I do not own Inuyasha, or the characters in it.
Kagome sat on the plane. Her hands were gripping both of her arm rests as if she was attempting to strangle them. She clenched her eyes shut, trying not to look around. She felt someone sit in the seat next to her, but it barely registered in her mind until the person spoke.
"You know, we haven't even taken off yet, right?" The voice was smooth, and Kagome felt all the tension wash away from her. She opened her eyes, looking to the man beside her. He was obviously a dog demon, but he lacked the traditional marking of a full-fledged demon. His eyes were gold, and his pure white bangs tumbled over them gently.
"I know that…" Kagome's voice was barely above a whisper. The dog demon grinned, showing his canines.
"Don't worry. If we crash, I'll make sure you don't die too slow." Kagome's eyebrows shot up, looking at the demon like he was fully crazy. She bit the inside of her cheek, so she didn't what was on her mind. She looked out her window, watching the workers shuffle from the plane, and she grimaced knowing the plane was about to take off.
"I didn't mean it like that." She ignored him. "I'm Inuyasha."
"Kagome." She straightened her back, tensing as the flight attendant told people to put on their seat belts.
"So Kagome, how long have you been a priestess?" Kagome's head snapped, staring straight at him. He chuckled, a sound deep in his throat, sending butterflies into Kagome's stomach. He lifted a coarse finger, running it over the tattooing on her shoulder. "I can see the tattoo. Yours is different then the other priestesses I know. It suits you." His golden eyes had clouded over, as he stared at the intricate lines on her shoulder. His finger traced the tattoo, sending shivers down Kagome's spine.
"It's because I am the reincarnation of the original protector of the Shikon Jewel." Inuyasha looked back up at her, his eyes boring into her soul. A slow smile pulled at his lips.
"The passengers are now free to move about the cabin." The new voice made Kagome jump. She opened her mouth, just as Inuyasha started laughing. His laugh was almost a roar, loud and pleasant. As he laughed, Kagome examined him. He looked toned. She could see hard muscle where his shirt was unbuttoned. He had long hair that whispered about him, like a dream. His skin was tanned. Despite his crisp white button up, and his grey slacks, she could tell her wasn't a pencil pusher. He was better then that. His posture was relaxed, like he didn't have a single care. His laughing had stopped, and he was staring back.
He scoped out Kagome's appearance. At first glance, she was a pretty girl. At second glance, she could stop your heart. Her pouty lips called to him. They were soft and pink and full. She had deep chocolate eyes that had seen more then they should have in life. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulder, most of it falling over her chest, but in no way hiding it. Her tank top was low cut, showing just the top of her milky white breasts. Her waist was slim, but her hips were wide. Her pants were low cut and hugged every inch on her legs until they flared at the knees. He could tell she was active, because her arms were not flabby, but not too muscled as to be manly. After a few moments, their eyes met. Both were cloudy, both interested in the other.
"Shikon Jewel, eh? Does being a priestess mean you must be chaste?" He flashed a toothy grin. She gave him a look, before reluctantly turning her head away. "I didn't mean it like that…"
"Is that your favorite phrase?"
"No." Kagome sighed, looking back at him. He smiled sheepishly at her. He put his hand over hers, prying her fingers from the armrest, and intertwining them with his. "I can handle more abuse then the armrest can." Kagome settled into her seat, her face on fire. She dozed off soon enough. Her head slowly slumped, meeting Inuyasha's muscular shoulder. He glanced down at her, examining her tattoo. It curved around her shoulder, meeting with the crest of her breast before escaping into her shirt. He couldn't help but be slightly annoyed that someone had already seen her indecent, before shaking off the thought altogether.
'I don't even know this chick'