InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Freedom ❯ chapter two ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Just for those of you who are thoroughly confused, yes this is an INU/Kag, and not an oc, in the first chapter she mentions that she had to leave everything behind, even her NAME. Get it? ok, now that you've spoiled all my fun...enjoy.
Finding Freedom
UC
Chapter 2
Warm, that was the best way to describe it, she was very warm. Make that roasting, scorching, searing under the heat of his hands. Fevered hands caressing fevered skin, every exposed inch getting its own little touch of heaven. Her eyes closed in the rush of sensations, it was almost enough to push her over the edge of sanity. His soft hair tickled her cheeks briefly before his warm, rough tongue began gently lapping at her nose.
‘What? He’s licking my nose? That’s …different…’
Miya cracked one sleepy eye open with a groan only to be met with a nice view of soft white hair and a pair of cute fuzzy ears.
This would have coincided nicely with the wild fantasy that had been going on earlier, except this particular patch of white hair was attached to a fluffy little kitten who was currently perched contritely on her chest licking her nose.
A pair of feline green eyes blinked owlishly at her, one encased in a patch of dark brown fur, the other stark white. The little kitten cocked its head to the side, as if assessing the sour look on her face, then let out a sweet mew.
“You,” Miya stated leaning up on one elbow and poking the kitten in his pink little nose, “just interrupted one of the best dreams I’ve had in ages. Thanks a lot.”
“Mew.”
“ ;Yeah, well sorry just doesn’t cut it mister.”
Blink…blink… “Mew”
With a sigh of frustration Miya pushed the annoying diminutive cat off her chest and drug herself out from under her all too comfortable covers and out of bed. The cat jumped down off the bed as well and scampered down the hall.
Pink toed socks scuffled down the hall clashing terribly with the lime green pinstriped pajamas the sleepy young woman was wearing. The sound of early morning loony toons reached her ears as she stopped in the bathroom to freshen up and splash some cold water on her face, anything to hold her over until she could get a cup of coffee.
“Morning baby.” Miya yawned while pulling her hair back into a messy knot at the back of her head.
“Morning Mommy.” A petit raven haired girl of four was camped out in front of the TV in a pink Barbie night gown and fluffy pink bunny slippers. She was lying flat on her tummy, stretched out on a slightly worn looking floor rug, her chin resting comfortably on her arms as she watched the antics of While E Coyote and the Road Runner. Every know and then a “meep, meep” would drift from the old floor model Television soon followed by the tell tale whistle and boom of the coyote falling from a cliff.
“How long have you been up Kylie?” Miya asked opening the fridge. The tiny apartment had an adjoining kitchen and living room, so she didn’t have to shout to talk to her little girl.
“Ummm, since Power Puff girls.” Kylie answered dutifully, still not taking her eyes from the screen.
Miya smiled at her daughters method of telling time. “Since Power Puff girls huh? That’s pretty early, you must be hungry.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Yes ma’am, that was most definitely Ms. K’s influence shining through. The friendly old lady was southern from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes and it was evidently rubbing off on Kylie. Not that Miya minded, it was cute and Kylie had grown into a polite child. The charming colloquialisms even had their effect on her, she caught herself saying ya’ll the other day.
Ms. K was both her land lady, boss, and babysitter. She was a widow in her mid-sixties who owned both her little apartment and the quaint used book store beneath it.
The Kindly older woman had befriended Miya immediately when she arrived in Holly Ridge pregnant and completely broke. It took all the money she had just to make it that far.
Kaede Keller, or ’Ms. K’ as she preferred, offered her a job at the book store and a place to live seeing as the apartment over the store was vacant and had been for years, and when Kylie was born she also offered to help take care of her while Miya was working.
Children were a precious creation that Ms. K was not able to experience seeing as she was ‘barren as the Sahara desert’ as she liked to say. She considered Kylie to be her ‘little heaven sent grand baby’ and spoiled her just like she really was her own.
It was nice since Kylie had never met her real grandmother and would probably never get to. At least she had found someone wonderful and willing to fill those shoes. Miya figured that Kaede Keller was her guardian angel sent down as divine retribution for all the hell she went through and all she had to give up.
