InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Student Teacher Relations ❯ Chapter 2

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

A/N: Well I decided to extend this fic. So I would like to make it known, I'm no chemistry major. In fact, every chemistry thing you see in here I'm taking in my required General Chemistry course. If I mess anything up or give incorrect information, feel free to tell me and I'll be happy to correct it.

Student Teacher Relations

Chapter 2

Inuyasha lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. His arm was draped over his eyes and his lips curled into a frown. This problem was quickly going from bad to worse. He had taken Kagome while she was still his student, in his classroom no less. Sure, he had fanaticized about it; thoughts of her soft little body bent over a school desk, her short skirt flipped up on her back as she screamed for him. It did not change the fact that their moment of weakness could cost them both so much. And to add insult to injury, the first words out of his mouth were 'it was a mistake'.

"Only four more fucking months to go." He muttered. Inuyasha rolled over and looked at his clock: 10 a.m. Saturday morning. God bless weekends, if he had to face Kagome today… Inuyasha chose not to finish that thought. He could not take back the encounter, but he could make up for the words. Picking up the phone he dialed the flower shop a few blocks away. After two rings and female voice answered.

"Hi," Inuyasha said listlessly, "I did something stupid…"

"The foot-in-mouth bouquet or would you prefer the I'm-sorry bouquet. We also carry a very nice Forgive-me arrangement." Inuyasha blinked at his ceiling. They had a bouquet for that? This was the last time ever used the same flower shop as Miroku.

"Sure. Put it under Miroku." He was sure his friend would not mind the use of his name, "No, no card, she'll know who it's from and why." He gave them Kagome's address and a good time to deliver the flowers. That task done, he hung up the phone and rolled out of bed. A long work out and a hot shower would do him some good.

Inuyasha wandered aimlessly through his apartment. It was a nice, considering his salary. The carpet was a smooth cream and the walls an off white. The furniture was made of a light oak with cherry finished, the chairs and couch of plush leather. He kept it relatively clean, with only a few items out of place. It was a two bedroom one bath, but he had long ago turned the extra room into a work out room.

Inuyasha shut the door behind him and stripped out of his sleep shirt, leaving him in only his boxers. He took a minute to admire the room. The walls and carpet were the same as the rest of the house but this room was filled with exercise equipment. He had a small and large punching bags, bench press, leg press, and a huge rack of free weights.

Posters hung on the walls. There was one of his father holding a trophy over his head after becoming the world kick-boxing champion. And a similar one of his brother except for it was at nationals. There were also a number of posters of himself winning a number of smaller tournaments.

The one poster that did not fit in hung on the back of the door, so he had to see it as he left the room. It depicted a peaceful scene of grass and blue sky. Written in cheery yellow letter across the sky were the words 'Use your words before your fists.' It was a poster his mother had given him many years ago. Inuyasha had often wondered how his mother, an elementary school teacher, and father had ever even met; much less hit it off enough to have two sons.

Inuyasha turned his attention to the large punching bag. He crouched down and took up a fighting stance. For a moment the room was silent, Inuyasha mentally gagging his imaginary opponent. Suddenly, he struck out with his foot. The bag gave a resounding 'THUD' but all Inuyasha heard was the grunt of pain and his opponent's ribs braking.

Inuyasha cursed when the phone rang. Did not the person know he was on a winning streak? He'd already KO'ed three opponents in a row. Inuyasha stretched tired muscles and wiping sweat from his brow. 'Used your words before your fists.' The poster reminded him as he left the room in search of the incessant ringing. The phone cradle was in his room; the phone was on the coffee table.

"What?"

"Nice to hear your voice too." The man on the other end chuckled.

"What do you want Miroku? It too fucking early to listen to your bull shit."

"It 2 in the afternoon." Miroku replied dryly, "You've been 'fighting' again haven't you. You always lose track of time in that room. You're getting a wall clock for Christmas."

"What do you want Miroku?" Inuyasha repeated.

"Not much. Just wondering why some one from this number is ordering flowers in my name. And why they didn't bother to pay for the flowers so the shop calls me." Inuyasha sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew he'd forgotten something.

"Sorry Miroku. I just didn't want anyone to find out who sent them. I'll pay you back."

"I have no doubts about that, but my curiosity has been peaked. Who is the lovely lady that has you sending her flowers in secret? On a side note, most secret admirers want to be found out."

"It's complicated and I don't want to talk about it." Inuyasha hung up the phone before he could reply. Deciding it was time for that shower he wanted, he headed for his room the to gather his things and disconnect the phone.

