Sorry 'bout that - usually i'm a lot faster on the updating. in any case, in the past three weeks i have nearly been run over eight (nine?) times while on my moped, and all those times have been returning home from BABYSITTING. oh jeez, i've been having the most awesome time taking care of this lovely three year old. she's okay when she's not tired (which is only from 7AM-9AM), and is one spoiled little kid. and i want kids of my own?

not if they're going to scream at me because they wanted to stay one hour longer after three hours at the park, and then bawl their eyes out the entire walk home because i wouldn't carry them - helloo? do i look like a mule?

heh, usually i'm really good with kids, but after three weeks of seeing them non-stop, i get a bit irritated. maybe it'll be different when i have my own kids? i really hope so.

i think i've babbled on long enough about that (poor purduepup gets the same rant twice XD). time for zee story, no?

oh yeah, and i forgot to go this last chapter:

I OWN INUYASHA. oh yes! I DO! NOW YOU ALL CAN BOW - *WHACK*

owww - okay, okay, so i don't own him. my bad.

NOTE: the first part of this chapter that is italicized is a newspaper.

-Chapter Two-

NO APPEARANCE?

While the suave and cool Sesshomaru Taisho easily dominated this week's charity function with his intellect and startling magnificence where celebrities from all around came to eat a four-course meal fit for royalty to donate to homeless children, his brother and CFO, the equally stunning and brash, Inuyasha Taisho, was no where to be seen. Sources say that the younger brother has not been seen entering or exiting the Taisho Industries building for over a week. Could this mean a sudden holiday? Or is the business boy looking for an emotional escape?

No need to worry, readers, for Inuyasha seems to be without the company of his beloved, Kikyo Hikada, the Tripp Classic model. She was seen just two days ago in the Tokyo Mall District with a new boy toy on her arm. Sources have not yet confirmed a name or their relationship status.

"It was very clear to all that she had forgotten about Inuyasha Taisho and was focusing all her attention on this new guy," a pedestrian said after she accidentally bumped into the model and her escort….

Miroku Okada refolded the newspaper and dropped it on a forgotten corner of his large desk. The press may think that their adored 'Yash was off on vacation in some distant, tropical part of the country, making up forbidden fantasies of him in nothing but shades and swim trunks, diving off into the sea, but they couldn't be more from the truth; Miroku was one of few that knew other wise. And he thought it was gut-splitting hilarious.

Not that Miroku, one of the heads of the many departments in Taisho Industries, didn't like children. No, that wasn't the case at all. In fact, he loved them. He just couldn't picture his best friend – the scowling, angry, bitter, and irritable Inuyasha – in a room full of kindergarteners. It just wasn't achievable.

Conceivable.

Comprehensible.

But according to the report just delivered to Sesshomaru (which Miroku may or may not have peeked at), it was possible. Supposedly the CEO had requested daily updates on his rebellious younger brother from the downright sexy female (not that Miroku looked up her file) who happened to be the kindergarten teacher 'Yash was working under. Damn that boy was lucky.

In any case, the words of a young, doable woman were long and flowery, and happened to describe a man Miroku wasn't sure existed. Inuyasha work with a red head – and one he hated on sight? Nope. Inuyasha help little twerps wash their grubby hands and take off their outdoor shoes? Ha. And worst of all? The one description that threw Miroku so off he nearly spit coffee all over the documents and therefore destroying his cover:

Inuyasha Taisho, CFO of Taisho Industries, taking over the kindergarten for an hour or so while the two other females in charge had to leave for personal reasons: one involving her sick mother, and the other an up-chucking kid.

Miroku had frozen on the spot. Wait. His Inuyasha? Take over and run a kindergarten class for more than an hour? With all the children leaving with their limbs at the end of the day? What the hell had gone on?

Miroku reached over to pick up his office phone and hit #1 on speed dial, only to irritably close his violet eyes a minute later when his best friend and colleague didn't pick up his cell. He had been trying for the last four hours to get a hold of the asshole – but to no avail! It was seven o'clock in the evening, for Christ's sake! Miroku spun around in his chair to glare into the setting sun outside his window. It wasn't like 'Yash had anything better to do. Kindergarten was over then, wasn't it?

