Guess who's back? (Back) Back again? Bumble's back (Back). Tell a friend.

Ha. 'Juss kiddin'. I mean, who would ever use one of Shady's songs to open up a brand-new fanfic?

Certainly not me.

Uh, this just kind of hit me, and I felt I should get the itch over with before it abandoned me. So, tell me what you think when you're done, and I'll try my best to keep up with updating!

-Chapter One-

Ah, fuck.

Life was not going the way he damn well wanted it to.

A grimace worked its way onto his features as another small hand wound itself into his long silver locks and tugged relentlessly on the strands. He barely resisted the urge to just roughly pick up all the kids and lock them in the play castle made out of cardboard bricks in one corner of the room. Hell, their teacher probably wouldn't like it, but at least it would get them away from his damn hair!

The kids loved the odd colour of his mane and what better way to avoid screaming and crying other than giving up his dignity? It wasn't like the petting zoo was anything special, but knowing the four and five olds kids that barely reached his knees, not being able to assault the domestic farm animals with their 'gentle pats' meant a screaming tantrum. Not exactly something he ever wanted to experience.

Sesshomaru is going to fucking pay for this. His grimace turned into a scowl as his mind took on the thought of his colleges seeing their laid-back chief reduced to being a Barbie doll by a few kindergarteners. Just the image ruined his patient mood and he moved to gently dislodge the ten or so pudgy, dirt-smeared hands tangled in his tresses.

It had been ten god damn days since he had been sentenced to being a babysitter until he learned patience by his asshole-of-a-brother; ten days since he lost his temper with that idiot of a temp and one of his business partners all in one day. It wasn't as if he never had bad days – hell, any day he had to work with his older brother was labeled 'fucked-in-the-ass'– but during that particular morning his steady three year girlfriend, the beautiful model, Kikyo, had dumped him quite callously in Starbucks.

Well, screw her. It wasn't as if they hadn't been cheating on each other anyway.

But he did kinda care for her, and her sudden outburst of "Inuyasha, I want to break-up" had shocked him deeper than he would admit. So it was just natural for him to be in a hazardous mood during the entire morning. Then that damn temp – Erin or Eri or something stupid like that – had spilled his coffee all over lap while attempting to appear flirtatious as she leaned over his desk to grab a sticky note pad. He had been ridiculously caught up in the gentle swell of her hips, spilling cleavage and pert backside, and so a steamy cup of black coffee was a rude awakening to an embarrassing act. It was his self-hatred for even thinking of lowering himself to fucking the temp in the privacy of his office that made him blow up. He had given her an ear-full of loud profanities before scaring her out of his office room with threats to her job.

And just when things couldn't get better, Kouga came storming into his office, practically hollering at the pissed-off chief about a hysterical temp in the women's washroom. Supposedly the stupid girl was in tears and it was interrupting Kouga's work. The dark-haired man demanded that the chief apologize so he could get back to his work. Of course, that didn't go too well with the silver-haired man and he didn't hesitate to show his opposition by slamming a fist into the other employee's face.

It was just his shitty luck that Jaken, his brother's butt-ugly henchman (as Inuyasha liked to call him) walked by, saw the escalating fight between the two, and ran squealing like a fucking swine to Sesshomaru.

It seemed their little fight interrupted a very important meeting: Sesshomaru himself entered the office space looking like hell had taken form. At one harshly hissed word, both men broke apart to stare dumbfounded at their boss. Inuyasha had been holding one side of his ribcage where Kouga had gotten a good punch while the other man had looked as though his face had been through a meat-grinding machine.

Kouga had been sent back to his office, and after his departure, Sesshomaru had turned on his younger brother and had cut him down with cold words. After his merciless verbal assault, he didn't hesitate to let the silver-haired man know of his plans.

"I'm sending you to the other side of the country for a few months. It has been arranged that you will stay in my extra apartment and will be helping out at a local children's school. Don't mess this up, Inuyasha."

