InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hollow Burn ❯ Gone from the World ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Queencupcake16 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Romance / Horror / Fantasy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 295 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Romance / Horror / Fantasy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 295 | Status: Work In Progress
I do not, nor ever will own Inu-Yasha or other related items pertaining to the Inu-Yasha currency of ownership. I also do not own the plotline to Underworld. All rights reserved. This fiction is purely for fan-based activities and is not being sold on market, legal or other wise.
A/N: Hey! This is ze first chapter! Jeez… It took me an INSANE amount of time to write the prologue… Naw, just kidding. It actually only took me like…a half hour to do.
Rate and review pease!
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Tokyo, Japan. 500 years later.
Inu-Yasha perched on the top of the stone temple, crouching so he looked like a gargoyle. He let the steady rain soak through his black, cotton T-shirt, as he peered curiously over the stone ledge to see the flickering neon light of Club Citron.
This is the place…, He thought, surveying the area quickly. His cell buzzed in his back pocket frantically to some unknown song. Quicker than the naked eye could see, he whipped his phone out and flicked it open.
’Are you in?’ His brother had textd him. With an annoyed grunt, Inu-Yasha turned off the phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He hated it when his brother got all prissy about his missions.
He blinked, rolling his amber eyes over the perimeter of the club. Next to the open doors was a stern-looking bouncer with biceps the size of melons and a severe buzz cut. Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes at the redundancy, and quietly scampered down the side of the temple mentally preparing himself for the task ahead.
Dropping to the ground a low thud, he shifted into the shadows so the bouncer couldn’t see him right away. It’d look suspicious if he had just dropped off the front of the front of temple like some kind of second-rate burglar.
Inu-Yasha took a deep and shuddering breath. He loathed missions like this. These gigs were the ones that made his skin crawl. It was midnight on a Friday and he was always certain that someone would catch him knocking his target out using pressure points and sic the police on him. He just couldn’t deal with the grief they’d give him. Especially when he was supposedly dead.
Shoving those thoughts to the back of his mind, He stepped forward casually out of the shadows. As he neared the doors to the club, he realized how big the bouncer actually was. The huge man eyed him with incredulity down his nose. Inu-Yasha gave him calm smile and whipped out his fake ID before the bouncer could ask for it.
Taking it in his meaty fingers, he examined the plastic for a moment or two, before handing it back gruffly.
“Go ahead.” The bouncer said with a Scandinavian accent, folding his humongous arms. Inu-Yasha gave him a mischievous grin.
“Thanks man!” He said with unnecessary enthusiasm. He thought seriously about punching the bouncers arm in a friendly manner, but quickly decided against it.
Inu-Yasha walked in the huge club, and instantly his dread came back. He knew she would be on stage. He knew it would be hard to get her alone. He shuddered to think of the danger he was putting an innocent girl in. But… he had to end this war.
He would apologize to the girl later.
Inu-Yasha looked around curiously for a moment, surveying the inside. The club had some kind of rave theme, combined with purple stars and moons painted upon the walls and were decorated with shining purple glitter. He looked down and noticed that he was standing on a platform and on either side were larger platforms that contained the bar and the restrooms. From the larger platforms were spiral staircases leading down to the horded dance floor. He let his topaz eyes travel up the dance floor to the stage. The lower half of his body froze.
There, up on stage, was a beautiful girl screaming into the microphone. Her poker-straight, shiny black hair went down her hips and was graced with electric blue tints. Her moonlight colored skin glowed under the lights of the stage and her midnight blue orbs were grazing over the crowd, teasing them. She was small and petite with a slim waist and perfectly curved hips. The thick-strapped tank top she wore hugged her upper body in all the right places and her jeans were skin tight until they flared out fashionably at the bottom. Kagome Higurashi
He’d done all the research. He had seen all the pictures. He knew what she looked like. He knew what she did for a living. He knew she had been described as an amazing person with an aura unlike anyone else’s.
But seeing the real thing was so much better.
Shaking his head furiously, he glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes…. He smiled at the pleasantly ticking watch and sauntered off to his left towards the bar. Hey why not? He still had fifteen minutes. And he needed something until his time was up and he could apprehend the girl.