Still, Miya knew how much her own mama would love the little girl. She was so full of life, so much like she herself had been at that age.
“Mew.”
“Felix is hungry too mama.” Kylie added, still not taking her eyes from her cartoons, which had switched from the road runner to Bugs Bunny.
“Felix?” Miya asked the little girl with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s what I named him.”
“I see, and how exactly did you come up with that name?” She asked popping a couple of blueberry pop tarts into the toaster and pouring two glasses and one saucer of milk.
“On TV.” Came the noncommittal answer form the little girl.
“That figures.” Miya said mostly to her self as she set the two glasses of milk down at the old table she’d picked up at the second hand store a year ago.
It only had two chairs, but that was just perfect for her and Kylie. When she’d first brought it home the poor think looked like it had been scoured with sand paper and used as a chopping block, but she diligently sanded down the worn old wood until her fingers bled and applied a fresh coat of stain. She was proud to say it almost looked like new, and it only cost her a grand total of $36.74, sand paper and stain included.
The sound of the toaster ejecting the now warm pop tarts caught the attention of the little girl in the living room. Kylie turned off the TV and joined her mother at the table. She knew she wasn’t allowed to watch TV while they ate and she didn’t usually fight her mother too much about it.
The two ate their strawberry pastries happily, Kylie’s bunny-fied feet swinging happily back and forth under her chair. She was almost and exact replica of Miya; black hair with a natural body to it, not really curly but not straight either, pale skin and delicate features, and blue eyes, though Kylie’s were a bit darker than her mothers.
“So, what do you have planned today?” Miya asked as she watched the little girl across from her munch happily while humming the theme song from Scooby-doo.
“Grandma K said she had a surprise!” She answered happily, her sapphire eyes igniting with excitement as her cheeks dimpled with her grin.
“Ooh, a surprise. That sounds fun. Are you going to come tell me about it later?” She asked, to which the child promptly began nodding vigorously.
“And Felix too!”
After breakfast Miya rushed through her morning routine, she had lounged around a bit too long this morning and had to hurry to be ready to open the store on time.
Precisely at 9:00 am there was a knock at the door and Miya hopped for the door trying to pull on her shoes simultaneously as Kylie followed, giggling in her wake.
“Good morning Ms. K.” Miya greeted pleasantly while shoving the silver hoop earrings into her ears that Kaede and Kylie had gotten her for Christmas last year.
“Good morning child.” Kaede said with a warm smile.
“Be a good girl.” Miya said kissing Kylie on the crown of her head before heading out the door. “I love you.”
“Love you mommy.”
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Inuyasha stared at the building before him with a blank look on his face.
‘It must be a mistake.’ He thought looking from the dilapidated building in front of him to the piece of paper in his hand. Looking back up at the two story brick building with an air of pure disparagement.
The large picture windows in front were boarded up and the two windows on the top level looked a bit green, probably a mix of grime and mildew. According to the faded sign hanging over the paper thin wood door at the front the building was once used as a hard ware store.
‘Yeah…in like the 1920’s.’ He thought bitterly looking for something, anything that would discern this building from the one he was looking for.
“Aha!” There beside the door was a rusted old mail box, the old fashioned type that attaches to a wall instead of on a post. While the box its self was in horrible condition, the little metal numbers nailed to it were still intact, if not a little out of place.
349, this was number 349. What was he looking for again? He glanced back at the paper currently crumpled in his hand.
346 W. Main St. He was looking for 346 and this was 349! “Ha! Yes! Finally something goes my way!” He shouted giving the box a happy punch.
Unfortunately his jubilant ‘love tap’ caused the rusty number nine to swing back into place.
The numbers now read 346.
Damn it.
Unbelievable. This was un-freaking believable! How could his father do this to him, it was unfair! It was unconstitutional! It was child abuse…sort of. Ok, so technically he wasn’t a child, but it didn’t make the situation any less wrong.
He pulled his cell phone off his belt clip, fully prepared to call his father and tell him exactly where he could shove it when he noticed that he had no signal.
With a frustrated yell he threw his cell phone against the brick wall of the building successfully smashing the silver plastic flip phone into at least a dozen jagged pieces. Not sated with the carnage he proceeded to rip the old mail box off the wall and heave it against it as well.
