~A NEW ATTITUDE~

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Inuyasha father had died in Inuyasha’s senior year, and the teenager had quit school in order to support his mother. Kagome vaguely remembered he’d worked construction. Somehow, though , he’d still managed to get into one scrape after another. Then, like a bad wind, he was suddenly gone. The town of Chickpea assumed he’d been sent to prison.

“Yes I remember,” Kagome replied, thankful she had packed her mother’s sliver and put it in a safe place long ago. “It’s, uh, nice seeing you again, Inuyasha. As you must have surmised by now, my life has taken a turn for the worse since I last saw you. Nothing I can’t handle, of course, but thanks for stopping by just the same.”

He was being dismissed. Was she crazy? She had just attempted to hang herself, and now she acted as though it was an everyday occurrence ad he was in the way. Inuyasha raked his fingers through his hair, wondering what he should say or do. The situation felt unreal, as though he’d just landed in a scene in one of his mother’s favorite soaps.

“Look, Kagome, I don’t know what your problem is, but I think you need to talk to someone. Nothing is worth ending your life over.”

“I realize that now,” she said with disdain, still trying to free herself from the noose.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Inuyasha offered. He struggled with the tassels. She obviously knew her way around knots. Finally, he pulled it free and tossed the makeshift rope aside. He leaned closer and sniffed. “Do I smell gasoline?” he asked. “Please don’t tell me you were planning to set yourself on fire.”

“Do I look deranged?”

He arched one dark eyebrow but decided not to answer. The noose had chafed the tender skin at her neck. She brushed plaster dust from her face, and he couldn’t help noticing her complexion was still youthful and unblemished, as if she belonged in one of those skin-care commercials. It unnerved him to think just how close she’d come to dying.

Kagome noticed he was staring. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a red welt on your neck.”

“Trust me, it’s not the worst thing that’s happened to me in the past few days. I’ll deal with it, okay? Just…..Please go.” She was near tears, and the last person she wanted to see her cry was Inuyasha
Truancy, who didn’t seem to like her very much in the first place.

“You’re lucky to be alive, you know. If that beam hadn’t collapsed, you’d be dangling like a puppet right now with your eyes bulging out of their sockets.”

“What?” Kagome drew back. The mere thought horrified her.

“You obviously don’t know what a hanging victim looks like”

“They mess their pants, and their tongue hangs out and turns purple.” Inuyasha wondered what had make him go and say something like that, but he was annoyed with her. Pissed off actually, now that the initial shock of finding her had worn off. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Kagome shuddered at the mental picture he’d drawn for her, and she was doubly glad to be alive. “I wasn’t really going to go through with it.”

“Sure you weren’t.”
She glared at him. Did he think she did this sort of thing on a regular basis? Could he not see that she was coming apart at the seams? He had no right to pass judgment on her. “Look, you’ve done your good deed fro the day, so why don’t you run along now. I can pay you for your trouble if you like.”

She had a mouth on her, and that surprised him. She’d always seemed so prim and proper, always doing and saying the right thing. “What do you suppose your life is worth, Miss Higirase?” Its Mrs. Abernathy.”

“Ah yes you married that Koga fellow. He was into sports, right?”

She gave a rueful smile. “He is still something of a sportsman.”

“A football player, if I remember correctly.” He remembered well. The Golden Boy, they’d called him. Folks in Chickpea could speak of nothing else his senior year.

“Wasn’t he offered a full scholarship to Duke University?”

“Yes, but he went into seminary instead.”

“I see.”

“He’s quite popular with some members of his flock.,” Kagome said, offering him a tight-lipped smile. “You might say he takes a hands-on approach to those who are most troubled.” Inuyasha nodded as she spoke, as though trying to make sense of the situati But But how could he possibly understand? “ Uh, look Inuyasha, rea really appreciate it if you’d keep this little matter between us. You know how it is, small town and all.”

“I wouldn’t think of embarrassing you. But how do I know you won’t stick your face in the oven the minute I walk out the door?”

