InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demonology ❯ Coffee in the City ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author’s Note:  Here is chapter two!  I’m finally feeling like I’m in a groove.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, he and all characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi.





A week had passed since the incident with Inuyasha had happened.  Kagome had gone home in a huff after she had gotten so far with Inuyasha, but the next morning she couldn’t have been more grateful.  She was trying to figure out what possessed her to go that far with someone she hardly knew.  Classes had started, she and Sango had one class together.  

Kagome was still feeling horribly lonely since arriving in New York.  While Sango would invite her to go out with her and Miroku, she was always feeling like a third wheel with the two of them.  The city of New York was enchanting, but she rarely went off campus.  She had started to apply for jobs and was able to land a job in a coffee shop right off campus, excited to be doing more to keep herself busy.  Staying busy meant she didn’t have to dwell on the problems in her life.  Whenever she was alone, she would think of her family, something that was incredibly tender.

She thought back about her life in California.  Top of her class, student body president.  She was a good girl. She did everything her family expected her to do.  She took care of her little brother, she had a part time job down the street, she was straight A’s and played sports.  Her boyfriend at the time was just as goody-two-shoes as she was, in all the same classes as well.  He liked her quite a bit and she had liked him well enough, but there was never any heat between them.  There was never any carnal desire.  They were merely two people who happened to be dating, and that was that.

After her family died, everything in her life had changed.  She realized that she couldn’t be spending her entire life just sitting around being the perfect little girl.  She wanted to get out and explore the world.  While the importance of education was still imprinted on her, she decided to go for Demon Studies simply because it would be more thrilling.  Going to the fight club the other night was thrilling for her.  Kissing a stranger and going to his apartment was thrilling, though in hindsight, she realized just how dangerous her actions were.  Luckily for her, nothing happened.  

She was walking to her first day at the coffee shop wearing faded jeans and a black button up shirt.  Her hair was in a high pony tail and she had minimal make up on.  To ensure that she wouldn’t be easily recognized, she put on her thick framed black glasses. She walked in, put on her apron and set to work.  

As she was taking orders, she overheard the news playing in the background.

Today, four more reports of missing individuals has surfaced.  At first the residents of New York City have made mention of the dwindling homeless population, many residents think that demons are to blame.

She decided to put it out of her mind, making a mocha when another bit of information was being told.

In other news, an ancient diplomatic demon named Naraku will be visiting New York City next month to discuss ways to better incorporate the demon populations into the mainstream…

It seemed strange that these two things were happening so close to each other, but for Kagome, it wasn’t a mystery for her to solve.  She focused on her work, on her studies, and focused on no longer feeling depressed.




Inuyasha was getting dressed in his penthouse, the voice of the small shape shifter barking orders at him.

“Sir, do we really need to be doing this today?  It seems strange that you would want to do this in broad daylight.  Especially since you don’t have any fights scheduled tonight,” the little man said.  He was an older gentleman, but his look being a humanoid stopped at his voice.  He was a shapeshifter that mostly took the look of being a well-dressed flea.  Myoga was the master of shape shifting and had been indebted to Inuyasha for hundreds of years.  With just a few drops of blood, Myoga could change himself into the person for hours.  He would even pick up his mannerisms and if it happened enough times, such as working with Inuyasha for centuries, he would pick up faint memories and emotions from the donor.

“Yes, two children and two young women have been kidnapped now.  The police are nearly certain that a demon is involved and I need to appear in the demon clubs so that nobody suspects me.  Mostly I just need you to socialize and have a few drinks while I sniff around the upper east part of Manhattan,” Inuyasha said, buttoning the top button of his shirt, then unbuttoning it.  He didn’t want to look like a complete stiff.  He rolled up the sleeves and tucked the black shirt into a pair of blue Levi’s that hung low on his waist.  He went into the bathroom and found a potion, drinking it.  A moment later his hair turned black and his eyes turned a deep blue.  His dog ears disappeared and his claws retracted.  He found a second bottle and put it in his pocket.

