Warnings for this chapter: Nothing to bad. A bit more cursing. A few "adult" thoughts. That's about it.
A/N: I'm a good little updater, don't you know. Ok, I just felt inspired, so I continued on. Wow, 2 chapters in 2 days. That's crazy man. I'd like to give a very very special thanks to my 2 loyal reviews! I love you guys:D You totally made my day! Now, on with the show!
"Get me an icepack! Now!" One of the other members of the lacrosse team scurried off to get Ayame the icepack she requested. Her voice softened drastically as she reverted her attention back to Kouga. "Kouga. Can you hear me?"
He opened his eyes, and blinked experimentally. "Uh, what happened? And how'd you get here?"
She smiled softly, as someone carried over an icepack, and she took it and held it to the side of his head. "Ok, who's the president of the United States?"
He blinked again. "How the hell am I supposed to know that? We're in Japan for crying out loud!"
"Ok, so you don't have any brain damage. Well, at least none that wasn't already there."
He glared at her, and pulled himself into a sitting position, getting a major head rush. "Ow." He said dully, taking the icepack from her, and repositioning it. "You still didn't tell me how you got here."
"Well, it's kind of a funny story, you see, after my parents got married, they decided on their wedding night that they'd-"
"YOU KNEW WHAT I MEANT!"
"Oh, right. Well, I was over there," She gestured toward the bleachers, "watching the practice, because Kagome wanted to come and see Inuyasha, and I didn't have anything better to do, so I tagged along. You were doing pretty good until that ball mauled you. So when we saw you pretty much pass out-"
"I didn't pass out!"
"-we came over to make sure you were ok. Ginta and Hakkaku helped carry you over to the bench so we could get a look at your head. You're going to have a nasty bump there, but I think you'll make it."
"Damn, since when are lacrosse balls so heavy?"
At this point, Inuyasha couldn't contain his laughter. He just started cracking up at Kouga, laughing at how stupid he was to get pelted in the head with a lacrosse ball. Kouga just glared at him.
"Alright Kouga, you're out for the rest of practice. Everybody else, get back out on the field, and start scrimmaging!" The coach blew his whistle, and the crowd around Kouga dissipated.
"Thanks coach, I owe you one."
He gave Kouga a little smile, and went back to yelling pointers to the team.
"Alright Kouga, I'm taking you home." Ayame announced.
"But can't I watch the rest of practice? I feel fine, really!" He whined childishly.
"No. You need to get another icepack on that head of yours, and you should be resting."
He sighed, obviously defeated. Kouga let Ayame lead him back to her car, and reluctantly got into the passenger seat. When she turned left at the light instead of right, he was a bit confused. "Um, Ayame, I live that way." He thrust his thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the opposite direction.
"I know. I'm not the one with brain damage, remember? I'm taking you to my house. I can't have you all alone in that big house of yours! What if you pass out again?"
"I didn't pass out!"
"Ok, whatever you say. But I still want to keep an eye on you, in case you head gets worst. We might have to take you to the doctor."
"But I hate doctors!"
"I'm sure that if it comes to that, and you're a good little boy, he'll give you a lollypop." She said, as if she was talking to a five year old. Which in some ways, she was.
He sighed, but was quiet for the rest of the trip. When they arrived, he announced, "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Alrighty. Have fun!"
He rolled his eyes, and made his way to the bathroom. After closing the door and locking it (you never know with Ayame around,) he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Man, he looked like hell.
His hair was in disarray, and there was even some blood on his shirt. He pulled off the sweatband that usually kept his hair out of his eyes, and tugged on the rubber band, holding up his hair. His black locks fell around him, and he tried his hardest to comb them out with his fingers, but being careful around his wounded.
After he was satisfied with the results, he pulled his hair back up again, and secured it with the rubber band. He replaced the sweatband around his forehead, and he looked as though nothing had happened. Except for the blood on his shirt.
He stripped off his team jersey, and tossed it into the trash can. He needed a new on anyways. And since their team colors were white and green, the white was virtually ruined by the blood. He made his way out of the bathroom in nothing but his sweatpants.
"Hey Ayame, can I borrow one of your dad's shirts?" He yelled.
"Why would you-" Ayame came around the corner into the living room, carrying a bowl of popcorn, and her eyes immediately fell on his bare chest. Man, he has a nice chest. She thought to herself. "Uh, yeah, I'll, uh, get you one." And she scurried back out of the room, abandoning the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.
