he started back at his reflection before clasping the
necklace.� His silver hair flowed over
his shoulders, his ears stuck out sorely.�
When he finally fixed the necklace, he watched his image change to that
of a human man.

�He wondered idly if she really remembered him,
things were different then� he was different.�
His heart had felt as thought it might shatter thinking about him
possibly never seeing her again, because of stupidity; when he realized who she
was that night, his heart did backflips.� And when she let him touch her�

�
Somehow, she managed to get under his skin � but somehow, he figured�
she always had been.��

�� I gotta tell her.� He opened the medicine cabinet and popped two
Tylenol into his mouth.� Thinking about
this was giving him a migraine.��

~*~

�
�� Kagome
lay in bed staring at her ceiling.� Since
Sango left, she had been there� pondering, musing� day dreaming.� She snuggled the pillow he had rested on to
her chest, reveling in the scent that lingered in the soft cotton.� The feel of him, the smell of him� the
familiar feelings she got when she was near him.� It was with that last thought that she
realized what she was trying to figure out; where
do I know him from?

It was almost as if she could place
him, like an old song whose words remain on your tongue.� He was familiar, and yet� it seemed as if
when she knew him it was distant.� Her
thoughts drifted back to the letter that Sango had found by the door.�

The letter!

Kagome practically jumped from the
mattress and raced back into the kitchen, there on the counter she saw the
bland white, unsealed envelope with her name neatly drawn across.� Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she lifted
it and pulled the lined paper out.� At
least Sango hadn�t lied about reading it.�
It still seemed to have had a bit of saliva holding it shut.� Unfolding it, she read his words.�

Kagome,

Meet
me tonight at 8pm; I will be waiting for you in the park near the high school.

Inuyasha.

The high school?� Her mind was racing, why did this feel so odd
to her?� There was something nagging at
her that she couldn�t quite figure out but she decided to give in to her
excitement rather than her confusion.� Letting
out a noise that most resembled an �eep�, Kagome
rushed to her bedroom and began to look for her favorite jeans; deciding that she
would get there early and wait for him on the swings.� Then she looked at her clock.� It was only 1pm.�

Okay, maybe not that early.� ������
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