InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Miscommunications ❯ Gym Stories ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7

 

Inu Yasha growled in displeasure. The last time someone pointed a gun to his head, he had lost his jacket for three weeks. Like hell was that going to happen again! With movements so fast only one with demon blood could fathom, Inu Yasha swatted the flea on his neck. Myoga screamed as he fell deflated to the ground.

“Even with a gun to your head, you show no respect, Inu Yasha-sama!” Myoga complained as he dusted himself off the floor.

“Keh!”

“Now, care to explain what you're doing here?”

“None of your business.”

“If it involves Ms. Higurashi, I'm afraid it does. She is a witness to an ongoing investigation.” Myoga explained in his most official voice.

“You're still pissed Sango interviewed her without you.” Inu Yasha observed.

“She had no right!” Myoga angrily retorted as he hopped around. “This is my case!”

“Keh, do you have anything for me?”

“Besides the fact that there was a break-in at the office last night, no.”

“My brother pissed?”

“Slightly, they seemed more interested in robbing Naraku, though we don't know of what.” Myoga seamed more calm as he hoped his way to the hanyou's shoulder. Inu Yasha ignored him as the flea sucked some blood and grew a few inches.

“You wouldn't know what she's doing here on a Saturday.” He asked as he made himself comfortable on his bike.

“Dropping off some articles, staff meeting, picking up some notes, looking for someone's information…there are many possibilities, Inu Yasha-sama.” Both man sat in silence for another few minutes until they were surprise to see Kagome leave the building with an empty tote bag. This time she opted to walk north for a few blocks, making it harder to follow her on his bike, but Inu Yasha managed to use traffic to his benefit.

“Hurry up and find parking!” The flea ordered.

“Why? Where did she go in?”

“The library.”

“Why the hell is she doing there?” The hanyou cursed as he beat a BMW to a prime parking spot. Nothing but the best for his baby.

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Kagome smiled brightly as she flashed her Morning Scoop Daily ID. “I'm Kagome Higurashi. Kaede has arranged to have some books ready for me.” The young librarian nodded and pointed to a back table. Kagome nodded as she made her way there. This wasn't how she liked to spend her Saturdays, but, duty called. Kouga had told them that Naraku was after the Shikon no Tama, and that wasn't good.

It wasn't a surprising revelation, but a dangerous one none the less. For as long as she could remember, the fear of him finding the jewel weighed heavily over her family. They were supposed to be the protectors of the jewel, and they had been for centuries. Unfortunately, five hundred years ago, an incident with a shift-changing youkai forced the bearer of the Tama to hide it. They had been unable to destroy the jewel. It could only have been purified. According to her grandfather, the miko had found a way to hide the jewel and purify it at the same time, though the price had been her life.

Kagome sighed as she began to flip through the old books, which were mainly out of print. Naraku must have a new lead that somehow involved Kouga…the poor guy. He didn't deserve that kind of treatment. Hopefully, they had gotten him to Hong Kong in time. She was sure that Ayame would help him heal the emotional scars left behind. Taking out a notepad, Kagome began the tedious task of researching.

She knew the legend of the Shikon by heart. Her mother had been named after the mysterious priestess that had sealed the great youkai in her heart. What she was looking for were other legends, other mystical objects that could be related to the Shikon. She was looking for a purifying object where the Shikon could be hidden in. She was also looking for something mobile. There were two places where something could be successfully hidden. The first was where the seeker has already looked; the second was a place that never stayed still. Kagome figured the priestess wouldn't use the former, since she couldn't guess where everyone would look first. The latter held promise. If every time you come close to finding it, it's move to a new place, the probabilities of you finding it dwindle. It seemed like a good idea, except that Japan was filled with relics and myths. This would take months to sort through.

Kaede had helped her narrow her search to objects that were only available during the time of priestess Kikyo. Kagome sighed. That was a sad story. She had been tricked into killing her hanyou lover by the evil being that wanted to steal the jewel. She died of a broken heart, but not before she made sure no one would ever get his or her hands on the jewel. Kagome pulled out her glasses and began to skim through the books. Why couldn't these be computerized? Then, she could just do searches instead of actually having to read them.

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“What the hell is she doing?” Inu Yasha complained as he looked down at the young reporter.

“Well, it looks like she's reading. Those paper things in front of her are called books.”

Inu Yasha squashed the flea for his insolence.

