InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Impoverished Heir ❯ Rude Awakenings ( Chapter 2 )

For Inuskye and Inugrrl specifically. Thanks for the support! A/u specialize in `cross-over'-ing the fantasy elements and names to a strictly modern world. How you fit it in is half the fun, but have a little faith. It was based in a fantasy past for a reason and I may incorporate some of those elements more directly.

 

Disclaimer: Penpaninu does not claim to own Inuyasha, nor is getting paid to write this. Does claim to be inu however.

 

“Impoverished Heir” chapter two

Rude Awakenings

 

Inuyasha's eyes slowly slit open and he yawned. The first thing he noticed was the fact he was vertical, propped up against the wall, and second, that it was almost time to get ready for work. He swallowed the sudden panic when he saw he had twenty more minutes, and closed his eyes for more sleep.

Then he noticed the warm bare leg against his foot and his eyes sprang open again.

 

The woman was still there! Inuyasha scrubbed weariness from his eyes and knelt by her side. She seemed to be sleeping okay. The bruises on her face and head worried him, but he didn't know what else to do aside from sit by her. She could wake if he touched her again, and he didn't know what she would do. From her eyes, he had essentially kidnapped her from the street. Sure the suit had started this path of no return, but Inuyasha wasn't sure if she would beat the crap out of him, or file a lawsuit. Or maybe a bit of both.

 

Still…. she was so beautiful…. Inuyasha couldn't believe he was so hard up for attention that he would be thinking that. But the woman's beauty could not be denied. She was quite the looker, and looked so vulnerable laying in his half unrolled futon. Inuyasha carefully slid his cell out of his pants pocket and checked for messages. Sango left one already and Miroku's crowed about his fine evening. Inuyasha sighed and swept a hand through his tousled bangs. Couldn't Miroku just devote his attentions to Sango alone? She was really troubled by it! He mumbled an obscenity for his friend and looked down at his guest.

 

She didn't look to be opening her eyes anytime soon, so Inuyasha sighed, untied his ponytail, and tugged his dress shirt off. And that's when fate decided to jab at him again and the woman woke.

The first thing Kagome noticed was the naked upper torso of a young man she didn't know and she reacted as such to a foreign environment she didn't know how she got to. She screamed and loudly.

 

“Whoa!” Inuyasha winced and knelt down on one hand. “Whoa, lady, chill out! Hey, calm down!”

Kagome only shrieked louder in panic as he advanced upon her. She grabbed up items that she could reach at her side, and flung them against her would-be pursuer.

 

“Where am I?? Don't you come near me! Help!” Kagome yelped. Inuyasha winced as Sango's fancy tea set crashed against his bare chest and shoulders and he tried to catch the china before they broke upon the tatami mats. No such luck, his coordination was clumsy with lack of rest, and with panic at the woman's shrieking decibels. Really, couldn't she shut up?? He had rescued her!

 

“You're…. In… my… place! Dammit, woman, stop breaking my stuff!” Inuyasha swore. Kagome paused to take a deep breath, and she and Inuyasha froze, panting and assessing the other and the whole situation.

“Why did you kidnap me?” Kagome asked in a somewhat low tone. Inuyasha gawked openly at her in shock.

 

“KIDNAP you! Why did you start freaking out! You're breaking my cups!” Inuyasha griped. Thanks for teaching me to be a gentleman, Pop. All it got me was a broken head almost!

Kagome shook her head, hugging her chest. She was still clothed, so thank kami for small favors.

“How else did I end up here?? I certainly have never seen you before in my life! And what are you shaking your head at??” Kagome shrieked in rising anger when Inuyasha looked flabbergasted and genuinely put-off.

 

“We certainly HAVE met before! Think back, you were just knocked about by this suit, but I saw you at the newsstand! And Pop didn't teach me to lie, so yes, we HAVE met at least once before your friend tried to take advantage of you!” All of this in one scream. Kagome stared at him in shock and touched the side of her head.

 

“It hurts…” she whispered, quieting down. Inuyasha sighed, the muscles in his lean chest standing out noticeably.

“That's what I've been trying to tell you! You were out of it when I came upon you. Just…couldn't leave you there, you know?” Inuyasha grumbled. “Women…”

 

Kagome frowned again, wanting to laugh almost at the whole absurd situation. “Stop calling me that, I know what I am. My name is Kagome. Ka-go-me. You got that, samurai?”

