Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-yasha.
Boys Girls and Demons
By vxdsg
Chapter 03
"So we'll see you at the Bronz?"
"Yep. See you guys then!" I called out to Mayru as I headed off back home. The Bronz is a night club me and my friends sometimes hang out at, the only problem is yeah, we're all underage, but so what! No one obeys that rule anymore, and I never drink anyway. I know the general rules about drinks at clubs and other night-life assortments.
1, Don't accept drinks that are prepaid for by some anonymous person-probably drugged, for reasons which would scar little children should I say.
2, Don't take a drink from anyone but the bartender-the least likely person to drug you, plus you can sit at the bar and watch him like a hawk while he pours your drink so you can make sure there's nothing weird in it.
3, Don't drink more than a glass or two, otherwise you won't need to be drugged to be taken advantage of.
I think that covers them all though, yep.
The wind suddenly picked up and that guy, that hanyou that bit me was standing there. I kid you not, the same hanyou which I had thought was still bound up and pinned to the training room wall in my house was standing here, looking just hunky doory too.
I froze and looked at him for a second. After all, what was he doing here? If he did get loose wouldn't he go someplace else? I thought panicking a little. Okay, stay calm, if he does anything hit him and run… you can do it, Kagome!
"I'm not here to kill you," he said after a minute seeing me tense to run. Crud, I was too obvious. But at least he says he isn't here to kill me, that and he doesn't look like it. His arms are folded over his chest and he looks more sulky than angry or murderous.
He doesn't look normal, but he's wearing modern clothes at least. I reached into my bag, have to do something about those ears in case someone walks by, and handed one of my longer kerchiefs to him. It was something my mother always used to pack me so I still do it, though I may not need it. Today I did, so yeah.
"What?" he asked me looking at the kerchief then back at me.
"Your ears. They aren't normal, you can wear this like a bandana to hide them," I told him. He took it after a minute and put it on. He looked a little odd-since the kerchief was red and his outfit was black-but the ears weren't noticeable and at least he looks moderately human. I bet he wouldn't consent to getting his hair cut but who knows, maybe it'll become a trend. Upon closer study of his clothes I found something both surprising and horrible…
"Those are my clothes…" I said suddenly recognizing the outfit. It was my black leather stuff my mom, Souta, and Grandpa weren't supposed to know about, too. "What are you doing with them?"
"Your family didn't see me when I left," he said as if reading my thoughts; of course the look on my face was probably pretty obvious to read.
"Okay…" I said slowly, still annoyed he was wearing them at all. "You are planning to return them…?" I stated more than asked, with a glare. He shrugged and followed me as I started home. I hadn't been thinking to clearly through my agitation though since my mom was in the kitchen when we got home and started asking questions.
"Kagome? What's he doing here? Where'd he get those clothes? He isn't dangerous anymore?" she asked confused talking a mile a minute, both Souta-who had come home from school already-and Grandpa looking up to see us two.
"Um… no he isn't dangerous… I guess… and…" I started slowly and cautiously, "I got these clothes for him at B-mart."
"Oh, are you sure that's okay?" she asked frowning at the hanyou.
"Yeah…" I said slowly as I started upstairs for my room, the hanyou followed me. My mom and grandpa looked after us questioningly but didn't press matters further, though mom looked like she wanted to say something.
"Okay, take 'em off." I ordered him after I closed the door to my room.
"What?" he asked bristling at me. I got down on the floor and found his old clothes shoved underneath my bed and tossed them at him.
"I didn't say, 'get naked' I want my clothes back," I told him plainly.
"But you told your mom these clothes you got for me," he said narrowing his eyes dumping his old clothes back on the floor and kicked them under my bed again.
"I'll go and buy you some T-shirts and jeans later," I said as I got his clothes out again and shoved them at him forcefully, making sure he took them. "Now give me back my clothes or I'll call Grandpa up here to put a spell on you, because you're being bad, so I can do it myself."
