Disclaimer; Awe come on! Everyone knows who make Inu-yasha by now. Fine,
Inu-yasha is not mine.
A Ride Called Kagome
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Chapter 1
Daytona Beach, Florida is known for its countless races such as the 500, but the world of speed goes a lot farther that just cars going around in circles.
The motorcycle is every man's dream ride, pride, and their chick magnet. It was a symbol of strength, protection, and immortality. Cycles were the pride of every man because if they lost a girl, they still had their bike and the feel of freedom on the open road. They were the gods of every road in Daytona, and their bike's, their royal carriage.
"Fuck!"
Then, there were the men who lived to fix those carriages.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Sesshoumaru heard the yelling from his loft office and rolled hi eyes as he opened the window on the other side of the desk. "What the hell are you mouthing off about?"
Inu-yasha looked up from the bike and up at the box off loft where his brother did made the orders for motorcycle parts and did the paper work. "I swear if I every see Corey bring this hunk of crap in here again, I'm gonna turn him down. He should just get a new bike for crying out loud."
Inu-yasha picked up his wrench and threw it against his work bench as he ran up the flight of stairs and into his brother's office to pull out the first aid box. "I hurt my wrist. Shit, it hurts!"
Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes again and went back to his desk and picked up his pen to look over order forms. "Quit your swearing already, I get the idea."
Inu-yasha picked up the bandage and began wrapping his wrist in the tan cloth. "Hey, look, I know you've been in more pain than me, losing your arm in the crash and all, but it wasn't my fault."
Sesshoumaru looked up for his desk and looked at his left shoulder that had the sleeve dangling. "What you ashamed to have a one armed brother?"
Inu-yasha groaned and looked at him, and Sesshoumaru laughed after getting the look he was trying to achieve. He picked up his pen again and licked his thumb as he picked out a file from the cabinet beside him. Inu-yasha picked up the hem of his shirt and used it to wipe the grease and sweat from his face. He flicked his long braid of black hair over his shoulder and leaned over his brother's desk. "How's it looking?"
Sesshoumaru groaned, "I'll tell you one thing, the prices are getting higher on engine parts these days. We may loose some customers of we have to raise the prices."
Inu-yasha bowed his head and sighed before running his hand through his bangs. "I don't know if that's bad news or good news."
Sesshoumaru looked at his little brother as he got up from his chair as it squeaked and scratched the cement floor. "We'll think of something," he reassured him as he headed out the door and down the stairs.
Inu-yasha followed him as his slid down the rail and landed on his feet he picked up a wrench and a rag mixed with grease. "Alright, bolt from Hell; let's see how you face against the grease treatment."
Sesshoumaru reached into his pocket and looked at his brother as he watched his brother grease the bolt and begin turning. He shook his head, "Inu, that's the valve bolt if you turn to fast you'll--" but of course Sesshoumaru was too late in forewarning his brother, and in no time the 21 year old was smeared in oil.
Sesshoumaru snorted in laughter as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and pulled out a stick placing it between his lips. "You're an idiot!"
Inu spat on the ground, "Shut up, Sess!"
The elder brother only shook his head as he went out side the garage and looked out over the side walk at the beach. He look to his brother a second later after Inu-yasha cleaned the oil from his face with moist wipes. He held out the pack of cigarettes to him. "You wanna smoke?"
Inu rubbed his face, "Naw, I'm trying to quit. I haven't smoked since you lost your arm. Smoked enough that day to probably get cancer and die from it in the same day."
Sesshoumaru lit his cigarette and inhaled as he looked out at the beach again. "Business is going to pick up soon."
Inu-yasha looked to the oil leaking out of the bike. "Really? I thought it already had?"
Sesshoumaru blew a cloud of white smoke from his nostrils. "Well, it could be because of the hype and need to break out the old racing bikes again. The downtown drag races are going to start picking up now that a lot of high school students are getting out. Some of the seniors need money for college, and a lot are going to risk the races in order to get their hands on some cash."
Inu-yasha smirked as he picked up his funnel and a can of oil. "I miss racing."
Sesshoumaru snorted as he looked at his cigarette and then glanced at his arm. "I don't!"
