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A Parallel Dimensional Fairytale	By : Zoid Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A
parallel dimensional fairytale

Chapter 4

Of being too kind and too kissed

Disclaimer: I own lots of things of
little worth, like an insane amount of manga, but no breathing and
twitching Inuyashas. And neither do I own the series.

AN.: Gah! A reviewer just pointed out
that I've been constantly using a word that didn't mean what I
thought it did (to muster). I corrected all the related mistakes
immediately and I'm still bowing my head in shame, because, honestly,
I used it assuming it meant the same it means in German (where it
really roughly means to look at someone) without looking it up...
well I'm lazy... and sorry. Brrr, stupip, stupid Julia! Anyway, this
is why I am so desperately in need of constructive criticism, and I'm
really not offended if someone points out my mistakes, I'm thankful!
So thank you, and no, you're not too picky, I need people like you!
...I also would be delighted if someone offered to beta read my story
so I could avoid things like that in the future... please? Well with
that said...

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''bout time.'

Inuyasha sighed as the petty emotional
turmoil he had created inside himself when he'd shared some memories
with that girl settled and emptiness seized his mind again. That
emptiness was, after all, the whole reason he kept on pouring every
drop of alcohol containing liquid he came across down his throat. He
probably really was an alcoholic, he hadn't spent that much time
reflecting his behaviour during the last years of his life, but
looking back now he realised that by general standards a man who
spent less than half of each day sober might be considered just that.
But he also knew that general standards didn't apply to him. No one
blamed a dying cancer patient for the amounts of morphine he took,
right?

He had to admit though, that today being
sober had not been as hard as it had been when he'd still been alive.
Today he had experienced something entirely new: The feeling he was
doing something useful, something really useful, not being a bouncer
for a strip bar or some underpaid building worker and whatever job
options you had as a impersonated Japanese myth living illegally in a
country.

No, there had been several occasions
today when he'd felt he was doing something that counted... somehow,
in a way his slightly, ok, more than slightly fogged brain could not
really grasp, for example fighting had felt like a somewhat right
thing to do. Not the optimal thing, ensuring his very own survival,
but the justifiable, maybe even honourable thing to do, and he
couldn't even recall the last time he had felt like that during a
fight... no that was not true... he did remember... though today he
was not that sure that his feelings hadn't led him on back then...
too many different motivations, emotions had driven him to fight that
fight, it was hard to say whether they had been honourable... right
now it seemed to him that he had never fought a fight that was as
justifiable as the one today. Weird, because he didn't really know
why he thought so. No that wasn't true either. He had a faint
suspicion that it might have been something to do with the fact that
he now was, even though not voluntarily, responsible for someone else
besides himself.

Fighting to preserve his own worthless
existence did not feel as right as fighting to protect the life of
someone as young and naive and whatever as Kagome.

Kagome.

He strained his hearing and managed to
catch her slight snoring. What was up with that girl anyway? One
moment she was cheerful, almost childish, getting excited over the
fact that she wasn't out of breath after running, and the next moment
she slumped down and started crying like a helpless child that lost
it's mother... well duh! She had lost her mother... and everything
else. Maybe she'd been crying about that? Just because he was almost
delighted that he was dead now probably didn't mean that her life had
been as screwed up as his. Alright, so she had a reason to cry, but
still, crying women... or girls, he could absolutely not, not, not
stand it. And he, too, had a reason to feel that way – Keh!
Inuyasha shook his head wildly to erase those thoughts.

No way was he going to let them take
that very direction, not when he had just regained this comfortable
alcohol induced apathy. Some things were just meant to be forgotten.

In a way of distracting himself Inuyasha
lifted his head to look how Kagome was doing sleeping on a tree for
the first time.
Quite well it seemed, she had figured the only way
it worked out on her own, apparently, lying on her stomach with her
legs dangling from the branch and her arms cushioning her head. The
table cloth he had brought to use as a blanket was tucked only around
her torso but she didn't seem to be cold.

Now, with her face relaxed, she did,
despite the short, dark hair framing it, appear more feminine again,
more like the way she really did. Taking advantage of the fact that
she was fast asleep Inuyasha allowed himself to study her a little
closer in the meagre moonlight and decided that her counterpart of
this dimension even held a vague resemblance to her real form. They
had the same lips and slightly similar noses, and the curve of their
eyebrows was matching, although the overall shape of their faces was
different. He all but stared at her for quite a while until he
realized what he was doing and turned away, blushing although no one
was around to witness his lapse.

“Stupid girl.” He accused,
unsure what he was actually accusing her of.

Giving that a little thought he forced
himself to consider that he maybe kind of liked that stupid girl...
who was not all that stupid but just annoyingly curious... or maybe
even not that. It had been a long, long time since he'd last felt
something like affection towards another person... which might have
been something to do with the fact that he had hardly gone out since
he'd moved from the USA to Germany and that when he did he had
usually been way too drunk to even decide of which gender the
colourful blurs around him were... but anyway, the point was, that
this specific part of having social contact had much like the rest,
grown too unfamiliar for him to even remember how to deal with it. So
she was stupid for making him feel anything when he had hoped he'd
left that behind him already. Or drowned it somewhere inside him.