He had to admit: she had an awesome voice. After living for seven hundred some odd years, he had developed a severe taste in music. Kagome was definitely singing his tune.
He grinned and plopped down on a stool in front of the neon-lighted bar where a bartender was absently polishing a glass. Inu-Yasha rapped his knuckles on the counter to get his attention.
The bartender jumped and yelled over the music, “ What’ll ya have!?” He set the glass on the bar a low clink, and leaned forward with an expectant smirk.
“Cran Razz with an extra splash of Vodka!” Inu-Yasha yelled back, trying hard not to let his eyes stray to the stage. The bartender eyed him conspicuously to see if he was serious. Inu-Yasha glared right back, narrowing his eyes.
At home, he generally just drank what ever was around. On the rare occasions when he got to leave the mansion, he had a woman’s taste in drinks.
Determined to distract himself, Inu-Yasha traced patterns on the counter with his finger tips. Sometimes, when he was in public, people would ask him why he had four joints in his fingers. Most of the time, he would just tell them that his mom ate too much tuna before he was born and it resulted in a birth defect. They wouldn’t ask more questions after that.
Some people would take pity on him. He hated it when people took pity on him, even for a false reason. It made him feel weak and misunderstood.
The bartender took that moment to slam his burgundy colored drink onto the counter, looking at Inu-Yasha expectantly. Realizing that he’d have to pay for his drink, Inu-Yasha fished around in his pocket and pulled out a random bill.
“ Keep the change.” He said roughly not bothering to care about what bill he had given the bartender. He infinite amounts of money anyway.
“Sir…” The bartender said, sounding slightly perturbed. “This is a hundred thousand yen…”
“Keep the change.” Inu-Yasha stated again and downed the rest of his drink. He glanced down his nose at his black watch. Five more minutes….
Unconsciously, he started to worry his lower lip between his teeth. Swiveling around in the bar stool, he allowed himself to cast a glance at the raven-haired girl on stage. She swished around, her hair flying wildly as she flew to beat of her music.
Jumping from the bar stool, Inu-Yasha walked casually down the staircase nearest to him and started pushing people out of the way. He had to get to the glitter-toned stage in order to fulfill his mission with any vigor.
He ignored shouts of pain, compliant, and annoyance as he wormed his way through the hordes of glamorous people. One angered and drunk woman, tossed her drink at him, splashing him with vodka. This is why he didn’t go out of the mansion very often.
Finally, he reached the stage and began bobbing his head mechanically to the beat of the drums. The music wound down, and Kagome leaned forward to speak into the microphone.
“Thanks for coming to Club Citron! You guys are an awesome crowd!” she said, giving them all a tantalizing smile. Inu-Yasha froze when her midnight blue orbs grazed over him. The lights went down a split second afterward and he suddenly felt chilly. Drunken cheers erupted from the crowd in earsplitting volume. This was his chance.
Inu-Yasha slid quietly through the sweaty bodies, going unnoticed this time. He slunk behind the stage and breathed a sigh of relief. But, now was the hard part. His mission was to apprehend the girl and take her back to the mansion. He had taken days to set this up perfectly.
He crawled stealthily behind the curtains, and emerged backstage where Kagome was wiping sweat off her face and talking animatedly to a another girl from the band. She had a bright and infectious grin, and her back tilted back as she let out a joyous laugh.
They talked for a few more moments and as soon as the other girl left, Kagome turned away from him and bent over to pick of an armful of cords, showing him her very nice backside. Maybe this’ll be easier than I thought…, he thought with a devilish grin.
Inu-Yasha sauntered up the young woman with his hands behind his back He tapped her politely on her bare shoulder. Mistake.
She whirled around so fast, even he couldn’t see and back-handed him right across the face. He could feel the cartilage in his nose breaking as he swayed on the spot.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else!” She exclaimed in exasperation. She laid a hand on his lean-but-muscular arm. “Are you alri-” She stopped herself as she saw the blood coming his nose. Oh dear god, I broke his nose…, she thought helplessly as the hot guy in front of her stared at her in complete shock.
She broke my nose! He had read up on her schedule and talents. He didn’t think to look up her personality. He no idea she was gonna be this feisty.
