InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dogs in Tokyo ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11

He was waiting outside of the school as he had promised. She couldn't see him but knew he was there by the way that the head of each of the girls that passed through the school gate would swivel to the right for an instant as if on some sort of check string. As she started down the steps she heard Eri's voice calling out from behind her.

"Kagome-Chan! Wait up!"

Kagome almost stopped, almost turned around when a sudden thought struck her and she picked up her pace and practically flew down the steps instead. Taking the corner at the gate at breakneck speed she didn't pause as she grabbed Inuyasha's hand and yanked him after her into the nearest shop and down behind a magazine rack.

Inuyasha crouched beside the deranged human that was his mate and watched her pant for a moment before speaking. "Oi, Bitch, what the hell are we doing?"

"Your hair." She managed to get out. "My friends are out there and the last time they saw you you had white hair and gold eyes." She stopped to resume panting and raised herself up a little bit to see Eri and the others just outside of the shop looking puzzled and offended.

Inuyasha snorted his annoyance and turned to glare back at the shopkeeper who was staring at them from behind the counter. "What are you looking at?" The shopkeeper gulped and shook his head. "Nothing?" The shopkeeper nodded with alacrity. "Look somewhere else then," he instructed only satisfied when the shopkeeper turned completely around and started an impromptu inventory of cigarettes. Then he slunk even further into the corner as Kagome's attention was helplessly drawn to the shop door's jingle.

Kagome stood up, facing the trio of girls with whom she had shared everything until just two short years ago when she'd stopped being able to tell them the truth. "Hi guys," she said in a voice that sounded forced even to her. I'm here to buy the magazines for our current events project. Can't start too soon."

All three girls frowned in unison and looked at the rack Kagome was standing by. After a moment Yuka said, "But Kagome, we haven't even gotten a topic yet and I don't think hobby magazines are going to help us much."

Ayumi tilted her head and looked beyond Kagome, brightening with a smile as she caught sight of the person standing in the shadows. "Well, hi, Inuyasha! I bet you're the reason Kagome is suddenly so interested in model building." Kagome turned her head stiffly to look at the inappropriately colored "violent boyfriend" who was taking shelter behind her.

Not much could be seen of his features with the Annotated Guide to Modern Warplanes in the way but the tall, flexible body was unmistakable. Kagome tried desperately to think of a believable explanation for his complete change in hair and eye color when Inuyasha brought the open magazine that he was holding in front of his face down and unknowingly fixed Kagome's opinion of his much maligned intelligence for all time.

"Feh," he remarked, slapping the magazine shut and putting it crooked back onto the rack upside down and in the wrong slot. "Kagome," he said, gripping her elbow in sustaining hold and fixing his golden eyes meaningfully upon hers. "Sorry to break this up but we've got to get going." He could see the girls over Kagome's shoulder inhaling in preparation for asking a thousand questions.

Kagome dragged her eyes away from his with an effort and waved to her friends with a weak promise of 'Call you!' as she was more or less pulled bodily from the shop by the impatient hanyou.

The girls were left behind, each to deal in their own way with fluttering hearts only to be very surprised by the shopkeeper going into a coughing fit from having bitten off and swallowed the end of his cigar. How could a guy go from having a dark black braid at one moment to silvery-white hair and definite fangs the next without ever having his hands out of sight? He asked plaintively when he could finally speak.

Only Ayumi listened to what he said but she was always a big one for gathering a load of information in silence and forming her own opinion. Thus, she was no better help to the shopkeeper than informing him that his chi was out of balance and that he needed a more dry diet.

~*~

Some blocks away, a retransformed Inuyasha paused in his progress down the street. He had been keeping up a fairly stiff pace with Kagome as they argued the merits of appearing human altogether or human with white hair (Inuyasha tending to the opinion that he wouldn't change at all and that everybody could go stuff themselves) when, without a change of expression, he walked backwards to the spot he had been in a bare moment before. Kagome quickly noted his sudden absence and turned around. He was staring at the food display in a restaurant window.

It was a very good one, she had to admit: a pair of chopsticks floated in air with a cascade of soba noodles and delectable seafood ingredients falling down to a fine china plate.

"How come our noodles don't do that?" He demanded.

"Because theirs don't either. It's just a marketing ploy." She was starting to jump every time he had a question like that. It was as though her entire culture was up for judgment by the Kami and coming off as frivolous and stupid. She shook the thought off.

"Marketing ploy?" Inuyasha inquired with raised eyebrows. "I want some."

"Mou, Inuyasha, I'll make you some food as soon as we get home." The sigh with which she said this was the epitome of long suffering.

"You just said ours won't do that," he waggled his fingers in the air in an attempt to simulate floating. "I want some that do that to keep."

Kagome gurgled with deliciously throaty laughter. "You want some plastic restaurant food?"

He nodded, quite serious. "Like that, we could put it in the middle of our table where we put all those shells."