"Stupid fucki – "

"Daddy! Mommy said swearing was bad!"

Miroku nearly fell off his chair when a flying projectile hit him at full velocity, giggling like a hyena at her father's stunned expression.

A large pair of chocolate brown eyes looked up from their owner's position on his thighs, a wide grin splitting her pretty face. "I scared you, right, daddy?"

Miroku laughed, lifting the little girl onto a more comfortable position on his lap. "Yeah, you did – "

"Incoming!"

This time, Miroku was prepared and caught the second little rascal as she bounded for him, tucking his second child into his vacant side. Both girls grinned up at their father, both faces almost identical to the other and yet so different. Miroku couldn't wait till they grew up into teenagers; then he could beat away all their suitors with a sturdy broom, yelling profanities as he cursed their stupid, hormonal asses all the way down the street. He chuckled a bit at the vision. Oh, he was going to have tons of fun.

"Are you coming home now, daddy?" Maiya, the first twin to attack him, asked from his right side.

"Mommy said something about Mac and Cheese," Chiko added from his left side.

Hmm… which meant a night in. Miroku grinned perversely to himself, his mind whirling with unplanned events for the night ahead. "Did she? Where is your mother, anyway?"

As if on cue, the office door was pushed rather roughly open and a slim figure walked into the room, quite out of breath. She pointedly turned a teasingly angry stare on the two girls currently situated on their father's lap, placing her hands on her hips. "Now what did I say about leaving mommy's side when she's talking to other adults?"

Maiya perked up from her dad's protective embrace. "But mommy, me and Chiko were bored – "

"Maiya, what did I say?"

The older of the two twins sunk farther into Miroku's side, defeat laced in her muffled voice. "To not to do it."

The twin's mother exhaled and let her irritated stance relax. "Good, now move over; mommy wants some papa loving too."

Maiya and Chiko let out happy giggles as their mother made her way over to them, and planted a big kiss on their daddy's mouth. Miroku's grinned returned tenfold, his violet eyes shining sensually.

"My dearest Sango, what brings you here at such an hour?"

Miroku's wife and the mother of his twins raised a cantankerous eyebrow at that, her visage of one not too amused. "Miroku, it's seven. Why aren't you home by now?"

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling softly. "It's been hectic here ever since Inuyasha left. Sesshomaru has me covering a hell of a lot more than I normally would."

Maiya poked her father none-too-gently in the ribs. "No swearing, daddy."

Miroku caught her little finger in his hand, smiling down at her. "Sorry, pumpkin."

"Speaking of Inuyasha, how has he been?" Sango pressed.

At her partner's sudden burst of laughter, Sango's lips curved up at the tips. She had a feeling the news of her husband's best friend was going to be humorous at the least. "What happened, Miroku?"

He grinned up at his beautiful wife, his violet eyes dancing with entertainment. "I'll tell you later," he said, indicating the two listeners on his lap, bouncing them gently, "after these rugrats are in bed."

Both girls pouted instantly, Chiko the first one to say, "But that's not fair, daddy!"

"Yeah!" Maiya started. "We wanna know how Uncle 'Yash is doing, too!"

"He's having fun, don't worry," Miroku promised them, still grinning knowingly. "He's having tons of fun."

/-

When Inuyasha entered the kindergarten the following day, hands in his jean pockets and whistling an unknown tune, he was greeted by a bowing employer and a less-than-excited ginger. He frowned, unconsciously hefting the strap of the messenger bag on his shoulder. "Uh… good morning?"

Rin did not move from her bent over position facing him. "I am so sorry, Inuyasha," she said, her gaze on her feet. "It has only been a little while that you've worked here, and so what I did yesterday to put you in such a position was unacceptable."

"Keh." Inuyasha shrugged awkwardly. "It's not like it was your fault. Ranga here was the one that left me by myself."