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It never failed. No sooner had her butt touched the couch, with her popcorn and soda, ready to watcher her favorite movie, then the doorbell rang. Kagome sighed as she got up. The apartment that she shared with her friend Sango was small. It had looked plenty big when they had looked at it originally, but they forgot how much space furniture took up.

Kagome opened the door to see a middle aged woman with a large bouquet of flowers in pretty glass vase. A bright red bow was tied around neck of the vase. The bouquet was dominated in pink and yellow. Alstromeria, Carnations, Miniature Asters, Daisies, Poms and Limoniums were arranged in perfect harmony. The women smiled.

"Kagome Higurashi?"

"That's me."

"Here you go." She handed Kagome the vase and left. Kagome blinked after her for a moment before closing the door and walking back into the apartment. She moved to her room and set the flowers on her desk before searching for a card, but did not find one. A light smile touched her face; only one person would send her flowers with no card.

The memory began of their meeting slowly filtered through her mind.

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"Come on Kagome, stop being such a stiff." Yuka prodded, "Take a risk once in a while. Be wild!"

"Oh Yuka, stop it." Eri chided, "We all know Kagome doesn't have a wild bone in her body."

"Hey, I can be wild!" Kagome protested, crossing her arms over her chest. She glared out over the dance floor. People were gyrating to the music in the dim light. Others were seated at table or the bar having drinks.

"Yeah right," Ayumi chimed in, "Name the last wild thing you did?"

"I'm here."

"But we dragged you kicking a screaming." Yuka corrected, "Doesn't count."

"Fine. There was that time… or what about… or that… Ok fine! I'm dull! So what."

"I dare you to do something wild." Eri said.

"Great idea," Yuka said with a clap of her hands, "Tonight, Kagome, you will do something wild." She paused to think for a moment, "I know. You find a guy here, tonight, and sleep with him."

"What!" Kagome almost fell out of her chair in shock. "I can't do that!"

"Oh come on Kagome! It's not like you have to love some one to have sex. Besides, if we let you do it at your pace you'll be a virgin when you moving into a retirement home. It took you nearly two moths to get passed just holding hand with your last boyfriend. It's no wonder he got bored and left."

"I am not sleeping with some one I just met!" Kagome protested her face a beaming red.

"Fine, be that way." Yuka relented, "But you have to sleep with him before a week is out."

"But… but… but…"

"No buts, now go find some one to bed." Yuka turned her around and pushed her towards the dance floor. Kagome walked away obediently, but more so she could get out of the situation then to do as she was told. The solution seemed simple; she would just slip off into the crowd, hide from her friends, and simply say she did not find anyone who caught her interest. They would not believe her, but they could not prove her wrong either.

Unfortunately, Kagome was too wrapped in her thoughts to watch where she was going. Before she could disappear into the crowd her shoulder collided with something hard. She looked up to meet a pair of bright gold eyes framed in beautiful silvery-white hair. Kagome opened her mouth but nothing came out. She closed it, then opened it again.

"Excuse me." She muttered after too much time had passed. A smile tugged at the edge of his lips.

"You can make up for it by giving me the next dance." It was the line that sealed her fate. He led her to the dance floor without any protest and wrapped his arms around her waist. Kagome felt her breath hitch at the strength she felt in them. His hold was not forceful but still managed to fit her curves to his own as if they had been made to be this close.

He lowered his head so that his cheek just brushed against her own. The slow seductive beat of the music started and he began to move them with it. Kagome soon found herself lost in the moment. She had never been one to put faith in love at first sight, but at this moment she was sorely questioning that belief.

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Kago me smiled and turned the flowers so they looked just right on the desk. She had taken her friends' advice, despite her better judgement, and a week later slept with him. Boy would they laugh if they knew he turned out to her chemistry teacher.

"Kagome, who was at the door?" Sango appeared in the doorway of her room. Then she spotted the flowers. "Oooh, who are those from?"

"Don't know. No card." Kagome lied.

"Kagome has a secret admirer! Kagome has a secret admire!" Sango began to sing as she spun around the room. Kagome blushed and began trying the slip passed her out of the room. Before she could escape, however, Sango swept her up and began to dance her around the room still singing.

"Sango, I'm missing my movie." Kagome protested.

"Oh fine. It's not like it doesn't rewind."

"It has Johnny Depp."

"What are we standing here for!" Sango shot out of the room dragging Kagome behind her. "We'll just have to discuss those flowers later." As Kagome took a seat on the couch she prayed Sango would forget the flowers. She hated lying to her friends.