Summary: Inuyasha is a stubborn bartender at a hit club. His life becomes incredibly complicated when he is sick with a terrible flu and has no one to depend one except for one person he least expect. This is a story of his growing love that he can't nor doesn't want to let go... read and find out what happens.

Okay readers this is my first Inuyasha fan fiction so go easy on me with the reviews I mostly a sailor moon story writer but I thought I'd try this out because the basic idea for the story works better with these characters; Inuyasha's and Kagome's stubbornness and love. Just so you know Inuyasha is a half demon in this story I decided that it just wouldn't be a Inuyasha fanfiction if I made him human. I would also like to say that I am only borrowing several names from Inuyasha I don't claim any type of owner ship. Okay enough with that enjoy this story as much as I did making it. THANKS MUCH LOVE FROM PR.

Chapter 1

Inuyasha served the drinks efficiently using his amazing speed accuracy to serve his clients. He would often take a swig himself when they offered to pay for a drink. He never enjoyed the taste of alcohol but refusing his customers could get him punished by his boss. It was a requirement that he accepts and drink any thing the customer offered to pay for, as long as they paid for it. Inuyasha bartended at the best club in this city, Sangre, albeit the pay was generous he loathed working there. The club gave off a stripper joint vibe with their so called professional dancers. Most of the times the girls would dance on the stage, every night a different theme, but sometimes they sent them to dance in the crowd. Dirty men would stuff money down their clothing dance with them. He was utterly revolted with how low these women would go for just a little cash.

Miroku, Inuyasha best friend, neighbor, and co-worker disagreed with him and made it a point to pay as much as necessary to dance with these women as much as possible. He strongly disagreed when Inuyasha berated them and there line of work, they were nothing like strippers in his point of view. Strippers exploited the view of their entire body they only danced with for the customers and with them occasionally. But of course Inuyasha being the stubborn man he is would never see it that way, they were dirty whores and nothing could change his mind.

Inuyasha's shift was almost over and he was thanking the gods that he would be out of there soon. He wasn't at all feeling well, although he refused to let it show in his work place. Inuyasha was beyond seething, he had never gotten sick before and he knew exactly how he caught this virus. His infuriatingly annoying girlfriend had taken it upon herself to call him yesterday and forced him to miss a day of work so he could take care of her. After having to deal with her insufferable whining all day and some of the night she was generous enough to share her unwanted flu with him. 'Kikyou will definitely pay for this later' he thought to himself as he severed another drink.

After a while of countless serving Inuyasha was counting down the second in anticipation for his shift to end. When it finally did end he all but ran into the staff lounge to get his things to leave as fast humanly possible. But his body had other plans and Inuyasha had to make a detour to the bathroom. Miroku noticed his best friend leave in such a rush and decided to follow him, curiosity taking the better of him. But once he stepped foot in the lounge he noticed the Inuyasha was no where in sight. Miroku then heard some peculiar sounds coming from the mens bathroom and cautiously made his way towards noise only to find Inuyasha weakly vomiting into the toilet. He had never, in his life, seen Inuyasha look so fragile. "What the hell happened to you?" Miroku yelled in concern as he rushed to Inuyasha's side kneeling down next to him. He desperately wanted to help but knew no way to do so.

"Kikyou, that's what happened! Stupid bitch insisted on sharing her disease with me."

"Why would she want to do that?"

"Because she's a sadistic wench, I missed my day job because of her and now I've gotten her stupid flu virus. I bet she's at her apartment right now laughing it up." Inuyasha snapped while flushing the toilet disdainfully. Miroku just sat there staring bemusedly as his irate friend; there wasn't much he could really do for him. "Shit! All this fucking alcohol in my system isn't helping."

"You shouldn't have come to work knowing you were sick then." Miroku reasoned helping his friend up.

"Hell, I missed my day job yesterday I'm not going to miss another day of work. I need this money."

"I see what you mean but maybe you should go home now." Miroku stated dragging Inuyasha over to the couch not able to support his weight any longer. If Inuyasha were in perfect health he would have hit Miroku for his ignorance.

