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 2
Inu-yasha slept on his stomach atop his blankets and sheets. He was completely sprawled out on the sofa bed with one arm by his head cradling his pillow, the other taking up the leftover space beside him. His legs were covering in his green plaid pajama bottoms, one leg hanging over the side of the bed and the other lost among the balled up blankets and sheets. His hair was in a long braid with bits of hair that had come out of place and the mess of bangs over his eyes.
Sesshoumaru opened the door to the only bedroom with his black hair in a mess because he hadn't braided it the night before. He stretched out his arm with a yawn and walked through the door itching the contents of his black pajama pants and then rubbing his stomach with his only hand.
He passed Inu-yasha and snorted in laughter at the softly snoring man in the most ridiculous position he had seen him in yet. He leaded over a whispered in a girly voice into his ear, "Inu-yasha, you were great last night!"
The young man groaned and spoke in his sleep, "Wanna go at it again before you leave?"
Sesshoumaru stood up and then slapped his brother's ass as hard as his hand could. Inu-yasha jumped. "Fucking Hell, Sess!" he cried before slamming his face into his pillow.
His older brother grinned, "Let's do that again sometime!"
Inu-yasha groaned before turning his head to the side. "You just fucking disturbed the greatest dream I Had about a girl that came to the shop last night."
Sesshoumaru sat down on one of the benches looking at his brother after pouring himself a cup of coffee. "A girl, huh? Must have some handles in order to make you talk in your sleep."
"Not just handles, she had great lookin' wheels, too. There's probably enough gas in that girl to make a man want to go all night. Jeez, she was a hottie!"
Sesshoumaru took a sip of his coffee before reaching for his morning cigarette. "Sorry I was late coming home last night. I was talking to our new helper in the garage."
Inu-yasha rolled over on his back and looked at his brother while he rubbed his face with one hand. "You hired someone?"
Sesshoumaru lit his stick ad blew some smoke into the air. "Yeah, he'll be here around say...oh, in the next two hours; just before opening time."
Inu-yasha groaned and sat up in his bed and then scratched his upper chest. "Is he a bike mechanic?"
"Fresh from the shop class, he just needs a job and I handed it too him. You need the help anyway with the bike races and the night drag races coming up in a few days. People are going to want their choppers in shaped for the run," his older brother said as he placed his cigarette back into his mouth and bit the filter with his teeth when he spoke again. "Take a shower, you look like shit!"
Inu-yasha huffed, "And you don't either?"
Just as the words escaped his lips the sound of a girl yawning and walking out of his brother's bedroom came into view. "Morning, Sess, Inu!"
Inu-yasha watched as the girl in his brother's bathrobe made her way into the bathroom and closed the door. Inu-yasha turned to his brother with a smirk, "Heh, so that's why you were really late coming home. Your girlfriend was at the bar."
Sesshoumaru put out his cigarette. "Rin isn't my girlfriend."
His younger brother gave him a look that told him 'yeah right'. Sesshoumaru looked at him. "Hey, it's gotten a lot more personal, okay? It's more like an affair. You should try looking for a real girl than dreaming of 'em and look into loosing the one thing you haven't given up yet either."
Inu-yasha groaned, "Shut up, Sess! You don't have to tell the world that I'm still a damn virgin." He rolled back into bed while his brother laughed.
He finally picked his head up again. "Who is this new guy anyway?"
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"Name's Miroku, I'm from uptown Dakota Beach. Just graduated last Sunday from the tech school in town," the young man said as he ran his hand through his short black hair.
Sesshoumaru who was sitting in his chair and Inu-yasha who was sitting on his brother's desk looked at him before the oldest looked at his resume. "Says here you're 20, Miroku, and you graduated this year?"
The young man rubbed his hands together. "Well, you see I had cancer for sometime and I missed out on two years with all the recovering and radiation."
Both brothers showed their understanding with the same reaction, a long 'oh' and a few nods.
A moment later, Inu-yasha was in the shop at the newest set of bikes that had to be worked on that day, while Miroku set up his work bench in the cleared out space for him. He looked at his long haired co-worker as he set up his tools and other whatnots. "So, you're Sesshoumaru's younger brother?"
"Yep! Been working with choppers my whole life since I was a kid, and opened shop when Sess lost his arm." Inu-yasha picked up a pair of pliers and wires with tubes.
