Ch.2: Only Chance

I sighed, clutching my arm as casually as possible without drawing attention and trying to slow the blood flow. I was relieved when I reached my empty street, empty because this was a dangerous street. Imagine my shock when I saw a demon outside my apartment. I stopped.

Long silver hair that brushed against his white studded belt with two dog ears perched ontop his head. He wore a bright red shirt with yellow letters that I couldn't read from this distance with dark blue jeans and white tennis shoes. He was sitting on the curb, tapping his foot impatiently as his golden eyes looked up the street, away from me.

I slowly reached under my baggy sweater, grabbing hold of the throwing knife I kept just in case. A dog demon would hear my footsteps if I came any closer but I only had one throwing knife with me. I'd have to concentrate if I don't want to cause a fight close hand, especially in this place where a human would come out of their houses any minute now. I pulled out the knife and quickly throwing it, watching it flip in the air towards the demon. I held my breath.

I blanched when he- without looking up- lifted his hand and caught the blade between two fingers, the knife an inch away from his head. He looked at it thoughtfully before looking straight at me, "Who are you?" he asked casually, like his life wasn't just threatened.

I gritted my teeth and shoved my hands in my pockets, tightly grabbing my sword. I didn't want another fight with a wound but it looks like fate was against me today.

When I didn't answer, he sighed in irritation, "Look, I'm busy right now so go along and play with dangerous weapons else where, okay?"

I pulled out my hilt roughly- noting the way his eyes narrowed at my weapon. Just because I was the youngest demon slayer doesn't mean he could treat me like a little kid. "You'll regret that, demon," I said before running at him with my sacred sword ready.

I was surprised with his speed. He quickly got up and jumped out of the way of my sword, smirking. I scowled, raising my blade and storing spiritual energy into it, ready for another purifying slash.

Keeping the smirk on his face, he rushed at me, close to the ground as I started to bring it down and knocked the air out of me by elbowing me in the stomach, making my attack stop mid-swing.

I gasped for air as I quickly backed away from him, holding my sword defensively.

He chuckled lightly, "You aren't trained as well as others," he said, nodding at my sword, "It's powerful but if you take a few more hits it'll be useless when you lose your concentration."

My lips parted slightly. How on earth does he know my sword's limits? He's right, however, and I have to beat him before he could get another hit at me.

His smirk grew wider, as if he knew what I was thinking. He looked thoughtful for a moment before rushing at me with his inhuman speed again.

This time I was prepared, I quickly brought my sword down but he evaded it and somehow ended behind me, holding my wrist with the sword up and his other hand made mine go behind my back. I heard him chuckle again before I felt his hot breath against my ear.

"Is that all you got?"

I screwed my eyes closed after hearing him mutter a few curses, "If you're gonna kill me, get it over with," I spat.

"I wish we had more time to know each other," he muttered and a sharp pain on the back of my head knocked me off balance and I hit the floor, seeing a black car pull up on the curb before I lost consciencness.

My sense of touch felt fuzzy and the smell of sweet tea reached my nose. I could vaguely hear the demon I fought with earlier. He sounded like he was talking to himself.

"Yeah, well something happened and I'm gonna have to reschedule," he sounded annoyed. After a moment he spoke again with laughter, "Let's just say a demoness caught me off guard."

Demoness? I struggled to open my eyes to look around.

"I'll talk to you later," he said and the sound of a phone hanging up on the base as his footsteps come closer until they came to a stop next to me, "Hey, are you awake yet?"

I opened my eyes slightly, blinking to focus. I stared at the yellow ceiling above me and found out I was laying down on a dark leather sofa.

"You might have a huge headache," he said, "You hit your head on the cement pretty hard."

I moved my head to see that he was sitting in a wooden chair with an amused expression as he stared at me. "Wh-" my voice sounded raspy and I cleared it, "Where am I?" I tried to sound demanding but it came out weak.

He reached out to grab a cup off the small coffee table in front of the sofa I was on and offered it to me, "My apartment," he answered simply as I sat up to take a drink of the tea. "I hope you know that you made me miss my ride."

"You're a demon," I said untrustingly.

"And you're human but I hardly think that has anything to do with anything," he replied sarcastically.

I reached for my pocket only to find that my sweater was off and gone as well as my weapons. I was wearing my green sailor school uniform with my shoes missing. I also found that my wound was cleaned and bandaged up.

"You'd think I'd let you have your weapons after you tried to attack me?" he shook his head, "That was reckless, kagome, you should know better than to charge into battle with a wound like that, especially with someone like me."

"How do you know my name?" I brought my knees close to my chest, trying to stay as far away from him as the sofa allowed.

He rolled his eyes and stood up. I watched him as he grabbed a clipboard off a desk and cleared his throat as he flipped through many pages until he found the one he was looking for. "Kagome Higurashi, Age: 18, Height: 5'7, Weight:119, Birthday: January 15, Education: Shikon High School..."

I stared in amazement as he read off my information, even information I didn't know, like my weak points in fighting.

His brows raised and glanced up at me for a moment, "Joined as a demon slayer at age 14, huh? that's pretty impressive."

I pursed my lips, "What are you? a stalker?"

He grinned, showing two pointed fangs with a perfect white smile, "You only wish, princess, unfortunately I don't have the time to watch pretty girls."

I felt heat raise up to my cheeks and looked away, mentally scowling. "What kind of person would keep that kind of info on me?"

He sat back down in his chair, looking over his clip board, "The kind of person who keeps track of his demon slayers."

"A demon," I replied curtly, folding my arms across my chest.

"We went over this, remember?" a corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile.

I glared at him, "Who are you?"

"I would be what you call," he stood up, looking down on me with confident golden eyes, "Your Boss."