“I’m a grown women, and I can take care of myself,” she replied stiffly. She paused to get a grip on her emotions. He had probably saved her life, and she should be grateful, but she needed time to gather her thoughts. The experience had been harrowing. She took a deep, shaky breath. “I promise not to hurt myself again.”


“I hope you’re sincere,” he said at last, offering his hand to seal the bargain. Kagome paused before taking it. It was big and warm, the palm toughed by the work he did. They shook. “We’ve got a deal,” he said. “I expect you to honor it.” He surprised by the self-deprecating smile that touched her lips. She had always seemed so confidant, so self-assured. Who had hurt her badly? He wondered, feeling oddly protective of her.

He released her hand . The last thing he needed to do was get involved in her troubles. She was a married woman, and he had his hands full trying to keep up with his mother and a new business. That reminded him of the architect who was supposed to drop by later. “I’d better go.” He made for the door, paused and turned. “Uh, Kagome?”

“Yes?” Her gaze locked with his, and for a moment she felt completely disoriented. She blinked, trying to make sense of the strange sensations sweeping through her. What was going on here? Had she killed off some brain cells when the noose tightened around her neck? Or perhaps she did have a concussion and didn’t know it. Either way, she was suddenly acutely aware of him as a man, the tall, athletic physique and broad shoulders. She couldn’t seem top stp staring at his eyes. They were observant. Was he aware that she was looking at him in that way? No wonder the girls at Chickpea High had followed him around like puppies. She east her own eyes downward, certain that no decent woman would stare so blatantly at a man. And her married to boot!
“I know this a bad time,” he said, “but do you happen to have an iron I could borrow?”

At first she thought she’d misunderstood. “An iron?” He nodded. “I’ve misplaced mine. ouldouldn’t ask if it weren’t important.”

She couldn’t imagine anyone making such a request at a time like this, but from the looks of his clothes an iron was exactly what he needed. Not to mention a hairbrush and razor. “Yes, of course. Just give me a second to find it.” Kagome hurried to the utility room, thankful for the reprieve. She had to gather her wits about her or the man would sure enough think she had lost her mind.

The iron was on a shelf next to the spray starch and laundry detergent. Kagome learned her head against the shelf, feeling as though she needed to bang it hard and clear the muddle inside. Inside. In all her married life she had never once look at another man. Well, not the way she was looking at Inuyasha Truancy.

Lord help her.

Kagome took a deep breath, raised her head and reached for the iron. She dusted it off and retraced her steps to the living room. “It hasn’t been used I a while,” she said, her voice sounding stiff and unnatural. She had to get him out of there if it was the last thing she did. “I hope it still works.”

“I really appreciate this.”

He looked so grateful that Kagome wondered if there was a shortage of irons in Chickpea. “You’re welcome.”

“I’ll return it as soon as I’m finished.”

“Keep it as long as you like,” she said quickly, in no hurry to face him again after what had transpired.

Inuyasha was reluctant to leave her, but he had no choice.

“I’m, uh just next door if you need something.”

“Thank you.” Kagome walked him to the door, noting the damaged trim. “Oh my.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “When I heard you scream I broke in I can fix it. And the ceiling beam.”

“No, please, you’ve done enough.” In a matter of minutes he’d turned her upside down and inside out. That was more than enough after the kind of day she’d had.

“Well then, I’d better get going.” He started down the front walk, glancing over his shoulder for one last look. She stood at the door, watching him. He wondered if she remembered visiting when his father died. She and her mother had taken food over, offering their sincere condolences. They’d even attended the funeral. Both of them had been so kind to his mother, and Kagome had sought him out in the crowd and told him how sorry she was. She had done her best to console him when all he could think of was how angry he felt at losing his dad. He had never forgotten her caring nature.

Inuyasha waved and crossed the yard to his own property. Kagome closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. If she didn’t get a grip on herself she was going to suffer a bad case of the vapors, just like her grandmother used to do when the worms are her tomato plants. Here she was, ogling her sexy neighbor as if he was something out of a box of Godiva chocolates, when what she needed to be doing was deciding what to do with the rest of her life.