Miroku nodded as he removed his shirt to put on one that was more suited for working with cycles. "How did your brother loose his arm?"
Inu-yasha froze before getting the nerve to move again. He didn't look at Miroku and instead looked down at what was in his hands before kneeling on the cement floor. "Motorcycle accident," he said with little emotion behind it.
Miroku raised his eye brows and whistled as I went to grab one of the bikes in need of repair. He grabbed a socket wrench and looked over what needed to be fixed. "That bad of a story, huh?"
Inu-yasha continued working on the wiring. "Let's just say it wasn't one of his finest moments...and nor was it for me."
Miroku nodded his head and turned to the open door when he heard a howling motorcycle engine coming down the road. A moment later a man drove in slowly and parked his bike. Inu-yasha got to his feet a whipped his hands with his rag. Once the engine was turned off, Inu-yasha studied him carefully. He had heard that engine before.
"Can I help you?" he asked, and not a second to soon, the rider removed his helmet that was decorated with a pack of wolves on the run.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the dog brothers. So this is where you two puppies ran off to after I kicked your asses in the downtown drag race," he mocked as he got off his bike and kicked out the stand. Inu-yasha merely griped his rag as the black pony-tailed man came over to him.
"What do you want?" Inu-yasha growled.
Koga smirked triumphantly, "Oh come now, Inu-yasha. If my girlfriend hadn't told me her story about how you've helped her, I wouldn't have found this place. Besides, I need someone to fix my ride's headlight before Saturday and I don't have the time. I have a date with my girlfriend."
Inu-yasha only glared at him while he smirked and turned away with his helmet and key's in hand. "Scratch it or do one thing to fuck up my bike and I'll sue."
With that he left, "I'll send my girlfriend and sister to pick it up later."
Inu-yasha looked at the bike and thought over what Koga had just said. 'If my girlfriend hadn't told me her story about how you've helped her, I wouldn't have found this place.'
In no time Inu-yasha groaned and threw his rag to his work bench. Miroku looked at him and he covered his face with his hands. "What is it?"
Inu-yasha groaned as he ran his hands down his body to rest at his hips. "There was this girl that came here last night with a loose bolt in her engine. She must have told Koga about us." Inu-yasha paused a moment before walking to his bench. "She must also be his girlfriend."
Miroku nodded his head while he wiped his hands on his jeans. It only took him a second to suddenly start smiling at his co-worker while he leaned on his arms over his work bench to sulk. "Let me guess! She got long legs...soft curves...round breasts--"
Inu-yasha spun around and pointed to him. "Alright, let's get something straight here. There's a thing we call Biker Talk around here okay? A woman is like ride, got it? Legs are wheels, breasts are handles, and curves are chrome."
Miroku laughed as he crossed his arms. "Really, so what do you biker's call a woman's hot spot, her engine?"
Inu-yasha blushed a little. "No," he stopped and crossed his arms as he leaned his back against the bench, "that's their heart."
Miroku shook his head. "Must be some ride, huh?"
Inu-yasha moaned as he ran his hands through is bangs. "Hell yeah! The kind of ride you wouldn't want to stop riding until the world came to an end; and, maybe even after that."
Inu-yasha hopped up on his bench and sat down while he looked at Koga's bike. Miroku came to his side and did the same as he leaned his hip against the edge. "So, what would you call a ride like that?"
Inu-yasha smirked as he folded his hands in mock prayer on his thighs and leaned his chin against them. "I'd call it...Kagome."
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Two hours later, Koga's bike was done and Inu-yasha was just polishing the shiny copper and black metal. He didn't stop until he saw himself in that painted metal. "Damn, I miss riding these things."
Miroku heard him as he was doing body work on another customer's bike. "Then why don't you have a bike? You work on 'em all the time, you should be able to build one, right?"
Inu-yasha's mouth pulled at the corner. "It's not that easy when you're working on other bikes, and buying parts isn't the cheapest thing either."
Miroku nodded his head and whipped his hands before turning his head to the street as a light blue bike came into view with two girls on it. Inu-yasha recognized the driver immediately. 'She came back!'
The engine was turned off and Kagome removed her decorated helmet before shaking her head to loosen up her hair as it flowed around her face and shoulders. To Inu-yasha the whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion, and stop once she smiled at him. "Hey!"
