InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Stage ❯ Further Introduction to Kagome Higurashi/Meeting Inuyasha Miyamoto ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: dmgreenwitch 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.02.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.02.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
First off, I really must say thank you to everyone for all the great reviews. I never expected so much great feedback (nor so quickly!) I'm glad all of you liked it so much. Some of you guessed about some of the major plot points (IE, Inuyasha is the guy she slept with and the hanyou interested in the apartment)-which is not surprising. I made it more than obvious…the selling point is that Kagome does not yet know…and what will she do when she finds out. Don't worry, this isn't going to be one of those overly dramatic, hyperventilating Kagome fics. There's a lot more going on here than just sex and drama. Some of you did comment about how the characters were a little OOC, which I did say they might be. I'm trying to compensate for the change in time and place. It's a big change going from the Feudal Japan to 21st Century Alternate Universe where youkai and hanyous are much more readily accepted. Also, the originality factor: the basics, are pretty unoriginal, but I'd like to think it's an original take on the idea. I don't want to write a typical fan-girl story.
Wow, that was long. Thanks for taking the time to read everyone, I really appreciate it.
Warning, This story is rated NC-17 for a reason, there will be continuing sexual situations, language, and probably just a tint (or more) of angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, nor am I under the assumption that I do.
Chapter Two: Further Introduction to Kagome Higurashi/Meeting Inuyasha
"You have one new voicemail. First voicemail sent at Monday, 6:37 pm."
"Hello Kagome, this is Inuyasha Miyamoto. I, uh, work with Miroku. He told me you're looking for a roommate. I don't know how you feel about co-ed rooming, but I thought I'd give it a try. My lease is up on the 31st, which is next week, and I really need a place to stay. It doesn't have to be permanent...It just seems we could help each other out, you know. You should have my number on your phone, so call me back and let me know what you think."
"End of message to delete message press -"
Kagome hung up on her voice mail service and looked Inuyasha's number up on her phone. She didn't know what to think. He sounded pretty cool, but she'd never really knew about such things until she actually spent some time with him. Who knows, he could be a cool sounding psycho.
She dropped her phone over the side of her bed and threw her right arm over her face and sighed. She knew Sango was all moved in with Miroku and she knew as she fidgeted beneath her bedclothes that her life was changing beyond her control. Nobody had called about her vacant room except the hanyou. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that. A male inu-hanyou living in her apartment, with her. Miroku had suggested he'd be a useful watchdog, if nothing else.
Maybe she'd call and meet him anyway-just to see. She didn't want to, but she needed a roommate and a smoke.
She kicked her bedspread to the floor, found her favorite pair of baggy jeans and the red hoody, gathered her things and stepped out the door. She meant to go to the park near downtown. It was her favorite late night place for a good smoke and head clearing. When she got there though, she was on her second cigarette and just kept walking. The only explanation she gave herself for going on was the sweatshirt's smell. It's scent was that of an earthy musk mixed with cigarettes. Maybe the latter was more her, but she was damn sure he'd lit up a cigarette at the club.
She wished she could remember more about him. His smell made her want him all over again. Entering downtown, she lit another cigarette instead. It was her last. There was a 24-hour drugstore a block or so up the street, convenient. She'd pass his building if she went. She could just go knock on his door, but there was the possibility that he might not be alone tonight. The fucking cigarette wasn't working.
She walked past his place, snuggling into the hoody and the drunken memories. She damned herself for not leaving her number.
The clerk in the drugstore gave her a discount and asked what she was doing in an hour. She paid full price and went home angrier and more annoyed than when she left.
After a few minutes of moping around and moving some of her things to accommodate the loss of Sango's, Kagome threw herself down on the dark blue sofa. She pulled the hanyou's number up on her phone. She got his voicemail and thought up something to say about meeting him at die Tasse at 6 the next day. That way, they could talk and see if they could actually live together. She hung up and snuggled into the couch. The urge to flip on the TV was easily overcome. She knew that was emptier than she was, and she didn't need anything else to make her feel the void more painfully.
The sex last night-that fuck-it was amazing. What she wouldn't give to be back in that situation. Nameless fucking beat wallowing in self-pity any day. What she wouldn't give to have what Sango had.