Kagome ushered him onto a folding chair. “Tilt your head back.” She ordered. Finally, his personality complex kicked in.
“Why should I listen to you!? You broke my nose!” Inu-Yasha said indignantly, putting his angry face inches from hers. But he didn’t expect her to fight back.
“I said I was sorry, you ungrateful little bastard!” She yelled, baring her perfect, shiny, white teeth. “I’m in medical school! I know what I’m talking about. Now, tilt your head back!”
He was so completely taken aback at her argument, Inu-Yasha leaned back without question. He wondered incredulously why he forgot that she was in her third year of medical school. Training to become a doctor… To bad she wouldn’t become one.
“Good..” Kagome said. “Akiri! Get me the First Aid kit!” She called to an unknown someone supposedly within earshot.
Seconds later, a very flushed teenage girl came rushing into the room with a white box that had a red cross upon it. Kagome quickly turned to him and pulled out a series of bandages. She placed a white gauze pad underneath his nose and pressed it there gently.
“Again, I’m sorry about this. Out of the corner of my eye, you looked like my ex.” Kagome said sincerely.
“Hey no problem.” He said politely back. “Sorry for snapping at you.” His nose was completely healed now. He was just duping her up so he could gain her trust first, then knock her out.
She removed the gauze pad, as he had stopped bleeding. That’s odd…, she thought. Usually, people bled more after getting their nose broken. She shrugged dismissing it absently. She leaned forward and started to clean the blood off the bottom of his nose and his upper lip.
“So…What’s your name?” She asked casually, putting her hands on her hips.
Inu-Yasha grinned in a confident manner. “Inu-Yasha…” He said without thinking. He realized his mistake at once. “I mean- That’s my-my, my uh…GANG name!” to his immediate surprise, she laughed.
“Yeah right! Gang… Ha!” She said haughtily. “And my grandmother’s the queen of France.” He smiled mentally. She thought it was a joke.
“Come closer and I’ll tell you my real name.” Inu-Yasha said raising an eyebrow. She also raised an eyebrow, but leaned forward, nonetheless. “My real name is…” he began beguilingly. “Good night.” He pressed the space in between her collar bone and her shoulder hard, his claws almost piercing her skin.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she slumped forward onto his lap. Checking to make sure no one else was around, he hoisted the slack girl unto his shoulder and walked out of backstage.
The bouncer eyed him suspiciously as he walked out the door into the rain. He decided to clarify.
“She’s my girlfriend.” He told the bouncer. The bouncer nodded knowingly and gave him a very forced smile.
“Have fun tonight.” He said with that grating Swedish accent.
“You too…” Inu-Yasha muttered underneath his breath. He walked around the side of temple and into a cramped and dank-smelling alleyway.
There, sitting in that alleyway, was his pride and joy. His gorgeous 67 black Mercedes, sat in the rain. Inu-Yasha frowned as he realized that his baby would have several water spots on it.
Opening up the car, he tossed Kagome gently into the back seat, and climbed in the driver’s. Turning the ignition, he pealed out of the alley into the night.
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With Kagome over his shoulder, and his car keys in his hand, Inu-Yasha carefully crept into the gothic, gaudy mansion quietly. He knew everyone was asleep at this hour. Everyone except for his brother anyway.
He made his way across the Persian rugs that littered the floor of the main hall and walked toward the gaunt, mahogany, spiral staircase. He constantly looked over his shoulder to make sure Sango didn’t jump out and scare the shit out of him. She had had an annoying tendency to do that.
He arrived in the gilded hall that was lined with creepy mirrors. Walking down it, he got shivers every few minutes or so. He hated this mansion at night. Inu-Yasha rushed into his brother’s office were he was, of course, pacing back and forth, muttering something incoherent every few seconds.
Inu-Yasha cleared his throat and put an accomplished smirk upon his handsome face. Sesshomaru’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“You got her.” Sesshomaru said, clarifying more to himself than to anyone else.
“Well of course I got her you oaf! I ALWAYS complete my missions!” Inu-Yasha said, even though it wasn’t always true.
“Oh, shut up. And set her down somewhere!” Sesshomaru said getting excited.
