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Inuyasha sat in the black jaguar, his black shades hiding his golden eyes as he stared out at the vast parking lot. Kagome was off at Tokyo University for her one class, and after a half an hour of arguing, he reluctantly consented into staying in the car, as long as she came back in time. She nodded absentmindedly, and ran off into the sea of students.

The hanyou leaned back, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he listened to "Float On" by Modest Mouse. As the song faded away, he impatiently looked at the car clock, which blinked 12:05.

He growled. Where was she? She's late . . . guess I'll be paying her a visit. Without another thought, he pulled out his keys from the ignition and opened the door.

He wrinkled his nose as he walked through the crowds, trying to sniff out Kagome's scent. He was never much of a scholar; he had wanted to get out of school as fast as he could. That's why he opted in only taking two years of college then transferred to the police academy for a year.

He stopped in a particular hallway, Kagome's scent becoming stronger. He strode down the corridor, his long sliver locks cascading down his back, his tight black shirt accentuating his muscular chest and arms, and his baggy jeans just riding on the top of his hips. College boys stopped to glare at his bearing, while young women gasped, pointed, and fawned over his looks. There was no other way to explain it: Inuyasha was a hit.

As he walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but notice that the sea of people began to thicken, making it harder to follow his charge's already faint scent. He glanced at a bulletin board as he passed by, "Business" in large, bold letters. Feh, so this is the business section . . . he barely missed running into a short boy with a pile of books blinding his vision. So many idiots trying to make it in the business world . . .

His thinking was abruptly interrupted as a whiff of Kagome's inmistakable scent wafted towards his nose. He followed the smell, leading him into a small cranny in the hallway where there were two vending machines. Sure enough, there was Kagome, surrounded by her friends as she sipped a Coca Cola.

"So, Kagome, are you alright?" A curly haired girl asked, adjusting the backpack she slung behind her.

The young heiress nodded, but didn't say a word. Kami, when are they going to let me go? I'm already late . . .

"A car explosion and a break-in the same day," another whistled, her hair cropped short as she adjusted the headband.

"What did your Jii-san say?" the third asked, her face peeking closer and closer to Kagome's.

Kagome shook her head and took a step back. She was tired from this little interigation by her friends, as Inuyasha could tell, and he was tired of the gaggle of girls that accumulated behind his back, giggling. He sighed in annoyance, and stepped forward.

"Hey wench, you're late."

The miko's head snapped towards his direction, her face softening with relief before assuming it's cool mask. "I was spending some time with my friends. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the car?"

Inuyasha snorted, "A deal's a deal, stupid girl. You're late, I come for you. So here I am."

"Kagome," the curly haired girl began, "aren't you going to introduce us to your new friend?"

The young woman tensed, remembering her friends. "Yuka, Eri, Ayumi, this Inuyasha, my . . . body guard."

"Body guard?!" the three squeaked, taking a good look at him. Like the other girls, they too began to swoon over him.

"He's cute!" Eri whispered, poking Kagome in the ribs.

"Where'd you manage to wrangle this one?" Yuka added, longing to touch his silver hair.

The dog demon's eyebrow raised. "Wrangle . . . this one?"

Kagome clenched her teeth. "I didn't wrangle him anywhere . . . Jii-san insisted that he hire a body guard for me, so here he is."

"Well he sure did manage to find a good-looking one," Yuka remarked, winking at her friend.

The young woman's face paled at her friend's suggestion. They couldn't possibly think . . . she was interrupted by Ayumi's hand on her shoulder.

"You should really try and move on, Kagome," she said softly. "What's past is past, just look towards your future."

The heiress nodded, cracking a smile. "Arigatou."

Inuyasha watched Kagome carefully. She had tensed at Yuka's remark, but relaxed once more. He immediately thought of the incident that occured two years ago. Why hasn't she gotten over it . . . was it really such a big impact . . .

A poke in the back caused him to turn around, and come face to face with a burly-looking woman. "Hello there, handsome," she said huskily, shoving her breasts under his nose.

The turned away in disgust and annoyance, only to see Kagome's grinning face. "Let's just go!" he snapped, dragging Kagome by the hand.

"Bye Kagome!" Ayumi called.

"Bye Inuyasha!" Eri and Yuka yelled.

"Good riddance," Kagome muttered as soon as they were far away, pulling her hand away from the body guard's grasp. "Did you have to be so rough?"

"Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you," Inuyasha grumbled, leading the way back to the parking lot. "I just wanted to get away from all those women . . ."

The miko smiled. "Well aren't you the ladies' man . . ."

"Feh."

The ride to the the miko's archery lesson was a silent one. Kagome fiddled around with the strap of her purse, while Inuyasha changed gears and watched the road ahead of him.

