Hello, everyone! Welcome to my new short story, Talk Dirty! I am totally unashamed to say that this inspiration came to me when I was listening to that ~certain~ Jason Derulo song (you know the one). Anyway, this is just a fun project for me to do when I have time. This story will also be on Tumblr but chapter published here will be out a week ahead of when it is uploaded there. However, certain parts of the story will exclusively be on Tumblr do to its content. I will let you guys know when those will be uploaded on Tumblr, if you would like to go read.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to InuYasha or its characters.


"I'm that flight that you get on

International

First class seat on my lap, girl"


Inuyasha had no idea how he had managed to put up with Miroku for over 15 hours. Actually, he wanted to reform that statement: he had no idea how he had put up with Miroku for over 15 hours and not killed himself or the overly-chatty, flirtatious male. First, they had driven to the airport together - most of that time spent by Miroku blasting every song on the top 40 radio while singing obnoxiously off key - and then Inuyasha had to deal with him during two flights and one layover. Both flights also included Miroku coming on to every flight attendant who looked around the age of 35 and below. He was pretty sure he had sex with one in the on-flight restroom.

"You know Sango would be pissed if she knew that you're flirting with the flight attendants," Inuyasha pointed out to his friend over lunch that had been served to them on the plane.

Sango was a fellow Junior who was majoring in Exercise Science. They had met her Freshman year while taking their core classes, and Miroku had irrevocably fallen for her, though he tried to deny it. It had taken him two years to get past the friend zone. Inuyasha had lost a bet to their friend Hachi over that - Inuyasha bet he would never leave the friend zone, while Hachi had bet three years.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her! Besides, it's not like we're dating anyway," Miroku defended through a mouth full of food. Inuyasha personally never understood how he got laid so often.

"You guys have sex regularly, go on date-like activities, and romantically cuddle. On the couch I paid for, might I add."

"Cuddling is honestly the most innocent thing we've done on that couch. You're lucky you haven't walked in on worse," the dark-haired man said with a cheeky smile.

Inuyasha deadpanned and said, "You're dating."

"We're on a break!"

"This isn't fucking Friends, Miroku!"

". . . Do you honestly watch that show?"

"I enjoy the reruns. And this isn't what we're talking about right now."

"Look, we agreed that since I would be studying abroad for a whole semester, it would be best that we had an open relationship for the time being," Miroku explained.

Inuyasha cocked an eyebrow. "You're serious? Sango actually agreed to that?"

"I swear! I didn't want to be tied down, ya know?"

"Neither did Ross."

"You know, you can't use Friends references to win all of your arguments."

"Keh," Inuyasha huffed. He sunk lower into his seat and reclined it back slightly. If he was lucky, he would sleep through the rest of the flight

They had exited the plane and were collecting their bags from baggage claim. Unfortunately, they hadn't met up with their professor or the other students, so navigating their way through the airport was nothing short of a pile of hot shit. Luckily, Inuyasha knew a few basic English words, so they slowly managed to find their way to their proper destination. Most of the people who they had directions from looked at Inuyasha as if he had three heads since they had trouble understanding him through the Japanese accent, but at least they answered him eventually, so he wasn't bothered.

"What time are we all supposed to be at the dorm to check in?" Miroku asked once they were at curbside pickup.

"Eleven. It's 10:05 now so we have about an hour. Our car should be here in a few minutes according to this Oo-bar app."

"Uber."

"What?"

"It's pronounced Oo-ber."

Right. Of course. Inuyasha should have known that. But instead of thanking his friend for the correction, Inuyasha simply replied, "Keh."

"Your vocabulary is so extensive," Miroku teased, smiling over at him. He tended to smile a lot, even when it wasn't necessary. It unnerved Inuyasha sometimes.

Inuyasha didn't have to justify him with a response due to their Uber pulling up. He had already provided the driver with the address of the dorm so that there would be no verbal language confusion and had paid him with card.

The ride there was quiet; the driver did not try to have any conversation with them because of the assumed language barrier, Miroku stared fixedly out of the window at the sights, and Inuyasha busied himself on reading about the theories of engineering practices that could one day save the environment.

