InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Find You ❯ Hot Food and A Hot Rod ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Okay guys, yes, I'm back, after like a week. I've been pretty busy. I had to spend time with my dad's family, comforting them, and what-not, which I think is pretty backwards, given the circumstances. But whatever. Okay, had a few questions my reviewers gave me.

1. Again, and hopefully for the last time, I had another reader tell me that they couldn't read my story because it's incest. (They didn't read the author's note, and didn't leave their s.n. so that I could correct her assumption.) But whatever. I'm just saying, you ALL SHOULD READ MY AUTHOR'S NOTES! They might be important, okay? Thank you!

2. Okay, I live in Texas. (Not that I think you are interested.) Well, in Texas, the legal age, where sex is no longer prohibited, is 17. I know very little of the Japanese culture, so I go by the standards and culture that I know. However, I do know that the legal age to have sex in Japan IS 13. So, no, from the Texan AND Japanese view point, Kagome, 17, and Sesshomaru, 19, can be together. Yay, that's the way we wanted it!

3. On the last, and by far, least important note, Sesshomaru is not wearing a helmet, and that is also legal in Texas. So ha! And yes, I do know some of the law. Especially since I got pulled over tonight. Damnit.

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Kagome sat parked in her car. Traffic had been completely stopped for over half an hour.

She sighed, resting her forehead on the steering wheel. She had been on her way home from the bookstore in the city, when traffic began to gradually slow, until finally stopping.

She had found out from a radio station that there had been an accident half a mile ahead, and would take quite a while for the road to be back in use. She rolled down her windows and turned off the car so she could preserve her energy. It was very warm, being late summer, and eleven in the morning.

Oddly enough, Kagome was not bothered too much by the inconvenience. She had a little time to herself, and she had just bought a few books. She might as well enjoy the time, instead of complaining. It was still uncomfortable, but she could make the best out of a bad situation.

She sat up and began to rummage through her plastic sack full of literature. Kagome cracked one open, lounged back, and lost herself in a book.

Not far into the first chapter, a roar of an engine stirred her. Who was moving? Traffic was at a complete stand-still. Looking in her rearview mirror, she saw a man on a motorcycle zig-zagging his way past cars.

Lucky guy, she thought. He was going slow between the cars, so not to cause an accident, but at least he was moving.

As he neared Kagome's car, she recognized him. It was Sesshomaru Taisho. When he was almost twenty feet past her car, she stuck her head out the window. Before she could stop herself, she called out to him.

“Sesshomaru!”

Sesshomaru immediately braked. He craned his head around to look at who called him. An average human would not have heard anything over the roar of the engine, but being youkai enabled him to.

He saw a young girl waving her arm to catch his attention. Peering closer, he saw realized who it was.

Kagome.

It was her. Looking forward again at the long line of traffic. He slowly eased his bike up a little farther, than made a sharp turn. The entire time he operated his bike to turn back to Kagome, the single thought of, why are you doing this? ran through his head.

In the week since the barbecue, he had given Kagome some thought. Even stranger, the mental image of her smiling had popped into his mind at the oddest moments. He had been in the middle of his office, the phone in his hand, ready to dial a coworker. He had been startled out of his reverie when the buzz of the phone had reached his ears. He didn't know how long he had stayed frozen like that, the image of Kagome in his mind's eye.

He was confused by the unpredictable way his mind kept staying to the girl. He had never experienced such problems with women.

Stopping by her car, he looked into the open window of her car, his face carefully not showing any of the slight happiness of seeing her again.

“You rang?” he asked. Then cursed his instinctive formality. Even as a child, he had been polite, icily so.

Kagome giggled. She had thought he sounded rather like Lurch, from the Adams Family.

Trying hard to wipe the smile off her face, she looked up into his flawless face. “Yep, whatcha doing?” she asked happily.

“I was driving,” he replied.

“Well, gee, I knew that,” she rolled her eyes. “I meant, where are you driving to?”

“I was simply driving for the enjoyment of it. I acquired this motorcycle recently, and take it for rides on weekends I am not busy with work.” He had seen Kagome give him the once-over. Sesshomaru knew she had been surprised by his casual, but ripped blue jeans, and his white t-shirt.

“Oh, that's cool. And you don't get stuck in this awful traffic. Good thing I don't have to be anywhere later on.” This brought up the thought that Sesshomaru may feel odd talking to her in the middle of traffic.

She frowned. “Are you okay talking to me here? I mean, I know it's not the best place to hold a conversation,” she frowned at the piercing car horns in the background. “If you want to go, you can,” she offered politely.

“Yes, this is not my ideal location for speaking, I suppose,” he glared at a driver that sent them a look that clearly spelled out the thought of `damn youth.'

Kagome sighed. She had not really wanted him to leave, she was just trying not to be selfish.

He looked at her, “You said you did not have any plans later on,” he looked at the surrounding cars, judging, “I expect traffic will be cleared out within the next hour. Would you like to meet me for lunch? We could take our conversation somewhere a little more appropriate, other than the highway.”

Kagome's eyebrows almost touched her forehead. “Yeah, I'd love to do that!” she squealed. “Um, I mean, yeah, that sounds good to me,” she nodded.

Sesshomaru smiled, and Kagome thought he looked incredibly handsome, and a little more earthy when he did that.

They quickly decided they would meet at one, at the local Mexican restaurant. (Kagome's choice of course. God forbid Sesshomaru spice up his life the slightest.) He left, roaring the bike loudly, and speeding off, once again navigating his way through the cars.

Kagome sat back in her seat, pleased to no end. She put her book away, which she had laid on the passenger's side. She started her car again, deciding to splurge on the luxury, cranking the A/C up, and letting the radio blast her favorite CD.