It, being metal, merely bounced off the brick wall and clattered noisily against the sidewalk earning him a few curious glances from the few people who were out for a morning stroll, most of whom were over retirement age.
With a frustrated sigh, Inuyasha slumped against the building taking deep breaths to calm the raging tempest of his anger.
Across the way he spotted a little bookshop nestled between a smarmy looking lawyers office and a florists shop. The bright blue paper sign in the glass door read open. Maybe they would have a phone he could use.
He was going to give Ty Taishou a piece of his mind, father or not.
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Miya sat on a tall, spindly stool behind the counter with a cheesy romance novel she’d been working on since yesterday. It wasn’t a best seller or anything that would stand out as a ‘classic’, but it was entertaining none the less. That was one of the perks of the job, free reads.
They hadn’t been busy yesterday, not that they were busy all that often, so she was already at the half way point, just where the plot starts to thicken when she noticed a very familiar, and expensive looking, red convertible parked across the street.
‘Thank god it wasn’t damaged. I’d never be able to afford the repairs.’ She thought as she watched the man she’d met last night climb out of the drivers seat. Now that it was daytime she could clearly see his beautiful platinum hair neatly arranged in what she would call perfect disorganization.
Having lost interest in her book, she let her finger mark her page as she watched him look back and forth between the old run down building across the street and a piece of paper held in his hand. He stood still for a moment then looked at the building again before breaking into a grin and happily giving the old mail box attached to the front of the building a tap.
Apparently his actions did not have the desired effect because a few minutes later she could see him shaking his fists and shouting expletives before pulling out his cell phone.
‘O-o sorry buddy, no cell towers around here.’ Miya thought with a twinge of sympathy. That is of course until he threw his phone against the building breaking it to bits and then proceeding to jerk the old mail box off the wall and do the same with it.
‘Wow.’ Miya thought blankly, watching as he glared at a pair of passing old biddies and then slumping against the building. ‘Someone has anger issues.’
She turned her attention back to her book, but only managed to make it through a page when the little bell over the door tinkled with the entrance of a customer.
A platinum headed customer.
Miya quickly shoving her book under the counter, not even bothering to mark her page. She wasn’t about to over analyze it, but for some reason she was embarrassed to be caught by him reading such a sappy novel.
He stood staring at her with the most dumbfounded expression on his face for a moment before he broke into that charming grin he had on the night before and strode up to the counter. One tanned forearm came forward to rest casually against the old lacquered wood counter top as he leaned toward her with a look of pure mischief in his eyes.
“Why hello Miya.” He said in a deeper voice than he would use in casual speech.
Miya very nearly rolled her eyes at the ‘how you doin’ quality to his voice. She couldn’t deny that it made him sound sexy, but did he really think that she succumb to his charms so easily? Maybe he was used to having girls fawn all over him, he was a handsome man, but Miya knew all too well about pretty faces.
“Hello to you too.” She said flatly, barely controlling her mirth. She couldn’t seem to reign in her amusement, one minute the guy is smashing his cell phone into about a million pieces and looking like he was in serious need of some anger management classes, and the next he does a complete 180 and moves into Don Juan mode, complete with sexy smirk and eyebrow tilt.
“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing in a dump like this?” He gave a casual wave to the dimly lit store shock full of new and used books of every genera imaginable. “You should be out on the beach working on your tan and being waited on hand and foot. I can make that happen you know.” He added with a wink.
Now really, that was just rude. Sure the store wasn’t anything to brag about, it was a little dusty in the corners and the musty smell of old literature lingered heavy in the air, but that’s no reason to call it a dump. Miya gave a ’hmpf’ of offence before crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at the young man standing so brazenly across from her.
“I happen to work here. Maybe you’re not familiar with that term, but it’s what most people have to do from nine to five every day in order to pay the bills.”
“Whoa there doll, I didn’t mean to offend.” He was quick to defend, holding his hands up in a placating manner. “I was merely commenting that a beautiful flower such as yourself would flourish out in the sunshine.”
Miya really did roll her eyes this time. “Do you have a book of cheesy pickup lines in your pocket or what?”
