Okay so this is dramatically different compared to Alpha Bitch if any of you are reading that. This is an odd story that popped into my head because I couldn't sleep. It's meant for shits and giggles here and there but it is a story with a plot. The chapters will be approximately 2,000 words each (once you ignore any author notes that appear.) Speaking of which, if you haven't read Alpha Bitch then ignore that top sentence, but you know feel free to give it a read if you wanna.
There she was again.
There he was again in front of her.
With a sigh and a depressed look on her face, she wiped the surplus flour off of her dainty hands and glared at the man.
"Hey, I can't keep feeding a little urchin you know." She suddenly spoke without any type of tone in her voice.
The man looked up at her; his golden eyes shone with defiance. He wagged the two little dog ears above his head and continued to scarf down the pastry in his clawed hands.
"Hey, I figure that I'm the only business that your rinky- dink bakery seems to be getting." He spoke rudely with bits of chocolate in his mouth.
"I'm starting to regret feeding you; you little ungrateful mongrel." She spoke in anger.
The man, however, was right; her name was Kagome Higurashi, 23 years old and an unsuccessful baker in the middle of Tokyo, Japan.
Her bakery, Pearls of Sugar, was located on the farther districts of Tokyo, where many— her included — found it a hassle to travel to. Her grandparents owned this place before her and it was a small but happy family run Soba restaurant. She planned to save up some more money and buy a building in one of the more bustling neighborhoods, but her grandmother passed away and entrusted the building to her.
And Kagome wasn't so heartless that she would pass up a building that her grandparents fought so hard for and paid so many years of mortgage for, because it wasn't in the ideal location; it also gave Kagome the chance to open the bakery she wished for much earlier then she had planned.
But Kagome realized that she ran on feelings not logical ethics; and her big heart lead her into this predicament; broke, lonely and struggling to keep up a decrepit building from toppling on her sentimental little head.
"Well that was pretty damn rude of you! I make sure to pay you a visit everyday out of my hectic schedule and this is how you treat me? I should take my business elsewhere!" The dog- demon in front of her sounded haughty.
Kagome felt her restraints snap and she locked her enraged crystal blue eyes on him. "Listen up mutt, I don't ask for you to come here and trade insults with me! Hectic schedule my ass! You're an urchin, you bring no business you stupid freeloader!"
He looked up at her with an innocent look before stretching his arm out and grabbing a cookie. Her jaw slackened and her eyes widened as she couldn't believe that he still had the audacity to take another confection after she had just put him in his place.
Where the hell was his dignity!
"See doesn't it feel better now that you let out some frustration?" The man spoke again with cookie bits flying out onto the clean glass of her table.
She was about to inflict physical pain on the lout before she realized that she did feel lighter. "Huh, you're right?"
"See, I do bring 'business' just not monetary, so stop bitching and get in that kitchen!" He laughed obnoxiously at his own chauvinistic joke.
Kagome felt her anger rise once again and the next thing she knew was that the half- demon was kicked out of the bakery with multiple lumps on his head. She wiped her hands furiously and got ready to prepare for closing the store. She turned back towards the counter and heard the bell on her door chime.
Tinkle! — The small chime slightly pissed her off and she turned around expecting to see the urchin she had been feeding for about three days.
"Back for another helping huh—" she paused once her eyes locked onto the figure.
It was a man in a track suit. His eyes were sharp and light blue and his skin was tan. His hair was black and appeared well taken care of; it was tied into a ponytail with a piece of brown cord and his ears were pointed. He wore a track suit; the kind that professional runners wore.
Kagome could tell that he was a wolf- demon.
"Hello sir, do you wish to buy a pastry or a beverage?" Her demeanor changed once she realized it was a potential customer.
He sniffed the air in the bakery and he let out a growl. "It smells like a mangy mutt has been in here."
"Huh, so you know that stupid little urchin?" Her mood instantly soured again.
"Oh we go way back." The man's eyes rolled in exasperation. "Has he caused you any trouble?"
"Oh no, he's just been eating out my bakery and not paying a cent." The statement was heavily laced with sarcasm.
The demon smiled and sat down at her table and she quickly grabbed a cloth and wiped away the chewed up cookie bits from her previous visitor's poor table manners.
"I'll just take an iced coffee and the bill of whatever that idiot ate…" He said unhappily.
Kagome's eyes widened. She looked down at the man and she shook her head; sure she needed the money, but she couldn't subject that kind man to pay for that idiot's tab.
"Uh, sir —"
"My name is Koga, cutie." His rough voice sounded suave.
Kagome shook her head. "Oh okay great, but Koga; I don't think you're quite aware of how much that guy has basically inhaled."
"Don't worry about that, I'm positive I can foot the bill."
"Fine, do what you feel is best." She shrugged her shoulders before making the coffee and compiling the list.
She returned to Koga and he requested for her to sit with him.