"Yes, but – "

"Ranga?" Ayame demanded, her fiery green eyes narrowing. "How dare you – "

"Yeah," Inuyasha interrupted, a huge grin on his face. "Y'know – short for orangutan."

"You goddamn assho – "

Rin cut Ayame off with a pleading look before returning her guilty brown gaze to the asshole in question. "In any case, Inuyasha, what happened yesterday will not be repeated, let me assure you."

"I hope the kids jumped you," Ayame muttered, fingering a lock of red.

Unfortunately, Inuyasha caught her remark. "Actually, Matchstick, they seemed to like me. Even fucking remembered my name at the end of the day, unlike you who always gets, 'Bye, err – uh, miss!'"

"That's – " Ayame closed her mouth, taking a deep breath and refusing to react to his bait. "Whatever, Inuyasha. You're so immature." And with one last dirty look, Carrot Top stalked off, an almost visible cloud of steam leaking from her ears.

Inuyasha smirked. Ayame was just too fucking predictable. Just like that dumbass he hadn't seen in over a week – Kouga. Hell, they'd make one interesting couple, he thought. Wonder who would go on top?

Definitely Ayame, he decided a moment later, moving past the kindergarten teacher and dropping his bag unceremoniously onto the floor. There's no way Kouga would have enough balls to challenge Firecracker.

"Oh – Inuyasha?"

The businessman turned around to the sound of his name, instantly frowning defensively. "What's wrong?" he asked his employer.

A small smile lit up Rin's face. "Nothing to be worried about." She waved a hand at his suspicious expression. "Yesterday I received a phone call about you."

"Was it Sesshomaru?" Bet that bastard's just begging to have me back –

"No. It was one of the parents."

Inuyasha paled. Oh fuck, if he screwed up…. "I – "

"A good friend of mine, Miss Higurashi. She told me she walked in on you doing the Chicken Dance with the class."

If there was ever a time that a black hole suddenly materialized in the ground and swallowed a person up, he wished it would be now. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Now Sesshomaru is definitely going to find out about it –

Inuyasha paused. Why does that name sound so familiar? "Miss Higurashi?"

"Yes." Rin grinned. "Kagome Higurashi. Her daughter is Ai Higurashi."

So she was the one who had caught the big bad CFO of Taisho Industries doing the chicken dance with seventeen little tots, the one with the big blue eyes and lovely –

Wait.

"Hey, Rin." Inuyasha frowned. "Is Taisho Industries a big influence here in Osaka?"

"Not really," she answered honestly. "For some reason the beautiful Taisho brothers' fame didn't reach out this far," she added, giggling.

"So that was why Kagome – " He snapped his mouth shut, realizing that he had been thinking out loud.

Too bad Rin had caught his train of thought. "No, she probably didn't recognize your name at all. While news about your and Sesshomaru's every movement is recorded in the daily news in Tokyo, only large corporations in the Taisho league know of your names here."

Which meant Kagome Higurashi didn't know that the man working with her daughter was actually a famous businessman. Shit, he was at a disadvantage.

Well, at least she didn't know about his playboy reputation.

/-

"Okay, kindergarteners, time to go home!"

Inuyasha took his respective place beside the door where he could be summoned for assistance, internally sighing in profound relief. The day was finally over and he didn't have to see the brats until seven the following morning, which meant a full seventeen hours kid-free to find a bar, get drunk, get laid….

Someone Upstairs must have taken pity on the sex-deprived businessman. It was less than five seconds later that the high-pitched ringing of the classroom telephone broke into his thoughts, and after a second's hesitation (he really didn't want to be called upon), he called out "Got it!" before snatching the phone off its receiver.

"Hello?"

There was a momentary pause from the other line, making Inuyasha realize that he probably should have greeted the caller with the name of the school and the classroom. Not that that wouldn't have sounded in any way masculine at all….

"Aoka Ioya Elementary School, kindergarten classroom, Inuyasha Taisho speaking. How may I be of assistance?"

