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Ch31Kagome's shock

The man's presence in the tavern was more than she could take. Out of frustration Kagome slammed down her chopsticks and a moment later made her way up to her room. "Excuse me my lady." She heard from the other side of her door not too much later. So she opened it to see what he wanted.

"The gentleman from the lobby would like your company tomorrow evening."

She nodded in response then opened her mouth locking eyes with him. She wanted to know if he left a name.

"He didn't leave his name. I noted him as Sake in your chart."

She was glad she never had to talk to communicate with him. It made her feel better. She nodded her thanks and shut the door.

The next evening the girl did her normal routine while the man who tended the bar watched her. She knew he was watching her. He had stared at her butt for years while she cleaned off the tables. He had never acted on his hidden emotions and for that she was glad. When she returned from working in a classic teahouse, he simply stared. She went up the stairs and changed into her favorite Komono. It was her favorite because of its short length; it was easily to move in. It was long sleeved with small wrap and a cute bow in the back. She helped clean the tables then returned to her place upstairs.

In her room she sat on her couch and wrote in one of her books. She had had a rough day at the teahouse and had even spilled some hot tea on herself at one point. She wrote about the man that would be coming. Then she wrote about her one and only love. She missed him so. As she wrote in her book, tears streamed down her face.

Kagome heard the old woman babbling as she came up the stairs. Kagome figured that the guy from the night before had arrived. She quickly closed the book with her old school scarf marking the page, then quickly dried her tears. She had a job to do.

"Thank you." She heard him etch out. Kagome listened to his manners and assured herself that he was just another costumer. With a knock on the door, she froze; it had begun.

The girl opened the door fully and bowed politely. When he entered the first thing he noticed were her books. She watched him walk by. His white hair a little longer than shoulder length swayed side to side as he walked. He made his way over to her bookshelf. She eyed him in annoyance; those books were hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and then kissed his neck. She took a deep breath as she led him back to the small couch. He followed with no objection. Good he's already infatuated with you. She thought. That'll make my night easier. Spinning in a small circle she successfully put him between herself and the couch. Then she pushed back on him gently applying force so as just to knock him off his feet and onto the loveseat. She stared at him a moment before reaching out her hand that was nearly covered by the long baggy sleeves of her Komono. She used her outstretched arm to balance as she crawled on top of him. Sitting on his lap with one knee pressing into the loveseat on either side of him she bent down to kiss his neck.

"Kagome…?" He asked softly.

How does he know my name? Mr. Harashi must have told him. I'll get him later for that. "That's not fair. You know my name but all I know is that Mr. Harashi calls you Sake. What do I call you anyways?"

"Anything you want." He responded.

She was utterly annoyed at his response. As he pressed his lips to hers his sharp teeth pierced her lower lip. She pulled back from the kiss; it was too much for her to handle, too endowed with emotion. Work Kagome or you don't get paid. She told herself. She carefully licked the blood from her lip then placed her hands inside his shirt and pushed ever so lightly as to expose his chest to her. Pressing her hands down firmly, she rubbed across his chest then worked her hands lower.

"KAGOME?" His eyes went wide, mouth dropped and two well-hidden fuzzy triangles popped out from his short white hair standing at attention.

At site of the ears, all her breath escaped her in a sharp scream that echoed through the tavern. She stared at the fuzzy things for a while before deterring her wide chocolate eyes to his wide melted gold. Tears started to form in her eyes. She couldn't breathe; her body wouldn't allow it.

"Inu-Yasha?" She exhaled with the last of her breath. She waited for a response. The air was still and the silence grew as the image of the man in front of her changed to one of her old memories of HIS face staring back at her. The image became a blurr and then….