“Since when do reporters use books? Isn't everything computerized now?” Inu Yasha remained in the shadows as Kagome wrote something on her pad. He was on the second floor of the Mid Tokyo Library, the largest library of the city. Though it had originally been designed as a theater, half-way into its construction, the developer declared bankruptcy. The city took over the half constructed building and added several more floors. The second floor had originally been designed as balcony seating, giving Inu Yasha a bird's eye view of the young girl he was following. It also gave the red-carpeted building a touch of elegance.

The girl leaned back and stretched, and he was able to see her notepad. Though he wasn't able to read what she had been writing, he was able to make out a doodle she had made on the left hand corner. It was of an annoyed looking boy with dog ears. He growled. She was making fun of him. She stretched further back, using her foot to anchor her to the table. Inu Yasha moved back before she could see him looking down on her.

“It looks like the young lady has taken a liking to you.” The flea mused as he observed the drawing. “She's quite talented. It definitely looks like you on a good day.” Myoga never saw the fist that flattened him, but he was used to Inu Yasha's temperament. He had been that way as a child as well. What could one do when dealing with a temperamental inu hanyou? Build a strong tolerance for pain.

“She's on the move again.” Inu Yasha growled, happy he didn't have to spend more time among the dusty books. They were irritating his nose.

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Kagome had stopped at the front desk to take out a few books. She had seemed a bit sad when the librarian had mentioned that her father had been the last person to check those books out. The old woman, who seemed to know Kagome on a personal level, smiled and said,

“He's still with you.”

Kagome looked better by the time se had exited the library, and Inu Yasha was glad they were leaving. Spending four hours in there was too much. She didn't hesitate to stop a cab, and he had to hurry to keep up with her. She didn't go too far, but he was now stuck outside again. Kagome had gone to All-Star's Gym, an exclusive gym for Japan's other society. It was tailored for the television crowd that needed to maintain ten pounds below their healthy weight to look normal on camera.

“You can't continue to follow her around like this?” A soft voice commented from behind.

“Why not?” He retorted.

“Because, you have a bar to run.”

“Keh.”

“And, if something happens inside, you won't be able to do anything from the outside.”

“What do you recommend, Sango? I join an eight thousand dollar gym? I got better things to do with my money.” Sango smiled and pulled out a pair of guest passes Kagome had given her.

“No, but a workout couldn't hurt.”

“I don't have my sweats.” He complained.

“I was thinking more of spandex tights.” She teased. He growled lightly.

“In that case, I'll leave you two. I need to get back to my other investigation.” Myoga spoke up.

“Any word on who ordered the Thunder Brothers?” Sango inquired.

“I have a meeting with my informant in an hour.” She nodded as the flea left. She turned to Inu Yasha and asked,

“Shall we?”

“I'm not wearing spandex!” He warned.

“We'll see.” She smiled as she led him into the building.

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Kagome had been running on the treadmill for half an hour when she felt someone's eyes on her. She turned towards the glass doors of the reception and she saw a pair of golden eyes looking at her. She was surprised he had gotten that far without security intervening.

“Ms. Higurashi.” Kagome blushed surprised she hadn't noticed the young attendant walking over to her. She pulled off her earphones, regretting the gyms usual choice of music. The brown-eyed girl continued to speak. “There are a couple of people here saying they are your guests.” Kagome nodded. So, security had intervened. She slowly stopped the treadmill before following the girl to the front.

“What do I owe this surprise?” She asked Inu Yasha with a smile.

“We thought we try out your gym.” Sango spoke up from the registration desk. Kagome's smile widen as she saw the other girl there.

“I'm glad you did.” Kagome walked up to her and signed them in, not missing the strange looks the staff was giving Inu Yasha. She turned to him and noticed that he was wearing his favorite leather jeans, combat boots, a red t-shirt and his “Hell Raiser jacket.” The girl almost sighed. That jacket was more comfortable than the sweater her grandmother had knitted for her. He did stand out with his golden eyes and dog ears, but by hell, he looked so cute with that I'm-too-good-for-the-world frown on his face.

“Come on, I was about to move into the aerobics room. We'll stop at the lockers so you can change.

“Keh!” Inu Yasha grumbled as he followed them in. They stopped by the men's locker room and Kagome gave Inu Yasha a piece of paper.

“It's Miroku's locker. He should have a spare set of work out clothes…though they may be his spandex shorts.” She warned. Inu Yasha went paled as Sango chuckled. “Meet us in Aerobics Room 102.” She informed as she led Sango away.

