InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ JOURNEY ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: All characters pertaining to the show InuYasha are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. I am not making any money from this...the only thing that I am getting out of this story is the satisfaction of knowing that other people enjoy my writing. All original characters are my creation and belong to me...as does the plot and storyline.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

It did not take them long to get set up for breakfast. Lisa did not show up for work, so Kagome ended up staying to cover for her. Kagome changed the date on the cash register to July 31st and wrote a note for Rose explaining that Lisa didn't show up for work, again.

 

“I'm taking a break,” Sango announced as she marched into the kitchen and handed Scott the orders. “It's twelve o'clock and I've been on tables all morning,” she griped to Kagome. “It's your turn, babe.”

 

Kagome took the order pad from Sango and ventured out into the dining room. There were twenty tables, most of them empty. Several black families sat over in one corner. It was Sunday, so Kagome figured that most of them had just come from church. Some Hispanic men were eating doughnuts at the bar. Five bikers sat at two tables near the door. Three Navaho men whom she recognized from the reservation were drinking coffee at a table to her left. The only customers left to be waited on were the bikers. She was a little nervous, so she took a deep breath and approached their tables.

 

“Can I take your orders?” She asked nervously.

 

“Relax,” one of them said. “We don't bite.” It was the same guy who had come in the night before and ordered burgers to go.

 

“I do,” one of them said as he snaked his arm around her waist.

 

Kagome nearly lost her breakfast when she caught a whiff of his breath. He reeked of alcohol and filth. She immediately jerked away from him and said, “Gross. I ain't on the menu, asshole.”

 

“Leave her alone,” the dark-haired one told her aggressor. Then he looked at her. “We'll have five of the #3 special.”

 

“I'll be back shortly,” she said as she turned to retreat into the kitchen. As she passed their table, one of the Navaho men pinched her on the bottom. Kagome turned and glared at him before she stormed into the kitchen.

 

“Did you get a good look at that ass?” one of the bikers asked the others.

 

“Yeah, I did,” one of them replied, “and if I had a swing like that on my back porch, I'd fall asleep in it.”

 

“Yeah,” another one replied, “she sure has a cute wiggle. The worst part about it is that she ain't even doing it on purpose.”

 

“No shit,” the first one replied. “That shake comes naturally.”

 

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About ten minutes later, Kagome came back into the dining room carrying three plates of food for the bikers. She went back into the kitchen to retrieve the other two orders. When she came back out, one of the Navaho men, a particularly overweight slob who reeked of stale whiskey and sweat, grabbed her and made her drop one of the trays. She turned to face him.

 

“You'll have to pay for that,” she informed him.

 

“Make me, baby,” he sneered as he blew her a kiss.

 

Kagome stomped her foot and walked away. She handed the other plate to her customer and apologized for the delay, assuring him that his food would be there quickly. Then she returned to clean up the mess. As she bent down to pick up the pieces of glass and food, the same Navaho man who had caused her to spill the food in the first place, started playing with her hair. She slapped his hand away, but that did not discourage him. As soon as she returned to cleaning, he was messing with her again. Finally, she got up and glared at him.

 

“Listen, Fat Boy,” she said as she jabbed her finger at his chest, “Keep your nasty hands off me. I ain't a toy for you to play with. Now if you touch me again, I guarantee, you'll regret it.” Then after having said her piece, she marched back into the kitchen.

 

 

Eventually, Kagome emerged from the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee and the last plate of food for the bikers. As she passed by them, one of the Navaho men purposely spilled his coffee all over the table.

 

“Oh waitress,” he smiled as he pointed at the mess, “I need some more coffee.”

 

“Just a minute,” she said to him as she handed the last biker his food. “What you need, is a bullet in your fat ass,” Kagome mumbled to herself, just loud enough for the bikers to hear. They all kind of chuckled as she walked away.

 

“Are you going to clean this up and give me some more coffee, or not?” he asked in a voice that sounded as if her were annoyed.

 

“Yeah, yeah,” Kagome said as she walked over to their table. She calmly poured more coffee into the empty cup. “Here you go,” she said as she turned to leave. One of them tossed a chunk of doughnut at her as she turned away. Kagome stopped to pull the food from her hair. Then she turned back to the table and proceeded to pour half of the coffee in the pot onto the center of the table. When they stood up to escape the coffee pouring over the edges of the table, Kagome decided to make a hasty retreat to the kitchen.

 

Fat Boy grabbed Kagome by the hair and threw her across the table, pressing her face into the spilled coffee. Then he took off his belt and swung it at her while the others held her down. When the leather made contact through her t-shirt, she gritted her teeth against the pain. It was a new experience for her. She had never been hit with a belt before, and it hurt.

 

Then, just as quickly as they had pulled her onto the table, Kagome pushed herself up and smashed the coffee pot and its contents into the side of Fat Boy's face, sending glass and hot coffee everywhere. One of the Navaho men punched Kagome in the stomach and then backhanded her. Kagome was sent sprawling backwards, hitting the back of her head on one of the tables where the bikers were trying to eat. Lights exploded behind her eyes and everything went blurry. Kagome blacked out as she hit the floor.

