So hey a new story hahaha *sweatdrop* I know I should work on my other fics but hey Its not like I get paid or nothin for my work. my tumblr pals really like this story so I may be working solely on this one for a while. Its my first au so advice is always welcome!

ON WITH DE STORY :DDD

The woman fought with her umbrella as the wind threatened to douse her in the heavy sheets of rain. She watched the map on her phone as she spat her wild black tresses from her mouth. Her stomach demanded she stop somewhere dry to eat her snack, or better yet, find a restaurant. She continued on her journey by sheer willpower, ignoring her body's needs. Stopping her in her tracks, she felt the object in her hand buzz. Her mother was checking in on her progress, wary of the weather conditions her daughter was traversing through on her search. Kagome shook her head as she continued to walk, her bare feet enjoying the small pools of spring rain lapping up at her ankles with every step. If it weren't for the damn wind threatening to blow her over, she'd be skipping from puddle to puddle in joy. She wanted to keep her sandals dry and Koga had always said that the best traction is the skin on your heel. Perfect for wet weather.
Facing the wind, as she lifted her phone to her ear, the wind picked up, the hill sloped, and the road grew slick. One second she was saying hello to her mother, the next, her foot slipped forward from under her. With a yelp, her arm flung upward and she nearly did the splits if she hadn't caught herself midway with her other hand. Within moments she felt the sting of her palm and foot and cursed inwardly. But what her nerves had noticed instantly, was the painful twist of her ankle. She sucked in a breath. Finally stable in her awkward position she put her now wet phone back to her ear, "I'm alright. I just slipped here."
That was an understatement. After playing volleyball in high school, she knew when she'd twisted something. It didn't seem too bad, but there was no way a doctor's visit wasn't in order.
"Are you okay? You bleeding?"
"No." She replied through a painful hiss. She wasn't lying. "Just stings." She added as she managed to rise and get past the slick moss, favoring her ankle. No reason to worry her mother who was nearly ten hours away and could do nothing to help.
"Well, catch the bus and try again another day. I know we don't have much time left, but that doesn't mean you can't try again on a dry day."
She hung up after agreeing with her. The bus stop was more than a few blocks ahead though. Careful with every step, she traversed the pavement slowly, heading towards the first place to stop to her left. It was an apartment complex, but one she'd never seen when she'd searched online.
As she looked for the sign that would lead her to the office, she read, "Taisho Terraces"
What an odd name. But as she hobbled past parked cars, she glanced at the buildings and suddenly found it fitting. Every apartment had its own roof deck. The buildings were very fancy, reminding her of a modernized heian era architecture. Though she sighed as Kagome knew she could never afford such a place, how she wished she could see how they looked in the warm sun.
Focusing back to the task at hand, she spotted the words 'office' straight ahead and limped over.
Just a few more steps... she gripped the railing and with one arm, lifted herself up the first step, then dragged her favored leg up the second. It took twice as long as it normally would.
Finally at the platform beneath the a roof, she slid her umbrella down and shrunk it, shaking the drops off. Using the thing as a sort of crutch, she gripped the door handle and twisted, a crack of warmth emanating from within.
"Touga's out! Come back la-" the boy was hit with the smell of wet human, and he peeked around the corner from the break room. There stood a tangled sopping young girl dressed in dark capris and a green t-shirt with no shoes and a black bag hanging long down her side. He didn't know what to say. He knew not how, or why any human would even want to come-
"Erm. Can you help me?" She took a step and wobbled. At that, he noticed the smell of blood, and he was before her in blur, his hands firm against her chilled arms.
She shot a confused look at him, and took in his features. Ball cap, white… loooonnngg hair, angled jaw line, dark thick eyebrows and ... intense deep-set golden orbs the color of the gods. She blushed prettily at his proximity and good, albeit unusual, looks. Kagome didn't mind the distraction from her suddenly inflamed ankle.
"You're bleeding." He stated. Though he was inwardly surprised that she hadn't even sucked in a startled breath at his appearance.
"I am?" She lifted her palm, and noticed he was right. She had been bleeding after all.
He gave a sigh, knowing she was going to freak out at this, but he was too impatient to rummage around for the first aid kit. It was unusual for a demon like his father to even own such a thing, much less need it often enough not to have it buried in a cabinet somewhere.
She froze as she felt a warm calloused hand cup the back of her own. She relaxed after a moment, thinking that he was nearly inspecting it. Still...
But she didn't have time to think further before she spotted the claws tipping his fingers. Her fear spiked before a warm pair of lips met the heel of her palm with a slight sting at the contact, to which she winced.
He felt her stare and smelled her fear, but didn't dare meet her eyes. His tongue met her flesh and he nearly groaned at the taste of sizzling blood, barely registering a gasp from the young woman and the fact that she had spiritual powers.