“How did you know he didn't come prepared?” Sango inquired as they headed over to their locker room.

“You were the only one with a gym bag.”

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Inu Yasha cursed. They may not have been spandex shorts, but they were tight. Miroku's frame was about a size smaller than Inu Yasha, and the man didn't like to hide his assets. So, when Inu Yasha put on the pair of tight sweats, he couldn't help but notice half the population of the gym looking at his derrière. He suddenly regretted ever checking a girl out. Was this what women went through in clubs? No wonder half of them acted like bitches. He growled. This wasn't his idea of fun.

The girls were stretching when he entered the room and he immediately noticed a second problem with the pants. They would do nothing to help his boy out. Inu Yasha cursed himself as he admired Kagome's buttocks as she bent over to stretch out her legs. He was no better than those perverts he had just past. He grumbled as he walked over to Sango. Kagome looked up and blush. She hadn't expected the pants to be so flattering on him.

“It's not that bad.” Sango tried to sooth as she saw the grumbling hanyou.

“I can see if I can find you the spandex pants instead.” Kagome offered, but the glare he gave her told her he didn't appreciate her joke. Besides, if Inu Yasha looked that good in tight sweats, how would he look in something tighter? Better not, she might turn into a groper, just like her brother.

“Well, Kagome said it would be a private class, so there won't be anymore people here.”

“Kagome, sorry I'm late…” Miroku's words were cut short when he saw his current love interest dressed in a spandex top and knee length tights. Nothing was left to the imagination. “My dear Sango, may I say that you are a perfect example of the female figure?” Sango had been caught of-guard. She never expected to actually see the perverted monk in spandex, much less an entire exercise suit that promoted his manhood. She had to admit the man was well built. There couldn't be more than ten percent fat on his body, though she would have preferred not to have a clue to his size.

The monk took a second to identify the grumbling hanyou wearing his jogging pants. Did he want to know? “Well, it looks like we will have a big class today. Ready to workout ladies?” Miroku asked enthusiastically before being caught in a headlock by the unimpressed hanyou. “Forgive me, Inu Yasha, but I didn't think you wanted to do aerobics.”

“Inu Yasha, please put my brother down.” He growled. “If you kill him, not only will I be out of a brother, but also a trainer.” He looked at her in confusion.

“What? Can't I have a part-time job?” Miroku complained as Inu Yasha released him.

“So, you are a cab driver by day, and an aerobics instructor by night?” Sango questioned.

“Not exactly.” The young monk regained his composure. “I only train my sister.”

“He got certified in the States. It was another one of his schemes to meet women.” Kagome clarify. That explained everything. “He's really good, though.” Sango snorted in response.

“How about five minutes on the mat to prove it to you?” He asked innocently.

“Pervert!” Sango screamed as she slapped him.

“There was nothing sexual about that. The mat is the designated training area.” Kagome explained.

“Then, why was his hand on my ass?” Sango asked annoyed.

“Forgive me my dear Sango, but your feminine beauty compelled my weakness.”

“It'll compel me to weaken something else, if you keep this up.” She warned.

“May I suggest you take him up on his offer?” Sango looked at Kagome as if she had lost it. “The way the training is set up you get to beat him up. It's basically a combination of kickboxing and some self-defense moves.” Sango's eye's brightened as she grabbed the monk and led him away. She knew Kagome wasn't crazy.

“You sure are in a hurry to have her hurt him.” Inu Yasha commented as he walked over to Kagome. She proceeded to lean back and stretch, causing her pink shirt to ride up and reveal her perfect ivory navel. Her well define hips were well accentuated by her low riding pants, and the top made the curves of her breast seem more dramatic. Inu Yasha was suddenly having trouble containing his equipment.

“You've never seen my brother fight.” Kagome corrected as she straightened herself. They walked over to the mat where Miroku and Sango had set up. The security head was in a traditional martial arts pose, while aerobics instructor sat meditating.

“Just attack when you're ready.” Kagome explained. Sango rolled her eyes. This guy was way too cocky. She ran up to him, ready to kick him down, but he blocked that blow, and the following fist she tried to plant on his face. She stepped back and observed him as he meditated. She took a few steps back and ran towards him, jump in a flip to clear him, and, before she could land gracefully, he swept his leg around to knock her to the ground.

“I win.” He smiled as he stood up and offered her a helping hand. She looked at him in amazement. That had been one of her best moves. How had he predicted it?

“Keh.”

“Do you think you could do better?” Kagome countered Inu Yasha's annoyed reply.