Kagome knew painfully well that she was excruciatingly jealous of what Sango had with Miroku. She was absolutely in love with him, and he with her. Tonight they probably cuddled on Miroku's overstuffed sofa, spooning blissfully while watching television. He would kiss her neck and tell her that he loved her and that he was glad she was finally living with him. Then, they would kiss, and kiss again, more deeply this time. His hand would wander up her shirt and they would shift so that he was on top of her, grinding his growing groin against Sango's pelvis as they both began to sweat. Soon, between kisses, nips, and licks, clothes would come off, petting and grabbing would start to occur until they were both good and horny for each other. Then, he would slide his aching dick inside her and pump himself in and out, in and out. She would groan and moan in pleasure. He would get harder and pump into her fast and faster until she had moaned herself in and out of orgasm, and he'd emptied himself out inside her. Both of them would be hoping that it creates a baby, while praying desperately that it doesn't. He would collapse on her, whispering that he loves her. She returns it, and they continue watching television, the only difference being that they're naked now.
Kagome's stomach dropped and she thought for a second she might be sick. Deciding she must really need a good night's sleep after he past 24 hours, she pulled a chenille throw over her shoulders and attempted to turn off her thoughts.
One more came to her before she closed her eyes. She had to work in the morning. While enough to brighten any normal day, as she enjoyed her job, she didn't like going there the same day she worked. She was meeting Inuyasha at 6, while she worked there from eight until four the next day. Die Tasse, her place of employment, was a locally owned coffee shop and café downtown. She loved it, but felt like she didn't have a life if she was there too much. It didn't help that it was one of her favorite hangouts before she worked there. It was just second nature to suggest it.
She didn't even want to think about the shit her fellow baristas would give her when they saw her there with the inu hanyou. She'd only split up with Kouga a week ago, and she'd spent all las night fucking a guy named Yash. Now she was considering moving in with a guy, which felt like boyfriend in a box. It would at least be a regular fuck after awhile. She didn't kid herself about that. She was turning into a slut.
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After a fitful sleep Kagome showered and dressed more carefully than she normally did. She prided herself in being a shrewd dresser, but did not always practice it. Today, however, she chose a pair of dark, low-rise jeans and a forest green T-shirt with an owl flying across the chest; an oversized envelope addressed to Harry Potter clasped in his beak. She adjusted her silver chain so that the dainty cross was positioned just above the owl's left eye, and finished off the look with moderate make-up and a messy bun.
She smoked a cigarette on her walk to work and allowed her mind to wand, fantasizing more positively than the night before. The guy the other night had poisoned her mind, she told herself, and put on a smiled as she tied on her apron. She pictured her prospective roommate as an innocent, nice guy, her age-maybe younger, with neat, short hair, polo shirt khaki shorts and a birkenstocks. She blissfully imagined the exact opposite of what she was attracted to.
As her shift ended Kagome stepped outside to the warm, sunny afternoon, intent on doing some shopping to pass the time. After visiting a few of her favorite second-hand clothing stores and browsing her favorite bookstore, she came back to die Tasse around quarter to six, sat outside with her Tea and started into Herman Hesse's Steppenwolf.
She was acutely aware of being watched when someone sat down at her table, however, she pointedly did not look up. She bit her lip, taking an extra few seconds to pray that he was a good, sweet, uncorrupted young man.
"Kagome?" she released her lip and set her eyes upon him. She and god never really did get along. He was tall and lean. He had large amber eyes. His thick silver hair descended down to his waist. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a worn red t-shirt. The best part though, were the two little dog ears on top of his head. Those were adorable, and he was gorgeous.
"You must be Inuyasha," she forced a smile.
"That'd be me," she stuck out a clawed hand, which Kagome shook carefully "Don't be afraid," he said, "My claws are sharp, but my touch can be as gentle as it can be harsh."
Kagome blushed and shook his hand. His words conjured a mental image of his claws gently tracing their way down her naked torso. She snapped herself out of it to say, "Oh, I wasn't afraid. I was surprised, that's all. I really haven't had much experience with hanyous."