It seemed as though everything he
thought about tonight was going to lead out of the emptiness that
promised sleep. So he just dropped forwards, lying down on the branch
the same way Kagome did and started calculating until his eyes
drifted close.

Strangely he was, although he had never
attained school, quite the geek when it came to mathematics. One of
his friends back in the USA used to still go to high school and
Inuyasha had, late one night, in the aftermath of one out of the
incessant amounts of parties that used to reign his life back then,
sneaked a look into his book to find that what everyone he knew
always groaned and bitched about was actually pleasantly relaxing
because it was so painstakingly logical. Inuyasha had always liked
things that made perfect sense on the very first glance and did not
involve subliminal messages that needed to be interpreted. Words were
awful, someone could say one thing and mean the opposite (well, he
knew he was sarcastic and ironic all of the time, but that didn't
mean he liked it in other people.). And words hurt, or gave power to
people who shouldn't be given it... well and they betrayed him most
of the time.

But two times two was four, nothing
could influence that outcome, just as the integral from 1 to e of
ln(x) was 1. And numbers themselves hurt no one.

So he had taken on the habit of...
borrowing his acquaintances books. It wasn't like they needed them,
most of them had dropped out of high school or college that summer
anyway. And it wasn't long until he found that when he was drunk, to
him doing complicated calculations in his head was like counting
sheep to other people. It calmed him into sleep. So what to do today?
Perhaps just some simple cubic equations?

In the morning Inuyasha woke with a
slight headache and a horribly dry mouth, but he was more than used
to that. Groggily he reached for the backpack he'd hung on a branch
and retrieved a canister of orange juice. He emptied it hastily and
stuffed the bottle back.

As he yawned and stretched a little he
glanced up to Kagome and saw her stir in her sleep, her eyes opening
slowly. He quickly moved to stand on the branch just in time to catch
her when her eyes took in the long distance to the ground and she
bolted up, loosing her balance in the process.

“Sleeping on trees is easy, waking
up is the problem, I tell you that.” He said cheerily, as she
pressed her hand to her chest to recover from that early morning
shock. She glared.

“You couldn't have possibly told
me that before I fell asleep on one, now, could you?”

Inuyasha was in a uncharacteristically
good mood that morning, he had slept better that he had in a few
years, and so he just shrugged and politely offered her a hand.

“Nope. Now come on down we need to
find that girl.”

She stared at his hand for a moment and
then swatted it away to climb down on her own.

“Uh-oh, someone's cranky this
morning.” Inuyasha observed as he followed her.

“Hell yeah, I slept horribly. I
dreamt of falling the whole night. I even fell down the Eiffel tower
and I haven't even ever been to France.” Kagome kept on
chattering while she climbed down the tree.

“And then I was climbing up a
rope, hunted by some scissor monkey who always cut the rope right
beneath me, but the rope went on and on and I just kept on climbing
and climbing until suddenly another monkey appeared above me and cut
the rope. And then I fell again. “

Inuyasha couldn't help but snicker a
little. That girl's dreams where just as weird as she was. But at
least she didn't seem to be sad anymore. That meant no more crying
and no more forcing him to distract her with something. Something
that was personal and not actually meant for her to know, but when
you have no imagination, what else is there to tell?

“But strangely you were suddenly
there and caught me, just like just now.”

Inuyasha glanced down to her
surprisedly, to find her already on the wall, waiting for him. He
jumped to land beside her.

“Can't have been that much of a
nightmare if I had an appearance in it, huh?” Inuyasha joked,
still not believing how cheerful he felt today. He had dreamt of
interestingly shaped graphs, a very comforting dream for once. In
addition to that the graphs had smelled oddly pleasant, of fruit and
sun, freshly washed cloth, skin and female sweat...

Kagome rolled her eyes but her cheeks
grew a tad pinkisher.

“Yeah right.” She dropped to
her knees and began crawling onto the branch that reached over the
pavement. While she struggled to slide around it Inuyasha just went
to sit on the wall and dropped to the ground from there, lessening
the force of his fall by going into a crouch.

Kagome managed to reach the ground
safely, but she took her time and somehow managed to make her skirt
ride up all the way to her hips while sliding back and forth on the
branch for reasons unknown to Inuyasha, who decided to keep any
comment to himself to avoid being declared a hentai again. Besides
that, the view of Kagome's counterpart's legs aroused nothing but
envy in him, when comparing those rippling bundles of pure power
wrapped in fair, smooth skin with the bones and tendons wrapped in
overly hairy skin of his counterpart's sprinter body.

Why was it that he, who had been drawn
into the whole affair for the sole purpose of keeping that girl safe,
got such inadequate equipment whereas said girl got this killing
machine of a body and didn't even know how to use it? Hadn't he known
that the mysterious woman who claimed to be the creator of all this
claimed to keep out of her creation he would have suspected that
she'd done it on purpose, just to make things harder for him.

Maybe she'd just been plain lying and
she did interfere and really didn't like him (he had no trouble
imagining that someone didn't like him, he himself had never brought
up the patience necessary to feel sympathy for himself). That was a
very pleasant explanation for the overall screwed-up-ness of his
life. What made it so pleasant was the fact that it did, in
comparison to all his previous theories, declare someone else guilty
and not himself alone. Very nice, he liked that. Now if only there
was a way to make himself believe it, that would probably mark a
first step out of the circles of self-hatred, drug abuse and general
anti-sociality he had been moving inside for god knew how long. Oh
well...