He grinned. “Baby, I wrote the book.”
“Is there something I get you, or will you be leaving?” She asked tersely, her patience pushed to its bounds.
“Your phone number would be nice.” He said honestly, though he still had that insufferably shameless smirk firmly in place.
“I told you last night that I wasn’t your type, and how would you call me anyways? From what I could see from here no amount of super glue could salvage your phone.”
He had the decency to blush sheepishly before regaining his composure. “Heh, I could buy a dozen of them, not that it would make any difference in this hole.” He scoffed. “And as I asked you last night, what makes you so sure you know what my type is? Maybe I like variety.”
“Well then maybe your not MY type.” She said coolly leveling her gaze at him. She could see the tell tale tick in his right dimple signaling the rise of his ire. ‘Temper temper.’ she thought as she watched him struggle to hold his charming façade. 'Pretty eyes though.'
“What exactly is the problem? You said you weren’t married.”
“I never said, you assumed.” She stated squarely.
He frowned. “So you are married?”
“No.”
“Boyfri end?”
“…No…”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Like I said, I’m just not your type.”
Just as he opened his mouth to retort the door leading to the back room of the store was flung open with enough force to cause both occupants to jump slightly. There in the open doorway, holding up a cookie with as if it were the Olympic torch, was an almost exact replica of Miya, only bite sized.
“I made cookies!” Mini Miya declared proudly while stalking toward big Miya.
Miya smiled. “You did?” She asked setting the little girl up on the counter to talk to her and enjoying with every fiber of her being the flabbergasted look on Inuyasha Taisho’s face at that moment.
She wasn’t sure why she was enjoying it, the fact that she had a child scared most men away, it should have bothered her some what, but it didn’t. She loved Kylie more than life its self, and she didn’t need a man to make her life worth while.
“I brought you one mommy.” Kylie said sweetly pushing the cookie toward Miya.
“Thank-you baby, it looks very yummy.”
“M-mommy?” Inuyasha stammered, looking back and forth between the woman and her daughter. “But you’re so young!”
“Well,” Miya said with a forced cheerfulness, “if there’s nothing else I can do for you Mr. Taishou I was just about to lock up for lunch.” She came around the counter and went to the door, pointedly holding it open for him.
He took one last look at the little girl perched on the counter. She snuck a nibble off the side of her mothers cookie and made a face at the taste, quickly spitting the bite into her hand and not-so-discretely tossing it under the counter between her feet.
Since he was given an obvious dismissal, and was frankly too shocked to really rebuff it, he quietly made his way to the door giving Miya a passing glance on his way out.
“I told you I wasn’t your type.” she said quietly before slamming the door in his face and pulling the shade that clearly read CLOSED.
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Inuyasha stood staring at the closed door for a moment before turning to head to his car. Glancing at the ramshackle building he was supposed to be living in while becoming a 'productive member of society'. He would be lucky to get the place up to code in a year let alone use it for something profitable. Maybe he could sell it and that would count as turning a profit, he would have to ask his father about it.
Speaking of which, wasn’t he supposed to be doing something…the phone! Baleful eyes turned to look back at the closed sign on the door. He had forgotten all about using the phone when he saw Miya. A smile tilted his lips as he thought about her, and not one of his practiced ones, a real one. A rare occurrence for the young man.
Miya was beautiful, and spirited, and she had denied him evoking the most baser instincts of the chase that few women had ever kindled….and she had a kid. Too bad really, she would have at least been a way for him to pass the time while he was here. He was always up for a good challenge.
But who was stopping him from chasing her anyways? It wasn’t like she was married. He would probably have to win over the kid too though, but how hard could that be really? They cant be that much trouble. They sleep and eat and play with toys, right? So he buys the kid a Barbie doll or something from that pink isle he was so afraid of as a kid.
Yeah, that was the perfect plan. Buy the kid over with some goodies and he would slide right into mommy’s good graces and, if he played his cards right, her panties as well. Then after he was done in ‘the town that time forgot’ he’d just go home, back to his life.
His smirk returned to his face as he tossed his car keys up and caught them with flourish. The chase was on, but first he had to find a pay phone.