Damn…, Inu-Yasha thought, Girl must be pretty important for Sesshomaru to get excited about it.
He not-so-gently flung Kagome into one of the plush, dark-red armchairs in the corner of the office, while he plunked down in the window seat, waiting for his brother to begin ranting.
“Be careful with her! She’s important!” He rushed over to make sure she wasn’t damaged and frowned when he saw Inu-Yasha’s claws marks on her neck. “What did you do? Strangle her!?”
“Oh, shut up. I handled her quite well. She’s here. She’s alive. Just… unconscious.” He snatched one of the candies off the table to his right and popped it in his mouth, flinging the wrapper over his shoulder.
Sesshomaru blinked a few times and then brushed non-existent dust of his white and straightened his tacky tie. “Very well then.” He said, nearly twitching at the sight of the candy wrapper on the floor. “I leave her in your care then.”
Inu-Yasha nearly choked on the candy. “W-what!?” He exclaimed, shoving the candy towards the front of his mouth with his tongue before he swallow it whole. “Oh, no! You said I just had to get her out of the club and back here.” He crossed his arms, wrist over wrist, with his fingers together and pointing straight up. “There is no fucking way I’m gonna be her baby-sitter.”
Sesshomaru sighed heavily. “I thought you might say that.” He sauntered over and pushed some hair out of Kagome’s face. “You are the only one I trust enough to protect her. If I assigned a human to her, then they probably wouldn’t be able to protect her and she’d end up dead.” He gave his brother an empathic look. “ If assigned her one of our demon thugs, they’d probably eat her to gain her spiritual power. That’s why I’m assigning her to you. You’re a half-demon. You’ve got the strength-”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t remind me. I’ll be her body guard. Jeez…” Inu-Yasha said, cutting him off.
He sucked on the candy nosily as he rolled his eyes and hoisted himself off the window seat. “So, do you want me to keep her in my quarters?” He asked, clapping his bother on the shoulder blade. His brother eyed him with scrutiny.
“If you can keep your hands off her…” Sesshomaru said callously, rolling his eyes slightly. “I swear… the way you have with women-”
“Shove off! I’ll keep her my quarters.” Inu-Yasha hoisted the limp girl off the back of the arm chair. “I’m leaving now, you ass hole.”
He gripped the ornate handle of the French doors, his knuckles turning a sickly color of white. He opened the door with un-necessary force, sending it crashing against the wall behind it. “I’ll be in my room, if you need anything you dip shit.” He said with thick sarcasm.
Sesshomaru flinched as the door slammed, shaking in it’s frame. He shuffled over to his desk and sat down primly in his velvet office chair.
“Well, that went surprisingly well…” He mumbled to himself absently, as he propped his feet on the oak desk.
He let his eyes wander over the grandeur of his office before they settled on the candy wrapper on the floor. His eye began twitching uncontrollably.
Damn…
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Inu-Yasha stomped down the hallway angrily, grumbling to himself. Kagome’s hair swayed side to side against his back, making it itch.
Damn woman…, he thought venomously. He could’ve sent Kagra, but NO. And then he pisses me off in the end. Bastard…
He growled deep in his chest at these thoughts, and started ascending the spiral stair case up to the second floor of the tower where he spent his life. The tower was a detached part of the household, because it belonged entirely to Inu-Yasha. There were no windows, (although there were drafts coming from somewhere….) and the door to it was found at the end of a long hallway on the east side of the building.
Inu-Yasha wrenched open the door to his room- probably waking anyone who was asleep in the hall bedrooms at the time- and slammed it shut without even a backward glance.
Greeted by a sudden darkness, he grunted and flicked on the light. He glanced quickly around his large, circular room (which quite resembled a prettied-up dungeon at the time) to check for anything out of place.
Miroku had an annoying tendency to steal his ipod when he was away.
As soon as he assured himself that his ipod was sitting safely in it’s docking station, he breathed a sigh of relief. His anger at Sesshomaru was temporarily vanished as he carelessly dumped Kagome on the king-sized bed. His eye twitched ever so slightly at the sight her on his bed.