Kagome ripped him out of his conspiracy
theories and self pity, but he had still managed to subdue his
previously good mood a good deal.

“It's ten minutes to seven, if
we're lucky she hasn't left to school yet.” She declared,
looking at her wristwatch.

“Only one way to find out.”
Inuyasha stepped past her to peer through the iron bars of the gate
to the enormous garden.

“And that would be?” Kagome
asked, sticking her head between two bars.

“Waiting for her right here.”
Wonderful. More waiting and sitting around.

“Aww, really, will all of this
mission consist of getting beaten up or being chased around on the
one hand and spending ours just sitting around with nothing to do on
the other?” So she thought about it the same way.

“No. At least about the getting
beaten up part. That won't happen again. You should know by now that
you best leave that to me.”

“Yadda yadda, can one sound any
more chauvinist?” She moved closer to lay a hand on his
shoulder. “Don't worry, honey, I'll take on all the bad guys
for you. Just stay back and powder your nose, or better yet, cook me
steak.” She said, obviously trying to sound like some western
hero or something. Inuyasha just watched her bewilderedly, unsure
whether he should be laughing or feel insulted. How did that girl
keep up with her moods if they swung like that? Hadn't she been mad
at him or something a few minutes ago? And now she was joking around?

In the end he just peeled her hand from
his shoulder and shoved it back at her. Her face dropped but she did
not look angry, guilty more like.

“Oh. I'm sorry.”

“What for?” Well the joke
had been stupid, but-

“For forgetting that you hate to
be touched. I'm sorry, didn't do it to offend you or anything I just
really forgot.”

And so had he, obviously. He hadn't even
expected her to remember it, it was true, yeah, but he didn't hate
her touch in particular that much, for what ever reasons. Talk about
being over considerate. He did not actually expect people to consider
what he wanted or felt. At least few people had ever done
that, and no-one after knowing him for only a day or so. What a
strange girl she was, indeed.

“Whatever.” Glancing back
into the garden he suddenly saw a figure moving towards the gate.
There came his direly needed excuse to ignore the urge to explain
himself to Kagome to wipe the guilty expression off her face.

“Hey, look. The shard bitch is
coming.”

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Cornering the wench and taking the shard
had been a child's play, she wasn’t half as confident alone as
she was with her group of humble slaves, at first she did try to
threaten him though, with some kind of social outcasting, said she
was gonna make sure that he'd be thrown out of his sprinting team and
such. Well he couldn't care less about what happened to this body
after he left it. She didn't say anything to Kagome, probably thought
she was outcast enough just being what she was, and in the end all
Inuyasha had to do was snatch the shard and rip it off her neck, she
didn't even fight back. They ran away and didn't stop until they
found a little park where they sat down on a bench to rest a little.

No.

Getting the shard was no trouble at all,
that infuriatingly considerate Kagome was.

All the while they ran she had been
awkwardly quiet and now she sat on the bench frowning, and thus not
all too far from crying again for all he knew. Just what he fucking
needed.

“Stop that!”

She snapped out of whatever was
bothering her to shoot him a puzzled look.

“Stop what?”

“What ever you are thinking of, I
can hear the wheels in your head turning. Annoys me.”

“You know, I was just thinking - “

“I figured that much.”

“Will you stop playing impolite
and listen?”

What does she mean playing impolite?

“So you were thinking...?”

“Why are you saying that like you
doubt I am capa- oh, don't answer that. Just listen.” She
fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, not facing him as she spoke. “I
don't think it's right to just take over these poor people's body's,
wrecking havoc with them and then just leaving their real inhabitants
to deal with the consequences. Maybe we can try to right at least
some of the wrong that has occurred because of us.”

Talk about being over considerate,
indeed.

“And just what do you have in
mind? How can we possibly make that crazy bitch not hate us, for
example, or keep her from doing whatever she plans to to socially
stigmatize my counterpart?”

Now she did look up to face him, almost
defiantly.

“Well, we could apologize and give
her something to replace the necklace we took. And I could try making
up with my supposed 'girlfriend' just as you can do that with your
counterpart's friend you scared off so rudely.”

Inuyasha felt his jaw drop. That girl
was incredible. Just what did she think people were like? Forgiving?
Understanding? Even the slightest bit willing and able to identify
with another person? Good lord! It would have been almost cute, that
attitude, hadn't he known how badly she would be disappointed as soon
as she found out what things were really like. And why did she give a
shit about those fuckers anyway?

But she was determined now, standing up
and continuing to argue with her hands on her hips.

“I know you'll say that you don't
care, but I do. And as far as I know they won't get us out of
this dimension until I linked my self with the jewel so they can
extract it with us. I just won't do that until we at least tried to
sort things out.”

Oh the nerve of that brat. But she'd
said 'try to sort things out', he'd just hold her to that. And
it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He couldn't possibly let her
go alone, who knew what kind of trouble she'd get herself into. No
protecting the bitch, no reward. It was as simple as that. But he
could at least play a little hard to get before he agreed.

“As far as I remember you
were the one who's been bitching about the whole running around. And
now you're willingly getting yourself into even more of it?”

“Yes I am. -”

Realising she was about to say something
like 'and I'll be going now, with you or without you' he hastily
stood.

