A/N: One-shot with a twist- my favorite kind. -^__^- And
here's one that actually might NOT have been done, too.
His expression is not happy today, because no one is looking.
That is not to say he is displeased, only that he is tired of
being so bend-over-backwards nice. In small doses, it is
tolerable- but in this world, it seems he can be nothing but
polite, else be shunned or made suspect.
He likes Kagome. Oh, he likes her a LOT. But that's not what
he was trying to do when he began this courtship. He wanted to
get her and grab her and make her sorry for what she'd done. So
he put on an act and played the role of sweet and concerned
friend so he could get her, hurt her for her past life's crimes,
for the way she'd forsaken them in favor of her home.
But then he found out that it hadn't been a past life. This
girl was the same girl he had known, despite the impossibility
He should tell her the truth, he knows. She never really did
anything bad- it's not her fault she had to leave; his home was
never hers. He sees that more clearly now, with hindsight and
shame at the trick he's played this time, saying that he liked
her and bothering her so often when she was so clearly
Ironic, that he now loves her.
But really, he always did.
"Hi, Hojou-kun!" she calls from across the street, waving to him
briefly as she runs home from school.
"Hello, Higurashi-san!" he shouts after her, cursing his own
treacherous smile even as he returns the wave.
But a kitsune always smiles.
* ende *
. : i'll never tell . . . : .