Stay

By: Patche

Disclaimer: Umm I do not own/am not in any way affiliated with… Inuyasha, the song "Stay" or any songs I think fit the story perfectly.

In the Clouds
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I sighed laying my head back into the grass. I could feel the wind blowing over the skin left uncovered. This was bliss. This hill that sat two feet away from my bedroom window… this hill was my escape from the rest of the world.

Often times, I'd bring a book to sit and read until 7:32 PM. At 7:32, the sun began to set. The lovely orange and pinks would dart across the sky painting a picture like I'd only seen the artists create. But this, this was nature's artwork and it didn't cost anywhere near the price of an art gallery.

Today, however, I didn't bring a book and it was nowhere near 7:32. I hadn't even been inside my house since school let out. I slowly glanced over at the car keys in my loose fist beside my head and began to recap the day.

It wasn't a bad day, but it really wasn't good either. Today I was dumped by my boyfriend of a year. I'm shocked to say that I'm not upset… I haven't even shed a tear, but something just doesn't feel right. Regardless of how calmly I acted as the blow was delivered, I still can't seem to feel like smashing things against my wall and crying until I fall over.

Did I love him? Of course. After being with some one so long… love is almost forced into the relationship. I didn't love him when I first saw him… or spoke to him. It took me a while, which could be why I'm not as upset as most girls would be.

Of course, I'm nothing quite like said "most girls". In fact, I have no idea how I landed said boyfriend.

I'm not talkative. I always sit in the back of the classroom and most of the time I don't speak to anyone but the teacher. I spend time focusing on school, not the losers who I'm dying to run away from. At lunch, there's a moderately cozy ledge outside the cafeteria I sit on drinking my coffee and reading.

I can still hear what the kids walking by say although it's in a whisper. 'What a weird girl. Why doesn't she have any friends?'

I think this is how I came to meet Taro, my ex boyfriend. I was sitting there one day, minding my own business when I saw him walk up with, I'm assuming, his girlfriend of the time. I heard her say, in a non-whisper voice, "What a loser, sitting here all by herself! Taro… isn't she so weird?"

It wasn't anything unusual. I'd probably heard it a billion times in the four years of attending high school. However, something unusual did follow her insult.

Taro walked up, sat beside me and said, "You seem to be mistaken Yuri, I am her friend."

I swear it was the strangest moment in my life. He later spoke to me and we had quite the interesting conversation for the remainder of lunch.

I sighed and rolled over onto my side still staring at the silver my keys shone in the sunlight. That was a year ago now.

To say I don't miss him is a lie… and to say I'm heartbroken is an understatement. I guess the weird girl just has a weird way of showing her sadder sides.

I closed my eyes and tried my best to think about the better times… not the sad ones.

However, a shadow standing above me distracted my train of thought. Opening my eyes, I spotted a familiar face… not the best face but a familiar one. It was Taro's best friend, Inuyasha.

Inuyasha was a rude, equally strange as I, half demon. Not the only half demon at our school, but certainly the most well known. He was a rich, spoiled brat. And ever since Taro had introduced us, he had never been too kind to me. Although we could have conversations, I always felt like he was pushing me away…

I always just thought it was because I had stolen his best friend.

"Taro asked me to give you this." He grumbled throwing a big black hoodie I recall purchasing for him on me.

I shook my head and tried to sit up before the boy walked away. "Inuyasha!" I called out to him just as he reached my driveway.

He turned his face to me staring at me with his amber eyes.

"Yeah?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

"This was a gift… I got it for him for our anniversary…" I held up the hoodie for emphasis.

Inuyasha just shrugged. "I'm the messenger…" He called out, continuing on his route to his car.

"Wait!" I called out again. He growled and slumped his shoulders before turning around again.

"What do you want, Kagome?!"

I sighed and looked at him pathetically. "I just got dumped… can't you stay for like five minutes?"

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and marched back up to my hill.

"I thought you really weren't that affected by the break up. He said you didn't even cry." Inuyasha said sitting down.

"Just because I don't cry doesn't mean I'm not sad." I said softly. I brought my knees up under my chin and sighed watching the sun begin its dissent down my hill.

After a few moment of silence, Inuyasha spoke up. "So… are you okay, now?" He asked looking at me to see if he could leave.

I just sighed and shook my head. "Isn't it beautiful?" I asked trying to avoid his question. I could feel his eyes burning into my cheek before I finally turned to look at him.

"The sun?" He asked dumbfounded.

"No!" I shrieked. "The whole… mysticality of it all…" I said smiling.

"Mysticality?" Inuyasha repeated. I nodded smiling. "There's a new one…" He muttered under his breath.

"What?" I asked cocking my head to the side.

"You know… you're really weird. I just rolled my eyes.

"You can go now… I'm fine as I'll ever be with your condolences." I muttered. Inuyasha smiled.

"Thank you!" He shouted running off to his car like a slave being freed.

"I didn't force you to stay! If it was so horrible, then why did you?" I shouted back to him as he reached his car.

"Because I'll need something from you sooner or later… now you owe me." He shouted back. I just smiled and shook my head as his car drove. However, looking beside me I noticed the hoodie was gone.

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A/N: So, hey guys. Sorry it has taken me so much time to write a new story. I've gone through many phases since school started and one of them was an "I don't really like Inuyasha or writing anymore" phase. Well, anywho I found that my last story bore a disturbing resemblance to "Stain" so I wasn't all excited about finishing it. This one, however, is my own and I don't believe I've written something similar to it so far.

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