InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ride On! ❯ Chapter 2

Mid-July, 2005

 

InuYasha's ears twitched as he growled angrily; could the person in front of him move any slower? He wanted off the kami-forsaken plane and he wanted off now. `The old bat is gonna have a heart attack and croak before we get off,' he groused.

 

Much to his pleasure, the old bat slipped back into the seats to grab something out of her carry-on bag; he pushed past her, shaking his head slightly and willing his ears to pop.

 

`I fucking hate planes,' he groaned, `If I ever have to get on another one, it'll be way too damn soon.'

 

It felt like hours before he got through customs and down to baggage claim; once there, he scented the air lightly. He hadn't seen the bastard in years, but he'd be hard-pressed to forget that scent… `There!' His ears twirled ahead of his body as he tried to shove his way over to the carousel that would bring him the rest of his baggage. It took InuYasha only a minute to find the silver head towering over everybody else; he headed in that direction quickly and then screeched to a halt.

 

Next to his asshole of a brother was a stunning young woman chatting earnestly at him in Japanese. Sesshoumaru seemed content to listen to her babbling, oddly enough; the asshole had never struck InuYasha as the type to put up with a blabbermouth...

 

`Maybe it's a girlfriend,' he thought. `Fan-fucking-tastic. Not only do I have to live with him, but I have to put up with him being all lovey-dovey.' The thought made him sick, quite frankly, and he was tempted to just turn around and lose himself in the crowd.

 

“Oh, is that him?” the girl shrilled, and InuYasha cringed as he heard his brother's affirmative rumble. He steeled himself and made his way over, ears still twitching rapidly. There were no hugs, no cheerful greetings; the two men glared at each other as if they wished nothing more than to hack each other to pieces.

 

“Hi!” The girl interrupted, holding her hand out. “I'm Kagome,” she added in Japanese. “Welcome to Michigan. You are?”

 

InuYasha glowered at the girl, twitching his nose slightly as her scent (remarkably clear of his brother's scent, InuYasha noticed in passing) caused something in him to shift…

 

Something he pushed right back to where it fucking belonged.

 

“InuYasha,” he said curtly, in English. “We're in fucking America, why aren't you fucking speaking English?”

 

Kagome blinked, cheeks turning pink and eyes flashing. “Well excuse me, jerk! I'm just trying to make you a bit more comfortable.”

 

“Ignore him,” Sesshoumaru interjected smoothly. “He is an imbecile.”

 

“Keh,” InuYasha spat. “I'm fuckin' tired… my body think it's like, twelve or thirteen hours later than it is, and if it's all the same, you can leave the happy girlfriend-boyfriend shit at the door.” InuYasha turned to level a fiery look at a scandalized woman who was covering her children's ears. He spun back just in time to catch a glimpse of the absolute disgusted look on the girl's… Kagome's, was it?

 

“Ewwww!” she shrieked, looking at Sesshoumaru as though he were some sort of bug. He cocked an eyebrow, as though unsure whether or not to be offended by her repulsion. “Him? Me? Happy…” She made a gagging noise, stopping to giggle at the now definitely disgruntled look on the older brother's face. “Sorry, Sesshoumaru, but you're just not my type-”

 

“And I am almost ten years your senior,” he reminded, “making you quite illegal.”

 

“Like that would stop you?” InuYasha muttered, eyes on the luggage that had begun to truck out. He just barely dodged his brother's fist, hissing as it clipped an ear. “What the fuck?!”

 

Sesshoumaru's face didn't give away his irritation; his flaring aura, though, did. “You would suggest I have so little honor as to take advantage of a young woman?”

 

Kagome missed whatever InuYasha muttered in response, and figured she was most likely thankful for it - he didn't seem to be the most friendly guy she'd ever met - but they were starting to draw a crowd and that was the last thing they needed.

