A/N: I am so thrilled with the reviews! Keep reading and reviewing, and I'll keep posting. This one is super short but I promise a longer one this weekend!
The Wrong Conclusion
Kagome was mortified. She'd obviously said something that pissed Inuyasha off. He was driving like a madman...mad-demon? And his face was red. She ask him what was wrong but he wouldn't say anything. They had just been talking about having sex. What had she said? She'd asked him about his past sex life.
Oh. Oh shit.
Nobody liked talking about their exes. Obviously he'd had a bad relationship and she'd hit a nerve. Or maybe...ugh, what if he'd had a demon mate and she'd died or something? Kagome shuddered a little bit. She would not like to play second fiddle to a dead demoness who would always remain perfect in Inuyasha's mind. No thank you. Kagome looked down at her wrinkled scrubs and surreptitiously sniffed herself. She was sure she looked slightly better than road kill at the moment, and smelled like it too. She considered the only female demons she'd met-some of her fellow teachers at the school. Sure, they all had concealment spells which dulled their appearance down to a human level, but they were all uncommonly beautiful.
Kagome knew she wasn't going down a particularly productive path when it came to thought processes, but once she'd developed this imaginary competition for Inuyasha's affections, she couldn't stop dwelling on it. Why would Inuyasha be remotely interested in her when he could have the pick of his own kind? Sure, he was only half-demon but she had learned enough to recognize that his human side gave him a kind of scrappiness that almost elevated him above the level of an average demon. He could have any demoness he wanted; why was he barking up her tree? She was frail and clumsy and had below-average looks. She was supposed to have this tremendous pink power to fight evil demons, but apparently all that was required to circumvent that power was a swift blow to the head, like that demoness in the bathroom had done to her. So impressive.
By the time Inuyasha pulled into the parking lot of the school, both he and Kagome were thoroughly disgruntled and angry at one another, although neither one of them knew why. Kagome was mentally berating Inuyasha for leaving her for an imaginary glamorous demon-woman as she opened the car door and attempted to get out and stand up on her own, which turned out to be a bad idea. Her head swam and she barely had time to register the curse from Inuyasha's side of the car before he was there, holding her up with an arm around her waist.
"I've got you," He murmured so softly it was almost like a whisper. Kagome, who had some significant tunnel vision at this point and was having trouble telling up from down, felt it was in her best interest to lean on the hanyou as much as was possible. Inuyasha didn't stumble, but lifted her easily in his arms and kicked the car door shut. He hoisted Kagome up to a better position so she could wrap her arms around his neck.
The imposing imaginary sexy she-demon in Kagome's mind vanished as she laid her head on Inuyasha's shoulder and sighed. She considered herself to be a feminist, but whatever. It felt damn good to be carried and who the fuck cares?
"I'm not mad at you anymore," She mumbled into the collar of his T-shirt.
"Keh. I was the one who was mad at you," Inuyasha said grumpily, although his hold on her tightened.
"Why?" Kagome asked, as Inuyasha backed them into the doors of the school.
"I'll tell you later." He said simply.