"What the hell did you think I was trying to do before I threw up? Now help me get home!" Inuyasha demanded before another wave of nausea hit him forcing him to sit back in the couch.

"No can do buddy my shift isn't over yet. Plus I still haven't gotten a chance to dance with those lovely ladies." Miroku being the lecher he is; forgot about Inuyasha's current present state and let his mind drift off into certain perverted and very explicit day dreams about those girls in extremely compromising positions dancing with him. Inuyasha's menacing gaze and coughing brought him out of his pleasant stupor much to his dismay.

"Look Miroku," Inuyasha sighed running a frustrated hand through his long silken silver tresses. "I need to get fuck out of here and the only way I can get the fuck out of here without anybody noticing how fucking weak I am right now is for you to sneak me the fuck out, so help me up and let's get going." Inuyasha explained sullenly bowing his head slightly allowing his long bangs to conceal his eyes, he hated asking for help but what he hated even more was appearing weak to the people he worked with. He worked hard for his dangerous reputation, and wasn't about to let a sickness get between that. Miroku on the other hand was contemplating on the amount of times Inuyasha used the word "fuck." He had apparently lost count. Inuyasha cleared his throat in an effort to regain the mans attention. Miroku looked at Inyasha with eyes of sympathy hoping he would receive some as well when he turned him down.

"Man I wish I could but I got in trouble yesterday for leaving early with Sango. If I left like that again today I'm going to be fired. You wouldn't want me fired Inuyasha would you cause then we wouldn't be able to work together."

"Get me home dumb ass!"

"I can't you weight too much."

"That's a sorry ass excuse and you know it Miroku." Inuyasha countered regaining some of his lost energy while arguing with Miroku.

"Fine then how about this one, I WANT GIRLS!"

"And all this time I thought you were a friend." Inuyasha scorned as he made an effort to lift himself up from the couch to hit him but to no avail. "How the hell am I supposed to get out of here then?" He yelled sounding more coarsely than he had intended, his voice barely able to match his ire temper. At that precise moment the last person he expected or wanted to see walked into the employee lounge.

Kagome rushed in wearing her extremely revealing work uniform, she ironically happened to be one the very the club dancers that Inuyasha despised so much. Inuyasha hated that she was so god damn beautiful for her own good. Some one as beautiful as her did not belong in a place like this, especially dancing. He watched her graceful movements as she ran into the room. He watched as her long ebony hair flowed down her back as if it were a waterfall of dark silk. Her supple skin slightly tinted from her natural tan. Her ruddy lips were always appealing they seemed to demand ones attention. But the most captivating thing about this woman were her eyes, a special type of light hazel that would become green when she was too cold, extremely happy, or extremely sad. They were the most expressive eyes he had ever seen in his life time. It was a pity to him that such a lush women would reduce to dancing with inebriated men for cash, like some stripper.

He had made it a point to never talk to her since he started working there. He did not need his obvious attraction for her to grow to anything further than the common crush that it was. It was lust and nothing more and lust could be control, he could control it. He would not let his arousal clutter his logical thinking. Inuyasha sat there and watched as she walked straight into the bathroom closing the door behind her ignoring their presence all together. "God she's so god damn hot!" Miroku exclaimed upon hearing the click of the lock.

"God, Miroku could you for once in your life not be such a lecher."

"I could try but I don't see the point in it. At least I'm not looking at guys. Plus you have to admit Kagome has to be the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life. "

"Whatever, forget the slut she's not worth the thought. For being as attractive as she is she chooses to degrade herself in this bar. She could have done so much better than becoming a whore."

"That was harsh Inuyasha, Kagome is no stripper and you know it. She's lived across the hall from us for nearly a year now and I have never seen her with any type of lover."

"That doesn't mean anything Miroku. She works as a stripper in a club that says a lot more than you not seeing her with lovers." Inuyasha retorted matter-of-factly knowing that he was in fact being too harsh but his stubborn mind would never allow him to admit that. Miroku opened his mouth to retaliate in her defense before he was interrupted by her walking out of the bathroom. To their surprised she walked straight towards them.

"Is there something wrong with Inuyasha? He looks as if he's about to die." She spoke softly kneeling in front of the couch to further examine him. Inuyasha being the hardheaded jerk he can be at times just scoffed not bothering to give her any type of reply.

