InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into the Night ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Joe’s was a faded green diner car. It looked like it had been picked up by a tornado and set down in the middle of a big vacant field. It had been open twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, year in and year out for the past seventy years or so. The only dining spot for twenty miles, it was surrounded by a wide assortment of vehicles, the preponderance being rusted out pick-up trucks. Sesshomaru’s Dodge blended right in. As he shouldered his way through the glass door, he was hit by a wall of hot air, laden with the smell of greasy meat, onions, and French fries. This time of day, the counter was populated with old men. Half of them sported beat-up cowboy hats, the other half favored the trucker caps handed out by farm equipment companies. “Sesshy, boy!” “Hey, Sesshomaru, have a seat, my boy!”

Joe glanced up from his coffee cup. Daring to be different, he wore a greasy trucker cap asking the world ‘Where’s My Senior Discount?’ instead of an advertisement for John Deere tractors or the Cat logo. “Look, Sesshy’s all dressed up. You getting married, Sess?”

“Eternal blue neon,
We’re never closed.
When the world is asleep,
Darling come take a seat.
You can always eat at Joe’s”*

Joe was still spry at ninety years of age, but he had given up his place at the grill to his daughter, Rosie. Rosie leaned on the counter, bracing herself on her beefy arms. “What can I get for you, Sesshy? Raw meat?” Her adoring audience lined up on the little round stools cackled appreciatively.

“Something healthy for a human to consume. An omelette?” Sesshomaru wracked his brain, trying to come up with something Rosie could cook which he was willing to feed his pup. He wasn’t 100 percent certain Kagome was pregnant, but she had been fertile, so the chances were good. “With vegetables and ham. No onions.” The smell of grilled onions made him ill.

“Miguel ain’t gonna want no omelette, Sesshy. How ‘bout a big beef burrito, extra sauce.” Joe suggested, helpfully.

“It is not for Miguel.”

“Who’s it for then?”

“Miss Kagome.”

Rosie chipped in. “Miss Kagome ain’t gonna want no omelette, neither, Sesshy. Miss Kagome’s gonna want a double burger, American process cheese, and fries. You get her chili cheese fries on the side, that girl gonna love you, instead of that no good brother of yours.”

“Leave the boy alone, Rosie.” Joe cackled. “Get him his omelette. Ya want some milk to go with that, Sesshy?” The old man got up and grabbed a big Styrofoam cup.

“Milk would be good.”

They both ignored Rosie, who was muttering something about Miss Kagome and Coca-Cola** as she slung the makings of the omelette on the grill.

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Sango cranked the steering wheel and rolled to a stop in the parking lot. Kagome had changed into Sango’s school uniform in the back seat, smacking Miroku in the head every time he tried to sneak a peak. The three teens piled out and swarmed up the concrete steps of the diner, almost running over Sesshomaru, who was on his way out, carrying a big Styrofoam box and sixteen-ounce cup.

Sesshomaru normally could not tolerate the diner’s cramped booths, but since the close quarters forced Kagome to sit close by his side, his inner beast purred in contentment. Kagome was stuck watching Sango and Miroku digging into their big burgers and greasy fries, while she dutifully ate the omelette Sesshomaru had bought for her. Catsup helped. She drew the line at the container of milk, however, even when Rosie offered to pour it into one of the diner’s plastic glasses for her. Rosie smirked.

“Could you get me a Coca-Cola with lots of ice, please?” Kagome asked politely.

“You will drink the milk, Kagome.” Sesshomaru stated, firmly.

“I want a Coke, Sesshy. I’m really thirsty.”

Sesshomaru nuzzled the nape of her neck. Evaluating her scent. His big hand settled on her thigh, left bare by the short pleated skirt of Sango’s school uniform. Kagome felt her nipples harden at his touch, along with a strange tug in her belly.

“Too much sugar and caffeine. Coca-Cola would not be good for our pup.”

You could have heard a pin drop.





*“Eat at Joes” by Suzy Bogguss
**Coca-Cola is the property of The Coca-Cola Company.