Patience. That was what the chief needed, according to his big-shot brother. And what better way to gain that than devoting three or four hours a day to playing with and cleaning up after little brats? Fuck, this was not his idea of a good time. But what choice did he have? His brother practically said in his icy tone, Come back a changed man, or don't come back at all. His job was on the line, and he wasn't going to leave Tashio Industries until he was damn well ready to. The money came easily and the work was stuff he didn't actually mind doing. It was just too damned bad his own boss was his brother.

"Inuyasha?"

Dislodging the last kid off his back, the silver-haired man turned to the sound of his name, his golden gaze landing on the petite woman watching him with amused eyes at the corner of the room. She was quite pretty, and he had been considering making a move on the chocolate-eyed kindergarten teacher until he found out his emotionless brother had a soft spot for the kind woman.

When their gazes met, she gestured to the large mahogany desk she was currently seated at with a kind smile.

After shooting a quick glance towards the momentarily occupied kindergarteners – Hey, no sense getting in trouble at this job, too – he headed over.

Inuyasha looked dubiously at the small candy-red chair that was placed meaningfully in front of Ms. Maeda's desk, his thoughts drifting over the obvious problem of breaking the chair. But after glancing up at the kindergarten teacher and receiving a small nod in return, he sat down uncertainly.

Rin Maeda had to hold in her laughter at the sight of the large man sitting uncomfortably in the child's seat in front of her desk. He braced his legs out wide to try and distribute his weight, and leaned forward in attempt to draw attention away from his precarious position. Her eyes locked with golden and in the back of her mind, she found herself admiring the beauty of the Tashio men.

"What's wrong?"

A smile drew at the corners of her mouth at his rough tone. "You've been doing such a good job with the kids," she praised, brown eyes alight with an innocent glow.

Inuyasha shrugged off the unexpected praise. He didn't know shit about kids. "It ain't as easy as it looks."

She nodded her agreement, nervously twisting her hands in her lap. "A-And I don't want to push you too far…"

His handsome features twisted into a frown. "What do you mean?"

She let out a little sigh before staring at her entwined hands, avoiding his golden gaze. "I-I hate to ask this of you… But my mother is sick and my brother needs to be driven home from school, a-and someone needs to buy the groceries – "

"What are you getting at, Rin?"

She lifted her gaze to his face, her brown eyes pleading. "I will be leaving everyday about an hour earlier. That means you'll have to do Clean Up and Dance Time with the kids. But of course, Ayame will be there – "

At Ayame's name, Inuyasha swirled around to lock furious gazes with a fiery redhead with emerald green eyes. She look absolutely pissed off – probably already heard the news – and didn't hesitate to leave the hatred for the silver-haired man out of her blazing gaze. Both had instantly loathed each other on first sight.

Inuyasha turned back around, horror the dominant emotion on his face. "But – "

Rin's sad expression stopped him. "Please, Inuyasha? It would mean a lot to me."

He resisted the sudden urge to put his face in his hands and moan, feeling utterly helpless against the kindergarten teacher's big, deep, chocolate brown eyes. The last time he had succumbed to the evil temptation of big glassy eyes had been a couple of years ago when Kikyo had begged him to take her to the birthday party of one of the most famous rockstars in the world who happened to be a client. The beautiful girlfriend of only one year had been the perfect date: always by his side, always focused on the conversation with her quick wit, and always willing to go and fetch him another drink – even times when he didn't remember asking her to refill his glass. The night just spun into inky blackness after the fifth or sixth drink.

It was around three in the morning when he came to, lying butt-naked next to an equally revealing young woman who he had never seen before. He had felt bad about cheating on Kikyo – that is, until the rumors started about her and the rockstar…

But this was not Kikyo trying to seduce her way to the top. It was innocent Rin, who was completely trustworthy and was not trying to be too selfish with her wishes, although Inuyasha bet her family needed her more than ever. This was the same woman who had trusted him enough to work with young children and who had melted most of the Ice King's heart. It became once again apparent as to how Sesshomaru had been taken by this young woman.

