I am an ass.
A huge, ugly, warty, hairy, shit-filled ass.
I'm probably the hugest ass in all of existence.
Well, there are probably people who are huger, like my boy- I mean ex-boyfriend…
But, I'm the ass who dated him so…
I ducked my head as I felt a wave of self-pity and sorrow wash over me.
My name is Kagome Higurashi and I just found out my boyfriend of five years has been cheating on me for probably the better half of it. I scoffed to myself. He was such a dick.
When a guy chases after you to be his girlfriend for the most of high school and crushed on you in middle school, doesn't it mean he kinda loves you? (Or is an obsessed stalker…)
That's what I thought! Kouga Ookami is the most inconsiderate, jerk wad, self-centered, ass-wipe in the world! Who breaks up with their girlfriend so close to the holiday season and her birthday… I'm starting to wish I had kick him in the nuts, now…
I could hear a man talking to the flight attendant person behind me. His voice sounded kinda sexy and somewhat deep… But, right now I hated men. The bastards… I hate that my dad was right.
The males of this generation were either in jail, gay, or needed to be in jail. Is it possible to make cheating on a girl illegal?
I felt some eyes on me, but didn't look up. Then, I heard the female attendant whisper, "Sad case. Probably boyfriend troubles."
That bitch! Is it any of her business? Did I even tell her that? Ugh, everyone just wants to piss me off today!
"Hey."
Probably the sexy voiced man… Well, I don't want his pity. No matter how sexy his voice is. He probably has the face of a frog with big red zits on it! The got a silent laugh out of me.
"What?" I asked without picking up my head.
"I was wondering-"
"No." I said. If he asked me to go get some coffee with him, I was going to scream…
"You didn't let me finish," he said.
I lifted my head to glare at him. It was very hard to glare at a man so, so, I can't even think of a word.
He smiled at me and I wondered if my mascara was running. I wanted to reach a hand up to fix my hair, but didn't dare. He would think I was fixing myself for him. The jerk…
"You look completely miserable," he said.
I glared at him, "What do you want from me?" Okay that was pretty harsh. He was just trying to make conversation.
"Just to talk, I guess. It's kinda boring here."
I looked around. I've been sitting in this airport for over five hours, crying. Where did the time go? I checked my iPhone. It was ten o' clock like I thought. My flight was for five, but a freak thunderstorm kept me back. Heh, twelve hours ago, I found out my boyfriend was a total tool…
"Do you want to talk?" he asked. He gave me a look. He probably thought that his gorgeous silver hair, beautiful amber eyes, cute little nose, and sexy fangs would make me talk or worse-get me turned on. Stupid, conceited demons.
Ever since they'd come out of hiding five years ago, they were running up and down he streets with their super human strength and senses. Why couldn't she have super-human strength? Then she could run away from all this!
"Hello?" he asked and I saw a playful spark in his eyes. I glared at him.
"Why the hell are you so happy?" I didn't mean to voice my thoughts. It had slipped out. But, I might as well continue… "Can't you see I'm depressed. Go away."
"But, you shouldn't be depressed. And, I'm not leaving until you smile," he said.
I faked a smile and told him to leave. Doesn't he have a flight to catch? This is a freaking airport! He looked back at him. He was smirking at me. Cocky bastard…
I got up and walked away from him. Maybe a trip to the bathroom would do me some good.
I walked into the restrooms and checked myself in the mirrors. My mascara wasn't running- thank Kami- but, my hair looked like a bird's nest. I had just talked to the most handsome man in the world with this mess on my head. My life is officially over… I tried to fix my hair the bet I could, and exited the restrooms.
I walked slowly back to my seat. He might still be there. When I got back, he was gone. He actually listened to me. I tried to keep the disappointment off my face, but I think some leaked through. Oh, well… he probably got tired of me. Men are so weird…
I sat back down and got out my iPod. I should probably be looking for a place to stay. A hotel room would be nice. It was time to call home.
"Hello?"
"Mom, is Dad there?" I asked. He was the only person who could help me right now.
"Sure, Sweetie."
I waited for what seemed like forever, but when my father picked up his baritone voiced boomed in my ears.
"Hey, Love Bean. How are you?"
"You and our nicknames. Dad, I need a favor. Can you get me a ride home from California?" I asked. Flying from California, USA to Tokyo, Japan was just one of the little things my Dad could do.
"Why are you in California?"
"I was visiting a friend and they were busy with a friend," I said. I can't tell him that he was right! Especially, not with Ms. Nosy-Bitch right behind me…
"So, your so called "wonderful" boyfriend was cheating on you. You went to visit and found out the hard way. Now, you on your little backside and want to come home. Am I right?" he asked.
"Your powers of perception are frightening," I said. My dad could always tell what was wrong with me. Damn, paternal senses…
"Sorry, Love Bean, but I warned you about him. Now you have to deal with the consequences."