 

“What? Oh the long hair….” Inuyasha grumbled. He swept his mane over his bare shoulder and crossed his arms. “I'm Takahashi Inuyasha. Got a last name, Ka-go-me?”

 

“Takahashi?” Kagome asked with sudden recognition, and Inuyasha could have slapped himself in the face. Why the heck did he say that? Now she really wouldn't leave him alone! And a glance at his small alarm clock heralded that he had ten minutes before he had to get ready to go out the door for work. Inuyasha touched his brow, feeling the starts of a headache come on.

 

“Yeah… well… there's been some stuff in the papers and….” Inuyasha grumbled. Kagome held her head and winced.

“Oh hey, hang on a second,” Inuyasha mumbled. He stooped and collected a mug that was still whole and slid out his front door into the hallway. Kagome immediately heard an argument manifest as some neighbor woman started shrieking at the half-dressed man.

 

“What is the meaning of waking all of us up with your drunken floozies?? You are the worst, keeping your neighbors up and then disrupting the peace AGAIN!….”

Kagome pulled her blouse closer together, shocked at that outburst. It sounded like that Inuyasha had put up quite a scene to get her indoors!

She shouldn't have worried for the next outburst was from Inuyasha himself and it was more scathing.

 

“I don't want to HEAR IT from YOU! You keep ME up with your stupid men every hour of the night and MORNING! And she is NOT drunk, she is NOT a floozy, and you will NEVER yell at me about noise when you make far worse! Get out of my way already!”

 

Inuyasha slid back inside, red in the face and bearing a mug of water from the sink. He poured it into a bowl and dipped a clean washcloth inside.

“Here…press this against your brow. You'll get a headache,” he said, his gaze low. Kagome watched him in astonishment and almost laughed.

 

“Thanks…for rescuing me, Inuyasha. No one has ever done anything so sweet for me before…. You're a real gentleman,” she said, pure contrition in her apology. Inuyasha looked down blushing as he handed her the damp washcloth.

 

“Got a last name now?” he asked quietly. Kagome dabbed the bruise on her brow.

 

“Higurashi Kagome. I guess it's now a pleasure to…. Oh no,” she swore. Inuyasha pulled his WacDonald's shirt out of his backpack, still packed up from the night before, and tugged it on. Kagome almost felt sorry to see his muscles disappear behind such an absurd striped shirt.

“What is it?” Inuyasha asked. He picked up his comb from across the room and swept it through his mane.

 

“The `suit' you attacked last night is my boss! I hope I have a job to go back to!” Kagome moaned. Inuyasha shook his head, fired up even further at the news.

 

“Your boss tried to get on you like that??” he growled. Kagome nodded.

“He wouldn't fire me, I hope he wouldn't…I guess I should hope for the best,” she said uneasily.

Inuyasha shook his head. “Where do you work, Kagome?”

 

“Ookami Law Firm. It's on East 11th streeth,” Kagome informed. Inuyasha knelt down on one knee, his gaze serious.

“You need someone to go with you and straighten things out, so I will. Your boss shouldn't be taking advantage of someone like you,” he swore. Kagome blushed bright red.

 

“I go in at eight o clock… how about you? WacDonalds?” Kagome asked in genuine surprise. The son of Takahashi Inutaisho worked at a burger joint? Inuyasha crossed his arms across his chest and scowled.

 

“Hey, I don't tell you my life story, and you get my help, okay?” he groused. Kagome nodded, trying not to put him off.

“Deal. Just one thing….”

 

“What is it, Miss Higurashi?”

 

“Don't call me that, it's Kagome. Let me buy you breakfast.”

 

“What?? I have to get to work or I'm out of a job too!”

 

“Okay, well here are the directions to Ookami…” Kagome couldn't begin to explain why she felt sad that this young man wasn't coming in with her right away. She could only hope he would keep his word.

 

“I shall arrive after my shift,” Inuyasha promised. “Just… try not to let that suit touch you.”

 

“You don't have to tell me twice…”

 

* * * *

 

Upon escorting Higurashi Kagome to a nearby subway station, Inuyasha barely had two minutes to dash back up onto the street and down to his bus stop before he would be late for work. He paused to sit briefly as the large bus chugged and toiled down the Tokyo street to his greasy destination and tried to catch his breath. He wanted to berate himself for sticking his neck out so far, because it was going to be a mess to fit in going to Ookami Law firm after or during his Wacdonald's shift. Inuyasha groaned and buried his face in his palms.