 

“Knock it off,” Kagome hissed at Sesshoumaru. “Everybody's staring; you're making a scene.” InuYasha snickered until she turned on him, “And you. Watch your language! You're going to scar the children around here!”

 

She was kind of hot when she was pissed, InuYasha thought for a moment… before flushing and pushing that thought away, to join his musings on her scent. `I don't need this shit right now. I'm too tired to figure out what the fuck it means.' A welcome distraction appeared in the form of his suitcases; he grabbed them and turned back, obviously ready to go.

 

“I'm ready to sleep any time we want to get going.”

 

Closing his eyes for just a moment, as if resisting the urge to roll them, Sesshoumaru led the two teens to the parking lot. By the time they reached the car, InuYasha had realized one thing: Kagome didn't seem to ever shut up.

 

By the time they'd hit the expressway, InuYasha realized she had an opinion about everything. Almost half of them contradicted his own, and he'd been rather quick to set her straight. Or try to. He began to wonder if she argued just to be contrary.

 

He'd also come to the conclusion that he would very willingly sign away his life to stay in the car, wrapped in her scent… but blamed the momentary thought on his sleeplessness.

 

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He just. Kept. Arguing!

 

He was absolutely infuriating! Kagome had half a mind to turn around and purify him into powder. Sesshoumaru's `I-know-something-you-don't-know' look was starting to grate on her nerves, too. How he could look so calm when she was five seconds away from turning around and just-

 

`Deep breaths, girl.' She stared at him through the mirror tucked behind in the sun visor. InuYasha wasn't that bad… when his mouth was shut. Those ears were so cute! Of course, he was hanyou… but he hadn't made any moves to acknowledge her miko power at all. Maybe it ran in the family. Or maybe his human blood made him less sensitive?

 

Either way, there was no point in looking a gift horse in the mouth. Kagome was appreciative, and it certainly went a long way toward making her like him.

 

“Feh, you gonna stare at me all the way home, bitch?”

 

A loooong way… that he counteracted with every word out of his mouth!

 

Kagome had just taken a deep breath, with the intentions of attempting to blow out InuYasha's hearing, when Sesshoumaru interrupted smoothly. “Must you insist on using such foul language?”

 

“What the fuck do you care?”

 

Kagome blinked, and jumped to answer first. “Don't be rude! He's your brother!”

 

“And now, your legal guardian,” Sesshoumaru added, turning down a long dirt driveway. “Anything you do reflects on me.”

 

Kagome shook her head. “Wow, what brotherly love you two share.” She sighed. “Souta and I may not be super-close, but we still care about each other.”

 

“Feh,” InuYasha blew her off, stoking Kagome's ire. “I'm a hanyou, in case you haven't noticed, wench. The world don't care about a lone hanyou.”

 

“That's not true!” Kagome was aghast. “Don't you ever let me hear you put yourself down for something that like,” she demanded, meeting his eyes and holding them, entranced by the strange emotion swimming deep inside. “First of all, it doesn't matter what you are. What's important is who you are and what you do. And secondly,” she looked away at this, staring out the window, “a child doesn't ask to be born to their parents. A child has no say in the matter. There is never any reason to hold a child's origins against him or her.”

 

Pushing open the door, Kagome turned to look at Sesshoumaru. “Thank you for dropping me off. I'm sure dad will want you and InuYasha to come to dinner sometime this week. If you need me for anything, I'll be here each day; I have a show next week.” At Sesshoumaru's acknowledgment, she turned to InuYasha. “If you truly feel that way about yourself… I feel sorry for you.”

 

InuYasha sputtered, shouting out, “I don't need your damned pity!” as she slammed the door and headed toward a large red barn, nose in the air.

 

He didn't need it, InuYasha insisted to himself. That weird feeling in his stomach was from jetlag… and nothing else.

 

 

A/N:

This is a story based on a series of prompts for the LiveJournal community un_love_you.

There will be 30 chapters, one for each prompt.

Prompt: “I pity you.”