standing there

Inuyasha woke up with a start, panicking. Had he forgotten to put up the sutras? He relaxed when he saw the walls. He had forgotten something. He forgot to take them off from the first time. He smiled down at Kagome. Her once pretty, delicate lingerie was now in shreds, partially hanging on her. He eased himself out of the bed and groaned. They must have gone all night. His muscles ached.

5 minutes later, Inuyasha was purring with content under the gentle, warm pressure of shower water. The water pounded gently on his aching muscles and relieved some of the pain. He cracked his back then rinsed off the rest of the soap duds. He reluctantly turned off the water then stepped out of the tub. He pulled on a black shirt and jeans then pulled on his hat. As an after thought, he braided his long, thick hair. Some hair fell out and fell around his face. He ignored it and grabbed his bag, giving one longing glance toward the warm hollow that he left in the bed before he grabbed a cereal bar and left.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Inuyasha walked into the classroom. He was late because of the damn traffic. The students filed into the classroom after him not a minute too soon. Kikyo walked in first, hugging books to her chest, her face as cold as ever. Michael, the jock, came in after her with his eyes riveted on her swaying hips. He smirked and called over his shoulder, “today!” to someone in the hallway.

Inuyasha was surprised to find himself frowning. He didn’t know why he cared so much. His eyes looked over at Kikyo putting her books down on a table. He noticed that she kept a wary glance on Michael. A good thing too. Inuyasha frowned again, noticing the hungry and possessive look the boy threw Kikyo. Her eyes hardened even more, a feat that Inuyasha never thought was possible. She gave Michael a look which plainly wished death as he sat down next to her. He smirked at her then switched his attention to the front of the classroom.

Inuyasha proceeded to take his books out, his ears perked up under the hat to listen to them. “Whatever you’re trying to pull off, I highly recommend against it.” Kikyo muttered, her eyes staring dead straight ahead of her. Michael leaned back, “What makes you think I’m doing anything wrong?”

“I’m not an idiot. Your lecherous glances at certain parts of my body and the fact that you’re sitting next to me shouts a clear picture.” Kikyo said, no emotion escaping her face.

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” He replied cockily

“You can’t be serious.” Kikyo looked at him, disdain evident on her marbled face. Michael just smirked again and leaned back, “you’ll see. You and your big airs will begging for me.”

Kikyo raised an eyebrow, an extreme show of emotion for the girl. “and how exactly do you propose to do that?”

“you’ll see.” Michael turned around, “Class is starting.”

Kikyo glared at him so hard that Inuyasha was surprised that Michael didn’t have holes bored into his back. For the next hour and a half Inuyasha noticed frowns creasing Kikyo’s porcelain skin. As soon as the bell rang, Kikyo bolted out of the classroom and sprinted down the hallway. “So that’s how she wants it.” Michael grinned at his friend then followed her. Inuyasha quickly followed them.

He saw Kikyo’s long ebony hair flip out of sight behind a corner then saw Michael’s blond hair follow hers. Inuyasha made to follow, “Inuyasha!” for the first time, Inuyasha wasn’t glad to hear Kagome’s voice. He continued to pursue them, using his demonic grace to slip in between the students. “Inuyasha!” Kagome stepped right in front of him, “Didn’t you hear me?” her eyes blazed and Inuyasha gulped, “Not now Kagome.” He searched the crowd for Kikyo and Michael. Kagome frowned, “who are you looking for?”. Inuyasha couldn’t see them and gave a sigh of frustration, “ No one.”. Kagome stepped in front of his line of vision again. “Kagome.” Inuyasha gave a warning growl and gripped her by the shoulders, “Why the hell are you here anyway?” Kagome’s eyes filled with tears, “I brought you your lunch.”

Inuyasha sighed and gave her a rough hug, “Thanks Kagome. But this is really a bad time.” Kagome’s eyes cleared and she glared, “How is there ever a bad time for me?!”. Inuyasha shook his head and continued to search the halls. He growled when he couldn’t find their scents anywhere. His ears twitched under his hat as he felt a strange feeling that ignited his instinct. He ran around Kagome and dodged her outstretched hand. He heard her yell after him.

Inuyasha skidded to a halt and sniffed the air. He could barely make out Kikyo’s scent. It was laced with panic and a hint of fear. What could Michael be possibly be doing to her? But, Inuyasha could also find greater panic and fear in Michael’s scent. There was also another scent which left a bad taste in his mouth.

He ran around to the back of the school, by the locker rooms. He stopped and listened carefully. He could hear Kikyo’s soft voice and Michael swearing. He walked slowly and peeked around a corner. Michael laid sprawled on the ground, blood pouring from his face. A sneering person with vivid blood eyes stood over him. His hair was long, black and wavy and was pulled up into a high ponytail. Inuyasha could spot Kikyo thrown against the wall behind him.

“Fuck! What the hell is your problem?” Michael swore, his voice filled with panic. He tried to scramble away as he was lifted from the ground by his neck.

“Naraku stop!” Kikyo wobbly stood up and grabbed the man’s wrist.

“fucking whore! What did I tell you?” Naraku threw her away from him and Inuyasha heard an audible crack as her head contacted with the wall. Naraku lifted her up, “ You belong to me and only me remember?”

Kikyo gasped for air and Naraku threw her down again. She winced and Inuyasha saw a look of pure humiliation, hurt, pain and anger flit across her face before her emotionless mask slipped on. She glared up at him and placed a hand on his leg. Inuyasha saw a bright pink light flare from her hand. Naraku stumbled and swore, dropping Michael in the process. “Run…you…idiot…” Kikyo gasped. Michael got up and ran away.

She met Naraku’s glare head on but Inuyasha smelled the spike of fear in her scent. “what..have…I…said…about …purifying…me…BITCH!!!” Naraku snarled, he slapped her viciously across the face then hauled her to her feet. Just as he was about to hit her again, Inuyasha stepped hard on the gravel, causing a loud crunching sound. Naraku looked over at him and glared, instead of hitting Kikyo, he brought his hand up to her face and rubbed the red mark he had left. Kikyo’s face was hard and cold again. Her bangs hid her eyes from view and when she looked up; her eyes dared him to say something. Inuyasha couldn’t say anything. Naraku gave Kikyo a look of dark promise then left. Kikyo picked herself up with a cold grace and she avoided Inuyasha’s eyes. Unable to say anything, Inuyasha turned on his heel and left, leaving the girl standing alone. Just like he had been his whole life.