InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hereditary Secrets ❯ Chapter 5

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I lay no claim to any of the characters, instances, companies, or products that may be mentioned in this story. This story is a work of fiction. The events and characters portrayed are imaginary. Their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts are entirely coincidental, except for the names of a few select companies, most or all Japan based, that have no real affiliation with this site, the original author of the “Inuyasha” manga (Rumiko Takahashi), the events occurring in this work of fiction, or me. They are there purely for lack of imagination. Toshiba, by the way, is not a private company as portrayed in this story. Nothing in this story should be taken as factual, unless you research it and find it to be true. Rumiko Takahashi is, to the full extent of my knowledge, the one and only owner of the Japanese comic “Inuyasha” and its characters.

 

The point of this fanfic is to pay homage to the great and powerful Rumiko Takahashi, the creator of a new teen cult…that was a joke, so laugh already!!

 

For readers who may not be aware of this, Japanese names are usually presented with the family name in the front (i.e., John Smith would be, in Japan, Smith John.) and the personal name at the end.

 

Chapter 5

 

“Okay, so, since you ditched me with that lecher all day, the least you could do is tell me what you two did?”

 

Kagome sighed. “You know, it isn't as if you guys didn't have an invitation to join us at the café… You could have come then. And `that lecher' is your beloved boyfriend.”

 

“He kept trying to feel me up. That's probably why we missed you guys at the café. I spent to much time beating him into a bloody pulp to catch you.”

 

“Why were you beating him up for feeling you up? Isn't it supposed to be that you beat him to a pulp when he feels another girl up?”

 

“It was in public. We had that conversation for the umpteenth time last night.”

 

“Maybe you should have that conversation at a time where there is no actual groping going on - the allowed kind, anyway. That might help to clarify things for him. Your boyfriend isn't exactly the best at figuring some things out.” Kagome grabbed a spoon and a pint of ice cream from the freezer. “You know that he is hard to get through to, sometimes. Or you should know, by now. That perm-a-slap on his face should be a hint.”

 

“Well, just think of it as me assuring that the perm-a-slap will remain on his face until he gets over groping me - especially in public!” Sango glanced into the freezer, then said, “You took the last mint chocolate chip…”

 

“There's cookie dough in the back. Behind the fries.”

 

“Arigato, Kagome. You know, you should have gotten his number. You could ask him to that upcoming ball thingy that your parents are throwing Midsummer…”

 

“I didn't think to ask. And what's with the immediate change in topics? We were talking about your couple problems… You shouldn't change the topic so readily.”

 

Kagome waved her spoon at her best friend. “I don't think that inviting him to such a high class thing would be a good idea, anyway. He doesn't like stuff like that, and I'm positive that if he did come, he'd end up beating Koga and Hojo into bloody bits.” She grinned, and giggled. “I think my parents might find that just the slightest bit annoying…”

 

Rin's POV

 

She and the man who had sat next to her had parted quietly; a quick spoken goodbye, and they were off. they did see each other at the baggage claim, but since they both had chauffeurs seeing to their respective properties, they had no reason to speak with each other. As she drove away, Rin cast a furtive glance through the back window, wishing she had given him her real name, or at least a phone number. This wistfulness surprised her somewhat; she hadn't wished for something like that since her father and mother had died. In fact, she hadn't wished for much since then . She had learned the wishing was childish - it never made anything happen.

 

But still, she found herself wishing that they would meet again.

 

Inuyasha's POV

 

“Oi! Miroku! Can I talk to you for a moment?” Inuyasha hated having to ask the lecher anything, but it was his only choice if he ever wanted to see Kagome again.

 

The young man he had called out to stopped, then slowly walked back to where Inuyasha was. “How may I be of service to you, Inuyasha? I doubt that you need much help here in the gym…”

 

“Kagome said that you're friends with her. Right?” Pausing for Miroku's nod, he continued. “Well, I've come to the gym every day since I met her here, and I haven't seen her since. Where can I find her?”

 

“Kagome and Sango haven't come to the gym since they saw Koga staking out the smoothie bar. They now frequent a quaint little ice cream shop next to the new mall. I cannot remember what it is called, but…”

 

“Thanks, Miroku.”

 

“Inuyasha? A word of advice… Be careful of Kagome's heart. Hers is a gentle soul, with no malice or spite or hatred in it. I have seen the way Kikyo chases after you, and it would be a shame if she got so jealous that something happened to Kagome. Sango protects her most of the time, but not even my lovely flower can defend her friend all of the time.”

 

Inuyasha nodded, and raced towards his bike. `I know that Kikyo might get jealous, but hurt Kagome? She wouldn't. Would she?'

 

Sesshomaru's POV

 

He knew that the girl kept glancing at him at the baggage claim. He returned her glances inconspicuously, trying not to let her see his eyes move her way. He avoided meeting her eyes the whole time, but was disappointed when she left before him. She had not left quickly enough to be out of the parking lot by the time his baggage had been retrieved, but, as there were a number of limousines present, he could not tell which one she was in.

 

The driver stopped the car in front of the door to the hotel. He handed Sesshomaru the key to his room - the penthouse suite - and bowed slightly as he held open the door. Sesshomaru quickly stepped from the automobile and headed for his room. His exit - or entrance - was swift and silent; not usually a talkative person to begin with, the new developments had been most effective in making him seem even colder than before.

 

The girl had surprised him; most people just avoided him, but she had openly sought his conversation. She was unique, he concluded. Her behavior was startling, yes, but that was not a point to deliberate on within his own mind, even. Her intriguing personality was different, but certainly - certainly - no reason to be distracted from what he was doing.

 

“Sir, would you like anything to eat or drink before you retire?”

 

“No. This Sesshomaru would like to be left alone until tomorrow morning. I shall have steak and eggs for breakfast with unbuttered toast and strawberry jam on the side, with fresh tea.”

 

“Yes, sir. I'll remember to tell that to the cook. Good day.” The hotel butler left quietly, closing the door gently behind him. Sesshomaru looked at his already-put-away clothing (the hotel maids had left the closet and drawers open for him to approve of their layout), and sighed almost imperceptibly. This was the first time he had ever actively wished for someone to share a room with…