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A Ride Called Kagome

Chapter 7

Maybe she was just crazy…but she knew she had to do it; she wanted to do it.

As she cooked the spaghetti early that evening she remembered Kouga looking over her shoulder and giving her a small kiss on the shoulder. "How's my favorite girl?"

She smiled, "I'm good! How was work?"

"Still got five more bikes to finish out before the end of the week, but we won't be able to get the payment ready on time for the rent."

Kagome turned around and stared at him. "You don't have to make it seem like you're trying to hide something from me. I know you're going to the downtown area to drag race. I'm not stupid you know."

Kouga glared at her from the corner of his eye as he opened the fridge and took out the carton of milk before bringing the opening to his lips. Kagome gagged, "Aw, for Christ's sake, use a glass like normal people. I wash them everyday for a reason."

He finished the milk off and continued to give his sister the silent treatment. He watched as she drained the water from the pasta and then dumped it into a bowl. "Stop looking at me like I'm one of your competitors and sit down and eat."

Kouga did so and grabbed the tomato sauce putting it down on his plate first before a lump of tangles spaghetti noodles on top of it and another spoonful of sauce. Kagome watched him as she served herself, doing the same thing. They were both silent as their forks scraped the plates as the pasta wound itself around them.

"I know you hate this, you can't hide that from me either."

"Is it too much to ask that I want to know I'll have a brother in the morning? These races have become your life since the day the Dog Brothers lost to you. One of those brothers lost his arms, and you were too lost in your own pride to even care."

His fork clanged on the plate as he got up from his seat and marched for the door. "I told the gang I'd meet them by the shop. I'll see you later tonight."

Kagome got up from her seat and rushed to the door and held her hand against it before he could open it. He glared at her, but she only returned it. "Do you even think about Sango anymore? When was the last time you went to see her? Don't you think you should at least call her?"

Kouga grabbed hold of the doorknob and gave the door a tug opening it slightly before Kagome closed it. "Do you care about anything anymore?"

He snapped, "I care about you! I race these things in order to take care of you. That has always been the reason why."

"Yeah, sure!" she hissed, "That and the prize money!"

Kouga glared at her, even if the truth stung.

He pulled hard at the door and Kagome gave up as he stormed through the door tell her, "I'll be home late!"

When the door closed hard, Kagome winced a little before glaring at entrance into the apartment. She then walked in a circle for a moment until she heard his motor start and then faded as it pulled away. She waited until it was almost just out of hearing before smiling with excitement and then rushing into her room to change out of her knee high skirt and t-shirt and then running across the living room in a tight sports bra and underwear to her brother's room.

She quickly opened his closet and pulled out his old leather bike pants and the baggiest jacket he had. Grabbing one of his under shirts she pulled it over her head before pulling on the pants and the jacket. Then grabbing the old boots he no longer wore she pulled them over her feet and pulled a pair of gloves on.

It was then that she ran back to her room and began to pin her hair up into a tight bun in the back of her head.

Once her hair was in place she nodded and opened the door that lead to the garage below the apartment. She looked at her bike as she turned on the light. And then she stopped herself.

'I can't use my bike…he'd know it was me for sure!'

Kagome discovered she was in her first difficult spot. She couldn't use her bike, and nor could she use her own helmet.

She sat of the steps trying to think as the time passed. Kagome turned to her bike as an idea came into her head. Slowly, she took a deep breath ready to take the risk.

Kagome climbed on her bike and grabbed her helmet and as the door rolled up she backed her bike out. She drove down the streets making her way down to the last place she knew where she might be able to at least "barrow" some cover.

She shut down her engine before she got to the front of Dog Duo Repair and Body. Slowly, Kagome backed her bike into the small alley beside the building and grabbed the key in her pocket that Inu-yasha had given her to get into the building. She looked to see if anyone was around before looking at the pile of finished bikes that Inu-yasha and Miroku had placed with great care into the corner of the garage, each one awaiting its master to come and retrieve it in the morning.

Kagome slowly looked over each one as she tried to find one that was right for her cause. The best one she could find was a simple motorcycle that was sleek and carried an engine powerful enough for her cause.

"Well, you're not my brother's bike, but you will have to do. I only have to get second place and I'll have enough money for the tank I need for the bike."

Kagome slowly looked at the rack of keys to try and see if she could find the right one for it. "Now for the really hard part."

Slowly Kagome looked over each key with great care until she discovered none of the keys were the right ones. "Jeez, where do they keep the keys for these things?"

"Not out in the open, that's for sure!" a familiar voice said from behind her. She almost screamed if it hadn't been for the hard hand that clasped over her mouth and hushed her. In the dim light she could just make out his face enough to recognize him, "Imu-mahshah!"

He removed his hand from her face and looked at her. "What do you think you're doing? If you've come looking for trouble you're in the wrong place."

Kagome felt her tongue freeze on her as she tried to think of a lie, but she just couldn't bring herself to lie to him. She sighed long and hard, "I need a bike."

"You have one!"

"I can't use mine! My brother will recognize me if I do!" she pleaded with him grabbing hold of his shirt. "Please, Inu-yasha, I'm begging you! I just need to borrow it for one night, I swear. I'll bring it back untouched, the owner will never know."

Inu-yasha quirked and eye brow as he tried to keep his balance after the girl threw herself at him. He had wished she had done this for a different reason. "Just what do you plan on doing with it?"

