You know the drill - not my characters, but Rumiko Takahashis. Story is mine, however.
Driving home was a nightmare. Or, it seemed like one at least. She knew exactly what she would be finding in her house; a devastated and screaming middle-aged mom, possibly the entire police force – maybe even the S.W.A.T-team – and a heavy lock on her bedroom door when her mom was sure she was okay. That was what Kagome wanted to believe at least. Somehow she had the idea that her mom wouldn't have cared that much – maybe a few tears and questions like 'why'. Who knew; her mom was maybe busy renting out her room right now.
Nightmare it was. Especially when it was Sesshomaru driving. Somehow she had imagined him to be more sensible than most in everything he did – driving was clearly not one of them.
"Sesshomaru?" she asked, gripping the safety handle on the roof tightly. She stared straight forward at the fast flying traffic, not really daring to close her eyes in fear of the car losing control.
It took a while before an irritated, "What?" was heard from her companion. Because of his unusual hair and markings in his face – and his claws – he was wearing a large hat, makeup and gloves. The hat seemed like it held pillows instead of hair, but at least no one could see his slightly pointed ears and long, silky white hair. The makeup almost made him look… human. Oh, how he would torture her if she said anything about it. Instinctively she gripped the handle even tighter.
"Where the heck did you get a driver's license?"
He glanced at her for the whole time of ten seconds, causing Kagome the twitch unconsciously. Then he returned his attention to the road. "Did it not occur to you that this one was alive when the first car was invented?" Sesshomaru smirked. "I can simply not understand how slow you humans are; I could run faster than these people!"
"Well, technically you are a werewolf so of course you're fast," she said nervously. "Besides – this is a cramped district. You know, kids in almost every house, grandparents and so one. That is why everyone goes so slowly, because they don't want to have a child's death on their mind."
Sesshomaru shot her a dry look, but didn't comment. Soon Kagome could see the houses outside starting to transform into actual houses and not just the blur of movement. Letting out a deep breath she let go of the handle, her hand shaking slightly. "Thank you."
"Don't get any ideas," Sesshomaru huffed, taking a swift corner. "I am only thinking of the little human children which has no sense whatsoever of which side of the road to walk on. I want to avoid unnecessary bloodshed for one night at least."
Kagome didn't really like the sound of that, but she refrained from commenting. Instead she focused on the sun which had seemed light-years away from her these past few days. Being in Sesshomaru's and InuYasha's house had been kind of suffocating, messy and dark, so the sun was a welcome caress on her skin. Closing her eyes she smiled a little. Sure, it had been a pain in that house; but she had learned so much more! Who would have thought that fantasy creatures was real, living in the same world as her? Sesshomaru was a jerk who couldn't succumb to feelings, but he was a considerate jerk if the tale about the young InuYasha was any proof at all. And InuYasha… was a dumbass jerk.
On the sidewalk she saw a mother walking hand in hand with a little child who couldn't have been more than five years. The little boy said something to his mother and she smiled down at him. Kagome frowned and looked down in her lap. Yes, InuYasha was a dumbass jerk, but he was her dumbass jerk. She hadn't known him for more than a few days, but already he was an important friend to her. Hadn't he been there for her when her own mom wasn't…
Suddenly something collided with the car's front, sending it spinning around one, two times before finally landing on its side. Kagome screamed all the while, but her voice broke as the car hit the ground. If it had not been for her seatbelt – that she had been checking regularly – she would have been halfway out the windshield.
Coughing from the force her belt had when saving her, she felt around herself for the buckle, while at the same time trying to determine what just had happened. She hadn't seen anything before them, and the window she had been looking out through hadn't had a car moving towards them, right? Or had there been one, but she hadn't seen it in time? Or was it the aliens, finally deciding to take over the Earth? Shaking her head slightly in a vast attempt at getting rid of such ridiculous thoughts, Kagome hissed. Damn, her head hurt! Had she hit it somehow?
Finally finding the damn buckle Kagome unlocked herself, but realized too late that she was falling straight down, twisting as her clothing and limbs got caught in the seatbelt and the gear shift. Just when she thought she would hurt herself even more – presumably at the floor aka driver's door – she fell against something solid. Solid, but still soft. Groaning she propped a hand on the soft material and pushed herself up, before she gasped out.
"Sesshomaru!" she croaked, rocking the werewolf's shoulder. He didn't move. Kagome continued calling his name, and shaking his shoulder more violently, but the normally stoic and human-hating man didn't react at the action. "Sesshomaru, please! Can you hear me?"
Freeing herself from the seatbelt around her elbow and her leg from the gear shift, she raised her head as high as she could. "Hello? Can anybody hear me? Call an ambulance, please!"
A heavy thunk and the car moved slightly before stilling again. Kagome felt something stick on the hand she had been shaking Sesshomaru with, but she didn't dare look down at what it was. "Hello? Please, help me!"
Suddenly the sun that had been shining through her window turned dark as a handsome male peeked into it. Furrowed eyebrows and large dark eyes glared down at her. Some hair spilled down and splashed out onto the window that was still intact on her side. Then he smirked.
"Hey, Manten!" he called. A dark voice, but Kagome was sure he couldn't be much older than her or InuYasha. Then she almost laughed at herself; of course, InuYasha was more or less over 150 years old.
"What is it, brother?" Another male, not too far away answered. Equal dark voice, but it sounded more subdued somehow.
"We have a survivor; a girl!" the longhaired boy shouted, all the while smirking down at her. Kagome felt relief wash over her; this boy would surely save her and Sesshomaru. He and his brother – Manten was it? – would help them; get Sesshomaru and her to a hospital.
"Please," she whispered now, her alien voice losing strength. "Help us."
"Well, of course we will. Little girl lost, poor you." He made pouting faces at her and tilted his head this way and that.
"Is she there, brother Hiten?" the other male asked, closer this time. Hiten smirked in response to his brother.
"Yeah, and I must say – not a bad catch." Hiten said, suddenly disappearing from the window.
Kagome frowned as she tried to comprehend what he had said – 'little girl lost', 'not a bad catch' – but it was just swirling around in her head. All she knew was that right now there were two guys here who could help her, but that the savior had disappeared. In panic she tried to get to the window, but something suddenly grabbed her wrist and held her firmly in place. Startled she jumped and was about to shout again, when a familiar voice spoke to her.
"Pretend to have passed out. Quickly," came Sesshomaru's whispered tone. His clawed hand was less damaged than she had thought, and as she watched she saw a tiny cut on his throat slowly healing. Now, that was freaky. She obeyed, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Why am I doing this? Aren't they trying to help us?" she whispered back, slowly counting his breathing. Slow intake, slow outtake – perfect simulation of someone fast asleep.
"Harpies," was all he managed to say before the passenger door burst open and a toad looking creature with a balding head peeked in.