Inu-yasha burst out a laugh. "Liar!"
"Seriously! Inu, if you think I was in it for the money or the fame you're wrong." He took a swig from his stick and glanced at his brother. "I was in it for the feel of the ride, and the rush."
Inu smirked and shook his head. "You're so full of shit."
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and flicked his butt into the street. "I'm going to Exterminators for a drink. You want anything?"
Inu-yasha shook his head. "I got to finish Corey's bike by tonight, and then I've got three more that need to be done before the owners come an' get 'em."
Sesshoumaru looked at him for a moment and shrugged his shoulder as he walked down the street waving his hand farewell to his brother, "See you in a half an hour."
Inu-yasha just grunted as he slaved over the engine before him. "Damn thing!"
*~*
It was night fall, and Sesshoumaru had not returned in a half an hour like her said he would. Inu-yasha could have cared less about the whole thing. His excuse was that there was probably something attractive about a guy who lost his arm in a motorcycle accident.
He was on the third bike that had to be done that day and he was working into the late hours of his shift, but Inu-yasha and his brother lived on the floor upstairs. Inu-yasha slept on the fold out sofa-bed, while Sesshoumaru hogged the only bedroom. It made sense though since it was Inu- yasha who worked into the wee hours of the morning before finally going to bed and sleeping until opening time.
It was about ten at night, and the shop should have been closed three hours ago, but Inu-yasha kept the garage door open because he didn't know if Sess had the building's key in him. Inu-yasha got to his feet and rolled the last bike of the day into its corner of the garage.
He rubbed his hands together and grabbed a rag as he wiped his hands for the unknown number that day. Inu-yasha tossed the rag over to the corner once he was done and placed his hands on his hips and let out a sigh.
He then looked to his radio and turned it in so it would play the CD in its player. He waited for the disc to process through, before he listened to the guitar cords before the music began to blend. Inu-yasha picked up a broom and twirled it around for a moment, before sweeping up the smooth cement floor.
His lips moved dictating each word without a sound coming from his mouth as she swept the floor free of dirt and any other kind of item on the floor that related to motorcycles.
[i]You say one thing then you do another
You got it all wrong so you blame it on your mother
You're kickin' the dog, don't you kick at the cat
You know it ain't cool, but ya like it like that [/i]
Inu-yasha played with the handle of the broom and pretended it was microphone as he looked out over the bikes and the garage as he turned to his work desk. He air guitar-ed until the next bunch of lyrics came up in the song.
[i]Everybody's talkin' 'bout what it is what it ain't
Kiss on the devil and ya piss off a saint
Well I can't do love if you don't have to crawl
You say you don't need nothin' but you got to have it all [/i]
Inu-yasha picked up the mop next which was perfectly dry and brought it over to the center of the garage floor and looked at the object with it's dirty mop fibers in his face as if it were hair.
[i]I wanna know
What kind of love are you on? [/i]
At that moment, as the chorus went through a figure in a white v-neck shirt and a plaid kilt style skirt. Her legs were completed with black fishnet hose and knee high heeled boots, and one side of her jet black hair was pulled back with a shiny clip.
She took two steps into the garage unnoticed and smiled as she caught Inu- yasha playing an air guitar. It only took her a moment to take step back an lean against the wall as Inu-yasha rotated his hips kneeled on the floor with the end of the handle at his lips.
[i]When Jack took Jill up that hill
She charged his ass a quarter
Well, he flipped his lid, 'cause what she did
Awe, she shouldn't hadn't bothered [/i]
Inu-yasha smiled and closed his eyes as he spun around and played his non- existing instrument as the guitar solo came up in the song. He got spun around and landed on his knees as he faced the door way, ready to sing the next piece. Instead his eyes fell on the girl leaning on the wall by the garage door.
Instantly, his face felt hot, and at the same time his eye were fixed on the girl. He felt his hear skip a beat and a lump build in his throat as he froze and looked at the giggling girl at the door.