"What kind of father are you? You'd leave me in a foreign country to get kidnapped without any way of getting home? I thought I was your Love Bean," I tried to smother that with as much self-generated guilt as I could.
…
"Give me two days," he said. I thanked him and gave my best. I still got it. Mama always said, no one could manipulate a man like a Higurashi woman. Of course, I had had years to practice manipulating my dad. I was getting my very own pony by age two. I. Am. Good.
"So, you found a way home?"
I almost shrieked way I heard that voice. Where the hell did he come from?
"Do you have to sneak up on me?" This guy was getting on my nerves. What kind of guy sneaks up on you. He probably want same to piss myself, but I won't! Ha-ha! I win…
"I was always here, for your information. It was you who snuck up on me. And speaking of which, you looked pretty disappointed when you thought I wasn't here," he said.
"I refuse to answer you. You probably think this is some game-"
"I do," he said, cutting me off.
"Your such a child. If you don't mind, could you go sit over there? I have a call to make," I said. He shrugged and walked to where I indicated. When he sat down, he looked at me with a knowing look. Weirdo…
I got my phone out and made a call to a long lost friend.
Ring…ring…ring…weirdo is still staring at me…
"Hello?"
"Sango, I need a favor. Do you still live in California?" I asked in fluent Japanese. My first language. Let's see Mr. Nosy-Weirdo-Hottie-Man listen in now!
"Um…yes and no," she replied, switching to Japanese.
"What do you mean?" I asked. She needed to live in Cali! It is very important!
"I'm more between Cali and Japan. My new boyfriend proposed to me a week ago. Kagome, we've barely talked since we got out of college a month ago! We need to catch up! I'm in Japan right now. Maybe we could-"
"Sango, focus!" Sango was nice, but she was easily distracted sometimes… "I'm in California. I came to see Kouga, but he was to busy sticking his tongue down some slut's throat and the bad part is-I got a ring."
"Your kidding," she said.
"Nope. I thought he loved me, but he was just a jerk. Now I have no more apartment, I have to move in with my parents, with nothing, but an engagement ring to my name," I said. Well , maybe I had more than that…
"What about your huge-ass trust fund? And your freakishly large allowance? You get more money monthly than small countries make in a year."
"Leave me alone. Besides, you know I don't use unless I need to. And I call the situation I'm in very desperate," I said and started twirling my hair. Sango was my bestest bestie. She had been friends with me since my awkward teen years. I was somewhat of an ugly duckling for my middle school years. Frizzy hair, braces, glasses, and less than perfect clothes. Sango helped me change up a little and now I was-as my mother put it "the second hottest woman on the planet". She was numero uno…
"Sweetie, you could buy a whole continent to live on. You rich folk never cease to amaze me."
"I just want to come home and-"
"What?"
"Have you ever been completely weirded out by a complete stranger?" I asked. Mr. Nosy-Weirdo-Hottie-Man was watching me with interest in his eyes. He didn't look like he could understand me, though.
"Maybe. Why?"
"I met this guy-"
"Already?"
"Would you wait? He's in the airport with me and I can tell he's a demon. The cocky bastard. I bet he thinks he's better than me. But, I wanna see him try something. He'll be screaming in pain when I'm done," I said. Miko training, judo lessons, fitness training, and running a mile everyday gave you're the right to feel self-confident.
"Is he the rich looking weirdo? Or the stalker looking type?"
"Rich. Why?"
"Sweetie, you know your ass wants a job. Maybe he needs a secretary or something?"
"I'm not asking a guy I just met for a job. Anyways, Sango I need to go. It's almost mid-night," I said. That might have been a lie, but who cares. Mr. Nosy-Weirdo-Hottie-Man was laying back in his chair. His long hair was flowing down and he looked somewhat like the perfect male model. Not counting the fact that he looked really young. Now that I actually watched him, he didn't look all that hot. More, like cute. like teddy bear cute…
I pinched myself. He looked serene. As if he were sleeping. His hands were resting on his abdomen. He looked thin, but not bony-skinny. His hands looked slightly bigger than mine. Not like Kouga's smaller more feminine hands. Kouga always thought he would become a male-model… he spent most of his time grooming himself. Why did I even give into him? He was prettier than me!
"it's not nice to stare at people," he said. He spoke Japanese… Even his Japanese sounded cute…
He speaks Japanese… I blushed and looked away. I had practically him a stalker to Sango. I felt so bad now… Wait, why was he listening in on me! He should feel sorry! Not me! I glared at him, but he was gone. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"If you want, I can help you out for the night. That is, if you don't want anything to do with a stalker," he said. I felt sooooo mortified.
"I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to judge you when I don't even know your name." I said. Ms. Nosy-Bitch wasn't hearing this conversation.
"That's ok. My name's Inumaru. I may be able to help you," he said.
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