 

His cell phone beeped a cheery anime tune that Sango had downloaded so Inuyasha popped it out. He still had a few blocks to go.

 

“Yash here,” he groused.

“Yash my man! Sup, man, you sound terrible!” Miroku's voice drifted through loudly. An old woman scowled at the young man and Inuyasha shrugged apologetically. He slouched in his seat, balancing his backpack between his knees.

 

“Had quite a night. And don't get the wrong idea!” Inuyasha snapped as Miroku started to snicker.

“Dare I even ask! So who was she?” Miroku ribbed him. Inuyasha touched a bruise one of Sango's teacups made on his shoulder and sighed.

“Someone in trouble. Hey, where'd you go last night? Sango left a text message this morning,” he asked. Miroku groaned on the other line.

 

“Miroku? What'd you do this time?” Inuyasha growled. His heart tore for Sango as Miroku spoke next.

“I got Sango to go to the club with me. And things were going great! She was all into me, and I thought, tonight I'd tell her, and who knows where we could have gone?”

 

Inuyasha waved one hand, silently commanding his friend to advance in the information.

 

“Then Akira comes along and well, it was a mess from that point on,” Miroku groaned. “Sango started yelling at me, and Akira didn't care, and then Sango hit me and left. What gives, man? I didn't want to hurt her! It just happened.”

 

Inuyasha swallowed his rising ire and clucked his tongue. “Well, Miro, you gotta lay off all the other girls even if you think you're all hot stuff. I mean it! Sango's the kind of girl who will always stick by you, friend or no friend. And she really cares about you! You better stop hurting her!”

 

The old woman cleared her throat obnoxiously again and Inuyasha slouched so low the small of his back touched the bottom of the chair. His long legs pressed high on the seat before him.

 

“I know, Inuyasha!” Miroku almost whined. Inuyasha exhaled noisily, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “I love her, I really do. I just…what if I give all of myself to only her and she drops my heart?”

 

“Miro….” Inuyasha clenched one fist and took a deep breath.” You gotta try. I know Pop never told me to put all my eggs in one basket, but in this case, it's what you have to do. Show Sango you mean it and want only her. She may surprise you.”

Inuyasha half-listened to his friend comment on that and gain moral support as he remembered the time he and his other best friend had this similar conversation only slightly altered. He couldn't count how many times he had to console Sango when she cried over Miroku's unintended insensitivity. They had drunk together at some of those times, but it was before Miroku came into the picture that they had fooled around so Inuyasha knew to keep his hands off his best friend when she cried over their priest's son.

 

Inuyasha let Miroku go and climbed off the bus to get to the underside arches. He clocked in, washed up, and went about his duties. While his hands worked to make hash browns and fries, his mind fervently worked out a plan to get out of work early so he could find Ookami firm and help Miss Higurashi…. or Kagome that is. Inuyasha spotted a box of ketchup packets and grinned to himself.

 

“Ma'am? I'm not feeling so good,” Inuyasha complained. The manager looked up from her desk as Inuyasha leaned in trying to keep up the appearance of his statement. Her eyes slowly scanned the lithe man up and down perhaps a little too closely. Inuyasha half-glazed his vision and tried to go cross-eyed for good measure.

“You don't look too bad, Takahashi. Perhaps a ten minute break?” she suggested going back to paperwork already. This was bad. If Inuyasha didn't do something drastic, she wouldn't let him go early. He clenched two packets of ketchup in his fist and mocked a large faux pas sneeze.

 

“Wah!” Inuyasha wailed as he bent over, his face in his hands. His nimble fingers broke the packets and smeared the contents into his nose. He pocketed the spent packets when he bent back up. When the manager looked back to him, her eyes widened and Inuyasha had to bite his lip to keep from grinning at her expression.

“You don't look so good after all, Takahashi!” she exclaimed. Her eyes studied his apparently bloodied nose. “You really should see a doctor if you're having nosebleeds like that!”

