Oi! Here's a fic that came to me from an odd dream i had! And a little insperation from a song that i love to dance too! I DON'T OWN INUYASHA!Read and enjoy!)
Summary: His girlfriend cheated on him, his life was doubled, and he just wanted it to go away. That's when he met her, the beauty at the bar and also the girl his girlfriend hated with every fiber of her being. InuXKag and MirXSan
Kind Lady
Chapter 1: The Night
He sat on the rail staring out into the snow-covered field with glassy eyes. A cold wind whipped by, throwing his long black hair into a fury around his face and dotting it with snowflakes as he still sat with no knowing. After a few seconds, he blinked and brushed it away with numbed fingers. He looked around, dark violet eyes taking in the now changing weather then cast them towards the sky. More flakes covered his boyish face, cheeks long rosy from nippy chill and lashes coated in the soft white. He sighed and closed his eyes, folding his arms around his chest for warmth.
"It's going to happen soon. I can feel it," he murmured to himself softly, "Just like before. Why…?" His question was left without anything to add. No hint to where it had come from. With a swift turn, he looked back out to the clouded sky, pink and purple colors shading the grayness with beauty. The sun finally peeked from the angry clouds as it disappeared behind the hills, casting the usual darkness across the land.
With a sudden gasp, he fell backwards off the rail, holding his middle and writhing in pain. There was a sickening crack of energy and his hair glowed silver, shimmering in glory that even the snow looked dirty beneath it. He rolled onto his back, eye clenched closed as his hand gripped at the powdery snow, nails growing into long points. A groan escaped his lips and he sat up, pulling himself to the wall nearby, lifting himself up to sit against. He hurriedly pulled his shirt open, holding his hands to his bare chest, feeling the muscles roil and grow underneath his skin. Another cry of pain ripped out and his threw his head back, yelling out, now golden amber eyes wide with shock and pain. His cry was cut short as he fell back against the wall again, his hands reaching up and running them roughly through his hair. They hit the furry twitching appendages on top of his head and he let out a groan, closing his eyes and slumping forward, his chin on his chest.
"Why me…?" he whispered hoarsely, licking his numb and cold lips with displeasure. "It's all his fault. And it's her fault for doing this to me! I hate you all!" he yelled at his lap, hands fisted up with rage in it. There was another strong gust of snow filled wind, blowing hard against his ears, causing him to flinch and flatten them fully against his skull. "Damn wind… Damn snow. Damn weather!" he growled, temper rising quickly. He buttoned his shirt back up and stood with another growl. Lifting his head back a little, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then sniffing, testing for scents. The bittersweet smell of alcohol came to his sensitive nose and he allowed a small smile overcome his scowl.
"A nice drink tonight might help…" he said and sighed. "This is the worst day of my life. Maybe just one will make it end faster." He nodded to himself and took a few steps toward the rail. "And a little fresh air." He crouched down and then pushed off hard on the tiled roof, launching through the air and landing easily on the thickly snow covered ground. Setting off at a brisk pace, he went around the huge high school building, looking around for any other people.
Being in hisjunior year of high school, he couldn't really risk getting in trouble, knowing it would be put down on his record. He wasn't even supposed to around the school grounds, the time coming close to Christmas and all the students had been sent home for the holidays. Since tonight was one of his nights he looked a lot older then his real age, so snagging a beer or two wouldn't be that hard at all. He had money. Just not much… And since he'd changed, his tolerance for alcohol had jumped to abnormal, so it was hard to get tipsy unless he had a pretty good amount of money on him.
He slowed down as he got near the tall chain link fence and grinned. With more show of his abnormal skills, he leaped over it with ease and landed on the sidewalk on the other side. He straightened out his shirt and stuck his hands in his jean pockets, strolling down the walk, face blank, but his mind reeling with unwanted thoughts and memories. Through the snow a bright slashing neon sign caught his molten sight with interest. He stopped and looked up at it, curiosity flooding his handsome face.
"A bar. With live music too. Sounds good to me!" he said and pushed to door open, his acute ears picking up a soft beautiful voice. He blinked at the sudden change of light and looked around. It was a small yet cozy little pub like place. A long deeply stain wooden bar sat on the right and on the left were small tables, most filled with people, mainly men, and at the end was a few larger tables in front of a softly light stage with a gorgeous teenage girl sitting on a tall three-legged stool singing into a microphone. His jaw dropped as he took her form in with much lust filled eyes.