"I've honestly gotta clean up this place and close it." She declined.
"Hey, from what I see, you don't have much to do." He eyed the small empty bakery. "You might as well join me."
She huffed and crossed her arms. "You demon males have not an ounce of empathy, do you?"
He smiled charmingly at her before she sat down and chewed the fat with him. "So what's your name?"
"Kagome." She answered curtly.
"That is a cute name." He complimented her.
"Hm, I don't think so. I rather dislike my name, honestly speaking." She shrugged. "But my mother obviously chose that name with love so I won't complain really."
Koga laughed. "You don't really like to make small talk, do you?"
"Uh, no I do, but I'm just in a bad mood." Kagome blushed. "But my way of speaking is usually pretty frank."
Koga sipped his coffee and looked at the bill. He spat out his coffee all over Kagome and became enraged.
"What kind of idiot eats this much at one place? Isn't chocolate supposed to be deadly to dogs!? Why on earth did you keep feeding him if—" Koga paled as he looked back at Kagome.
Her bangs were drenched and stuck against her forehead and her eyelids fell heavily against her eyes. Coffee dripped down her face and she had no expression on her pale face as she got up and grabbed a napkin and wiped herself off.
"Kagome… I am so sorry!" His heavy voice quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to do that! Are you angry?"
Kagome turned around and feigned an innocent smile. "Of course I'm not angry. Why should I— a foolish poor little baker—be angry? After all, I feed an ungrateful dog demon when I'm broke and I have gotten nothing but ridicule and coffee spat in my face!" It was obvious that she was angry.
Koga pulled out his wallet and removed a large amount of 10,000 yen banknotes. He placed them on the table and looked back at her.
"Sorry about that… I hope that this covers his bill and whatever else he comes back for." He apologized once more before getting up.
Kagome nodded and noticed that Koga was about to take his leave. "Wait! Why exactly are you covering for him?"
"We've been through a lot together and I can't really tell you everything but he just needs to stay low."
She figured that she really didn't want to know any more information once she heard that. Those words were always the set up in those drug lord movies, the ones where an innocent civilian got caught in some serious crap and was stuck trying to escape hit-men or something like that.
Koga, as if sensing her apprehension, turned around and said one last thing before walking out. "Oh and don't worry Kagome, it's not the set up to some kind of cheesy yakuza or mafia movie. He's just got some family issues."
Kagome nodded before Koga left the bakery. She prepared the bakery and closed it accordingly before leaving the bakery and quickly running to catch the last train of the night to her home.
"Ugh, what a day…"
She slumped in the hard chair of the train and ignored the automated female voice announcing the next stop. She suddenly felt the presence of another person in the train and she became wary.
It was now her and a man in the train.
All alone and both of them unattended, where he could do anything he wanted with her.
She opened her eyes and looked across from her and spotted a man with piercing gold eyes and an angular face. His eyelids had magenta lines on them and she wasn't sure if that was make-up or demonic markings.
On his pale cheeks were two magenta stripes and on his forehead was a Prussian blue crescent moon. His hair was a lustrous white and fell perfectly down his back. However, Kagome was aware that he was staring— and quite menacingly, if she may add — right at her.
"Hey, I don't really appreciate the death glare, sir." She announced to him. "I've done nothing to warrant such a nasty look."
"Human, you smell foul." He spoke with a pretentious tone.
Kagome was done. She was tired of demon men and their selfishness, their rudeness and their ability to hit where it hurts most with one sentence.
"Are all of your damn species so…?" She didn't even have a word to express her anger.
"You smell like a mutt and a wolf." He spoke angrily. "Two smells I hate the most."
"You're a dog demon aren't you? How can you hate the smell of canines?" She growled at him.
"Well, I should correct my statement… I hate the smell of mangy, flea- bitten canines. And that is a smell you seem to bask in." He spoke with irritation as if she had asked him to do her a favor and correct his previous statement.
"Listen, you aren't doing me a favor by speaking to me, so just stop it." Kagome touched her temples and tried to soothe the throbbing headache in her head.
The automated female voice broke through the tension as she announced the next stop and Kagome got up and left the train angrily. When the doors closed, she turned around to face the glass windows of the train doors and she did what any mature grown- up would have done to deal with the target of her stress.
She pulled down the skin of her cheek and stretched the bottom of her eyelid dramatically and stuck out her tongue and teasingly wagged it up and down as she made an unattractive— bleh! — noise with her mouth before turning around and smacking her butt defiantly at him.
The man in the train looked livid and she reveled in that fact before she walked up the stairs and marched triumphantly out of the underground station.
Thus began the story of Kagome Higurashi— a poor, single woman of twenty- three years and nothing but a failing bakery and a small amount of dignity left to her name.
Yes, it is indeed this kind of story. I have no update schedule really for this story, its kind of a go with the flow story but the updates won't be too horribly spaced... I hope.