He sucked up his pride and said to her, "Yeah, sure, Rin. Do whatever you need to." He had the impending feeling that he was going to regret his words.

The smile that graced her face rivaled the intensity of the sun. "Thank you, Inuyasha! I know you and Ayame can do it together!"

Inuyasha let out a pained sigh. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, ignoring her childish grin. "I don't see why you even keep Ayame around here. She's such a bi – "

" – beautiful woman?" Rin interrupted innocently, her head slightly inclined to the small group of on-lookers gathered behind the silver-haired man.

Inuyasha turned his head slightly, and in seeing the group, he changed the subject with, "So when is this whole thing starting?"

Rin shot a glance at her wristwatch before replying, "In five minutes. Don't panic about anything – Ayame knows what she's doing."

Inuyasha only nodded in response, a panic alarm going off in his head as Ms. Maeda got up from her seat to join her class. As much as he knew Rin was needed somewhere else, he seriously doubted his ability to keep track of seventeen little twerps. And being subjected to the evil Fire Crotch without Rin's calm aura was a challenge he wasn't sure he would survive.

His golden gaze followed her slim form as she gathered up the children and sat them in a circle around her. "Now children," she started patiently, her voice soft. "I am going out to visit my family, which means Ayame and Inuyasha will be here to play and clean up with you."

A small hand rocketed up in the air before the owner blurted out, "B-But Ms. Maeda, will Ayame and Mr. Yasha read and dance with us?"

Rin's gaze momentarily collided with Inuyasha's before she giggled at the child's use of the businessman's name. "Yes, Michie, Inuyasha and Ayame will dance with you."

"But what about Story Time, Ms. Maede?"

Rin smiled kindly at the little tyke. "Don't worry, Botan. Nothing will change."

"B-But – "

"No more questions! Everyone over to Reader's Corner! Ayame's got Peter Rabbit!"

At Rin's words, all the children got up with eagerness and bounded over to the far corner that had been decorated with paper trees and animals. Ayame sat in the very corner on the green chair, the large picture book in her hands, her lips curled up in a smile. The kids sat their plump bottoms on the soft carpet before looking up expectantly at the redhead.

Rin laughed lightly before remarking, "They just love her."

Inuyasha didn't know how to respond and decided on a nonchalant grunt. Personally, he couldn't even comprehend why anyone would like Big Red. But then again Rin was like that – always compassionate and looking for the good in everyone.

And as for the kids? Well, they were just too young to understand.

Rin reached over her desk for her keys. Giving Inuyasha a kind smile, she said, "Thank you again, Inuyasha. I'll see you tomorrow then?"

He nodded, watching her depart out of the corner of one golden orb. After the door had silently closed, announcing the beginning of a major headache, he let out a low groan, cradling his head in his hands.

"And he huffed and he puffed and he blew away the first little piggy's straw hut…!"

Yes, he concluded silently, inwardly wincing at Red's voice. Today is going to fucking suck bricks.

/-

"…Like I already said, Miroku, she's my boss for the next few weeks."

The other line buzzed silently in the businessman's ear, causing Inuyasha to wince at his best friend's crude selection of words. "Fuck off, Miroku. Just because she's hot doesn't mean I'm going to screw her. And plus, Rin's not like that…"

His knuckles on the Blackberry tensed for a second listening to the answer, his brow knitting in a dark frown. "Does anything remotely normal go on in that brain of yours? Sesshomaru has already made his designs on the girl, and I doubt if I could make her change her mind."

Inuyasha waited a moment for his buddy's response before replying with, "Kama Sutra Positions? Fuck you."

Barely listening to Miroku's reply to that, he shot a glance at digital clock on the dashboard of his Porsche Panamera 4S. Letting out a low sigh, he quickly said, cutting off Miroku's sentence, "Look, I gotta go. Lunch time's over and Rin will be all over my ass if I'm not there in five."

Inuyasha opened up the door of his stationary vehicle and stepped outside into the school's parking lot, eyes narrowing at Miroku's nasty retort. "Of course, how could I not see that coming? I was speaking metaphorically, you asshole!"