 

Inuyasha moaned and demurred his way out of WacDonalds and kept going once he was on the street. Stopping in the work place to change into his dress shirt would have given him away, so Inuyasha ducked into a diner down the street to use the wash room and make himself up. Being his father's son, he was no stranger to fine establishments and dressing up accurately when visiting them, and he figured his striped fast food shirt wouldn't cut it. Besides, only a few hours at the greasers had plastered his hair to his brow again. Inuyasha took the time to comb his hair and tie it back. Hopefully he didn't look too ragtag now for a law firm.

 

With that hope in mind, the longhaired young man made his way to East 11th Street and hunted down the Ookami Law Firm to aide one Higurashi Kagome. His footsteps carried him into the tall building quickly, feeling the woman would need his help and soon. He couldn't fathom how he knew it, but he did. Inuyasha pushed the strap of his backpack up higher and jogged into the revolving doors.

 

 

* * * *

 

The morning had been going well so far. Kouga had stayed inside his large office, leaving Kagome at her desk to keep at her work. She found herself sweating slowly as she typed, taking small glances towards the oaken double doors. Kouga had every reason not to be happy with her, but she hoped he would forget the whole evening. Kagome shook her head softly and bit her lower lip as she worked. She was sure Kouga wouldn't forget having touched the smooth skin of her thigh in the restaurant, or his attempts outside before her savior had put a stop to his affections.

 

Inuyasha, a son of Takahashi Inutaisho. Kagome had no doubt the Takahashi bred gentlemen, but everything about Inuyasha spoke of different origins. His eyes flashed anger, his words were harsh, and he had beaten Kouga up like a common street punk. Was he really the son of Inutaisho? Or was he from a lesser-known branch of the well-known family? Kagome couldn't bother to linger on his name when she wanted to remember the heat in his dark eyes and the softness of his long dark hair. Would he even show up? He barely knew her.

`But he saved me…' Kagome thought. She shook her head. The kami wouldn't just drop a kind young man into her lap or at least without a price. She shouldn't get her hopes up. Stay the straight and narrow path and all that. Kagome couldn't help feeling crushed about getting rid of a possibility. If he showed up that is. Kagome didn't know how long she had until Kouga confronted her.

 

“Oh good morning Ookami-san!” Kouga's secretaries chirped in unison outside and Kagome sat up straight and tall. She almost visibly sagged in relief when Kouga didn't miraculously reappear without leaving his office and Ookami Senior walked around the corner towards her. Kagome had taken a liking to the founder of the law firm from the start and was as fond of him as he was of her. He was a stooped old man with deep lines in his face and sparkling kind eyes. His hair had peppered to silver and his hands shook when he spoke with conviction and Kagome personally enjoyed working closely with him when she had started. Ookami Senior moved and behaved like a retired wolf but he was a dear wolf if he was at that. Kagome only wished he had given her internship over to anyone other than his son.

 

“Good morning Ookami-san,” Kagome murmured, rising from her seat to bow respectfully. Ookami senior waved one gnarled hand and murmured an affirmation in response.

Kagome-kun, I was hoping you could clear a matter up for this old one,” Mr. Ookami asked kindly. Kagome felt her heart fluttering deep in her breast and saw her career flash before her eyes.

 

“What would that be, Ookami-san?” she asked politely. Mr. Ookami smiled and patted her shoulders softly.

“My son came to me this morning to request a new intern. I have witnessed only the best of work from you, Kagome-kun, and my son has a habit of getting rid of what he no longer thinks he requires,” Mr. Ookami commented, the lines at the corners of his tired eyes crinkling. Kagome nodded.

 

“I understand, Ookami-san…” Kagome began but the old wolf only smiled.

“You haven't heard the rest of the puzzle, my dear,” he chuckled, patting her shoulder. “Why would my son try to get rid of the best intern I've seen in years a morning where he looks like he's been into something rough last night?”

 

Kagome gasped, her eyes widening. Had Inuyasha hurt him so noticeably? She was going to lose her job for sure! “Ookami-san, I can explain…”

“Thank you, Kagome-kun. You know I value honesty where I can find it,” Mr. Ookami said softly. He took her hand and tugged her to her feet. “Shall we ask my son together, you and I?”

 

Kagome felt her heart drop into her shoes, down into the carpet and to another floor below. This had to be one of the worst things that had happened to her in awhile but Ookami-san had no way of knowing her discomfort. He was only trying to look out for his son and a woman he respected. Kagome licked her dry lips as the senior Ookami knocked on Kouga's door and opened it.