"He's sick and can't really move much, so he's stuck here until someone can help him home." Miroku answer her kindly after taking note to Inuyasha's lack of response. He heard Kagome sigh softly before reaching out and place a soft small hand on his forehead. Inuyasha's eyes widened he hadn't expected her to touch him. He had intended for her to be discouraged and walk away but instead made this chaste contact with he burning flesh. He couldn't lie to himself it felt unusually good to have her touch him even if it was in such an innocent manner. He unconsciously leaned into her touch before realizing his mistake and pulled back roughly. He was completely taken off guard when she smiled warmly at him and spoke once more taking both mean by surprise.

"I'll help him home."

"Kagome that's not necessary." Miroku quickly replied but was cut off by Kagome's reassuring voice. Inuyasha was too stunned by her offer to react. He sincerely had not seen that coming.

"It's really not a problem. Besides, he's sick and really needs to get home before it gets any worse. Plus I don't think anyone here can really spare the time so to help him so I'll do it."

"Wench, I do not need you help I am perfectly capable of getting home on my own." Inuyasha intervened this was the first thing he had actually said to her since he started working there.

"That's bullshit Inuyasha just look at you."

"Mind your own business. I'll take care of myself."

"Stop being such a baby. Whether you like it or not you need my help. No more arguing with me Inuyasha. I'll go call a cab." Before Inuyasha could protest further she rushed out of the lounge, leaving Miroku and Inuyasha with eyes wide and mouths agape. Miroku patted Inuyasha's shoulder with a huge smug grin implanted on his face.

"Lucky man you are," Miroku stated arrogantly.

"How do you figure I'm a lucky man?" Inuyasha snapped at Miroku, clearly his illnesshad not gotten the best of his always quick temper.

"Well Kagome, the most gorgeous woman my eyes have had the pleasure to befall upon, will be taking care of you and if you're a good more maybe a little more happen between you two."

"Lecher, who ever said I wanted the help of some bar slut. I'm sorry but I don't consider that a lucky thing." Inuyasha griped. He awaited Miroku quick and snappy response but heard nothing. This was unusual for the lecher. Miroku would usually yell and berate him for his words but instead said nothing. It was too silent. Inuyasha looked up to his best friends face to see it taut and constricted with anger. Inuyasha winced internally for he knew that he had achieved in making Miroku truly bile. In a flash Miroku had the collar of Inuyasha's shirt tightly fisted in his hands. Miroku completely forgetting Inuyasha's weakened state pushed him roughly against the head of the couch, chocking him slightly.

"I won't make you take back your words because I know that you're to stubborn to see past your own ignorance but Kagome will help you get home tonight because you have other chose and she was nice enough to offer. And you will not say one indecent word to her. Do you understand me Inuyasha for help me god you maybe my best friend, but I will hurt you if you hurt her in anyway. She doesn't deserve it. Are we clear?" Inuyasha hesitated before answering it was rare for Miroku to lose his temper like this but when it happened it was something to be reckoned with. He nodded his agreement dejectedly, he would have to respect her and keep his smart ass comments to himself.

Miroku'd mood having improved profusely then beamed him a pleasant smile. "It's good that we agree in this. You can now enjoy a pleasant evening with Kagome." Miroku stated adequately after releasing his grip on Inuyasha's shirt. Inuyasha could swear this man in front of him was bipolar, but didn't feel the need to argue further his head was now throbbing and his throat ached. Kagome soon walked back into the lounge with the clubs largest bouncer trailing behind her, Damien. She noticed Inuyasha's state of pain she calmly walked over to her locker and took something from it. She walked over to Inuyasha and handed him a small packet of Tylenol.

"The cab is waiting out back. I figured you didn't want anyone to see Damien carrying you out of the club as if you were a child. Damien has promised to never utter a word of this incident as well." Kagome tenderly brushed the hair out of his eyes. Inuyasha was more than shocked by this small display of affection; everything she did caught him off guard. He couldn't figure her out. She was going more than out of her way to not only take care of him but protect his pride as well. Inuyasha decided to just brush it off for now. He lowly grunted his obvious irritation of having to swallow the pills she had given him, he despised taking pills. Damien walked up to them and threw Inuyasha over his shoulder and left the room quickly. Kagome was about to follow them when Miroku stopped her.

