InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ This Wasn't In The Job Description ❯ A Trip Into Tokyo ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11

 

A Trip Into Tokyo

 

Kagome sat in her sitting room, thumbing through a magazine, waiting for InuYasha to call. She wasn't really paying attention to anything she was reading. Her mind was restless. She vaguely remembered falling asleep in front of the TV last night, but did not remember how she got to bed. Had she gotten up and went upstairs herself? How else could it have happened? Then there were the strange, disturbing dreams about her and InuYasha. It seemed her new boss was taking a hold of her subconscious mind, and she didn't want to even try and interpret what the dreams could mean.

 

Kagome's restless mind wandered on, and she wondered if InuYasha was over his anger from yesterday yet. For a couple that had supposedly broken up, they still seemed to have an odd relationship going on. It was obviously a fairly complex situation. She couldn't tell by the way they acted yesterday who had been the one to end the original relationship.

 

And what kind of day would she have today? What strangeness awaited her?

 

“Kagome,” InuYasha's voice called through the intercom.

 

She was startled out of her thoughts, and put the magazine down, uncrossed her legs and walked over to the phone.

 

“I'm here,” she answered him.

 

“You can come down to my office now,” InuYasha said.

 

“I'll be right there,” she answered.

 

Pushing the hair back off her face, she left her room and walked downstairs to the office. Hesitating at the door a moment to collect herself, she knocked.

 

“Come in,” was InuYasha's weary reply.

 

Kagome opened the door and walked in the office. InuYasha sat in his chair behind his desk, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, a red bandana on his head. His bare feet were crossed at the ankles and resting on the corner of his desk, and his arms were crossed. He did not look up at her right away, and his mouth was pressed firmly together as if he had a lot on his mind. This did not surprise Kagome, considering what had happened yesterday. She waited with her hands held demurely in front of her, until he looked up at her and gave her a quick, distracted smile.

 

“You're coming with me to Sango's office today,” said InuYasha. “We're bringing back the press releases. You're not wearing your heels today, are you?”

 

“Um, yes, I am,” Kagome replied.

 

“Not very practical on the back of my bike,” he said. “And you might want to reconsider that suit. A skirt that short won't be very practical either.”

 

“Okay,” said Kagome. “Should I go change now?”

 

“Yeah, get changed and come right back,” InuYasha replied.

 

`I better get my backpack, also,' Kagome thought as she went back to her room.

 

Opening her closet, she chose a pants suit to change into. Hanging her original suit up, she got dressed and grabbed her sneakers and backpack, then went back to InuYasha's office.

 

As Kagome walked in the door, the phone on InuYasha's desk rang.

 

“Shit!” InuYasha exploded. “Every time…”

 

Angrily, InuYasha grabbed the phone off his desk, sending random items flying off to the floor.

 

“Yeah?” InuYasha barked. “Miroku!...What?...You gotta be fucking kidding me… Kagome and I have to go to Sango's office first…she's at the hospital, huh?...Oh, shit…alright, alright! We'll be right over.”

 

InuYasha swore again and slammed the phone back down. There was an audible crack.

 

“Change of plans,” said InuYasha. “We have to go to Miroku's office first.”

 

Kagome went and got the big file of press releases sitting on his desk, and put them in her backpack.

 

The hanyou pushed away from his desk and got up, stalking over to his closet. He came out with two helmets, two black leather motorcycle jackets, and his boots. Walking over to Kagome, he handed her a black woman's size helmet and one of the jackets. She took them from him, wondering why he had them, and then thinking that maybe they had belonged to Kikyo. This did not make her feel very comfortable, but she didn't argue -just put on the jacket (which fit perfectly). InuYasha shoved his feet in the boots and led her out to the garage. InuYasha entered the security code, and the door opened. He flicked on a light, and Kagome saw his red, top of the line, Yamaha motorcycle, and a black Honda NSX sports car.

 

“Put your helmet on and climb on behind me,” said InuYasha, as he secured his own helmet. “You had better hold on tight - I drive fast.”

 

Kagome gulped, and slung her backpack over her shoulders. InuYasha climbed on the bike and picked up the remote to open the garage door, while Kagome climbed on behind him. He revved the engine and took up the kickstand as she put his arms around his waist. The force of the acceleration pushed him back into her grip, so she was forced to be pressed up tightly against his back.

 

Kagome clung to InuYasha for dear life, his hair whipping back into her face and blocking her view. Saying he drove fast was an understatement. The world was a blur around them, and Kagome felt as if they had disappeared into some spinning vortex together. But she soon realized that he handled the bike expertly and she had nothing to fear. Still, she clung to him tightly as he had admonished her.