She was in a rather compromising position. Her arms were spread out at her sides and her legs were bent at odd angles on the coverlet of his bed. He smirked slightly at the thought of some un-conscious girl on his bed. Miroku would probably laugh too.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Hopefully I don’t die before the third chapter is up.
A/N: Hey! This is ze first chapter! Jeez… It took me an INSANE amount of time to write the prologue… Naw, just kidding. It actually only took me like…a half hour to do.
Rate and review pease!
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Tokyo, Japan. 500 years later.
Inu-Yasha perched on the top of the stone temple, crouching so he looked like a gargoyle. He let the steady rain soak through his black, cotton T-shirt, as he peered curiously over the stone ledge to see the flickering neon light of Club Citron.
This is the place…, He thought, surveying the area quickly. His cell buzzed in his back pocket frantically to some unknown song. Quicker than the naked eye could see, he whipped his phone out and flicked it open.
’Are you in?’ His brother had textd him. With an annoyed grunt, Inu-Yasha turned off the phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He hated it when his brother got all prissy about his missions.
He blinked, rolling his amber eyes over the perimeter of the club. Next to the open doors was a stern-looking bouncer with biceps the size of melons and a severe buzz cut. Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes at the redundancy, and quietly scampered down the side of the temple mentally preparing himself for the task ahead.
Dropping to the ground a low thud, he shifted into the shadows so the bouncer couldn’t see him right away. It’d look suspicious if he had just dropped off the front of the front of temple like some kind of second-rate burglar.
Inu-Yasha took a deep and shuddering breath. He loathed missions like this. These gigs were the ones that made his skin crawl. It was midnight on a Friday and he was always certain that someone would catch him knocking his target out using pressure points and sic the police on him. He just couldn’t deal with the grief they’d give him. Especially when he was supposedly dead.
Shoving those thoughts to the back of his mind, He stepped forward casually out of the shadows. As he neared the doors to the club, he realized how big the bouncer actually was. The huge man eyed him with incredulity down his nose. Inu-Yasha gave him calm smile and whipped out his fake ID before the bouncer could ask for it.
Taking it in his meaty fingers, he examined the plastic for a moment or two, before handing it back gruffly.
“Go ahead.” The bouncer said with a Scandinavian accent, folding his humongous arms. Inu-Yasha gave him a mischievous grin.
“Thanks man!” He said with unnecessary enthusiasm. He thought seriously about punching the bouncers arm in a friendly manner, but quickly decided against it.
Inu-Yasha walked in the huge club, and instantly his dread came back. He knew she would be on stage. He knew it would be hard to get her alone. He shuddered to think of the danger he was putting an innocent girl in. But… he had to end this war.
He would apologize to the girl later.
Inu-Yasha looked around curiously for a moment, surveying the inside. The club had some kind of rave theme, combined with purple stars and moons painted upon the walls and were decorated with shining purple glitter. He looked down and noticed that he was standing on a platform and on either side were larger platforms that contained the bar and the restrooms. From the larger platforms were spiral staircases leading down to the horded dance floor. He let his topaz eyes travel up the dance floor to the stage. The lower half of his body froze.
There, up on stage, was a beautiful girl screaming into the microphone. Her poker-straight, shiny black hair went down her hips and was graced with electric blue tints. Her moonlight colored skin glowed under the lights of the stage and her midnight blue orbs were grazing over the crowd, teasing them. She was small and petite with a slim waist and perfectly curved hips. The thick-strapped tank top she wore hugged her upper body in all the right places and her jeans were skin tight until they flared out fashionably at the bottom. Kagome Higurashi
He’d done all the research. He had seen all the pictures. He knew what she looked like. He knew what she did for a living. He knew she had been described as an amazing person with an aura unlike anyone else’s.
But seeing the real thing was so much better.
Shaking his head furiously, he glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes…. He smiled at the pleasantly ticking watch and sauntered off to his left towards the bar. Hey why not? He still had fifteen minutes. And he needed something until his time was up and he could apprehend the girl.
He had to admit: she had an awesome voice. After living for seven hundred some odd years, he had developed a severe taste in music. Kagome was definitely singing his tune.