"Thanks for all your done Kagome, but you really don't have to do this." Miroku stated indecorously.

"It's okay Miroku. I wouldn't do something I don't want to do and I can assure you I want to do this." She replied gingerly before walking to the door. She was again stopped by Miroku.

"Kagome... Inuyasha is my best friend I couldn't love him more if he were my own brother but... he's not the most considerate person I've ever known. He can sometimes say hurtful things with out thinking about the consequences. If he says anything to hurt you, be sure to tell me and I'll take care of him. You have my word that's I'll take care of him." She smiled warmly at him. Miroku was always kind albeit he had his... perverted moments, but she didn't doubt he cared for her greatly as a friend. She quickly stepped out of the room to find Inuyasha and Damien. She was skipping her next shift as a bartender just to help get Inuyasha home but decided to keep that detail from everybody knowing that they wouldn't allow her to take him home unless she were available to do so. Kagome knew if she hadn't stepped in when she did Inuyasha would have had to stay in that employee lounge until the clubs closing time which was at three in the morning. His fever probably would have gotten worse if that had happened, most likely would have needed to go to the hospital, and Kagome's heart couldn't just let him suffer like that. Inuyasha had never been nice in fact he had never even spoken to her face to face, but still couldn't bring herself to ignore him in his time of need.

She walked out the back of the club to where the cab was hidden. Damien walked over to her after placing Inuyasha gently inside the backseat of the cab. "Did anybody see you caring him?" She asked slightly worried as she tried to keep it nonchalant. Inuyasha had quite the bad boy reputation in the club if people were to see Damien caring him out, he would never live it down.

"No Kagome. No one saw us leave and he seems to be doing better though thanks to the medicine."

"Thanks Damien, I owe you one."

"No problem, as long as you're sure you know what you're doing. The bossy is going to be pretty mad once he finds out your not there working your shift."

"You know he wouldn't have let me leave if I had asked. Sneaking out is the only way I can help him get out of here."

"I know Kags but I just wanted to make sure you know the risks your taking for a guy like him." Damien replied disdainfully, he truthfully could give less of a shit if Inuyasha had to stay there all night. He was only helping because Kagome had asked him to and he could never bring himself to turn down her sweet innocent face.

"I'm sure okay. I know what I'm doing but thanks for caring," and with that she join Inuyasha in the cab. It only took half an hour to get to their apartment complex. Inuyasha had not muttered a word to her the whole way there. He was determined in keeping his promise to Miroku but didn't trust himself to actually speak to her with out saying something that might get him in trouble. She decided to take it as a blessing because Inuyasha was normally a very opinionated person, and when he did not like something he made sure the whole world knew it. The cab drive dropped them off in front of the building even helped her get Inuyasha out of the car. After paying the cab fair she hooked one of his arms around her shoulder and proceeded to walk inside the building. Inuyasha tried his best to support his own weight for both their own goods but still found himself leaning greatly against her. They finally managed to make it to the elevator; she pushed him up against the wall finding it easier to support him that way. "Inuyasha," She spoke breaking the uncomfortable silence that had been going on between them sicne they got into the car together. He looked up into her eyes, no matter how hard he tried to break the eye contact he just couldn't bring himself to do so. Her eyes weren't the ones of some bar whore as he so kindly put it; they held an innocence; a beauty with in them. Her smell sent him reeling in the drug that was Kagome. He found himself entertaining the thought of nuzzling his nose into her lovely slender neck having her sent rubbed onto him so he could always have her smell with him. He gently shook his head clearing his thoughts. Looking down to her once again he felt guilt but decided to blame these sudden surges of emotion towards her on his sickness.

"What is it?" He snapped his voice come out as rough and harsh as he had intended it to. He was just frustrated with everything that was happening to him. He didn't be as sick as he was now, he didn't want these feelings that he had for her, but nonetheless he was sick and he did feel something for her but he'd be damned before he'd admit it willingly.

