CHAPTER 2: Like a Rabbit on the Run...
There came a knock on her door, and she assumed it was her dearest friend coming to tell her that the bike was in the garage, locked up and safe. Why her dearest friend didn't just keep it at her place was beyond her. The dark haired woman got up, maroon eyes checking the time. It was almost 2:30 in the morning, and she was in? Usually she'd stay out longer with the bike, racing or whatever. But of course, it was different here, not like the old gang. Damn it! Sango should have stayed with her, they should have left at the same time! But that's not important now.
Sango got up, leaving her book open and bent at the spine, and walked across her little one bedroom apartment, a few fans making a breeze. Man it was hot tonight. She walked her tank top and short shorts clad form to the door and turned the knob. She gasped when she opened the door.
"Oh my god! Get in now!" Sango pulled in her friend, who was in obvious pain, and quickly ran to her bathroom for her first aid kit. She had left it out and prepared in anticipation for something like this. Racing was never safe, no matter what. When she came back, her black leather clad friend was seated, or more like flung into a chair, panting heavily and clutching her left wrist.
Sango huffed and placed her self in front of her friend, giving her glares as she prepared some bandages. "You know Kagome, your going to get yourself killed one day."
She heard a grunt from inside the helmet Kagome still wore. "Would you take that off, you'll need air soon."
So Kagome reached up and with one hand, pulled her helmet from her head, onyx locks flowing freely now, and her chocolate eyes squinted in pain. Sango took a cloth with warm water soaked in it and gently rubbed at her friend's raw knee. She had done a number on it; it looked like it went through a shredder. She shook her head as the wound bled more.
"You're going to have to take off your jumpsuit, I can't work with it."
Kagome gave her a pained grin as she unzipped the zipper on the front. "I knew you were sick Sango."
Sango rolled her eyes, "just do it."
Kagome complied, wincing and very gently pulled her arm from the left sleeve, revealing a white wife beater underneath, and she pulled the rest of the black leather off so she was in nothing but a wife beater and cotton underwear. She tossed the clothing aside carelessly, more focused on not crying from the pain. Sango decided to take care of her knee first, since it wasn't too touchy with her. She carefully cleaned it, slowly down if Kagome whimpered or hissed.
"This is your own damn fault. When you came here, I thought you gave up racing, guess I was wrong." Sango put down the towel, and picked up a bottle of disinfectant spray.
Kagome yelped as she sprayed it on her knee, tears poking at her eyes. "Jesus Christ Sango! That hurts!"
"Well it wouldn't if you weren't a stupid shit, but I guess that's not going to happen."
Sango brought out the gauze, and tightly wrapped the bloodied knee so it looked fresh and clean. She followed it with a tan bandage so the gauze would stay and help her heal.
"Yet the stupid shits actually live life." Kagome countered, bringing her wrist closer as Sango reached for it.
"Thanks but no thanks, I lived once and that's enough for me. And since you keep squirming your hand away, I'd say you're still living it. Just give your hand so I can wrap it!" Sango grabbed the said limb roughly, causing Kagome to cry out and groan, and she apologized quickly but not letting go of it. She laid it on Kagome's bandaged knee and examined it closely. It really helped when your mother was a nurse, you picked things up. She poked and prodded gently, turning it slightly one side, making Kagome gasp. She nodded.
"It's only sprained, thank god, otherwise we'd be taking a trip to the hospital. Your lucky I keep things around." Sango got up and searched her closet, checking a few boxes she knew she had supplies in.
"I'm lucky you take care of me at all!" Kagome yelled and she heard Sango snort.
"Damn straight! Here, try this on," Sango came back and handed her a wrist cast with the Velcro straps. Kagome, wincing, put it on and after some adjusting, got the thing to fit. She breathed a sigh of relief as some tension released its iron grip on her wrist. She looked up to Sango with grateful eyes. Sango shook her head and paced to the window. She stopped to look upon the hot city and started chewing her fingernail. Kagome watched her back apprehensively. Sango was not happy.
"You promised Kagome, you promised me if I let you go racing that you'd be careful! And now you come over with a bad wrist and ripped knee." Sango turned to her guilty friend, "and with all the shit that went on before, I thought you'd get sick of it like me. Kagome we cant live like this forever. You know he's still looking for you? Mamimi told me, called me the other day, said 'Kagome better be hiding her ass good, he's still looking for his payment.' And now you go out and do the one thing that guarantees you'll be found!"
"I wont be found Sango! I made sure of it! I might be still racing but I'm not stupid! I know he's after, why do you think I left? I came here cause I knew I was going to be safe. And then I hear the bikes out in the streets and it just got to me again. I couldn't help it Sango, it's in my blood."
