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The forest-green room glowed with the sun's morning rays, bathing everything in it's path a warm gold. In the silver-clad canopy bed, a raven-haired young woman stirred from under the covers.
"Uhh," she groaned as she opened her eyes, shielding herself from the sunlight. She pulled the sheets over her head and flipped onto her stomach. She felt light-headed and dizzy, but surprisingly peaceful.
Kagome's eyes flew open, the covers shielding the light. Peaceful? I haven't like that ever since . . . She thought back hard to the events of yesterday. Car bomb, messed up room . . . she couldn't remember what could've gotten her feeling this way. . . . Sango comforting me, officers coming . . . officers . . . Miroku and a hanyou . . . Inuyasha . . . body guard . . .
The covers flew off her body. Inuyasha! How could I forget! She glanced at her reflection in the dresser mirror. Her clothes were bed-raggled, her hair messy, her eyes puffy . . . Oh Kami, I actually cried . . . I poured myself out to a complete stranger!
She rubbed her forehead, as she swung her legs over her bed. Now I remember . . . I was thinking . . . then he came in . . . then we talked . . . then I cried . . .
The young miko's gaze fell upon the bathroom door. I cried . . . I sobbed . . . something I promised myself that I wouldn't do again . . . how did he . . . ugh, that bastard!
Her gaze became a glare. He must've tricked me into trusting him . . . tricked . . . no . . . Her eyes softened, as she leaned back into bed. I wouldn't have let myself go like that if I knew he was up to something . . . my miko powers would've stopped me . . . that guy . . .there's something about him . . .
She rose out of bed, and walked toward the bathroom door, her hand still above the knob. I know one thing . . . I haven't felt this calm and relaxed in a long time . . .
Kagome opened the door, her mouth dropping at the sight before her.
A tube of toothpaste left open on the counter sink, it's cap long gone. A toothbrush carelessly strewn on the faucet, an empty deoderant container on top of the toilet, the seat up . . .
The young woman gritted her teeth. She wasn't a clean-freak, she'll admit that, but she was organzied. And to see all these manly toiletries on scattered on the counter . . . on her side nonetheless . . .
She was about to march over to the hanyou's door to give him a piece of her mind when it swung open, revealing a handsome, silver-haired, golden-eyed, damp, young man, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
Inuyasha blinked. "So you woke up."
"Uh, I . . ." Kagome trailed off, a blush creeping up on her face. His body was well-chisled, every muscle on his chest well toned. His arms showed strong biceps, as trickles of water were still noticable on his skin.
"What's wrong with you?" the dog demon asked, his charge's face getting redder.
The miko stumbled out of her trance by his voice. What am I thinking?! What the hell? Was I just checking him out?
"Nothing," she snapped, turning her back towards him. "I was going to take a decent shower, but seeing as the bathroom is currently in it's hurricane state," she pointed at the counter, "I decided I'd rather go jump into a lake and bathe."
The hanyou's jaw nearly dropped. Where does she get off talking like that . . . after last night . . .that little wench . . . He threw her a nasty glare. "Fine by me. Don't forget to pull off the blood-sucking leeches off your body, then again, I guess none would even think about going near such a shallow, inconsiderate, cold hearted bi--"
"Ah, you two are awake!"
The two turned to see the Seiji standing in the doorway of Kagome's bathroom entrance. He slightly shrank back at the glares he recieved. "Well, I'll leave you two to get ready," he said nervously, backing out of the doorway. "Breakfast is in an hour . . ." as he disappeared as quickly as he appeared.
Kagome looked back at the hanyou. "If I'm so shallow and inconsiderate, why did you take this job?" she shot at him.
"Because I was sick and tired of patroling the streets with a lecher, and I needed independence from that stupid asshole of a brother!" he retorted angerily. He stomped over to the counter, and with a sweep of his hand cleared off her side. "There you go, Princess," he sneered, stomping off back into his room and slamming the door.
The young woman stared at the closed door in her face. He . . . what . . . that bastard! She clenched and unclenched her fists, her teeth grinding. Where does he get off talking like that? She huffed, and stalked back into her room where she retrieved a towel, turned on the shower, quickly disposing her clothes, and jumping in to feel the hot water massage her back.
Stupid, stupid fool . . . she cursed mentally, grabbing the shampoo, before remembering the night before. She dropped the bottle in realization, before slumping down to the ground. Oh my god . . . what have I done?
Inuyasha threw on his shirt. That wench! After her little mental breakdown in front of me last night, she has the nerve to yell at me . . . He pulled his hair out of the black clothing, shaking his head a little to fix his hair. He grabbed the dark blue jeans laying on his bed and jammed them on, wincing as the hard material hit something sensitive. Damnit . . .
His ears perked up as he heard a small thud coming from the bathroom, followed by a heavier one seconds later. What the hell was that? He was about to go into the bathroom when he remembered the miko's heartless voice. He stopped, and walked towards his bed once more. "Maybe a house finally fell on that witch," he grumbled, pulling his covers over the bed. In one swoop his bed was made.
He went over to his duffel bag and pulled out a pair of socks, pulling them on. What's wrong with her? Does she have no bone of sensitivity in her?
A mental voice in his head reminded, look who's talking, mr. sensitivity.
