InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Standing Down ❯ vroom vrooom! ( Chapter 3 )

Hello all!! I'm writing this on a Mac instead of a PC and it's weirdness, so if something's wrong in the chapter just tell me and… yeah. Anyway, on with the story.

Kagome did not receive her book until fourth hour, and even then Inu Yasha only returned it at Ms. Sander's request. The boy's welcome was well worn; he had ignored Kagome all through trig, pestered her throughout English and called her several less-than-flattering names in the hallways. Not to her surprise, Kagome discovered that she had four classes - as well as lunch - with the white-haired youth. When the time for lunch came after Spanish, she was less than delighted to hear his voice behind her.

"So, I take it you are going to sit by me at lunch," Inu Yasha said sarcastically.

"As fun as that sounds, I'll be enjoying my meal elsewhere."

"Oh? The good girl is leaving campus against school rules? Surely not."

"Oh but I am. Would you like to come along? I'll try not to throw you off the backseat," Kagome asked in a mock sweet voice, putting on a huge fake smile.

"And miss the cafeteria food? No way."

"What's going on?" Miroku walked up behind Kagome in attempt to do rather inappropriate things, and ended up with a welt on his head for his efforts. "Glad to know you love me."

"Anytime."

"We were just discussing the possibilities of an open-campus lunch."

"Oh, do they allow those now?"

"People don't 'allow' me to do anything, especially people who don't know or don't want to know me. Are you coming or not?"

"Sure, why not?" Inu Yasha began to dig around in his pocket for something.

"Goody." Kagome smirked.

"But you won't have to worry about kicking me off."

"And why is that?"

"I have my own transportation." He pulled a key-chain out of his pocket and jostled the keys in front of her. "Shall we?"

Kagome smiled when she saw a key with 'KAWASAKI' printed on it. "Indeed. Coming, Miroku?"

The boy looked nervously at Inu Yasha and moaned, "Don't tell me I have to ride with you again. You ride like a maniac!"

"Well you sure as hell aren't riding with me." With that, Kagome turned and walked out to the visitor section of the parking lot as Inu Yasha followed suit and made his way, with Miroku in tow, to his bike.

Inu Yasha's motorcycle was a Ninja ZX-10R, painted red and black, with 998 cc's and a built-for-speed frame. He could have sprung for maneuverability, but that would have meant less speed - an idea Inu Yasha was not up to accepting. He switched the fuel on and silently thanked Kami that he had gotten rid of his old 2-stroke Kawasaki. He positioned himself over the bike and waited for Miroku to get on as well.

"What are you waiting for, houshi?"

"Why does everyone call me that?" Miroku sat on the passenger seat with delicacy, apprehensive of Inu Yasha's speediness.

"Have you got hemorrhoids or something? Just sit down. And we call you that because you're a lech." He backed out of the space and rocketed toward Kagome, who was waiting for him by the entrance.

"Then why don't people call me perv? It would make more sense."

"Because calling you monk is an oxymoron, and it's funny."

"I think otherwise."

"Yeah, well, most girls call you Jackass, if it helps any."

Miroku narrowed his eyes. "Tons. Thanks so much."

"Are you done chatting now? I'm hungry." One of Kagome's hands lay across her left hip while the other gave the engine gas.

The white-haired boy revved his engine at her and she smiled mischievously at him as she geared up and rolled casually onto Centennial. Inu Yasha came up beside her and asked where her helmet was.

"I only use it when my mom knows where I'm going. She's at work."

"Ah. Do you know where you're going?" Kagome shook her head. "There's a McDonald's about two miles east, and a Schlotsky's about a mile south of that."

"McDonald's, then?" The boy nodded and Kagome turned around. Turning back to him, she said, "Race you there? No cars so far."

Inu Yasha smiled evilly. "Who cares about cars? Go!" He sped forward, almost knocking Miroku off the passenger seat, with Kagome right behind him.

He remained in the lead for a few short seconds before Kagome came up from behind and surprised him by redlining and then gearing up to shoot forward, taking the lead. Inu Yasha growled softly and sped up; he had nothing to worry about, she had 600 cc's and he had 1000. She was no match for him. He dodged around an unsuspecting SUV, and then pulled up beside his competition." I thought you said no cars!"

Kagome laughed, "Yet!"

"Inu Yasha, would you do me a favor and look where you're going?!" Miroku shouted from the back. At his words, Inu Yasha turned his head toward the road ahead, and to his surprise, saw roughly fifty cars on the parkway. 'Ah, hell.' He turned back to the girl on his right after dodging a Spider convertible.

"You planned this, didn't you?!"

"It's lunch hour, dipshit, it's not my fault if you can't think ahead!" Kagome laughed into a pickup's open window and waved, much to the confusion of the college boys inside. "And I'm not stupid; that Ninja of yours is built for a racetrack! I'll be maneuvering figure-eight's while you watch!" She shot off through two Cadillac's and veered to the right, disappearing from Inu Yasha's sight.

"She is an intelligent one, isn't she?" Miroku yelled from behind the white-haired boy.

"She may be smart, but I'm faster."