“In my sleep.”

“Then prove it.” She challenged, knowing he would be unable to resist. He nodded and walked over to the mat. Both he and Miroku bowed slightly before the two took fighting stances. Miroku wasn't going to risk anything with the hanyou, besides, this would be perfect for the conversation he wanted to have with him. Inu Yasha threw the first punch, which Miroku easily blocked with a surprisingly strong hand.

“How do you like my pants Inu Yasha? Comfy?” The hanyou growled before grabbing the monks hand and flipping him over his head. Miroku landed hard on his back.

“Do you have a death wish?” Miroku took hold of the hand Inu Yasha was using to pin him down and flipped the hanyou to the ground. Inu Yasha snarled as the monk's holly beads pressed into his arm.

“No, but I do need to ask you a serious question. What are your intentions with my sister?” Miroku had gotten Inu Yasha in a headlock as he spoke. The hanyou pushed him backwards until he fell on top of the aerobics instructor.

“What are you rambling about?”

Miroku pushed the other man off him before regaining his footing. As soon as they were both standing, Miroku threw a complex combination of punches. “Do you think I'm stupid? You seek her out; have her wear your jacket so that her scent is on you and vise versa. You buy her dinner and insist that she eats something filling, showing her that you're a good provider. If this isn't a fine example of youkai courting, I don't know what is?”

“Keh, you've seen too many movies!” Inu Yasha warned as he blocked all of Miroku's punches. The guy was surprisingly fast. “I'm not interested in the bitch that way!”

“Bitch?” Miroku asked surprise as Inu Yasha began throwing the punches. “Isn't that what dog demon's call their mates?”

“And any woman we know!” Inu Yasha countered landing a punch in the man's stomach. Miroku quickly recovered kicking Inu Yasha off his feet.

“Look,” Miroku began as soon as Inu Yasha was on his feet again, “I would be a hypocrite if I expected my sister to lead the life of a sequestered nun, but she is still my sister.”

“What are you getting at?” The two began to exchange blows once again.

“I'm ok with the idea of you dating her, but, and this is a big but, if you make her cry once, I will find you and use all my life force to purify you.”

“Keh!”

“Excuse me?” A small voice interrupted them. They turned and saw a group of bottled blondes led by Kagome's co-star.

“Eri, where did Kagome go?” Miroku inquired.

“She went to get ice cream with her friend. Are you two like done? We have this room next.” Miroku was about to reply with a perverted come on line, but stopped himself. It was better spent on someone else…someone currently eating ice cream with his sister.

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Sesshomaru had waited all day for this moment. It was close to closing time, and Kagura would be forced to bring him the day's paper's to sign. He had already scared her secretary away four times in the morning alone. He knew she wouldn't be able to avoid him. They needed to talk. There was the unresolved issue of the elevator that needed to be cleared up.

She didn't bother to knock as she marched up to his office. That was part of her charm. He smirked at her annoyed frown as he took the papers from her. He signed them without question. She grabbed them, ready to make her exit, but he stopped her. “Kagura…about what happened in the elevator.”

“Nothing happened in the elevator.” She protested. As she made a move to walk, he pulled her forward until their lips were touching. The kiss was passionate and demanding, and she couldn't stop herself from melting into him.

“I beg to differ, he growled as the desk mysteriously disappeared and they were suddenly in the elevator again. The lights were out again and he was leaning over her, calling her name. “Only me Kagura.”

She awoke with a jolt. She had avoided the youkai lord all day in the office only to have him invade her dreams. Her room was quiet and dark, just like she liked it. “You're not allowed.” A quiet, but stern voice spoke. She turned to see a pair of lavender eyes looking angrily at her.

“Akago?” That explained the dream. The little brat was spying on her.

“You're not supposed to!” His face turned to one of displeasure. “Naraku said you were mine! He said I could keep you! I'm the only one you're supposed to care about!”

“Akago…you're my brother.” Kagura spoke with guarded words.

“Only me!” Kagura looked at the young youkai in surprise. He pushed her back and crawled into bed with her. Kagura looked at the little brat in confusion as he cuddled next to her, like he had done the days after he had first been born. “Now, sing me a lullaby!” He demanded in his cold tone.

The problem with having detachments instead of natural children is that they don't have a mother. Akago was the only one detached a child, and he had been Kagura's responsibility. She pulled the blanket over him and began to hum. It was better than to cross him. He always knew how to play the orchestra of her heart.