[i]Rockin' in the cradle with a high school vamp
Screamin' at a honey like an old true tramp
Up, down, sideways, goin' in and outta things
Everybody ask me why you kiss me 'cause it make me cry [/i]
Inu-yasha finally snapped back into reality and hopped to his feet and stopped the music as the girl approached him and put her hands behind her back after she pushed a stray hair out of her face. He turned around and took a hard gulp and tried to control his breathing. "Um, ah...Sorry about that, I was just doing some, ah, cleaning."
She smiled and looked at her feet. "So, I can see."
Inu-yasha took a moment to look the girl over and saw that there was a sweater wrapped around her waist. 'Okay, Inu! Think about this. Private school get up, so she could be a minor. Yeah right a girl with those wheels? Not to mention the look of those handles. She's got to be 16...at the least. Still, she's got to be a minor then. Damn, and a hottie one too.'
She walked up to him and tapped her heels as she looked at him and tipped her head to the side once she realized where his stair had fallen. Inu- yasha woke up and redirected his eye contact with her face. "Um, sorry...Ah, I was just closing up shop if you're here for something I won't be able to help you until tomorrow morning."
She frowned and sighed, and then turned back to look at him. "I don't mean to be rude, honestly. You see...it's my bike. I have this clicking noise when I ride it and I just need someone to look at it."
'Oh, it's just her bicycle that needs fixing." Inu-yasha leaned on his work bench and narrowed his brow. "What kind of clicking?"
She rubbed her shoulder which pressed her breasts together and showed off at her neckline. Inu-yasha took a hard gulp and mentally kicked himself to be a gentleman.
The black haired girl looked at him with the most beautiful sad eyes he had ever seen, and the message was clearly the kind any man got from a damsel in distress. She spoke softly saying, "It's sort of like a random clicking, more like rattling."
Inu-yasha now had the mental picture of a simple bicycle in his mind with a something caught in the gears. Well, he could help her with that. "Why don't you get your bike and I'll see what I can do?"
His heart could have melted when he saw her smile and she nodded with a girly "ok" and ran out to get her bike. Inu-yasha quickly smirked and went to grab the grease and a wrench as he turned around picked up his rag.
When he looked up he was completely taken by surprise when she rolled in a light blue and silver bike complete with covers over the engine to keep her long shapely legs cool so she could ride in that skirt. The handles were curved and the wheels were average sized with metallic light blue paint that made the machine shimmer, and the glittery silver paint only added to its beauty.
"Whoa!" he said in a low toned voice.
She kick out the stand and took her helmet off the handles as Inu-yasha looked over the bike. "I've never seen this series before."
She walked toward his work bench and placed her helmet down. "It's not apart of any series. It's a custom made bike someone made for my eighteenth birthday. I designed it and everything, but he was the one who put it together."
Inu-yasha cleaned his hands on his rag before running his hand over the smooth metal. He looked at the beautiful machine before him and looked to the girl once he got to on his feet again. "It's a really nice machine," he said, even though the little voice in his head was rejoicing at the fact she wasn't a minor.
She smiled at the comment, but it was a little weak as she walked over and detached the piece of metal that covered the engine and protected her legs. "It usually sounds like it's coming from around here."
Inu-yasha knelt down for a moment before turning on a light to look into the bike. "Well, let's see what we got here."
He looked over her engine, knowing that is had to be a damn loose bolt. He took his wrench into hand and handed the light to her. "Here, hold this for me, would you?"
"Sure," she responded sweetly as she held the light while he touched each of the bolts and nuts on her engine until he finally found a loose one. "Bingo, come 'ere sucker!"
She giggled, and his heart fluttered at the sound of her laugh. 'Damn she's got a cute giggle and nice smile, too. What is that? Damn if that's her perfume then I bet she wears it often.'
He twisted the loose bolt and then took the lamp from her hand and turned it off. He then took the cover with great care and locked it back into place. "That should do it."
Inu-yasha got back up to his feet and smiled at the girl and she tamed a stray hair that fell in front of her eyes. She smiled that sweet smile at him once again and mumbled, "Thank you!"
Inu-yasha felt his chest want to burst and he quickly picked up his tool and rag as he went to his work desk, and picked up a card from the shelf above it. She came up to him from behind after she rummaged through her wallet to pull out a twenty dollar bill. When he finally turned around, he caught her pull out the bill. "Here! It's all I got until I get back home."