She had a warm heart shaped face with creamy colored skin under the slightly rosy cheeks, shadowed by long thick lashes from her closed eyes, her plump pink lips were partially open as flowing calming words came from them. His eyes went from her face and down, widening at her body. The tight red turtleneck sweater lifted her breasts to give them the perfect firm and full look and her stomach and waist look just right. Not bone showing thin, yet not fat and bulky. And her hips were rounded nicely, promising a nice butt, and her low riding black hip hugger jeans showed her skin and allowed the sight of her slender long legs.
He had no idea how long he'd been standing there staring, but it was long enough to bring a nice flushed warm heat to his cold cheeks. She looked almost exactly like her… Looking away quickly, he went down the end of the bar, taking up a seat just as the girl finished her song. Taking another chance of it, he looked up and saw her standing up and smiling as the people around him clapped. Not wanting to get weird looks, he clapped also and watched as she bowed and hopped off the stage, hurrying over to the bar. She stopped next to him; a warm smile graced her face as she put a hand on his shoulder and climbed up onto a chair, hopping into the bartender's space in front. He blinked as she pulled an apron out and tied it on, turning back to him.
"What can I get you?" she asked, leaning against the counter.
Finally snapping from his trance she'd put on him, he cleared his throat and said, "Strongest you got," throwing her a cocky smirk. She nodded and set to work mixing up a drink for him. "Though I'd rather have you…" he added so quietly under his breath that he barely even heard it himself. Mentally smacking himself for that, he looked down at his arms folded across the counter with anger.
"Here you go!" He snapped his head up as she set a tall glass, broth bubbling over the sides and onto the napkin under it. He looked curiously at the odd color of it and then back at her. She giggled and tapped the side with a finger. "It's my own thing. It can knock any demon out with one mouthful, given time that is. So just take sips for now. I need to get the pay." He dumbly nodded and pulled it forward, taking a long careful sip. Instantly he felt his senses crumble and slow to a sluggish pace and his mind melt.
"And I can tell it's worked it's magic once again! Do you really want anymore?" the girl asked, put her face even with his.
"I-I guess not. Don't,' he stopped and shook his head, "Want to get too drunk. Just enough to forget the day…" He's words saddened at the end and he pushed the drink forward.
"Now why would you want to do that?" she asked and took the glass in her hands, pouring it into a pitcher next to her. He blinked at her and the frowned.
"Are you some kind of physiologist? Why would you care about my pitiful life?" he snapped.
She sighed and waved to someone leaving, saying at the same time, "Because. I don't want anything to happen to you. You seem depressed. Talking about things help! I'm all ears!" And at that she pointed at her own ears. His scowl faded and he sighed himself.
"You wouldn't understand…"
"Try me!" she urged and leaned forward with a concerned look on her face. A soft calm came over him as her scent came over him slowly, almost drowning out the effects of the alcohol. He licked his lips and leaned back in his seat, trying to avoid her glistening blue gray eyes. They just seemed to make him want to tell her his whole life. All his problems and that she indeed would be able to make them go away with a wave of her hand. Or a kiss from her lips in his mind.
"Are you still here with me?" He looked back at her suddenly, coming from his eerie.
"Yea… Well, my girlfriend cheated on me," he said flatly and looked over at the now empty bar. Everyone just seemed to have left now that she wasn't singing.
"That's horrible! I'm so sorry…!" she said and placed a hand over his crossed arms. A jolt of energy went through him from her touch and it slowly dulled to a gentle tingling sensation that warmed him all over. "Maybe I can just let you have that drink for free," she said, pulling her hand back. That was it? She wasn't going to egg him on to tell her more? Just give him a free drink? He felt his depression double. But why…? He didn't even know this girl and yet he was dying to be in her presence. Her voice came to his ears again and he looked up as she wiped some glasses clean a ways down.
"I have a feeling that that's not the only thing bothering you," she said and placed down a tall glass. "You can tell me. I'm not just going to give you free junk to try and make you happy. That doesn't help at all. I've gone through the same thing before." Her words shocked him. Who would cheat such a kind and beautiful woman like her? If he had the chance, he'd never let her near another man as long as he lived!
"That's hard to believe," he murmured his thoughts and snapped his mouth closed. She looked over at him and smiled.
"That's what everyone says. 'Why would a man cheat on such a sweet girl like you?' Or they say, 'You're too young to be getting into a serious relationship. You have this and the next year of high school to get through. You don't want anything to happen, do you?' And that's just what my mother and grandfather say. They don't really understand," she said with a sigh. The door clanged closed and she watched as the last person left to bar.
