Chapter III: 3 Months, 28 Days Earlier

It began the same way everyday and ended the same way it did. Same way it was every time. Some people would call it an obsession; he would just call it, needs. He needed her, just as he needed her now. There was nothing wrong with needing somebody. Maybe it was a tad bit intense, it was exactly that, but it wasn't an obsession, God no. He didn't think that sunk that low but… it could be, it was, in other people's eyes. Everyday, this uncontrollable urge to run his fingers through her hair and taste her luscious lips or stare into her azure eyes…

Inuyasha leaned against the chair, keeping his eyes on the clock and off of Kagome, who was tapping her long elegant fingers against the marblewood chair, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. He didn't want to be caught watching her. He couldn't be. Then his cover was blown and then—confusion. He hated it. He hated feeling confused.

Why was it that she was the only one that made him feel… so unworthy. Even though she wasn't an innocent, she couldn't be, she was just too lush; but something about her, screamed—he wouldn't call it naïve but it wasn't innocent either. She just saw the good in everybody, even in his cold-blooded girlfriend. That's what made Kagome Higurashi so attractive and it wasn't like he couldn't have anybody else. He had lots of girls. Plenty. He could barely name them all but Kagome Higurashi… It was unlike Kikyou, who he found out later that she wanted something that she couldn't have. The success of his family's business to rub off on her own and maybe he liked that. In fact, he loved it; he loved how Kikyou thrived to be the best and then loved became annoying, then repetitive then downright, just aggravating. Why couldn't she be satisfied with what she had? Why did she have to always be better that everybody? And after those questions popped into his head why after whys came into play. Why can't she be more like Kagome?

He guessed that's how it started. How suddenly she was the most interesting thing that God created. How suddenly, she was funnier than she used to be and he wasn't trying to be a pervert, he wasn't trying to look but she became sensual in some prohibited way. She was the sister of his girlfriend and his best friend. And that made her all the sexier.

So everyday, he would watch her; just watch her out of the corner of his eyes. Wondering if she was thinking about him, the way he was thinking about her. Hoping that… he didn't know what he hoped but it became harder and harder to contain himself everyday. Everyday, he was fighting a battle, wondering if he really wanted to win the war between Kagome's breast and hips. He knew the answer but… he never wanted to hear himself say it or even think it but it was true. He didn't want to win… he wanted—

"Inuyasha," Kagome snapped, "Were you even listening?"

Her.

"Yea, yea, yea, bitch I heard." Inuyasha replied, reclining into the chair, "Now, what were you saying?"

"Bastard." She mumbled as she turned her attention to Miroku.

They were supposed to be paying attention. She guessed it was harder on her than anybody else. She hasn't seen him in three years and all those emotions suddenly came rushing to her head. Suddenly, he wasn't that pigheaded guy that her brother befriended, okay he was still pigheaded but still unexpectedly he wasn't just her sister's boyfriend. He had an identity all to himself, Inuyasha Ashford; she loved how his named just rolled off her tongue. It sounded so natural. He was natural. She wouldn't call it perfection. No, he was nowhere close to that. She only has been in his presence for at least twenty minutes and he still found ways to annoy her, yes, even when he was silent.

No, it was something different. Maybe it was the way his eyes would tell a story and how even if he didn't say a word, she would know how he was feeling. Or maybe it was how he flicked his hair when he was annoyed or mocking someone (mainly her). It was… she wouldn't call her 'thing' an obsession. God no. It was nothing like that. She liked to call it an interest.

Inuyasha Ashford was her interest. She loved saying that.

"Kagome, have you heard a thing I said?" Miroku yelled into her ear, Kagome flinched, but nodding quickly, gathering the papers that Miroku asked for.

So maybe it was an obsession. Maybe it was odd how he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her, or how he would freely admit to herself that she looked beautiful, everyday, every moment, every hour, every time. He guessed it was a tad bit obsessive and he was a tiny bit obsessive when it came to other guys pointing out Kagome's rare beauty. But… it was normal. Every twenty year old had an obsession one time of their life. They would be lying if they said they did not. But—maybe this was different. Maybe… Inuyasha closed his eyes tightly, clasping onto the folder that was just slid into his hands, maybe this was different.

Okay, it was different. There was no maybes to it, there was no, kind of, it was different because it was wrong. Miss Kagome Higurashi was underage. But she was legal to do whatever, whatever that whatever is, as long as it isn't with a twenty year old. She was illegal. She was a child in some eyes. He saw her as a full grown woman and maybe that was his problem.