“Ok, ok. But no more bitching or
anything.”

Because, really, he had never, even when
he was like just now, just contradicting someone for the hell of it,
been able to agree anymore as soon as someone had said something like
that. Inuyasha had always prided himself with his scratches of self
respect that occurred every once in a seldom while, especially in
situations where they just got in the way. Hell, everyone needed
something to be proud of, right?

No more bitching for her did of course
not mean no more bitching for him.

“Well then oh little Mother
Therese in spe, what do you suggest we do?”

“Who is 'Mother Therese in spe'?”

Ah yes, she probably wasn't that famous
in Japan.

“Doesn't matter. Let's get going!”

And off they went.

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“I am just neutrally
recapitulating the facts here, woman, not commenting, K?”
Inuyasha looked at Kagome in a way that he hoped did not look like he
was making fun of her. He leaned back against a piece of wall besides
the entrance to another mall.

“Yesterday, when you realized that
I shoplifted some items of little worth you were quite miffed, I dare
say appalled. Don't try denying it, I'm not blind. I saw the look on
your face, all that kept you from lecturing me was that we had to run
away immediately, and that I brought you chocolate, I guess. I also
remember you insisting on the whole sociality concept. Now
tell me how this fits in: In order to compensate that infuriating,
obviously spoiled bitch for the loss of her necklace you want me to
go in there and steal jewellery worth a lot more than what I took
yesterday, including the backpack.” He leant forward his
eyebrows raised. “What the fuck is going on inside your head?”

Kagome had listened, her face darkening
with every word he spoke.

“Look I am not asking you
to do this because I give a damn about that girl. I'm afraid that our
counterparts will have hell to pay for what we did. I told you
that already. I've been a student myself until – point is, I
saw myself how organised mobbing breaks people, and I think that's
just what's going to happen, at least to your counterpart. Don't you
feel at least a little responsible?” When he opened his mouth
she interrupted. “No, don't answer that. I know stealing is
immoral, but I don't have any money, nor do you. So what choice do we
have? At least we are not robbing a small jeweller or anything, I
think a chain this large will not go bankrupt if you just take some
nice piece of not too cheap costume jewellery.”

“That's the first step to becoming
a full time criminal, or a kleptomaniac. Telling yourself that taking
this and that won't do any harm. I started like that, too.”
Inuyasha explained, but he had a feeling that he still sounded like
he was making fun of her. By the way she bit her lip to keep from
yelling at him he'd say that she had that feeling, too. But suddenly
her fists unclenched and her expression changed. She averted her
glare, exhausted and... sad? Uh-oh.

“Inuyasha. I wouldn't be asking
you to do something like that if I didn't think it was necessary –
no imperative. Really, I'd feel guilty for the rest of my li-
existence if we didn't try at least.”

Guilt. So that was what she was about.
At least she wasn't as absolutely selfless as he'd feared she was.

She faced him again, with dangerously
moist eyes.

“Do you really, absolutely not
care what happens to your counterpart? Wouldn't you feel guilty for
screwing up his life?”

Of course he would. But he felt guilty
all the time, for existing mainly. Guilt was such a constant in his
conscience that a new bit wouldn't really make any difference.

Kagome on the other hand seemed to have
lead a guilt free life. No surprise really, what harm could she
possibly have done anyone?

Taking in the menacing shimmer of her
eyes and her crushed composure he was already about to reveal that he
considered doing it at least, when she pressed the last of his
buttons.

“I'd do it myself but I know I
can't. Only you can, you know that. Please... ?”

Oh, to hell with it.

“Alright, alright, I'll do it.
Just so you'll stop bothering me.”

He pushed himself off the wall only to
be pushed into it again when Kagome squealed “Thank you! I
really don't know what I'd do without you!” and hugged him.
Then she all but jumped away from him again mumbling: “I'm
sorry, I forgot again.”

But Inuyasha was still a little too
dazed to respond. The kinds of touches he received usually were
rather limited, varying from the punches, kicks and slaps delivered
during the various fights he seemed to attract so much to those
delivered during some illegally inspired sexual abandon. All in all,
anyone touching him did it to get some kind of pleasure out of it for
themselves, in one way or another, more or less uncaring what he
thought of it. So someone touching him just to say 'thank you' came
as a little bit of a surprise.
When he realised just why Kagome
had let go of him, he just nodded and hastily entered the mall to
avoid having to admit anything to her again.

There were few people inside the mall,
which was not so good for obvious reasons. He spotted an area where
they sold jewellery and watches and stuff, but it was all locked up
inside display cases.

“May I help you?”

Inuyasha turned around ... and looked
down to find a ridiculously small, elderly sales clerk smiling up at
him. He was about to shake his head in negation when he realised that
he could just as well ask him instead of continuing to run around
aimlessly. So he nodded.

“I'm looking for a necklace or
something.”

“For your girlfriend out there?”
the man asked mischievously, nodding at something behind Inuyasha.
Who turned and saw Kagome standing outside leaned against a street
light.

“No - I mean yes but she's not my
girlfriend.”

“But you'd like her to be that.”
the man stated smiling knowingly.

“Yeah, riiight– No! Just
show me where to find the goddamn necklaces!”

The man lifted his arms. “No need
to get so defensive, boy. Now what exactly did you have in mind?
Something really classy or more juvenile?”

