Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Sherlock.

Pairing

: Sherlock x Kagome

Summary

: Subject cannot be obnoxious, ditzy, nosy, or carry any other infuriating trait that may drive a man crazy. Being able to cook is a must. If interested please drop by 221B Baker Street with advertisement in hand.

Case Study
Chapter Two: Moving In

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All she had to do was cook - maybe clean - and pretend to be a girlfriend.

"Let me see that contract."

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Moving was always such a pain.

When she moved from Japan to England, she hadn't been able to bring much without paying an exorbitant fee but what she did bring was a nightmare to move into her small flat. Of course, she had gathered more over time but she didn't realize how much more. With a sigh, she adjusted the two boxes in her arms to the side so she would be able to see the staircase to her new home a little better.

It had definitely been a trek to get here.

She lived on the other side of London and had to take several trains, a bus, and walk several blocks in order to make it to 221B Baker Street.

Kagome began her walk up the stairs, slowly, because goodness knew she was clumsy by nature.

Sherlock wasn't due back for awhile from what she was told but even still – she didn't want to ask for his help.

She was an adult and she could move on her own!

She had made it to the top step before the boxes began to slip from her arms. A loud squeak fell passed her lips as she began to try and get her footing as the boxes tumbled from her grasp and down the stairs while she reached for railing.

Her grasping fingers met air and her wide eyes caught sight of lean, pale fingers before they wrapped around her sleeve and tugged her forward. The momentum pulled her into a pair of warm arms and she was suddenly embraced by a combination of scents – tea, old cigarette smoke, and chemicals.

Heart pounding, Kagome looked up at and met a pair of startling multi colored hues and she offered a quick flash of teeth in thanks as she she was et to rights. That gratefulness quickly turned into dismay as the male before her leaned down and picked up a strappy piece of lace from the floor and tugged it between his fingers.

"What exactly is this used for?" Kagome blanched, fingers reaching for the meager piece of cloth but Sherlock backed away from her, bringing his prize closer for inspection. He pulled it further apart before his eyes filled with dawning understanding and he gazed her, confusion in his voice, "Do you women actually wear these - these little scraps? What is the purpose? Clearly they can't be comfortable and they don't exactly protect from the environment - "

Kagome flushed crimson and she managed to wrestle the underthings from his hands, "They're mine and so it doesn't matter what I use them for!" she squeaked as she began to gather up similar items from the staircase. It would be that box to explode.

"It is my understanding that women wear them for men but you have no beau in your life currently - other than myself - so why all the different colors and patterns and..." he went to help her, grabbing one that looked little more than string, "...types."

She grabbed the other from his hand too and threw it in the box, "For your information women do not wear them solely for men! We also wear them for ourselves! Sometimes a girl just wants to feel pretty!"

Sherlock stood to his full height and he gave her one more curious look, "Women wear these to make themselves feel pretty despite the fact that no one else knows what is being worn under their clothing?" Kagome nodded, her cheeks blushing furiously. "I see." If Kagome thought he would say more on the matter then she was sorely mistaken because the man merely leaned down and began to collect her items before depositing them in the box she now held in her hands.

Yes.

She was embarrassed beyond belief but was thankful for the help.

After all of her underthings had made it safely into the box, Sherlock surprised her by gathering the box from her arms and started walking up the stairs.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she questioned as she grabbed one of the smaller boxes that hadn't opened.

Sherlock didn't stop his ascent on the stairs, "Should I not be helping you move? You technically are my... girlfriend. Distasteful word, girlfriend. It's extremely childish and dull - "

As the man continued to ramble about the word 'girlfriend' and scoff in every which way, Kagome hid a smile.

Maybe this gig wasn't so bad.

Not so far.

At the very least - Sherlock was interesting.

And right now he was helpful.

As she placed the boxes down in her room, he left and when he returned he had his coat in his hands.

"Come. I suppose it is my duty to assist you further in your moving. That is what boyfriends do, correct?"

Kagome gave him a bright smile and led him down the stairs and toward the bus stop.

Sherlock gave a quick look of disgust at the bus station, "You've been taking the bus?"

"And the train!"

Sherlock shook his head and stopped the next cab he saw, "I will not be taking the bus of all things. Completely impractical for moving - all those stops and the speed. Ridiculous. And judging by your face you can't pay for the cab so I will."

As he opened the door and gestured for her to hop in Kagome took an easy breath.

She wasn't alone.

Not anymore.

And for the first time in a long while, she had something to look forward to.

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'Gome Yuki:: I feel that Sherlock would HATE taking the bus. Like hate it. All the stops and people. Yeah - definitely explains all the taxis. Next! Kagome finds out what Sherlock does for work! Thanks for all the reviews and feedback!