He internally cringed. Only women and gay men should ever have to answer telephones –

"Oh, hi there!" Inuyasha's curiosity was peaked as the most sensually feminine voice he had ever heard rung through his ears. Well, second next to that Kagome Higura – shit! Why the hell was he thinking about her of all people? "Is this the kindergarten classroom at Aoka Ioya Elementary School?"

"Uh, yeah it is. H – " Ah, fuck it. "How may I be of assistance?"

A light giggle sounded from the other end. "Oh dear, I had thought I had gotten the wrong number. Tell me, how come I've never noticed a man with such a sexy voice like you working there?"

Despite wincing at yet another reminder as to why he was currently there, a confident smirk made its way onto his lips. Carrothead rolled her eyes in disgust on the other side of the room. "Well, I'm new," he drawled. "The name's Inuyasha."

"Mhm… Inuyasha." She let the name roll off her tongue suggestively. "May I ask a little favour of a big boy like you?"

That smirk widened a fraction more. Ah, yeah! "Anything," he replied smoothly.

"I have to work until five and have no way to pick up my son, Kano, from kindergarten anytime soon."

Inuyasha's grin faded. She wouldn't be phoning a kindergarten to get laid, idiot! "Ah, see – "

"Just babysit him for a bit," she purred. "And then drop him off at my office at five. I'd love to get to know the man in charge of my son's education…."

Inuyasha internally weighed his options. He could decline and instead spend the rest of the night drinking and trying to get laid in a place where no one knew his name, or he could watch over the kid for another three hours and get laid. Ooh, this was a hard decision….

Fuck it. He needed to get laid.

"Yeah, sure. Wanna give me the address to your work?" He jotted down the information before she wished him good luck – to which he frowned (what was he getting himself into?) – and hung up. He was left staring at the green phone that emitted a dead dial tone, internally kicking himself and his dick. Or maybe he should just blame the hot mother that had interrupted his breakdown of the Chicken Dance and made his situation all the more apparent –

"Mr. Yasha."

Inuyasha tore his gaze away from the telephone to stare unblinkingly at the little hand gripping the hem of his shirt, and then finally at the little kid who owned the appendage. "What's up, brat?"

"I'm Kano," he announced self-assuredly as if his name was the answer to all the questions of the world, even going as far to glare challengingly at the silver-haired businessman.

Awesome. Just fucking awesome. "Guess your mom told you I was taking you until she got off work, huh?"

Kano nodded stiffly, about as happy about the arrangement as his teacher was. "Yes," he confirmed.

Both males hesitated in the next moment, unsure of what to do next, before Inuyasha waved a dismissive hand at the young boy. "Go get your stuff."

The son whose mother had a very sinful voice narrowed his eyes further at the idiotic man who stood before him, pointing irritably at the Spiderman pack on his back. "I already have everything."

Inuyasha suppressed a growl at the brat's attitude, once again cursing himself for getting into these types of situations. The next three hours of his life were not going to go smoothly.

He was going to be lucky if he didn't die from an early heart attack.

/-

"I am bored."

Inuyasha put down the orange he had been peeling for the kid, knowing that if provoked again by another word from the spoiled brat, the fruit would unwillingly become the murderer in a very tragic accident. He took a deep breath before answering. "Then change the channel."

The little babysitee glared at his babysitter from his place on the man's couch, the remote to the TV sitting forlornly by his side. "I do not want to," he declared once again in his big-kid voice. "I want to do something fun."

Fun… fun… what did five year olds deem as fun? Inuyasha racked his brain when a brilliant thought came to him – video games! Damn, he remembered he loved video games when he was a kid, which led him into his dirty little habit some twenty odd years later. But he'd rather chop off his own perfect nose with a twisted, blunt steak knife than let the kid play on his Xbox. So, next best plan?

Take the brat to the mall and introduce him to the massive arcade there.

In the meantime, Inuyasha concluded, looking through his empty shelves, he needed to go grocery shopping. Food was essential to his being (as it was to everyone else's) and he didn't like the idea of starving to death within the next few days, which he was sure to happen if he didn't get his daily dose of ramen. Or insanity would set in. Whichever claimed him first.