The dog demon snorted. It was true; he wasn't exactly the most caring person in the world. That's right . . . I don't care . . .
But you do . . .
No I don't . . .
Remember last night . . .
Inuyasha shook his head, trying to get his inner voice to shut up. So last night was one of the few times I was actually nice . . . new moon must be coming up . . .
His ears perked up once more when the sound of the shower was being turned off, and someone's foot steps exiting the tub audible to his ears. Hmm, so a house didn't fall . . .
You seemed relieved . . .
No I'm not!
Yes you are . . .
Shut up, you!
You worry about her, admit it!
Well, wouldn't you be, after all she's been through?
Inuyasha smacked his forehead with his palm. Damnit . . . I really have to stop having conversations with my conscience . . . He pulled on some shoes and hopped off his bed, heading towards the door.
Kagome walked down the stairs, her newly blow-dried hair bouncing behind her, wearing casual black jeans and a red shirt that read, "Harmony" in English.
She entered the dining area, where her grandfather and Inuyasha were already seated, in a heated discussion about the welfare of the city. She decided not to intrude; politics didn't really interest her. Taking a seat at the farthest end of the long dining table, she reached out for a chocolate chip muffin and a glass of milk.
She chewed slowly, thinking about her schedule for the day. Thank goodness it's Saturday, she praised silently, taking another bite out of her breakfast. Let's see . . . it's 9:00 right now . . . I have archery practice at 1 . . . but I have a class from 10:30 to 12 . . . hmm, maybe I'll call Sango after archery, seeing as I get out at 2 . . . we can go shopping if she's not busy . . .
She picked up her glass, stopping half way to her mouth as she felt two pairs of eyes staring at her. She took a deep breath, and drank some of the creamy liquid before setting it down and facing them.
"Yes?" She inquired politely.
"Ka-Kagome! You're wearing. . . " Seiji stammered, staring at her clothes. His granddaughter had only worn business-looking attire ever since the incident two years ago, and seeing her in casual clothing shocked and brought tears to his eyes.
The miko shrugged. "I thought I would dress-down today; heels and a skirt don't seem that comfortable me today."
The old man nodded dumbly, his face breaking out in a smile. He nudged the hanyou at his side. She hasn't worn casual clothing in two years . . . now look! You're a saint . . . how can I thank you?
Inuyasha smirked. Clothing's one thing . . . but her attitude is as cold as ever.
Give her time, son . . . she'll break in time . . .
How can you be so sure? The hanyou raised an eyebrow at the old man's cocky attitude.
You've been here one day and you've already got her comfortable . . . You'll be the one to crack through her barrier, I know it.
The dog demon looked down at his plate, before glancing at the woman at the end of the table. Her expression was completely different from the first time he met her. Her face was hard and smooth, as if words could bounce right off of her. Last night, he saw her vunerable side, and now . . . she seemed so happy, content . . . she actually looked 18.
How many sides does this woman have? he wondered.
You'll be the one to find out, Inuyasha, the old man replied mentally.
Can't she hear us or something? I mean, she is your granddaughter, didn't she inherit telepathy from you.
Seiji shook his head. Telepathy doesn't work within family blood lines; there's some sort of barrier between relations.
Inuyasha gave a short grunt, before standing up from the table. "So, where are we going today, wench?"
Mr. Higurashi frowned at the name Inuyasha called her, but it quicky subsided as he saw Kagome's glare. Ah . . .
"I have a class, then archery practice; I don't know where you're going," she grumbled, drinking the last of her milk.
The hanyou sighed. "Did you forget? I'm your body guard; I have to be with you at all times, you stupid girl."
She opened her mouth, but closed it. She knew it was futile to argue, knowing she would lose. "Fine," she snapped, rising from the table and going to the door. "I'm warning you; you better not get in my way." She left the dining room, going upstairs to retrieve her purse and books.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes at her threats, before turning to a grinning Seiji.
"What?" he asked, irritated.
"Nothing," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I assume you can drive?"
"Yeah."
"Good. You can borrow one of our cars for today," he said, turning back to the newspaper.
"You mean we don't get the limo?"
"Nope."
"Why not?" the hanyou demanded.
"It's only for emergencies, special occasions, and such, not for a day out in town."
There was a cough at the doorway which caught the dog demon's attention. Kagome stood, purse slung over her shoulder, two books in her left hand, her foot tapping impatiently against the marble floor. "I'm waiting."
A jingle at his side caused him to turn towards the old man once more, where he was dangling keys. "Take the black jaguar," he said, not looking up from his paper.
Inuyasha's hand automatically went out, the older gentlemen dropping the keys into his clawed hand. "Great," he groaned, rolling his eyes towards the waiting heiress. He walked slowly towards her, taking his sweet time. By the time he reached her, her face was red and her eyes were flashing. She took one look at the keys in his hand, and sending a glare his way, took her books and smacked them against his back. "I'll be waiting in the car," she snapped, stomping off to the driveway.
The hanyou rubbed his upper back where he was hit, although it didn't hurt. He glanced back from the foyar to the old man who was seated at the table. Mr. Higurashi winked at him, rose, and left through another door.
Inuyasha mentally slapped himself. It's going to be one hell of a day . . .
AU: hmm, the two are still at it, I see . . . more things to come in the next chapter!
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