Warning; there is mention of alcohol use in this chapter, just to warn you. Oh, I also tossed in a bit of fluff. Hope you like.

Chapter 5

Bloody Skidmarks

Midnight Blood

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I waved my hand in front of my nose when I walked into the small palace- like place. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and I could barely make out the light that shown through the opaque air. Sango led us to a small table in the middle of the room and we all took our seats.

"Could I start you with anything?" The waitress asked after we took our seats.

"I'll have a Pamoyo."

"I'll have the same." I told the waitress, although I didn't know what it was if Sango drank it, it couldn't be that bad, I thought.

"What about you, sir." The waitress directly speaking to Miroku now.

"I'll have a Tequila Colagallo."

"Will that be all for now?" Miroku nodded and the waitress left with our orders.

"Sango? What is a Pamoyo?" I asked when the waitress was gone.

"It's like a shot, it has Gin, Sprite, and grape juice. It's quite good." I nodded to show my understanding then started looking around the room slowly.

In spite of it being a bar the place looked elegant and rich. The crimson red floors and cherry wood was completely breath taking. In some aspects, it almost seemed like a palace.

I sat there tapping my fingers on the table, waiting for the waitress to come again. "So Kagome, what is your life's story?" Something finally clicked in my head.

"Sango, aren't we under age to be drinking?" I asked in a whisper.

Sango looked at me a moment, as if surprised by the question, before answering. "Don't worry Kagome, we have everything covered." Miroku gave Sango a quick wink. I watched as Sango's face slowly turned a bright cherry red.

I turned my head towards the door as if expecting someone but I didn't know whom. My eye caught a glimpse of silver. I looked at the figure closer then quickly whirled my head back around to face Sango and Miroku again.

"Kagome, are you alright?" Miroku asked when I turned around.

"You're as white as paper. Sure you haven't had too much to drink?" Sango agreed.

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. I just...I mean, never mind." I quickly got out of my chair. "Excuse me," I said before I did a quick dash into the last man I wanted to see. I turned my face to the side so he could not see my face.

"Watch where you're going, bitch." He said, his voice was deep and filled with anger. I just sat on the floor not looking up to him. "Didn't you hear me, wench? Answer me." His voice grew with anger. "Answer me damn it!" A lone tear ran its way down my cheek at the memory of a man cursing at me.

"I've asked you this before. Why the hell do you hate me so much?" I bounced my self up from the floor to meet him in the face. For a moment his expression held surprise but then quickly turned into anger again. The whole shop had gone quiet and was now watching the two of us.

"What is wrong with me that you hate me so much? If you would prefer me getting out of your path every time I see you then just say it! I've had enough of you always yelling at me for something I don't even know I did." I screamed in his face.

I felt my face grow hot and tears already poured freely from my eyes. I pushed past him and ran out the door.

Rain stuck at me as I ran into the parking lot. My tears mixed with the pouring rain as they both fell from my face. I continued to walk, holding my self. Memories of my home continued to flood through my mind and a ting of regret played at my heart. Maybe it would have been better to have stayed at home and lived with my abusive father and a mother who was always there to comfort me.

My heart was telling me to run but my mind was telling me to stay. I didn't know which to listen to anymore. The one I did listen to never seemed to be the one I wanted, but maybe it was better for me.

I could just see Sango and Miroku yelling at Inuyasha back there in the building. A small smile lifted my lips at that thought. My hand went to my neck where the pink jewel hung. Somehow, it brought comfort to my warn-out soul and to my thoughts.

I took a few deep breaths in attempts to calm my nerves and relax my muscles. "Inuyasha, why do you have to be such a jerk?" I yelled into the night. I jumped when I heard a voice behind me.

"Why are you out here, in this kind of weather?" Inuyasha asked with no emotion evident on his face.

"Why would you care." I said with disgust. I turned back to look into the distance.

"Maybe because...Oh, forget it." He said and I heard him turn around and begin to leave.

"Wait." I whispered. "Don't leave."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I want to get to know you, the real you not the arrogant one that I know now. At least try." I turned around to face him. I never realized how cute he looked until then. His wet clothing hung to him, showing his shape. His long silver hair hung in wet clumps over his shoulders.

