“Hey, no one’s concerned here, ya’ dig? You just keep bringing the guy up so what the hell? I just figured I’d ask.” Her words were definitely contradicted by her reddened hue, that was for certain. He assumed Kagome missed this mystery person a good deal to constantly remind him that she was reminded of this other guy with only his mere presence. That, or she just happened to be one hell of a talker. “Oh, I’m the annoying one. Says the girl who keeps comparing me to some other guy. Listen, Kags, I’m sorry about your long distance relationship, but don’t forget I’m one in a million. Besides, I bet he can’t even pull off a pompadour like me.”
❝LONG DISTANCE – You know what? Just forget I ever mentioned it!❞ Huffing loudly, she crossed her arms across her chest and turned her head away, attempting to remember to breathe. ❝You’ve got some nerve, honestly…Anyway, pompadours are stupid and overrated. What are you trying to prove? That you’re some kind of delinquent? You don’t really need any help there, do you? Mr. ‘I’m the Worst Punk’!❞
“Don’t be such a hard-ass, Kags.” He responded, ignoring her demand to be called by her actual name rather than the nickname he had assigned her. It fit, didn’t it? So why not call her it? That aside, he was growing steadily curiouser by her comparisons to Yusuke and this mystery fellow she kept referring to. “Okay, okay– I get it. There’s someone like me. Well? You always this vague or are you gonna tell me who this guy is? Your boyfriend maybe?”
❝Excuse me? Didn’t you hear what I just – ❞ I’ll take that as a sound ‘no,’ then. Breathe, Kagome. Attention effectively averted upon hearing his not so subtle demand for clarification, a light flush crossed Kagome’s cheeks, and she cleared her throat before answering. ❝No, but I didn’t think you’d be that concerned about it, anyway. He’s definitely not my boyfriend, so forget about any indirect flattery! This person is someone I knew once, a long time ago. He’s kind of annoying and persistent, so I guess you two must be related, somehow.❞
Well, there went the delinquent’s pride. He had never been one to truly care much for popularity and recognition, however, for someone who seemed to be around his age and not have heard of him? That was just something he had not foreseen. Recovering from this momentary shock, his chocolate hues remained fixated on the raven haired girl. “Geez! You need to get out more then. Besides, who the hell could remind you of me. I’m one of a freakin’ kind, Kags.”
Well, he wasn’t wrong about that – ❝I’m sick a lot.❞ Technically not true, but that was the explanation that everyone else got, so she figured it would work with him, too. She blinked, momentarily taken aback, and then frowned. ❝Don’t call me that! It’s Kagome, not Kags; got it? Anyway, there’s this guy I know that’s ‘one of a kind,’ himself. Funny; you both have an equally bad attitude. I guess the similarities went deeper than I thought.❞
Well, that certainly piqued his interest. There weren’t many that would mistake Yusuke for someone else and vise versa. In fact, Yusuke had quite the reputation around these parts so the fact she did not seem to know him, or only vaguely knew him struck him as odd to say the least. “What are you going on about, lady? I’m the worst punk in all of Japan. Name’s Yusuke Urameshi. Now I bet that’s familiar”
❝’The worst punk’?❞ Who on earth introduces themselves like that…? She searched her memory to see if the name struck a chord, but came up empty. That’s odd. I could have sworn – ❝Nope, can’t say that it is~! It’s not really that you seemed familiar, anyway. You just kinda give off the same feeling as an…old friend. I guess it’s nice to meet you, anyway. I’m Kagome Higurashi.❞
A delicate twitch of the brow was the only indication of how unamused she was by the stranger’s overall attitude and tone. Inhaling sharply, she sighed out, and allowed,
❝I guess not, then… Aha – No. Well…not always. Not anymore. Something about you just…felt familiar, so I thought…It’s my mistake; sorry about that!❞