“Aren’t you worried about being spotted in that disguise?  Don’t you know a bunch of people on the Upper East?”

Inuyasha was getting frustrated with the little demon.  He found a hair-binder and began to braid his long hair down his back, tying the bottom.  He found some thick rimmed glasses and put them on, making him look less conspicuous.  He looked at himself in the mirror and decided to carry a back pack as well, so people would assume he was just a well-dressed student.  

“With this disguise, I highly doubt they’ll recognize me.  And if they do, I’ll just speak Japanese.  I look fresh off the boat, it won’t be difficult to pretend I’m off the boat.”  He brushed off a few silver hairs on his shirt and stared in the mirror.  He looked pretty innocent, so he gave a toothy grin.

“Are you ready, sir?” the flea demon asked, and Inuyasha nodded.  Myoga jumped up and bit Inuyasha on the neck.  While only a few drops would do, Myoga was feeling greedy and gulped down a particularly large amount of blood.  Inuyasha punched him off and a moment later a silver-haired Inuyasha stood before the real Inuyasha.

“Every time Myoga!  Every time you take more than enough!” Inuyasha barked.  He looked at his neck and saw the bite marks begin to disappear.

Myoga gave a fanged smile.  “Forgive sir, but you have the tastiest blood.  And also, if you’re late returning I can keep my form longer.  I have enough for two days.”

Inuyasha shook his head and grabbed his keys and phone.  “I have one lead, and I’ll probably head to the office afterwards.  Don’t pick any fights, just socialize and make it known that I’m at the club.”

Myoga held up his claws.  “Sir, I’ve only done this a hundred times.  You’re safe.”

Inuyasha made his way to the Upper East side, seeing the daily life of New York pass by him.  Hotdog carts on every corner, horns blaring at green lights, people of all walks of life walking up and down the streets.

He found a coffee shop and decided to walk in.  His lead apparently was a frequent of this particular shop, so laying low while observing for a few hours would give him insight to exactly what he needs to find.  Since he looked human and the potion he was drinking hid the stench of demon on him, he was able to stay there undetected.  At least for a few hours.

He could hear the news on the television and he groaned.  Journalists were always bad juju, telling the worst fears of what everyone was thinking, causing demon progression to go back ten steps.  Demons were already struggling to own businesses, having to pay a ridiculous amount in taxes and rent.  They were severely limited to work in ow end service jobs or the entertainment industry.  Many were bar and club owners, which would be profitable if they weren’t taxed and fined so heavily for every little thing.

Inuyasha ordered a coffee from a cute girl behind the counter, she looked strangely familiar.  He looked down at her nametag and had to bite his tongue.  It was the vixen from the other night that has been plaguing his thoughts.  Kagome seemed oblivious to his presence, but again, he was in disguise.  He watched her make his coffee quickly, occasionally turning to the news.

He had to admit, she looked far different than the first time he met her.  The first time he met her she looked almost slutty, but now… She had an innocence to her that he didn’t notice before.  He didn’t know if it was because she was completely sober, or that she seemed in her natural element.  The other night she seemed awkward, but here, she was comfortable.

He sat in the corner of the café, drinking his coffee and watching everyone around him closely.  He took a book out, but he didn’t even know what the title was or what it was about.  He made it look like he was reading it when he was watching the news, watching everyone around him.  This particular café was known to have people disappear from it and he was trying to figure out who was demon and who was not, who might be involved.  He was looking for patterns, nothing more, hoping for a lead.

Most of all though, and he hated to admit, he was watching Kagome.  She was working to keep herself busy, tidying up, talking to customers, making herself useful.  He had to admit, she was a hard little worker.  When she ran out of things to do and the café was mostly empty except for himself and her, he saw her pull out a large textbook and start taking notes at a nearby table.  It was the lowest business hour, which meant that demons would be arriving for their drinks.  

A half hour passed and his coffee had been empty for quite some time.  Kagome finally walked up to him and asked him for his cup.  He handed it to her, acting disinterested, but finding it hard to ignore her sweet perfume.  