She rushed into her dad's closet, and started rummaging around for a shirt that might fit Kouga. Her breathing was a bit ragged, and it wasn't because of the long walk across the house. Why did it feel like my heart flipped over in my chest when he walked out like that? She argued with herself. I mean, sure, he has a nice body, but it's not like I like him or anything.
She grabbed a shirt that looked to be about his size, and walked back to the living room where Kouga was currently on the couch (shirtless) watching TV while he ate the popcorn she had dropped off earlier. She tossed the shirt at him and said, "I hope it fits. I know my dad is bigger than you, but I got the smallest one I could find."
He flashed a wolfish smile and slipped the shirt over his head. It still was to big on him, but it was better than nothing. Although in Ayame's opinion, nothing was as good as it got. "Thanks Ayame." He said sincerely.
"I'm going to get you a new icepack." She said, regaining some composure now that he was fully clothed.
She returned a moment later with a bag of ice, wrapped in a cloth towel. "Thanks." He said when she handed it to him, and he balanced it on the side of his head. It was pretty funny to watch actually. He didn't want to hold it with his hands, (he needed both to eat maximum amounts of popcorn) so he tilted his head to the side and placed it on the bump that was already forming. But he kept losing his balance, and tilting his head more, swaying a bit from side to side. After a few minutes of watching this, Ayame couldn't contain her giggles anymore.
"What are you laughing at?" He asked.
"Nothing." She continued to giggle uncontrollably as he tried to glare at her, which was kind of hard with his head tilted at an angle. "It's just, you look kind of funny with the icepack like that."
He growled in the back of the throat, and grabbed the icepack, tossing it onto the table, while grabbing another handful of popcorn. "Hey! You need to keep that on your head or else it will continue to swell!"
"I'm fine. It'll be better by tomorrow. I'm a Wolf-Youkai, remember?"
"Well, yeah, but it's going to hurt more if you don't put ice on it! It will help it heal."
"I don't wanna." He said childishly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Stop being such a baby, and the icepack on, damn it!" By this time, Ayame had grabbed the ice and was trying to get him to take it. She tried to put it on his head, but he grabbed her wrist, and since he was much stronger than her, he was able to just hold it midair like it was nothing.
"Yeah, but you'll laugh at me!" She grabbed his wrist with her other hand, and tried to yank herself free of his grasp, but with no avail.
"I won't, I promise! It was just funny! It will make it feel better if you put the ice on it!"
"It doesn't hurt, so it doesn't matter."
"That's a lie."
"How would you know?"
"Cause I know when you're lying!"
By now, Ayame was straddling his waist, trying to force the icepack on him. For some reason, he thought this was very funny, and started laughing. "Why won't you just let it go?" He asked between sniggers. "I'm not putting on the icepack, so you might as well give up."
"I'm not giving up, because you need to take better care of yourself! So put the damn icepack on!"
Ayame had one hand on the icepack, and the other grasping Kouga's hand, which was holding onto her wrist, keeping her from putting the icepack on him. "Fine, I'm put the fucking icepack on, you happy now?"
"Ecstatic." It was just then that she realized the position she was in. Here she is, pretty much in Kouga's lap, straddling his waist. "Uh." Was all she could come up with to say.
Kouga realized the situation they were in as well. Although he was acutely aware of the fact that her chest was pressed against his. He discovered that it's not a very good idea to think things like that, because it makes you go hard. What was he thinking? This is Ayame for crying out loud!
"Uh, heh, ok then. I'll, uh, take the icepack now then." He shifted his weight unconsciously under her so she wouldn't feel his erotic member.
Her green eyes locked onto his blue ones. Those were the kind of eyes you could get lost in. Her eyes trailed down to his lips, they looked wet and soft. Perfect for kissing. Ahhh! What was she thinking? How gross, this was Kouga she was thinking about!
Kouga followed her line of sight, seeing she was taking in the details of his face. In particular, his lips. She seemed to snap out of her daze, and gave him a sheepish smile. "Uh, yeah, ok." And she handed him the icepack as he let go of her wrist.
She reluctantly climbed off of him, and took her seat back next to him. The rest of the evening was spent in awkward silence.
But Kouga keep the ice on his head the whole time.