Inu-yasha looked at the green piece of currency and pushed it away with a smile. "Naw, it's just a stupid bolt." She frowned a little and placed the bill back in her wallet. He then handed her a card. "Here, just take this and if you know anyone else who needs their ride repaired, just have 'em bring it down."
She looked at the card "'Dog Duo Repair and Body', I'll keep it in mind."
She placed the card in her wallet and then grabbed her keys as she grabbed her helmet off of the work bench. Just as she did though he grabbed hold of her helmet and looked at it. "Angel wings?"
She smiled and turned back to him. "Yeah, it kinda came with the bike. It's a nickname."
Inu-yasha looked at her with an odd feeling building in his chest. "Angel?"
She blushed and looked down at her helmet after feeling the slight pull at the corner of her mouth. Inu-yasha turned the helmet on its side and saw pink elegant letters spelled out. "'Kagome', what's that?"
She blinked and looked at him feeling her face get warmer. "That's my name."
Inu-yasha smirked and let go of the helmet. "It's a great name."
Kagome took hold of her helmet and looked at him with her large brown eyes and batted them a few times feeling flattered. 'He's really sweet for a mechanic. Nice eyes too. I've never seen eyes with his color before.'
Kagome looked down at her helmet and placed it over her raven black hair and walked over toward her bike, and got on. She started the engine and smiled at the sound of clatter was gone.
"Thanks, again!" she said sweetly, and backed out her bike on to the road. A moment latter she looked at him as he leaned outside the door. She smiled and put her clear visor down before giving the machine gas and drove it down the road like a speeding bullet. The sound of the engine almost sounded like crying to Inu-yasha's ears.
Once the sound of Kagome's engine was gone, he turned back into the garage. He had only one question on his mind through out the rest of the night. Would he ever see her again?
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Okay, there's the first chapter! Next chapter, we meet up with the rest of the crew, and Sesshoumaru hires someone to help Inu-yasha with repairs, and you won't believe who it is.
See you soon!
A Ride Called Kagome
~~~~
Chapter 1
Daytona Beach, Florida is known for its countless races such as the 500, but the world of speed goes a lot farther that just cars going around in circles.
The motorcycle is every man's dream ride, pride, and their chick magnet. It was a symbol of strength, protection, and immortality. Cycles were the pride of every man because if they lost a girl, they still had their bike and the feel of freedom on the open road. They were the gods of every road in Daytona, and their bike's, their royal carriage.
"Fuck!"
Then, there were the men who lived to fix those carriages.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Sesshoumaru heard the yelling from his loft office and rolled hi eyes as he opened the window on the other side of the desk. "What the hell are you mouthing off about?"
Inu-yasha looked up from the bike and up at the box off loft where his brother did made the orders for motorcycle parts and did the paper work. "I swear if I every see Corey bring this hunk of crap in here again, I'm gonna turn him down. He should just get a new bike for crying out loud."
Inu-yasha picked up his wrench and threw it against his work bench as he ran up the flight of stairs and into his brother's office to pull out the first aid box. "I hurt my wrist. Shit, it hurts!"
Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes again and went back to his desk and picked up his pen to look over order forms. "Quit your swearing already, I get the idea."
Inu-yasha picked up the bandage and began wrapping his wrist in the tan cloth. "Hey, look, I know you've been in more pain than me, losing your arm in the crash and all, but it wasn't my fault."
Sesshoumaru looked up for his desk and looked at his left shoulder that had the sleeve dangling. "What you ashamed to have a one armed brother?"
Inu-yasha groaned and looked at him, and Sesshoumaru laughed after getting the look he was trying to achieve. He picked up his pen again and licked his thumb as he picked out a file from the cabinet beside him. Inu-yasha picked up the hem of his shirt and used it to wipe the grease and sweat from his face. He flicked his long braid of black hair over his shoulder and leaned over his brother's desk. "How's it looking?"
Sesshoumaru groaned, "I'll tell you one thing, the prices are getting higher on engine parts these days. We may loose some customers of we have to raise the prices."