Sango softened, remembering the good days. "Yeah, I know, probably more you than me."
Kagome sighed and calmed down. Thinking about their father brought back pain, the pain no body wanted to feel. It was their father who had got them into racing, working on the bikes and cars in his shop, holding one girl while the other looked over the hood as he was trying to explain. Their mother had pestered him about 'corrupting' the children, but she loved it like them. Hell, she used to work in the shop. But those days were over, and replaced by him. God she didn't even want to think about that.
"It wasn't my fault Sango, another rider got me. Came right up behind me and rammed my back wheel. Went sliding a bit than stopped. Got up and ran."
"Jesus Kagome, you could have at least waited for somebody to come get you!"
"And let them know who I am!? Even if my name was that far up north, all the biking circles have heard it by now! Its not exactly old news. You know all the circles are connected, why do think they have the big race every year?"
"You have to remember Kagome, I was a part of it too." Sango sighed, and walked over to her little sister, and wrapping her in a hug. Kagome leaned on her body, weary nerve-racking stress finally getting to her.
"Yeah", Kagome whispered, "but you were smart enough to get out of it in time."
"You know I would have stayed with you-"
"But I didn't want you in that situation. I know you're my big sis, but I have to protect you nonetheless."
Sango sniffled and held tighter. "That's my job."
Kagome put her good arm around Sango's waist. And held on tight as she feel asleep.
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Inuyasha shuffled into his little apartment and flipped the lights. He put his helmet on the table beside the door and tossed his keys there too. He felt hot and sticky and needed a shower bad. He walked across his small place, scarce furniture the only thing in it. He walked past the bedroom and stuck his head in, and sighed. She wasn't home, probably working. But, Kikyou never clarified what she did; all she did was bring home money. Speaking of money, that race had got him some good change. He'll use it for ordering parts. Miroku would at least be happy.
He undressed from his jeans and wife beater and red jacket, his boots thumping behind him as he flung them somewhere. He took off his bandana to reveal to white wolf ears, aching slightly form being pressed to his skull. He flicked them to relieve tension and turned on the water for a shower. He sighed as the water hit his back, muscles rippling as he rolled his shoulders. Man, even on a half demon it was stressful. The nitro jumps really put some force on you. He finished his relaxing shower and pulled on some boxers. From downstairs, he heard the clang of the shop door but slammed down as Miroku locked up for the night. He flopped into bed, but his lips twitched up. The Wrenched Hand, his baby, his only passion. Every since he met Miroku, he only cared about the shop. Originally, it had been Miroku's, but he was going to be shut down because he couldn't pay the taxes. Come on, its hard for a man to run a mechanics shop all by yourself. Then he runs across Inuyasha with a broken down bike, and the sparks went from there. They signed a partnership, and they split it even. Good thing Inuyasha had some cash on him.
He sighed into his pillow, the bed empty beside him. Its not like he missed her, but another presence is sometimes welcome in bed. Kikyou, his girlfriend. A raven-haired beauty that boldly came up to him and asked him out. He didn't refuse, but wasn't too interested either. Hey, there were other women in the racing circles. But he grew fond of her, and they had what you would call a 'mutual relationship'. Sure they slept together, but after they were more like friends. And he didn't want to hurt her at anytime, it was like stealing your sister's candy from out of her hands. It made you feel really bad. But right now, he was tired, and needed to hold something. But she was working. Whatever that was.
But then his thoughts took a sharp turn. That biker. The chick, the one in the leather. He had to admit, she not only had a nice bike, but a nice bode to go with it. It was like that bike was custom made to make her stand out and draw the eyes of all men. He couldn't help the attraction. But what got to him was the amount of attraction he had when he first saw her pull up next to him. His helmet prevented any scents, but the way she sat, the way she handled a bike, made him think of what else she could handle. And it surprised him to find that he had been worried when she crashed. And it unnerved him to know that he been very worried when he found he gone.
He shook his head and closed his eyes, ready for sleep. Whoever that chick was, she sure got to him.
:::::::::::::::::::::short I know!! im sorry! Anyways, I have a riddle or puzzle or anything for you guys. The titles for the chapters are lyrics to a song. Of you guess it, Ill have one chapter where you guys make me do whatever you say. So if you want miroku and kagome to go out on a horrible date or something like that, I have to do it. That's only if you guess the song. One more hint, the singer's female.
SO's:
eMeLyNoOoPeE: no I thought id keep it simple. Don't worry, sango's always got in get in on it.
Scottidog: ill explain that in the next chapter don't worry.
Scarlet Angel: THANK YOU!!!!
Inu lover: I wrote more! More to come!
Lana: after some thought, I decided yes, ill make some lemon in here. after some long thought mind you.
Rome34: hey, I like to be informative. But trust me that bikes are HOT!
