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Break (Part V)
Kagome walked into the kitchen, her senses immediately picking up on Uryuu's aggravation.
Humming softly to herself, she set about making a snack, barely repressing a laugh as she felt her cousin glaring at her back.
After he'd finally gotten enough brain cells working again after the display he'd seen, he'd come in after her in an embarrassed rage. Apparently, he didn't much like being witness to what he called a horrifying display of anyone related to him getting cozy to Kurosaki.
"Good afternoon," she chirped.
"What's good about it? I'm going to have nightmares for weeks," he groaned.
"You'll get over it."
"Why Ichigo? There are plenty of people around here who aren't Shinigami."
"Maybe, but what fun would that be?" she asked, pulling down a candy bar. "Besides, I'm a Shinigami, sort of."
"You're family," he argued.
"Awe, I feel loved," she laughed. "I take it Shippo went out already?"
"Yeah. Speaking of which, I'd better be going. Can I trust you won't burn my house down while I'm at the hospital tonight?" he asked, standing up.
"I plan on being low-key, tonight. I'll be in the city anyways, hopefully for a good portion of the night."
He just groaned again before he left.
With nothing better to do while she waited, Kagome took to lounging in the living room and staring mindlessly at the show playing.
She was snapped out of it when a knock came at the door, and quickly got up to answer it. She was amazed at how fast the day had slipped by and darkness had settled in as she headed for the door. And her heart started to race as soon as she did.
Ichigo stood outside, dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans that had her brain burning, right along with her face. She blushed even more when she realized his eyes were slowly crawling up from her legs, and he appeared to greatly approve of what he saw.
Because of her motto to always be prepared, Kagome had brought along the one dress she owned with her, in case she decided to treat herself and Shippo while she was in Karakura. It was a small, black thing that fit her like a glove, and accentuated her best… assets. And he seemed to enjoy it immensely.
When his eyes locked with hers, he had a huge grin.
"Well, now, maybe we should stay in," he laughed.
"Oh, no. A bet's a bet," she managed to force out before pushing him out the doorway and locking Uryuu's house behind her.
"I'm starting to think losing wasn't so bad after all," he laughed as he led her to a small, black sedan.
They quickly headed out of Karakura, Kagome blushing the entire time. She was only vaguely worried about how much more attention he was paying to her than the road, but she supposed that it was fine, since most traffic was in the main city, and not where they were driving.
"So, where are we going?"
"I figured dinner will be good. Maybe a club, if you're up to it?"
"Uh… We'll see. I'm not exactly the party starting type, you know?"
"Well, I dunno. You could start plenty as long as you're wearing that," he said, grinning from ear to ear.
Blushing, she averted her eyes to the scenery passing her window. As they drove further into Tokyo, she became more and more aware of his burning gaze every time they stopped, her blush getting worse by the second.
Finally, they pulled up in front of a small, homey-looking diner. Before she even realized they'd reached their destination, Ichigo was out of the car and opening her door, his grin even bigger than before.
For a Saturday night, the restaurant was surprisingly uncrowded, and they were seated in impressive time. After giving their orders, they both got relaxed in the small booth, a comfortable silence taking hold for several moments.
"I feel kinda' bad for Uryuu," Ichigo finally laughed.
"He'll get over it. Eventually. Probably," she shrugged, grinning.
"Didn't take you for an exhibitionist. I think you nearly gave him a heart attack."
"I'm not an exhibitionist," she argued, blushing even harder. "Besides, you had to get something for putting up with me for so long."
"Heh. Trust me, that's no trouble. Especially if you start wearing that when we hang out."
"Is this dress really that amazing? You almost crashed staring at me on the way over here."
"Hmm… Well," he started as his arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her flush against him, "it's a great work of art. Course, that could be because of what's in it, too."
Kagome was positive that his shirt was going to catch fire with her face, as hot as it felt, pressed against his shoulder. She wasn't used to compliments from guys who weren't muscle-headed idiots, and she was pretty sure from the knowing smirk he was currently wearing that it showed.
Luckily, their dinners came then, and she had an excuse to extract herself without looking like she was running away.
Surprisingly, the meal was delicious, and through the entire thing, Ichigo gave her stories of his past much the same as she'd done previously. Except his were funnier, and by the time she finished her meal and they were leaving, she was starting to get lightheaded from laughing so hard.
After he finished his latest story, she finally managed to get some air and weighed her apprehension for clubs with not wanting the date to end while it was so fun. It took her only a brief few instants to come to her decision.
"So," she managed after finally regaining her composure, "about that club."
"Feeling up to it?" he asked, giving her that knowing smirk.
"Yeah. But not for too long… I don't like crowded places too much."
Grinning, he led her to the car, and less than ten minutes later, they were in front of a warehouse, the heavy beats of techno so loud they reached the pair's ears as soon as they got out of the car. Lights flared from the windows, changing colors every few seconds.
Just as they reached a door, Ichigo noticed that Kagome went rigid, her face paling. He didn't understand why, until he heard the screeching.