The fuck? “Well, something I can
afford, most of all.”

“Oh, I see. The more... trendy
jewellery you can find on the third floor. Follow me.”

Finally! “No that's okay, don't
bother.” And off he sneaked.

'What a strange man..' he thought as he
rode the elevator. Why did all kinds of people take such interest in
his personal life now that he was dead? Nobody had ever given a damn
about him as long as he'd been alive and Inuyasha had been more that
comfortable with that. Phew...

He exited the elevator and had no
trouble finding what he was looking for this time. Well at least he
had no trouble finding the jewellery... but choosing a necklace was a
whole other story. They had all kinds of necklaces here, some where
glittery and large, some were small and simple, some where of a weird
pseudo ethno style. But how was he supposed to know what that bitch
would like as a replacement for the shard? Worse even, according to
Kagome's oh so brilliant he was supposed pretend that his counterpart
Keichii was in love with that bitch and had taken the necklace with
the shard in an act of jealous rage, believing it was the present of
an admirer. So the necklace had to be something that a boy would most
likely give a girl he was in love with. How on earth was he supposed
to know anything about stuff like that?

In the end he just decided to take one
that he liked and would like a girl to wear. He assumed that was
basically the same.

He had, as soon as he'd stepped out of
the elevator, spotted quite a few cameras and thus was forced to
choose a slightly more subtle course of action than his usual 'take
what you can get and put it into someone else's bag' approach. He
took two of the necklace he intended to loot and walked around the
shop a little, pretending to be looking for something else while he
actually was looking for an opportunity to stuff one of the necklaces
into his pocket.

That opportunity came when he sat down,
pretending to be trying on a pair of shoes and thus was out of camera
range. He was pretty sure anyway, that whoever was supposed to
supervise the mall was watching football on the supervision screens
or something but it was still better to be careful. He put one of the
necklaces away and then returned to the display stands he'd taken
them from and returned the one he still carried around openly.

Everything went smooth as silk, he only
got a little anxious when the sales clerk from before asked him
whether he'd found what he'd been looking for but he just pretended
that everything had been a lot more expensive than he expected. The
cheaper jewellery wasn't electronically secured and he was able to
reunite with Kagome in front of the mall without the alarm going off
or anything. To complete his play he gestured apologetically when he
reached her though all he really told her was to hurry up.

Kagome's watch claimed that they had
another two hours to kill until they had to be back at the school to
intercept the bitch a second time, but they went there anyway, devoid
of anything better to do. Besides that Kagome was still determined to
make up with her 'girlfriend' before she left. However a bad liar
like herself thought she'd be able to do so was beyond him but oh
well, not like he cared, she'd said they had to try not to
succeed righting what they'd done wrong. He only hoped she'd
forgotten that she also wanted him to make up with that annoy boy she
seemed to believe he had hurt when he'd told him to fuck off. But
knowing her...

They arrived, thanks to Inuyasha's most
precise sense of orientation, just in time for second break.

Kagome took an enthusiastic breath.
“Well then, do you want to split up, or do this together?”

He thought about that. Splitting up
meant that he could just pretend that he tried and failed without
having to actually do a thing, but doing things together meant that
he would come to witness another of Kagome's hilariously futile
attempts at lying... the moments of his life where he had fun were
more than rare, he evaluated, and it wasn't like facing that bitch
again couldn't possibly do him any harm anymore, so:

“I'd rather we do this together.”

“Fine I was about to suggest
that.” That enthusiastic breath again, coupled with an
enthusiastic smile. Where did that girl take all that optimism from?
Incroyable.

They, well Kagome, decided that they'd
first try to find her girlfriend and do what they could to save their
relationship. She avoided all of his questions about how she planed
to proceed with a blush and change of themes and Inuyasha had the
vague idea that she had no idea at all and planned to improvise. Just
as well, more fun for him! He spotted the temperamental bitch of a
girlfriend in the cafeteria and pointed her out to Kagome. She told
him to stay back, reminding him of the girl's rather fierce reaction
to him the other day, and stomped off. As Inuyasha watched her
retreating back he suddenly realised that she didn't even know her
girlfriend's name. What on earth was she planning to do? He
stealthily approached the table and sat down at one close to it just
in time to see Kagome positioning herself in front of the girl. She
didn't look up from her plate.

“I'm sorry.” Kagome said
with a small voice.

The girl ignored her.

“I still love you and I'm terribly
sorry.” Kagome raised her voice a little. She was blushing
wickedly but otherwise she was doing surprisingly well.

But the girl kept on eating.

“I love you, I'm sorry and I'd do
anything to make you forgive me.”

The girl took a sip of her juice.

Kagome sat down beside her, straddling
the bench.

“Forgive me, please! I can't live
without you!”

She was really getting into it,
apparently, Inuyasha observed a little disappointedly. That was no
fun! But the girl still showed no reaction to the sappiness Kagome
threw at her. She seemed to realise that too, because she got that
exhausted and hopeless expression again.

'Maybe she's just gonna give up' he
mused and turned to nick a few fries off a half empty, deserted plate
on the table.

But he couldn't have been further from
the truth her realised when he turned around again.

Kagome was gripping the girl by her
shoulders and turning her to face her - 'Oh no she isn't- ' and
kissed her. A full fledged, mouth to mouth kiss.