Miroku rolled his eyes and held tighter to Inu Yasha in an attempt to fabricate a sense of safety. Needless to say, it did not help much. The teen was an adrenaline addict, always getting into races, betting and destroying public property in whatever mischievous, inappropriate manners he could devise.

"Don't start feeling me up, Miroku; I don't swing that way remember? Shit!" Inu Yasha turned so rapidly to avoid an orange-bearing truck that his knee scraped the pavement and ripped a gaping hole in his jeans, as well as a smaller one in his skin. "Ah, damn."

"Inu, watch your language!" Miroku scowled as the teen in front of him righted the Kawasaki and proceeded to race toward the McDonalds.

"Another reason we call you monk, Miroku: you despise cursing.

Kagome was waiting patiently beside her purple-and-silver Honda when they pulled into the parking lot. "Nice to see you, I've only been here for-" she checked her watch "- a bout thirty seconds - better than I expected. Let's eat!" She smiled and practically skipped to the glass doors outside MickieD's.

"At least she's a good winner," Miroku panted, slipping off the Ninja with evident stiffness. When they entered the fast food restaurant, Kagome was talking on her cell phone.

"It's on, uh, Centennial and something, about two miles east of the high school. Just go north on I 15 and exit onto Centennial, and it should be a few hundred feet to your right. Uh-huh, yeah…ja ne."

"Who was that?" Inu Yasha slid into the booth.

"Friend of mine, she'll be eating with us."

"Is she as beautiful as you?" Miroku tried to cop a feel as Kagome got up and walked toward the ordering counter.

"She hits harder," Kagome warned.

"You realize we only have forty minutes before we have to go back to school?"

"She's also faster," Kagome smirked and walked up to order her food.

In less than ten minutes, a wind-blown Sango walked through the door, pulling off her helmet and wearing her school uniform. She shook her head to release her lengthy dark brown hair from its prison, running her fingers through it and catching the eye of a certain 'monk' across the room.

"I wonder what else she'd take off…," he murmured to Inu Yasha so that only they two could hear. Inu Yasha only rolled his eyes and tried not to stare at Kagome. She was leaning on the counter with her elbows propped up on the surface, head in her palms. However, even in this most innocent stance Kagome's butt was rather hard to miss entirely - or at all, for that matter. He found himself staring at her, at those long shapely legs and the way her back arched just so, and her tight -

"Hello?" Sango waved a hand in front of the youth's face, perfectly aware of what she was interrupting. "Earth to whoever you are!" She flicked his nose and was finally rewarded with his attention, something she did not want focused on Kagome's rear. "What are you eating? Or have you already eaten; it seems that you are drooling."

"Feh" he walked up behind Kagome and decided to `poke the bear.'

"You know, sticking that butt out in the air will get you into a lot of trouble someday." He laughed as she vainly attempted to swat him away again.

"Why must you do that?"

"Because then you turn around and do this fun thing with your hand," Inu Yasha imitated the swatting action with exaggeration.

"There are other fun things to do with hands." She smiled at him and reached up with one hand to pat the top of his head before walking over to Sango. She set her food on the table and gave her best friend a huge hug. "Sango, I missed you!"

"You've only been gone for a day."

"So? That's twenty-four hours without someone to tell me what to do and why I'm doing it. I forgot what I was looking for in my bag this morning and there was no Sango to tell me that I was finding a pen! Do you realize how stupid I am without you?"

"I had to sit through trigonometry without you! That one guy, um… that one dude..?"

"Naraku," Kagome offered.

"Yeah, him. He hit on me! And you weren't there and it made me sad."

"Did I race him? I think I did…he has the um…Yamaha, right?" Sango nodded. "Didn't I win?" Sango nodded again, earning a smile from Kagome. "I raced that one," Kagome pointed to the back of Inu Yasha's head. "And I won."

"Good girl. Are you eating?"

"Yeah, the school has closed campus, so we decided to run over here."

Sango shrugged, "Makes sense to me. Are you going to come back and race with us? They missed you last night, Kouga in particular."

"Kouga? But I'm not -"

"I know, Kagome, but he doesn't. Oh, and you have to come to the races tonight and bring him if you want to." She gestured towards a blur of white hair. "But I have to go; we still only have a half hour for lunch."

"I know. I have an hour. He he…anyway, what time are they starting?"

"Nine-ish."

"That early?"

"School night," Sango cast a glance at the boy behind her and whacked him upside the head. "Lech."

"Hey, I forgot to introduce you two. Sango, this is Miroku. Miroku, this is Sango." Kagome watched them look at each other, Sango with contempt and Miroku with something akin to adoration. "Well, Sango must be going back to school and we need to eat." She waved to her best friend as the girl walked back out to a neon blue Kawasaki and sped in the direction of an on-ramp.

"Wow, she's beautiful."

Inu Yasha laughed at the pervert. "Don't ask her, houshi, she might knock you unconscious."

"Actually, she probably could if she felt like it." Kagome longingly watched cars go by on the interstate. "I don't want to be here."

"That makes two of us," Miroku shoved a fry in his mouth.

"Three." Inu Yasha corrected.