"'Kay, grab your shit, kid, 'cause we're goin' out."

The kindergartener didn't move from his spot. "My mother says that swearing is for in-compe-tent people."

How a five year old knew the word 'incompetent', Inuyasha would never know. "Well, she's never met a man like me before, brat."

/-

Ten minutes later they were standing outside of the entrance into Galaxy Arcade, Inuyasha scowling impatiently and the little kindergartener that barely reached his hip scowling disbelievingly at his side.

"Where am I?" the boy considerably shorter than him demanded, glaring up at his babysitter.

The silver-haired businessman shot a quick glance at his Rolex. Shit – he had an hour and a half still to blow. "The arcade, kid. Ever heard of it?"

"No," Kano grumbled. "My mother says video games are for stu-pid children."

Inuyasha internally bristled at that. But instead of commenting on how screwed-up the kid's mother obviously was, he shrugged indifferently. "You gonna listen to your mommy for the rest of your life, little boy?"

Kano's body stiffened, the brat taking offence at the offhand query about his independence as a male as Inuyasha knew he would. "Fine."

"Great." The older man reached into his pocket and pulled out a sufficient amount of money, enough to cover quite a few games to keep Kano busy while Inuyasha shopped. Slapping it into the brat's open palm, he said, "I'm going shopping for food. Stay in there until I come for you. Got that?"

As Inuyasha turned to walk away, he could feel the kid boring holes into the back of his head with his heated gaze. "I have to go in there and play all by myself?" Kano shouted at the retreating figure of his 'babysitter'.

Inuyasha only raised a single hand in farewell, not bothering to turn around. "You'll figure it out by yourself, big boy."

/-

"Beer…" Inuyasha cast a glance at the alcohol isle before turning back to the red, squishy balls and long, green sticks in his hands that guaranteed to elongate his life. "Or vegetables…?"

Vegetables were good, but… if he bought them, he wouldn't have any room in the fridge for beer thanks to the mountainous stack of meat…. Inuyasha's scowl darkened further in concentration, trying to make the best choice in one of the hardest decisions of his life.

Vegetables… or beer?

Beer… or vegetables?

It took him another moment of intense glaring at the celery and tomatoes in his hand before coming to a verdict. With a quick flick, the brightly coloured vegetables went flying back into the nearest shelf, and Inuyasha guided his shopping cart towards the isle just beckoning him with the shiny cans and cases.

He hated grocery shopping. Hated having to dig through piles and piles of shit before coming to the good stuff, hated having to wait in line; hell, just plain hated being stuck behind some old hag with an enormous heap of provisions, which seemed to always happen to him. And what he hated the most about shopping was the lack of good-looking, single women.

For some shitty reason, he always met hot, married women in grocery stores. And all the single women could almost be mistaken for mousy men. Did all the sexy, single women shop at some other store? If so, how the hell hadn't he heard of it?

Some assholes just get all the luck, he grouched, glaring at a seemingly happy couple that walked by him, holding hands. The woman, he noted as he turned to watch, had great legs. And a great ass –

Smash!

Inuyasha whirled around, instantly defensive when his cart was suddenly stopped with a loud, metallic bang. "Hey, watch where you're going, you clumsy bi –"

"Inuyasha?"

Oh, shit.

"Hey…" he smirked. Damnit – what was her name again? K…Kyoko? Kana? "What are you doing here?"

"I'm shopping," the woman currently dominating his thoughts replied, smiling back. "Ai insisted that we buy more cereal."

As if on cue, her daughter appeared at her side, a huge box of Cheerios in her arms. "Hi Mr. Yasha!" she greeted, attempting to stick her head around the cereal to better look at him. "We're buying cereal!"

"Hey kiddo," he answered, almost surprising himself at how smoothly it came out, not awkward like the first time. "Looks like you're having fun."

"Yupp!" she squealed in response. Turning towards her mom with the large cardboard box in her arms, she pouted. "Mommy, it's heavy!"