How am I going to explain this to him? she wondered, her eyes falling on the person next to her. Oh yes, well, um, Inuyasha? Well, when I shoot arrows, a strange light engulfs the arrow because of my miko abilities . . . normal ne?

Kagome sighed before staring out the window. No human these days had supernatural abilites, and if someone did, they were usually taken in for testing at some laboratory. Demons were an exception; with the mayor of Tokyo being a demon himself and Inuyasha's half-brother, he had passed a law about 8 years ago protecting demons from scientific research.

Humans were another matter, however. People go in and come out half-insane from the torture of testing and retesting. Her abilites were kept strictly confidential between her, her family, and the archery instructor. Even the competitions she entered in had private rooms for shooting, hiding her powers. If any word leaked out that she was a freak with powers, all hell could break loose, damaging the already crumbling campaign.

"Something on your mind?"

"Uh, what makes you say that?" Kagome stammered nervously, her palms sweaty.

"Well, you're sweating, you've been fiddling with that damn bag of yours, and you've been giving me weird looks. What's wrong?"

"Um . . . well . . . " Kagome started. Damnit . . . "I need a favor."

Inuyasha's eyebrow raised. "What kind of favor?" he asked, switching gears once more.

"Well, it's more on the lines of a swear. I have this little secret . . ."

"Another one? Damn wench, just how many do you have?"

"Like I'm going to tell you," she snapped back, leaning into the seat.

"I have a feeling you already are," Inuyasha drawled, glancing at her from behind his shades.

The miko glared, before looking out the window. "I have a strange powers . . . abilities if you will. Most of them I can hide, but this one . . . well, I guess I have to show you since you're going with me to archery."

The hanyou listened as she went on. "You see, I sort of transfer this weird light into my arrows as I shoot them . . . and well . . ."

"So you shoot Sacred Arrows; what's the big secret?" he interrupted.

Kagome fell silent. He knows about Sacred Arrows? But . . . "How do you know these things?" she asked cautiously.

"I'm a demon, wench; I have to know the things that can hurt me, and a Sacred Arrow just happens to be one of them."

The heiress felt her face burn. Of course, Kagome! How could you be so stupid . . .

"Don't worry about it; I won't tell your secret," Inuyasha said, pulling into the parking lot of her instructor's building.

Kagome nodded, opening the door after he parked. "You can come if you want," she offered softly, stepping out of the car.

Inuyasha sat in the car for a moment, her offer still sinking in. He shook off the weird feeling that overcame him, and jumped out of the car and followed her into the building.

SWOOSH!

Another arrow engulfed in purple-whitish light whizzed past Inuyasha. He prefered to stay on the sidelines as Kagome practiced on the indoor field, as she aimed for various trees with targets painted on them.

He had to admit, she was pretty good. Her aim was almost perfect, her postion flawless. She only had one problem: she was scared easily. A water boy stumbled onto the fields, startling her from the behind, and accidentally shot one in the hanyou's direction, barely missing his arm.

Inuyasha barked at her to watch where she shot, while she apologized over and over, until her instructor told her to resume. An hour and three nearly fatal arrows later, Inuyasha was ready to explode. He marched over to Kagome, making sure she hadn't notched any arrows, before standing behind her.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so scared?" he growled, taking an arrow and shoving it at her.

"I can only shoot in silence!" she said defensively, notching the arrow.

"Silence! Your live target isn't going to keep quiet as you shoot it to bits!" he barked, watching her poise her arrow.

"What do you know anyway?" she snapped back, letting the arrow go. Another bulls-eye.

Inuyasha grinned. "Alot more than you think," he drawled, watching the amazement dawn of Kagome's face.

"How did . . . how did I . . ." she stuttered, looking at Inuyasha with wide eyes.

The hanyou felt the familiar flutter in his stomach as her coffee-brown eyes looked up at his, her eyes wide and innocent. "Shut up and shoot," he grumbled, stalking back over to the sidelines.

Kagome shrugged, and resumed her practice.

Back at the benches, Inuyasha sat, frowning. That feeling was back again, the same exact one he had felt back in the car.

What the hell is she doing to me?

AU: hmm, so what is Kagome doing to poor Inuyasha? haha, you just gotta wait and find out . . .

I redid the summary when I realized it said 'scandal'; that was my first intention, but you know how stories can take a life of it's own . . . it's still on the the same lines though. the only reason I changed it was because I made Kagome 18, when my original plan was to make her in her early 20s . . .

I was reading reviews when I read a good question. It came from yusukelover13, and they asked: Was Kagome beaten up or raped? Ahh, you see . . . no one knows . . . yet. Kagome hasn't revealed the hardcore details to anyone, so she is the only one who knows what happened that night . . .her and the 'bastard' she refers to . . . good question though . . .

thanks for all the reviews! you guys really keep me going . . .

stay tuned!