Disclaimer; Awe come on! Everyone knows who make Inu-yasha by now. Fine, Inu-yasha is not mine.

A Ride Called Kagome

Chapter 5

What the heck was going on?

Kagome was sure of everything up to this point. She was Hojo's girlfriend; that's all she had to keep telling herself. Yet, why was she thinking about him, and not the man she belonged to? Why was she thinking of Inu-yasha and picturing the shape of his chest under that white shirt he wore when they worked on the bike together. Would she ever know? Would she know what that chest would feel like to run her fingers over, to press her body against, to feel his chest rise and fall adjacent to hers?

"Kagome? Hey, Dreamer, wake up!" Sango hollered waving her hands in front of Kagome's face. The young girl looked up and shook her head as she came back into reality.

"Ah, an order of two beers and a bowl of nuts for table four."

Sango raised an eyebrow in concern. "Right! Kagome, your shift was over a half an hour ago. It's 7:45 now."

Kagome spun around to look at the clock on the wall behind her. "Shit! I had to be at Inu-yasha's garage at 7, I promised him. Oh man he's going to be so mad. Fuck!"

Quickly she wrapped up her school books and stuffed them into her bag as she ran out the door. A second later she came back in and took the check in Kohaku's hand that he held up for her to take by the door. A second later the engine could be heard rumbling and making its way down the street like a growling tiger.

"Oh yeah, she is so falling for him," Kohaku grinned as me leaned back in the bar stool before turning around to clean the bar table of drops of spilled alcohol and nut shells.

Sango shook her head and turned to grab her coat. "I need a walk. Can you lock up for me?"

"You're late!" Inu-yasha said when he heard her drop her coat and bag on the floor and rushed to grab the first tool her fingers wrapped around.

"I know, work was just, ah…never mind. What do you need help on?"

Inu-yasha grabbed a rag to clean his hands. "I hate bolts!"

Kagome rolled her eyes and looked at the new stubborn piece of metal Inu-yasha was complaining over. She leaned over the table that held the bike frame up. Inu-yasha took a few steps back and watched as Kagome looked over the trouble.

Without really thinking, Inu-yasha's eyes glanced down at Kagome's back side since it was just so innocently there due to the fact she bent over to look at the bike. He looked away for a moment feeling ashamed, but then found his eyes wanting to memorize the shape and curve of her "seat" since he would never get the chance to truly admire it the way his hormones wanted him to.

It was a beautiful, soft feminine asset that Kagome possessed. A curve that worked with her hips and the grooves of her sides and back, to the shape of her thighs and into the rest of her legs…it was like she was a living piece of art work that some god or goddess had taken years to create.

Kagome reached on hand out, and her shirt rode up a little to show her waist. It was here that Inu-yasha saw her first flaw; an innocent light pink horizontal scar only inches away from her spine.

Inu-yasha's brow narrowed and without really thinking got out of his seat and walked over to her. His finger slowly darted out toward the scar and he traced it gently.

Kagome jumped and turned around to meet his violet eyes. Inu-yasha blushed at his shame for lack of thought before reaction.

"Sorry!" he said sort of shrinking back from her to give her the comfortable distance she seemed to want at that moment.

Kagome, however, wanted to recall just for that one moment the warmth of his rough fingers against her soft skin. The shiver in her spine was what made her react because she had never reacted to a man's touch that way, at least not as strongly. It was like a warm ocean spray had washed over her, and now she seemed to be wondering when the warm wave was going to take over her body.

He finally turned back to her once the color in his cheeks went down. "Where did you get that scar?"

Kagome touched her back where he had touched her. "Oh, that thing," she mumbled, smiling weakly. "It's nothing really. Just an old scar from a chopper accident I had a long time ago."

Inu-yasha waited until she had turned around and her hand moved away after touching the scar with her fingertips. He touched it again, and Kagome twitched a little.

"You fall on you back or something? How did it happen?"

Kagome tried to keep her mind clear as his fingers ran down the scar and the sensations of him touching her made her have pictures in her mind about finding any scars on his body. She was comfortable with it though, it was just curiosity that made him want to inspect her.