He only waited a minute to shout, "I'm hanging up now!" before pressing the end button and throwing the offending object onto the passenger's seat. After closing the door to the sleek car, he locked the entire vehicle with the press of a finger and walked briskly towards the small rainbow coloured building.

Stepping in, he was greeted with, "Nice to know dogs like you know how to read a clock."

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the fiery redhead who stood with her arms crossed at the doorway that lead into the main room. "What, didn't get laid last night, Carrothead? You know, taking your anger out on me won't change the fact – "

"Ha. Ha." Ayame's green eyes narrowed. "That's funny. Where'd you get that one?"

He shrugged. "Just pointing out the obvious. Listen, I could even recommend a few shops that sell even big dildos for redheaded virgins – "

Her green eyes narrowed even farther, barely showing a slit of glittering emerald irises. "You know, if you go on, I just might keel over and die from your jokes."

He grinned, squeezing past her into the room. "That's the idea, babe."

The kids were all sitting at the small tables in the middle of the room, scribbling furiously with their coloured crayons on the various outlines of farm animals and smiling children. In the background a soft tune played smoothly from the CD player by Rin's desk, and some of the children hummed along.

Inuyasha took one look around the room before turning back to Ayame. "Where's Rin?" he demanded.

Ayame walked up to him, reprimanding him with a sharp tap to his nose with her finger. "Ms. Maeda," she corrected, her tone sickly sweet. "And she had to leave early for reasons irrelevant to you."

When he didn't say anything but continued to glare at her, Ayame leaned in and whispered, "What, dogboy? Scared big old Ayame's gonna sick the kiddies on you?"

He leaned in even closer, a smirk on his perfect lips. "You know, Carrothead," he whispered back, sarcasm dripping from his every word. "People might get the wrong idea if you get this close to my face."

The reaction he was going for was displayed perfectly on Ayame's horrified face as she pulled away from him and stepped back a couple of feet. But just as he was going to comment on her virginal habits, the moment was ruined when a kindergartener suddenly rocketed from his seat and scrambled his way to the nearest garbage can and was violently sick.

Awesome, Inuyasha thought with a scowl.

Ayame rushed to the boy while Inuyasha held back, a stark grimace on his features. The smell hit his nose and he nearly bent over, gagging himself.

Fire Crotch continued to stroke the boy's back as he emptied his small lunch of a few carrots and a tuna fish sandwich into the disposal bin. "It's okay, Juro."

It was several more seconds later when the boy finally straightened up and groaned loudly. "I-I don't feel… so good…" Some of the puke covered the sides of his mouth, and he used a clean sleeve to wipe it off.

Ayame tried not to wince at the boy's acidy breath, and instead raced to grab his coat and small backpack. Pulling the jacket onto his arms, she said, "Come on, Juro. We're going. I'll call your mom on the way."

"Going where?"

Ayame didn't hesitate to roll her eyes at the businessman's stupidity. "To the hospital!" she hissed.

He looked at her as if she might by any chance be a deranged psychiatric patient. "The kid threw up, Ayame. He's not puking up blood! Just phone up his mom and get her to take him home."

Ayame threw the small backpack over one of her shoulders and continued to guide the sick boy towards the door as if she hadn't heard Inuyasha. Glancing back, she stated, "You'll have to do Clean Up and Dance Time with them without me. I'll be back tomorrow, if not today."

And with that, she left.

Feeling as though doom was upon him, Inuyasha slowly turned and was greeted by sixteen curiously wide pairs of eyes and a verbal attack of questions.

"Where are they going, Mr. Yasha?"

"What's wrong with Juro?"

"Did Juro eat a crayon, Mr. Yasha?"

"When is Ayame coming back?"

Inuyasha closed his eyes and counted to five very slowly. They were just kids – how bad could it be? He'd seen Rin and Ayame do Clean Up and Dance Time enough times to get the idea. Hell, if Big Red could do it, then he could too.