"Your keys, give me your keys so that when we get to your door we don't have to go through so much trouble just to find them." Inuyasha nodded and pushing his hand agitatedly down in his pocket and handed her the keys. He looked back up at her face locking their eyes once again, neither realizing how close they truly were to one another. He almost leaned further into her to just be closer, but instead the elevator door opened bringing them back to reality. Kagome pulled away from him and situated Inuyasha so that he was once again leaning on her for support. They leisurely made it to his front door. Kagome tried to open the door with a nearly hundred and fifty pound man leaning on her. Gravity deciding to take its course caused her to nearly fall on the floor. Inuyasha tried to prevent the inevitable fall before he had made it through the door used all the strength he had left in his body to pulling her up with him. Taking the opportunity she quickly unlocked the damnable door and pushed it open. They made it exactly three steps before he fell to the floor vomiting; the majority of the vomit landing on the floor while some found it way on Kagome shirt.

She ignored her stained shirt and knelt next to him rubbing his back in what she hoped to be a soothing manner. "Sorry" Inuyasha apologized between his coughs, embarrassed that he had actually thrown up on her. He had expected her to lose her temper and lashed out at him for having done that but found that she didn't even notice that she had his vomit all over he shirt, instead she was comforting as much as she could.

"Don't worry about it. I guess you did me a favor since I never liked this outfit any way. I only wore it for the job. Let's just get you in bed now." She took his arm and gently helped him up. He couldn't help but look at her indecorously; this girl was clearly insane. "Which room is your room?" She asked him stumbling occasionally due to his weight. He pointed numbly to his room and they made there way there. She sat him on his large long awaited bed. He was about to lay down and get comfortable when she stopped him. He groaned in agony before staring into her dark jade orbs, his breath hitched his throat finding them even more outstandingly beautiful in the dark. "You need to change you shirt you have vomit on it. If you keep it on the germs will spread and you'll only get worse than you are now."

"Then you should change as well. We wouldn't want the germs spreading now would we." He mumbled huskily before removing his shirt as her face beginning to burn with a light flush. He almost couldn't believe he had said that to her, not to long ago he was insulting her behind her back and now he was flirting, enjoying the light blush that spread across her face knowing that he was the one that caused it.

She observed him silently as he took of his shirt. He had a very well defined body. He wasn't overly built like Damien was. His muscled seemed to be trying to escape the constrictions of his skin. Inuyasha's muscles were the firm and sexy but not huge. Inuyasha noticed her curious gaze at his chest and could help the smug smile that found its way on his face. He chuckled lightly before his hand reached out to her, tilting her face back to his with his long fingers. "My eyes are up here not down there." He stated cockily before laughing slightly harder when her whole face darken considerable.

"I know that," she stuttered nervously before taking a step back.

"Good. Look could you hand me a shirt. I got some in the drawer next to you. While you're at it you can borrow a shirt and some of my boxers... you can change right there if you'd like." He didn't think it was possible for her face to get any darker until now. He couldn't help himself it was amusing to see her act in such a timid way, it was adorable. She fumbled over to his drawer picked up two shirt and some boxers. She handed him the shirt before getting the courage to speak again.

"Seriously where can I change into this?"

"The bathroom is right there you can even take a shower. You probably feel repulsed after having someone throw up on you." Inyasha was about to tease her some more but she was before he could say anything else. Inuyasha stared at the bathroom door for along time thinking to himself. He was confused more than anything. He felt guilty as well she had done so much for him. What he feared most was now taking place ... His attraction towards her was growing by the minute. She was in his bathroom not even ten feet away and he missed her presence. He knew that this attraction could go now further than it had already has but didn't even want to think about her not every being near him again. 'Maybe we can be friends... Maybe after this we can start of on a clean slate.' He thought to himself while laying down into his bed.

