Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
I have terrible writer's block and fanfiction helps me overcome it. Rated M for sexual themes. Hopefully, you find it enjoyable.
To say that that today was not Kagome Higurashi's day would be an achingly severe understatement. It was her twenty-third birthday. Usually, today would be a good day. She had always had good birthdays. Like her fifth birthday, when her parents had given her Buyo, her fat pet cat. Or her fifteenth birthday when she went camping with her three best friends and they roasted marshmallows and told ghost stories that really weren't all that scary. Even at her twenty-first birthday which was a picnic that got rained on, she still had fun at the indoor arcade they relocated to.
But today, no, this birthday had been awful.
She had caught her boyfriend cheating on her with some girl when she walked into his apartment this morning on her way to work. A patient at the hospice center she worked at had, literally, shit on her at the beginning of her shift no less. Her bike had the front tire stolen and the gears bent beyond repair, probably in retaliation because she had locked the back tire well enough so the culprit couldn't steal it as well. Not to mention, every single person she was trying to get a hold of would not answer their phones and Hojo kept trying to call of her.
"Why is this fucking idiot still calling me? Doesn't he know that he's the last person I want to talk to right now?" She groaned aloud as she not-so-expertly maneuvered walking her one-wheeled bike and going through her phone contacts, tripping every so often.
"Who can I call who will actually pick up?" she grumbled as she searched hectically through her phone for someone reliable. Her one trusty go-to person, Sango, was currently in Europe competing in a fencing tournament. She was getting tired, she couldn't afford public transportation because her paycheck wouldn't post until tomorrow, and it would be dark soon.
She scanned her contact list one last time. Her eyes lit up. She quickly clicked on his name and clicked the call button just as quickly. It rang a few times before a groggy voice answered.
"Hello, this is Miroku, sex god extraordinaire, how can I be of service of you this morning… or evening?"
"Hi, this is your sweet, innocent Kagome who would rather not know about your sex life and it's her birthday and you owe her a birthday present." She replied. Miroku was an odd one but she had put him in his place after he grabbed her ass in their sophomore year chemistry class. He wasn't able to use his "possessed" hand for about a month.
"Kagome! Sorry! Happy birthday! I didn't realize that today was the big day. How can I be of unsexual service to you today?" He sounded more awake now. It was four in the evening, on a Tuesday, how could he just be waking up, she wondered.
"So...I've had a pretty bad day. And you have a car. And I'm stuck by the old convenience store by our old high school you always tried to buy liquor from. And it's my birthday. So, I really think that your gift to me should be a ride back to the shrine." She said hurriedly. She wasn't one to ask for help, it made her uncomfortable. She was used to being pretty self-sufficient and independent.
"My dear, sweet Kagome. My car is in the shop right now. And my nice, cool apartment is about ten miles from there. But, you know who lives about 3 blocks from that old shack of a convenience store?" She heard him shift from his bed and the faint female voice in the background as he spoke.
"No, Miroku, I don't." She gritted through her teeth. Here, she thought, she would be saved. Of course Miroku wouldn't be able to come pick her up. Today of all days. The sun was continuing its descent before her eyes as she felt her stomach drop.
"Why, our friendly neighborhood Inu-"
"NO! I WILL NOT GO ASK HIM FOR HELP. NEVER. NOT TODAY. NOT EVER."
"Good thing, you won't be asking for his help, I will be on your behalf. He owes me a very big favor. My birthday present to you is the favor he owes me. I'll even ask him to not be a jerk, but you know how he is. I'll text you his address when he answers the affirmative." Miroku said all too cheerily for her comfort. She heard the phone line click before she could reject his offer.
Not all of Kagome's birthdays had been good ones. Her eighteenth birthday was replaying vividly in her mind. A birthday she had shoved into the deepest recesses of her brain.