"Hanyous? You've had experience with full-blooded youkai then?"
Kagome blushed his accusing eyes. "I recently broke up with a wolf demon from Kansas City. Kouga was charming at first, but her got overly possessive and controlling toward the end, and you're looking at me like I'm crazy."
"You dated that wimpy wolf?" He shook his head and stood. "How about we go see your place?"
It Kagome a moment to gather her things and keep up with his quick gait. "You know Kouga?" she asked.
He discontentedly glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Yeah, I know the guy." She sighed and mussed his bangs. "Do you know that the one of the major differences between dog and wolf youkai is there mating customs?"
Kagome shook her head, wondering why he was bringing it up. What an uncomfortable first conversation. She attempted to look innocent of all such notions.
"The actual mating ritual is essentially the same with all youkai: there's a mark on the shoulder and a blood exchange during sex. The differences lie in the different youkai's . . . courting customs, if you will. Wolfs are the whores of the youkai world. The basic stereotype is that wolves will fuck anything that moves until they find the best fuck and that translates into mate in their screwed up heads. Dogs have a bit more integrity. We don't fuck anyone until they know they are going to mate."
"So dogs and wolves don't really get along?"
"Sometimes. It'd be more accurate to say that Kouga and I don't really get along."
Kagome nodded. They walked on in silence, stopping a second so that Kagome could light a cigarette for courage.
"I broke up with him because he wanted to mate. He was getting really weird about it, so I got a warding spell from Miroku. He tried to bite me one night, on my shoulder. It nearly knocked him out. He left me alone after that.
Inuyasha smiled at her, all awkwardness erased. "That's the way to handle a wolf. You're one stron bitch if you could cast a warding spell strong enough to knock out a wolf. Where did Miroku learn something like that?"
Kagome tossed her cigarette as they reached her building. They went in and climbed to the second floor as she spoke. "He spent his junior year in Japan, studying under a Buddhist monk. He's actually a certified monk now. He has a framed certificate in his room and everything. This is it." She unlocked the door that opened up to the living room.
It was the biggest room in the apartment, though only populated by a couch and an armchair, both facing a large entertainment center. A small table sat to the left of the doorway with a phone. Kagome threw her keys there and allowed Inuyasha inside. A bar separated the eat in kitchen from the living room.
Inuyasha ambled around the corner and found the computer alcove, which was really just a closet with a missing door where the computer hid. This led to a bathroom as well, and circled back around to the far wall of the living room where two doors led to two separate bedrooms.
" I'll show you the room which would theoretically be yours," Kagome said, and led him to the right door. Inside was an empty, but fairly spacious yellow room with a modest closet on one side and a door on the other. He walked around it a couple time before pausing at the window.
"How do I get out on that balcony?" "Ah, the smoking porch, that would be this way. She opened the door which led to her disorganized bedroom. "That door was one of the main reasons Sango and I wanted this place: privacy if we needed it, but easy access when we wanted it."
She saw him nod as she opened her window and stepped out through it. He joined her, and stood at the railing, looking over the side to the dusky street below. "Can I get you a beer?" she asked.
He smiled at her genuinely as the wind played in his hair. Kagome hurried inside, grabbed the beers and threw on a denim jacket before heading back out into the evening. That smile gave her the shivers.
"So, " Kagome said as they sat, positioning the lawn chairs to face one another, "any questions?"
"Nothing but the usual monetary concerns..." he sipped his drink.
"Your half of the rent would be $325 a month, plus half the utilites, which really don't add up to much. The place stays pretty cool in the summer, and gets way too hot in the winter, if that evens matters right now..." Kagome trailed off as she noticed his amber eyes were gazing at her intently, as if he didn't realize she was rambling on. She looked down into her full beer bottle, not allowing herself to continue.
He smirked when she blushed. "Tell me about yourself, Kagome." When she looked at him with narrowed eyes he disclaimed, "Keh, settle down. I just want to see if we're compatible."
