InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The One-Night Stand ❯ Chapter One. ( Chapter 1 )

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

A/N: So. This is a really good idea I had... idk when or why i had it. It just seems like a pretty good idea, and i'm planning major drama and laughs for this one. I think L0VER will be pleased, and I'm hoping to stretch it out as loooooooooooooong as possible. Think of the plot as something like the movie "Juno"

So. Thus begins: "The One-Night Stand."

Oh, and Bobby teases me constantly about my incessent writing on this website. Like Blake, he says it makes me a pornographer.
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The One-Night Stand.

Chapter One:

Kagome Higurashi's splitting headache when she awoke let her know: 'I am hungover.' She moved slowly to the side of the bed, leaning her back against the wall. She was covered in sweat, and her long, black hair was matted to her face and back. All she was wearing was her black tank top that said "ROCKER" in big, shiny, gold letters on the front and a pair of lacy black cheek-baring undies. She shivered a little and blew some of her sweaty bangs out of her face.

She blinked, finally noticing that her black Razr was blinking. As she reached for it, a single thought struck her hard: 'What the hell happened last night?'

She had four messages in her voicemail. The first was from Sango, wondering who the cutie was that she'd disappeared with. The next was another from Sango, a few hours later, wondering where the hell she was and threatening to call the police if she didn't answer. The next was from Kouga, signature stalker ex-boyfriend, wanting to know if she wanted to hang out sometime that day. The last was from her mother, reminding her to pick up her little brother's prescription.

Kagome deleted all four messages, grimacing slightly at Kouga's. She held her head as she tried to think, tried to remember what went on the night before.

Bits and pieces flashed through her mind. Silver hair, a chiseled chest, unspeakable pleasure... Kagome Higurashi had gotten laid the night before. She just... couldn't for the LIFE of her remember his name, and it frustrated the hell out of her.

She remembered his face though. Man, was he beautiful. And he had a very cute smirk that seemed to be glued to his face.

Kagome got up and stumbled into the bathroom, filling a glass with water from the faucet and downing an advil. She sipped at the water and flipped her phone open again, dialing Sango's number. Her best friend answered on the second ring with a loud "OMIGODWHEREHAVEYOUBEENI'VEBEENLOOKINGEVERYWHEREI'VEBEENCALLINGANDCALLINGAN DCALLING-"

"Sango," Kagome mumbled, stopping her friend mid-runon. "Sango, I am pretty badly hungover, and I don't remember hardly anything that went on last night."

There was a scoff from the other end of the cell phone. "Well, I'm not surprised," Sango replied. "You did have, like, twenty shots of tequila last night. Not to mention four beers, two margueritas, a sex on the beach, an unknown number of long island iced teas..."

Kagome shook her head. "Wow," she murmured, closing her eyes. She had no idea that she have let herself become so drunk, and she was a little embarrassed.

Sango's laughter echoed through the receiver. "Seriously, girlfriend. You need to work on some self control."

"Shut up, Sango," Kagome growled a little too harshly. She sighed, rubbing her face.

Suddenly, there was a knock at her bedroom door. "Kagome, dear?"

"Oh, shit!" she hissed at Sango. "I gotta go! Call you later!" Kagome snapped the phone shut and tossed it onto the bed as she grabbed her jeans and yanked them onto her legs. "Hold on a sec, Mom! I gotta get dressed!"

"Okay," Mrs. Higurashi replied in a sing-songy voice. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You got in awfully late last night, and your grandpa and I were a little worried."

"I'm fine, Mom!" Kagome called back, buttoning her jeans and getting to the door. She twisted the knob and pulled it open, revealing her mother's startled face. Kagome and her mother looked just alike, though Mrs. Higurashi had cut her hair in a short, black bob. Kagome smiled at her mother reassuringly. "I'm all right, Mom. See?" She did a little spin, holding her arms up. Mrs. Higurashi shook her head and laughed at her daughter.

"Well, dear, I'm glad you're all right," she told Kagome, turning to walk back down the hallway, toward the stairs. "Just... please try not to worry us anymore?"

Kagome nodded, her hands occupying both back pockets of her jeans. "No problem, Mom," she called as her mother disappeared down the stairs. Shaking her head, she turned and went back inside her room, putting her hair up in a high ponytail as she went. "I won't be partying like THAT again anytime soon."
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Inuyasha rolled over... and fell right off the sofa. He let out a loud, shrill cry as his face smacked not-so-gently into the hardwood floor of his best friend's living room. Right then, Miroku came rounding the corner, his lower half covered with one towel and drying his hair with the other towel. Miroku laughed; Inuyasha groaned, holding his head.

"What the fuck happened last night?" he asked his friend.

Miroku's grin couldn't have been more perverted. "We went out to the bar for your bachelor party. You disappeared for a while with Kikyo; I was a little surprised she showed up." He shook his head a little. "Honestly, I think that's a little controlling, following you to your bachelor party."

Inuyasha's face contorted in confusion. "Kikyo, you say?" he asked his friend.

Miroku blinked. "Yea. Why?"

Inuyasha had gotten up off the floor and sat on the soft sofa. He leaned back into the cushions, sighing and relaxing. "I don't know..." he said, trailing off into thought a little bit. "She didn't SMELL like Kikyo, that's for sure."

Miroku's eyes widened as he stepped further into the room. "Did you sleep with this 'mystery woman'?" he asked urgently. The look on Inuyasha's face was enough. Miroku groaned. "Then you'd better hope it was your fiancee," he shot back, leaving the room.

Suddenly, Inuyasha's cell rang. He jumped, a little surprised by the noise, and he flipped it open. "Hey, baby," Kikyo cooed through the earpiece.

"Hey," he replied. "How was your night?"

"Pretty good. We had loads of fun, the girls and me."

'The girls and I,' Inuyasha thought, rolling his eyes a little. "That's good. Hey, did you happen to follow us to the bar last night?"

There was a brief pause. "No," she answered. "Why?"

He blinked, but, without hesitation, replied, "Oh, I just thought I saw you there. Guess it was just someone who looks like you." He stuffed his fist in his mouth, grimacing at the lie he'd just told his future wife.

She laughed a little. "Well, I hope you didn't have TOO much fun last night."

Inuyasha's fangs sunk deeper into his fist; he removed it from his mouth quickly to answer, "Nope. Not very much fun."

Kikyo laughed again. "Well, I'd better go. I've got to go try on more of these damned dresses." She giggled excitedly. "Only two more weeks!"

"Yay," Inuyasha said, though his mind was distracted by dim memories of a raven-haired temptress.

"I love you, Inuyasha. Bye."

"Bye." He hung up and sank back into the couch, sighing and rubbing his face with his hands. "I'm a dead man."

"No, you're not." He looked up to see Miroku standing in the door, holding his toothbrush. "You're never going to say a word of this to anyone. Understood?"

Inuyasha got to his feet defiantly. "But, Miroku, I can't keep lying to her-"

"You've already got that part out of the way," he told his friend. He sighed. "Look, Yash, there aren't that many good women out there anymore. And you've got one; you can't just... let her go like that. Just... don't say anything about this. Ever." He eyed the hanyou meaningfully. "I'm serious. Just... forget about last night."

Inuyasha raspberried. "No problem. All I remember is her hair... and her scent. Everything else is... just a blur."

Miroku nodded, obviously pleased. "Good," he said. "Now, go take a shower. You smell like smoke, alcohol, and sex." He disappeared into the hallway before Inuyasha could take a swipe at him.
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A/N: Ooh... Bad Yash! haha, this is turning out to be better than I'd originally hoped for! Woot!