She glowed at him, honestly touched by his easy use of "we" and "our". "I've seen some of those sculptures for sale in the kitchen supply shops in the Ginza," she admitted. "We can get one there if you want. Come on I can see Jijii-Chan from here."

The old man was sweeping the shrine steps, which usually meant that business was a little slow and he wanted to give an air of occupation to the place. Not a school outing day then. The schools frequently arranged day trips to temples and shrines about the city, a thing that Kagome, as the resident of a shrine, had always felt to be an unfair waste of her time. Her opinion of them wasn't improved by the number of either totally abandoned or flat out haunted ones she had been in during her visits to the past but she gamely tried to put a good face on it.

"Tadaima, Jijii-Chan! Any tour buses today?"

"Only one small one. Fat Germans, all very put out by the stairs." The trio glanced up at the steps and shrugged. "I told them of the spiritual progression taken while ascending the steps and pointed out the beer vending machine around the corner when they came back down. The men cheered up anyway." Jijii-Chan swept aimlessly at the leaves scattered on the pavement. "I was thinking of putting in a vending machine to sell things like the Shikon-no-Tama key chains at the top of the shrine steps."

Both Inuyasha and Kagome winced.

"Good marketing, ne? Get the customers while they are still filled with admiration for the site." Jijii-Chan clapped his hands and rubbed them as if commencing a prayer.

"You mean before they nearly break their necks on the way down." Inuyasha muttered not at all quietly.

Jijii-Chan frowned, "That's why I won't have it sell beer. One must be sensible about these things." Jijii-Chan put a finger in the air and waggled it then bent to retrieve his paper from where it was stashed under the side railing of the steps. "Speaking of being sensible your wedding is coming soon and Inuyasha has yet to obtain any proper clothes for the ceremony. They should look like these." He fished out a splashily printed bridal supplement and pointed to some photos of kimono clad grooms,

"I'll just--" Inuyasha started.

"No you will not!" Jijii-Chan cut in. "You will notice all of these young men are dressed in black with a family crest. Scarlet clothes that have been worn while doing the Kami alone know what are not appropriate to wear during such a ceremony."

Inuyasha tweaked the paper from between the old man's fingers, "Fine," he snapped. "I get right on it."

~*~

"Have I ever told you what a horrendous liar you are?" Kagome asked, leaving the miniature hot spring with a sigh and toweling off vigorously. She looked up from fastening her skirt at Inuyasha where he sat on the bank watching her. They had set up the phone that he had found at Yomiuriland to recharge in Kagome's bedroom. No point in sitting around staring at it so Inuyasha had suggested they go through to his house and see about wedding clothes for him. "You seem to have my shirt."

He grabbed her shirt from the ground and rose, closing the distance between them. "O.K. So I've been trying to get you alone all day. But that doesn't mean I was lying about what we're doing here."

"Throwing down a newsprint picture on the floor and shouting 'I want an outfit for me that's styled like that.' into empty air is just strange, Inuyasha."

"Why? The Kami here are to serve me and through me you. It's not like they can't make the clothes and the crest will be correct. Besides I never said I was only coming here to get clothes."

Kagome drifted a step back from him into the greenery surrounding the pool. "Looks like you got me, Inuyasha." She gave him an arch look and settled on a bank of moss and ferns under a tree.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled as he tossed her shirt carelessly behind him. He leaned over her and began a slow assault. Light kisses to brow… Both eyes…Left cheek…to the pulse point behind her left ear…

Kagome slid her eyes closed and shivered even though the dell was warm and protected. The silken brush of his pale silver hair tickled as he drew his mouth from hers after only the briefest of touches to kiss her right shoulder. His dark brows were tense over his half lidded eyes as his hand drew up from her hip. He pressed the flesh of her breast up and opened his mouth over it, suckling deeply.

Kagome gasped and sighed, moving to cradle his head and body against her, burying her fingers in his hair. He maintained his contact on the breast even as he moved his head to the other, pulling the skin taut until it popped from his mouth. Kagome let out a strangled, groaning yelp, which brought a smile to his lips. 'My responsive little bitch.' He thought affectionately even as he turned his full attention to the other breast, giving it little nips and tugs that had Kagome wriggling as he drifted his hand down to the waistband of her skirt. Endlessly impatient with buttons a quick twist and pull with clawed fingers had the skirt neatly sliced and easily pulled off with everything else.

"Mou, Inuyasha, they are going to start wondering why I'm always needing skirts at the school store." She murmured as she shifted to help him get rid of the scraps.

"Let's buy a whole bunch of them and then we won't worry about it." he sighed, taking in her heady scent.

"The company would probably contact the school about that. What if we were trying to sell them on E-Bay someth'n?" she asked lazily.

"Japanese school girl skirt pirates? Makes sense." His voice was a deep growling purr. His warm skinned body was a study in smoothly muscled perfection come to life and rampantly aroused. She stared a moment and then swiftly lifted her gaze to his face. His attention was on her but rather lower and she belatedly tried to draw her knees together.