Inu-yasha bowed his head and sighed before running his hand through his bangs. "I don't know if that's bad news or good news."
Sesshoumaru looked at his little brother as he got up from his chair as it squeaked and scratched the cement floor. "We'll think of something," he reassured him as he headed out the door and down the stairs.
Inu-yasha followed him as his slid down the rail and landed on his feet he picked up a wrench and a rag mixed with grease. "Alright, bolt from Hell; let's see how you face against the grease treatment."
Sesshoumaru reached into his pocket and looked at his brother as he watched his brother grease the bolt and begin turning. He shook his head, "Inu, that's the valve bolt if you turn to fast you'll--" but of course Sesshoumaru was too late in forewarning his brother, and in no time the 21 year old was smeared in oil.
Sesshoumaru snorted in laughter as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and pulled out a stick placing it between his lips. "You're an idiot!"
Inu spat on the ground, "Shut up, Sess!"
The elder brother only shook his head as he went out side the garage and looked out over the side walk at the beach. He look to his brother a second later after Inu-yasha cleaned the oil from his face with moist wipes. He held out the pack of cigarettes to him. "You wanna smoke?"
Inu rubbed his face, "Naw, I'm trying to quit. I haven't smoked since you lost your arm. Smoked enough that day to probably get cancer and die from it in the same day."
Sesshoumaru lit his cigarette and inhaled as he looked out at the beach again. "Business is going to pick up soon."
Inu-yasha looked to the oil leaking out of the bike. "Really? I thought it already had?"
Sesshoumaru blew a cloud of white smoke from his nostrils. "Well, it could be because of the hype and need to break out the old racing bikes again. The downtown drag races are going to start picking up now that a lot of high school students are getting out. Some of the seniors need money for college, and a lot are going to risk the races in order to get their hands on some cash."
Inu-yasha smirked as he picked up his funnel and a can of oil. "I miss racing."
Sesshoumaru snorted as he looked at his cigarette and then glanced at his arm. "I don't!"
Inu-yasha burst out a laugh. "Liar!"
"Seriously! Inu, if you think I was in it for the money or the fame you're wrong." He took a swig from his stick and glanced at his brother. "I was in it for the feel of the ride, and the rush."
Inu smirked and shook his head. "You're so full of shit."
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and flicked his butt into the street. "I'm going to Exterminators for a drink. You want anything?"
Inu-yasha shook his head. "I got to finish Corey's bike by tonight, and then I've got three more that need to be done before the owners come an' get 'em."
Sesshoumaru looked at him for a moment and shrugged his shoulder as he walked down the street waving his hand farewell to his brother, "See you in a half an hour."
Inu-yasha just grunted as he slaved over the engine before him. "Damn thing!"
*~*
It was night fall, and Sesshoumaru had not returned in a half an hour like her said he would. Inu-yasha could have cared less about the whole thing. His excuse was that there was probably something attractive about a guy who lost his arm in a motorcycle accident.
He was on the third bike that had to be done that day and he was working into the late hours of his shift, but Inu-yasha and his brother lived on the floor upstairs. Inu-yasha slept on the fold out sofa-bed, while Sesshoumaru hogged the only bedroom. It made sense though since it was Inu- yasha who worked into the wee hours of the morning before finally going to bed and sleeping until opening time.
It was about ten at night, and the shop should have been closed three hours ago, but Inu-yasha kept the garage door open because he didn't know if Sess had the building's key in him. Inu-yasha got to his feet and rolled the last bike of the day into its corner of the garage.
He rubbed his hands together and grabbed a rag as he wiped his hands for the unknown number that day. Inu-yasha tossed the rag over to the corner once he was done and placed his hands on his hips and let out a sigh.
He then looked to his radio and turned it in so it would play the CD in its player. He waited for the disc to process through, before he listened to the guitar cords before the music began to blend. Inu-yasha picked up a broom and twirled it around for a moment, before sweeping up the smooth cement floor.
His lips moved dictating each word without a sound coming from his mouth as she swept the floor free of dirt and any other kind of item on the floor that related to motorcycles.