Despite her physically frozen state, her mind was running miles a minute. Was this some sort of sick kinky thing? She imagined his tongue traveling down her wrist and arm, inching closer and closer-
"There. Done."
She creaked her eyes open, her mind's eye searching her hand for pain. When finding none, she flexed it tentatively and opened her eyes wider at her perfectly flawless palm, not a nick of torn skin nor blood.
Drawing her hand to make a fist between her breasts, she glanced up shyly at her healer. His expression was devoid of emotion other than one cocked eyebrow, as if to say, well what did you expect idiot?
"Um. Thank you?"
He harrumphed, "You're still bleeding." And she immediately thought of her foot, but continued her stare at the unusual man before her. He was wearing a red college sweatshirt hoodie with the sleeves shrugged up to his elbows. His hair was longer than hers and messy bangs peeked beneath his black ball cap.
Was it just her, or did his nose just twitch?
Gathering her wit (and her sanity), she waved her hand at him shooing-ly, "It's just a scrape. No biggie!"
"I can't have you making a mess on this carpet." She heard him groan in annoyance, before she was swept off her feet, her forgotten umbrella falling to the blue carpet with a quiet thump.
Having only been carried this way twice before, the last time so long ago and by someone she now heavily disliked with a passion, she took comfort in the familiarity of the heat of another's skin at her back and side, her arm reflexively around her healer's neck as she was hurried across the room. Guys thought it was so manly to be able to lift up their girls like a bride. Kagome rolled her eyes internally at herself when she realized she liked it anyway.
It ended all too soon as she was set down but she internally reprimanded herself for getting touchy-feely with someone she just met. She didn't even know his name for christ's sakes!

Understanding his intentions, she still blushed when the handsome -Boy? Man? She couldn't guess his age and that made her all the more nervous- kneeled down before her, his gaze pointed at her injury. She drew her bloody twisted ankle away from him instinctively, imagining him with his magical mouth on her most ticklish area. She shivered at the thought.

He tried to explain some without looking up at her, "If anyone comes in here with human blood in the air father's reputation would be ruined." And the visitors would shoot daggers in his direction, perhaps even literally.

Human blood? Were there animal blood stains somewhere in here already? So they allowed pets on the premises? And how would someone even be able to tell the difference? And was this guy some kind of cosplayer?

Having successfully distracted her, he gently cupped the back of her foot in his palm, raising it towards his face as he turned it slightly to get a better angle at the scrape on the inside of her foot by her big toe.

Kagome pretended this wasn't happening. She must have hit her head when she fell and her mother would be freaking out right about now. She felt him at her foot and pain gripped at her till she cried out involuntarily. Their eyes met and his softened with a gentle smile before thunder boomed loudly.

She cringed at the sound of the sky splitting in two and her leg jerked. When she opened her eyes again, he was glaring at her with one eye shut, his lip twitching.

"Did I just- did I kick you?"

Growling, he snapped, "Are you trying to bust my eye black and blue?!"

Kagome recoiled, "I'm so sorry!" How could she just kick her savior like that? Thunder-schmunder, she had more self-control than that.

He spat, "Keh. It's fine. I heal quick…. unlike you pathe- what the hell did do you do to your foot?"

She slipped her fingers in the back of her scalp with a small laugh, "I slipped on the walk here and twisted my ankle."

He huffed, "Guess I'll have to dig for that first aid kit after all."

After setting her foot and bandaging her up in the awkward silence, an air vent blew on her wet skin and she reacted naturally with a violent shiver.

"Sheesh, you really don't take care of yourself do you?" He stood up then and muttered a 'be right back' before disappearing down the hall.

She glared in the direction he took off. Hmph! Like hell she didn't take care of herself! She spent hours each week calming herself during her anxiety attacks. She took care of her body and mind when she pulled all-nighters studying for tests, taking gentle showers and rejuvenating naps when she could not seem to focus. Caring was the perfect adjective to describe herself, so how dare he judge her?! They'd only just met!

But her anger faded when he returned and sat next to her, wrapping a towel around her shoulders. She was hyper aware of the fact that his body leaned behind her after rubbing her upper body down with the towel, his arm wrapped behind her back in a sort of hug. Though nervous, she still attempted to take his offer of comfort and leaned back against his shoulder. "So what the heck are you doing out here anyway?" He said gruffly.

"Looking for a cheap apartment."

"You a student?"

"Yep. You?"

"Not technically."

That was an odd answer. He wore the university logo on his chest after all. She took the pause to reach into her bag and take out her snack that she'd bought from the convenience store on campus. She fussed with the plastic wrapping of the pastry before it was swiped from her hands. Her curious gaze fixed on the claws that shredded it open before handing it back. As she fed her angry belly, their conversation was made up of short sentences shot back and forth between the little physical space between them.

"Do you work at the university then?"

"Sometimes I run errands for father there but no."

"Who's your father?"

"The owner of this place."

"It's a very nice complex. Doubt I could afford it here though."

"Humans aren't allowed here- Speaking of, how the hell did you get through the barrier?!" He stiffened behind her and she turned to him with confusion, cream cheese pastry in her mouth.