I pulled my eyes away from him and a small blush crept over my face. I saw a small smirk grow on his face. "So it is true, women really can't keep their eyes off of me." I turned to face him again.

"Is that what you think it is? Let me tell you something Inuyasha." I looked down to his chest and my words caught in my throat. I could see a larger smirk on his face at my actions. "Has...has any one ever told you that...that you...have a...very...umm...good looking...body?" I slowly said my eyes finally meeting his.

His smirk was a full-fledged smile by now; entertained by the way I reacted to his well-shaped body. "No, I believe you are the first to ever say that." He played. The blush that already swept over my cheeks quickly turned to a ruby red. I turned on my heel and started to walk away from him.

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I took a wide corner with my baby Viper and shifted gears. I looked in the mirrors and saw a silver car beside me. I shifted up to sixth gear and sped down the road, the finish line was just a head.

The silver car kept creeping ahead of me and we inched toward the end of the race. I glanced over toward the driver and gave him a mischievous grin. I was not going to let him win even if I died in the process. He sped in front of me and I hit my turbo.

My car came to a sliding stop as I hit my breaks after I crossed the finish line. I got out of my car to face the man in the other car who was walking up to me.

"Beat you again." He stated plainly. "What you going to do about it?"

Five years of training and I still could not beat him. He gave me a grin.

"You know, you remind me of a boyfriend I had about 6 years ago." I said that as I handed him the money I had bet.

He stood there for a moment as the information sunk into his head. "What the hell?" It was my turn to grin.

"Yeah Inuyasha, I said 'a boyfriend I used to have.' What are you going to do about it?" I challenged.

"Nothing." My expression faltered for a moment at the answer he gave me. He wasn't supposed to say that. That's my line to him!

Miroku came up to us with Sango by his side. "So Inuyasha, how does it feel to beat your sweet girlfriend...again." Miroku asked. I glared at him when he said the last word; he only smiled at me. Inuyasha swung his arm and hit Miroku in the head.

"She's not my girlfriend." He said. I looked at him with a hurt expression.

"What do you mean? Sure we've had our ups and downs but at least you could admit it sometimes." I looked over to Sango who was taking care of a hurt Miroku. "They're our friends." I said.

"Whatever wench."

"Would you stop calling me that?"

"Why should I?"

"Because you're not the king of the world, no matter how self-centered you are you could at least be a little nicer to me." I didn't even understand what I had just said to him, but I shook it off and waited for him to reply; what didn't take very long.

"And who made you queen of the world?" He yelled back.

"You just did." I smiled and turned away. Before I could take a step his arm wrapped around me and pulled me closer to him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Oh, so you do have feelings for me after all! You are concerned on the places that I go. Thank you Inuyasha for your concerned thoughts but I don't need them." I leaned me head up to see him.

"That doesn't mean anything." He turned his face away from me, still not letting go.

"Oh, Inuyasha would you just grow up!? And stop making such a bit deal over every little hint that we make." I said crawling out of his death grip on me.

"Why the hell should I?" He asked, looking down at me.

"Because you're annoying other wise." I said finally getting out of his grip and facing him.

"So?" He seemed like such a little kid.

"So? Is that all you have to say is 'so?'" I almost yelled.

He nodded. "You know Inuyasha, sometime you are so difficult I don't know how I can even stand to be around you."

"Then why don't you just leave, like you should have done 5 years ago?" he yelled. I stared at him then turned and got into my car. I didn't know where I was going, somewhere away from him that's all I knew.

I still didn't understand him. Even after 5 years of being around him I couldn't understand his mood swings. I thought only teenagers got those kinds. Oh, he acts like such a kid sometimes.

My mind wondered to my family that I hadn't seen for five years already. I wondered how they were doing and what had changed. My younger brother would be thirteen. I missed them so much. A tear made it's way down my cheek and into my lap.

I turned onto the highway and continued to drive down the straight road that led to the place I hadn't seen since I was fifteen.

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(Ok, I'm done! With this chapter at least. I know it was really short but I'm leaving tomorrow and I thought since I haven't updated for about a month you guys would appreciate it. Oh, I cannot believe that I'm finally out of school. Yes! Bribery but still. Ok, maybe if you review a lot I might update sooner. Ja.)