The drive from the airport took exactly forty-five minutes. They only had to walk a couple of blocks from the point their driver dropped them off to the actual dorm, which was on the outskirts of campus. Luckily, they were not the first to arrive. Their professor, Nomi Myoga, a balding old man whose eyes were too big for his skull, was already there, along with most of the other students. Only a few more were left to join them.

"Inuyasha, Miroku, there you are!" The engineering professor greeted. "You're right on time. We're just waiting on three more students and our intern, then we'll get checked into our rooms."

"Intern?" Miroku looked to Inuyasha in question.

"Myoga-sensei said there would a student intern from the language department on our trip with us. Something about a Linguistics major requirement. Did you not hear him mention that at all?"

The Mechanical Engineering student shrugged. "I hope it's a female. An attractive female."

"I fucking hope not. One less thing in this city for you to hit on," Inuyasha replied.

"You really are no fun," he pouted dejectedly.

Commotion at the front of the group began to stir. Some of the girls giggled while the males looked at each other with confused expressions.

"Now, now, hush, everyone! Our intern is here and she is going to introduce herself!" Myoga announced over the noise of the group.

'Her?' Miroku mouthed to Inuyasha, then wiggled his eyebrows.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes before following Miroku, who pushing himself to the front of the group in order to get a look.

What Inuyasha saw next was nothing like he expected. Quite frankly, he didn't really have any expectations of what a linguistics major was supposed to look like . . . Okay, maybe he had an image in his head of a lanky, long-haired male with glasses or a woman who wore clothes almost two sizes too big - which, if that's what you liked, go for it. Either way, neither of these images is what stood before him.

Before them stood a knock-out of a young woman with long legs the flowed out of the barely-length-appropriate skirt she wore, thick, wavy black hair, and a figure Inuyasha was sure he could look at for days. She was definitely Asian - all of the defining features were there - which made sense she was there to translate from English to Japanese and vice versa. She stood before them with a pleasant, pink-lipped smile, as if them being here had just made her day.

Inuyasha was going to pretend that smile was for him.

What broke him out of his staring was a snort and an elbow to the ribs.

"Might wanna hide the tent in your pants, buddy," Miroku sniggered.

The half-demon blushed - which he didn't do ever, dammit - and shot back defensively, "Shut the fuck up, Miroku."

"Hello, everyone! My name is Higurashi Kagome," she said in Japanese. "I will be interning with your study abroad trip in order to help you bridge the gap between English and Japanese here in New York. But I won't help you hit on anyone - that's completely up to you."

A chorus of chuckles went up at her teasing words, most of which came from the guys in the group who were all staring at her in some sort of trance. Inuyasha was ashamed to admit that he was definitely one of them.

"But my role is to help you bridge the language barrier so that you can get the most out of this city as you possibly can," she continued, "and so that I may practice. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have about the language or American culture. I'll help you as best I can."

"Thank you for being with us, Higurashi-san," Myoga said, putting a hand on her shoulder while flashing her a warm smile. "Now, everyone, we'll go get checked into the dorm and you all can rest and get food."

The process to get them all checked in took about thirty minutes, as they also had to be instructed on how to access the Wi-Fi and be briefed all of the amenities the residence hall offered. Then, they collected their keys one by one. Miroku was called up before Inuyasha, since his last name was Houshi, whereas Inuyasha's was Taisho.

When the lecher stepped forward to retrieve his room key, he couldn't help but speak to Kagome.

"I don't know how to read American numbers so I'll need you to escort me to my room."

Her brows furrowed, and Inuyasha tried to ignore the cute little 'v' that settled in-between her brows as she did so. "Um . . ."

Inuyasha grabbed his friend by the collar and dragged him back.

"Ignore him," he said, shooting his friend a glare. "We're all confused at how he managed to get into college."

Kagome giggled, as if Inuyasha had said something funny. He hadn't been kidding - Miroku's test scores were ridiculously low in high school.

"Thank you, Taisho-san," she said with that same polite smile. "Here - go ahead and take your room key since you're roommates with Houshi-san."

"Thanks," Inuyasha managed to get out without stuttering. Did anyone else notice her incredibly blue eyes or was that just him?

He dragged Miroku up to their room on the third floor, ignoring his protests the whole way there. Kagome had said his last name, which was nothing special, but Inuyasha couldn't help but wonder what it would sound like for her to say his first name.


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