"Sorry, Ai." The girl's mother reached down to grasp the top with both hands and placed it in the cart that was filled with vegetables, and grainy stuff, and milk.

Just as he was eyeing her cart, the beautiful woman, he noticed, was eyeing his own cart, confusion creasing her brow. She opened her mouth, her gaze still on the stack of instant ramen. "Why – "

By now you know that

I'd come for you

No one but you –

"Mommy! Someone's calling you!" Ai shouted out.

"I know, I know." Pulling out the cellular device that was blaring out I'd Come For You by Nickelback, Ai's mother (Kaeda? Kotone? Kumiko?) glanced apologetically up at him. "Sorry, I'll just be a second." With that, she flipped it open and brought it to her ear. "Tanaka and Higurashi Flower Power, this is Kagome Higurashi speaking."

Kagome! That's her name!

"Ah, yes – no, I did not hear that… what has that got to do with anything? – Yes, yes, I understand – Yes, I can do that. They will be there three o'clock sharp…. Alright? Okay, bye."

"Was that a cust-omer, mommy?"

Kagome smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, it was." Turning to Inuyasha, she said, "Sorry about that. Sometimes I get calls from work on my cell."

The businessman shrugged, knowing all too well how that worked. "Tanaka and Higurashi Flower Power?"

"Ah, yes." Her visage seemed to brighten at his inquiry. "It was my friend from university's idea. We both loved nature and flowers, so decided to built a business. A flower shop."

He only nodded in response, entirely caught up in the way her blush made her skin glow healthily and her eyes light up. She could, Inuyasha admitted to himself, be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

"So, what are you doing here? I mean, besides buying a two years supply of instant noodles?" She smiled again, to take the insult out of the casual tease.

Just as Inuyasha opened his mouth to answer, another person arrived, a completely innocent expression on his face that belied the superiority complex the kid really had. He casually walked up to the individual he had his eyes set on, coming to a stop in front of Inuyasha. Taking as much time as possible, the brat pulled a little blue and white package from behind his back for all to see and peered innocently up at his 'babysitter.' "Are these the pills you wanted me to get, Mr. Yasha?"

Inuyasha instantly paled. In the boy's hands, displayed easily for Kagome to see, was…. He gulped.

Viagra.

"Gimme that!" The silver haired man snatched the packet out of Kano's hands and proceeded to shove it behind the Campbell tomato soup cans on the shelf beside him, all the while trying to ignore Kagome's obvious bemusement. He felt his cheeks burn up in anger and embarrassment. Thanks to the damn kid, she probably thought he had issues getting Little Inu up and running.

Fuck!

Avoiding the flower shop owner's gaze, Inuyasha glanced down at his Rolex and almost shouted in relief when the watch told him he had ten minutes to get the brat home. He grabbed Kano's hand, holding on stubbornly when the boy struggled against his grip. "I've got to get him home to his mom," Inuyasha explained, glaring at the said boy.

"Ah, I see," Kagome answered, clearing her throat to help dissipate the awkward tension that seemed to fill the space between them. "Ai and I have to get going, too. Right, honey?"

"Right, mommy! See you tomorrow, Kano, Mr. Yasha!"

Inuyasha managed to grunt a parting word while Kano smiled politely at both girls and waved goodbye like a good little boy should. The older man resisted the urge to lift the conniving brat up by his arm and dangle him from the nearest ceiling sign as they walked to the check out.

/-

"I'm home!"

Inuyasha winced at the boy's zealous exclamation, moving to get out of his parked vehicle. Kano surprised him by literally ripping open the passenger's door (the last time he insisted Inuyasha open the 'too heavy' door for him) and running for the front door, shouting all the while, "Mom! Mom! I'm home!"

After closing the door Kano left open, Inuyasha made his way to the modest little home that the brat was currently trying to knock the door down to get into, still bellowing in the not-so-reserved manner he hadn't shown all day.

