Summary: 'Whatever happens, Kagome, we'll go on forever. I mean it, I swear.' Funny how things change. Inu/Kag

The Little Stories We Tell

Chapter 1

The car ride home is always the shakiest. I always sit there in silence, with my arms folded across my chest, watching my best friend flip her hair in the air, laughing lightly at whatever he says. The man who's driving used to be my best friend. Now that I'm looking at him, I can see the disgusting change in him and how four years of total popularity completely wasted his ego. He used to be a nice person. Used to be. A very long time ago.

People always wonder why I catch a ride with him everyday after school, knowing our past and all but anybody close to me knows, I only ride with him because my best friend Kikyou wants me there for moral support. I don't know why I always agree with Kikyou to catch a ride with Inuyasha with her, maybe because I'm her best friend and I could never say no to her.

Kikyou isn't somebody anybody could easily say no to. Maybe that's why I'm in the car right now, I always tell myself that but I know that inside, there's probably a different reason lingering inside.

But sometimes I wish that Kikyou would ask somebody besides me to come with her. Her being slightly unaware of mine and Inuyasha's together, she is always more incline to ask me before let's say, Sango or Ayame. If only she knew what a bastard he is and what happened between use. But I won't be the one to tell, I won't be the one to break her heart.

"So, Kag—"

"Don't call me that, I hate that name." I cut in.

He used to call me that four years ago before he realized that people worshipped him. The little hanyou boy that nobody paid attention to a year ago was suddenly on the lips of everybody in the high school.

Sometimes I wished that he was the short, gawky, squeaky voice hanyou boy that he used to be. Over a course of three months, he became handsome, irresistible and reckless, he even found somebody as reckless as him, Miroku.

For a few months of our freshman year, Inuyasha tried to play it off like everything was still the same. That he was still that hanyou he used to be, before high school, and then, he started avoiding me, making up excuses for why he couldn't hang out with me. I got the hint real quick and cut him off immediately.

It was—friendly at first, a friendly goodbye I call it, and then it just got—difficult, he stopped waving, I stopped saying hi. We started avoiding each other's eyes and trying to see each other as little as possible. It worked for a while. Until Inuyasha showed interest in Kikyou, I honestly don't know what she sees him or he sees in her. He isn't the boy I used to know and him not being that makes me afraid to even know him again. And Kikyou—well I won't say anything degrading because she is my best friend.

"Kagome." Inuyasha rolls his eyes, "How's senior year treating you?"

I take a second to answer before taking a glance at Kikyou, who is talking away on her cell phone. Great. "Fine. You?"

"Interesting." He raises his eyebrow, "Very interesting."

Whatever. I guess I could be considered as bitter. To be honest, I think I am. I cannot look at him and not think of hurling some furniture at him, he broke his promise. I can never forgive him for that. Something my mother taught me was forgiveness but when it comes to promises, hold out like a mule until somebody takes you out. Either somebody is going to take me out, or I'm going to continue to be stubborn. Whatever the outcome is, I can tell you, I don't like to be lied to.

"What's interesting?" Kikyou pipes in, shutting her cell phone.

"Nothing." I glare at Inuyasha as the car pulls up to Miroku's house, "Absolutely nothing."

I jump out of the car, stalking towards Miroku, who is sitting on the truck of his car. I hate leaving places angry but after all Inuyasha and I been through, he would at least acknowledge that he has known me once. I know that it's a little dent on his image, knowing the all around good girl virgin of the school and once befriending her, but still—it was—frustrating.

"Kagome! The woman I want to see!" Miroku calls making me smile, "You're the most beautiful woman here and Kouga would have to agree. Right?"

Kouga have this weird infatuation with me. Every since I turned sixteen, Kouga has been following me around like a lost puppy without its bone. Of course, I'm flattered but I think it's weird that somebody like him, up with Inuyasha and Miroku, would think I'm pretty and be so flamboyant about it.

Inuyasha strolls up the driveway, with his hands in his pocket, while Kikyou trots behind him. I don't think that Inuyasha was the one to show interest first, honestly, I don't know what the real story is, simply because I was in Greece at the time and I never spend the summers in Tokyo. Kikyou swears up and down that Inuyasha was the one to make the first move but from what I can see now, I think she's lying.

"Where's Kouga?" Inuyasha interrupts.

"Kagome and I will get him." Miroku winks at me, "Right?"

"Right." I let Miroku loop his arm around mine as we walk towards the house.

"Don't do anything stupid." Inuyasha yells as Miroku turns around.

"Right like that's possible."

Something about Miroku, I really like him. He's a great guy, despite the fact that he was a major pervert. That was before Sango. Sango is his girlfriend and as I mentioned before my best friend, mine and Kikyou's best friend. There was a time where I wouldn't trust Miroku's hand to be near my backside but now I know it's safe.

I can see why Sango loves him so much. Miroku have this light around him and whenever he talks, he usually somehow someway incorporates 'right' right into the sentence like 'right' somehow belongs there. He's nothing like his best friend, Inuyasha, none of them are. He is something special. I can feel it and that's what I love about him.

Miroku escorts me into the house and for some reason I can feel he's itching to tell me something. Every time we turn the corner, he glances over his shoulder and once he feels the coast is clear, he ruffles his hair and sighs.

"Okay?"

