InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Virulence ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter Eleven

“Chicks Dig Red”

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha…Rumiko Takahashi does…why do they torture me like this?

As they walked through the city, their eyes on everything but each other, both individuals couldn't help but revel in this time together.

Kagome flitted between the crowds of people in front of her, her hands linked behind her back as she bounced down the street in her short skirt, the muscles of her legs contracting as her smooth white skin gleamed in the sunlight. Despite all the horrid smells that forced themselves at him, InuYasha couldn't help but close his eyes for a brief moment as her scent floated into his nostrils.

“InuYasha,” he heard her call. Opening his eyes, he frowned as she faced him eagerly, pointing at the display in a window. Walking up to her, InuYasha grimaced at the sight of men's outfits on those dummies they put up in the window. As Kagome gripped his hand, the hanyou found himself furious with his inability to resist her urging with her small hand holding his own.

“Hey,” he grumbled, glowering at the racks of men's clothes, “I hope you're not expecting me to enjoy this. We've been out for almost an hour just walking around. Don't you want to look at stuff for yourself?”

“Are you kidding?” She demanded, crossing her arms. “InuYasha, don't make this whole thing about me! You need things too!”

“No I don't.”

“Don't be such a man,” she muttered in reply, her bright smile dimming for just a moment. With instantly renewed jubilee, she said, “I want you to have something nice, InuYasha. Not just jeans and boring t-shirts. Come on, InuYasha.”

Come on, InuYasha, Kikyou whispered, her lips brushing against his skin. Come on.

“Alright,” the hanyou answered, “but only `cause you're forcing me to.”

“Great!” Kagome said, dragging him up to the counter where a man in a vest stood, quite obviously listening in on their conversation. With a smile at the gentleman, Kagome pushed her friend forward. “Can you help him?”

The employee smiled, his eyes flashing as his gaze ran down InuYasha's well-formed body. “A hanyou,” the man whispered, his demon's fangs appearing in the corner of his lips, “very nice.”

^.^

“Are you almost done?” Kagome called, sitting in the chair outside the changing room. “It's only a couple outfits.”

“Woman!” Came a sharp reply. “This is your fault! If you want me to look good, you need to hold your horses. Hey! Don't touch me there!”

“Sorry InuYasha,” came the muffled apology, “please just stop moving.”

“Oy! Who said you can call me by my first name?”

Kagome sighed. This had been going on for almost a half hour. She was truly surprised at his endurance. Glancing around at the store, empty but for a few men browsing the shop, she decided to get up and look around herself. There's nothing wrong with looking around, she figured.

Looking at a shelf of silk men's shirts, Kagome tried to imagine InuYasha at a party with a group of businessmen, a glass of wine or sparkling water in his hand as he exchanged pleasantries. Shuddering, she shook her head. Somehow, that image was both disturbingly nice and unnatural.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a door, which looked to have a bunch of shirts wrapped in plastic falling out. A sale, she wondered, walking over and opening the door. The shirts inside seemed no different from the ones she had seen on the shelves, and she knelt down to examine a bright blue one that she thought would go good with InuYasha's eyes.

“I see you've found our exclusive inventory!”

“Ah!” Kagome jumped, turning to see the man who had been fitting InuYasha, and also the source of her friend's chargrin. Smiling, she cocked her head to the side. “Exclusive?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed, raising a finger in the air, “the finest material you could find. It's made with fire-rat hair. Very rare, that is?”

“Is it?” Kagome wondered, looking closely at the blue shirt she held in her hand. “What makes it so great? Is it soft?”

The man shook his head. “No, I'm afraid it's no more soft than your regular grade cotton.” Reaching down for the deep red shirt on the floor beside Kagome, he recklessly ripped it from it's packaging. “Let me show you/”

Walking over to the counter, the man pulled out one sleeve, slid it into the mouth of a stapler, and pressed down. “Voila!” He cried, and Kagome was amazed when she saw the small staple fall from the cloth, compressed. Coming closer, she saw that there were no holes at all in the fire-rat hair. “Wow,” she breathed. “it's so strong!”

“Strong enough against a sword, a gun, almost any petty weapon,” the employee said confidently. “Not to mention fire. I suggest you think about getting one, if you are willing to pay for it. Of course, you can always pay in installments.”

“How much is it?” Kagome asked, intrigued. Imagine being able to prepare food without having to worry about knives or oil burns as much as before. “How is it cleaned?”

“Well ma'am,” the clerk said, that familiar spark in his eye, “that's the best part! This beautiful outfit repairs itself over time, if damaged. Of course, oil, blood, or coffee will have to be removed normally. We are out of black at the moment, unfortunantly, so this beautiful red is all I have to offer you.”