"Barrier?"

This girl was either a moron, or she had a concussion, possibly amnesia. "What barrier?! The demonic barrier that keeps you humans from even seeing this place!"

"What do you mean us humans?!" She grasped the forelock of his white wig and pulled before his cap began to slide off, "Aren't you one-…. too?"

He noticed her eyes leave his to stare atop his head. He became very still as she saw what was considered an intimate body part, one that distinguished him from both humans and demons, one that was almost always kept hidden that it became a habit to keep his cap on 24/7.

Kagome couldn't help the grin that crossed her face nor the words that slipped off her tongue, "They're so cute!"

Thinking they couldn't possibly be real, she reached up to touch one to test its softness.

When her fingertips were mere inches away, the appendage flicked and she paused, "Are they… real?"

He muttered a defeated 'yes', said ears pinned down like a pup's, prepared for her to scoot away in fear.

Kagome wondered at them in awe with starry eyes. The pink insides of the two triangles so innocent. Her arm still raised, she flushed at what she was about to ask, "May I…. touch them?"

He was at a loss for words. She wanted to touch them? She really must've hit her head hard. Unable to force any words out, he simply tilted his head to give her better access. He was curious after all, having never shown them in front of anyone other than his father and brother who had witnessed their appearance on his head at the moment of his birth centuries ago. There was one woman fifty years ago that had caught him with his hat off by accident-

Electric shocks rippled down his spine as she rubbed the white triangle between her two dainty fingers. He did his best not to move, but it was becoming difficult as her fingers moved to the base of his ears and back up to the tip. Knowing he couldn't handle much more before he pounced on the poor injured woman, he was about to end the moment when the door slammed open across the room with a "Inuyasha! I brought you some take-out from that ramen shop! It's your-…. favorite…"

Touga stood stunned, fur-lined blue coat dripping, his smile forming an 'o' at the presence of a human touching his son so intimately. Though his expression never wavered, the daiyoukai didn't miss the lingering scent of human blood or nervous sweat in the room.

Mortified, Inuyasha immediately straightened and flashed his cap back on and turned away with an embarrassed huff. With a calm body language, a very important way of communication to inu's, especially to his more bashful son, he turned and closed the door behind him. As he turned around with his returned smile, he focused on the girl instead, "I hope you feel very special young lady. This the first time he's brought someone home with him!"

She remembered the close proximity they had been in before being interrupted and she scooted away for both their sakes. "Oh we weren't-"

"It ain't what it looks like old man!" The boy, she immediately decided, stood and stomped away towards his nearly identical father, swiping the plastic bag of take-out from him with a muttered, sassy 'thank you' and retreated to the break room and out of site.

The dog demon general made no mistakes however, unbeknownst to his second son, and he took note of her wrapped ankle. So he had been kind, he smiled inwardly. It was so rare for him to show any sort of positive emotion towards humans after witnessing some of the harsh actions of humans back in the early 1800s when he'd still been just a pup.

"Are you alright young miss?" He trotted over to the girl sitting semi-behind his desk on the sofa against the wall. He relaxed back in his desk chair with a calm demeanor, attempting to relieve the awkwardness and entice friendly relations from the nervous child. "I had hoped my son had good manners." Said son snorted in the other room.

Kagome snickered to his delight, the waves of nervousness in the air dissipating.

"Of course not, he was quite kind…." she lifted her palm to her own inspection once again. Touga frowned, putting the invisible pieces together in his sharp mind.

"How did you come to be here, miss?"

She turned her attention to him, aware that she could be in some sort of trouble for trespassing or something after the way the boy had explained things. A polite smile lit up her features as she tried her best to look innocent, even though she technically was, she somehow felt guilty from the scene just moments ago. "Oh well I was walking down the street to check out apartments and I slipped so I came here for some assistance." She chirped.

Even Touga was aware of the effects this human must've had on his son, she was charming, quite beautiful, and radiated positive energy- as well as spiritual energy apparently. Hoping none of his residents had taken notice already, he snapped his fingers underneath his desk to put up a second barrier around the office for privacy.

She knew not why, but suddenly the pounding of the heavy rain outside quieted a bit. She didn't dwell on it for long before she heard slurping sounds from the break room. He sure seemed to be enjoying himself. She turned back to his father, attempting to make conversation, "You're apartments are beautiful, sir. I wish I could afford to live here, but then I don't think I could ever leave for class each day."

At the mention of his property and quickly analyzing a plan, he decided right then.

"Young miss, I'm afraid we haven't been quite honest with you." Touga said gently.

She gave a 'hm' in question, cocking her head in a very inu way to his surprise.

Letting her witness the transformation he released the magic that was his disguise. Black hair in a long tail glittered to its pristine white underneath the fluorescent lighting. Kagome paid close attention as jagged tattoos appeared along his cheekbones and his ears grew pointed. In all seriousness, he stated, "These apartments are not for humans."

Live long and well, with Inuyasha :3