He didn't imagine her as a child, the child that he knew her as, he imagined her as a woman. A very luscious woman that he couldn't take his eyes off of.

He finally snapped back to attention, watching Miroku cross the room, holding onto the files. He really wished that he was paying attention because then he would know what was going on. Knowing what was going on was good, especially when he owned the business. But there he was, stretched out, imagining his wingman's sister on top of his desk, with very little clothes on. Maybe he should've been listening when Miroku explained to them what was the objective of "this" meeting but it didn't help that Miroku bought his little sister because he didn't feel it was "fit" to leave a seventeen year old girl home alone. Did he really think that there went little perverts preying on his little sister? He probably knew. Who couldn't?

Kagome was a walking goddess.

Sesshoumaru finally spoke up, who was standing at the open bay window, looking out, "I don't like the new designs of the motorcycles. I think they were poorly thought out."

Miroku let out a yelp of happiness before slamming down the paperwork onto the desk, "See! That's what I've been thinking the whole time. They are ugly! My twelve year old brother Sota would hate them and he loves motorcycles."

The more Miroku talked about his family. The more Inuyasha realized it was wrong to think of Kagome the way he was thinking of her. He shouldn't be imagining her bare breast and all. He should be fending guys like himself, instead of being like them. Damn, he couldn't wait until the meeting is over.

"Draw them over again and present your designs when you think they are presentable." Sesshoumaru said calmly, while in the process of throwing the designs to the designer, "Now onto more important business this meeting is adjuned. I'll see you all Monday morning. Enjoy your three day weekend."

He stood up, excusing Miroku and Kagome along with the designer out of the office. Inuyasha's eyes followed Kagome until she was out of site. He sighed, leaning back in his chair, staring at the empty hallway.

"Stop staring. She's underage, little brother." Sesshoumaru replied as he strolled across the room to his desk.

"Excuse me?"

Sesshoumaru smiled slightly, "I see the way you're gawking at her, little brother, and how your eyes follow where she goes. And to tell you the truth, I'm not impressed. Keep your head out of the gutter or we'll be losing the best wingman we've ever had."

"We're not going to lose him because I was not 'gawking'." Inuyasha said firmly.

"I know you, Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru began, "I know how your mind work and seeing that you like her is interesting but it cannot be allowed. Not only is she just a minor but you'll only end up hurting her in the end. We can't have that."

"And…" Inuyasha mocked, "The most important, I'm dating her older sister."

"You and I both know that Miroku doesn't give a damn about Kikyou." Sesshoumaru replied, "Why else would he let her date you? He has given you every reason to cheat on her. Yet, you remain faithful. I don't understand, little brother, what is it about her that keeps you faithful?"

Her little sister, Inuyasha thought as he excused himself


She let out a little sigh, while she toyed with her hair. Shewas going to see him and this was the time to show that she was no longer Kagome Higurashi the girl who never fails to embarrass herself, no; she was now, Kagome Higurashi, sex goddess. Well, she didn't want him to think that because… she was his girlfriend's little sister but a little imagination, no, that couldn't hurt.

She tried on everything, nothing seemed to scream sexy and of course, she didn't want anything to be screaming because her brother would have a cow and Kikyou would say something so cutting that it would make her feel like a whore. No, she had to wear something innocent but yet sexy, covered up but revealing. She had to both. Not in between but what?

Kagome peered into her closest again, still lying on her back. She had over a hundred dresses yet she couldn't seem to pick one. One was too cute, too sweet, too something. She needed it to be perfect. Was anything wrong with that?

"Oh God."

And then she found it—the perfect dress.


And there she was. Radiate. Perfection. Everything that was so deliciously sinful that kept everybody enraptured. Her beauty, her beauty was breathtaking. She looked like a goddess, a walking talking goddess who had a body that should be locked up in a museum not destroying the male race. All and all, he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of her.

"Wow, your sister… she looks good." Hojo gulped, holding onto a glass of wine, "Very good."

"The hell she does!" Miroku snapped as he peered over Hojo's shoulder, "If she looks good, I swear to fucking God-"

"Chill out." Inuyasha said calmly, "She looks wonderful. You should be happy for her."