 

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Kagome was a little disoriented, but she realized that she was on the floor. One of the bikers was kneeling at her feet. He extended his hand to her and kind of smiled at her as he shook his head. It was the same guy she had run into at the theatre on the previous day. She was kind of embarrassed, so she looked down at the floor as he helped her to her feet. He took his other hand and tilted her chin up.

 

“Are you alright?” he asked as he looked into her eyes.

 

Kagome was not sure how to respond, for when he looked into her eyes, she had looked back. She had just looked into the most beautiful pair of golden eyes that she had ever seen. They seemed to look right into her soul. She had also seen something in his eyes: something wild and exciting, something dark and passionate, something dangerous and very possessive.

 

“Hey, are you ok?” he repeated as he gently shook her shoulder.

 

“I think so,” she replied shyly, turning her eyes to the floor. The biker tilted her chin back up to examine her face.

 

“Keep your greasy hands off our women,” Fat Boy told the biker.

 

The biker took Kagome's hand and stepped between them.

 

“I said to let go of her. We don't want your kind touching our women,” he repeated very loudly.

 

“Then maybe you should treat them better, fat ass,” the biker replied.

 

The fat Indian pushed the biker, but the biker refused to let go of Kagome's hand. The Indian pushed the biker again, but he still would not let go. Then one of the other bikers took her hand and led her back behind the counter. Once he saw that she was out of the way, the fair haired biker who had come to her rescue went after Fat Boy with a vengeance. Before long the others had joined the fight and things were getting nasty.

 

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It did not take long for it to end, though. The golden-eyed biker, who had offered his assistance, was dragging Fat Boy out the front door, followed closely by the others. The few patrons who remained, the ones who had not fled during the fight, were too shocked to say anything. Kagome followed everyone outside.

 

“Thank you,” she said shyly as the silver haired man walked up to her. He did not reply. She looked away, not daring to look into his eyes again as he examined her face. He walked over to his bike and took a bandana from his saddlebags and returned to her. He wet the tip with his mouth and then carefully cleaned the blood from the corner of her lip. Then he went back and sat down on his bike without ever saying a word.

 

The tall dark-haired biker took Fat Boy's wallet and took out two hundred dollars. Then he threw it back at him. The biker walked over to Kagome and handed her the money. She gratefully accepted it.

 

“This is for the damages,” he explained as he handed her the money. Then he took an additional fifteen dollars from his own wallet. “This is for our breakfast,” he told her, but he noticed that she was paying more attention to his tall brooding friend, who was now rearranging his saddlebags. “Hey,” he said, trying to avert her attention, “you should put some ice on your lip before it swells up. It would be a shame to put a bruise on such a pretty face.”

 

Kagome looked down as she felt her cheeks grow warm. Several of them chuckled at her reaction. The bikers all got on their motorcycles and pulled out onto the street. Kagome looked up and watched them ride up the street before she went back inside where Sango and Scott were trying to clean up the debris they left behind.

 

Rose came in a little after five o'clock. The diner had been straightened up for quite a while, but Rose noticed Kagome's lip. The girls explained what had happened, and although they protested vehemenently, Rose insisted on closing early. She sent everyone home.

 

“What's eating you?” Sango asked, noticing that Kagome was a bit distracted as they walked to the motel.

 

“Nothing,” Kagome replied.

 

“You're not a good liar. I know what's got you so bugged.”

 

“Oh yeah? What?”

 

“You're thinking `bout that good looking biker from this morning.”

 

“No I'm not.”

 

“Liar. You are too. Why else would your face be lit up like a damn Christmas tree?”

 

“Ok. Ok. So what if I am?”

 

“He was kind of cute, though.”

 

“Yeah, he was, but you know....his hair has to be the most unusual color...almost silver.”

 

That was where the conversation ended. As they walked past an appliance store window, they stopped to look at a live news bulletin being broadcast on one of the televisions in the window. A reporter was showing live coverage of a massive brushfire. It had already destroyed many homes near Cameron. One of the areas it had shown was where Sango had lived. It appeared that the fire was nearly under control, but it had already destroyed much. Kagome was relieved that it had not gotten too close to her grandfather's home. Neither on of the girls really wanted to know whether or not Sango's mother had been home when her house had caught fire. They walked the rest of the way home in silence.

 

They both took showers and went to bed. Sango fell asleep quickly, but sleep was no sanctuary for Kagome. Haunting visions of the golden-eyed stranger whose name she did not dare to ask plagued her dreams. In her dream, she was sitting on the side of a highway, surrounded by a vast, seemingly endless wilderness, alone. She was alone, and she had been crying, but she was not certain why. Towering trees surrounded her for as far as the eye could see. Shining mountains glittered over the treetops. An eagle flew overhead. As Kagome looked on the eagle circled down and landed in front of her. She blinked as lightning split the darkening sky. When she opened her eyes, before her was the silver-haired biker sitting atop his iron steed, with his hand reaching out for her. She looked into his eyes, and she was lost in them. His eyes were deep, fathomless pools of liquid fire the color of an eagle's feather being kissed by golden sunlight. She was drowning in a sweet tumult of emotions that his gaze awakened in her…

 

 

TBC...

 

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