There came a knock on her door, and she assumed it was her dearest friend coming to tell her that the bike was in the garage, locked up and safe. Why her dearest friend didn't just keep it at her place was beyond her. The dark haired woman got up, maroon eyes checking the time. It was almost 2:30 in the morning, and she was in? Usually she'd stay out longer with the bike, racing or whatever. But of course, it was different here, not like the old gang. Damn it! Sango should have stayed with her, they should have left at the same time! But that's not important now.
Sango got up, leaving her book open and bent at the spine, and walked across her little one bedroom apartment, a few fans making a breeze. Man it was hot tonight. She walked her tank top and short shorts clad form to the door and turned the knob. She gasped when she opened the door.
"Oh my god! Get in now!" Sango pulled in her friend, who was in obvious pain, and quickly ran to her bathroom for her first aid kit. She had left it out and prepared in anticipation for something like this. Racing was never safe, no matter what. When she came back, her black leather clad friend was seated, or more like flung into a chair, panting heavily and clutching her left wrist.
Sango huffed and placed her self in front of her friend, giving her glares as she prepared some bandages. "You know Kagome, your going to get yourself killed one day."
She heard a grunt from inside the helmet Kagome still wore. "Would you take that off, you'll need air soon."
So Kagome reached up and with one hand, pulled her helmet from her head, onyx locks flowing freely now, and her chocolate eyes squinted in pain. Sango took a cloth with warm water soaked in it and gently rubbed at her friend's raw knee. She had done a number on it; it looked like it went through a shredder. She shook her head as the wound bled more.
"You're going to have to take off your jumpsuit, I can't work with it."
Kagome gave her a pained grin as she unzipped the zipper on the front. "I knew you were sick Sango."
Sango rolled her eyes, "just do it."
Kagome complied, wincing and very gently pulled her arm from the left sleeve, revealing a white wife beater underneath, and she pulled the rest of the black leather off so she was in nothing but a wife beater and cotton underwear. She tossed the clothing aside carelessly, more focused on not crying from the pain. Sango decided to take care of her knee first, since it wasn't too touchy with her. She carefully cleaned it, slowly down if Kagome whimpered or hissed.
"This is your own damn fault. When you came here, I thought you gave up racing, guess I was wrong." Sango put down the towel, and picked up a bottle of disinfectant spray.
Kagome yelped as she sprayed it on her knee, tears poking at her eyes. "Jesus Christ Sango! That hurts!"
"Well it wouldn't if you weren't a stupid shit, but I guess that's not going to happen."
Sango brought out the gauze, and tightly wrapped the bloodied knee so it looked fresh and clean. She followed it with a tan bandage so the gauze would stay and help her heal.
"Yet the stupid shits actually live life." Kagome countered, bringing her wrist closer as Sango reached for it.
"Thanks but no thanks, I lived once and that's enough for me. And since you keep squirming your hand away, I'd say you're still living it. Just give your hand so I can wrap it!" Sango grabbed the said limb roughly, causing Kagome to cry out and groan, and she apologized quickly but not letting go of it. She laid it on Kagome's bandaged knee and examined it closely. It really helped when your mother was a nurse, you picked things up. She poked and prodded gently, turning it slightly one side, making Kagome gasp. She nodded.
"It's only sprained, thank god, otherwise we'd be taking a trip to the hospital. Your lucky I keep things around." Sango got up and searched her closet, checking a few boxes she knew she had supplies in.
"I'm lucky you take care of me at all!" Kagome yelled and she heard Sango snort.
"Damn straight! Here, try this on," Sango came back and handed her a wrist cast with the Velcro straps. Kagome, wincing, put it on and after some adjusting, got the thing to fit. She breathed a sigh of relief as some tension released its iron grip on her wrist. She looked up to Sango with grateful eyes. Sango shook her head and paced to the window. She stopped to look upon the hot city and started chewing her fingernail. Kagome watched her back apprehensively. Sango was not happy.
"You promised Kagome, you promised me if I let you go racing that you'd be careful! And now you come over with a bad wrist and ripped knee." Sango turned to her guilty friend, "and with all the shit that went on before, I thought you'd get sick of it like me. Kagome we cant live like this forever. You know he's still looking for you? Mamimi told me, called me the other day, said 'Kagome better be hiding her ass good, he's still looking for his payment.' And now you go out and do the one thing that guarantees you'll be found!"
"I wont be found Sango! I made sure of it! I might be still racing but I'm not stupid! I know he's after, why do you think I left? I came here cause I knew I was going to be safe. And then I hear the bikes out in the streets and it just got to me again. I couldn't help it Sango, it's in my blood."
Sango softened, remembering the good days. "Yeah, I know, probably more you than me."
