InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Uptown Girl ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 4 )

Almost as quickly, Inuyasha found himself thrown forcefully to the ground; a sharp, intense pain radiating from his solar plexus. His eyes searched for Jade's blue ones as he took a slow, agonizing breath. Once their eyes locked all he saw was vivid green fury flaming from her once blue orbs.

 

“How dare you!!!” she bit out, almost growled from clenched teeth. “How dare you take advantage of my position?”

 

Slowly, Inuyasha regained his footing as he replied, softly, almost in embracement, “I'm sorry. I just don't know what over came me.” Crimson covered his cheeks as he chastely thought of the kiss, and the sweet exotic scent of ginger and citrus upon her skin, mixed with those of grease and anti-freeze. Slowly he opened his eyes from his thoughts as he gazed into her face, still seeing the fury as it slowly ebbed. “I won't let it happen again,” he continued, hoping that he'd not offended the young woman.

 

Behind her furious exterior, Jade thought of the hanyou's bold move in pure shock. “No one has done that in a long time. I just wish that he hadn't of done that,” she thought as she placed her hand gently to the juncture of her neck and left shoulder. Beneath the cover of her T-shirt, lay the courting mark of her beloved, fading from the last time they'd seen each other.

 

Turning back toward Inuyasha, fury still evident in her face, Jade replied, “Ever touch me like that again and not only will you have to find a different mechanic, but they'd be scrapping you off the pavement after my boyfriend got through with you.” Slowly, she moved past him toward the entrance of Auto Zone, as she stated, “Now, if you will excuse me. I have to fix your car before we even get to your home.”

 

Stunned, Inuyasha moved aside for the furious woman as she moved past him. He could still feel her wrath emanating from her body. “Shit! What was I thinking?” he thought, mentally cursing his lack of self control. Turning slowly he followed her into the store, keeping his distance, for fear of incurring more wrath.

 

Jade approached the counter, feeling the adrenaline rush subside as she moved farther away from Inuyasha, and her urge to kick the living day lights from his mongrel body. “What can I do for you Jade?” a handsome guy behind the counter asked, drawing her from her mental image of her hands around Inuyasha's throat in a chocking motion.

 

“I need a full tune-up kit for a '65 Mustang, Shippo,” she replied to the short, red headed guy behind the counter. “As well as two quarts each 10w30 and transmission fluid, if you don't mind.”

 

Quickly Shippo gathered the information for the car, as Jade grabbed the fluids. Once he tabulated the parts, he turned back to Jade, “Do you want them now or just have them delivered to the shop?”

 

Looking back at the Mustang, she replied, “Have the parts delivered. I won't get to it until the morning anyways. I will, however, take the fluids now, seeing as I don't think it will make it back to the shop without it.”

 

A wicked smile crossed Shippo's face as he spotted Inuyasha looking extremely out of place and uncomfortable in the auto parts store. “Who's the prick?” he asked.

 

Jade looked over her shoulder as she replied, “That's Mr. Inuyasha Taisho, the owner of that wonderful Mustang out there. Such a pity, he's a complete idiot when it comes to the car's maintenance. Speaking of which,” she commented as she turned back to Shippo, “Could you tell me if you have the parts for a new transmission? With as non-existent that the transmission fluid was and the screaming of the components, I fear that he's done serious damage to the transmission.”

 

“Sure, let's see, is that a three-speed or four-speed?” he asked as he typed into the computer.

 

Jade thought for a moment, before Inuyasha came up and answered Shippo's question. “It's a manual four-speed transmission,” he replied. Shippo looked at his face as a brief look of shock passed through his eyes.

 

Returning to his computer, Shippo suddenly scowled as he replied, “It looks like I don't have the parts in stock, but we can order them.”

 

“What's the bad news, Shippo? I can hear it in your voice?” Jade asked, picking up on the slight tremble of his voice.

 

Shippo turned toward Jade as he replied, “It will take at least two weeks before I can get them shipped. Apparently they were having problems with that particular transmission and they are being rebuilt, but only on a minimal demand.”

 

Jade furrowed her brow as she thought about what he had said. “Great, just great, this car is going to be more of a problem than I thought,” she ruminated inwardly; as she shook her head at the massive headache she was going to have over the Mustang. “I'll get back with you tomorrow after I get her up on the rack. Once I'm able to see how much damage has been done, I'll call for the transmission or just parts,” she advised Shippo, seeing the look of shock cross Inuyasha's face from the corner of her eye.

 

“That will be fine. It will give me a chance to do more research, through some different parts places and see if I can get it in faster. Do you want to pay for the oil and transmission fluids now or just put it on the shop's account?”

 

Cradling the fluids in her arms, Jade replied, “Go ahead and add it to the account. I'll see you later, Shippo. Will you be at the bar?”

 

“You know I will. It's Friday night and you owe me a game of pool,” he replied, winking at the wolf demoness as she exited the store with the rich hanyou following behind her as a love-sick puppy. Shippo shook his head as he thought, “How is it that even though she's taken that guys fawn over her like that?” Quietly, he returned to his computer, searching for a transmission that would help ease some of her problems.

 

Once Jade had reached the engine compartment of the Mustang, she carefully unloaded the bottles of oil and fluid from her arms. Taking another grease rag from one of the numerous cargo pockets of her jeans, Jade removed the oil cap and started to pour the motor oil into the engine, careful as not to spill any oil on the pristine engine. She felt Inuyasha move closer as she administered the fluids to the car, still noticing the look of shock on his face. “What's on your mind, Mr. Taisho?” she asked, not taking her eyes from the engine.

 

“Why didn't you tell me that you were the lead mechanic?” he asked angrily.

 

She removed an empty oil quart and added the second before she turned to reply, “I didn't feel that it was any of your business. Besides, it's not my fault that you couldn't tell that it was me in the overalls. If you've changed your mind about the tune up, let me know now so that I can have your charges rung up,” she countered, just as angrily for the implications that he left unsaid.

 

Seeing the defiance in her eyes, as well as anger, Inuyasha turned his head aside as he replied quietly, almost to himself, “No, I would still like for you to do the tune up on my car. From what I overheard back there,” gesturing back toward the auto parts store, “You know more of what you're doing than any one. Just hurry up and let's get out of here.” He stormed back to the driver's side of his car, leaving Jade to her work in silence.

 

After she added the two quarts of transmission fluid, she rechecked the levels for both the oil and transmission, content that they would last at least until she was able to get the car back to the garage. Disposing of the bottles back in the store, Jade quickly lowered the hood of the car and returned to the passenger side of the car, strapping in without a word to Inuyasha.

 

He started the engine, noticing for once that the grinding from the transmission was considerably lower as he pulled back onto the road toward his home. Inuyasha glanced at the gorgeous girl in the seat beside him, noticing the serene look upon her face, with closed eyes. Sighing he turned his attention back to the road, thinking about the taste of her skin on his lips. “That was pure heaven! To bad she's taken, though. But then again, she said she had a boyfriend, which means that there may still be a chance for me,” he thought as a sly, conniving smile crossed his face.