[i]You say one thing then you do another
You got it all wrong so you blame it on your mother
You're kickin' the dog, don't you kick at the cat
You know it ain't cool, but ya like it like that [/i]
Inu-yasha played with the handle of the broom and pretended it was microphone as he looked out over the bikes and the garage as he turned to his work desk. He air guitar-ed until the next bunch of lyrics came up in the song.
[i]Everybody's talkin' 'bout what it is what it ain't
Kiss on the devil and ya piss off a saint
Well I can't do love if you don't have to crawl
You say you don't need nothin' but you got to have it all [/i]
Inu-yasha picked up the mop next which was perfectly dry and brought it over to the center of the garage floor and looked at the object with it's dirty mop fibers in his face as if it were hair.
[i]I wanna know
What kind of love are you on? [/i]
At that moment, as the chorus went through a figure in a white v-neck shirt and a plaid kilt style skirt. Her legs were completed with black fishnet hose and knee high heeled boots, and one side of her jet black hair was pulled back with a shiny clip.
She took two steps into the garage unnoticed and smiled as she caught Inu- yasha playing an air guitar. It only took her a moment to take step back an lean against the wall as Inu-yasha rotated his hips kneeled on the floor with the end of the handle at his lips.
[i]When Jack took Jill up that hill
She charged his ass a quarter
Well, he flipped his lid, 'cause what she did
Awe, she shouldn't hadn't bothered [/i]
Inu-yasha smiled and closed his eyes as he spun around and played his non- existing instrument as the guitar solo came up in the song. He got spun around and landed on his knees as he faced the door way, ready to sing the next piece. Instead his eyes fell on the girl leaning on the wall by the garage door.
Instantly, his face felt hot, and at the same time his eye were fixed on the girl. He felt his hear skip a beat and a lump build in his throat as he froze and looked at the giggling girl at the door.
[i]Rockin' in the cradle with a high school vamp
Screamin' at a honey like an old true tramp
Up, down, sideways, goin' in and outta things
Everybody ask me why you kiss me 'cause it make me cry [/i]
Inu-yasha finally snapped back into reality and hopped to his feet and stopped the music as the girl approached him and put her hands behind her back after she pushed a stray hair out of her face. He turned around and took a hard gulp and tried to control his breathing. "Um, ah...Sorry about that, I was just doing some, ah, cleaning."
She smiled and looked at her feet. "So, I can see."
Inu-yasha took a moment to look the girl over and saw that there was a sweater wrapped around her waist. 'Okay, Inu! Think about this. Private school get up, so she could be a minor. Yeah right a girl with those wheels? Not to mention the look of those handles. She's got to be 16...at the least. Still, she's got to be a minor then. Damn, and a hottie one too.'
She walked up to him and tapped her heels as she looked at him and tipped her head to the side once she realized where his stair had fallen. Inu- yasha woke up and redirected his eye contact with her face. "Um, sorry...Ah, I was just closing up shop if you're here for something I won't be able to help you until tomorrow morning."
She frowned and sighed, and then turned back to look at him. "I don't mean to be rude, honestly. You see...it's my bike. I have this clicking noise when I ride it and I just need someone to look at it."
'Oh, it's just her bicycle that needs fixing." Inu-yasha leaned on his work bench and narrowed his brow. "What kind of clicking?"
She rubbed her shoulder which pressed her breasts together and showed off at her neckline. Inu-yasha took a hard gulp and mentally kicked himself to be a gentleman.
The black haired girl looked at him with the most beautiful sad eyes he had ever seen, and the message was clearly the kind any man got from a damsel in distress. She spoke softly saying, "It's sort of like a random clicking, more like rattling."
Inu-yasha now had the mental picture of a simple bicycle in his mind with a something caught in the gears. Well, he could help her with that. "Why don't you get your bike and I'll see what I can do?"
His heart could have melted when he saw her smile and she nodded with a girly "ok" and ran out to get her bike. Inu-yasha quickly smirked and went to grab the grease and a wrench as he turned around picked up his rag.