"Right," she giggled, and thought for a moment, aware that his eyes followed her fingertip as it traced the rim of the bottle. "I'm twenty-two. I just graduated from the University with a degree in English. I work at die Tasse. Ummm, I smoke, obviously, but never inside. I am a vegetarian, but if you eat me that's cool. I just ask that you don't get any blood on my tofu." Inuyasha chuckled. "I'm half dog-demon bitch, of course I eat meat, but I'm also half human, so I'll be considerate and keep it in a designated corner or something."
Kagome furrowed her eyebrows at "bitch" but let it pass, figuring it was a youkai thing, as Kouga had been known to call her "woman" more often than Kagome. "I appreciate it," she recovered, by lighting a cigarette. "Is there anything I show know about you? Age? Interests? Got any annoying habits or girlfriends?"
He smirked and reached for the pack of cigarettes Kagome had left on the arm of her chair. "I'm about twenty-seven by human years." He lit his cigarette. "And since humans age roughly four times faster than hanyous, you should know that I'll be celebrating by 100th birthday in a few months. I work at the bookstore because I like it. I don't have any annoying habits, or girlfriends for that matter." He looked Kagome pointedly in the eye, as if searching for relief or approval. He found a smiling face, which she supposed was satisfying enough, as he continued. "And I should tell you, that if I seem cranky every few weeks, it's because my night of weakness is coming up. I tend to either get very drunk or very cranky on that night, just a warning."
Kagome tried to drink this in. She could deal with Inuyasha cresting a century, Kouga had been older than that. That he had no girlfriends was surprising since he was damn hot, but she was thankful not to have any creaking beds or anything. The only thing she didn't really understand was the "night of weakness," so she asked. "Once a month, hanyous lose virtually all of their youkai powers from dusk until dawn. I essentially become human for a night. The ears go, that hair turns black, and I can't see or smell for shit, which is why I tend to drink: it's fucking suffocating. I hope that doesn't scare you any." It did, slightly. A depressed, weakened hanyou didn't really sound like much fun. Instead of saying so, Kagome offered, "I can stay with you and keep you company. I'm human all the time, so I know what it feels like. Besides, maybe company would make you feel better."
He looked skeptical. "We'll see. You won't have to worry about it for awhile though. I just had mine for the month a couple of days ago."
"Oh, well, the offers there if you want it."
There was a pregnant silence as Kagome finally finished off her beer. Inuyasha was watching the street again, even though all he could really see was the psychic across the street doing a palm reading in her shop window.
"So," Kagome said, "are you interested."
"I'm yours if you want me," he dead panned.
"When can you move in?" Kagome asked, trying not to sound desperate for company, but more like she didn't like having the empty room.
He looked her up and down, smirking playfully. "I like you, Kagome. Give me a key and I can start tomorrow."
Wow, that was long. Thanks for taking the time to read everyone, I really appreciate it.
Warning, This story is rated NC-17 for a reason, there will be continuing sexual situations, language, and probably just a tint (or more) of angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, nor am I under the assumption that I do.
Chapter Two: Further Introduction to Kagome Higurashi/Meeting Inuyasha
"You have one new voicemail. First voicemail sent at Monday, 6:37 pm."
"Hello Kagome, this is Inuyasha Miyamoto. I, uh, work with Miroku. He told me you're looking for a roommate. I don't know how you feel about co-ed rooming, but I thought I'd give it a try. My lease is up on the 31st, which is next week, and I really need a place to stay. It doesn't have to be permanent...It just seems we could help each other out, you know. You should have my number on your phone, so call me back and let me know what you think."
"End of message to delete message press -"
Kagome hung up on her voice mail service and looked Inuyasha's number up on her phone. She didn't know what to think. He sounded pretty cool, but she'd never really knew about such things until she actually spent some time with him. Who knows, he could be a cool sounding psycho.
She dropped her phone over the side of her bed and threw her right arm over her face and sighed. She knew Sango was all moved in with Miroku and she knew as she fidgeted beneath her bedclothes that her life was changing beyond her control. Nobody had called about her vacant room except the hanyou. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that. A male inu-hanyou living in her apartment, with her. Miroku had suggested he'd be a useful watchdog, if nothing else.
Maybe she'd call and meet him anyway-just to see. She didn't want to, but she needed a roommate and a smoke.