"I'm fine. Umm… Kagome—" Miroku glances over his shoulder again, "Umm—you know Inuyasha, right?"

Why is he asking me this?

"I really don't know how to say this but he's going through a rough time."

"Why are you telling me this?" I ask.

"I don't know. I mean, you knew him longer than both Kouga and I have and I just feel that you could help him through his rough time."

"What happen?"

Miroku shrugs, trying to play it off like whatever he was talking about isn't such a big deal, "I don't feel like it's my place but stop by at Inuyasha's house one day and just pay him a visit. He'll like that."

"Whatever."

It only took us a second to find Kouga, who is sprawled across Miroku's sofa, flipping through the channels. Kouga is always the one to look amazing even wearing a stupid brown headband with his hair in a high pony. Even though I don't have the feelings that I want to bear for Kouga, even I can appreciate his good looks.

"Kaggers!" Kouga smiles, standing up immediately, "You look dashing."

"Oh spare the heroic talk to someone who cares."

We all look up, staring at Inuyasha who now have his black hoodie pulled over his head. I look behind him, looking for any sign of Kikyou before flopping down to the couch.

"Where's Kikyou?" I ask.

"She walked home. Family dinner or something." Inuyasha shrugs, joining me on the couch, "Whatever."

That is Kikyou's way of flirting. Most of the time it worked, with the guy at her house three hours later, begging for her to become their girlfriend. From experience, I know Inuyasha wouldn't be the one. I had too many friends trying to pull something like Kikyou have to make Inuyasha come to them. It usually fails.

Inuyasha never had a girlfriend. Everybody knows that and he is just as big as a virgin as I am. Except, not everybody knows that, I don't even know how I know that. Everybody just assumes that he lost his virginity to some older girl and never gotten over it. I assumed that once until I knew the truth.

"Maybe you should run after her." Kouga jokes, elbowing Inuyasha in the ribs, "You know she likes that."

"Hey!"

"Come on, Kagome, everybody knows Kikyou is the biggest slut in the school." Inuyasha replies, snatching the remote from Kouga, "And everybody knows the games she plays to get guys to do what she wants."

"She's not like that." I insist as I look at Miroku, "Tell them that she's not like that."

"Kagome—"

"How can you say that? I thought you were interested in her?"

"That's the other way around, honey." Inuyasha says.

"You bastard!" I hiss before turning around and walking out of the door.

Losing my temper isn't something I do often, probably hardly ever. But the rage I'm feeling, it's something else. Maybe because I know how Kikyou is going to feel when she hears what Inuyasha and friends has been saying about her. It just hits close to home because there was many times in my ninth grade career I wondered what lies Inuyasha was spewing about me.

I sigh, glancing around the empty street. I didn't even live anywhere close to Miroku but I'm not going to grovel and ask for a ride home. Not after what they said about Kikyou. I am a true friend and despite what may be true or not, I am going to stand behind my friend because that's what friends do. That's how friendship is supposed to be trust and loyalty.

"Kaggers!" I turn around, greeting the face of Inuyasha, rushing through the door.

"I hate that name, also." I reply.

"Shut up and get in my car."

"No! You shut up and get out of my face."

Childish, I know but I never said I am being mature about the whole thing.

"Stop being stubborn. How the hell are you going to get home? You're certainly not going to walk."

"Watch me!" I reply as I turn on my heel and begin walking."

"Fine. Then I'm walking too. Right beside you. And you better believe it; I'm not going to stop walking you home because you tell me so."

"Fine, I'll get in your damn car."

With Inuyasha losing battles were sometimes inevitable. That's what I used to like about him, he was always one step ahead and from what I can see now, still is. Some things will never change.

I jump into the passenger side of Inuyasha's black Mercedes convertible as it peeled off Miroku's driveway. I know that thing is his pride and joy. Especially after I saw him jump on Miroku the day his parents issued the car. I quickly glance out of the window, trying to avoid all forms of talking. I may have accepted his invitit—command to get in his damn car but I'll be damned if I have to talk to him.

"You're awfully quiet. A penny for your thoughts." I wince, "Sorry. I didn't mean… how's life treating you, Kagome Higurashi?"

"Dandy." I reply sarcastically, Inuyasha chuckles, "Pretty damn dandy."

"Listen, I'm sorry what I said about Kikyou."

I turn to face him, "Did you mean it?"

Inuyasha hesitates before replying, "Yes. I did."

"Then don't apologize."

"Dammit, Kags, why are you being such a bitch to me?"

"I don't know, Inuyasha, I really don't know!"

"If this is about ninth grade, I was a jerk. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cut you completely—"

"Well you did, congratulations!"

Inuyasha abruptly sighs, "Funny how things change."

The car halts before my shrine before I quickly push out the door, "Yeah, funny."

He gives me a glance before he drives off quickly. I hate arguments, I've always have but this one, this one too was inevitable. I climb up the steps of my shrine, slowly feeling the exhaustion I felt, before I went to Miroku's, come me. I step inside the shrine, watching my mom's curious eyes upon me.

"Had fun?"

"Yeah, loads."

I know she saw Inuyasha's Mercedes but I didn't want to discuss it. I don't want to relive the past. Not now. Not now when it hurts so much. For not the first time ever, I went to sleep with the weight of the world upon my shoulders.

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