AN: Hey guys! Time for chapter 2 ;)
Edited: June 29, 2010
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Inuyasha, they are all from the creative mind of Rumiko Takahashi. I do not profit from this fanfic, this is simply for fun. I am the sole owner of this plot.
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Inuyasha walked towards his car slowly, whistling and twirling his keys on his index finger. He opened the door of his red 1969 Ford Mustang gently, hoping the side mirror wouldn't fall off. Again.
He paused, coulnd't help but swell with pride when he saw the white racing stripes running along the sides and over the front of the car. Red and white, everyone knew those were his colors. Everything he owned held some symbol, some proof that it belonged to him.
And of course, he had to let everyone know this was his car.
His pride demanded it.
And so what if an old car? So what if it tended to leak oil from time to time and the mirrors wouldn't always stay in place?
It was his car, and he loved the hell out of it.
He slide into the drivers seat, ran his hands over the steering wheel- which, of course, was odorned by a genuine red leather cover. Which cost him two weeks pay, but that didn't matter. Much.
He shook his head and started the engine, pleased by the gentle purr the engine made. He pulled out of his driveway, lost in the music blaring on the sterio he and his best friend had taken two hours to figure out how to install.
Hollywood Undead's 'Paradise Lost' blasted through the speakers, making Inuyasha grin.
Damn, he loved this car.
He was just about to pull into the parking lot of Haori High School when he heard the screech of tires. He jerked his head around, fear tightened his stomach.
And that's when he saw her.
Long, raven hair pulled back from a heart shaped face, her eyes hidden behind a thick fringe of bangs. Her full lips were set in a grim line as she tried to put her backpack on and rush into the school before she missed the first bell.
Kagome pulled into her parking spot quickly.
Hopefully I'll make it, she thought hopefully.
She jumped out of her truck and pulled out her small backpack and started to put it on. And that's when all of her stuff spilled out onto the front seat.
Damn!
She picked everything up quickly, stuffing it half-hazardly into her bookbag. She tried not to think about how much time she had spent the night before organizing everything as she hastily drew the zipper up.
She struggled to put it on quickly, realizing then that she was putting it on backwards.
"Idiot," she muttered as she re-sittuated her backpack. She faintly heard tires screeching in the distance, though she paid no heed.
She was too engrossed in her task to notice the pick-up truck skidding towards her. Too distracted to notice the young man running towards her at a nearly demonic speed.
Suddenly, she was picked up effortlessly and was being carried away quickly. She turned her head towards her truck, turned away quickly as the other vehicle slammed into the side. She could faintly hear the sound of metal hitting medal, more screeching, the cound of her windows shaddering.
Then nothing but the frantic pounding of her heart.
He didn't realize he'd jumped out of his car until he had her in his arms. He couldn't hear the sound of her truck being crushed by another vehicle over the sound of his own pounding heart.
He ran as fast as he could, unsure of where the gut-wrenching terror had came from. Sprinting away from what was left of her now totaled truck, he didn't realize he'd ran all the way to the school's entrance until he sat down on the concrete steps.
He looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms; her mouth was hanging open, her hair was messed up, her skin was clamy and her luminous brown eyes were staring up at him in pure shock. She was a total mess.
Then why in the hell does she still look so damn beautiful? he demanded silently.
She opened her eyes and looked up at the owner of the strong arms holding her, wondering what the hell was going on.
Her heart only pounded harder.
Eyes the color of rich honey stared down at her curiously, and she couldn't help but lose herself in them, even just for a moment.
Long silver bangs fell messily over his forehead; the face was handsome, though he was right on the border-line of manhood. The high, slashing cheekbones and the full, almost poetic, mouth only heightened his stricking beauty.
She blinked, her mouth hung open in pure shock when she saw the two small silver appendadges moving on the top of his head.
Dog ears?
By the blank stare she was giving him, he knew she was staring at his ears, and he was fully prepared for the revoltion and disgust that would soon follow. He could feel his body tense, ready for the worst. Though he couldn't help but wonder why her opinion seemed so important to him all of a sudden. She was a perfect stranger for crying out loud!
Could a perfect stranger make your heart do the cha cha, dear hanyou? his inner youkai asked him smugly.