Inuyasha dropped the fries he'd been
about to munch.

Suddenly Kagome broke the kiss, stood,
turned and ran out of the room.

Whether that was part of her devious
plan or just a natural reaction Inuyasha could only guess as he made
his way into a random direction that wasn't the one Kagome had fled
to. He really had no intention of making the banshee suspect any
connection between him and Kagome again. After a few minutes of
sneaky edging towards the exit he reached the door and found a
heavily breathing Kagome stumbling out of the toilet.As soon as she
spotted him she stomped over and grabbed his arm, pulling him down
the corridor.

“You know -” he started.

“Shut up!” Kagome huffed,
probably blushing if the colour of her ears offered any indication.

“No, I just - “

“I don't want to hear a thing!”

“Really, I -”

“Do I have to spell it for you?”

“Woman, I'm just trying to tell
you that I liked your plan.”

She came to a halt at a random corner,
spinning around to face him and oh yeah, blush she did.

“You what?”

“I thought that it was a
surprisingly good idea. That's all. Whether it was all that efficient
could be argued but I still liked it. I wasn't going to go into
detail about how you just kissed a- “

“Shut up!”

“Dear god, what's with the
homophobia?” Inuyasha snickered.

“I'm not homophobic, it's just
that thatwasmyfirstkissandIlostitosomeoneIdon'tevenknowthenameof. “

“Huh?” Inuyasha asked,
though he'd understood perfectly well what she was on about. How...
innocent... of her. She was what? 15 or something?

“Nevermind.”

“Yeah whatever. But still, what
were you doing in the lady's room? I take it you weren't puking?”

“No, I was rinsing my mouth - “

“Homophobia, like I said.”

“Gods no! She'd eaten peas! I hate
peas, is all.”

“Oh, ok.” Inuyasha decided
do let the subject drop so that Kagome had a fair chance at
normalising the colour of her face and glanced around. “So what
do we do next? Find my 'pal' or – Wait!” He spun around
again. “If you know that she's eaten peas then-”

“Shut up!”

“You mean you... ?”

“I don't want to hear a thing!”

“You really-”

“Do I have to spell it for you?”

“No, that's ok, I'll do it: F- R -
E - N - C - H K - I - S -”

“Oh please, what's so damn
interesting about it?”

And thus he had once again manoeuvred
himself into a situation where he owed her an explanation he was more
than reluctant to give. Why soil her innocent mind with his male,
immature girl-on-girl fantasies?

But for the second time that day
coincidence became convenience as the ominous pal of his
counterpart's, the annoy boy, chose that very moment to come toddling
down the corridor.

“Fuck, woman, there he is! Do you
have a plan for me, too?”

“Well actually -”

Inuyasha glared at her sternly. “I'm
not going to - “

“Shut up! I wasn't going to say
that. I don't know about male friendships, you're the guy here. Just
improvise or something! It can't be impossible for you to be
nice for once!”

Well, he was male but that was already
as far as it got. Male friendships? As in ' Grown up together and
spent early puberty jacking off together to lingerie ads' male
friendship? How was he supposed to know a thing about that shit? But
the annoy boy left him no time to ponder.

“Keichii, there you are! You
weren't there for calculus and literature, I already thought that
crazy chick kil – Oh, hi!” He bleached visibly when he
noticed Kagome standing besides Inuyasha a. k. a. Keichii. But Kagome
smiled (which did not quite have a reassuring effect, even if she
hoped it did) and grabbed Inuyasha's hand, shaking it.

“Well thank you again, for
offering to tutor me. I really don't know what I'd be doing
without you!” And off she went, around the corner and hopefully
not too far away.

Inuyasha assumed that this was supposed
to be some sort of help for him to make up a story why he'd behaved
the way he had the day before, but what on earth – Oh!
Tutoring. Where did she get all those ideas from all of a
sudden? Wasn't she supposed to be a bad liar?

“So you're tutoring the rambo
chick? That's... nice of you. But also slightly suicidal, if I may
say so.” The annoy boy smiled a little bewilderedly, then his
eyes widened. “Fuck, what's happened to your face? Is that how
she 'convinced you to tutor her? You look awful!”

Ah yes. He'd been hurt in that fight
yesterday. He hadn't taken a look at his face yet, but it hurt when
he touched his cheek and his lip had felt a little thick all day. He
probably looked like he'd been beaten up. Well, that was basically
what had transpired, just that he'd been the one doing the main
beating.

“No that wasn't her, that happened
later. She came up to me and said she wanted to talk to me at the
beginning of lunchbreak yesterday. That's why I left training all of
a sudden you know. . She hadn't said a word about what it was she
wanted and I thought she was gonna beat me up if I didn't come, but I
didn't want any of you to know about it.” Hey, making up this
stuff was rather easy once you were into it. “Then I'd go meet
her, that close from pissing my pants, and all she wanted was for me
to tutor her. Really. But she's paying well, so who am I to complain?
“

“But why were you so angry
yesterday? I mean you all but told me to fuck off!”

“Like I said, I thought she wanted
to beat me up or anything, I didn't want you to be pulled into
whatever shit I thought she was planning, so I tried to scare you
off.”

“But who beat you up if it wasn't
her then?”