Kagome sighed and calmed down. Thinking about their father brought back pain, the pain no body wanted to feel. It was their father who had got them into racing, working on the bikes and cars in his shop, holding one girl while the other looked over the hood as he was trying to explain. Their mother had pestered him about 'corrupting' the children, but she loved it like them. Hell, she used to work in the shop. But those days were over, and replaced by him. God she didn't even want to think about that.
"It wasn't my fault Sango, another rider got me. Came right up behind me and rammed my back wheel. Went sliding a bit than stopped. Got up and ran."
"Jesus Kagome, you could have at least waited for somebody to come get you!"
"And let them know who I am!? Even if my name was that far up north, all the biking circles have heard it by now! Its not exactly old news. You know all the circles are connected, why do think they have the big race every year?"
"You have to remember Kagome, I was a part of it too." Sango sighed, and walked over to her little sister, and wrapping her in a hug. Kagome leaned on her body, weary nerve-racking stress finally getting to her.
"Yeah", Kagome whispered, "but you were smart enough to get out of it in time."
"You know I would have stayed with you-"
"But I didn't want you in that situation. I know you're my big sis, but I have to protect you nonetheless."
Sango sniffled and held tighter. "That's my job."
Kagome put her good arm around Sango's waist. And held on tight as she feel asleep.
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Inuyasha shuffled into his little apartment and flipped the lights. He put his helmet on the table beside the door and tossed his keys there too. He felt hot and sticky and needed a shower bad. He walked across his small place, scarce furniture the only thing in it. He walked past the bedroom and stuck his head in, and sighed. She wasn't home, probably working. But, Kikyou never clarified what she did; all she did was bring home money. Speaking of money, that race had got him some good change. He'll use it for ordering parts. Miroku would at least be happy.
He undressed from his jeans and wife beater and red jacket, his boots thumping behind him as he flung them somewhere. He took off his bandana to reveal to white wolf ears, aching slightly form being pressed to his skull. He flicked them to relieve tension and turned on the water for a shower. He sighed as the water hit his back, muscles rippling as he rolled his shoulders. Man, even on a half demon it was stressful. The nitro jumps really put some force on you. He finished his relaxing shower and pulled on some boxers. From downstairs, he heard the clang of the shop door but slammed down as Miroku locked up for the night. He flopped into bed, but his lips twitched up. The Wrenched Hand, his baby, his only passion. Every since he met Miroku, he only cared about the shop. Originally, it had been Miroku's, but he was going to be shut down because he couldn't pay the taxes. Come on, its hard for a man to run a mechanics shop all by yourself. Then he runs across Inuyasha with a broken down bike, and the sparks went from there. They signed a partnership, and they split it even. Good thing Inuyasha had some cash on him.
He sighed into his pillow, the bed empty beside him. Its not like he missed her, but another presence is sometimes welcome in bed. Kikyou, his girlfriend. A raven-haired beauty that boldly came up to him and asked him out. He didn't refuse, but wasn't too interested either. Hey, there were other women in the racing circles. But he grew fond of her, and they had what you would call a 'mutual relationship'. Sure they slept together, but after they were more like friends. And he didn't want to hurt her at anytime, it was like stealing your sister's candy from out of her hands. It made you feel really bad. But right now, he was tired, and needed to hold something. But she was working. Whatever that was.
But then his thoughts took a sharp turn. That biker. The chick, the one in the leather. He had to admit, she not only had a nice bike, but a nice bode to go with it. It was like that bike was custom made to make her stand out and draw the eyes of all men. He couldn't help the attraction. But what got to him was the amount of attraction he had when he first saw her pull up next to him. His helmet prevented any scents, but the way she sat, the way she handled a bike, made him think of what else she could handle. And it surprised him to find that he had been worried when she crashed. And it unnerved him to know that he been very worried when he found he gone.
He shook his head and closed his eyes, ready for sleep. Whoever that chick was, she sure got to him.
:::::::::::::::::::::short I know!! im sorry! Anyways, I have a riddle or puzzle or anything for you guys. The titles for the chapters are lyrics to a song. Of you guess it, Ill have one chapter where you guys make me do whatever you say. So if you want miroku and kagome to go out on a horrible date or something like that, I have to do it. That's only if you guess the song. One more hint, the singer's female.
SO's:
eMeLyNoOoPeE: no I thought id keep it simple. Don't worry, sango's always got in get in on it.
Scottidog: ill explain that in the next chapter don't worry.
Scarlet Angel: THANK YOU!!!!
Inu lover: I wrote more! More to come!
Lana: after some thought, I decided yes, ill make some lemon in here. after some long thought mind you.
Rome34: hey, I like to be informative. But trust me that bikes are HOT!