Opening up his eyes, he faced the group of patiently waiting kindergarteners. "Okay," he began, uncertainty evident in his tone. "Ayame just took the kid for a walk – "

"Can I go too, Mr. Yasha?"

"Can you take us, Mr. Yasha – ?"

"No," Inuyasha interrupted, his patience running dangerously low. "While they're gone, we're going to do Clean Up."

The kids starting screaming in excitement, surprising the silver-haired businessman. What he vaguely remembered from his childhood was absolutely hating cleaning up his room, if he was even up to the task. Most of the time, the child-rebel Inuyasha would shove all his toy cars into his closet, despite his mother's wishes.

Walking over to the CD player, he popped open the lid and replaced the 'Drawing Music' CD with 'Clean Up Time.' Placing his finger on the play button, he started turning around, saying, "Okay, everyone in their hiding places…?"

He was greeted by a silent room. Most of the kids were trying to appear invisible behind tables and behind the giant castle wall. Starting the CD, he sat down in the nearest chair and watched their next act.

"You see, in every job that must be done, there is an element of fun…"

The room came alive with movement as soon as the first note pierced the noiseless room. Little girls twirled in invisible tutus and pranced around the room, tidying things as they went. Little boys marched around the room like toy soldiers, their young faces scrunched up in heavy concentration, picking up loose pencils and paper on their way.

"You find the fun, and snap! The job's a game. And every task you undertake becomes a piece of cake…"

Inuyasha watched them perform, a slight smile on his face. It never failed to amuse him how much effort these little kindergarteners put into something as trivial as clean up and how important they thought their job was.

"That a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down, the medicine go down…"

After more than three minutes of Jullie Andrews' singing, the song drifted to a stop and the children in their haste to hide, scrambled around and ran into each other in desperation, looking for the perfect spot.

Inuyasha waited for a few more seconds, watching as they all jumped out into the open and gathered in a circle in the dance space, screaming and hollering in their excitement. He switched the CDs once again and grabbed the remote before standing before them.

"What song are we dancing to today, Mr. Yasha?" A young girl asked, her pigtails bouncing enthusiastically.

"Uh… the Chicken Dance." And to spare himself from more questions, he pressed play and the song picked up.

The kids went wild, wide toothy smiles on their faces as they jumped on the spot, their small hands forming the beaks and their short arms pumping vigorously as they crouched. They twisted and stuck out their bums to create the tails feathers, and laughed out-loud when they had to start the routine over again.

Inuyasha tried to keep the scowl from his features as he awkwardly wagged his arms half-speed and watched the brats make asses out of themselves. He had never contemplated murder until he had been forced to do the Chicken Dance in front of sixteen kindergarteners, and number one on his hit list was Fire Crotch.

Shit. Once again his thoughts ran to his coworkers reactions and he found himself openly grimacing.

"Come one, Mr. Yasha! Like this!" The little boy in front hollered, missing teeth flashing in a large grin as he wagged his arms.

"You're not doing it right!" Another girl pouted, her eyes dangerously close to tears.

Aw, man!

And so, in fear of crying and screaming children, he shook his bent arms to the beat and wagged his ass with the kids. He felt profoundly stupid, but anything was better than dealing with upset brats.

Hell, this should be easy compared to working with Sesshomaru. And with that thought, he picked up enthusiasm.

Half way into the song, he found himself smiling openly at the group of kindergarteners as they linked arms and swung themselves around in little circles, fully enjoying themselves. He twirled around in a circle, waving his hands and making funny faces as he went, making the kids scream out with laughter.

It was a single giggle that made him look up from the group, and when he did, he stopped cold.

Clear blue eyes watched the scene with immense amusement, the owner having to place her small hand over her mouth to contain her laughter. She was standing in the doorway, her slender body clad in a simple summer dress, dark raven hair tumbling down to rest on slim shoulders.

Instant shock hit him hard like a bucket of cold water. Embarrassment flooding his cheeks, he scrambled to pick up the remote, trying to discontinue the further humiliation. But in his haste he dropped the device, and with a low profanity, picked it up again and stopped the music.