She sent a thankful prayer to God that she had luckily taken care of all her chores that morning, leaving her with an empty schedule for the day.

Sesshomaru had been right, the traffic had been cleared up within the hour, and she arrived at the restaurant about ten minutes early. She reached into her purse.

She ran a brush through her hair, and put on her lip gloss. She didn't wear much makeup, she was always afraid that it might clog her pores. Besides, she preferred the natural look.

Walking into the restaurant, she paused, as a moment of insecurity froze her on the spot.

What if he didn't show up? What if he forgot? What if...

What if he treated this like a date?

Excitement pounded through her head and into her heart. She tried to squish the small, traitorous hope into nothing, and calm herself. She saw Sesshomaru striding to her, still in his well-worn jeans and t-shirt.

She just couldn't stop smiling.

Sesshomaru thought Kagome's best feature was her smile. Not that her other attributes weren't something to scoff at, but her smile lit up her entire face.

“Our seats are this way,” he said formally. One would almost think that this was a business meeting if not for the casual wear.

He led her to their booth, and a waiter took their order.

They were given chips, salsa, and their drinks until their food came. Not many people were there, most had left when lunch hour was over.

“Come on, dig in,” she ordered him, taking a large bite of chip with a mountain of salsa on it. “The dip here is awesome!” she exclaimed brightly.

Sesshomaru looked at her. She really did enjoy little things. He didn't know if she was stupid for it, or wise.

He took a bite of salsa and chip, smiling at her, as if to say, here, will you leave me alone now? The salsa was very good, however. He quickly finished off the serving of chips.

“Hey now! I was just trying you to get a bite, not eat all of it!” she giggled. “Oh well, our food will be here soon.”

Stirring her coke with her straw, she said, “Thanks for inviting me to lunch. I was getting pretty hungry out there on the highway.”

“I thought we could talk in a more suitable environment.”

“Yeah.”

“So what do you want to talk about, Sesshomaru?”

Their food arrived in the form of steaming plates, and they eagerly picked up the silverware.

“So, I know you work for your dad and stuff, just like Inuyasha, but what exactly do you do?” Kagome asked.

In between hot mouthfuls, Sesshomaru said, “ I run a weapons store.”

Kagome put her fork down. “Oh,” she said, horrified.

Looking at Kagome and smirking, he said, “No, it's not like that. My father's business is a chain of stores that sell antique or historical weapons, mostly from the Feudal Era.”

Kagome nodded. “Wait, if the items are historical, why aren't they in museums?”

“My father has many connections. Mostly we buy from private collectors that would normally just put the weapons on display in museums. Usually the items have been passed down from generation to generation, but my father is very rich. He has the ability to meet almost any price.”

Kagome nodded. It had almost sounded like he was bragging, but when she thought about it, he worked at the business. He was just taking pride in his family's accomplishments. There was no harm in it. She and her family placed a lot of importance in their part of running the shrine.

“Maybe I can come around and see some of the products sometime. I love history.”

“Yes, I suppose you could,” he agreed, and couldn't help think that he really wanted her to.

Later, when the delicious meal was over, Sesshomaru and Kagome walked to her car. It was about two then, and the sun beamed down bright and hot on the parking lot.

When reaching her car, she leaned against it, facing Sesshomaru. “What did you drive here in?” she asked him.

He pointed to the motorcycle she had seen him on earlier, parked in the shade.

“Oh,” she said, feeling particularly stupid for not seeing it before that. “Can I go look at it?”

Seeing her hopeful look, he mentally smiled to himself at her childlike expectation. He led her to the fine machine.

Peering closer, she ran a tapered finger over the intricate seams in the seat, that formed a crescent moon. Standing up, and smiling at him, she said, “My dad used to have a motorcycle. When he met my Mom. He traded it in to pay for her wedding ring.”

He gave her a soft look, and Kagome, quickly learning his expressions, knew it was a sad compassion.

She smiled brightly. “I always thought it was such a sweet thing to do for my Mom. I don't really remember Dad. I just remember being hugged by strong arms, and his shoulders. I was young when he died. That's all I remember of him.” She shrugged. “I'm not sad about it. I mean, I hate that I missed out on the dad-stuff, and that my Mom is sad about it. But, divorced parents sometimes see their kids just as much as deceased parents.”

Sesshomaru nodded. He could understand that.

Trying to rid the air of negative energies, Kagome smiled at Sesshomaru again. “This certainly is quite a hot-rod. I like it. Very hip,” she looked at him slyly, “Didn't know you had it in

you, Taisho.”

He grinned wickedly at her, completely out of his expected character, then lifting a leg over the seat. He revved the engine, making Kagome take a step back.

“Want a ride?” he asked her, lifting an eyebrow. What had gotten in to him?

Kagome paused, hesitant to answer. She bit her lip, pondering what action to take. She knew she had done all her chores earlier. She didn't have to be home till evening. She had plenty of time for a quick little ride, but would she take it?

Sesshomaru sighed, and shook his head, as if disappointed. “I knew you didn't have it in you,” he said, daring her with her own words.

Kagome put her hand on her hip, lifting a brow at him, as if to say, oh yeah?

She got on the damn motorcycle.

Well? What did you guys think? Like the long chapter? I hope so, but still, quality is better than quantity, and I hope both were good. Bad day. Got pulled over by a cop, and it all exploded into this huge crap. So I got home all frustrated, and took it out on the story.

FINALLY! THE RELATIONSHIP IS GOING SOMEWHERE BETWEEN SESS/KAG! I hope you are all freaking happy. Come on! She's going on a bikeride with him, that's good right?

Please review. I love the feedback, and love to know each one of your reactions. It's great. I'm so shocked, but so pleased with what I'm getting in my reviews.

-ac06