Inu-yasha wiped his hands and grinned. "Looks like it working just perfect."
"Thanks!" she said as she got off her bike and her rider removed her helmet. She turned to her female riding buddy. "Stay here, I'm just going to go pay the guy upstairs."
Her friend nodded and placed scooted up to the driver's half of the bike's seat and placed her helmet in her lap as her friend ran up the stairs to the boxed off loft.
Inu-yasha watched her and shook his head. "Hey, Miro, stay here and watch the bikes for me, I have to brag something in the storage closet." He tossed him the rag and Miroku nodded as Inu-yasha took a glimpse up at the girl making her way up to see his brother before he disappeared into the back.
Miroku, on the other hand, had taken an interest in this other mysterious 'ride' with long legs covered in leather boot cut pants and a purple tank top. He looked over the 'wheels' and then the 'handles' before she finally turned to him. He turned back down to his work once the girl caught him.
She looked him over. "It's a nice set of wheels, isn't it?"
He was completely unsure of how to answer her question and blushed wondering if she was referring to her legs or the bike. "Um, yeah, is it a custom made?"
She looked at Kagome's ride. "Yeah, her brother made it for her birthday."
Miroku picked up a part and began cleaning it still letting his eyes wander the girl a few more times. "Who's her brother?"
She tossed some of her hair over her shoulder. "My boyfriend, Koga, the owner of the bike we came to get."
Miroku looked up and dropped the piece of metal on the floor, completely surprised. The girl giggled and looked down at her helmet. "I know, you'd think a drag race cyclist would pick a better looking chick then a bar owner."
Miroku of course was thinking the complete opposite when she said that. "Wait, you're telling me that that girl is his sister, and you're his girlfriend?"
She nodded slowly wondering why he was so surprised over the whole thing. She twisted to her side and held out her hand. "I'm sorry, I should introduce myself. I'm Sango from the Exterminator's Bar about three blocks from here."
Miroku looked at her hand and wiped his own quickly to take hold of it. "Miroku!" he said and as he said that he took the moment to memorize her soft palm in his hand. She pulled it away and brushed a stray hair away from her face.
A second later, Inu-yasha walked back in with the parts he needed for the next bike he had to fix and dumped them on his work bench. A second later Kagome came down the stairs as well and stopped once she came up to Inu- yasha with a fifty rolled up in her fingers. "Here, my brother can be a really big jerk when it comes to tipping and stuff. Your brother told me what happened today, and I should apologize."
Inu-yasha looked at the bill and then at her with a dumbfounded look on his face. "Your...brother?"
Kagome smiled and nodded. "I told Sango, his girlfriend here about your place when I got home and she told my brother this morning. I just came with her because she doesn't trust herself on my brother's bike."
She picked up her helmet and rapped her arms around it. Kagome played with her knees for a moment and pulled the helmet behind her to watch them disappear and re-appear through the holes in her blue jeans. Her pink, square neck, tee didn't help Inu-yasha to think more clearly anyway.
He finally turned away to regain his senses and look at the bill in his hand. "Um, this is a pretty big tip for body work and a tune up."
Kagome looked up at him and smiled. "I know, but some of that is for last night."
Inu-yasha looked at the bill and then opened a cash box he kept, and made some change. He handed her back thirty dollars, and smiled. "I can live with twenty."
Kagome looked at the money and then smiled a little before walking to her brother's bike to start it up. The howling engine fired up and Kagome put of her angle wings helmet. She waved a little and then pulled the visor down once Sango had started up her bike and moved out. Soon, both girls drove down the street and were gone.
Miroku came to Inu-yasha's side. "She's his sister, and the other one is his girlfriend."
Inu-yasha groaned and picked up apart. "You know I think I was just fine with thinking he was her girlfriend, but sister? Crap!"
Miroku smiled, "Could be worse!"
Inu-yasha got down at his knees as he ripped oven the box containing the part with force. "How could it possibly be worse?"
Miroku shrugged his shoulders, "She could be his sister, and be dating another guy."
Inu-yasha smirked and laughed with some amusement. Miroku shook his head and went back to work. However, time would tell how right he really was.
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There ya go, folks! Kinda twisted, huh? I need it to be, so just deal with the over protective brother thing for now.
