InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Virulence ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter Five

"Chicks Dig Boring Hobos"

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. He belongs to Rumiko Takahashi!

For every action, there is always an equal and opposite reaction. Kagome knew that, and she knew that the consequences of her actions could vary between a sharp word or something much harsher.

But Yasha was different. As he dragged her home, his grip tight as iron on her wrist, Kagome somehow knew that he wasn't just angry because she had disobeyed him. No, he was angry because he felt she had put herself in danger. She knew that when he had said her name when she'd found him with that woman. His whisper had been choked, disbelieving. When he'd come on her, fury in his eyes, she'd seen his gaze rake over her, surprise and something else burning in his amber orbs. Even in the dark of the night, she could see his face, flushed as he desperately tried to disguise his embarrassment with righteous fury.

When they reached the apartment though, Kagome knew he was angry and not just flustered. Not having a key, she'd failed to lock the door, believing she'd only be gone for a few short hours. Those short hours had ended up lasting longer than she'd expected. His furious glance at her as he pushed open the door only served to reaffirm his now barely restrained annoyance with her.

Silently, InuYasha pushed her into the house, turning to lock the front door. Realizing that this was around the time he was going to go crazy on her, Kagome quickly ran to the closet door, shoving her bags and new jacket in. Rushing back to the couch, Kagome held the hanyou's gaze as he turned to look at her. His eyes were unreadable, prompting her to raise her chin and look defiantly up at him. She could take whatever he was inclined to dish out.

A few moments passed, but nothing came. Kagome's chin tilted a little, realizing that he wasn't going to confront her after all. His stance was that of an annoyed man, arms crossed as he put all his weight on one leg.

Shaking his head, InuYasha dropped his arms and walked over to the closet door, hanging up his jacket. The clothes she'd bought fell out of their bags, scattered around his feet. Along with them was the wallet from the trench coat. Takashi Yoshiko's wallet.

Picking the wallet up, InuYasha looked from it to her. Searching it, his eyebrows raised at its empty contents. He walked over to Kagome, sitting beside her.

"Did you use up all the money in this wallet?" he whispered.

Looking at him, Kagome nodded.

"I did."

Now the hanyou's expression went to one of astonishment.

"Do you have no morals? I don't think your name is Yoshiko, is it Kagome?"

Kagome had to hide her smile -he said my name again- choosing to scowl at Yasha.

"Well that's not your name either. What are you doing with it?"

"Why did you use the money?"

"Why did you mug some poor guy?"

"Why did you steal what I 'mugged'?" InuYasha replied, emphasizing his point with air quotes. "Tell me."

Kagome turned from him, crossing her arms.

"When you're living in an apartment, practically alone, for more than a week, with one pair of clothes and NO conditioner, you can tell me then."

InuYasha looked at her, confused.

"There's tons of clothes in here," he replied slowly, motioning to his bedroom.

"Yeah!" Kagome answered, put out by his faked innocence, "and you said there was a gun propped in there that would shoot me if I went in."

InuYasha laughed. "I didn't think something like that would stop a wench like you. Go ahead."

"No thanks," Kagome replied, insulted.

"Alright," InuYasha said, weary of her already. He looked at the wallet, cringing. It was a picture of him at his human time, the wallet and I.D something he used specifically for that 'off day'.

Oh DAMN!

He just realized. Most human nights he spent in his apartment, but now he couldn't do that with Kagome stuck inside. Rubbing his temple, all he knew was that he still had a bit before the actual night, and didn't feel like thinking of a solution at the moment.

Looking down at the girl in question again, InuYasha's newfound agitation extended to her outfit.

"Are you old enough to be dressing like that?" he blurted, instantly realizing that that was the wrong thing to say.

Raising her eyebrow at him, fists at her sides as she stood, Kagome snorted at him. "I'm almost sixteen years old. There's nothing wrong with the way I'm dressed."

"Huh," the hanyou replied, turning to go to his room. Sixteen huh?

"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking," Kagome called, her hands on her hips.

"I'm an old man in his twenties," InuYasha replied dryly, opening his bedroom door. "Twenty-two to be specific."

"See," the girl replied, "now was that so hard? You want to answer something else for me?"

Feeling a sense of foreboding, InuYasha turned to look at the girl. "What?"

"How do you know Koga? Has he asked about me since then? Where have you been for the last two days?"

Sighing, InuYasha looked at her, a queasiness settling in his throat.

"I'll tell you later, O.K? And where I was is none of your business, but if you must know, I was at I. Corps doing some research on some targets of mine, and a corporate meeting. Without biscuits."

"Very funny," Kagome called, laughing as he closed his door.

Wasn't it?

^.^

"Is that everything on the girl?" Naraku sighed, looking up at the wolf-demon before him. "And why did you bring this to me again instead of Sesshomaru?"

Koga growled, his hand going to the healed spot on his forehead where the demon's hanyou brother had thrown his own gun at his head, knocking him out.

"I don't trust him," he growled again, glowering down at the folder he'd brought before his boss. "I know he'd cover up for mutt-face. That girl can't possibly be dead."

