InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Count the Pretty Spiders ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Count the Pretty Spiders

 

Author: Anonymous Fangirl

Summary: After the death of Kagome's grandfather, she had two options: quite school to help with the shrine, or hire a new priest who will work for room and board. But. . . what's Naraku doing there? (Naraku x Kagome)

 

Rating: Mature. Trust me, you're not ready to know why yet.

 

Kagome: Do I have to sleep with Naraku too?

 

Anonymous Fangirl: Very perceptive! But no, that's not the only reason. Sorry folks! You're just gonna have to bare with me until I feel you are all ready to know!

Naraku: You incolent whelp! You dare to defile my sacred name by lumping me with that tramp of a miko?

 

Kagome: Hey! It's not my fault she makes me sleep with almost every hero in her stories!

 

Anonymous Fangirl: Hey, it's not my fault my friend's all convinced me that you are the green skirted whore of the Inuyasha T.V. Show!

Miroku: Now ladies, simmer down. I'll sleep with both of you!

 

Whack! Smack! Crash!

 

Miroku: Oh god! Not that! NO!

 

Chainsaw reeves

 

Miroku: AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW!!!

 

Anonymous Fangirl: Be sure to review!

 

Miroku: For the love of god NO!

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

Oh sure, Souta has great plans! Kagome thought, able to hear the sarcasm of her own thought. Of course, Kagome thought as she wandered the university of Tokyo in a slight depression, Souta's plan would only work if one of the Universities would actually allow her to hang flyers up. . . Kagome sat down on the stairs in the front of the university with a whoosh of air and sighed. She had been to four universities that day- four - and each of them had told her that she was not allowed to hang flyers if she was not a student there. She had considered lying. . . but after she had at the last college, and they asked who her teachers were, she decided against trying again.

 

“I knew it was hopeless!” Kagome sighed as she dropped the flyers in the trash, groaning when the wind picked up a few of them and sent them flying right back out.

 

Kagome quickly grabbed two of them- the wind had settled and made it easy for her- but as she was reaching for the third one, the wind picked it up again an carried it high above her head, snagging it on an overhead tree branch.

 

Kagome threw away the two papers she had managed to grab before staring at the third. She couldn't climb the tree. . . she was in a dress and might get kicked off campus for indecent exposure! She stood on her tiptoes and reached for it, but was about half a foot too short. She sighed and made a jump for it, her fingertips grazing it the first jump, missing it completely the second.

 

She knew that she was making a fool of herself, but the chuckle that came in from behind her caught her totally off guard.

 

“It looks like you could use a hand.” Kagome froze, her heart skipping a beat (or ten!) when she recognized the voice. It was sultry and slow, and could easily be matched to a guranteed heartbreaker. But Kagome knew better. Kagome knew that the owner of the voice didn't only break hearts. . . he dismembered them. Along with the body, the soul, etc. The only question, Kagome thought as she slowly turned to face the man that owned the voice that haunted her dreams, was what was he doing here?

 

He smiled first. “Hello. My name is Kogajiin. Would you like some help?” He asked, reaching for it on tip toes and pulling it down before she could answer.

 

Kagome shivered. It wasn't him. . . it just looked like him, and sounded like him, and. . . that didn't mean that it was him. Kogajiin. It was an interesting name, and it matched an interesting body. He had the figure of Naraku. . . the face structure, the same dark brown hair, only cut to fall in wavy curls around his face. He was tall- a head taller than Kagome. But he wore modern clothes, dressed as a student, and if he hadn't spoken, despite how much he resembled Naraku, Kagome probably wouldn't have noticed him. He was handsome, yes, but he didn't catch your eyes. Instead, if he was standing by a wall, or in the shadows, your eyes were very likely to just pass over him.

 

Kogajiin looked over the paper with a smile. “You need a shrine caretaker?” He asked, not looking at her face. “Well, as it so happens, my grandfather owns a shrine in Kyoto and I was raised on it, so I know a lot about caring for one.” He looked up at her, saw her face for the first time, and froze.

 

Kagome saw recognition flash behind his eyes- eyes that were the same color as Naraku's. . . a deep mahogony, very nearly red. She knew what shown in hers. . . fear. A deep fear that had begun almost five hundred years ago.

 

But then, just as quickly as the recognition had appeared, it was gone, and Kogajiin's eyes held nothing but humor. “Which shrine do you live at?” He asked, his eyes smiling more than his lips.

 

Kagome shuddred, and beat down the urge to run away. She quickly debated with herself on whether or not she should run, scream, or pretend to not recognize him. After all, Naraku had no idea that she was a time traveler.

Kagoem quickly shook her head, oblivious to the confused look Kogajiin gave her. She was being ridicluis! Naraku didn't exist here. . . the world would have been orver run by power hungry demons if he did! And even if by some odd chance that Naraku was in the future, there was no way that he would have been able to put up with the evils of the school system.

 

Right?

 

Chasting herself for being foolish Kagome reminded herself that her family needed a new shrine keeper, and that Kogajiin had experience. She probably wouldn't get anyother chance like this one, and she couldn't let a little arachnephobia get the best of her!

 

Smiling, she answered. “My name is Kagome Higurashi and I live at the Higurashi shrine.”