The song in my last chapter was "What kind of Love are You On?" by Areosmith from the soundtrack "Armageddon"
A Ride Called Kagome
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Chapter 2
Inu-yasha slept on his stomach atop his blankets and sheets. He was completely sprawled out on the sofa bed with one arm by his head cradling his pillow, the other taking up the leftover space beside him. His legs were covering in his green plaid pajama bottoms, one leg hanging over the side of the bed and the other lost among the balled up blankets and sheets. His hair was in a long braid with bits of hair that had come out of place and the mess of bangs over his eyes.
Sesshoumaru opened the door to the only bedroom with his black hair in a mess because he hadn't braided it the night before. He stretched out his arm with a yawn and walked through the door itching the contents of his black pajama pants and then rubbing his stomach with his only hand.
He passed Inu-yasha and snorted in laughter at the softly snoring man in the most ridiculous position he had seen him in yet. He leaded over a whispered in a girly voice into his ear, "Inu-yasha, you were great last night!"
The young man groaned and spoke in his sleep, "Wanna go at it again before you leave?"
Sesshoumaru stood up and then slapped his brother's ass as hard as his hand could. Inu-yasha jumped. "Fucking Hell, Sess!" he cried before slamming his face into his pillow.
His older brother grinned, "Let's do that again sometime!"
Inu-yasha groaned before turning his head to the side. "You just fucking disturbed the greatest dream I Had about a girl that came to the shop last night."
Sesshoumaru sat down on one of the benches looking at his brother after pouring himself a cup of coffee. "A girl, huh? Must have some handles in order to make you talk in your sleep."
"Not just handles, she had great lookin' wheels, too. There's probably enough gas in that girl to make a man want to go all night. Jeez, she was a hottie!"
Sesshoumaru took a sip of his coffee before reaching for his morning cigarette. "Sorry I was late coming home last night. I was talking to our new helper in the garage."
Inu-yasha rolled over on his back and looked at his brother while he rubbed his face with one hand. "You hired someone?"
Sesshoumaru lit his stick ad blew some smoke into the air. "Yeah, he'll be here around say...oh, in the next two hours; just before opening time."
Inu-yasha groaned and sat up in his bed and then scratched his upper chest. "Is he a bike mechanic?"
"Fresh from the shop class, he just needs a job and I handed it too him. You need the help anyway with the bike races and the night drag races coming up in a few days. People are going to want their choppers in shaped for the run," his older brother said as he placed his cigarette back into his mouth and bit the filter with his teeth when he spoke again. "Take a shower, you look like shit!"
Inu-yasha huffed, "And you don't either?"
Just as the words escaped his lips the sound of a girl yawning and walking out of his brother's bedroom came into view. "Morning, Sess, Inu!"
Inu-yasha watched as the girl in his brother's bathrobe made her way into the bathroom and closed the door. Inu-yasha turned to his brother with a smirk, "Heh, so that's why you were really late coming home. Your girlfriend was at the bar."
Sesshoumaru put out his cigarette. "Rin isn't my girlfriend."
His younger brother gave him a look that told him 'yeah right'. Sesshoumaru looked at him. "Hey, it's gotten a lot more personal, okay? It's more like an affair. You should try looking for a real girl than dreaming of 'em and look into loosing the one thing you haven't given up yet either."
Inu-yasha groaned, "Shut up, Sess! You don't have to tell the world that I'm still a damn virgin." He rolled back into bed while his brother laughed.
He finally picked his head up again. "Who is this new guy anyway?"
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"Name's Miroku, I'm from uptown Dakota Beach. Just graduated last Sunday from the tech school in town," the young man said as he ran his hand through his short black hair.
Sesshoumaru who was sitting in his chair and Inu-yasha who was sitting on his brother's desk looked at him before the oldest looked at his resume. "Says here you're 20, Miroku, and you graduated this year?"
The young man rubbed his hands together. "Well, you see I had cancer for sometime and I missed out on two years with all the recovering and radiation."
Both brothers showed their understanding with the same reaction, a long 'oh' and a few nods.
A moment later, Inu-yasha was in the shop at the newest set of bikes that had to be worked on that day, while Miroku set up his work bench in the cleared out space for him. He looked at his long haired co-worker as he set up his tools and other whatnots. "So, you're Sesshoumaru's younger brother?"
"Yep! Been working with choppers my whole life since I was a kid, and opened shop when Sess lost his arm." Inu-yasha picked up a pair of pliers and wires with tubes.