Ehem. That was a good question. But then
an idea struck.

“It don't matter.” He
avoided his buddy's eyes in a way he hoped looked ashamed.

The boy fell for it. “Aww come on,
man. You know you can tell me, we've been friends for like - what?
Twelve years or something?” He moved closer and laid a hand on
Inuyasha's shoulder.

Riight. Inuyasha cringed and fought the
urge to tell the boy to fuck off again. It was scary how right he'd
been about the kind of male relationship he was dealing with here.
Which proved once again that you didn't have to be an active
participant in social life to understand it's workings. Just what
he'd always told himself.

He looked up again. “t'was her
friggin' girlfriend.” he said silently.

“What?” The annoy boy
retreated his hand.

“The rambo chick's girlfriend.
I've never met someone as paranoidly jealous as that girl. She'd
punched me right into my face before I even knew what was going on.
You think the other one is dangerous?” He laughed bitterly.
That was something he was always able to do convincingly, awful actor
or not. “At least with her you can see
she's able to knock you out with one blow. The not rambo one is
actually kind of cute.” He shuddered. “At least I thought
so before.”

“You mean a girl did this to you?”

“Damn right!”

The annoy boy burst out laughing.
Inuyasha felt himself get angry although the boy was laughing his ass
off about something that hadn't even really happened. This was why he
hated acting. He just never managed to maintain a certain emotional
distance to his roles. Scratch that. Most of the time he totally lost
it about what was real and what not.

“Haha. Veeery funny. What could I
possibly have done? Hit her back? A girl? No thanks, I haven't
stooped that low yet.”

The boy stopped laughing. “I know,
Keichii, I'm sorry. It's just that... a girl?”

Whatever. Inuyasha had enough of it. Now
for a smooth exit:

“Look buddy, It's ok, I guess I
would have found it just as hilarious if you'd been beaten up by that
chick. But now I'll just have to find my rambo student again, she
forgot to give me my book back. See ya 'round!”

And with a grin he hoped looked honest
and buddy-like he went looking for Kagome.

He found her, after some wandering and
wondering around, under the tree they had first met under, where she
was waiting for him.

She saw him approaching and waved. “Did
everything go alright?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.”

He sat down beside her. “ I'd say
we take care of the shard bitch later on and use the spare time to
eat and rest a little.”

She smiled. Why did she do that all of
the time?

“I was just going to suggest
that.”

They shared the rest of the bread with
cheese, emptied the remaining bottle of water and then fell into
content silence as they stretched out in the patchy shadow of the
tree. Kagome even dozed off after a short while and Inuyasha
entertained himself with a little mathematics, geometry today, all
the while the day stretched lazily under the warm, late spring sun.
To his discomfort, Inuyasha couldn't quite shake a feeling of
peacefulness, although he usually strictly forbade himself to be
lured into an emotional illusion of that kind, and so he wasn't too
disappointed when he heard the bell ring for the third and final
time. Feelings of peace, contentment and belonging were dangerous, at
least for him.

Kagome was still a little dizzy when he
urged her to go and hide somewhere while he was going to face the ex
shard bitch and make her believe he was in love with her. The twisted
shit he had to deal with on a daily basis! ...since about yesterday,
but still.

Before he'd been able to come up with
any decent idea on how to approach her she emerged from the main
building surrounded by her usual circle of fan girls, though it
appeared to be smaller than yesterday. Inuyasha waited until she was
close enough, stepped out of the shadow of the gate and blocked her
way, about the same moment as he realised that he didn't even know
her name. Now that might complicate things a little...

But gladly the girl was still pissed off
enough so that she spoke to him before he'd even finished worrying.

“What do you want?”

“I need to talk to you –
alone.”

She laughed hysterically. “Yeah,
sure!”

“No seriously. I need to tell you
something.”

“I don't think there's anything to
tell. Unless you want to beg my forgiveness, but then I can tell you:
there's no way to stop me from punishing you the way you deserve! You
brought that upon yourself on your own!”

He took a few steps forward until he
stood right in front of her. She didn't even flinch, with her peers
she obviously felt safe. “I really need you to come with me.”
he said in a low voice. Acting had, much like everything else except
screwing up, never been his strength and so he just hoped that she'd
mistake his disgust for anxiety or embarrassment.

“No. Now if you'll excuse us...”
She tried to sidestep him but Inuyasha, realising that words were
once again failing him, grabbed her arm and pulled her along as he
hurried through the gate. She struggled, but in vain, and stopped
miraculously as soon as her friends were out of sight. Looking for an
appropriate endroit for his 'confession' he yanked her down the
street. The school was situated rather suburbial and there was a
little park close by, he decided to go there.

He told the girl, who was now obediently
following him, to sit down on a bench. He positioned himself in front
of her and was about to drop some horribly sappy line when she
suddenly stood and threw herself onto him. Holy shit! What to do now,
he couldn't throw her off and then still claim that he loved her!
Damn Kagome and her screwed up plans! Who would have thought that
she'd still dare attacking – wait! It wasn't until then that he
became aware of the nature of her 'attack', alerted by her frantic
whispers. Surely you didn't continuously whisper the name of a person
you intended to harm? But there she was, all “Keichii,
Keichii... ”

Right. Now either that was going to make
things real easy or complicate everything even more. He'd have to
give it a try. He grabbed her by her shoulders ad pried her off him,
but took care to keep her close. She was blushing deeply and her eyes
were all dewy.