 

They pulled up in front of Miroku's office, and dismounted the bike. Kagome's legs hurt a little because she was not used to this mode of transportation. InuYasha strode into the building, with Kagome trying to keep up, and they got on the elevator. Kagome looked over at him as the elevator climbed, wondering what was going on. He was scowling and not looking at her, so she kept her concerns to herself.

 

InuYasha didn't bother to check in with Yumi, just stalked past her and threw open the door to Miroku's office. Yumi only glanced up at him, obviously used to his behavior. Kagome threw her an apologetic look as she walked in behind InuYasha. Yumi smiled and waved her in.

 

“So how bad is it exactly?” InuYasha demanded, standing in front of Miroku's desk and crossing his arms.

 

“Hello, InuYasha. Thanks for asking how I am doing,” said Miroku, his hands behind his head as he reclined in his executive chair.

 

The agent smiled brightly at Kagome as she quietly came in behind the hanyou.

 

“How's your hand?” she asked solicitously.

 

“It's okay, thanks for asking,” he replied, flexing the gauze and chain bound hand. “Did InuYasha drag you out here on the back of his bike? Bastard, at least you could've taken the car.”

 

“The bike is faster,” InuYasha growled. “So tell me, how much is left?”

 

“I'd say you have enough funds to keep going at your current rate for about 2-3 more months,” said Miroku. “So you have no choice. You have to go on tour, or at least do a few stadium gigs in Tokyo.”

 

“Fuck!” InuYasha growled angrily. “I have no time for this! Every day Naraku will be coming closer to getting the formula!”

 

“Can't be helped,” said Miroku with a shrug, and looked troubled. “I have as much, if not more at stake now in finding the formula. But if you run out of money, you won't be able to continue anyway.”

 

“Shit!” InuYasha said, and threw the helmet he held in his hand on the floor in anger.

 

“I'll contact Masahito, and he will call your band mates,” said Miroku. “I'll see if he can get you some local dates.”

 

“Fine,” InuYasha mumbled. “We have to go to Sango's office now.”

 

“Um, InuYasha?” said Kagome. “I thought she was at the hospital?”

 

“Yes, in fact she is,” said Miroku. “I was going over as soon as I could.”

 

“Is she all right?” asked Kagome worriedly.

 

“She's fine,” said Miroku. “She has a sick brother. He was just admitted again. She doesn't have any other family but him.”

 

“Oh!” said Kagome sadly. “InuYasha, can we go too?”

 

InuYasha turned and regarded Kagome silently and intensely for a moment. She held her breath as his eyes seethed with complex and highly guarded emotions.

 

“I hate fucking hospitals,” he growled. “But yeah, for Sango, we will go.”

 

Kagome breathed again and smiled gratefully. InuYasha picked up his helmet and turned to go. Kagome turned to say good-bye to Miroku.

 

“I'll see you guys over there,” said Miroku. “I have a few phone calls left to make.”

 

InuYasha and Kagome got on the elevator, and suddenly a bunch of young secretaries and salarymen piled in behind them, forcing Kagome up against InuYasha in a rear corner. His warm breath puffed out over the top of her head, ruffling her hair as he sighed in disgust, and her behind rubbed up against his legs. Everyone jostled a moment, and Kagome was pushed off balance. She felt InuYasha's hands grab her by the waist to steady her, and she glanced up at him over her shoulder, smiling gratefully. He smirked down at her, and let her go as she found her balance. The door closed, and one of the young women glanced over her shoulder at them, her eyes suddenly going round as she recognized InuYasha.

 

“Isn't that the rock star, InuYasha?” she whispered to her friend standing next to her.

 

Before you know it, all the young women were glancing back and whispering excitedly. InuYasha closed his eyes and snarled in annoyance. He hated crowded elevators, and was in no mood for the attention. Too much was going on, and he had no patience for this shit right now.

 

Kagome felt uncomfortable as the women started looking at her speculatively. Unconsciously, she backed up and almost tripped over InuYasha's feet. Shaking his head, he had to reach out and steady her again.

 

Finally, the elevator got to the bottom, and everyone flooded out. InuYasha practically ran out of the building, the crowd of people parting in front of him, as if sensing his anger and urgency. Kagome was hard pressed to keep up. When she got outside, InuYasha had already gotten on and started the bike. Quickly, Kagome put on her helmet and jumped on the back of the bike, and they were off to Jutendo Hospital.