"And why not?" Naraku asked, closing the folder and pushing it across his desk to Koga. "InuYasha said he took care of her. He hasn't missed a target or a witness yet."

"Yet. Why did he knock me out? Why didn't he leave me to take care of her dead body at least? Not to mention he stinks when he comes in here. What kind of dog do you know wears cologne?"

"I admit," Naraku answered, sighing at the wolf's annoying suspicion, "that the kid has been particularly preoccupied with something. Have you stopped to consider a woman?"

Koga looked at Naraku in astonishment. "Yes…"

"You know what I mean," Naraku snapped, "some bimbo he'd picked off the street and decided to coddle. Not this Higurashi girl. I don't see what makes her any different from the rest of them. Besides, we have her body."

"W-we do?" Koga sputtered, mouth gaping.

"Yes. Mr. Dai brought this information to me, along with photos his brother took of her dead body before he cremated it. Same face and all. He gave us hair and saliva from her body in case we want to make a staging later on."

"What's a staging without blood?" Koga scoffed.

"He broke her neck."

"How convenient. You won't stop me from looking for her now though, will you? I don't get how you can trust that damn inu-hanyou."

"I don't trust anyone," Naraku laughed, "I just have a little insurance on the kid."

^.^

Lying on his bed, InuYasha looked at Kagome Higurashi's file, one that had taken him two jobs and a promise to Sesshomaru to get.

"Ninth grade…Sota…Higurashi Shrine," he read, his eyes skimming through the file. According to this, the girl had good grades in her public school, excelling in math. She had a brother in fourth grade, a housewife mother, and a grandfather who acted as a priest at the shrine grounds near her home. Oddly, her father wasn't listed.

Well, that wasn't a big deal. She was obviously a normal, boring girl from Tokyo. All her friends were listed here, including…a boyfriend?

Sitting up suddenly, InuYasha narrowed his eyes at the name listed as boyfriend, along with a picture.

"Yamato Hojo, huh?" he frowned. What a normal, boring name for what appeared to be a normal, boring guy. The kid was probably a sexual deviant of some kind, no doubt about it. Reminded him of a friend of his who also had that damned innocent face but couldn't keep his hands to himself. "Hojo…hobo…"

A knock at his door surprised him. "What?" he called gruffly, shoving the file under his bed. In about three short strides, he made it to his door, opening it to glare down at Kagome, now dressed in a pair of ducky pajamas. "Can't I have a few minutes to myself?"

"You've been in here for a couple hours," the girl answered, brow raised. "It's almost nine."

"Oh, is that your bedtime?" InuYasha sneered, leaning against the door. "Do you need a bedtime story?"

Glaring at him, the girl turned and walked down the hall.

"Never mind."

"I didn't think so," he laughed, closing his door. Pulling the file from under the bed, he resumed glaring at the boy. He spent a good twenty minutes there, deciding that the best way to find out about the punk was to ask his…girl…friend…

"Hey wench," he yelled, storming down the hall as he came upon Kagome watching T.V, I want you to-HEY!"

Curled up on the couch with Buyo on her lap, Kagome looked over the edge of the sofa to see InuYasha, fuming as always.

"What are you yelling about?"

"Is this a new episode?" InuYasha thundered, clawed finger jabbing in the direction of the telly screen.

"Yeah…" Kagome drawled, looking at him blankly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He answered, newfound fury rising.

"I tried to tell you," she answered, turning back to the set, "but you yelled at me. Why do you have to be so angry about everything? It's exhausting."

"Keh!" InuYasha replied, jumping over the couch's edge to sit as far away from the girl as possible. He was not always angry. He resented that. Almost as much as missing the first fifteen minutes of Top Chef Masters.

"So what happened?" he demanded, eyes glued to the screen as one chef was bitching about something.

"I dunno, Yasha. Maybe if you were a bit nicer about it."

Turning to look at the girl, InuYasha couldn't believe her guts. 'No wonder she gets into trouble so easily', he thought. 'Bitch doesn't know when to quit.'

^.^

A few hours, and a few argument later, Kagome fell asleep. Looking at her, InuYasha decided that he was feeling pretty good about the whole situation. She wasn't really a troublemaker, despite her big pain-in-the-ass-ness.

Turning off the television, InuYasha stretched, deciding it was time to go for a little walk. Making sure Buyo was still on Kagome's lap, he went to the closet, pulling out a short blue jacket. He looked at the floor, amazed at the amount of crap she'd been able to shove in his closet.

Shaking his head, he shrugged the jacket on, walking into his room to spray some of that nasty perfume on. Kagome left her scent all over him, and while he didn't mind it at all, he knew someone who'd recognize that scent.

Walking back out of his room, he locked it, turning down the hall and opening the front door. Locking that as well, he walked out and made it to the front sidewalk, suddenly sensing trouble.

"Mutt-face."

A/N: Who could that be? Edits again. When this story is finished, I will re-edit everything as much as I can. Right now, writing and fighting with betas is something that is taking up most of my time.