"S-Sorry," the woman smiled, giggles still escaping through her petite mouth. "I just thought to come a bit earlier, and then I saw – "

She stopped herself, clear blue eyes going wide with shock.

Feeling his face heat up in response to her intense gaze, he reached behind his head with one hand and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "W-We were finished anyways," he muttered.

Her expression shifted, her smooth brow creasing as she placed a thoughtful index finger on one pale cheek. "Hmm, you must be the new guy Rin was telling me about…"

What the hell? Inuyasha frowned, his arm falling back to his side. Not only did this chick catch him in the middle of doing the Chicken Dance, but she had also heard of him? If she knew Rin, then did she know Sesshomaru?

Jesus, could his life get any better?

Her blue eyes suddenly brightened and she snapped her fingers in recall. "Inuyasha! That's the name!" she confirmed.

"Mommy!"

Feeling as though time had stopped, Inuyasha watched with an abstract silence as one of the quieter girls in the back of the group sprinted out of place and threw herself at the woman's legs. Her mother smiled gently down at the youngster before smoothing back the child's raven bangs to reveal equally stunning blue eyes.

"Do I know…." The words in Inuyasha's mouth died on his tongue the moment the woman drew her arms around her child's middle and hoisted her up onto one hip. Both females looked back at him with strikingly clear gazes that reminded him of his childhood, of better times…

"Hey Yash, hey baby! Look what mommy made you! Do you want to try a piece of the brownie cake?"

Inuyasha shook his head slightly to rid himself of those thoughts. No sense thinking of your dead mother while in a kindergarten room, asshole. Glancing back at the stranger, he acknowledged that she had the same innocent sparkle to her deep eyes just like his mother used to have.

The woman suddenly smiled with embarrassment. She placed her daughter back onto her feet before standing straight up and looking at him with her bright eyes. He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath until she opened her luscious mouth with, "I'm so sorry. I just made this really awkward, since I know your name and yet you don't know mine…"

As if his limb had a mind of its own, Inuyasha's hand reached out towards her. "Inuyasha Tashio. Nice to, uh, meet you…?"

"Oh!" She stepped forward and clasped his hand with her own small one, a wide smile gracing her visage. "Kagome Higurashi."

Inuyasha found himself almost speechless under the brilliance of her smile, unable to form any words with his tangled tongue. It was as if all the sunshine in the world was suddenly released at the very tug of her lips.

She slowly released his hand and her smile grew even wider, if possible. Seeing him open his mouth to say something, she quickly interjected with, "How about we talk after class?"

He stared at the clock for a few seconds before realizing kindergarten was over. "Okay, kids," he said to the group of twerps gathered in front of him. "Go grab your coats and bags; time to go home."

The children all dashed towards the coat racks with hoots of cheering and loud laughs. Inuyasha stood off to one side, ready to help button up someone's jacket.

"Bye, Mr. Yasha!"

"See-ya tomorrow, Mr. Yasha!"

"I can't do it!" A young girl with green eyes pouted angrily, pulling irritably on the zipper of her brow fleece. Inuyasha knelt down to her level and with a quick tug, moved the zipper past the obstacle.

"Thank you," she grinned to him before turning around and snatching her Dora The Explorer bag and rushing out the door, along with the rest of the stragglers.

"How are you finding it working here?"

Inuyasha twisted and his honey gaze landed on the approaching woman. She smiled up at him kindly before coming to a halt beside him. "You look more like a businessman than a teacher – a big city businessman – if you don't mind me saying so."

The businessman secured his gaze safely on exiting children in fear of blushing again under the intensity of the woman's blue orbs. Raising his arm to lean against the wall, he snorted softly. "You're right about that."

She glanced up at him, one brow raised in curiosity. "Oh? Which observation?"

"Both."

"Ah." She smiled again and Inuyasha replaced his gaze on his feet to hide the light color on his cheeks. He was a fucking adult! How the hell could one little female make him blush?

