Demons|| For Inuyasha-sit
“Hi my name is Inuyasha, we've been in the same class’s since the kindergarten grade. I live in a foster family of five. My mom died from cancer when I was seven. If people weren't so greedy and donated money for her treatment, she would be alive now. My dad was killed in a car crash when I was twelve. I was wondering if you were to go out with me.” Inuyasha huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. Kirara rolled her eyes.
“You don’t have to give her your whole damn story. All you have to do is ask her out on a date!” She snorted. “Also, if you used correct-”
“I don’t need you correcting my grammar!” The teen hissed. Kirara lifted her hands in surrender. The two teens where sitting on the roof top of their high school eating lunch; arguing more than eating.
For years Inuyasha has had a crush on this one girl in his class; he had loved her since before his parents had passed away. He has changed a lot since his father died. He had let short ebony hair grown out past his shoulders, and his once lively brown eyes were now dark and emotionless. He now lived in the same foster home as Kirara.
“Why won’t you grow a pear and ask her out!?” Kirara exasperated. Inuyasha glared at his ‘sister’.
“I’ll ask her out if you kiss Sesshomaru.” He said smugly. Kirara mentally winced.
“Fine,” She replied with a straight face. Inuyasha looked at her with wide eyes, his mouth open in shock.
“You would?” he asked incredulously. Kirara swallowed hard, but refused to show him her disgust.
“Yes, I will kiss that bastered if it means that you would ask her to be your girlfriend.” Kirara gritted out between her teeth. She had hated Sesshomaru with a burning passion and being that she would kiss him would be a surprise for anyone who knew the two’s history. Inuyasha stared at her with wide eyes, he sighed and played with the strings of his red hoodie.
“I-I can’t ask her.” he said defeated. Kirara sighed and looked down at her hands, knowing the dark turn their conversation was about to take.
“You don’t know what she would think-“
“I do! I don’t just have mental scars, Kirara.” He growled darkly, glaring at her. His brown eyes danced with a fire that ran deeper than Kirara could understand. He had suffered much, and he was broken.
“Why would Kagome want me?” he whispered to himself. There was a moment of silence that fell over the two.
After a few minutes Kirara looked over at Inuyasha, who was lost in his thoughts, “I’ll still kiss that asshole if it means that you would believe me.” Kirara reported. “I’d have to go to the doctors to check If I got rabies, but it’s the only way to get you to ask her out.” Inuyasha looked over at his friend, his eyebrow raised.
“Scars aren’t something to be ashamed of, they tell a story and I think your story is worth telling. From what I know, Kagome loves listening to stories.” She mussed. Inuyasha looked at Kirara with a black expression. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a small smile; Kirara smiled back.