“What is this all about?”
She flinched at his rather harsh tone but kept up the dewiness.

“What do you mean?” She
rasped.

“I thought you hated me, you
said... “ he tried to look hurt and confused... well he was
confused.

“Oh Keichii!” She took a
step back. “At first, I did, but then, that was all for show, I
have an image to maintain after all. But what I said couldn't have
been farther from the truth! Keichii, you won't believe me, but you
are the first man to dare to defy me in years! All this power
I had, I practically reigned the whole school. Everyone was
constantly trying to get on my good side, all those lowlife
asslickers! And then you come along, all rude -” she came
closer again. “ - and brutish - “ she dragged her hands
up his chest, but he stayed oddly unmoved by it... well it tickled a
little... “ - and oh so manly! “ She pressed herself
against him and almost purred. “Oh Keichii! I need you! All
those wimps can go to hell for all I care as long as you... “

Fuck, that bitch was screwed up! Just
how weird could one be? Falling for someone because they treated her
wrong! ... then again, that's what everyone said about women, they
always fell for the assholes... well anyway that sure would make
things easy- he would even get to keep the necklace! ... not that he
wanted it, but still...

She suddenly detached herself from him
again. “Though I still have absolutely no idea why you suddenly
decided to take my necklace- “

That was his keyword! Inuyasha gathered
all of his measly acting abilities to deliver a more or less
believable 'Jealous rage'. Well, at least yelling, insulting and
overall ill-tempered-ness didn't require as much pretence as
'teenager in love' did. It wasn't that hard playing an asshole when
you were one. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

“You don't know, you say? Keh!
Think again, you whore! What son of a bitch of a scumbag gave that
trash to you? Who was stupid and suicidal enough to dare lay such
claim on you when he should have known what everyone knows, that
you're mine and mine alone! And what where you doing accepting
it, anyway?” He shoved her away. This was fun! And she'd
probably like him even more after it!

“Why am I even putting up with an
infidel, spoiled and worthless bitch like you?” He turned and
attempted to walk away. The girl immediately shot forward and hurled
him around again, then.. dropped to her knees? Fuckit, that amount of
dévoument surely wasn't all too far from an unhealthy
obsession? Not that he minded women throwing himself at his feet, but
still.

She all but cried. “Oh no, please,
don't go! I swear, I had no idea that you held such interest in me!
Had I known I would never ever have worn that necklace, even though
no one else gave it to me! I found the stone and had an necklace made
out of it, you have to believe me! I haven't lain my eyes on any
other man in years!” She grabbed his knees. “Please
forgive my thoughtlessness! I beg you!”

Holy shit this was ridiculous! Had that
girl ever considered Valium? But still, all the better for him, he
didn't need to explain himself to her, or, more like, invent a
plausible explanation. Obviously, to her his aggressive and
irrational behaviour didn't appear very much out if the ordinary, she
was just as fucked up mentally, after all.

Well nevermind. He grabbed her by her
shoulders and lifted her to her feet, all the while staring into her
eyes with what he hoped looked like a conflicted expression. Then he
attempted to smile.

“I might.”

“You might..?”

“I might forgive you.”

She threw herself into his arms again.

“Oh thank you!”

“But...”

She pressed herself closer. “But?”

“But you'll have to prove your
worthiness to me.” he smirked.

She looked at him with those insanely
dewy eyes and whispered: “Anything. I'll do anything for you.”

The bitch then started rubbing herself
against him. Inuyasha also suddenly realised that she was actually
kind of pretty... she'd just gotten on his nerves that much before
that he hadn't been willing to waste some of his precious brain
capacity on processing it. But she was pretty, in a plain kind of way
by her looks and in a sledgehammer kind of way by her advances. One
of the many disadvantages of low self esteem was that it made you so
downright dumb and spineless as soon as someone made you feel wanted.
At least Inuyasha told himself that afterwards to make himself feel
better about what he did next...

Anything...

A.N.: Well, that's it. Woohoo, a
cliffie!.. a small one, but still...

I am, when am I not, terribly sorry it
took me so long to write this but despite the fact that I have so
little imagination that writing for me is like writing on a constant
writer's block ('s true, I swear) I was also sick and in London, and
got sick again after I returned from over there. I wrote the last
part of this chapter (as well as this AN.) on a fever (which might
explain their weirdness, maybe) ...Excuses excuses, I know, I am also
the carnation of laziness.

Well there are some (3) French
expressions Inuyasha uses in this chapître (there, there
another one), and if it's not completely clear from the context
already, in which case I hope you'll excuse my underestimating you,
this is what they mean:

'incroyable' means unbelievable

'endroit' is place or setting

'dévoument' means a lot of things
but here it's the act of submitting to someone, or the state of being
submissive. (is there a noun for this in English?)

Oh, and I do know that the word
'homophobia' does not actually apply to persons who are afraid of
homosexuality but who are generally afraid of what's similar to them,
i.e. their own gender, which may include the sexual aspect, but the
word is reduced to that context in every day language as far as I
know, so I thought it was ok. And I still do.

I went to work on the next chapter
immediately, and I'll hurry up with it, I promise. (Does anyone even
care? )
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