Then he remembered her line of work. He didn't like it, some one as wholesome as her should never work at a club like that, especially as a dancer. He would defiantly try to get her to quit as soon as he got better, he would make it a promise to himself to find her a better job. He soon let sleep over take him with a boyish smile gracing his lips. Not too long after he fell to sleep Kagome walked out of the bathroom wearing his clothes. She looked at his sleeping form on his bed he just lay there with out the bed sheet to cover him looking very inviting. She pushed her improper thoughts thinking, 'he wouldn't want me anyways.' Kagome covered him with a blanket and exited the room. She noticed the vomit drying on his floor as she was about to leave. Not only that but the whole apartment a complete mess. "God, no wonder the man is sick this place if pigs sty." She bit her bottom lip nervously, "if it's not cleaned he will only get worse so I can't just leave it like this." She mumbled to herself. With her decision being made she cleaned his entire apartment. She even decided to make soup in case he got hungry and need something to healthy eat.

It was now close to four in the morning and she had finally finished with everything. Kagome was about to leave when she decided to check on Inuyasha one last time. She walked up to his bed and sat down next time, checking his fever. The simple touch caused him to shiver in pleasure stirring him in his sleep. He liked the feel of her hand on his skin. He felt her about to pull away from him but grabbed her wrist before she could do so trailing down to his mouth so he could kiss her palm tenderly, in his way of a thank you.

"What time is it?" He inquired still groggy from sleep.

"Early I guess," she whispered back. "You need to get some sleep so I'm going to head back to my apartment." The thought of her leave made him slightly panicked having her close by some how made him feel a whole lot better albeit he couldn't really figure out why though. Inuyasha pulled her down to lay next to him. If he had his eyes open he would have notice the dark blush that tainted her cheeks from his sudden actions.

"Stay with me." He mumbled against her hair letting his fingers leisurely run though the silkness.

"Why?"

"Because you like my medicine with you around I won't have to take anymore, I'm feeling better already." She laughed lightly to he care free tone.

"Sorry Inuyasha but I need to get some sleep of my own."

"Sleep here then."

"NO!" She protested trying to get of his grip.

"Why not?" He held on tighter.

"Because, it's time I should get going. There is some medicine on your drawer if you need it so you don't need me."

"The medicine doesn't work as good as you do. Just lay down and go to sleep " he countered he was bent on having her stay; his stubborn mind was already changing his opinion about her. She was beautiful and kind it was hard to not want to be around her.

"Inuyasha," she angrily pulled herself out of his grip and sat up. "I hope you get better soon, see you tomorrow at work." She broke through his grip and was about to get off the bed when he sat up as well and grabbed her again.

"Wait! I'm sorry just don't leave just yet." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, he really didn't have a way with words. "It's just I really don't know what happening to me. I just feel good around you, and I don't feel good around many people but I do around you." He sigh again frustrated he couldn't really find the right words to say. "I guess that I like you." What meant to be a touching moment suddenly hit him in the face... literally. His crimson face stung, slightly tilted from her powerful slap.

"You guess that you like me! What the hell is wrong with you, not to long ago you were calling me a whore and a slut to Miroku. And it's not just today that I overhear these kinds of conversations that you have with him Inuyasha. You're always saying these kinds of things about me."

"Kagome I..." he muttered numbly, he wanted to apologize he wanted to say he was wrong but couldn't find the words. He never meant for her to hear those conversations.

"But you know what hurt the worse," she continued ignoring the regretful look in his golden orbs. "What hurts the worst is that you never talk about all the other girs that have to dance there just me. You never insult them behind their back. The only cruel words you have for is me." Inuyasha stared at her in realization. He had never realized it before but she was the only girl that he ever talked about with Miroku. He couldn't even figure out why.

"Kagome let me explain..." He didn't know what he could explain but couldn't just let her leave like this. He had to say something to make it better.

"Just save it Inuyasha, I only helped you because it was the right thing to do I don't need you fucking apologizes." She interrupted him jumping out of the bed. Without bothering to look back she rushed out of the room and his apartment. He winced at the sound of his door slamming. She had every right to be angry with him; he had been so cruel with only her. The truth was he never really noticed until now that he directed all of his insults towards her alone. He leaned back in his bed his guilt even showing on his facial feature. He knew he had to make amends somehow but didn't know where to begin; he had wronged her so much and in so many ways. He didn't even deserve a girl like her. He was wrong all along she was much too good for a guy like him.