Miroku and Sango had hosted a party for her at Sango's house since her parents were out of town. Only a few people had been invited, all close friends except for Inuyasha. Inuyasha was one of Miroku's closest friends but Kagome had never really gotten to know him. Beside from seeing him at a few get togethers, they never said anymore than a hello to one another. He was older than most her friend group, they didn't go to school together, and with his gruff attitude she figured that he wouldn't be interested in getting to know her. So, she never pushed it.
Sure, she most definitely had a crush on him. How could she not? He personified bad boy, everything her grandfather would disapprove of. His ears, oddly enough, were incredibly attractive to her and she often caught herself staring at his gold eyes. She got giddy whenever she saw him smirk, it made her heart stop. She definitely had an almost obscene high school crush on him. She would never admit it though. He was too cool for her and wouldn't mutter more than a hello to her. She was practically invisible to him. So, she gave up hope on that front.
That was until he showed up at her eighteenth birthday party and she was already drunk. And drunk Kagome wanted to know Inuyasha more intimately. When most of her friends were collected in Sango's kitchen munching on pizza and taking shots, she grabbed Inuyasha's hand and pulled him up to the an upstairs guest bedroom.
"Oi wench, what's up with you?"
"I want you."
"No, no you don't actually. You're drunk, we're getting you downstairs and getting you water." He moved toward the door, but Kagome had blocked it with her body and adeptly locked the door behind her. Apparently, she was less clumsy when she was intoxicated.
"Yes, I do. You're so pretty." She slurred out.
"You've never mentioned that before, bitch." The growl in his voice turned her on.
"Isn't bitch a term of endearment for a dog demon's mate?" Red flashed across his face when she finished her question.
"Kagome, I'm taking you downstairs before your friends think I'm trying to do something with you when I'm not."
"Not until you kiss me." Drunk Kagome was bold and pretty smooth if she was remembering correctly.
"I'm not going to kiss you, Kagome. Besides, you're drunk. I'm pretty sure I could smell the alcohol seeping from pores if I was just a puny human. I'm not going to take advantage of you. I'm not a complete asshole."
"But it's my birthday," she whined, stomping her feet a little. Drunk Kagome could also be a giant brat.
"If I kiss you, will you move away from the door so we can go downstairs?"
Before Kagome could finishing nodding yes, in what she thought was a seductive way but in retrospect was really just lolling her head about, she felt hot, wet lips on hers.
Then she felt hot, acidic vomit come out of her mouth and was vaguely certain it had gotten in a certain half-demon's hair.
"OI! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Inuyasha yelled, making the entire situation much more worse as Kagome began to cry her eyes out.
Then the banging at the door forced another load of projectile vomit to release from Kagome's mouth. Inuyasha growled again, sidestepping the pool of vomit and opening the door.
"What the fuck is going on he-WHY IS THERE VOMIT EVERYWHERE?" Sango yelled.
"Ask your whore of a friend here. The slut drags me all the way up here to just vomit on me. I'm going home," the half-demon all but growled out before pushing all of the onlookers out the way as he barged out of the room, trailing vomit behind him.
Kagome was pulled out of the dredges of her mind when her phone vibrated in her hand. An address appeared on the screen. She stomped her feet and kicked her bike. Why did bad things have to happen to her? She was a good person. She paid her taxes. She volunteered. Why was it that the only person that could help her would be the one person that she never wanted to see ever again in her life?
She puffed out her chest and groaned. It was getting dark quickly and she really wanted to just get home. She didn't have work tomorrow, she could sleep in and then take her bike to a repair shop in the afternoon. Then go back home and binge watch to her heart's content while she at ice cream and mourned the end of her three-year relationship.
"Put on your big girl panties, Kagome. It was five years ago. He probably won't even remember you. He'll just think you're one of Miroku's many girlfriends who needs help. It won't be so bad," she said to herself as she began to walk the couple of blocks it would take to get to Inuyasha's place.
Chapter 2 will be coming up real soon.