"It's really stupid, not one of my fondest moments in my life. It's quite the ugly little thing though. Hojo tells me I should get rid of it by going to see a doctor and seeing it there's a surgery or something that can make it less visible."

Inu-yasha narrowed his brow and looked at her. "I don't see anything wrong with it. It's just a scar."

Kagome smirked as she began pulling at the bolt Inu-yasha couldn't get, and took it off. "He just thinks it's an eyesore. I can't really hide it in a bikini or anything."

Inu-yasha moved his hand away as Kagome turned back to him, dropping the bolt in his hand and walking to the bench to get the next part. He followed her. "Kagome, can I tell you something straight out?"

She turned around, her big brown eyes locking with his violet ones. Inu-yasha swallowed for a moment and looked at the bolt in his hand before putting it down on the table with the frame mounted on it. "I think that you shouldn't listen to what your boyfriend says about your scar."

Kagome looked as though she would smack him, but he forced himself to continue. 'Courage, Inu!'

"What I'm saying is…What his opinion is shouldn't matter. If you're not happy with it or if you are it should be up to you to decide."

Kagome looked at him for a moment and smiled as she cleaned her hands with a rag. "Do you really believe that?"

He nodded like his head was mounted on a spring and it was bobbling around. Kagome laughed a little and looked at him. "Good, because I wasn't going to get rid of the scar. It has too many memories behind it."

Kagome touched her back again and placed a finger over the scar. "I got it from my first drag race in the rundown area in the southern part of town. I sneaked in and followed my brother while he wasn't looking."

She smirked and laughed. "I got into a race to try and prove to him that I could be his equal. But I lost control of the bike and fell off near one of the hazards. I got stuck in the back with a piece of metal, and had to get surgery."

Inu-yasha looked at her, "So why would you want to remember that?"

She smirked again. "Because…it was the last time I saw the Dog Brothers ride, before my brother beat them. It was the last night Kouga was actually my brother, before he forgot the causes for why he was running in those drag races.

"He forgot that he had to win that night to pay for my surgery, and when he told me one of the Dog Brother's paid the price for that, I told him I hated him. So, I wear the scar in their memory, to wear the scars the Dog Brothers' had too."

There was a moment of silence before Kagome laughed a little. "They were the classiest racers I had ever seen too. They had this way of racing that seemed almost like magic, like they were one with their rides."

Kagome blushed, "I never saw their faces. But I always wondered whose face was behind the helmet with the dog ears and Wind Dog written across it." Kagome giggled, "He seemed to be the cuter one of the two as far as I could tell."

Inu-yasha did his best not to blush and fought the urge to spread a stupid grin across his face as Kagome's bubbly laughter filled the small work room and she tossed her hair over her shoulder. He decided not to say a word, and let his grin get the best of him when he finally had is back to her to look for the catalog he had on the work desk.

"Hey, you wanna help me pick out the tank for this thing?" he asked as casually as possible.

Kagome looked up from her work and smiled as she grabbed a bench and sat next to him. As the discussed what they liked and didn't like, both hardly noticed the simple brush of their arms as they pointed to tanks of different size and shape.

"Do you think we should customize one of our own?" Kagome finally asked, after fighting over the idea for days in her head.

Inu-yasha looked at all the tanks once more and then stared at the catalog as he thought before turning to her. "It would take a lot of work, and I know a place in town, a friend of mine who could help us get it in the shape we want. What did you have in mind?"

Kagome's grin lit up the room for that one moment as she jumped off her stool to open her school bag and show him the sketch.

Inu-yasha's eyes almost popped out of his head. It was shaped almost arrowhead like in the front, and it seemed to look like it would cut through the air. Kagome pointed things out and explained, "See this is where the tank it self would be and these would just be added on to cover the engine some what. It makes it less wind resistant, like it would just cut right through it."

