Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or it's characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Toriko or it's characters; that right belongs to Mitsutoshi Shimabukuro.

Author's Notes: Pairing is KagomexBrunch. Take place right after Spice Happens. Except for the prologue...

He walked into the bar and looked around at those gathered. They were celebrating early for the chef challenge tomorrow. A contest pitting the world's top chefs against each other. And he intended to take first in it this time Even with the fierce competition he knew he had.

Letting his gaze landed on the bar and the crowd gathered there, he couldn't help the smirk that curled his lips. A cheer went up as one of the two people fell off their stool While the other person raised their arms above their heads in victory before climbing onto the bar and putting the now empty shot glass on top of a rather impressive tower made of nothing but single shot, shot glasses. What was shocking was that the person doing so was a short, petite girl in a fancy black halter dress. And she looked no more than sixteen to eighteen years of age.

The world was a bit hazy through her eyes as she placed yet another glass on her growing pyramid. Which as she stood next to it on the bartop came to her waist. A smirk firmly in place. It was not fair of her to enter a drinking contest with the poor sops, but she'd been limited on her funds. But she hadn't been told she couldn't get free drinks out of the bars other patrons.

Turning and kneeling to climb off the bartop, she stopped. There was a tall red-skinned, white-haired man watching her intently. Amusement rolling off of him in waves. Allowing her smirk to morph into a challenging smile as she pointed at him. She was causing the man to raise his eyebrows.

"You... are you... yesh, you! Brave enough to... challenge me to a drinking contest?" she said, intentionally slurring and spacing her words, as she felt the alcohol in her system being purified.

Shaking his head at the challenge as the other patrons took notice of him. The girl was drunk. As the others stayed silent, waiting for his reply.

"Oh, I am man enough, but you would be no challenge. You, girlie, are already drunk," he replied.

At his words, the girl wrapped her arms around her waist and laughed loudly.

"Did you all hear that! He says he's man enough. But won't take the challenge," The girl crowd, mocking him. "I don't think he has the cajones and is afraid to be beaten by little ol' me!"

Her rebuttal drew muted chuckles from those gathered around them, which chafed him badly. Especially his male pride. So, crossing his arms over his chest and lifting his head in acceptance.

Sitting on the bar top when the man tilted his head up, she knew she had him. Being a few centuries old had given her the ability to read, gauge, and goad others. More-so after dealing all that time with InuYasha. Said Hanyo the reason she was in the fucking bar in the first place getting drunk.

"Oh! Goody! Get over here," she cooed as she slid onto her barstool. "Rules are as follows; you take a shot. It doesn't matter what liquor. You lose if you can't take another shot and gracefully tap out, or you fall off your stool. The loser pays for all shots consumed."

The look he gave her as he sat down told Kagome that he thought he'd win. He was making her giggle as she tapped the bartop and nodded to the bartender, who seemed torn between amusement and sympathy. For whom she couldn't tell.

"So, girlie, got a name?"

"If you win, I'll tell you," Was her reply.

His head was spinning as he looked at the three rows of ten shot glasses. Amazed, the tiny chick beside him was still able to go on. She was making him wonder if she was somehow related to Mansome. Though he noted, she was swaying where she sat as she downed the next shot — causing him to smile.

"It's closing time, you two. Call it a tie."

Frowning, he looked at the clock, squinting his eyes to help him focus. Seeing it was almost two in the morning. Meaning they'd been at this three hours. And he'd had a blast. The girl was funny.

"Aww... But I wanna win, Susan!"

At her slurred whine, he looked at the bartender who was frowning at the girl. On a whim, he spoke up.

"You pay for your half, and we can finish the contest in my room with a bottle of whiskey each."

She was standing up, the world spinning around her as the dull, traditional elevator music played. Gave her time to look her companion over. Noting quickly, he towered over her short five feet, two inches by at least a solid two feet, without the geta he wore. And that he was solidly built as well. And that he was one of the Hex World natives, a Tengu to be exact. Rare and hardly seen away from their mountain.

The moment the elevator shuddered to a halt, the door sliding open as a soft ding rang in the confined space, she followed him out into the hallway. Eyes were darting left and right. Realizing they were in the exclusive suites. They were giving her a clue that he was partaking in the contest later this morning.

"This way, midget."

Snorting at his words, she followed him down the call to a door leading into a corner suite.

Lifting his bottle and shaking it before his face, he frowned. It was empty and sow as hers. Meaning they were still tied. So, with a hiccup, he tossed the bottle to the floor and looked at the girl. Who he now knew was named Kagome. She was older than she looked. And had been drinking because of a fight with her off and on again flame. This time, she swore she wouldn't be taking him back.

"You know... a jerk like... that... d-doesn't d-deserve you girlie."

The way her blue eyes got large as she stared at him, before giving him a lopsided grin had him chuckling.

"Oh! A-and... w-wh-who does? You?"

At her reply, he laughed and reached out, grabbing her. Quickly pulling her into his lap as he growled yes into her ear. Enjoying the way she shuddered.

Head pounding, body aching, Kagome sat up only to whimper. Her skull felt like it was trying to split in half. Making her wonder briefly is this was how Zeus felt before his daughter Athena was born.

Looking around, Kagome realized she was not in her room. Glancing down as the bedding was pulled from her lap, she sucked her breath in and held it. Mentally she told herself she was dead meat — a one night stand. And from what her alcohol dazed brain let her recall, it was not fun, but amazing.

She was cringing as she slipped from the bed. Kagome was doing her best not to make noise as she gathered her dress. Bra and panties were beyond being able to be worn and put it on. Heels in one hand, small clutch purse in the other, and tiptoed from the room. She had to get to the penthouse, which should be easy from the sound of cheering and commentary from the stadium next to the hotel.

Bright light sliced through the darkness of his eyelids. Giving a low groan as he rolled over, arm stretching out, he snapped his eyes open. His arm lay in a cold open space he knew had been occupied. Hell, he could still smell the scent of her. A frown was turning the corners of his mouth downward as he sat up.

Flashes of the early morning hours appearing in his mind. His question, her response, then small, delicate hands working his belt off with practiced ease that was amazing and scary. From there they had somehow made it to the bed. But of course, no human woman would stick around after realizing they bedded a monster while drunk. It didn't matter if he'd just forget about it even if it had been the most mind-blowing sex ever.

Turning to the wall to wall windows, he had something more important to do. Win the Chef Contest.

TBC!