Fuck. He had done things that would make his mother blush.

Well, would have made his mother blush.

"Mommy! Can we go now? Please?"

The beautiful female beside him twisted around to look down at her adorable daughter who looked up at her mother with irritated blue eyes. Smiling, she rested a hand on her little girl's raven locks. "Okay, Ai. Why don't you go and get your shoes on? I'll be there in a moment."

Inuyasha watched the little girl scurry away before voicing the first thing that came to his mind: "I guess this means you're married."

The woman named Kagome tried to hide a wince at that, failing to keep her face neutral. "Uh…was," she corrected.

Inuyasha's eyes grew large at that, feeling the urge to kick himself in the ass. Twice. And hard. "Ah, shi – I mean crap… I mean – "

A light touch on his bicep stopped his awkward attempts to apologize for his bluntness. Raising his gaze, his golden eyes locked with deep blue eyes that were pained. "It's… uh, well it's okay. You didn't know."

"Uh… is – err, well, is…." he trailed off, uncertain of how to ask the next question swimming around in his mind. It was obvious by the look on her face that something bad had gone down. Real bad.

Kagome focused her gaze on her daughter in the coatroom corner of the room trying to get her Velcro Hello Kitty shoes on, willing her voice not to betray the sudden despair that choked her. "He… he just… died recently. Last winter."

The little girl, having her shoes on properly, waved at her mom from across the room, gesturing impatiently towards the exit. "Come on, mommy!"

Before Inuyasha could open his mouth to say sorry, she turned to him and he saw the misery deep in her clear eyes. Forcing a small smile onto her lips, she muttered, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah – um, yeah. Okay." Inuyasha uneasily lifted a hand to wave goodbye to the beautiful woman who had, in just under ten minutes of meeting her, made him blush like a little school girl for looking into her clear, blue eyes, stutter awkwardly, and had stunned him into silence with the magnitude of pain she hid.

A small smirk curved his lips as a new idea hit him as he watched Kagome's backside sway from right to left, out the door and vanish from his sight. He was well known for being any woman's dream; one night with him banished all fears. He was just that good.

And he would be more than happy to oblige Kagome if she needed such an escape. Hell – he was going to do her a favor by seducing her into his bed. She wouldn't be able to resist.

Damn. He hadn't been laid in ten fucking days.

Inuyasha turned around to grab his messenger bag from behind Rin's desk, a plan formulating in his mind. Operation Seduce Kagome was officially in progress.

But another thought stopped him dead in his tracks. He hadn't apologized for anything since his mother died and after just ten minutes with this woman, he had almost done that. Twice. She was dangerous. Seriously dangerous if she held that kind of power over him.

He shook his head before continuing on his journey to rid himself of unwanted memories, locking up before leaving. Oops, was that Carrothead's bag in there? Ah, dang.

Just as he slid into his beautiful Porsche and turned the key, hearing the slick car purr pleasingly, a frown twisted his perfect lips and he found himself racking his memory of Kagome's and his introduction.

Wait. She didn't even react to my name.

Aaaaand stop! Hammer time.

So, I just got this super cool Electric Bike from Walmart (I know, sounds sketchy) that only goes about 32 km/h and has headlights and side-view mirrors and signal lights and I think I'm in love. Okay, so I may live in a small, isolated town with tons of horrible drivers (I nearly got run over twice yesterday!) and many, many steep hills, but for me, this scooter is like a gift from God. Firstly, I admit that I'm almost eighteen and haven't even got my L yet (I was in Switzerland when I turned 16!) ... and can't really use Switzerland as an excuse 'cause I've been back for a year, but I'm absolutely terrified of loosing control of a car and killing someone. At least this way, with my little Ecoped, all I have to worry about is other people killing me. AND IT EVEN LOOKS SPIFFY!

Okay, Bumble, enough 'bout the scooter. I'm signing off - have to babysitt tomorrow at the most ghastly hour.

So, readers, I bid you adieu. And remember to review! (HA! I RHYMED!)

Bumble out.