Someone New
By: A Fading Angel (previously Mitsukai04)
Author's Note: Wow. Okay, yes… I really suck. I'm sorry to everyone that was actually reading and following this fanfiction and left me urgent reviews to update. It has been a long, chaotic first year of college for me and so, with the pre-written summaries I had for this fanfic lost in the bottomless abyss that is my old computer, I once again, try to move forward with writing this poor, neglected fanfiction. So sorry to you all! And thank you so much for still reading!
As the movie theater began to filter out its crowds for the night, a certain couple stepped out of building hand in hand, laughing and joking about the film they had just seen. The young girl's troubles from earlier were seemingly forgotten for the time being.
"Mamoru, that movie was completely ridiculous!" Kagome insisted, still wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.
He grinned at her response. "That was the whole point. It's so silly you just have to laugh at it."
Their care-free mood took a slightly more serious turn upon approaching his motorcycle. Mamoru turned to face Kagome and gently took her into his arms. She gave him a questioning look as the blush began to appear on her cheeks, but said nothing.
"Kagome… I want you to know that if anything is bothering you, you can always talk to me about it," he said softly, searching her eyes for a reaction.
Kagome bit down on her bottom lip, touched by his sweet, caring attitude but ultimately reminded of her sorrows from just a few hours before.
"Thank you, Mamoru. It means a great deal to me to hear you say that… but really, nothing's wrong. I've had a great time tonight," she said, trying to mean every word around the lie.
He smiled softly at her and gently raised her face towards his. "I saw that from the moment you stepped outside of your house that something was troubling you, but didn't want to push. Just know that I'm here for you and I would hate to see you so sad again."
Kagome watched him in wonder, her heart swelling with a feeling she could not place. It was a somewhat familiar feeling, but nothing that she wanted to name right away. It would be too much, too soon.
"I want you to know that I would tell you, but… it's something I need to deal with on my own. I just have this tendency of running away from my demons," she replied.
Ain't that the truth, she thought sadly.
Although she thought for a moment that from the look in his eye, he would kiss her… he instead smiled, handed her the helmet and helped her onto his motorcycle before driving away towards the direction of the shrine.
As Inuyasha pulled himself up from the well, he immediately began to use his senses to search for any sign of Kagome. Although her scent lingered in the air, he could tell that she had yet to return.
He hesitated at the door of the well house. Should he be doing this after all? Was this a bad idea? What if Kagome never wanted to see him again?
The troubling questions floated about in his mind before determination set in. he had come here for a reason, and WOULD talk to Kagome, no matter what the consequences would be.
Not wanting to startle her upon her return, Inuyasha chose to sit among the branches of the God Tree and wait until she was finally up in her room before approaching her. He settled in among the branches and quietly watched the shrine steps.
Please Kagome… please forgive me.
Kagome was able to get off the motorcycle with much more ease the 2nd time around. As she handed her helmet to Mamoru, he set it aside and turned off his bike.
"Mind if I walk you up?"
Kagome smiled at him. "Not at all. Don't say that I didn't warn you about all the steps, though."
Mamoru chuckled as he eased himself off the bike. He took her hand in his and they began the climb up the shrine steps in comfortable silence.
Inuyasha had been nodding off when the distinct scent of Kagome filtered into the air. With a snort, he sat up and watched the top of the shrine steps with mixed eagerness and trepidation.
That was when a new, unfamiliar scent hit his nose, almost mixing with that of Kagome's.
It was a clean yet masculine scent… and his eyes narrowed as the realization hit him.
It was him… the human male that Kagome had left him for.
Kagome found that they had reached the top of steps all too quickly for her liking.
She turned to him and smiled in a shy manner. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Mamoru. It was just the thing I needed," she said, only berating herself seconds later for how cheesy that must have sounded.
Mamoru only returned her smile and reached out to brush stray strands of hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek. What was it about this girl that he was so drawn to? Her hidden heartache and sadness matched his, but he could sense something more.
Perhaps there is no such thing as destiny after all, he thought sadly before turning his attention back to Kagome.
"I'm glad you had a good time. When can I see you again?" he asked softly.
Kagome could once again feel the blush rise to her face as she realized that he was moving in a bit closer and his hand was still resting on her cheek.
"Oh, umm… think you can still give me rides to school?" she joked weakly, wondering if her knees were going to give out from just being so close to him.
Mamoru only laughed softly and the next thing she knew, his lips were pressed gently against hers.
Kagome was at first, startled and frozen. But she felt her eyes close and her arms move to wrap around his shoulders as a warm, comforting feeling washed over her.
How could something that should be wrong feel so right, she wondered to herself before letting herself being swept away by the emotions being evoked by his touch.
The bright, golden eyes that glittered in the darkness, watching their every move, went unnoticed.
Kagome felt herself standing in the same spot long after Mamoru had said good-bye and left, feeling both happy and terribly confused. Her train of thought was broken after hearing a rustle from the God Tree.
It was then, and only then, did she suddenly sense his presence close by. She had first thought she was only imaging it. After all, why would he return to so soon after a fight?
Kagome was hit with another horrible realization: he HAD come to apologize.
She turned towards the Tree, watching for anymore movement. Had he seen her with Mamoru? What if he had? What would he say? What was he thinking?
"Inuyasha?" she heard herself call out, her voice cracking slightly with emotion.
She received no reply. Slowly, she walked towards the God Tree and peered up into the branches, hoping to catch a glimpse of a red or a flash of gold. She was only greeted with darkness.
Kagome could feel the tears already welling up in her eyes when she saw a bright burst of light coming from the well house. The same burst of light that was seen whenever the well was used to cross times.
She ran towards it, calling out to him but was too late. He was already gone.
It was then that she knew he had seen her kiss another man and instead of yelling at her or threatening to slice Mamoru open with his claws, he had walked away.
Kagome gripped the edge of the well, her tears splashing down on the old, worn wood. She was completely determined to jump in and follow him, but was caught aback by her weariness… and her sadness.
What could I possibly say to him now? Is… is it really over, she thought as she backed away from the well, her tears still flowing freely by the time she has reached her bedroom.
Inuyasha stood in an almost fighting stance in front of the well in the Feudal Era, taking slow, heavy breaths.
He had seen Kagome… his Kagome… be kissed by another man. To his complete dismay, he also watched her fully return it.
This is all my fault. None of this would have happened if it hadn't been for my stupidity, he thought, his ears drooping sadly.
He had made his escape as quickly and quietly as possible, but not before hearing Kagome's voice call out his name. His heart wrenched when he heard her speak, but said nothing in return. There was nothing he could say.
Inuyasha had the edge of the well in a fierce grip, his claws digging into wood as he contemplated going back and begging for her forgiveness.
He slowly removed his hands and turned his back to the well as he walked back to the village.
Can things really be over between us, he thought. He let the question linger, knowing he would get no answer.
Ooookay. Yes, that was my oh-so very sad attempt to continue this story. More angst than I had intended, but oh well. Let me know what you guys think. Reviews will keep me writing (and hopefully finishing) this till September (when I return to the hellish place known as college). Thanks so much!