InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Club ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 2 )

The Club

~ChristieLea54

Chapter Two

Kagome carefully walked over. Was he really asleep? She could tell he worked here because one: he was behind the bar, and two: he was wearing a black apron with The Club sewn on in white lettering on the pocket. The apron had been rather messily thrown on over his baggy jeans and red tee shirt. What was strangest about him, though, was his hair. It was pure black, and easily longer than her own! But she couldn't deny that it looked good on him.

How was she supposed to wake him up though? "Umm, hello?" she said timidly. "Hello!" she called louder. No response. She put her hands on his shoulders and shook him a little.

"Hmmm? What, where?" He looked up sleepily. He focused on the girl in front of him. "Kikyo?" Suddenly all traces of sleep had left him. "Who the hell are you?"

"Uhhh…" Normally she would have been quicker to respond, but his eyes had really startled her. They were this honey warm liquid gold kind of color, and she could tell right away that they weren't contacts. Eyes like that brought his whole face alive. "Oh! I'm Kagome Higurashi. I'm here for the job application?"

"Oh that. Well, you're hired then," he stated simply.

"What?" she spluttered. "That's it?"

"Sure, why not?" He looked her over. "You can waitress over the weekends, right?"

"Of course, but-"

"Then you're hired. By the way, my name's Inuyasha." He offered her a hand to shake. Most people she knew had cold hands, but his were warm. Really warm. A smug grin appeared on his face. "I guess I'll be your boss from now on!" Why, oh why, did she get the feeling that she was going to dread working for this guy?

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Monday afternoon he made her wash the windows. Tuesday night he made her clean the floors. Wednesday he made her polish the bar's countertop. Twice. And the whole time he just sat on that platform and played around with the instruments! The jerk!

The club was open after school on weekdays, and weekends except for Sunday. Today was her third day on the job, and apart from all the totally unnecessary cleaning, it wasn't so bad. When there weren't any customers, and Inuyasha wasn't lording his position over her, he was actually kind of fun. Sometimes they even finished up their homework together. It turns out that they were both juniors at the local high school.

"You missed a spot," he said.

"Inuyasha! I've been polishing this stupid countertop for the past hour! I did not miss a spot!"

"Yes, you did!" he said slowly, as if trying to make a five year old understand him.

"Fine!" she threw her hands up into the air. "Where? Where is it?"

"Right there!" he pointed. She looked. There was no spot there at all. She looked up at Inuyasha, then back at the clean tabletop, and then back up at Inuyasha, and decided that it would be best to humor him. She took her rag and re-cleaned the spot. "Better?" she asked dryly.

"Much."

"So… Do you ever get any customers here?"

"Mostly on the weekends, and after the weather gets too cold to hang outside everyone comes here," he said with a shrug.

"Oh. So can I start my homework yet?" she asked.

"What's with your obsession with homework?" he asked disgustedly. "If I keep hanging out with you my grades are gonna go up like ten points."

"I have to keep my grades up!"

"Why?"

"Why?! Because if I don't my mother will give me that whole I'm-so-disappointed-in-you-Kagome spiel. Whenever she does that I end up feeling like the scum of the earth. God! Mothers shouldn't be allowed to use that on their children! It's just not fair!" She noticed that sometime during her ranting Inuyasha's face had fallen. "Hey? Are you okay?" she asked him.

"Hmmm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I just… don't have a mother anymore." Why did he just tell her that?! Why?! He hadn't told that to anyone in over five years now! Why did he tell her? He'd only known her for three freaking days!

"I'm so sorry."

He looked away. "Feh. What can you do?"

"My dad died when I was younger too," she said softly.

He glanced back at her. "Cancer?"

"Yeah." Why did her throat feel so thick? She hadn't cried over her dad's death in ages. Why now? Did it have to do with Inuyasha? She could sympathize with him, and he could understand how she felt. Inuyasha had no problem at all showing people what he really felt about things, especially if it was disgust or anger at how stupid they were. He wasn't afraid of not being polite. For some reason this made her feel more open, like she should give him the same treatment. It was freeing, in a way. She felt like she could be herself around him, without worrying about what he was thinking, because she knew that he had no qualms about telling her.

She gave him a weak smile, and went to retrieve her bag from behind the bar. They went over to the colorful squishy couches and set their homework up on the coffee table in front of it.

Math happened to be Kagome's worst subject, and Inuyasha's best. They worked in comfortable silence for a while. Then Kagome's frustrated erasing filled the air.

"Jeez. If you keep that up you'll erase a hole right through the paper." He rolled his eyes. "Here, look at mine."

Kagome looked at his paper, and then at hers, and then back at his. Her own paper was perfectly neat and spaced out and legible. His was a big sloppy mess of letters and numbers, and yet he kept getting the right answers! "It's just not fair!" she sighed.

He grinned at her. Life was good.

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Spelling things wrong is my biggest pet peeve, so if it's not too much trouble, would you mind pointing out any errors I might have made? Thanks so much! The whole gang is going to be in this one, so any suggestions for them are welcome! Even the obscure characters who are only in a few episodes. Thanks!