AN: Hey guys! The next chapter will clear up a lot of things for those of you who are still confused, but be forewarned, things are not always as they seem! Thanks for the reviews.
UC
Finding Freedom
UC
Chapter 2
Warm, that was the best way to describe it, she was very warm. Make that roasting, scorching, searing under the heat of his hands. Fevered hands caressing fevered skin, every exposed inch getting its own little touch of heaven. Her eyes closed in the rush of sensations, it was almost enough to push her over the edge of sanity. His soft hair tickled her cheeks briefly before his warm, rough tongue began gently lapping at her nose.
‘What? He’s licking my nose? That’s …different…’
Miya cracked one sleepy eye open with a groan only to be met with a nice view of soft white hair and a pair of cute fuzzy ears.
This would have coincided nicely with the wild fantasy that had been going on earlier, except this particular patch of white hair was attached to a fluffy little kitten who was currently perched contritely on her chest licking her nose.
A pair of feline green eyes blinked owlishly at her, one encased in a patch of dark brown fur, the other stark white. The little kitten cocked its head to the side, as if assessing the sour look on her face, then let out a sweet mew.
“You,” Miya stated leaning up on one elbow and poking the kitten in his pink little nose, “just interrupted one of the best dreams I’ve had in ages. Thanks a lot.”
“Mew.”
“ ;Yeah, well sorry just doesn’t cut it mister.”
Blink…blink… “Mew”
With a sigh of frustration Miya pushed the annoying diminutive cat off her chest and drug herself out from under her all too comfortable covers and out of bed. The cat jumped down off the bed as well and scampered down the hall.
Pink toed socks scuffled down the hall clashing terribly with the lime green pinstriped pajamas the sleepy young woman was wearing. The sound of early morning loony toons reached her ears as she stopped in the bathroom to freshen up and splash some cold water on her face, anything to hold her over until she could get a cup of coffee.
“Morning baby.” Miya yawned while pulling her hair back into a messy knot at the back of her head.
“Morning Mommy.” A petit raven haired girl of four was camped out in front of the TV in a pink Barbie night gown and fluffy pink bunny slippers. She was lying flat on her tummy, stretched out on a slightly worn looking floor rug, her chin resting comfortably on her arms as she watched the antics of While E Coyote and the Road Runner. Every know and then a “meep, meep” would drift from the old floor model Television soon followed by the tell tale whistle and boom of the coyote falling from a cliff.
“How long have you been up Kylie?” Miya asked opening the fridge. The tiny apartment had an adjoining kitchen and living room, so she didn’t have to shout to talk to her little girl.
“Ummm, since Power Puff girls.” Kylie answered dutifully, still not taking her eyes from the screen.
Miya smiled at her daughters method of telling time. “Since Power Puff girls huh? That’s pretty early, you must be hungry.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Yes ma’am, that was most definitely Ms. K’s influence shining through. The friendly old lady was southern from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes and it was evidently rubbing off on Kylie. Not that Miya minded, it was cute and Kylie had grown into a polite child. The charming colloquialisms even had their effect on her, she caught herself saying ya’ll the other day.
Ms. K was both her land lady, boss, and babysitter. She was a widow in her mid-sixties who owned both her little apartment and the quaint used book store beneath it.
The Kindly older woman had befriended Miya immediately when she arrived in Holly Ridge pregnant and completely broke. It took all the money she had just to make it that far.
Kaede Keller, or ’Ms. K’ as she preferred, offered her a job at the book store and a place to live seeing as the apartment over the store was vacant and had been for years, and when Kylie was born she also offered to help take care of her while Miya was working.
Children were a precious creation that Ms. K was not able to experience seeing as she was ‘barren as the Sahara desert’ as she liked to say. She considered Kylie to be her ‘little heaven sent grand baby’ and spoiled her just like she really was her own.
It was nice since Kylie had never met her real grandmother and would probably never get to. At least she had found someone wonderful and willing to fill those shoes. Miya figured that Kaede Keller was her guardian angel sent down as divine retribution for all the hell she went through and all she had to give up.
Still, Miya knew how much her own mama would love the little girl. She was so full of life, so much like she herself had been at that age.
“Mew.”
