Chapter 12

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Third Month

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She wiped the sweat from her brow as she observed her handy work. It took some time but Kagome had finally managed to get the shop cleaned up. Golden Week was here and the area was busier as ever with tourists arriving for the holidays and nice weather. The shop was doing very good business and she thanked the heavens for Inuyasha's help. With his harsh way of speaking, everyone was always surprised to find he could speak different languages. During tourist seasons it was a relief to both the customers and herself.

Inuyasha walked out from the back of the shop. His white hair was pulled into a ponytail to keep off his neck. The light blue t-shirt with the shop's logo stuck to him from the sweat and his khaki shorts were dirtied with soil.

Kagome flashed him a smile and offered him a towel. "Thank you for your hard work today. Sorry it was just the two of us."

He took it and began to wipe at his face and arms. "It would be easier of it wasn't so freaken hot..." In an attempt to cool off he flapped his t-shirt up and down to circulate air to his upper half. In the process it showed off his sculpted stomach muscles.

"Oh." A female voice admired.

Turning around Kagome noticed two female customers fawning over Inuyasha. She often forgot how popular he was...until he opened his mouth that is.

"I'll get another fan than to get more air moving around." They couldn't turn the temperature down because of the flowers and not to mention it was expensive during spring and summer months.

As she contemplated their budget in her head a large hand fell on her shoulder. She peered over to see Inuyasha studying her with a serious expression.

"What's wrong? Do I have dirt on my face?" Kagome inquired.

Inuyasha kept her gaze before just sighing and removing his hand; choosing to instead cross his arms. "Nothing. You feel fine right?"

"Hm? Yeah, I feel pretty energized today." She held her arm up to flex.

He smirked. "Take a break muscles, I'll man the front." He walked past her and across the tiled floor to were the last two customers were.

Somehow he wasn't acting the same. She had expected him to complain more about the heat or make fun of her for the lack of obvious muscle. Well whatever was going on with him, she hoped he would talk to her about it soon.

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A/N: Update.