Miroku nodded as he removed his shirt to put on one that was more suited for working with cycles. "How did your brother loose his arm?"
Inu-yasha froze before getting the nerve to move again. He didn't look at Miroku and instead looked down at what was in his hands before kneeling on the cement floor. "Motorcycle accident," he said with little emotion behind it.
Miroku raised his eye brows and whistled as I went to grab one of the bikes in need of repair. He grabbed a socket wrench and looked over what needed to be fixed. "That bad of a story, huh?"
Inu-yasha continued working on the wiring. "Let's just say it wasn't one of his finest moments...and nor was it for me."
Miroku nodded his head and turned to the open door when he heard a howling motorcycle engine coming down the road. A moment later a man drove in slowly and parked his bike. Inu-yasha got to his feet a whipped his hands with his rag. Once the engine was turned off, Inu-yasha studied him carefully. He had heard that engine before.
"Can I help you?" he asked, and not a second to soon, the rider removed his helmet that was decorated with a pack of wolves on the run.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the dog brothers. So this is where you two puppies ran off to after I kicked your asses in the downtown drag race," he mocked as he got off his bike and kicked out the stand. Inu-yasha merely griped his rag as the black pony-tailed man came over to him.
"What do you want?" Inu-yasha growled.
Koga smirked triumphantly, "Oh come now, Inu-yasha. If my girlfriend hadn't told me her story about how you've helped her, I wouldn't have found this place. Besides, I need someone to fix my ride's headlight before Saturday and I don't have the time. I have a date with my girlfriend."
Inu-yasha only glared at him while he smirked and turned away with his helmet and key's in hand. "Scratch it or do one thing to fuck up my bike and I'll sue."
With that he left, "I'll send my girlfriend and sister to pick it up later."
Inu-yasha looked at the bike and thought over what Koga had just said. 'If my girlfriend hadn't told me her story about how you've helped her, I wouldn't have found this place.'
In no time Inu-yasha groaned and threw his rag to his work bench. Miroku looked at him and he covered his face with his hands. "What is it?"
Inu-yasha groaned as he ran his hands down his body to rest at his hips. "There was this girl that came here last night with a loose bolt in her engine. She must have told Koga about us." Inu-yasha paused a moment before walking to his bench. "She must also be his girlfriend."
Miroku nodded his head while he wiped his hands on his jeans. It only took him a second to suddenly start smiling at his co-worker while he leaned on his arms over his work bench to sulk. "Let me guess! She got long legs...soft curves...round breasts--"
Inu-yasha spun around and pointed to him. "Alright, let's get something straight here. There's a thing we call Biker Talk around here okay? A woman is like ride, got it? Legs are wheels, breasts are handles, and curves are chrome."
Miroku laughed as he crossed his arms. "Really, so what do you biker's call a woman's hot spot, her engine?"
Inu-yasha blushed a little. "No," he stopped and crossed his arms as he leaned his back against the bench, "that's their heart."
Miroku shook his head. "Must be some ride, huh?"
Inu-yasha moaned as he ran his hands through is bangs. "Hell yeah! The kind of ride you wouldn't want to stop riding until the world came to an end; and, maybe even after that."
Inu-yasha hopped up on his bench and sat down while he looked at Koga's bike. Miroku came to his side and did the same as he leaned his hip against the edge. "So, what would you call a ride like that?"
Inu-yasha smirked as he folded his hands in mock prayer on his thighs and leaned his chin against them. "I'd call it...Kagome."
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Two hours later, Koga's bike was done and Inu-yasha was just polishing the shiny copper and black metal. He didn't stop until he saw himself in that painted metal. "Damn, I miss riding these things."
Miroku heard him as he was doing body work on another customer's bike. "Then why don't you have a bike? You work on 'em all the time, you should be able to build one, right?"
Inu-yasha's mouth pulled at the corner. "It's not that easy when you're working on other bikes, and buying parts isn't the cheapest thing either."
Miroku nodded his head and whipped his hands before turning his head to the street as a light blue bike came into view with two girls on it. Inu-yasha recognized the driver immediately. 'She came back!'
The engine was turned off and Kagome removed her decorated helmet before shaking her head to loosen up her hair as it flowed around her face and shoulders. To Inu-yasha the whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion, and stop once she smiled at him. "Hey!"