Two demons walked in whom he immediately recognized as underground drug den runners.  They had illegal clubs that they would lure people into with the promise of sex and drugs, and after a person would get high, they would take their blood and give it to demons to get high off of.  Drugs were not potent enough, but in human blood, it was a delectable treat that would cause demons to have their own type of high.  Heroin was the top drug that demons preferred in the blood, pot was pretty rare.  Meth and ecstasy were known to increase a mans potency, making those popular as well.  Kagome recognized the men as demons instantly with their pointed ears and facial tattoos, as well as their outrageously colored hair.  She was shaking in nervousness, and he kept a close eye on the situation.  He could feel his body lowering its defenses so he pulled out his flask and took a quick gulp, feeling his appearance hibernate once more.

“What a cute little lass,” said the demon with purple hair and orange tattoos, his accent strangely British.  “She’d make a great addition, wouldn’t she?”

The other demon smiled, showing gray pointed teeth under his yellow lips.  His skin was a sickly yellow color, his hair a brilliant orange, while his eyes were solid red.  When he spoke, a snake’s split tongue could be seen.  “She would, and how sweet smelling she is?  The demons would pay top dollar for her.”

Kagome was feeling overly nervous, afraid of what was to come next.  “Um, can I get you something?” she squeaked.

“Two latte’s, for now,” the purple haired demon spat.  He handed over the money and sat down a few seats from Inuyasha.  He listened in intently, turning on the recording device in his pocket.  

“We need to find different people for Naraku,” whispered the first demon.  He looked at Kagome and waived stupidly, causing her to turn her back and concentrate on the drinks.

“Will you stop being an idiot?” hissed the orange haired demon.  “Naraku specified that he wants a young girl who hasn’t been living on the streets.  There’s plenty of girls that could easily go missing unnoticed.”

“What about this girl?”

“She has a job, we need to find a girl who would be less noticed.”

“But we’ve already raided all of the foster homes in New York,” pointed out the purple haired demon.  “We’re going to have to look at students or high schoolers.”

The orange haired demon looked at Kagome hard.  She was a cute girl, shapely as well.  He figured Naraku would enjoy the flesh of this girl, but looking at the textbook she left at the other table, she was going to a prestigious college and would be noticed as missing fairly quickly.  No, he needed a stupid girl.  This girl was likely not stupid.

“We need to find a stupid girl.  Preferably about to be homeless or incredibly desperate.  Have you checked the whore houses?”

The purple haired demon pinched his chin thoughtfully.  “I can check again, they have new girls every week.  We might be able to find some more underground and feed them well so Naraku doesn’t suspect anything.”

Inuyasha was getting fantastic intel, smiling to himself.  He couldn’t have asked for better information.  Kagome put the two lattes on the table in front of the demons.  “Is there anything else?” she asked, her voice not nearly as squeaky.

The purple haired demon grabbed her hand and smelled it deeply.  “Mmm, girlie, do you taste as good as you smell?”

The orange hair demon snatched her hand, dragging her closer to him.  He too, took a deep breath of her scent.  “You know, Roy, you might not be wrong about this girl.  She would be a good specimen.”

Kagome tried to force her hand away from the demons, but their grips were too strong.  Inuyasha stood up and walked over to the demons harassing Kagome.

“You need to let go of the girl,” Inuyasha said sternly.

They both let go of Kagome, wide eyed at him.  “We were just funin’,” said Roy.  They stood up and walked out, leaving their coffees untouched.  However, when they walked out, they stared long and hard at Kagome, mouthing something to her.

Kagome let out a sob and Inuyasha turned to see her covering her mouth, silent tears streaming down her face.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Kagome, sit down,” Inuyasha said.  

She did as she was told and he sat across from her.  “You don’t recognize me, do you?” Inuyasha asked.

She looked up and stared at him hard.  He took his glasses off and unbraided his hair.  He let his eyes turn amber, leaving his ears and eye color alone.  She gasped, staring at him.