"Kagome!" three voices rang out in unison.
Seconds later, three women appeared from down the street. They completely ignored Ichigo, grabbing up Kagome like a flock of vultures.
"It's been such a long time!"
"How've you been?"
And so it went, the three firing off question after question without giving the miko any time to actually answer, her expression being one of resignation. Clearly this wasn't the first time something like this happened with the three.
When they finally calmed down, one of them noticed a bemused Ichigo, a frown etching her face.
"Can I help you?" she asked, somewhat rudely.
With a sigh of relief, Kagome slipped past the one that was distracted and stepped up next to him.
"This is Ichigo."
"Ichigo? As in the thug from Karakura?" one of them asked, eyes wide.
"You know this guy!" another gasped.
"Ah, he's not as bad as all that," Kagome laughed.
"Well, sometimes," Ichigo added, smirking and wrapping an arm around her neck.
"He's your boyfriend?"
"Yeah," the miko responded, grinning like an idiot and blushing heavily.
"What is it with you and dangerous guys?" one of them sighed.
"You've got a thing for dangerous guys?" Ichigo asked, barely holding back her laughter.
"It's not like it sounds," she said, blushing brighter.
The three girls locked onto the blush like sharks with fresh blood.
"Are you in love with this guy? Kagome, he's dangerous!" the one that had been calmest exclaimed.
Kagome's entire body blushed, Ichigo's gaze seeming to burn.
"Uh… Hey, is that Hojo?"
The three girls turned, and with a burst of energy, Kagome vanished, so fast that Ichigo's arm hadn't even lowered by the time the girls realized it was a distraction and turned back around.
"Man, she can really run," Ichigo laughed. "If you'll excuse me, ladies."
Before they could react, Ichigo turned and started going after the miko, kicking it into inhuman speeds once he was safely out of sight. It took him all of half a minute to find her resting against a brick building, still bright red.
"Man, you're sexy when you're embarrassed," he quipped, wrapping his arms around her. "Your friends're funny as hell."
"They're pretty aggressive," Kagome muttered.
"Yeah, I got that," he laughed.
"So much for the club. They'll probably station themselves out there all night," she groaned.
"With how fast you are, I doubt they'd spot you."
"It'll be suspicious if I keep giving off pulses like that. I'm not sure how effective Urahara's bracelet really is, when I'm actually using my powers."
"Well, we can always give them a show to make them run away," he quipped, pulling her closer against him.
Her body relaxed immediately, her blush burning brighter and a small sigh escaping her as he did.
"Wouldn't you prefer to keep the show private?" she asked, gasping when she realized what she'd said.
"Hmm… Yeah, I would. I kinda' like havin' you all to myself," he responded, voice getting huskier.
"We should… probably go," Kagome gasped, mustering up an impressive amount of will to separate from him.
Nodding, he moved before she could react and pulled her up into a bridal carry. Seeing her ever-intensifying blush, he gave a huge grin.
"Since you don't want to risk running, I'll do it."
With a small squeak, they were gone. As Kagome had predicted, the girls were standing in front of the club, talking loudly as they stood. To Ichigo's credit, though, he was fast enough that he completely bypassed them without missing a beat, and before the girls knew they were there, the car was pulling away.
The drive was entirely too short, for both of them. Glances passed between the two the entire ride, both getting increasingly warmer the longer they stayed in the car. And when Ichigo parked at his house and escorted her home, Kagome afraid that his hand would light on fire from the heat she felt.
When they came to a stop at Uryuu's house, Ichigo knelt down and initiated a kiss. By the time either pulled up for air, they were beginning to see spots and were panting through grins.
"Damn this was a good night."
Kagome opened the door, pulling him inside with her.
"I'd rather it not end, yet. Uryuu's got some wine, if you're interested. He's at uncle Ryuken's hospital, and Shippo could sleep through a bomb dropping on the house, so we shouldn't be disturbed."
His face beginning to match hers in burning sensations, he simply nodded, following her into the kitchen.
When two glasses were full, they took a seat together on a couch, pressing as together as possible. But when they began to kiss, Kagome's hand tipped, and Ichigo gave a yelp as the cold wine spilled onto his lap.
In a flash, Kagome had a towel and was mumbling apologies as she tried to save face and soak up as much of the wine as possible.
But when she heard a soft moan, she felt her heart skip a beat, feeling something twitching under her ministrations. When she realized what it was, she realized that the heat hadn't been from embarrassment for quite some time that night.
Stopping her salvage operation, she looked up to find Ichigo's face inches from her own, his eyes clouded over and his breathing heavy.
As they kissed, she felt her body burn hotter and hotter, the experience kicking to an all-new high as she felt a hand grasping her breast. When the other hand started copying, Kagome's mind went blank in a red haze…
A/N:
Sorry for the long break in updates. I recently got caught up in drawing, so most of the days I was planning on working on this story went by faster than expected and so it went cold for a while. Hope this and the next few chapters to come will make up for it.
Also, I've got very little experience writing romance, so I'd very much like any thoughts on how I handled it.