“Felix is hungry too mama.” Kylie added, still not taking her eyes from her cartoons, which had switched from the road runner to Bugs Bunny.
“Felix?” Miya asked the little girl with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s what I named him.”
“I see, and how exactly did you come up with that name?” She asked popping a couple of blueberry pop tarts into the toaster and pouring two glasses and one saucer of milk.
“On TV.” Came the noncommittal answer form the little girl.
“That figures.” Miya said mostly to her self as she set the two glasses of milk down at the old table she’d picked up at the second hand store a year ago.
It only had two chairs, but that was just perfect for her and Kylie. When she’d first brought it home the poor think looked like it had been scoured with sand paper and used as a chopping block, but she diligently sanded down the worn old wood until her fingers bled and applied a fresh coat of stain. She was proud to say it almost looked like new, and it only cost her a grand total of $36.74, sand paper and stain included.
The sound of the toaster ejecting the now warm pop tarts caught the attention of the little girl in the living room. Kylie turned off the TV and joined her mother at the table. She knew she wasn’t allowed to watch TV while they ate and she didn’t usually fight her mother too much about it.
The two ate their strawberry pastries happily, Kylie’s bunny-fied feet swinging happily back and forth under her chair. She was almost and exact replica of Miya; black hair with a natural body to it, not really curly but not straight either, pale skin and delicate features, and blue eyes, though Kylie’s were a bit darker than her mothers.
“So, what do you have planned today?” Miya asked as she watched the little girl across from her munch happily while humming the theme song from Scooby-doo.
“Grandma K said she had a surprise!” She answered happily, her sapphire eyes igniting with excitement as her cheeks dimpled with her grin.
“Ooh, a surprise. That sounds fun. Are you going to come tell me about it later?” She asked, to which the child promptly began nodding vigorously.
“And Felix too!”
After breakfast Miya rushed through her morning routine, she had lounged around a bit too long this morning and had to hurry to be ready to open the store on time.
Precisely at 9:00 am there was a knock at the door and Miya hopped for the door trying to pull on her shoes simultaneously as Kylie followed, giggling in her wake.
“Good morning Ms. K.” Miya greeted pleasantly while shoving the silver hoop earrings into her ears that Kaede and Kylie had gotten her for Christmas last year.
“Good morning child.” Kaede said with a warm smile.
“Be a good girl.” Miya said kissing Kylie on the crown of her head before heading out the door. “I love you.”
“Love you mommy.”
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Inuyasha stared at the building before him with a blank look on his face.
‘It must be a mistake.’ He thought looking from the dilapidated building in front of him to the piece of paper in his hand. Looking back up at the two story brick building with an air of pure disparagement.
The large picture windows in front were boarded up and the two windows on the top level looked a bit green, probably a mix of grime and mildew. According to the faded sign hanging over the paper thin wood door at the front the building was once used as a hard ware store.
‘Yeah…in like the 1920’s.’ He thought bitterly looking for something, anything that would discern this building from the one he was looking for.
“Aha!” There beside the door was a rusted old mail box, the old fashioned type that attaches to a wall instead of on a post. While the box its self was in horrible condition, the little metal numbers nailed to it were still intact, if not a little out of place.
349, this was number 349. What was he looking for again? He glanced back at the paper currently crumpled in his hand.
346 W. Main St. He was looking for 346 and this was 349! “Ha! Yes! Finally something goes my way!” He shouted giving the box a happy punch.
Unfortunately his jubilant ‘love tap’ caused the rusty number nine to swing back into place.
The numbers now read 346.
Damn it.
Unbelievable. This was un-freaking believable! How could his father do this to him, it was unfair! It was unconstitutional! It was child abuse…sort of. Ok, so technically he wasn’t a child, but it didn’t make the situation any less wrong.
He pulled his cell phone off his belt clip, fully prepared to call his father and tell him exactly where he could shove it when he noticed that he had no signal.
With a frustrated yell he threw his cell phone against the brick wall of the building successfully smashing the silver plastic flip phone into at least a dozen jagged pieces. Not sated with the carnage he proceeded to rip the old mail box off the wall and heave it against it as well.