The younger Ookami looked up from his desk, his dark hair tousled into his eyes. Kagome thought he looked all right at first glance, but closer up she could make out the outlines of a black shine around one accusing eye. His mouth pulled angrily, showing darker splotches of bruising. Kagome swallowed, seeing a future at Wacdonalds in her future. Ookami senior came around his son's desk and tilted his chin up, his tired eyes sad.

 

“Son, what did exactly happen to you last night? You failed to mention earlier,” he said. Kagome's heart thudded at the parental concern in her boss' voice. Her affirmation of him being a good man shot up even further. She could remember her own father asking her quite a similar question with that same gentle tone.

Kouga snorted and swept a hand through his dark bangs. His eyes flashed anger towards Kagome and he shook his head. Kagome was surprised he was showing this restraint when he usually spoke what was on his mind and then some, no matter how appropriate it was or not. “That's okay, Dad. I just had a….” here he paused and caught Kagome's eyes, “Disagreement about something.”

Kagome swallowed.

 

“Whatever it is, it wouldn't warrant sending Kagome-kun elsewhere, would it?” Ookami senior asked politely. Kouga gave a disgusted sigh and then smirked. Kagome's heart sank further.

“Of course not, Dad. I can keep her alright,” he said almost cheekily. Kagome watched him warily as he rose from his desk and prowled around the side towards her.

 

“Well that's nice,” Ookami senior said happily as the intercom buzzed. “Yes?”

“Mr. Ookami, there's a call for you sir. Shall I patch them to your office?”

 

“No, that's all right, I'll take it here,” Mr. Ookami suggested. As he gave his full attention to the phone, Kouga looked over his shoulder and smirked.

 

“What have you to say about last night, Kagome-kun?” Kouga asked, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. Kagome instantly hated the way he used the suffix Ookami senior used to address her.

“What do you mean, Kouga-san? You know how our work relationship should go,” she suggested. Kouga shook his head and leaned against the wall, his arm propping him up over her.

 

“Where did you go after my little accident last night, Kagome? I hope you got home okay….”

 

Kagome slapped one of the lawyer's hands as it tried to descend to her neckline. “Stop it, Kouga-san. We're not like that,” she said lowly. Her heart thudded strongly. Kouga chuckled and tapped one finger underneath her chin.

“Dad wants me to keep you so desperately. I think there should be a reason for me to keep you working for me.”

 

Kagome wanted to smack the expression off his face. “I told you no, Kouga-san!”

 

Kouga gripped her elbow tightly. “I think you may want to reconsider…”

 

“Young man, you can't go in there, you need an appointment!” One of the secretaries called on the other side of the door. A young man laughed and the doors flew open. Kouga looked up, his eyes narrowing at the intruder. Mr. Ookami was still on the phone, but he was watching now. Kagome turned and her lips pulled back into a wide smile.

 

Takahashi Inuyasha was there, looking rather unkempt in a second-hand dress shirt and slacks, his hair loosely tied back. And he was scowling sternly at Ookami junior. Kouga's hand tightened on Kagome's elbow as if to challenge him and he was not disappointed when Inuyasha sauntered in cockily to meet him halfway.

 

“Inuyasha, you made it,” Kagome found herself saying. Inuyasha's dark eyes settled on her and he calmed slightly.

“Are you all right, Kagome? He hasn't tried anything funny has he?” he asked conversationally. Kouga barked a laugh.

 

“Young man, I'm afraid the field trip has already come in here today,” he said condescendingly. Inuyasha's eyebrow twitched noticeably.

“Sorry?” he asked. He was giving the suit a chance to bow out gracefully and he did not take it. Pity.

“If you want a job here one day, be sure to study hard. I'm sure our law firm offers internships to the needy and destitute,” Kouga continued casually. Kagome groaned under her breath.

 

Inuyasha shook his head almost sadly and clicked his teeth together. “I'd shut up if I were you, unless you want another black eye,” he commented. Kouga scowled, his fingertips tracing the shiner around his angry gaze.

“That was you?? Oh kid, you don't know who you're messing with,” Kouga promised. His dark eyes promised retribution in kind.

Inuyasha laughed and gently took Kagome's arm, pulling her behind him. It felt rather good to help out a hopefully new friend. It was doubly worth it to see the suit's face contort in anger like a spoiled child. He reminded him of his older brother on his particularly fouler moods.