She kicked her bedspread to the floor, found her favorite pair of baggy jeans and the red hoody, gathered her things and stepped out the door. She meant to go to the park near downtown. It was her favorite late night place for a good smoke and head clearing. When she got there though, she was on her second cigarette and just kept walking. The only explanation she gave herself for going on was the sweatshirt's smell. It's scent was that of an earthy musk mixed with cigarettes. Maybe the latter was more her, but she was damn sure he'd lit up a cigarette at the club.
She wished she could remember more about him. His smell made her want him all over again. Entering downtown, she lit another cigarette instead. It was her last. There was a 24-hour drugstore a block or so up the street, convenient. She'd pass his building if she went. She could just go knock on his door, but there was the possibility that he might not be alone tonight. The fucking cigarette wasn't working.
She walked past his place, snuggling into the hoody and the drunken memories. She damned herself for not leaving her number.
The clerk in the drugstore gave her a discount and asked what she was doing in an hour. She paid full price and went home angrier and more annoyed than when she left.
After a few minutes of moping around and moving some of her things to accommodate the loss of Sango's, Kagome threw herself down on the dark blue sofa. She pulled the hanyou's number up on her phone. She got his voicemail and thought up something to say about meeting him at die Tasse at 6 the next day. That way, they could talk and see if they could actually live together. She hung up and snuggled into the couch. The urge to flip on the TV was easily overcome. She knew that was emptier than she was, and she didn't need anything else to make her feel the void more painfully.
The sex last night-that fuck-it was amazing. What she wouldn't give to be back in that situation. Nameless fucking beat wallowing in self-pity any day. What she wouldn't give to have what Sango had.
Kagome knew painfully well that she was excruciatingly jealous of what Sango had with Miroku. She was absolutely in love with him, and he with her. Tonight they probably cuddled on Miroku's overstuffed sofa, spooning blissfully while watching television. He would kiss her neck and tell her that he loved her and that he was glad she was finally living with him. Then, they would kiss, and kiss again, more deeply this time. His hand would wander up her shirt and they would shift so that he was on top of her, grinding his growing groin against Sango's pelvis as they both began to sweat. Soon, between kisses, nips, and licks, clothes would come off, petting and grabbing would start to occur until they were both good and horny for each other. Then, he would slide his aching dick inside her and pump himself in and out, in and out. She would groan and moan in pleasure. He would get harder and pump into her fast and faster until she had moaned herself in and out of orgasm, and he'd emptied himself out inside her. Both of them would be hoping that it creates a baby, while praying desperately that it doesn't. He would collapse on her, whispering that he loves her. She returns it, and they continue watching television, the only difference being that they're naked now.
Kagome's stomach dropped and she thought for a second she might be sick. Deciding she must really need a good night's sleep after he past 24 hours, she pulled a chenille throw over her shoulders and attempted to turn off her thoughts.
One more came to her before she closed her eyes. She had to work in the morning. While enough to brighten any normal day, as she enjoyed her job, she didn't like going there the same day she worked. She was meeting Inuyasha at 6, while she worked there from eight until four the next day. Die Tasse, her place of employment, was a locally owned coffee shop and café downtown. She loved it, but felt like she didn't have a life if she was there too much. It didn't help that it was one of her favorite hangouts before she worked there. It was just second nature to suggest it.
She didn't even want to think about the shit her fellow baristas would give her when they saw her there with the inu hanyou. She'd only split up with Kouga a week ago, and she'd spent all las night fucking a guy named Yash. Now she was considering moving in with a guy, which felt like boyfriend in a box. It would at least be a regular fuck after awhile. She didn't kid herself about that. She was turning into a slut.
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After a fitful sleep Kagome showered and dressed more carefully than she normally did. She prided herself in being a shrewd dresser, but did not always practice it. Today, however, she chose a pair of dark, low-rise jeans and a forest green T-shirt with an owl flying across the chest; an oversized envelope addressed to Harry Potter clasped in his beak. She adjusted her silver chain so that the dainty cross was positioned just above the owl's left eye, and finished off the look with moderate make-up and a messy bun.