"And there goes to last of my customers. Mr. Saiyume isn't going to be happy that I let them leave so early! Oh, poo!" He raised an eyebrow at her use of words and chuckled.
"Do you not cuss?" he asked. She frowned at him and opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
Finally getting her voice back, she said, "If you have to know, yes. I think it's very rude to use such words."
"Just asking," he replied with a grumbled. She rolled her eyes and climbed over the counter, taking a seat next to him.
"I know. I just don't like them. They're crud!" she exclaimed and lightly pushed his arm in protest.
"And you seem like a daddy's girl to me," he grinned at her. Her eyes widened in shock and she looked away, the bitter scent of tears coming to him. Shock came over him and he felt the sudden urge to pull her into his arms and comfort her. "Ah! What's wrong?" he exclaimed and leaned forward to try and get a look at her face.
"You wouldn't understand…!" she choked out and turned away even more. He snorted and clenched his left hand into a fist.
"That's what I said and you understood perfectly. Now it's my turn. Try me!" he said gruffly and put his free hand on her shoulder. It shook hard as she choked on a sob and turned to him with a now tear streaked face.
"My father died a few weeks ago…" she whispered and bowed her head, softly crying. Finally letting in to his urge, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace. He felt her stiffen, but relax and lean into him.
"It's happened to me to before. I have no parents. They were killed right in front of my eyes," he murmured and rubbed her back.
"I'm sorry!" she gasped and looked up at him. He gave her a sour smile and shook his head.
"You shouldn't say that. Now, how about you cheer up?" he said and let her go, trying to keep some distance between them. He couldn't really trust himself around her. Her scent just drove him nuts. It was triggering every nerve in his body and making him feel alive. It drove away his sadness and now it was his turn to get rid of hers. She stared up at him in awe.
"Y-yea… I guess you're right," she managed to say and pushed herself up to her feet. Quickly rubbing her face dry, she pulled her apron off and straightened her clothes out. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, calming herself down. He stood up too and watched as she rushed around the bar, turning things off and stacking chairs up.
"Need any help?" he asked and she nodded her head.
"Yea. Could you put the chairs up on the tables?"
"Sure." He went to work putting each chair up on the tables' tops, mind preoccupied with other thoughts. She seemed too happy to have lost a loved one. Maybe she was just that kind of person. She held back her sadness to help others. She was the sweet kind of person that put others over herself. A loud clatter knocked him from his mind as she locked up the cash register and looked over at him to see if he'd finished with the chairs. He put up the last one and she smiled brightly.
"Thanks for the help! I'm surprised that you could do so much after having a drink of my knock out mix," she said and pulled her coat on.
"I think it wore off after a few minutes. Alcohol doesn't stay in my system very long and I don't have to put up with hangovers," he said and went over to the door, watching as she wrapped a scarf around her neck.
She went over and held one out to him. "It's cold out. Don't want you to get sick! It's almost Christmas you know."
"I don't need one," he said gruffly and pushed to door open, being met with the freezing wind and snow whipping into his face. He stepped back and let the door fall closed, rubbing some warmth back into his face. "Just my luck…! A blizzard! How am I supposed to get home now…?" he grumbled and pressed his nose against the glass.
"You could come back to my place until it passes. I only live down the street," she offered and looked out too.
He pulled away in shock and blinked at her. "Really?" he exclaimed and she giggled.
"Yes! It's really cold out and a car, in this kind of snow, might hit you. I'm sure my mother and grandfather wouldn't mind either. They rarely ever get to see anyone other then people who visit the shrine for prayers," she said and held the scarf out once more. "And please put this on. I really don't want you to get sick." He nodded his head and took it, wrapping it around his neck.
He opened the door and they stepped out into the roaring wind and snow. She locked the door and set off at a quick pace down the sidewalk. He followed and after a few minutes she stopped and turned up a huge set of stairs. Not being able to see where he was walking, he stumbled a few times following her, but let out a sigh in relief when a big house in the huge courtyard loomed out of the snow and she ran over to it, opening a door and beckoning him in. He jumped in and shook the snow off of his shoulders, shirt already soaked.
"Oh, you're wet! We need to get you out of those clothes or you'll catch a cold!" she fussed and pulled her shoes off quickly and pulled him down a hall and into a kitchen. The woman in it gasped as she shoved him down into a chair and ran off again.
"Dear! Who is this?" the woman yelled after her and gave him a wearied look. He shrugged his shoulders and watched as she ran in holding an armful of towels.
"Mama… This is… oh, wow… I never really got your name! I'm Kagome."