 

“If you don't leave Kagome alone, you know you'll fear the name of Takahashi Inuyasha,” Inuyasha growled. Kouga grabbed his collar and jerked him close and Inuyasha's hands dug into his wrist.

“Why you stinking loser…”

“LOSER!”

“WHAT is going on here?” Ookami Senior's voice cracked like a whip. Kagome bowed towards him and waited the outcome gravely. Inuyasha only leered in the old wolf's direction and nodded.

“How are you doing, old timer? I just came to settle a score with this one here,” Inuyasha greeted him happily. Kouga scowled and shook the smaller man harshly.

 

“Watch your mouth when you speak to my father!” he ordered.

“Kouga-san!” Kagome pleaded. Inuyasha shook his head.

“Sorry, old man, but your kid's a real shit you know,” Inuyasha commented. He batted Kouga's hand off his collar. Kagome wanted to laugh, but felt she shouldn't.

 

“I beg your pardon, young man?” Ookami senior asked almost politely. Inuyasha laughed. He almost liked him. Too bad his geniality didn't run in the family.

“Your son here tried to take advantage of Kagome last night. If I hadn't stepped in, I would fear for her safety,” Inuyasha said simply. Ookami senior's eyebrow raised clear up to his thinning hair. Kagome clutched Inuyasha's arm as Kouga turned to face his father.

 

“Dad, I can explain…”

 

“Oh I think you will.” Gone were the polite tones of an aging father. His voice cracked with authority and demanded respect. Kouga almost cowered before the brutalizing timbre.

 

“He attacked me, Dad!” Kouga whined. Ookami senior took his son's elbow in his shaking hand and pulled him to the large desk.

“Sit. Now.” He ordered. Kouga slouched down like a sulking child. His eyes shot daggers towards Inuyasha and Kagome. Inuyasha blew a kiss.

 

“Ookami-san, is there anything…” Kagome began fearfully but the old man raised one spotted hand. His smile was kind for her she noticed and her heart lightened.

 

“You may continue with your work, Kagome-kun. Take your friend with you,” he suggested. Kagome bowed and tugged on Inuyasha's arm when he tried to stay. She really had to pull to separate him from his staring war with the younger Ookami lawyer.

 

Kagome quietly shut the double doors and collapsed at her desk. “Oh kami, preserve me, I thought I was going to die in there!” she wailed. Inuyasha scuffed one ragged shoe on the carpet and sat at the edge of her desk.

 

“Are you okay, Kagome? It just looked like he was going to try something,” Inuyasha said. Kagome smiled, looking up at him through splayed fingers.

“You don't have to explain yourself. I've never had someone look out for me this way. I guess I'm not used to it,” she smiled. Inuyasha grinned, glad that she was out of harm's way and trouble.

“Well it's a good thing your boss' father is a great judge of character,” he commented. Kagome nodded and Inuyasha's eyes dimmed. Ookami was a name that sounded familiar to him. Perhaps his own old man had used the senior founder in the old Enterprise of his family name.

 

Inuyasha shook the cobwebs from his mind when Kagome asked him something. “I'm sorry, what were you saying, Kagome?” he asked. He found he rather liked the small blush darting across the older woman's cheeks when he referred to her in the intimate way without a suffix.

“Would you like to go out for lunch? As a thank you?” she asked softly. Inuyasha's lips parted and he all but gaped at the attractive intern. This was different, far different than the other times girls had tried to push the initiative to see and date him. Kagome meant it and she acted like she genuinely wanted to see him.

 

“Ah well…I already ate that,” Inuyasha said sheepishly. He pulled one hand out of his slacks pocket. Traces of ketchup from the packets and his stunt earlier stained his long fingers. Kagome wound up laughing, but it was happy and full of genuine mirth. Inuyasha had had enough laughter directed to him over the years to know which was attacking and which were not. His heart lightened considerably that Kagome's was not offensive at all.

 

“After work? Please, isn't there some way I can repay you?” Kagome asked. Inuyasha's groin tightened but he willed himself under control. The door was wide open but he wasn't sure if he should step through all the way.

“I would like that,” he said softly. He threw worries about his account out the window when Kagome's smile brightened. He would worry about that later.

 

End for now

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Penpaninu 3/12/06