She smoked a cigarette on her walk to work and allowed her mind to wand, fantasizing more positively than the night before. The guy the other night had poisoned her mind, she told herself, and put on a smiled as she tied on her apron. She pictured her prospective roommate as an innocent, nice guy, her age-maybe younger, with neat, short hair, polo shirt khaki shorts and a birkenstocks. She blissfully imagined the exact opposite of what she was attracted to.
As her shift ended Kagome stepped outside to the warm, sunny afternoon, intent on doing some shopping to pass the time. After visiting a few of her favorite second-hand clothing stores and browsing her favorite bookstore, she came back to die Tasse around quarter to six, sat outside with her Tea and started into Herman Hesse's Steppenwolf.
She was acutely aware of being watched when someone sat down at her table, however, she pointedly did not look up. She bit her lip, taking an extra few seconds to pray that he was a good, sweet, uncorrupted young man.
"Kagome?" she released her lip and set her eyes upon him. She and god never really did get along. He was tall and lean. He had large amber eyes. His thick silver hair descended down to his waist. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a worn red t-shirt. The best part though, were the two little dog ears on top of his head. Those were adorable, and he was gorgeous.
"You must be Inuyasha," she forced a smile.
"That'd be me," she stuck out a clawed hand, which Kagome shook carefully "Don't be afraid," he said, "My claws are sharp, but my touch can be as gentle as it can be harsh."
Kagome blushed and shook his hand. His words conjured a mental image of his claws gently tracing their way down her naked torso. She snapped herself out of it to say, "Oh, I wasn't afraid. I was surprised, that's all. I really haven't had much experience with hanyous."
"Hanyous? You've had experience with full-blooded youkai then?"
Kagome blushed his accusing eyes. "I recently broke up with a wolf demon from Kansas City. Kouga was charming at first, but her got overly possessive and controlling toward the end, and you're looking at me like I'm crazy."
"You dated that wimpy wolf?" He shook his head and stood. "How about we go see your place?"
It Kagome a moment to gather her things and keep up with his quick gait. "You know Kouga?" she asked.
He discontentedly glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Yeah, I know the guy." She sighed and mussed his bangs. "Do you know that the one of the major differences between dog and wolf youkai is there mating customs?"
Kagome shook her head, wondering why he was bringing it up. What an uncomfortable first conversation. She attempted to look innocent of all such notions.
"The actual mating ritual is essentially the same with all youkai: there's a mark on the shoulder and a blood exchange during sex. The differences lie in the different youkai's . . . courting customs, if you will. Wolfs are the whores of the youkai world. The basic stereotype is that wolves will fuck anything that moves until they find the best fuck and that translates into mate in their screwed up heads. Dogs have a bit more integrity. We don't fuck anyone until they know they are going to mate."
"So dogs and wolves don't really get along?"
"Sometimes. It'd be more accurate to say that Kouga and I don't really get along."
Kagome nodded. They walked on in silence, stopping a second so that Kagome could light a cigarette for courage.
"I broke up with him because he wanted to mate. He was getting really weird about it, so I got a warding spell from Miroku. He tried to bite me one night, on my shoulder. It nearly knocked him out. He left me alone after that.
Inuyasha smiled at her, all awkwardness erased. "That's the way to handle a wolf. You're one stron bitch if you could cast a warding spell strong enough to knock out a wolf. Where did Miroku learn something like that?"
Kagome tossed her cigarette as they reached her building. They went in and climbed to the second floor as she spoke. "He spent his junior year in Japan, studying under a Buddhist monk. He's actually a certified monk now. He has a framed certificate in his room and everything. This is it." She unlocked the door that opened up to the living room.
It was the biggest room in the apartment, though only populated by a couch and an armchair, both facing a large entertainment center. A small table sat to the left of the doorway with a phone. Kagome threw her keys there and allowed Inuyasha inside. A bar separated the eat in kitchen from the living room.
Inuyasha ambled around the corner and found the computer alcove, which was really just a closet with a missing door where the computer hid. This led to a bathroom as well, and circled back around to the far wall of the living room where two doors led to two separate bedrooms.
