I Need You

A/N: My first attempt to gain good reviews in this site has failed horribly. I am

ashamed of myself and that story. To make up for “that”, I will give you a

lemon, it is an A-U, it is a chapter story. Maybe only 5, at least I hope so. I

am not a serious writer at heart, I am more of the humorous type, who loves

to be silly, but I can get freaky and serious at times, so bare with me. Also, if

you don’t know now, you might as well find out. I’m black, and I live in the

hood, but on a good block. I’m not trying to be something I’m not, this is

just who I am. “When a writer writes, a little bit of themselves comes out in

writing,” my English I teacher told me that, and I guess, It stayed with me for

two years, you all can see a little bit of me from this.


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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha…yet.

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I Need You


As long as I can remember, living on this street, I have been in love with

the boy next door. Well, more like down the street. I remember the first time

I had laid eyes on him, it was like yesterday. It was, about three years ago, I

was fifteen, and my family had decided to move into the city, in my mother's

old neighborhood, from the suburbs. The moving truck had pulled on to the

block that held my mother’s childhood memories, and in front of the house I

would cherish forever.


My mother got out of the truck she was driving, as my little brother

followed. Grandfather, the only man I ever really looked up to, died three

months earlier. She ran up the front porch steps, my new summer hangout,

and unlocked the door. She came back out and started to garb boxes that

contained our things, furniture, and other things were already moved in the

house the day before.




On instinct I got out of the truck and rounded to the back to help unload.

As we did this “back-breaking” work, Mother told us joyful stories of her

childhood on this block. Thirty minutes later the job was finally done, and I

was glad. I was tired of hearing my mother saying, I’m sure you’ll this block,

like I did. I walked out of the house and onto the porch. ‘Better break it in,’ I

thought to myself. Soon, a girl around my age came from inside a house a

crossed the street, and onto my porch.





“Wut up, my name is Sango, I saw you movin’ in just a few minutes ago,

and came over here to meet you,” Sango said in a “hood” voice, the only one

I had heard in real life; she was just beautiful, not that I’m gay, she had

long, wavy, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, great build, everything a guy

would want. “The name’s Kagome,” I answered back in the most “hood-ish”

voice I could. “So where you from?” she asked me. “The suburbs,” I

answered. As she was about to say something a boy walking down the street

called out her name, she waved him over. “Do you mind,” she asked me with

an eyebrow quirked. “No,” I said. “So, Sango, who is your friend,” the boy

yelled the question to her as he crossed the street.

“Kagome, she just move here today, Miroku!”

“Oh, so Sango.”

“What?!”

“When you gone let me hit?”

“Boy!!!!”

Sango, who was sitting on the step I was, got up and then hit the back of

Miroku’s head, who was now on the sidewalk right next to my porch. As he

walked up, I could see how attractive he was; tall, deep violet eyes,

handsome face, black hair, and a small pony-tail that was held by a small

black rubber band at the nape of his neck. “Damn I was just playing. Fuck,

she’s fine. Shit, are you gonna let me hit?” Miroku asked me, as he too sat

on my porch, with a smile. I looked at him as if I was the most evil person in

the world and he was my worst enemy. I thought he was going to say, man if

your looks can kill, I would be dead now, or something stupid like that. But

instead Sango busted out laughing; saying I should have seen the way I

looked, and trying to imitate it without a straight face. “So, Miroku, where is

the jackass friend of yours?” Sango asked him. “In the house, but I just

called him, and he said he was coming out,” he said.

Now, they kept talking, and asking me questions and what not, I felt

comfortable around these two. So, after a while, I started to look around the

block with my eyes, I was a bit bored, they were talking about someone I

didn’t know and I didn’t want to stop them, it seemed someone had got

beaten with a bat and they were discussing it between themselves.

Then, I saw the most handsome boy I had ever seen. He was walking out

the door of a house, about 6 houses down. I couldn’t help but stare. I felt as

if my whole soul was calling out for him, and if he didn’t answer, I would

die. “’Bout time, shit I thought you would never come out,” Miroku said with a

playful voice, but with a straight face, I could help but laugh, these people

were crazy. “Man shut the fuck up. So ya’ll seen Kikyo?” he asked walking up

to my porch. ‘I wonder why everyone has this certain impulse to come upon

my porch,’ I thought, ‘I don’t even know this guy. Fine as he might be, I still

don’t know him.’ “Um, who is this?” I asked, looking at my new “guest” like

he was crazy. “Oh, this is my friend, Inuyasha. You know, the one I called,”

Miroku said. “Oh and who are supposed to be?” Inuyasha asked a challenge

was in his voice. “The new owner, and who are supposed to be?” I said,

challenging him right back. “The shit,” he said.

“More like a piece of it.”

“What, you gotta say something? You tryin’ ta gun?”

Now I didn’t know what the ‘gun’ is, so I said the first thing I thought.

“What if I am?”

