InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Together in Tokyo ❯ Midnight Train ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SilentTaiyoukai 
Kagome takes the train home.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.17.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 443 | Visits: 803 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome takes the train home.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.17.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 443 | Visits: 803 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome took the train home from work and he was there.
He sat across from her with his nose in a book, his hair falling around his face in dark curtains.
The train hissed to a stop, and a few people came aboard. Kagome was a little less than thrilled when one of them sat down next to her. There were plenty of seats left on the train, yet this man insisted on sitting so close that Kagome became a bit uncomfortable. She scooted away, and as she did so he sighed. Kagome could smell the alcohol on him. She could feel his eyes on her.
“I’d spank that,” he muttered, and Kagome hoped she had misheard him.
“Excuse me?”
His hand reached for her and Kagome shrank away for him. His fingers brushed against her leg. She balled her fist, but before she could try to slug him, he was flailing around and gasping for air. The man that had been sitting across from her had the drunk’s throat in a vice, and Kagome saw his face for the first time. He was handsome, but he looks weren’t the most striking thing about him.
It was the power Kagome felt coming from him, a deep vibration that rattled her bones.
At the next stop, three people got on but only one person got off. The drunken man was pushed from the train, and Kagome looked out the window to see him land on the platform.
The man who saved her sat back down and picked up his book.
“Thank you,” Kagome said, and he said nothing. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
He didn’t answer.
At the next stop she followed him off the train. They walked in silence to the row of shops where she had first seen him, and when he turned down the street to his complex, she put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“Who are you?”
He didn’t turn around.
“No one,” he said, and his voice sent a chill down her spine. It was deep, smooth, and familiar somehow, though she couldn’t quite place it.
He continued down the street, and there was a flash of fire as he lit a cigarette. Kagome watched as he disappeared into his building, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last time they met. She wanted to know just who, and what, he was.
He sat across from her with his nose in a book, his hair falling around his face in dark curtains.
The train hissed to a stop, and a few people came aboard. Kagome was a little less than thrilled when one of them sat down next to her. There were plenty of seats left on the train, yet this man insisted on sitting so close that Kagome became a bit uncomfortable. She scooted away, and as she did so he sighed. Kagome could smell the alcohol on him. She could feel his eyes on her.
“I’d spank that,” he muttered, and Kagome hoped she had misheard him.
“Excuse me?”
His hand reached for her and Kagome shrank away for him. His fingers brushed against her leg. She balled her fist, but before she could try to slug him, he was flailing around and gasping for air. The man that had been sitting across from her had the drunk’s throat in a vice, and Kagome saw his face for the first time. He was handsome, but he looks weren’t the most striking thing about him.
It was the power Kagome felt coming from him, a deep vibration that rattled her bones.
At the next stop, three people got on but only one person got off. The drunken man was pushed from the train, and Kagome looked out the window to see him land on the platform.
The man who saved her sat back down and picked up his book.
“Thank you,” Kagome said, and he said nothing. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
He didn’t answer.
At the next stop she followed him off the train. They walked in silence to the row of shops where she had first seen him, and when he turned down the street to his complex, she put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“Who are you?”
He didn’t turn around.
“No one,” he said, and his voice sent a chill down her spine. It was deep, smooth, and familiar somehow, though she couldn’t quite place it.
He continued down the street, and there was a flash of fire as he lit a cigarette. Kagome watched as he disappeared into his building, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last time they met. She wanted to know just who, and what, he was.