It, being metal, merely bounced off the brick wall and clattered noisily against the sidewalk earning him a few curious glances from the few people who were out for a morning stroll, most of whom were over retirement age.
With a frustrated sigh, Inuyasha slumped against the building taking deep breaths to calm the raging tempest of his anger.
Across the way he spotted a little bookshop nestled between a smarmy looking lawyers office and a florists shop. The bright blue paper sign in the glass door read open. Maybe they would have a phone he could use.
He was going to give Ty Taishou a piece of his mind, father or not.
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Miya sat on a tall, spindly stool behind the counter with a cheesy romance novel she’d been working on since yesterday. It wasn’t a best seller or anything that would stand out as a ‘classic’, but it was entertaining none the less. That was one of the perks of the job, free reads.
They hadn’t been busy yesterday, not that they were busy all that often, so she was already at the half way point, just where the plot starts to thicken when she noticed a very familiar, and expensive looking, red convertible parked across the street.
‘Thank god it wasn’t damaged. I’d never be able to afford the repairs.’ She thought as she watched the man she’d met last night climb out of the drivers seat. Now that it was daytime she could clearly see his beautiful platinum hair neatly arranged in what she would call perfect disorganization.
Having lost interest in her book, she let her finger mark her page as she watched him look back and forth between the old run down building across the street and a piece of paper held in his hand. He stood still for a moment then looked at the building again before breaking into a grin and happily giving the old mail box attached to the front of the building a tap.
Apparently his actions did not have the desired effect because a few minutes later she could see him shaking his fists and shouting expletives before pulling out his cell phone.
‘O-o sorry buddy, no cell towers around here.’ Miya thought with a twinge of sympathy. That is of course until he threw his phone against the building breaking it to bits and then proceeding to jerk the old mail box off the wall and do the same with it.
‘Wow.’ Miya thought blankly, watching as he glared at a pair of passing old biddies and then slumping against the building. ‘Someone has anger issues.’
She turned her attention back to her book, but only managed to make it through a page when the little bell over the door tinkled with the entrance of a customer.
A platinum headed customer.
Miya quickly shoving her book under the counter, not even bothering to mark her page. She wasn’t about to over analyze it, but for some reason she was embarrassed to be caught by him reading such a sappy novel.
He stood staring at her with the most dumbfounded expression on his face for a moment before he broke into that charming grin he had on the night before and strode up to the counter. One tanned forearm came forward to rest casually against the old lacquered wood counter top as he leaned toward her with a look of pure mischief in his eyes.
“Why hello Miya.” He said in a deeper voice than he would use in casual speech.
Miya very nearly rolled her eyes at the ‘how you doin’ quality to his voice. She couldn’t deny that it made him sound sexy, but did he really think that she succumb to his charms so easily? Maybe he was used to having girls fawn all over him, he was a handsome man, but Miya knew all too well about pretty faces.
“Hello to you too.” She said flatly, barely controlling her mirth. She couldn’t seem to reign in her amusement, one minute the guy is smashing his cell phone into about a million pieces and looking like he was in serious need of some anger management classes, and the next he does a complete 180 and moves into Don Juan mode, complete with sexy smirk and eyebrow tilt.
“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing in a dump like this?” He gave a casual wave to the dimly lit store shock full of new and used books of every genera imaginable. “You should be out on the beach working on your tan and being waited on hand and foot. I can make that happen you know.” He added with a wink.
Now really, that was just rude. Sure the store wasn’t anything to brag about, it was a little dusty in the corners and the musty smell of old literature lingered heavy in the air, but that’s no reason to call it a dump. Miya gave a ’hmpf’ of offence before crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at the young man standing so brazenly across from her.
“I happen to work here. Maybe you’re not familiar with that term, but it’s what most people have to do from nine to five every day in order to pay the bills.”
“Whoa there doll, I didn’t mean to offend.” He was quick to defend, holding his hands up in a placating manner. “I was merely commenting that a beautiful flower such as yourself would flourish out in the sunshine.”
Miya really did roll her eyes this time. “Do you have a book of cheesy pickup lines in your pocket or what?”
He grinned. “Baby, I wrote the book.”
“Is there something I get you, or will you be leaving?” She asked tersely, her patience pushed to its bounds.
