DISCLAIMER: I do not, repeat, do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi. The story line is not solely mine either. It belongs to the writers of My Sassy Girl.

…And that's how I lost my sweater to an old man

The wind blew softly across the grass on the oddly warm October afternoon. The silver tendril's of a tall, well-built, dog-eared male danced as it rushed past his face while he stared out at the mountain range to the north of him. He sighed and turned his vision back to the fondly named "God tree". He took a deep breath and sighed as he sat down to lean against it. It had been two years since they last talked and he was personally feeling a little nervous about seeing her again. After all she had been the focus of his life for the better part of a year and a half, a supposed annoyance, but after she had disappeared from it he couldn't help but feel alone and empty.

"She's late," he smiled almost whimsically to himself as old memories of her smile and odd tendencies wormed their way to the front of his mind. "I'll wait a little longer before I get to work." He muttered to himself as he returned to staring off in the distance and his thoughts. Said thoughts wondering on their own to when they had first met.

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After narrowly escaping yet another embarrassing set up with a "nice girl" his auntie knew Inuyasha had gone out wondering the streets. He didn't need to be set up with a date; he'd find one that was just right for him when he was good and ready. Besides, he wouldn't settle for anything less than "his type" and how was his auntie supposed to know what that was? She wasn't. It was as simple as that. Checking his watch he nearly yelped at how late it was. He had class the next day and his mother would have no doubt already heard about him skipping his appointment with his aunt.
"Man getting past her is going to be hell if I don't hurry up." Turning about face and heading straight for the subway stairs he missed a while back he ran down to wait for the train. Luckily enough for him he had just made it and walked casually across the almost deserted station. That's when he saw her; teetering on the edge of the platform.

"Hey you, you have to step back the train is coming!" As if on cue he could hear the wheels screeching as it started to pull in. The girl ignored him and continued to sway dangerously close to falling forward onto the tracks. Panic filled his heart and mind as he reached out and pulled the tipsy girl away from the ledge just as the train pulled in.
"Hey, you should be more careful you could have gotten hurt you know." He chided as he let the girl go. She turned her head to him slowly and blinked at him. She opened her mouth to reply but then quickly shut it and walked onto the train immediately leaning up against the wall. Inuyasha almost threw up from the smell coming off of her breath. Whatever liquor she had been drinking was strong and it smelled terrible. He shook his head in disgust stepping onto the crowded train. He stood on the opposite side of the car as her and watched her teetering as the vehicle pulled away form he platform.

An older gentleman stepped onto the train at tat same stop, the only other person to get on with them. A younger kid, probably in his twenties was sitting down listening to his music oblivious to everything when that drunk girl hit him over the head. Her long black hair which had been dangling in her face fell away to reveal perfectly creamy skin and big brown eyes that sparkled like fire.

Inuyasha nodded and muttered under his breath, "too bad she's so drunk, otherwise she'd be just my type. Man I hate drunk girls." He scowled and looked away ignoring the scene she was causing.

"Hey! Hey you! Punk kid!" She said in a confident and firm tone hitting the boy on the head once more.

"Whoa, what did you do that for you bitch?" He yelled pulling the headphones out of his ears. She smiled her lips slowly curving into something that wasn't happy.

"Get up." At this point Inuyasha could no longer look away he turned in curiosity to see what was going on.

"What did you say?"

"Are you deaf? Get up! There's someone older than you who needs to sit down! Get your ass up! Show some respect."

"You're crazy." The boy spat and turned away from her. The smile left her face and she smacked him on the head again and started yelling. Inuyasha started to snicker at this.

"I said get up and let this guy sit down. My god what is wrong with you? Get up, get up!" Her screeching had finally gotten to the kid and he stood up and let the older man sit down.

"Thank you," the older gentleman said and sat down in comfort. The girl nodded her head and went back to leaning against the train her once lucid expression back to confused and muddled. The train jolted along and Inuyasha absently counted down the number of stops left before his own. Five. He'd be home, in bed and ready for school the next day. Smiling he took another look at the girl he had saved and noticed something a little odd about her. She seemed to be gagging on something .A flicker of worry came across his face but it disappeared as soon as he realized what was wrong. She was going to throw up.

And throw up she did. A mixture of noodles and vegetables poured onto the older gentleman's head. The putrid smelling bile slid through his hair and onto his forehead. Inuyasha couldn't help but snicker just a little bit. The old man grabbed at his head and pulled off the thoroughly drenched toupee.

"What are you laughing at? How could you take her on here when she's so sick? What is wrong with you come and clean this up!" Inuyasha looked around, startled. After all why this old geezer would be yelling at him was anyone's guess; he wasn't the only one laughing. Besides, he didn't even know the girl. The man glared right at him though so he decided to deny knowing her.

"Sir, I don't,"

"Don't you give me any of this 'sir' business!" The man was obviously talking to him. "How could you treat her like this? Get over here and clean this up! Look my sweater's been ruined now! And it's all thanks to your carelessness!" Everyone on the train was staring now and all of them were whispering about how irresponsible he was.

"Now wait just a second, this drunken wench is not," but he never finished his sentence as he heard the crowds mutters and sighed walking over to the gentleman. He took off his sweater and handed it to the guy apologizing profusely all the while thinking how much he hated drunk girls. He pressed the button indicating he wanted to get off and pulled the girl out of the train as soon as it stopped. "Bloody bitch had to go and puke all over that guy, why am I even the one taking care of her?" He growled as she stumbled and fell on him; completely unable to stand on her own.

"All right fine, the next hotel shouldn't be far, I'll take you there for the night and then you'll just have to figure things out on your own." He hoisted the girl onto his back and started trudging up the sloped street. "Sure is cold without my sweater." He whined to himself as the wind rustled his hair. The red neon 'Vacancy' sign gleamed a few feet ahead of him and he smiled grateful that at least one thing was going right for him.