He grinned and plopped down on a stool in front of the neon-lighted bar where a bartender was absently polishing a glass. Inu-Yasha rapped his knuckles on the counter to get his attention.
The bartender jumped and yelled over the music, “ What’ll ya have!?” He set the glass on the bar a low clink, and leaned forward with an expectant smirk.
“Cran Razz with an extra splash of Vodka!” Inu-Yasha yelled back, trying hard not to let his eyes stray to the stage. The bartender eyed him conspicuously to see if he was serious. Inu-Yasha glared right back, narrowing his eyes.
At home, he generally just drank what ever was around. On the rare occasions when he got to leave the mansion, he had a woman’s taste in drinks.
Determined to distract himself, Inu-Yasha traced patterns on the counter with his finger tips. Sometimes, when he was in public, people would ask him why he had four joints in his fingers. Most of the time, he would just tell them that his mom ate too much tuna before he was born and it resulted in a birth defect. They wouldn’t ask more questions after that.
Some people would take pity on him. He hated it when people took pity on him, even for a false reason. It made him feel weak and misunderstood.
The bartender took that moment to slam his burgundy colored drink onto the counter, looking at Inu-Yasha expectantly. Realizing that he’d have to pay for his drink, Inu-Yasha fished around in his pocket and pulled out a random bill.
“ Keep the change.” He said roughly not bothering to care about what bill he had given the bartender. He infinite amounts of money anyway.
“Sir…” The bartender said, sounding slightly perturbed. “This is a hundred thousand yen…”
“Keep the change.” Inu-Yasha stated again and downed the rest of his drink. He glanced down his nose at his black watch. Five more minutes….
Unconsciously, he started to worry his lower lip between his teeth. Swiveling around in the bar stool, he allowed himself to cast a glance at the raven-haired girl on stage. She swished around, her hair flying wildly as she flew to beat of her music.
Jumping from the bar stool, Inu-Yasha walked casually down the staircase nearest to him and started pushing people out of the way. He had to get to the glitter-toned stage in order to fulfill his mission with any vigor.
He ignored shouts of pain, compliant, and annoyance as he wormed his way through the hordes of glamorous people. One angered and drunk woman, tossed her drink at him, splashing him with vodka. This is why he didn’t go out of the mansion very often.
Finally, he reached the stage and began bobbing his head mechanically to the beat of the drums. The music wound down, and Kagome leaned forward to speak into the microphone.
“Thanks for coming to Club Citron! You guys are an awesome crowd!” she said, giving them all a tantalizing smile. Inu-Yasha froze when her midnight blue orbs grazed over him. The lights went down a split second afterward and he suddenly felt chilly. Drunken cheers erupted from the crowd in earsplitting volume. This was his chance.
Inu-Yasha slid quietly through the sweaty bodies, going unnoticed this time. He slunk behind the stage and breathed a sigh of relief. But, now was the hard part. His mission was to apprehend the girl and take her back to the mansion. He had taken days to set this up perfectly.
He crawled stealthily behind the curtains, and emerged backstage where Kagome was wiping sweat off her face and talking animatedly to a another girl from the band. She had a bright and infectious grin, and her back tilted back as she let out a joyous laugh.
They talked for a few more moments and as soon as the other girl left, Kagome turned away from him and bent over to pick of an armful of cords, showing him her very nice backside. Maybe this’ll be easier than I thought…, he thought with a devilish grin.
Inu-Yasha sauntered up the young woman with his hands behind his back He tapped her politely on her bare shoulder. Mistake.
She whirled around so fast, even he couldn’t see and back-handed him right across the face. He could feel the cartilage in his nose breaking as he swayed on the spot.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else!” She exclaimed in exasperation. She laid a hand on his lean-but-muscular arm. “Are you alri-” She stopped herself as she saw the blood coming his nose. Oh dear god, I broke his nose…, she thought helplessly as the hot guy in front of her stared at her in complete shock.
She broke my nose! He had read up on her schedule and talents. He didn’t think to look up her personality. He no idea she was gonna be this feisty.
Kagome ushered him onto a folding chair. “Tilt your head back.” She ordered. Finally, his personality complex kicked in.