“Your phone number would be nice.” He said honestly, though he still had that insufferably shameless smirk firmly in place.
“I told you last night that I wasn’t your type, and how would you call me anyways? From what I could see from here no amount of super glue could salvage your phone.”
He had the decency to blush sheepishly before regaining his composure. “Heh, I could buy a dozen of them, not that it would make any difference in this hole.” He scoffed. “And as I asked you last night, what makes you so sure you know what my type is? Maybe I like variety.”
“Well then maybe your not MY type.” She said coolly leveling her gaze at him. She could see the tell tale tick in his right dimple signaling the rise of his ire. ‘Temper temper.’ she thought as she watched him struggle to hold his charming façade. 'Pretty eyes though.'
“What exactly is the problem? You said you weren’t married.”
“I never said, you assumed.” She stated squarely.
He frowned. “So you are married?”
“No.”
“Boyfri end?”
“…No…”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Like I said, I’m just not your type.”
Just as he opened his mouth to retort the door leading to the back room of the store was flung open with enough force to cause both occupants to jump slightly. There in the open doorway, holding up a cookie with as if it were the Olympic torch, was an almost exact replica of Miya, only bite sized.
“I made cookies!” Mini Miya declared proudly while stalking toward big Miya.
Miya smiled. “You did?” She asked setting the little girl up on the counter to talk to her and enjoying with every fiber of her being the flabbergasted look on Inuyasha Taisho’s face at that moment.
She wasn’t sure why she was enjoying it, the fact that she had a child scared most men away, it should have bothered her some what, but it didn’t. She loved Kylie more than life its self, and she didn’t need a man to make her life worth while.
“I brought you one mommy.” Kylie said sweetly pushing the cookie toward Miya.
“Thank-you baby, it looks very yummy.”
“M-mommy?” Inuyasha stammered, looking back and forth between the woman and her daughter. “But you’re so young!”
“Well,” Miya said with a forced cheerfulness, “if there’s nothing else I can do for you Mr. Taishou I was just about to lock up for lunch.” She came around the counter and went to the door, pointedly holding it open for him.
He took one last look at the little girl perched on the counter. She snuck a nibble off the side of her mothers cookie and made a face at the taste, quickly spitting the bite into her hand and not-so-discretely tossing it under the counter between her feet.
Since he was given an obvious dismissal, and was frankly too shocked to really rebuff it, he quietly made his way to the door giving Miya a passing glance on his way out.
“I told you I wasn’t your type.” she said quietly before slamming the door in his face and pulling the shade that clearly read CLOSED.
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Inuyasha stood staring at the closed door for a moment before turning to head to his car. Glancing at the ramshackle building he was supposed to be living in while becoming a 'productive member of society'. He would be lucky to get the place up to code in a year let alone use it for something profitable. Maybe he could sell it and that would count as turning a profit, he would have to ask his father about it.
Speaking of which, wasn’t he supposed to be doing something…the phone! Baleful eyes turned to look back at the closed sign on the door. He had forgotten all about using the phone when he saw Miya. A smile tilted his lips as he thought about her, and not one of his practiced ones, a real one. A rare occurrence for the young man.
Miya was beautiful, and spirited, and she had denied him evoking the most baser instincts of the chase that few women had ever kindled….and she had a kid. Too bad really, she would have at least been a way for him to pass the time while he was here. He was always up for a good challenge.
But who was stopping him from chasing her anyways? It wasn’t like she was married. He would probably have to win over the kid too though, but how hard could that be really? They cant be that much trouble. They sleep and eat and play with toys, right? So he buys the kid a Barbie doll or something from that pink isle he was so afraid of as a kid.
Yeah, that was the perfect plan. Buy the kid over with some goodies and he would slide right into mommy’s good graces and, if he played his cards right, her panties as well. Then after he was done in ‘the town that time forgot’ he’d just go home, back to his life.
His smirk returned to his face as he tossed his car keys up and caught them with flourish. The chase was on, but first he had to find a pay phone.
AN: Hey guys! The next chapter will clear up a lot of things for those of you who are still confused, but be forewarned, things are not always as they seem! Thanks for the reviews.
UC