When he looked up he was completely taken by surprise when she rolled in a light blue and silver bike complete with covers over the engine to keep her long shapely legs cool so she could ride in that skirt. The handles were curved and the wheels were average sized with metallic light blue paint that made the machine shimmer, and the glittery silver paint only added to its beauty.
"Whoa!" he said in a low toned voice.
She kick out the stand and took her helmet off the handles as Inu-yasha looked over the bike. "I've never seen this series before."
She walked toward his work bench and placed her helmet down. "It's not apart of any series. It's a custom made bike someone made for my eighteenth birthday. I designed it and everything, but he was the one who put it together."
Inu-yasha cleaned his hands on his rag before running his hand over the smooth metal. He looked at the beautiful machine before him and looked to the girl once he got to on his feet again. "It's a really nice machine," he said, even though the little voice in his head was rejoicing at the fact she wasn't a minor.
She smiled at the comment, but it was a little weak as she walked over and detached the piece of metal that covered the engine and protected her legs. "It usually sounds like it's coming from around here."
Inu-yasha knelt down for a moment before turning on a light to look into the bike. "Well, let's see what we got here."
He looked over her engine, knowing that is had to be a damn loose bolt. He took his wrench into hand and handed the light to her. "Here, hold this for me, would you?"
"Sure," she responded sweetly as she held the light while he touched each of the bolts and nuts on her engine until he finally found a loose one. "Bingo, come 'ere sucker!"
She giggled, and his heart fluttered at the sound of her laugh. 'Damn she's got a cute giggle and nice smile, too. What is that? Damn if that's her perfume then I bet she wears it often.'
He twisted the loose bolt and then took the lamp from her hand and turned it off. He then took the cover with great care and locked it back into place. "That should do it."
Inu-yasha got back up to his feet and smiled at the girl and she tamed a stray hair that fell in front of her eyes. She smiled that sweet smile at him once again and mumbled, "Thank you!"
Inu-yasha felt his chest want to burst and he quickly picked up his tool and rag as he went to his work desk, and picked up a card from the shelf above it. She came up to him from behind after she rummaged through her wallet to pull out a twenty dollar bill. When he finally turned around, he caught her pull out the bill. "Here! It's all I got until I get back home."
Inu-yasha looked at the green piece of currency and pushed it away with a smile. "Naw, it's just a stupid bolt." She frowned a little and placed the bill back in her wallet. He then handed her a card. "Here, just take this and if you know anyone else who needs their ride repaired, just have 'em bring it down."
She looked at the card "'Dog Duo Repair and Body', I'll keep it in mind."
She placed the card in her wallet and then grabbed her keys as she grabbed her helmet off of the work bench. Just as she did though he grabbed hold of her helmet and looked at it. "Angel wings?"
She smiled and turned back to him. "Yeah, it kinda came with the bike. It's a nickname."
Inu-yasha looked at her with an odd feeling building in his chest. "Angel?"
She blushed and looked down at her helmet after feeling the slight pull at the corner of her mouth. Inu-yasha turned the helmet on its side and saw pink elegant letters spelled out. "'Kagome', what's that?"
She blinked and looked at him feeling her face get warmer. "That's my name."
Inu-yasha smirked and let go of the helmet. "It's a great name."
Kagome took hold of her helmet and looked at him with her large brown eyes and batted them a few times feeling flattered. 'He's really sweet for a mechanic. Nice eyes too. I've never seen eyes with his color before.'
Kagome looked down at her helmet and placed it over her raven black hair and walked over toward her bike, and got on. She started the engine and smiled at the sound of clatter was gone.
"Thanks, again!" she said sweetly, and backed out her bike on to the road. A moment latter she looked at him as he leaned outside the door. She smiled and put her clear visor down before giving the machine gas and drove it down the road like a speeding bullet. The sound of the engine almost sounded like crying to Inu-yasha's ears.
Once the sound of Kagome's engine was gone, he turned back into the garage. He had only one question on his mind through out the rest of the night. Would he ever see her again?
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Okay, there's the first chapter! Next chapter, we meet up with the rest of the crew, and Sesshoumaru hires someone to help Inu-yasha with repairs, and you won't believe who it is.
See you soon!