The night was still on his skin. It never left it. He couldn't remember life before her all of a sudden, and it was strange because he hardly knew the girl. But according to his heart she was everything he needed right then. "Sleep well?" that voice called to him from the doorway of the hotel room. He smiled and scratched his head, nodding and yawning all at once. She was even beautiful in the harsh morning light. She still had that smirk plastered on her face. "Hope you like Belgium waffles." She began, setting the tray of food down on the Egyptian cotton sheets. It was sterling silver. He had to chuckle. "Love them." He said humoring her. They sat down across from each other on the bed and ate the pretentious food together. And he wondered how food could ever taste so good. "This is nice." He admitted despite himself. He never usually ate breakfast with people he hooked up with. But she wasn't just a person. Kagome smiled. "'Yeah, room service here is phenomenal." She joked lightly. The silence was nice too. It wasn't the awkward kind that hung heavy between two people that hardly knew each other. It was good, and peaceful. And when they laid together and just talked. That was nice too. He never connected with another human being on that level before. So easily. It was just so easy with her. And that got lost from everyone. He taught her how to utilize the ignore button on her cellphone, and she showed him how to roll a perfect blunt. It was without a doubt true love. But Monday morning had to roll around and fuck everything up.
"Shit." Inuyasha muttered groggily, looking picking up his cellphone realizing what time and day it was. Back to reality. "Shit. Shit. Shit." He muttered again, making his soul mate stir. "What's the matter?" she asked casually, sitting up not the least bit disturbed by the time or day like he was. "I'm late for class." He said shortly rummaging around the room for his clothes. He'd been naked for the past three days. "So what?" Kagome countered insensitively. That was definitely not a concern of hers, Inuyasha imagined. But he had to maintain at least a c average to keep his scholarship. And it made it kind of hard to do that if he wasn't in class. He brushed off her comment. "Shit, 30 missed calls. Fuck." All from the same three people; Miroku, Koga, and his mother. All asking if he was dead. "Do you need a ride?" she asked sensing his distress. And with that they headed out of the room, and to his amazement to her cherry red luxury sports car. He gave himself a little time to marvel, as they sped out of the parking lot recklessly. "You're a fucking life saver Kagome." He praised her as they pulled up to his school's campus. "What flavor?" she asked pulling off her aviators. He chuckled. She leaned in for a kiss, but her car phone interrupted them. "Hello?" she asked warily as if she knew what she was in for. "Kagome! Where the fuck have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you for the past few fucking days." The stern voice hollered at her marred with slight concern for her wellbeing. "Sorry Naraku, I've just been off the radar for a bit." She apologized playing with the ends of her hair. "Bullshit. Don't try to pull that bogus meditation shit on me. There's pictures of you at the dive all over the blogs." He accused sharply. She looked over at Inuyasha and smiled apologetically. "I know. I just needed a break. A fun night out you know. " she said quietly. "Well next time let me know okay. You completely flaked on your photo shoot, and that reflects badly on me." He continued to badger her. "I'm sorry. You can re schedule it right?" she asked innocently enough. "Of course I can. They want you. They asked for you specifically. Just don't flake on me again or I'm done with you." He threatened her emptily. "Good. Love you. You're the best manager slash agent slash awesome guy ever." She joked. "You pay me enough." He concluded before hanging up with her. "Sorry about that." She apologized giving him that tempting look again. Maybe she didn't know about it. He smiled. "It's cool. You're a model? Maybe that's why I recognized you." He came to the conclusion on his own. Kagome laughed awkwardly. "Yeah. That's it." She said briefly. He smiled wider. "Vogue and stuff right?" he asked peering into her eyes. She smirked. "I think you're late for class. No?" she countered. He got out of the car realizing this again. "I'll call you. Because I still have your boxers." She promised with a devious grin on her face. "I can't wait." He said honestly before he watched her speed away.
"Where the fuck have you been man?" Miroku started on him first thing after he managed to slip into philosophy undetected. Their conversation was hushed. "Just hanging out." He said coolly unable to mask his satisfied grin. "You fucking bailed on us, and your mom was about to call the national guard. Three fucking days." He reminded him firmly. "Three fucking amazing days." He smiled boastingly. "She better be worth it." Miroku threatened re focusing on the professors lecture. "Trust me. She definitely is." He assured him.