Kagome hesitated before prying herself away from him. "I need it for a race tonight. There's a 750 prize for the second place winner."

Inu-yasha looked at her with concern and worry written all over his face. "You're crazy! You're going to risk you're life out there for that kind of money? You're brother would agree with me I bet if I told you it's not worth it. Go home, Kagome!"

He began to turn away from her, but her hands grabbed hold of his bare arm and inflicted a desperate death grip on it. "Please, Inu-yasha? I'm doing this to get the money for the bike's tank. The money will be more than enough. Please, I want to do this for the bike…for you?"

When she said those words his heart almost stopped beating and he looked at her with large violet eyes of shock. Her almost ready to cry face made him want to kiss her until he knew for sure she wasn't going to break down in front of him. But he couldn't give in. He must not give into those beautiful pleading blue eyes that haunted his dreams. The pouting pink lips that he wanted to feel pressed against his. The tremor in her arms and body that he could feel around his arm. No, he would not give in! No way in hell!

"Fine!"

Kagome squealed for joy and jumped up and down before planting a small quick kiss on his lips, making his heart beat louder to confirm he wasn't dead.

He touched his lips to try and keep the air from cooling the warmth she left on them, and wished if it had not been so sudden that he would have returned it.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she said as she hugged him. He snapped back into reality and pulled her away from him, wishing he didn't have to.

"Yeah, whatever, look! You can take the bike, but I'm going with you!"

Kagome looked at him a bit perplexed. "Oh, don't worry, Inu-yasha, I'll be fine!"

The girl watched as Inu-yasha's words caught in his through and he blushed. She giggled as he turned to look away from her. "I only want to go to make sure nothing happens to that bike. I have to keep a business going to, and it would not be cool if a customer's bike just suddenly disappeared into thin air for no reason at all."

Kagome giggled as she continued to watch his blush as it faded away. "Sure, okay! So, just how do you plan to do that? It's hard to watch from the side lines.

Inu-yasha grinned as he looked her straight in the face. "Whoever said I was going to watch?"

The silver bike raced down the road, Inu-yasha with a silver domed helmet with a red bug shield in his work jeans and black bike boots. His long braid of hair flapped in the wind as Kagome clung to him tightly, her arms gripping his sides.

"You must be crazy. Have you ever been to the course downtown?" she yelled.

"Which one, there's about five of them in that area?"

Kagome looked at him and rested her chin on his shoulder, "My brother does the one run by Stinky Pete off the highway. He does that one every year before going to the Saturday night one run by Hazard John by the old tunnel and bridge."

"That one? He runs his drag bike on that wimpy course?"

"No, not the Howler, he drives only what he needs to win in that one. The Howler was build for Hazard John's course only."

Inu-yasha looked at the road ahead and drove faster, smiling under the cover of his helmet when Kagome winced and gripped his sides harder.

When they got to the hill that over looked the course below Inu-yasha stopped and looked everything over. "Okay, this is wear you get off."

"Oh, no way! This is my race, I'm getting that money."

Inu-yasha turned around in the seat and took off his helmet and looked at her. "Have you ever done Stinky Pete's course before?"

"No, but I know I can drag-race a lot better than a mechanic like you. You've never done this kind of thing before."

Inu-yasha didn't look at her as he rolled up his braid and tucked it into the helmet. "Give me your gloves!"

Kagome took off the biker gloves and handed them to him as he put them on. "Now, get off and wait here until I get back."

"No! This is my race!"

"You run in this race and you risk you're brother finding you out and I risk my job if this bike gets busted and you get hurt. Stay here and outta sight!"

Kagome huffed as she got off the bike and he revved the engine. She was mad as she took off her helmet and glared at him. "You sound like my brother."

"Well, at least he hasn't lost all his reason then."

Inu-yasha revved the engine and got ready to go, until he heard Kagome's voice again. "Inu-yasha?"

He stopped and looked at her. Kagome's anger had all but melted away as she looked at him with sad eyes, but there was a hint of worry as well deep inside the blue pools. She hesitated before taking a step up to him again and lifting his helmet enough to expose his lips and brush her lips against his softly and press them to his.

It was short, but innocent. The kind of kiss you would give someone only if you were concerned for them, like they were begging you in a silent way that they needed you to come back.

Inu-yasha would have thought he was in heaven if his mind wasn't screaming, 'I can't breathe! I can't breathe! Holy Shit! She's kissing me! She's really kissing me!'

When the warmth of her lips left his again, he felt winded and lost in the slight fog. But the moment only lasted until the reminder that she had a boyfriend came back into his head. It was a kiss of concern, for good fortune.

She smiled at him as she stepped away and pulled her black locks away from her face. "Good Luck!" she whispered just loud enough for him to hear it over the pounding of the engine.

He stared at her for a moment and the nodded as he let out the cutch and gave the engine gas as he drove down the hill the wind making his white tank shirt flap in the wind.

Inu-yasha was once again one with the wind, the rush and the feel of his body as the bike pushed him closer and closer to the race. He felt like he was once again himself, the Wind Dog he had always been, only this time secretly creeping on to the scene incognito, but the wind that encircled him and his ride was the same.

The only thing that was different was the rush of adrenaline that picked up as he licked his lips to find any small trace of the taste of Kagome's lips and the feeling that told him fuck second place.

This race was his!

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