 

Kogajiin nodded, and relief seemed to flood his features. “Kagome. . .” He said quietly, taking her hand. “Pleased to meet you! Kogajiin.” He frowned. “Oh, but I already told you that.” Shaking his head, he began to walk, still holding her hand. “Anyways, I've lived on the school grounds, but it's really expensive. And I have a part time job, but it barely covers the tuition, and it doesn't even come close to covering my books.”

 

Kagome tried in vain to pull her hand away from his, but when he didn't release her after the first few hard tugs, she gave up and let the over - eager boy lead her around.

 

Suddenly, Kogajiin stopped in his tracks and Kagome began to panic. When he turn around, will he recognize me? She wondered in slight fear. What if he already knew who I was and wants to kill me!? Looking around to where he had lead her, Kagome was surprised that they were now in a small alcove off to the side of the main court yard - and she couldn't see another person anywhere!

 

“Kagome. . .” Kogajiin whispered quietly. Kagome froze and turned to face him, hoping that all traces of fear had been wiped from her eyes.

 

“Yes, Kogajiin?” She asked with a tiny, forced smile.

 

“How much does this gig pay?” He asked with a wry smile, and Kagome almost fainted in relief. See!? She told herself with a smug inner grin. Naraku would never, ever use words like gig! You've just spent far too much time in the past and need a break! You've got Naraku on the mind, and the next thing you know you're gonna start seeing Miroku asking your friends to bear his children! She thought, unable to keep the humor from her face. Her watcher, however, hadn't seemed to notice her odd behavior.

 

“I'm afraid it doesn't pay anything.” She said with a frown, suddenly unexplainably afraid that he wouldn't take the job offer. “But you do get free board, food, and you can still have another job, if you can fit all your chores in for the shrine and more work.” Kagome said, hoping that she had lured him back in to wanting the job.

 

Kogajiin frowned, and for some reason, Kagome felt that he was scrutinizing her. But when she could find no reason that he would be studying her, she decided that it was just her imagination acting up again.

 

“Hmm. . . well, as it is I have to pay board and I almost never eat. . .” Kogajiin suddenly looked as though someone had just offered him a million dollars. “Say! I'll make you a deal! You cook one meal for me and if I think it's good I'll accept the job offer!” He said, holding out his hand to shake and seal the agreement.

 

Kagome smiled with worry, holding out her hands. A task he made difficult, as he still hadn't released her. “Me?” She asked, remembering the last time she had tried to make Inuyasha a picnic. Remembering that his favorite part of it had been the pickles. “Cook?” She nearly choked on the word.

 

“Yeah.” Kogajiin said, leaning in to capture her other hand. Kagome felt her heart jump. At this close proximity, she had to tilt her head far back to be able to hold his eyes. “I'll bet you're great at cooking.” Turning her palms to face his hands, he match them with his own. “What do you say?”

 

Kagome blushed and pulled her hands away. “I say that you're probably just some college student trying to get a free meal out of me.” She said, stuffing her hands behind her before he could capture them again.

 

Kogajiin smiled. “Yeah. . . maybe you're right. How about this - I'll buy the ingredients. That way, if you are a really bad cook, you're only out the hour or so it took to make the food.” Smiling, he reached behind her and took her hand again. “Wadda say?” He asked.

 

Kagome resisted the urge to tell the Naraku look-a-like to go to hell. She couldn't figure out why, but every time he touched her she started to itch all over her body. She thought about his proposal, though.

 

It did sound fair. . . and he really was just trying to assure her that he was seriously considering taking up the job. The job, Kagome reminded herself, that her family need to have filled if they wanted to keep living in the same lifestyle that they always had.

 

“Alright.” Kagome said.

 

Kogajiin nodded. “Great! Why don't we go shopping now?” He suggested.

 

“Now!” Kagome barked when he began to drag her along behind him again. “But. . . but. . . don't you have like, a class or something that you're supposed to be at?”

 

Kogajiin shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. . . but I haven't ever really been absent, so my teachers wont mind if a miss a class or so. Plus, taking a pretty lady like you shopping sure beats taking lecture notes!” He turned and smiled at her. Opening his eyes, he stared at her from eyes that seemed to glow in the shade of his bangs. “Why, do you have some where to go?” He asked in a voice that reminded her all too much of Naraku.

 

Kagome shivered, and was afraid that if she turned him down he might turn on her and kill her. “No, of course not. I'm free if you are!” She said, wanting to kick herself as soon as the words left her mouth. She did have better things to do. She could go home and study, go to the past and try to find out where the last jewel shard was, find someone, anyone else to take the job . . .

 

Wrapping one arm around he shoulder, Kogajiin released his grip on her hadn and smiled down at her. “Good. . .” he whispered in a husky voice that nearly made Kagome trip over her own feet. My god! She thought, placing her hands over her stomach in an attempt to stop the butterflies that had gathered there. Where in the world had that feeling come from!? She demanded of herself.

 

“Come on, Kagome. If we hurry up, maybe we can catch the four o'clock train to the supermarket!” Kogajiin said, ushering her along at nearly a run.

 

Kagome smiled and pressed a closed fist to her lips to hide it. She couldn't figure out why, but when he flashed her that grin she couldn't help but think that everything else that she should have been doing right then wasn't as important as she had made them out to be in her mind. . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anonymous Fangirl: You'll notice that I am writing longer chapters. Before, I tried to hit the 1000 word mark, now I am going for the 2000 word mark. I think that alone is worthy of a review!