Inu-yasha wiped his hands and grinned. "Looks like it working just perfect."
"Thanks!" she said as she got off her bike and her rider removed her helmet. She turned to her female riding buddy. "Stay here, I'm just going to go pay the guy upstairs."
Her friend nodded and placed scooted up to the driver's half of the bike's seat and placed her helmet in her lap as her friend ran up the stairs to the boxed off loft.
Inu-yasha watched her and shook his head. "Hey, Miro, stay here and watch the bikes for me, I have to brag something in the storage closet." He tossed him the rag and Miroku nodded as Inu-yasha took a glimpse up at the girl making her way up to see his brother before he disappeared into the back.
Miroku, on the other hand, had taken an interest in this other mysterious 'ride' with long legs covered in leather boot cut pants and a purple tank top. He looked over the 'wheels' and then the 'handles' before she finally turned to him. He turned back down to his work once the girl caught him.
She looked him over. "It's a nice set of wheels, isn't it?"
He was completely unsure of how to answer her question and blushed wondering if she was referring to her legs or the bike. "Um, yeah, is it a custom made?"
She looked at Kagome's ride. "Yeah, her brother made it for her birthday."
Miroku picked up a part and began cleaning it still letting his eyes wander the girl a few more times. "Who's her brother?"
She tossed some of her hair over her shoulder. "My boyfriend, Koga, the owner of the bike we came to get."
Miroku looked up and dropped the piece of metal on the floor, completely surprised. The girl giggled and looked down at her helmet. "I know, you'd think a drag race cyclist would pick a better looking chick then a bar owner."
Miroku of course was thinking the complete opposite when she said that. "Wait, you're telling me that that girl is his sister, and you're his girlfriend?"
She nodded slowly wondering why he was so surprised over the whole thing. She twisted to her side and held out her hand. "I'm sorry, I should introduce myself. I'm Sango from the Exterminator's Bar about three blocks from here."
Miroku looked at her hand and wiped his own quickly to take hold of it. "Miroku!" he said and as he said that he took the moment to memorize her soft palm in his hand. She pulled it away and brushed a stray hair away from her face.
A second later, Inu-yasha walked back in with the parts he needed for the next bike he had to fix and dumped them on his work bench. A second later Kagome came down the stairs as well and stopped once she came up to Inu- yasha with a fifty rolled up in her fingers. "Here, my brother can be a really big jerk when it comes to tipping and stuff. Your brother told me what happened today, and I should apologize."
Inu-yasha looked at the bill and then at her with a dumbfounded look on his face. "Your...brother?"
Kagome smiled and nodded. "I told Sango, his girlfriend here about your place when I got home and she told my brother this morning. I just came with her because she doesn't trust herself on my brother's bike."
She picked up her helmet and rapped her arms around it. Kagome played with her knees for a moment and pulled the helmet behind her to watch them disappear and re-appear through the holes in her blue jeans. Her pink, square neck, tee didn't help Inu-yasha to think more clearly anyway.
He finally turned away to regain his senses and look at the bill in his hand. "Um, this is a pretty big tip for body work and a tune up."
Kagome looked up at him and smiled. "I know, but some of that is for last night."
Inu-yasha looked at the bill and then opened a cash box he kept, and made some change. He handed her back thirty dollars, and smiled. "I can live with twenty."
Kagome looked at the money and then smiled a little before walking to her brother's bike to start it up. The howling engine fired up and Kagome put of her angle wings helmet. She waved a little and then pulled the visor down once Sango had started up her bike and moved out. Soon, both girls drove down the street and were gone.
Miroku came to Inu-yasha's side. "She's his sister, and the other one is his girlfriend."
Inu-yasha groaned and picked up apart. "You know I think I was just fine with thinking he was her girlfriend, but sister? Crap!"
Miroku smiled, "Could be worse!"
Inu-yasha got down at his knees as he ripped oven the box containing the part with force. "How could it possibly be worse?"
Miroku shrugged his shoulders, "She could be his sister, and be dating another guy."
Inu-yasha smirked and laughed with some amusement. Miroku shook his head and went back to work. However, time would tell how right he really was.
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There ya go, folks! Kinda twisted, huh? I need it to be, so just deal with the over protective brother thing for now.
The song in my last chapter was "What kind of Love are You On?" by Areosmith from the soundtrack "Armageddon"