He glared at me but obeyed changing back into his red kimono thingie. I took the clothes he had been wearing of mine and hid them away securely in the very back of my closet inside a box, inside of a box, inside of a box, inside of a box. He'll never find it. Mwahaha!
"But your mom doesn't know about those clothes, right?" he asked with a smirk. I glared back at him, was he seriously trying to black mail me?
He just smirked and held out his hand motioning to get handed back my leather clothes. Oh no, no way! "If you like black leather so much, I'll get you an outfit with it later…"
"Fine," he shrugged, "But until then, I'd appreciate that other one now."
And right after I washed it!! That jerk!!
I have three of them, thank gosh. He's still wearing the one, and I'm wearing one of the others. I finished my homework a few hours ago after dinner-it's like 9:30 something now.
So the hanyou may as well be part of the family, I guess. No one acknowledges him but whatever.
Sneaking out my bedroom window used to be tough, but not so much anymore, I can do it now without so much as scratching my leather outfit. The three outfits though, only one has pants, he took that one, so yeah I'm wearing a skirt; I wanted to wear pants but whatever.
It's weird but after watching him wear them all through dinner and such, I have to admit they actually look really good on him, even if they're girl's type wear. It just makes him extra hot. Yes, I am-sort of, but not really-admitting he's hot. Meh! So sue me, I've permanently given up on getting that outfit back, I'll have to find another pair of leather pants later.
I drop to the ground and start off down the long walkway out of the shrine and start downtown, I can never wear nice shoes unless it's not a far walk.
Looking around though… hm. Ever get that unreasonable feeling that you're being watched when you're probably not? I got that feeling right now, and it's kind of creepy… Oh well.
Okay, I promised to meet my friends, Kiki and Mayru tonight at ten, I'll have plenty of time to get to the club, and hopefully I won't have many problems getting there. For some reason a lot of people like to question young high school girls walking alone at night wearing leather, it's so sad.
"Hey, Kagome."
"Hey Miro," I greeted with a grin as I spotted the dark-haired youth walking nearby on the same street, "sneak out okay?"
He snorted, "I don't have that kind of thrill with my family, all I have to do is say 'I've got a date' they believe me and I head out."
"Aw, you sound bitter," I noted aloud. He really did, poor Miro's got such low self-esteem sometimes, that or he just likes pity, but I doubt it's the latter. "It's okay, you're still young, there'll be plenty of dating for you eventually."
"Keyword being 'eventually'." He said shaking his head. "What about you, had any difficulty getting out of the house?"
I bit my lip, no, not problems in getting out of the house, but I've definitely been having problems with a new occupant of my, and I stress MY, house. "Nope. I am an official master of escaping my bedroom undetected now." That's right, the I'm-being-watched feeling is just a figment of my imagination… of course I was undetected! It's just one of those random things!
I think he noted that I paused, but he didn't press. "Did something happen earlier then? You sound sort of cogitative about something bothering you."
Well he didn't press right away…
"Nope," I shrug, easier to brush it off now, "just thinking about my little brother and his table manners at dinner."
"It's nice to have siblings," he said with a small chuckle at my agitated words. Feigned of course, I'm a master of lying through my teeth as well… maybe that's something I shouldn't be proud of… but it gets me out of tight spots, and I only tell white lies I swear!
We reached the club a little after that, Kiki and Mayru called us up, our table was upstairs. Hojo and the guys were all already there.
"Hey everyone, hope we didn't keep you waiting too long," I said with a grin as I sat down, and Miro did the same.
"Nope, we just ordered, when the waiter comes back you can give him your order too," Kiki told me, I nodded, that was cool.
Looking at everyone and thinking on it, I really just have a pretty small group of friends, Miro, Hojo, two of his friends whose names I had to write down somewhere but still managed to forget what they were, Kiki and Mayru. Including me that's seven of us. Not a bad number actually.
And I don't know why I'm thinking of numbers right now. But it's weird, since I left the house I still feel like I'm being watched…
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