Kagome's POV
"I'll have you fired in an instant...honey."
"Oh really? What, you're gonna pick me up and lift me outta here? Good luck."
"You just wait."
"Alright, I'll be on my gaurd. You're obviously going to beat me up in some dark alley."
'What a stupid comeback.'
I bit the inside of my cheek, scowling. This Yasha guy...whoever he was...there was something off about him. Not quite...right, aside from the obvious Rapunzel-like hair cascading down his back. He was rude, obnoxious, and the prefect definition of a prick; all qualities I normally attributed to a highschool boy.
Perhaps it was the way his temper would turn on so quickly only to see a look of panic flash on his face and instantly he'd be kind. Maybe it was in the Old Navy shirt he wore, or the way girls would flirt with him and he'd flip them the finger. 'Yeah...propably that,' I guessed.
Even with all that, it wouldn't be enough to get that jerk fired. I needed to do some true detective work. Nobody was going to take my place. Not while I was here.
My fingers clenched tightly around the broomstick, pushing on the floor harder than needed. Being a janitor was definently not my calling.
"No ma'am. You're totally right. I meant you needed to pay three dollars, not ten. Silly me." Yasha's voice sounded tight. Tight to the point where I just waited to watch him snap.
Suprisingly enough he just settled for a tight-lipped smile and handed them back five dollars. I shook my head.
What a very, very confusing boy.
I wiped off the table that used to seat an old man, purposely close to the cash register. There had to be some information on him. There's no way this guy had a crystal-clean record on him. His temper was too short for that to be possible.
I smiled to myself, proud that I had figured this all out in only a few hours.
"Umm...Why are you staring at that crusty piece of brownie with a smile?"
I yelped. Damn...he was already winning. Taking me off gaurd. I glanced down out of habit, my frown deepening when I realized he was right.
"Why are you such a prick? Hm?"
He gave me that infuriating smirk. "Same reason you're a bitch."
I could feel my cheeks getting hotter. This guy...had crossed the line.
"You...you're an asshole! I have a name. My name is Kagome."
Irritatingly enough he didn't even pretend to be offended. His grin only seemed to stretch wider. I opened to my mouth to hurl an insult at him but he did something I wasn't expecting: he glanced down at his watch.
Then, as if he hadn't stomped my ego enough, he walked straight out of the coffee shop.
That little piece of shi-
Just what was his problem?
My eyes darted to the wall clock. 10:24.
Oh. That's why.
But anger was still rushing through my veins. I was more than pumped. I was ready to take that asshole down. This Yasha guy thinks he can take my place? Make fun of me? Turn me into a janitor?
A wicked smile spread across my face.
He had another thing comin'.
With adrenaline circulating through my veins I threw myself into my car. All of this was an unnecessary effort, though, for he was standing around on his phone talking. I glared at him. 'Just get in the car,' I mentally commanded.
After talking for about five more mintutes, probably to his prostitutes I reasoned, he hopped in a pickup truck. I adjusted my mirror as he backed out of the parking space and into the road. Within minutes I was on his heels...he had no idea. I smiled; what was I going to find? I had no idea. All I needed was something, anything, to get him fired. That's it.
Lucky for me, he was a jamming-out kind of guy. He turned up the bass so loud I could hear the car vibrate while he flipped his long mane of black hair back and forth.
I swerved into the other lane unnoticed.
He took a turn, I took a turn. He turned right, I turned right. Then another right. Then another right. Then a left. Then another left. Then another left. I sighed; I had already been traveling for an hour. Just where the heck did he live? In the forest?
My anger having long since worn off, I was just tired. It was too late though...crap...just how the heck was I supposed to get home? I felt like banging my head on the steering wheel but didn't since that would take my eyes off the target. Nice Kagome. Real smooth.
He finally turned into a neighborhood, veering into a small house that looked just a tinge bigger than a shed. I blinked, having expected him to be some rich snob. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I made it.
'I probably look a little suspicious, though,' I thought. Perhaps it would be best to park elsewhere and just walk. I parked into a vacant-looking driveway while he walked into his hut. A small frown etched my features. What if there was nothing wrong with him at all? Damn...
Nonetheless I too hopped out of my car and briskly walked to his house. My sneakers didn't make much noise. He took a moment fumbling around for his keys until he unlocked the door. A little hedge clung to the household.
A light shown above the hedge.
Perfect.
I waited until I heard the door slam shut before crawling my way past the hedges. Chamomile flowers brushed my legs. Yasha liked gardening...? This guy was getting stranger and stranger.
I was able to turn my head from the side of the window to look in. There sat Yasha in a dimly-lit kitchen. A thin, frail-appearing woman with long white hair sat beside him. They seemed to be discussing something, something of which the woman appeared to be sad the entire time. Must be his mom.
He pulled out a couple hundreds. His mother waved it away. From what I could tell Yasha seemed frustrated, judging by him clenching his jaw. But I couldn't hear a thing...
Then his eyes widened. I didn't see his mother mouth anything, however. Weird. All of a sudden he started jogging to the door. Now my eyes widened. Just how did he see me? In a blur his mother's head turned towards me too, like she was searching for me. It was my time to get the hell away.
Frantically I pushed through the hedges, scraping my knees in the process. I stood up to run, sprint really, and felt all the air rush through my head.