“Why should I listen to you!? You broke my nose!” Inu-Yasha said indignantly, putting his angry face inches from hers. But he didn’t expect her to fight back.
“I said I was sorry, you ungrateful little bastard!” She yelled, baring her perfect, shiny, white teeth. “I’m in medical school! I know what I’m talking about. Now, tilt your head back!”
He was so completely taken aback at her argument, Inu-Yasha leaned back without question. He wondered incredulously why he forgot that she was in her third year of medical school. Training to become a doctor… To bad she wouldn’t become one.
“Good..” Kagome said. “Akiri! Get me the First Aid kit!” She called to an unknown someone supposedly within earshot.
Seconds later, a very flushed teenage girl came rushing into the room with a white box that had a red cross upon it. Kagome quickly turned to him and pulled out a series of bandages. She placed a white gauze pad underneath his nose and pressed it there gently.
“Again, I’m sorry about this. Out of the corner of my eye, you looked like my ex.” Kagome said sincerely.
“Hey no problem.” He said politely back. “Sorry for snapping at you.” His nose was completely healed now. He was just duping her up so he could gain her trust first, then knock her out.
She removed the gauze pad, as he had stopped bleeding. That’s odd…, she thought. Usually, people bled more after getting their nose broken. She shrugged dismissing it absently. She leaned forward and started to clean the blood off the bottom of his nose and his upper lip.
“So…What’s your name?” She asked casually, putting her hands on her hips.
Inu-Yasha grinned in a confident manner. “Inu-Yasha…” He said without thinking. He realized his mistake at once. “I mean- That’s my-my, my uh…GANG name!” to his immediate surprise, she laughed.
“Yeah right! Gang… Ha!” She said haughtily. “And my grandmother’s the queen of France.” He smiled mentally. She thought it was a joke.
“Come closer and I’ll tell you my real name.” Inu-Yasha said raising an eyebrow. She also raised an eyebrow, but leaned forward, nonetheless. “My real name is…” he began beguilingly. “Good night.” He pressed the space in between her collar bone and her shoulder hard, his claws almost piercing her skin.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she slumped forward onto his lap. Checking to make sure no one else was around, he hoisted the slack girl unto his shoulder and walked out of backstage.
The bouncer eyed him suspiciously as he walked out the door into the rain. He decided to clarify.
“She’s my girlfriend.” He told the bouncer. The bouncer nodded knowingly and gave him a very forced smile.
“Have fun tonight.” He said with that grating Swedish accent.
“You too…” Inu-Yasha muttered underneath his breath. He walked around the side of temple and into a cramped and dank-smelling alleyway.
There, sitting in that alleyway, was his pride and joy. His gorgeous 67 black Mercedes, sat in the rain. Inu-Yasha frowned as he realized that his baby would have several water spots on it.
Opening up the car, he tossed Kagome gently into the back seat, and climbed in the driver’s. Turning the ignition, he pealed out of the alley into the night.
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With Kagome over his shoulder, and his car keys in his hand, Inu-Yasha carefully crept into the gothic, gaudy mansion quietly. He knew everyone was asleep at this hour. Everyone except for his brother anyway.
He made his way across the Persian rugs that littered the floor of the main hall and walked toward the gaunt, mahogany, spiral staircase. He constantly looked over his shoulder to make sure Sango didn’t jump out and scare the shit out of him. She had had an annoying tendency to do that.
He arrived in the gilded hall that was lined with creepy mirrors. Walking down it, he got shivers every few minutes or so. He hated this mansion at night. Inu-Yasha rushed into his brother’s office were he was, of course, pacing back and forth, muttering something incoherent every few seconds.
Inu-Yasha cleared his throat and put an accomplished smirk upon his handsome face. Sesshomaru’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“You got her.” Sesshomaru said, clarifying more to himself than to anyone else.
“Well of course I got her you oaf! I ALWAYS complete my missions!” Inu-Yasha said, even though it wasn’t always true.
“Oh, shut up. And set her down somewhere!” Sesshomaru said getting excited.
Damn…, Inu-Yasha thought, Girl must be pretty important for Sesshomaru to get excited about it.