Crafty. He thought of everything, didn't he?

“This is the price, ma'am.”

“No way!”

^.^

After shrugging on the suit jacket, InuYasha emerged from the dressing room to see that Kagome wasn't even waiting for him. After all this, she had the gall to go walking off? Didn't she say she wanted to see him dressed up?

Grumbling, InuYasha walked out, arms laden with clothes, and threw them on the chair the wench had been sitting on. His ears flicked when he heard her exclaim, “no way!”, and he grumbled as he stalked over to where she was staring at shirt, her eyes glued to the tag. “Is it really that good?”

“Yes, ma'am,” the youkai shop owner grinned, obviously pleased with himself for financially backing Kagome into a corner. InuYasha's eyes narrowed. “It's a pretty good deal.”

The fact that the man was mocking Kagome -for her presumed act of maturity no doubt-, was beginning to irritate the hanyou, continuing to stalk over, he took the shirt from Kagome's hands, snapped at her to get his clothes from the seat, and meet him by the register.

“Wait! InuYasha-“

“Just do it,” he growled, his eyes trained on the bemused expression of the demon.

She frowned, her eyes lingering on the price tag as she turned to leave. InuYasha stood at the counter and waited, shoving a card at the employee and ignoring Kagome's gasp as the price popped up on the screen. Grimacing, he tapped his claws on the counter as he averted his eyes. He wasn't stingy, but he also wasn't the kind of guy who wanted to go a day without dinner. InuYasha saw Kagome's wide eyes glued on him, her hands clasped in front of her. “What's your problem?” The hanyou asked gruffly. “You wanted it, didn't you?”

“Mhmm,” Kagome replied, watching as the clerk began wrapping and bagging their purchases. “But it was for you, you know.”

“You can have it,” InuYasha said, “I'm not really into red. Aren't girls going around wearing men's shirts now anyway?”

“No!” Kagome laughed, “but I'll wear it in public just for you.”

“Keh!” InuYasha frowned, taking the bags from the demon, grabbing Kagome's hand as he moved towards the door. “It's ok.”

^.^

“Come on, Sango,” Miroku whined, “just listen, okay? I swear, I was just talking to her, for real!”

The young woman frowned, turning her back towards her boyfriend as she picked up her purse, took out the key for the salon, and grabbed her jacket. “I don't want to here it Miroku,” she sighed, “this is the last time. I should have known after the first time that you were never going to stop.”

“No, Sango!” Miroku gasped, grabbing her arm as she started to walk out of the salon, “I promise! You can check my phone, my internet, anything!”

Sango turned to face him, her eyes blazing. How could she have let him trick her the way he had. His dark blue eyes, his short black hair pulled into a tiny ponytail at the nape of his neck, his oftentimes sweet and innocent smile, the lean shape of his body, everything about him seemed so beautiful, so pure and kind. But she had caught him with a woman, not even one year ago, his mouth whispering words into her ear as the cheap whore playfully ran her hands down his chest. Did he really think he could get out of that situation by saying he was innocent? That he wasn't a cheater. The fact that he would grab at other girls' asses was enough to get any other girl to dump him, but Sango had been stubborn, and had held on.

As she walked down the street, ignoring the begging and pleading of the man behind her, Sango saw, in the distance, a gleam of silver hair. Her eyes latched onto the figure right away, and then, she saw the small body beside the demon.

It was Kagome.

She almost fell over in relief as she raised her arm, waving as she called out.

“Kagome!”

Her friend stilled, turning slowly, her eyes oddly wide and terrified. The demon beside her grabbed hold of her shoulder, and Sango frowned and ran forward. Kagome said something to the demon, and he let go of her, eyeing Sango warily as she approached. `Could this be Yoshiko?'Sango wondered.

“Hey Sango! Come back! Please!”

“Shove off, asshole!” Sango called back, grinning as she came upon Kagome. “Hey Kagome-chan.”

“Sango,” the girl smiled, the anxiety instantly leaving her face, “it's been a while! How are you?”

“I'm alright,” Sango replied, trying to keep her former irritation at Miroku at bay. They could talk about that when they were alone. Speaking of…

“Who's your friend, Kagome?”

“Oh!” She smiled, “this is-

“InuYasha!”

Both Sango and the demon boy straightened like rods, turning and snarling at the voice. “You!”

“Hehe,” Miroku grinned, running his hands through his hair, “how's it going?”

A/N: Yay! Another chapter! Hope you guys are enjoying this! I can't believe it's chapter eleven already! I feel so emotional.

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