Dangerous Circumstances
Chapter Three
Special D
Inuyasha woke the next morning. It wasn't that kind of waking up where you felt groggy and your senses were reluctant to return to you. Inuyasha was widely awake in seconds, leaving him staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He quickly sat up, wincing only a little at the residual pain of a broken leg. He could smell something cooking, and stood.
He followed his nose, limping slightly, to the kitchen, where the girl--Kagome--was making something suspiciously like a Spanish omelet.
"Morning," he said cheerfully, watching her closely. She jumped a mile and put a spatula-holding hand over her heart.
"Don't do that, for god's sake." Inuyasha grinned internally.
Kagome returned to cooking. Her heart was still going a mile a minute. She flipped the omelet over, turned off the heat and cut it into three pieces. Serving herself and Sutter, she eyed him curiously.
"How's the leg?"
"Perfect."
Miroku entered the room, eyes darting around. "Do I smell food?"
Kagome handed him a plate, and he sat down. She turned back to Sutter, only to find that he had practically inhaled his food. His plate was empty. She blinked, then carried his plate to the sink.
She turned around in time to see a very strange look cross Sutter's face. He was looking at Miroku.
"My pants are vibrating," he said.
"I'm very flattered."
Sutter shot Miroku a very dirty look and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket.
"What?"
"Do you never answer a phone properly?"
"No. What do you want?"
"To know where the hell you've been! I've been calling and calling--"
Inuyasha sighed. "Calm down, Sango." There was a simmering silence from the other end of the line. "Why didn't you just call the cell phone?"
A pause. "I forgot the number." Inuyasha closed his eyes with a long suffering look.
"I keep telling you, write it down somewhere. Or better yet, get it tattooed on your body."
"Oh ha ha, very funny. Where the hell were you?"
"I was hit by a car."
"WHAT!" Inuyasha blinked and held the phone away from his ear. Gingerly he put it back against his ear.
"Excuse me, I'm fuckin' bleeding from the ears here. What were you saying?"
"You are an idiot."
"It's not like I tried to get hit by a car! I was crossing an empty street! Anyway, the girl who hit me took me back to her place and I'll get a ride from her."
There was a deep breath. "Fine. But make it quick, Sesshoumaru wants to talk to you."
"He wants to talk to me, he's gonna have to wait."
He could practically hear Sango rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever." The line went dead. Inuyasha looked up into the curious stares of Miroku and Kagome.
"Girlfriend?" asked Kagome, an odd sort of strangled tone to her voice.
"Uh, no. Just friend. Roommate, actually," Inuyasha lied. Kagome nodded. Miroku stood, took his plate to the sink and then said "I've gotta blast. Catch you later," he said with a smile and twinkling eyes. He leaned over to give Kagome a kiss on the cheek and left.
Kagome asked no questions when she drove him uptown, to a richer area of the suburbs. She let him off in front of what she suspected wasn't his house. She caught herself eyeing him as he got out, and then blushed furiously. She looked away.
Unfortunately, Inuyasha had seen. He grinned. Leaning back into the car via window, he asked, "How bout you and I go out for dinner sometime?"
Kagome coughed in surprise. "Huh?"
"Dinner. You. Me. A date."
"Oh." Kagome found herself drawn into his eyes. "Uh, sure. I mean yes." She rummaged for a pen, found one, and reached for his left arm. He jerked it out of reach and offered her his right one instead. She took it with no change of expression, but kept her head bent as she scrawled her number on his flesh, her eyes on his left forearm.
She gave him another grin as he left and sped off, her mind racing.
She had just seen a tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. A D with a small star in the middle.
He was a member of Special D.
