Summary: After a nasty break up, Kagome is coaxed to a nightclub by her best friends. After a few too many, she wakes up in a stranger's room with a man in the same bed. And to add onto it, he wasn't just any man. He was one of the infamous Subway Bosses! How was she going to get out of this mess? Especially with him appearing more and more into her life.

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The first thing she felt was the horrible pounding in her head. She let out a small groan and her hand automatically reached up to grip at her tangled black locks, eyes clenching shut against the bright rays that were dulled down by curtains.

"Never again am I drinking with those two." She mentally sighed and wracked through her brain, "What exactly happened last night?" The confused young woman awaited for her headache to calm down before sitting up. "Okay, go through the list."

Name?

Kagome Higurashi.

Age?

22.

Familiar surroundings?

Che-wait.

Her eyes squinted open and she glanced around the room, noticing the unfamiliar environment and fluffy bed dressings; softer than hers, that was for sure. The walls were painted a dark, deep grey with a door to the far right corner, on the opposite side of the room from it having a large window almost stretching across the whole wall, black curtains obscuring the view. There were a couple of shelves filled with books and some electrical appliances scattered. A groan made Kagome freeze and she stayed still as a shift at her left made the blanket move. Someone slowly sat up, yawning and rubbing their eyes. She chanced a look at them and nearly smacked her head into the wall.

It was one of the infamous Subway Twins.

Once he stretched his arms out and his back gave a 'crack', he turned to look at his right only to pause at the sight of the young woman in his bed.

"AAH!" Kagome shrieked and scrunched up her part of the blanket up to her bare chest, blushing and ducking her head down.


Kagome gulped down the contents of the water after swallowing the painkillers handed to her, hoping to get rid of the familiar taste in her mouth.

"I don't normally do this kind of thing," she admitted shyly, avoiding eye contact with the man, "so I'm not sure how to... act in this kind of situation. I'm, uh, sorry for anything out of line I did last night."

"There's no need to worry, miss Kagome. I don't do this sort of thing either. First time in this kind of field, really." The twin, Ingo, admitted a bit nervously while he slipped on his button-up shirt that was strewn across the floor, boxers already put on. Surprisingly, they made it to the to the other end of the room. Kagome raised her brow.

"First, uh, time waking up with a stranger in bed? Or... you know."

"You know."

"Ah." Kagome blushed at that, knowing it certainly wasn't her first time having sex.

She couldn't remember a thing after drunkenly leaving her friends at the bar to dance some. How was it that her and Ingo met? Did she pull him up for a dance? Did they bump into each other on the dance floor? Well, at least he remembered her name from last night.

"Do you remember much from last night? I honestly can't remember anything from last night when I left my friends and went dancing." The young woman questioned shyly, placing the glass aside and looking up at the messy-haired man. He hummed for a second and placed his hand on his chin in a thinking manner.

"You were dancing and having a lot of fun. I vaguely remember my brother getting me a bit tipsy and forcing me to talk to you. Needless to say, you kind of grabbed me and we were dancing. There were a few more drinks," Ingo murmured, wracking his brain for further information, "a bit of, ahem, snogging and we took a cab and ended up here. I... only remember snippets of what happened after that."

"Oh God." Kagome covered her face, her embarrassment creeping further up her spine. She peeked through her fingers and glanced around the room, trying to find where her clothes had ended up. "If word gets out, you're gonna get such a bad reputation, I am so sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. These things happen."

At least he's understanding.

Kagome ran a hand through her hair and she tensed up, a distressed squeak slipping past her lips.

"Hm? What's the matter?" Ingo questioned. When receiving no reply, he followed her line of vision only to spot her dress which somehow had made its way on to the top of one of the book shelves.

"How the hell did it get all the way over there?!"

And where did her underwear end up? Wait.

She didn't even want to know.

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I apologise for any typos, guys! Inspiration struck me and I thought "why the heck not?"