“Then, I’ma get on you.” (A/N: People, most of you might know what is going

on, some might not. Inuyasha does not literally mean, to get on Kagome,

just talk about her, is all.)

“Inuyasha, you are a fool, shut the fuck up, or leave, I ain’t got time for

foolishness,” Sango said, walking up to him and poking him with her index

finger in his head. “But you’re sitting here wit Miroku,” he answered

back. “Yeah, that’s right,” Sango said sitting back down.

You see, I was interested by Inuyasha, he had long silver hair, golden

eyes, handsome face, and perfect build for a guy, and the cutest little puppy

ears on top of his head, I couldn’t help but stare, and he was so fine. ‘Must

be a hanyou,” I thought. I was in a trace, that couldn’t be broken. “Kagome.”

Some one was calling me. “Kagome.” Who was it, was it

grandfather? “Kagome!” “Huh,” I looked up, “what you want?” I asked

irritation in my voice. “You wanna go to the store?” Sango asked me.

“Naw, that’s okay. I’ma just stay here and, get to know the place, you know.”

“Okay, you want anything?”

“I couldn’t ask you to buy me anything.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Miroku, come wit me to the store,” Sango commanded. Miroku, followed

along like a little puppy. They started down the street laughing and what not,

then all of a sudden, *smack*, it echoed through the street. “You are such a

bastard,” Sango said face red power walking down the street. I laughed out

loud. These people were really crazy. Then I just remembered

something. “Why are you still here?” I asked the “Shit”.

“To keep you company.”

“To keep me company?”

“Yeah, and it is sick to see them flirt shamelessly.”

“They flirt?”

“Yeah, all the time. They should just go together.”

“Yeah.”

“I saw you staring at me.”

“Really?”

“With lust in your eyes.”

“Really!?”

I was really enjoying this conversation. Me staring at him…lustfully. I could

die of laughter because it was threatening to burst out.

“Yeah, how ‘bout you some of this polish?”

Now I laughed out loud, that was the most perverted thing I have ever heard,

I was surprised at how funny this was.

“Boy you fucking crazy.”

“I’d like to fuck you crazy.”

“Okay…wow…that’s wonderful…um…I will just go in…the house

now…bye.”


I gotten up and started to walk towards the door, then a hand pulled my

shirt and into a lap. ‘Now when I was in the suburbs, mama would come out of

no where, but where in the hell is she now? Huh? My god I’m in his lap. I

have got to get up,’ I thought. “I don’t sit in boy’s laps. Okay so let me go,”

I said, my face was red, super red, and he started to laugh. “Why are you

red? You a virgin or something?” he asked me. “That’s personal,” I

answered, even more flushed.

“You are.”

“So, why is that so important?”

“No reason.”

“Why can’t you answer me straight?”

“What age you gonna give it up?”

“How in the hell I’m gonna answer that?”

“Simple just give an answer.”

“Look, things like that just happen. Like you can’t predict what age you are

going to have your first kiss. It just happens.”

“But virginity, you can. You can choose if you want to give it up if you were 18,

but that would be too old.”

“For who?”

“For you.”

“Oh, and I guess you all ready had some.’

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Hm…yeah…and I have two million dollars.”

“Well, then you must, cause I have.”

Now, I sat there in a daze, he was certainly cute enough. I mean, loose girls

couldn’t probably resist that smile and his good looks. I bet, he has had

some good girls too, that means, he is probably a charmer, he does have a

nice smile.

“Well, how many?”

“Shit, I don’t count how many girls I fuck. That is for pussys who have got to

prove something to somebody. I ain’t got to prove nothing to nobody.”

“Right, you just saying that cause you don’t get none. Hell you still a virgin.”

“You wanna bet?”

“What I got to bet?”

“A kiss.”

“Really, and who can prove that you ain’t one?”

“This girl name Kikyo.”

“What and you fucked her.”

“Maybe, why don’t you ask her?”

“Maybe I will.”


I looked away from Inuyasha, I was really wondering what is taking Sango

and Miroku so long. Shouldn’t they be here now? I just wan them to come

around that corner now.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I don’t like people not taking my word. It is something

that I could really live without.”

“Well to be truthful, I really don’t want to here about you sex escapades.”

“Okay, so where you from?”

“The suburbs, you?”

“The hood.”


“Kagome, get your ass away from my man, why in the hell are in his lap?”

Sango said with a smile on her face. She had a bag in her hand. ‘Wait, why

am I in his lap? Why didn’t I get up? My god, am I still red. I really need a

life,’ I thought. “So, you and Inuyasha, I should have known. How could you,”

Miroku asked very drama like. “Oh please, shut up, I was just playing.

Kagome come with me,” Sango said to me walking to the corner of the block

and flicking her wrist at me so I could follow.

“Kagome, Inuyasha is my boy, but don’t go wit him.”

“Why?”

“Because, he will…”


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End

(A/N: Sorry but you are going to have to review for this ending. Luv ya. One.)