“Inu-Inuyasha!” she gasped.  Her face turned bright scarlet.

“There you go.  I had no idea you worked here, I wasn’t stalking, I swear,” he stated.  She was just staring at him in unbelieving astonishment.  “How much longer are you working tonight?”

She just gaped at him.  Finally after a moment she spoke.  “I work until 7.”  Inuyasha looked at his watch and saw it was 630.

“Do you have anyone to walk you home?” he asked.

She shook her head no.  

“I figured.  Look, I’ll go back to my spot and when you’re ready to leave, let me know.  I’ll walk you back home.  The way they looked at you, don’t be surprised if they show up again.”

True to his word, when Kagome’s relief came in, he walked with her back to her dormitory.  While it was about fourteen blocks, she insisted on walking instead of him getting them a cab or taking the train.  She insisted that she liked the exercise, when in reality she was dirt poor and didn’t want him to pay for her.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted when we first met,” she mumbled, but his supersonic hearing picked it up easily enough.

He shrugged.  “I was acting pretty forward too,” he said.  “I get a little crazy when I meet a girl I like.”

They both let out a laugh.  “So, it’s safe to say you like me?” she said, her voice perking up.

“Oh, more than like you.  I’d really like to get to know you better,” he told her.  She stopped walking and turned to look at him.  His face was stone serious.

“What do you want to know?” she asked him.

“Why did you leave San Francisco?” he asked her.  The look on her face became somber.

“My family died a few months ago,” she mumbled, continuing to walk.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories.”

She shrugged.  “It is what it is.  I realized that life isn’t all about studying and being perfect.  I was living under a rock, so I sold everything and came here.  New York is a city about fresh starts and new beginnings.  It was the perfect place to start over and try new things.  Demon studies is always something that I found fascinating, but I was the good girl.  I’m tired of being the good girl.”

He looked at her as they walked.  “There’s nothing wrong with being the good girl,” he pointed out.

“There is when you’re miserable.”

“True, but being a bad girl and going to fight clubs isn’t going to make your life better.”

She stopped and glared at him.  “Don’t try to tell me how to live my life!  You don’t know what I’ve been going through!”

“And you don’t’ know what I’ve been through.”

She deflated a little bit.  “What else do you want to know?”

He tried not to smile.  “Why were you trying so hard to be the punk girl at the bar the other night?”

She did laugh at this question.  “That was Sango’s idea.  I was trying to fit in and she decided to give me a full taste of the demon underground.  I will say it was not what I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting?”

She shrugged, feeling herself more calm again.  “I was expecting decapitation, blood everywhere.  People being eaten and sex on the tables.  You know, the rumors of exactly what to avoid.”

“Well, those are the more dangerous clubs, like in the Bronx.  But humans aren’t allowed in those clubs.”

Her jaw dropped.  “Oh, I thought---,” she stammered, but he cut her off.

“You were in one of the safest clubs in New York City.”

They arrived at her dorm and they stood outside it for a few minutes.

“Look,” he said, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling a number on it and handing it to her.  “If you need an escort again or if you’re feeling scared, call me.  I’ll be there as fast as I can.  If you’re bored and want dinner, call me.”

She stared at the piece of paper and blushed.  He gave her a toothy grin and walked off.  He walked slowly to see if she would yell after him, and after a minute he heard her footsteps quickly behind him.  He turned around and she ran into his arms, nearly knocking the breath out of him.  She leaned up and kissed him shyly.  He could feel her blush through his lips.

He put his hands on her waist and kissed her back.  She broke the kiss and when he opened his eyes, he saw her face was a dark red.  She pushed a piece of paper into his hand and she ran into her dorm building, leaving him standing on the sidewalk.

He looked at the crumpled piece of paper and saw her name and phone number, causing a smile to touch his lips.  

He continued walking, making his way to the police department to report his findings.


Author’s Note:  Stay tuned to find out what Inuyasha is up to!