"Your name is Ka-Kagome? Kagome what?" he stuttered, heart racing.
"Higurashi Kagome… Why?" she asked handing him some towels.
"Nothing! My name is… Shizo! Takahashi Shizo," he said quickly and let out a breath he never even knew he was holding.
"Takahashi! Are you related to InuYasha?" she asked grimly and folded her arms across her chest.
"We're cousins…" he mumbled and hid his face in a towel. Quickest thing that'd come to his mind.
"Ugh! I hate him! He's such a jerk! I don't know how you stand him!" she yelled and stomped around the kitchen, completely ignoring her confused mother. "After what he did to Kikyo to add! He broke her heart by breaking up with her for no reason at all!" He stomach dropped and his blood boiled. So that's what she was telling people! That he'd broken up with her for no reason! He'd had a reason! He found her rid some guys cock like a damn rodeo bull! He clenched he's teeth together to keep from yelling. So this was the infamous Kagome Kikyo had hated her entire life. If he could get her then Kikyo would blow her top. That and she had a great body.
"Are you listening, Shizo?" Kagome asked and slapped her hands down on the table in front of him. He blinked and looked up at her in confusion.
"What?" She shook her head and placed a neatly folded stack of clothes in front of him.
"I said the storm is supposed to last the night. You can call whomever your staying with and tell them that your safe and then you can use the spare bedroom. It's already late so I suggest you go to bed soon. So we can start early on digging a way down to the sidewalk for you to get home by," she said and turned to her mother. "Right, mama?"
"Yes. You can stay here until the storm has passed. And maybe you could come by for dinner sometime this week! We do with all of Kagome's friends, though she has so few…"
"Mama! I have plenty of friends! There's Sango and there's… Sango… Oh, fine. I don't have any friends except for Sango!" Kagome said and huffed, a faint pink tint covering the apples of her cheeks. He found that hard to believe! She seemed like the type of girl that could get along with anyone. She even liked and stuck up for Kikyo. That just threw him over the edge of just how innocent a girl could be. He wondered if she even knew what sex was.
As the two argued over her personal life, he looked around the kitchen, smiling at how homing and warm it was. It was clean and tidy yet had lots of clutter that made it seem lived and loved. The small wooden table he sat was covered with handprints, most small, and sloppy words done by only a small child. He spotted Kagome's name scrawled out with another under it.
"Do you like it?" He looked up to Kagome as she sat down across from him, a small smile adorning her face. "I did that with my little brother, Sota, when I was five. My mom never really got around to cleaning it. She liked really and put something on it so it wouldn't wash away. And eleven years later, it's still here!" she said and traced a handprint with a finger.
Adding up the years in his head, he almost let out a cheer. Kagome was only a year younger then himself! Maybe even in the same grade. "What grade are you in?" he asked suddenly and quickly closed him mouth.
"I'm a junior. I go to the Kin-iro Hoshi Koko. That expensive boarding school down the street." He could have jumped for joy. Then it hit him. He was in his half demon form! And if he told her he went there, she'd try and find him, throwing his whole 'get to know her before you tell her' plan. Though how he didn't know her just poked at his brain. If she was such a hottie, has one friend, and knows Kikyo somehow, then why hadn't he met her before? Higurashi… next to Kikyo having the same last name, he didn't know anyone else that had it.
"So you go to the same school as InuYasha?" he asked, towel still over his shoulders.
"Unfortunately, yes… I avoid him the best I can. I'm in most of his classes, but thank the lord he doesn't even give me the time of day. Stupid jerk never pays attention either. He has those porno magazines out… It disgusting! I bet he's already had sex with Kikyo and everything!" she exclaimed and shivered at the words. "I don't think I'm ever going to do that with a guy, no matter how much I like him. Grandps would have a cow if I kissed a boy! " He listened to her with amusement. In most of his classes? He really did need to start paying more attention in class. Maybe get a seat right in front of her. And drop the porn for a little. Though he'd be depending on it a lot now that Kikyo was gone. Then her kiss remark sank in.
"Have you kissed a guy before?" he asked, leaning forward. Her entire face went red and she shook her head vigorously.
"Never! It's just not right!" she shrieked, jumping from her chair. "By the way, the phone is right next to the light switch. Call who ever you need to. I'm going to bed now. Good night," she mumbled and ran up stairs. He smirked and stood up, stretching his arms above his head and yawning. He did need a little rest. Then he'd figure out his little plan out better tomorrow. Takahashi InuYasha had just set his sights on yet another girl in his lustful hanyou form that had the knack for picking any hot girl in sights.
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