Mid-sprint I ran straight into something.
Or, rather, someone.
Bright amber eyes stared at me. My heart was pumping so fast I thought I was about to throw up all over him. How did he see me? His eyes never met mine.
His eyes held no expression. They were just cold. I felt him press his fingers around my neck, but I was too shaky to do anything about it.
"Listen here," he snarled. "I don't know what you know. I don't know why you followed me. But if you know what's good for you, you'll stay the hell away from here. Forever. Got that?"
I weakly nodded. His cold eyes were still etched into mine. I felt like they'd never leave me.
"You...you're a jerk you know that," I spat. "Who do you think you are taking my position!" The words came out without my consent.
He growled.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE FOLLOWING ME?"
I turned away. I had no idea what to say.
Out of nowhere, like an angel, I heard a voice say, "Inuyasha! That's no way to treat your guests. Come inside."
It was his mother.
I shut my eyes in relief. Wait...his name is Inuyasha?
I felt him pull me up in the least gentlest way possible whilst dragging me into his house. We didn't say a word to eachother.
His mother had kind eyes. They were a light, calming green. She guestured towards the chair and I took a seat, feeling what was quite possibly the most awkward feeling I have felt in my life.
She smiled.
"Hi, I'm Inuyasha's mom. My name is Izayoi. What's your name sweetie? Would you like some tea?"
I felt myself smile at the resemblence to my own mother. They were both kind.
"My name is Kagome. And um...sure."
She smiled in return. "Nice to meet you Kagome. I'm sorry about him. He just sometimes has the tendency to lose his temper, that's all."
'You got that right.' I peered over at Yasha. Or was it Inuyasha? Who knew. He had turned away to stare at the floor while Izayoi excused herself to brew some tea.
He finally tore his eyes off the floor to stare at me. He looked so angry, but I found I couldn't look away. Like if I looked away I would miss something, which was really silly considering he wasn't saying a word.
Izayoi came back into the room balancing three cups of tea on a little dish. Everyone took one, sipping on it in silence.
"So tell me Ms. Kagome, are you friends of Inuyasha from work? Or are you a new girlfriend? Sorry I'm a little out of the loop on things."
I nearly spit out my tea.
"No, mom," He answered before I could, "she's from work. She isn't exactly what I'd call...a friend."
"I see."
My cheeks burned from embarrassment. I took another sip of tea. How could I be so stupid following him here? What the hell was I thinking? There wasn't even anything suspicious, it was just a simple little house.
The rest of the tea was sipped in a stony silence. He was staring at me the whole time. Why couldn't he just look away?
"I really should get going Ms. Izayoi. I didn't let my mother know about my whereabouts."
She gasped. "What? Don't be silly! It's way too dark outside for you to drive. Why don't you sleep here?"
"I'm sorry I really should be-"
"Stay here. Inuyasha will go get you some clothes." She stated firmly, adding a smile at the end.
I sighed, defeated. She was right.
Yasha turned and left to go retreat clothes silently, without so much as a glance in my direction. Somehow that was worse than his glaring.
He came back holding a pair of black shorts and a long white t-shirt, throwing it at me. I thanked him so quietly I was almost certain he didn't hear it but he replied with "Whatever."
"Inuyasha, show her to the bathroom."
He pointed down the hallway. Why wasn't he making rude remarks by now?
Curious and confused I followed his direction to the bathroom, quickly slipping into his clothes. They were big and hid most of my curves.
"Now Inuyasha, why don't you be a dear and show Ms. Kagome to her room?"
He did exactly as he was told, stepping out of the chair and guiding me towards a room. The room was oddly spacious for such a small house. Not only that but there was no personality to the room at all.
"There's your bed," he said gruffly.
It was a medium sized bed, with plain tan sheets. I was about to walk towards the bed but he reached out and grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks.
"You got lucky. Consider this your break, you stupid girl."
Oh, so now he shows his anger.
"Oh? I'm the stupid one?"
"Yes!"
"Am not!"
"Are too! I should have you put in jail for stalking me. God, you're an idiot."
"I should have you put in jail for being an asshole."
"That's impossible!"
"You're impossible!"
A loud knock on the door interrupted our argument.
"Shit. Look what you did. Listen you little bitch, you ever come back here again I swear to God I will hack your head off and hang it as a Holloween decoration." He whispered fiercly.
"Inuyasha! Stop having a temper tantrum with that nice young lady!" Izayoi ordered from behind the door.
It was hard to resist the overwhelming urge to laugh, but somehow I did.
I yanked my arm from his grip that started to loosen, and walked over to the bed. I plopped down on it, giving him my best victory smile from across the room. He flipped me the finger.
A yawn crept into my throat. Here I thought I'd be up all night or sneaking out, but I was actually pretty tired. Strangely enough Yasha just sat there.
"Well? Aren't you going to go?"
"Nope. This is my room."
I stared at him with disbelief, to which he smirked.
"You actually expect me to sleep with YOU? No. There's no way."
"Look, Ms. Princess, trust me when I say I wouldn't want to touch you with a ten-foot pole. I'm sleeping on the floor."
I watched him sit completely upright.
"Whatever."
It wasn't until nearly half an hour later that I began to fall asleep. I could still feel his eyes pressing into me; unvoluntarily I shivered. That night I dreampt about those eyes sucking away my soul.