He was only saying that for his benefit. Maybe he should've said it to make Miroku feel better but… he just couldn't seem to stop watching her. It was a crime in the eyes of others. A large crime, being caught with a minor could make one look bad, especially when one had a business that made the most popular motorcycles of the world. He shouldn't even be thinking about her the way he was thinking about her but he couldn't seem to help himself. It was an obsession. His obsession.

"I am." Miroku replied, "I just wish that she didn't have to grow up so soon."

Miroku only spoke like that when he was speaking of Kagome. It was sweet in a way. Inuyasha used to find it annoying. How Miroku would speak of Kagome like she could do no wrong. Now Inuyasha understood that feeling, she couldn't. She was Kagome Higurashi, she was…

"Beautiful." Hojo gasped.

"He's dead." Miroku hissed.

He probably was. Inuyasha hardly doubted that Miroku wasn't going to kill Hojo but Miroku always said that he was going to kill Hojo, mainly because he was constantly gaping at his younger sister and Sango, Kikyou's best friend. Well ex best friend. Inuyasha sighed, excusing himself to go and get some fresh air. All this commotion it was too much to take even though it was in celebration of both Sesshoumaru's and Inuyasha's successes of their businesses, marking the six hundred million mark. This was what the party was for. Celebration. He sighed, pushing back his hair, glancing at his older brother who was speaking to his wife. He kind of liked her; she wasn't anything like Sesshoumaru's overly young ex girlfriend Rin or the extremely psychotic Kagura, both after his money. Sesshoumaru's wife was nice. He guessed that was what Sesshoumaru needed, somebody who was nice and didn't care about his money. She was somebody Sesshoumaru needed and Inuyasha guessed that was a good thing.

Inuyasha tugged at the collar of his shirt before entering the balcony. He needed some fresh air. Everybody came up to him, congratulating him on his success and nudging at him to propose to Kikyou just like Sesshoumaru did to his wife at the three million mark party. He wasn't ready. He didn't want to marry Kikyou. God, he wanted children and Kikyou was just far too cold to be a mother. He couldn't imagine her as his wife. He just couldn't.

"Too much commotion, huh?"

Inuyasha slid his eyes to peer at Kagome, who was leaning over the balcony which was on the other side of the house. Her jet black hair was waving in the wind while her hand clutched onto her emerald purse bag. She didn't look like the little girl he remembered. When did it all change? When did she suddenly become…

The woman he's been wanting all along.

"Just a tad." Inuyasha said.

"A lot of drunk people, I bet." Kagome pointed out, "You probably have gotten a few proposals from your male employees."

Inuyasha chuckled lightly, joining Kagome on the rims, "Of course. No million dollar markings could be complete with drunken proposals from males. Why are you here, drunken proposals?"

"Of course." Kagome giggled underneath her hand, "Of course. No seriously, it was just getting loud in there and weird. I can't help but to feel like people was watching me."

"But they are." Inuyasha replied, "You look… wonderful."

"Oh."

"No, amazing." Inuyasha said, "So I guess everybody is surprised to see you look the way you look."

"Thanks. I think." Kagome countered.

He felt like a daredevil and felt the spur of the moment thing one felt when drinking far too much wine. He wanted her. Soon. He felt like he would burst if he didn't feel her lips upon his. He needed it… and that scared him. Needing a kiss from a seventeen year old.

"I'm going to kiss you." Inuyasha replied simply.

"Okay." Kagome said dumbfounded as Inuyasha grasped onto the back of her head, caressing her lips with his own.

She never felt so weak in her knees before. It was one of those kisses that she saw at the end of those old movies where the opera sang and the sun rose behind them. Those kisses that made her hair stand on ends. It was one of those. And maybe because he was sort of kind of her first kiss.

But it wasn't right, "We have to…"

"Stop." Inuyasha answered for her as he looked at his watch, "Nice seeing you again, Kagome."

He began turning away before he turned back around, kissing her again, this time with more urgency. He closed his eyes as he closed that void between them. Kagome Higurashi was everything he expected to be… sensual in everyway.


So I skipped around a lot. I didn't want to dwell on every scene. You need to know how they started the relationship not how they looked. Anyway, you got to read how they got together. As you can see, Inuyasha was thinking about her for a very long time and Kagome, of course just noticing him because she's kind of slow. I switch character point of view a lot in this chapter because I didn't think it would be appropriate to put a line every time it's focused on another character's thoughts I still own this story. Yes. I still do. The characters. Yeah, not yet.