Inu-yasha smiled at her as he flipped his braid over his shoulder and played with the end of it tugging it a little as he thought. "I like it, but it's gonna cost mega bucks to make. I'll have to work on fixing choppers and bikes in the shop for a week or two to get the kind of money I need for it."

Kagome bit her lip slightly nervous as she looked at the floor. "I'll tell you what! I'll help you find the money for the tank."

Inu-yasha looked at her slightly puzzled. "How?"

Kagome smiled even though she was nervous about the whole idea. "Just trust me; I'll get you your money."

Sango wandered around town for hours before finally stopping to look out at the salt waters and beach where couples were just wandering around aimlessly kissing and giggling.

It had been a long time since Kouga and she had actually had some time together to even do that stuff anymore. His whole life was about those damn fucking races now. It made her angry just to even look at the beach now. She missed the way it made her feel better when she had someone to share it with.

Finally getting sick of just looking at it, Sango took of her shoes and ran out to wear the salt water broke on the sand and spread across it like frosting on a cake before it receded. She forgot her shoes some yards away and let the foamy bubbles and sea spray tickle her feet and toes and her nose as she smiled.

"Sango?" a voice suddenly said.

She turned to the direction the slightly familiar voice came from and smiled warmly as he approached her. "Miroku, hi!"

He was wearing a simple white under shirt with a small oil stain on the hem, and his jeans were even worse, but his face was clean with a simple warm smile as he walked over to her with his jacket slung casually over his arm with one finger hooked under the neckline to keep it there.

"You look kind of distant there. You were dreaming about something?"

Sango wiggled her toes in the wet sand. "I hate my boyfriend," she stated simply.

He merrily snorted out of the simple humor of it all, and looked at her. "We'll if you're looking to cheat on him you've asked the wrong man…but if you want to talk I'm all ears?"

She smiled and blushed a little. "I think he's forgotten what it used to be like before he beat the Dog Brothers in the drag races. He's forgotten what matters most to him. Like his sister for example…"

Miroku grinned, "You mean you for example right?"

Sango was a little miffed at his reminder, but nodded just the same.

"I miss walking on the beach with him after dark with the full moon out, but now that I think of it, even then all he talked about was those stupid races."

Sango kicked some sand into the ocean before gasping and hopping on one foot. Miroku dropped his coat and rushed to her side. "You okay?"

Sango sucked some air through her teeth before sitting down and him sitting in front of her in the sand. "Did I cut myself? I felt something sharp!"

Miroku inspected her foot and brushed the sand way. "I don't see any bleeding, but you scratched yourself."

Sango tried to fight back the already pushing tears in her eyes. "Fuck that hurt!"

As she sniffled Miroku absentmindedly began to rub her foot as he tried to comfort her. He knew as well as she did, she wasn't crying over her foot.

"I hate him so much right now. I wish I hadn't gotten his hopes up about all of it."

Miroku chuckled quietly, "If mattered to him, so it mattered to you. You were only doing what any girl would do for a person they cared about."

Sango watched as Miroku's slightly ruff fingers rubbed the pain away from her foot, and she slowly got herself lost in the sensation it made that traveled up her leg and made her shoulders shake a little.

Miroku caught the movement of her shoulders out of the corner of his eye and looked at her slightly concerned. "Are you cold?"

Sango blushed a little. "No…It just feels good…"

Miroku looked at her foot for a moment and smiled a little. Sango felt her head race with thoughts about her boldness along with images that were both what she should do, and what she wanted to do which in themselves were both angelic and innocent, but sinful as well. One of these images included the thought of what that simple touch would feel like in other places beside her injured foot.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted when they both discovered a large wave had come ashore and got them both. Sango squealed a little as Miroku swore as they both jumped to get their rear-ends out of the cold ocean water.

Miroku all though was in much worse shape than Sango however since she was in denim shorts and he was in long pants. She laughed at him as he cursed the water with an embarrassed smile.

Sango innocently shook her head and looked at him. "Hey, umm, my place isn't too far from here and I'm sure my brother wouldn't mind letting you borrow a pair of his sweat pants for the night?"

Miroku thought about the offer and then thought seriously on the matter before the wind picked up.