Just as he stepped onto the porch, the front door opened and out stepped a woman in her early thirties. Fine, long, black hair fell in waves down to her shoulders, framing a small face with a very generous, pouty mouth. She wore nothing but a thin robe, and by the way she glanced at him, Inuyasha guessed it was all for him.

Her son, Kano, beamed up at her. "Mom! I'm home!" He rushed forwards to hug her legs –

But a hand on his head stopped him. Dejectedly, Kano looked up into his mother's face, only to see her gaze fixed solely on his babysitter. "I see that. Why don't you go inside? I think it's your bed time."

Kano's lower lip trembled dangerously and his eyes watered. He wanted to scream, wanted to stomp his foot angrily. It wasn't even dark yet! And his tummy hurt! But his mom wouldn't like that. So instead of causing a scene, Kano nodded silently and disappeared through the door, once again surprising his babysitter.

"I hope he wasn't too much of a problem." Inuyasha returned his gaze to the boy's mother, shrugging indifferently. Moving closer, she mumbled, "He doesn't take too well to other grown men."

Inuyasha nearly let the incredulous thoughts in his mind show on his face. By the way she said it, Kano's mother had absolutely no idea as to why her son acted that way. Inuyasha was willing to bet the brat acted that way due to an absent father figure, which was obvious when the mother first phoned up the kindergarten classroom and flirted with him when she didn't even know his name. She was one that lived off one-night stands, not commitment. Usually Inuyasha was up to a little fun – and he could tell by her heated gaze as she moved into his personal space that she was – but after running into Kagome at the supermarket….

Little Inu just wasn't up for it tonight.

"Oh my." Kano's mother reached up and boldly stroked a lock of his silver mane. "You're just as gorgeous as your voice is."

He felt his stomach twist sickeningly at her proximity, where he could easily smell the cigarettes and see the stains on her teeth. Not to mention the deep wrinkles surrounding her mouth, covered (or at least attempted) by foundation. But he forced himself to stay in place. He didn't just waste the last couple of hours of his life babysitting to go back to his brother's apartment with a warm feeling in his gut.

Hell, no! A part of him shouted. You wanted to get laid, buddy, so enjoy yourself.

Right, right. He was there to get laid. It had been over two goddamn weeks!

A new record for him.

So when Kano's mother pressed her foul mouth to his and instantly started assaulting his lips with her teeth and pointy tongue, Inuyasha forced himself to relax and to react. He closed his eyes and thought of soft-smelling females, gorgeous ones with long, black hair and glittering blue eyes….

Okay, so he was thinking of Kagome? So what? If it got him through the next activity he was about to engage in, then what the hell?

Except that it wasn't working. The hard grabs the woman in his arms made at his shoulders, arms, and ass didn't correspond with the image of the beautiful woman in his mind. Nor did her grunting, in that matter. And even if he tried to conjure up memories of Kagome's scent (he had only caught little whiffs, as she had been too far away to actually sniff), the mother in his arms' heady aroma ruined the effect.

She just wasn't the one he wanted.

And it became extremely apparent when Kano's mother moved her mouth down to attack his neck, and literarily grabbed his crotch.

He tensed up instantaneously and pushed her form away from him. That last snatch had hurt more than he wanted to admit, as Little Inu was as soft as if Inuyasha had been thinking of something as nonsexual as fluffy, white bunnies hopping through a grassy field.

Not anything he'd ever do willingly.

"Listen," he started, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose, completely ignoring the rejection that shone in her eyes, much the same expression her son had had just moments before. "I've got this massive headache. Why don't we do this another time?"

She only nodded silently in response, not making any move to give him more space.

Inuyasha walked around her and headed towards his Porsche, internally thankful she hadn't made a scene back there. It was obvious he wasn't going to get together with her again, and even though he'd said it, he didn't leave her with any illusions by giving her his personal number. It was just an easy way to put an end to something he really didn't want to get into.

Shit! Inuyasha slid into his car and slammed the door shut behind him. He hadn't ever (well, not that he remembered) refused sex before in his life. Fuck, the ache wasn't going away, and it was getting worse.

'Cause now it had a fucking face: Kagome Higurashi.

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