" I'll show you the room which would theoretically be yours," Kagome said, and led him to the right door. Inside was an empty, but fairly spacious yellow room with a modest closet on one side and a door on the other. He walked around it a couple time before pausing at the window.
"How do I get out on that balcony?" "Ah, the smoking porch, that would be this way. She opened the door which led to her disorganized bedroom. "That door was one of the main reasons Sango and I wanted this place: privacy if we needed it, but easy access when we wanted it."
She saw him nod as she opened her window and stepped out through it. He joined her, and stood at the railing, looking over the side to the dusky street below. "Can I get you a beer?" she asked.
He smiled at her genuinely as the wind played in his hair. Kagome hurried inside, grabbed the beers and threw on a denim jacket before heading back out into the evening. That smile gave her the shivers.
"So, " Kagome said as they sat, positioning the lawn chairs to face one another, "any questions?"
"Nothing but the usual monetary concerns..." he sipped his drink.
"Your half of the rent would be $325 a month, plus half the utilites, which really don't add up to much. The place stays pretty cool in the summer, and gets way too hot in the winter, if that evens matters right now..." Kagome trailed off as she noticed his amber eyes were gazing at her intently, as if he didn't realize she was rambling on. She looked down into her full beer bottle, not allowing herself to continue.
He smirked when she blushed. "Tell me about yourself, Kagome." When she looked at him with narrowed eyes he disclaimed, "Keh, settle down. I just want to see if we're compatible."
"Right," she giggled, and thought for a moment, aware that his eyes followed her fingertip as it traced the rim of the bottle. "I'm twenty-two. I just graduated from the University with a degree in English. I work at die Tasse. Ummm, I smoke, obviously, but never inside. I am a vegetarian, but if you eat me that's cool. I just ask that you don't get any blood on my tofu." Inuyasha chuckled. "I'm half dog-demon bitch, of course I eat meat, but I'm also half human, so I'll be considerate and keep it in a designated corner or something."
Kagome furrowed her eyebrows at "bitch" but let it pass, figuring it was a youkai thing, as Kouga had been known to call her "woman" more often than Kagome. "I appreciate it," she recovered, by lighting a cigarette. "Is there anything I show know about you? Age? Interests? Got any annoying habits or girlfriends?"
He smirked and reached for the pack of cigarettes Kagome had left on the arm of her chair. "I'm about twenty-seven by human years." He lit his cigarette. "And since humans age roughly four times faster than hanyous, you should know that I'll be celebrating by 100th birthday in a few months. I work at the bookstore because I like it. I don't have any annoying habits, or girlfriends for that matter." He looked Kagome pointedly in the eye, as if searching for relief or approval. He found a smiling face, which she supposed was satisfying enough, as he continued. "And I should tell you, that if I seem cranky every few weeks, it's because my night of weakness is coming up. I tend to either get very drunk or very cranky on that night, just a warning."
Kagome tried to drink this in. She could deal with Inuyasha cresting a century, Kouga had been older than that. That he had no girlfriends was surprising since he was damn hot, but she was thankful not to have any creaking beds or anything. The only thing she didn't really understand was the "night of weakness," so she asked. "Once a month, hanyous lose virtually all of their youkai powers from dusk until dawn. I essentially become human for a night. The ears go, that hair turns black, and I can't see or smell for shit, which is why I tend to drink: it's fucking suffocating. I hope that doesn't scare you any." It did, slightly. A depressed, weakened hanyou didn't really sound like much fun. Instead of saying so, Kagome offered, "I can stay with you and keep you company. I'm human all the time, so I know what it feels like. Besides, maybe company would make you feel better."
He looked skeptical. "We'll see. You won't have to worry about it for awhile though. I just had mine for the month a couple of days ago."
"Oh, well, the offers there if you want it."
There was a pregnant silence as Kagome finally finished off her beer. Inuyasha was watching the street again, even though all he could really see was the psychic across the street doing a palm reading in her shop window.
"So," Kagome said, "are you interested."
"I'm yours if you want me," he dead panned.
"When can you move in?" Kagome asked, trying not to sound desperate for company, but more like she didn't like having the empty room.
He looked her up and down, smirking playfully. "I like you, Kagome. Give me a key and I can start tomorrow."