Series: Inuyasha/Dramatical Murder
Pairing: Kagome/Aoba
Prompt: First meeting after Aoba loses his memories
Aoba could not for the life of him figure out why this woman was glaring at him with such obvious contempt. The last couple of weeks after finally leaving the hospital had been full of odd moments and interactions, but nothing quite like this. This wasn't a thug trying to fight him or people avoiding him with something that appeared to be fear or caution. This was a small woman who looked like she was trying to set him on fire with her thoughts alone.
He stiffened when she finally marched up to him. "What are you up to?" She demanded. "You're never this quiet. I know you're up to something."
"I'm sorry?" Aoba questioned. He honestly had no idea what was going on but got the distinct impression that he knew this woman and maybe, just maybe, not in a great way.
Kagome reared back at the apology and even just the tone of voice. It was softer, unsure, maybe even a little scared. It most definitely wasn't the confident and cocky Sly she knew. But there was absolutely no mistaking Sly Blue. There was no one else on the island that looked enough like him to confuse him with anyone else. "Are you sick?" Kagome asked, unable to think of any other explanation for his behavior.
"Not exactly?" Aoba answered, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very awkward under the woman's intent and scrutinizing stare. "I had an accident a few weeks ago, and I don't remember much from before that. Do you…know me?" He asked but already had a good idea of what the answer was. She must. There was no way should could have such disdain for him and not know him.
"Yeah," Kagome answered slowly, taking in the open and soft features on Sly's usually sharp face. "I mean," she trailed off, at a loss. This man, this new person wearing Sly Blue's face, was not the man she knew. "I don't know," she finally said. "I guess I don't."
"Well, I'm Aoba," he introduced himself, hoping to try and repair whatever damaged reputation he had with this woman.
Kagome looked at the outstretched hand offered to her warily. Was this some sort of trick? She wouldn't put it past Sly. But this man, Aoba, seemed so completely different from the person she knew. Everything from his speech and tone of voice to his gestures and expressions had done a complete 180. Finally, cautiously, she took his hand and offered, "Kagome."