What are you trying to say bastard? he demanded silently.
Bloody fucking hell! You mean you haven't realized it yet? You are wayy more ignorant than I took you for!
Now you listen here-
"Um.. Hello?"
He snapped out of his daze, aggravated that his inner demon was playing mind games...again. That's when he realized the girl was trying to get his attention.
"What?" he barked, regretting the harsh tone as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
She stiffened, "Could you do me a huge favor, jackass? How about you put me down!"
He gapped at her a moment, then, careful not to drop her, set her on her feet. She had her hands on her hips now, he saw; her full, supple breasts and her slimly curved hips...
What the hell?
He shook his head, trying to look at her face and not her...ahem..nevermind.
She was about to say something when suddenly, she saw her truck.
Well, what was left of it.
He could see her eyes go wide, and assumed that she hadn't really known what was going on around her until just then.
He cursed softly as he took her face in his hands," Hey, you need to calm down. Everything's okay now, alright?"
She looked up at him, chocolate eyes meeting his honeyed gaze. They both felt the tinge of electricity when he touched her.
What was happening?
"Um..I..I'm sorry that I..Shit," she chastised herself, feeling stupid and embarassed. Why was this handsome stranger affected her so strongly?
"It's okay," he murmured, stroking her cheek. Neither of them seemed to notice the intimate gesture. He couldn't help but smile at the light blush that crept its way into her cheeks.
Kagome stared into his eyes a moment longer, unsure of what to say. Why is he smiling at me like that?
Why does it matter? You like it, a low, feminine voice whispered in her head.
Who the hell are you? she barked.
The voice chuckled, Don't worry, I mean you no harm. I am here because-
"Oh my God! Someone call an ambulance!"
She jerked back, turning her head in the direction of the vioce.
A short fat woman in a bright, floral dress ran down the walkway. She had fake blonde hair and glasses that should've stayed in the 70's.
"Oh my goodness, are you alright dear?" she asked, unconciously pulling her far away from the silver-haired boy, checking her vitals and fussing alittle too much for Kagome's taste.
"I'm fine. That guy," she explained, pointing at Inuyasha," saved me."
The woman eyed Inuyasha warily," He did?" she asked incredulously. She didn't bother to hide the sneer as she looked Inuyasha over.
Kagome stared at the woman a moment. I haven't even known this woman ten minutes, and I already hate her guts.
"Well yeah, I don't see any other silver-haired teenagers around here."
The woman glared at her," Well then. An ambulance is on it's way to tend to the driver. The police will want to know what happened. You'll have to give them your statement when they arrive." And with that, and a spiteful glare at the boy, she walked away.
She watched the woman waddle away, aggravated at her rude behavior. What was her problem?
She turned to Inuyasha," What was that all about?"
He stared at her a moment. She stood up for me, he thought, suprised.
"Alot of people around here don't really like hanyous. In the eyes of people like her," he pointed at the entrance as the door slammed," We're the scum of the earth."
"Why?"
He gave her an odd look," Why not?"
She huffed, frustrated, " Well, your a living thing. A citizen of this city. You have feelings and integrity, don't you? Otherwise, I'd probably be dead," she stated.
"Yeah..I...I guess I do, huh?" he murmured.
"What kind of question is that? Oh nevermind," she huffed.
His ears twitched, grabbing her attention. She walked towards him; and, not fully realizing what she was doing, grabbed both of his furry ears and stroaked.
His eyes widened, then closed. God, that feels good.
The pleasure shot straight to his loins. And he was trying with all his might to fight the growl of pleasure that was building its way up his throat.
The world around them seemed to fade away, and though they were perfect strangers, they both felt a magical feeling fill their hearts. Clouding their minds, their reason.
The last bell rang, snapping them out of their trance. They stared at each other a moment, unsure of what to do, what to say. A dull pink hue graced both of their cheeks.
He stuck out his hand, kept his head down, "Inuyasha," he muttered.
She looked down at his large hand, fitted it against hers. She could feel the rough callous clash with the feminine softness of her hand.
"Kagome," she murmured.
And that was how honey met chocolate.
Chapter 2 is Fin!
Hope you guys like the new- and IMPROVED- version. :)
-Doll.