"No" he said thickly, "let me…Kagome!" His face was flushed and his hands gently insistent as he spread her legs more widely spread her moist folds and lifted her hips so he could taste what was there. Inhaling the heady essence that was Kagome he lavished care on the nub of flesh that rapidly stood to attention. A tiny, hidden copy of his own pulsating need. He ran his tongue over her again and again thrusting it into her small opening until a rush of moisture and trembling contractions told him she was ready.

He sat up again, his mouth softened, lips blurred with her secret places. She was gasping unevenly and her hands were fluttering about the bases of his ears with the lightest, most electrifying of touches. He closed his eyes for a moment searching for control, digging his claws into his own palms. He swallowed, 'not enough. Trees, yes, trees are peaceful.' He slowly reopened his eyes to take in the sight of his mate naked and tumbled before him, face and eyes glowing. "O.K. Kagome?"

"Oh, Inuyasha--" She reached for him and he came, knowing just where he wanted to be, swiftly entering her slick folds and sheathing himself in her as he caught her mouth and kissed her again at last.

Kagome felt a rush of wild sensation as they joined, some lack erased. She traded kisses with Inuyasha, surrounded by a curtain of his hair, her hands running down his back of their own volition to cup his buttocks and urge him more tightly into her.

He leaned up on his elbows and pulled back somewhat, "Let's try it like this, Koishii." and transformed again to Kagome's loud astonishment.

A-hem, there will now be an intermission.

~*~

Phone messages:

08:00 hours:

Burr, burr, and click, "Is this you? " came a rather quaintly accented croaking voice over the connection. "Look, I know we did not agree last night. But is this just? The master would not allow it if he knew." A hard breathing pause was audible. "Are you there? I know you know where I am. Please call the detention center. We could talk.

Faint sounds in the background, "No! I get the phone!" An indistinct voice is reassuring. A decided click follows.

Next message listed at 08:15 hours:

"This is the Izegawa finance company calling for Yasuku-San. It is urgent that you return my call by 5:00pm tomorrow. My name is…" There were a lot of calls like that.

Jukuryo-San called at 09:00 and 10:00 hours with concerned inquires into her state of health.

Kagome put down the phone and glanced over at Inuyasha. "Eight messages that's the lot." she said. "I wonder who that first caller could be? He sounded kind of familiar in a funny way." Inuyasha nodded thoughtfully and was just reaching to hit the replay button again when the little red phone vibrated with a buzz on the tatami mat between them. He stopped, hand hovering over the phone. The connection initiated and the voice screen came on.

"Ryosei," an unmistakable voice sounded clearly over the line, its accents no less refined than those of the emperor himself, "It has come to my attention that certain of your activities appear to be outside of the scope of my original instruction to you. You will cease them and present yourself at the office in one hour. If you find some difficulty in complying with this I will be more than happy to provide you with transportation."

Inuyasha sat stiffly with his ears flattened against his head and his hand still out-stretched over the phone. The call ended with a distinct click and Kagome rather shakily gathered herself up unplug the phone from the recharge jack and turn it off.

"Well, I bet we can guess who the first caller was too now."

Inuyasha stared at her, eyes showing a light tinge of red. "What the fuck is my brother and Jaken doing here in this time?"

~*~

The gate slid open and Jaken slouched in to plop down on the single bed. He lifted dull eyes to watch the closing of the gate and listlessly noted that his erstwhile roommate seemed to be packing up. "So, you get in contact with your peeps Little Dude?"

Jaken rolled his gooseberry eyes about as he attempted to decode what the weird human had said. "Peeps" he repeated uselessly.

"Ya know, yer bros dude. My ol' lady's pissed at me so I doss here for the night 'an I bail myself out in the A.M. Cheaper than the capsule motels, they feed ya and the cliental is way more interesting. She gets the night away from me I get to kiss an' make up when I get home if you catch my drift."

No, Jaken didn't catch his drift. It didn't sound to him like he wanted to. All of this was too much for him. This whole era seemed to be too much for him. Not the underhandedness and spying; that was second nature. It was the shear volume of the things he had to remember. Sesshoumaru so distant…Well so much more distant. Having to make an appointment just be see him with that yellow haired female…Grrr…her pale skin and blue eyes with that gangling height! He got a cold shiver just thinking about it. And having to face insolence and challenges without flaming them with the Staff of Two Heads!

Jaken froze. That was a problem wasn't it? He had tried to call the main office several times only to have his access denied. Ryosei, the dumb bitch, wasn't answering her phone. He had spent an exhausting hour insisting on phone call after phone call to an increasingly indifferent detention center staff only to be returned to his cell. And he had dropped the Staff of Two Heads!

His reverie was interrupted by his cell mate. "Come on little fishy guy. Ol' Nazukeru will pop you out of here no problem…