"Actually, that does sound a lot better than driving my bike home and not being able to feel my legs and ass due to the cold."

Sango smiled and laughed a little as she guided him to the bar and then up a fire escape staircase to the back door to the living quarters upstairs.

She turned on the light and then told him she would be right back as she sneaked into her brother's room to grab a pair of his sweat pants. When she came back she handed them to him with a smile, "Here they might be a little small since Sota is a little shorter that you, but they're dry."

He thanked her with a smile, and Sango tried her best to banish all the naughty thoughts form her head.

'Cold shower, girl! You're gonna need it anyway, you smell like low tide.'

She quickly grabbed her towel and rushed to the shower to turn on the water.

Miroku smiled a little as he pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants to change. As he pulled on the sweatpants that came half way up his calves and shins, he began to untie the elastic in his hair at the base of his neck when he caught sight of pictures across the room.

He looked at all the photos, all of them pictures of family and an older man with a younger Sango and her brother. Fishing and surfing, all smiles and happiness in each picture he looked at. He had only found two pictures of Kouga and her, but other than that it seemed there were more pictures of her with this older gentleman at her side.

He had only just picked up one of the pictures with her and the older man when Sango came out of the bathroom minutes later wrapped in a towel with dripping wet black tendrils of hair.

She stopped and stared at him as she looked over his almost renaissance image of his bare upper chest and back with his hair down that only brushed the top of his shoulders at its tips.

He turned to her when he finally realized he wasn't the only one in the room anymore once again.

She smiled and laughed a little to ease the awkwardness in the mood of the room. She then walked up to his side to look at the picture he was holding. "That's my father…he was a champion surfer here in Tampa. Said it was his way of staying close to Mom after she died, and the bar was a way to make money in the family"

Miroku looked at her. "Where is he now?"

The light in Sango's eyes seemed to fade before she answered, "With Mom…"

She turned away and walked toward the door to her room and Miroku followed in order to apologize, but when she turned around he caught her glance. "Don't be sorry, please, I hear that too much already from Kouga and all his excuses as to why he cancels our dates now and never makes them anymore."

Miroku watched as tears streamed down her face, and couldn't help but wipe them away with his thumb and caress her cheeks with his finger tips as the wet strand of hair clung to his hands.

Sango looked at him and they both were silent for a moment before she spoke again. "Tell me something, Miroku?"

She swallowed hard before continuing after seeing that he was listening to her, but also trying to keep the weak feeling in her knees from making her tumble to the floor.

"How is it, that even though you're not saying anything right now…you're still managing to made me feel like I'm standing completely naked in front of you like I can't hide anything from you?"

Miroku smiled, "You are naked in front of me…well almost," he cleared his throat when he finally felt the heat and weight of the tenseness growing between them, and not being sure if he should leave even though he was technically offered to stay the night.

"I think it could just be that I know what it feels like to be where you are with nothing or no one to stand beside you most of the time…I know what it feels like to be alone."

Sango gently placed her hand against the crevice between both of his breasts before smoothing her fingertips over the top of his chest. "I thought you said you weren't the kind of man who got near women who wanted to cheat on their boyfriends?" she teased him, trying to see if he could break the mood they were so dangerously getting closer and closer to.

Miroku's voice seemed to groan a little and he leaned in closer to her face as the sensations her fingers were creating made his shoulders shake and he had to grab hold of the door posts to keep him steady as he leaned in closer to her.

"What I said was true… I don't get involved with women who are all ready in a relationship with another man."

Sango looked at him as her eyes met hers. "Then what kind of man are you, Miroku?"

He didn't smile or look away, he merely moved in for the kill and kissed her lips, and then hungered for them enough after the first taste to want to taste her even more. When he pulled away from the kiss leaving them both gasping for breath, he swallowed and said, "The kind that can't resist temptation."

Sango merely nodded and kissed him again until she pulled him closer to her and then into her room as he kicked the door shut with his heel, and followed her lead.

Hmmm, yeah…that's a good place to stop.

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