Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha.

Note: The following story will alternate points of view between Kagome and InuYasha, we will be starting with Kagome.

Age Brackets: Kagome:23, InuYasha:25, Shippo: 3, Rin:3, Sango:23, Bankotsu:24, Sesshomaru:27, Miroku:24.

The included characters in this chapter and any following should be added, more may become.

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.Gas.//puMp./Kiss./


I'm But Quaint


I walk into the stock room, and into the freezer.

chilly

My name tag shining Kagome gets a wee bit of frost on its shiny gold surface.

Into the freezer I go. I grab the chilled bag of vanilla iced coffee mix from its box, and then poor the mixture into the iced coffee dispenser.

"There you go sir." I smile to one of my regular customers.

"Thanks Kagome, I love this stuff." A handsome man by the name of Bankotsu replies.

"And I'll ring you up right over here." I walk over to my counter.

Yes,

My

Counter.

I earned it. After 4 years, you'd think I had a place.

I live but a Quaint life. I work a minimum wage job, while raising my gorgeous son.

I pay the rent, the bills, and purchase the groceries with my hard earned money, and give my vehicle a half tank of gas every week.

Would I ChAnge it?

No, never.

My son gave birth to

Me.

He made me who I am. I love him, he loves me, and will always be

That life partner no one can replace.

He would be that special…

MorAL FibEr.

No matter the distance, no matter if I died. I would chase him for that last fucking second of

Happiness.

God speed, my son.

Bankotsu, one of my regulars.

Married to a gorgeous demoness.

The proud parent of 3 beautiful children that I truly feel honored to have met.

Every morning he fills his tank up in his small, but decent truck.

Every day around 1 o'clock he comes in for a french-vanilla iced coffee.

Total money spent at my gas station: rough estimate of 65 dollars, give or take.

During the

Dead

Hours of the day. I sit and day dream.

I dream of that one special night, when I stand in the middle of the street catching….

papeR FLoWers

With the man who matters.

The one who I will get that special.

Taste of love.

Does that even exist?

No.

I highly doubt this because.

He fucked me over on the beach.

He won't see his son. The money hungry

Little FuCker

Only cares about daddy's business.

So, I'll do without.

My son should not been seen in public with the man that doesn't care any more about him than he does George Washington.

He prefers Ben.

Instead of seeing him everday.

I enjoy having my regular customers come in.

Its such a wonderful thing knowing.

That Their dAy

Isn't complete without me.

Ohh But SnAp.

My day isn't complete without….

!Him.!

Everyday, at excatly 4 o'clock.

A man I so desire…

Comes in my store…

And purchases 57.52 in gasoline, a medium coke, and a blow-pop for his daughter of the same age as my son.

Such a middle-class, well organized man.

Pretty.

Hopless…

Whats a nice man like that doing single?

He mustn't like men, for he has a spawn of himself on his hands.

I know he has not a lady in red.

He never mentions her…not even a photo on the dash.

No dashboard confessional

Of someone he loves.

His gorgeous pearly whites shine, his nicely toned body shows, the smoothest silvery locks, so soft to the touch.

I know this because, I once helped him

Pump That Gas.

When he injured his leg.

He was such a good parent, to say no to his child at only 3 years of age, to not allow her to help herself to the gas pump.

A cute job as a manager of a

Delicious

Rest-a-raunt.

Just down the road.

But this quaint young lady of me…only sits at a table

All by herself.

When the babysitter checks in, I check out for a little glass of whine in the little black dress.

He's great with people, and kids alike.

He's got it all.

His very own place.

His angel for a daughter.

His efficient vehicle.

And some money to spare.

How nice he must have it.

How hard I have tried to provide the same for my own child.

I look up to you like a God.

My gOd

I can only imagine what he thinks of me.

My dinted fender, and only three hubcaps.

My low paying job, and Wal-Mart® clothing on my son.

My small one-bedroom apartment that I share with him as well.

I love my son, Shippo, but wish I could give him more in life than just the basics to survive.

Ohh.

Here it is, on my cash register,

Pump 8.

Just registered 57.52 in unleaded gasoline.

His hair is

Blowing

In The

Wind.

And I can not help myself but stare.

Beauty so perfect.

He walks in the two glass doors, holding the door open for his young one.

She runs to the candy isle, picking out a green apple blow-pop while

InuYasha

Fills a styrofoam 24-oz medium cup with Coca-Cola®.

Walking slowly, a smile on his face as he takes the hand of his daughter, he approaches the counter.

I choked on my words.

I'm so embarrassed.

"How are you two today." I ask once more, biting my words to ensure no choking occurs.

"Eh, the same as always, happy, living day to day."

I love the way he words his delicious sentences.

So fair and perfect.

So happy living his life.

Is he lonely?


I wonder what she thinks of me, so gorgeous she is.


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