He not-so-gently flung Kagome into one of the plush, dark-red armchairs in the corner of the office, while he plunked down in the window seat, waiting for his brother to begin ranting.
“Be careful with her! She’s important!” He rushed over to make sure she wasn’t damaged and frowned when he saw Inu-Yasha’s claws marks on her neck. “What did you do? Strangle her!?”
“Oh, shut up. I handled her quite well. She’s here. She’s alive. Just… unconscious.” He snatched one of the candies off the table to his right and popped it in his mouth, flinging the wrapper over his shoulder.
Sesshomaru blinked a few times and then brushed non-existent dust of his white and straightened his tacky tie. “Very well then.” He said, nearly twitching at the sight of the candy wrapper on the floor. “I leave her in your care then.”
Inu-Yasha nearly choked on the candy. “W-what!?” He exclaimed, shoving the candy towards the front of his mouth with his tongue before he swallow it whole. “Oh, no! You said I just had to get her out of the club and back here.” He crossed his arms, wrist over wrist, with his fingers together and pointing straight up. “There is no fucking way I’m gonna be her baby-sitter.”
Sesshomaru sighed heavily. “I thought you might say that.” He sauntered over and pushed some hair out of Kagome’s face. “You are the only one I trust enough to protect her. If I assigned a human to her, then they probably wouldn’t be able to protect her and she’d end up dead.” He gave his brother an empathic look. “ If assigned her one of our demon thugs, they’d probably eat her to gain her spiritual power. That’s why I’m assigning her to you. You’re a half-demon. You’ve got the strength-”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t remind me. I’ll be her body guard. Jeez…” Inu-Yasha said, cutting him off.
He sucked on the candy nosily as he rolled his eyes and hoisted himself off the window seat. “So, do you want me to keep her in my quarters?” He asked, clapping his bother on the shoulder blade. His brother eyed him with scrutiny.
“If you can keep your hands off her…” Sesshomaru said callously, rolling his eyes slightly. “I swear… the way you have with women-”
“Shove off! I’ll keep her my quarters.” Inu-Yasha hoisted the limp girl off the back of the arm chair. “I’m leaving now, you ass hole.”
He gripped the ornate handle of the French doors, his knuckles turning a sickly color of white. He opened the door with un-necessary force, sending it crashing against the wall behind it. “I’ll be in my room, if you need anything you dip shit.” He said with thick sarcasm.
Sesshomaru flinched as the door slammed, shaking in it’s frame. He shuffled over to his desk and sat down primly in his velvet office chair.
“Well, that went surprisingly well…” He mumbled to himself absently, as he propped his feet on the oak desk.
He let his eyes wander over the grandeur of his office before they settled on the candy wrapper on the floor. His eye began twitching uncontrollably.
Damn…
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Inu-Yasha stomped down the hallway angrily, grumbling to himself. Kagome’s hair swayed side to side against his back, making it itch.
Damn woman…, he thought venomously. He could’ve sent Kagra, but NO. And then he pisses me off in the end. Bastard…
He growled deep in his chest at these thoughts, and started ascending the spiral stair case up to the second floor of the tower where he spent his life. The tower was a detached part of the household, because it belonged entirely to Inu-Yasha. There were no windows, (although there were drafts coming from somewhere….) and the door to it was found at the end of a long hallway on the east side of the building.
Inu-Yasha wrenched open the door to his room- probably waking anyone who was asleep in the hall bedrooms at the time- and slammed it shut without even a backward glance.
Greeted by a sudden darkness, he grunted and flicked on the light. He glanced quickly around his large, circular room (which quite resembled a prettied-up dungeon at the time) to check for anything out of place.
Miroku had an annoying tendency to steal his ipod when he was away.
As soon as he assured himself that his ipod was sitting safely in it’s docking station, he breathed a sigh of relief. His anger at Sesshomaru was temporarily vanished as he carelessly dumped Kagome on the king-sized bed. His eye twitched ever so slightly at the sight her on his bed.
She was in a rather compromising position. Her arms were spread out at her sides and her legs were bent at odd angles on the coverlet of his bed. He smirked slightly at the thought of some un-conscious girl on his bed. Miroku would probably laugh too.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Hopefully I don’t die before the third chapter is up.