Disclaimer: What do you mean I don't own Inuyasha! What's going on! (Oh, and I don't own Born to be wild either!)

Warnings: Heh, you knew it was coming. Ok, we have a lime in this chapter and (oh goodness, really?) more cursing.

A/N: Ok, 4 chapters. 4 days. Nifty. Alright, you are going to have no idea what's going on in the beginning and end of this chapter, but don't worry, that's how it's suposed to be. The middle is all flashback by the way. You're welcome to guess why she's all freaked out though:D Yay for reviews! Enjoy! (Oh, and one more thing: Za Soukutsu means "The Hangout" in Japanese. I hope.)

Ayame frantically searched the cabinets for the cleaning supplies. Old habits die hard I guess. Whenever she was nervous or stressed, she'd clean. It was as simple as that.

She found the Ajax and a sponge and started scrubbed franticly on the bathroom counter, as if it would save her life. Maybe if she scrubbed hard enough, it would.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit!" She chanted to herself. "Why did I have to be so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

If she scrubbed any more on the tiles of the counter, she'd probably dig up the grout. She moved on to the shower.

Ayame licked another long stroke on her rocky road ice-cream. Kouga's crystal blue eyes followed the trail of her tongue, obviously intrigued. How could someone make something as simple as eating an ice-cream cone so damn sensual! He realized he was staring, and immediately tugged his eyes away from her.

"I've never been to the park when there are so little people here!" She said, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them.

"Well, most people come after school gets out, so it's pretty quiet up here the rest of the day."

They were sitting atop a hill in the park, on a little green bench. Their view of the city was spectacular, and they were situated right above the Koi pond that the park was famous for. They had stopped at a vender for ice-cream, and were now sitting comfortably, enjoying each other's company.

"The Koi are so pretty." Ayame said breathlessly, watching the colorful fish swim around the pond.

Neither of them had mentioned the position they had woken up in this morning. Both were too self-conscious of what the other might think if they tried to talk about it.

"Well, it's hard to get a view like this during the afternoon. You either have to kick some kids off the bench, or wrestle an old lady for it. That's why it's best to come while school's in session."

"I guess you're right." She agreed, still watching the fish in the pond.

"Ok, finish your ice-cream; I have a surprise for you."

After they both had eaten their ice-cream, Kouga took her hand and started leading her out of the park. Although he was half dragging her, it felt nice to have her fingers intertwined with his.

He led (ok, pulled) her down Main Street, darting down what seemed to be a random alleyway. "Where are we-?"

"Shhhh," He hushed her. "Just hold on." He walked over to a door that Ayame hadn't noticed before; it just seemed to blend with the grunge of the alley. He knocked twice, and a little peephole slid open.

"Who's there?" Said a deep, obviously disguised voice.

"Kado you nimrod, it's me! Open the damn door already!"

"Kouga? Damn, why didn't you say so?" The peephole slid closed, and the door swung open. "Bud, where've you been? I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Ah," He said nonchalantly, "You know the routine, places to go, people to see."

"God knows it. Now what are you doing just standing out in that alleyway? Come in already!"

Ayame had been silent through this interaction, clearly confused as to what was going on. Is this some kind of gang or something?

Kouga took her hand, much more gently this time, and lead her into the dark room. After a moment of letting her eyes adjust to the dim light, she could see what appeared to be a bar.

"Kouga!" Yelled the barkeep. "Welcome back! We missed your entertainment!"

That gained a little chuckle from Kouga. "It's good to be back. I brought a friend, this is Ayame."

Having been virtually forgotten up to this point, Ayame was a bit shy with all the attention, and blushed profusely when the barkeeper yelled to them, "Wow, she's a pretty one wolf-boy! Where have you been hiding her?"

He let out a little laugh, but led Ayame over to one of the table placed strategically throughout the joint. "What the hell is going on?" She whispered to him.

"Welcome to Za Soukutsu!" He said, gesturing around the establishment. "I used to work here."

"AT A BAR?"

"Well, yes, but no. I was a singer here four nights a week."

"You had a job, and you didn't tell me! And you can sing?"

He just had to laugh at her shocked expression. "Yes, I can sing."

"Pretty damn well, too!" The barkeeper added, having overheard their conversation.

"Hey Daisuke, get us something to drink why don't ya. The good stuff, ok?"

"Comin' right up." The man returned a moment later with two shot glasses filled with some white liquid. "On the house." He announced.

Ayame was afraid to ask. "Uh, what is that?"

Kouga smirked and drank his in one gulp. She looked absolutely horrified. "Chill Ayame, its milk."

"Milk? They serve milk at a bar?"

"You bet we do," Daisuke told her. "It's one of Kouga here's favorites."

Said wolf-demon blushed a little from embarrassment. "Hey Kouga, sing us a song!" Someone from a neighboring table yelled.

"Not today guys, I'm just here to relax."

"Come on Kouga, I want to hear you sing! It'll be fun!" Ayame looked at him with her big green eyes, and he gulped, seeing that there was no way out.

"Can't disappoint the little lady, now can you Kouga?" Daisuke told him, pulling him out of his chair, and giving him a good push toward the stage.

He reluctantly jumped up onto the stage, and looked over at the barkeeper who was currently putting music into the player for him to sing to. There was something distinctly wrong with the smile plastered on his face. When the music came on, he knew why.

Not just no, but hell no.

"Daisuke, I am NOT singing to that!"

"Come on Kouga, it's all in good fun." But that smile her wore said otherwise.

Several woops and hollers came from the audience. Ayame wasn't sure what the song was, she'd never heard it before.

Kouga took a deep breath and closed his eyes, listening to the beat of the music. Hard rock and a catchy beat seemed to surround him. He smirked as an idea came to him. "This one's going out to Ayame," He said in a deep sexy voice that she'd never heard him use before, "For keeping me as tame as she can." Several woops and whistles followed this statement, and Ayame blushed a red that would put roses to shame.

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

The instrumental followed, and Kouga proceeded to do a goofy air guitar. Ayame's mouth literally dropped. Where'd he learn to sing like that!

Daisuke took in her shocked expression, and laughed a little. "He'd never admit it, but Kouga could have a career in singing. The angels blessed him with one hellva voice." Ayame just nodded dully, still completely taken aback by his talent.

He started singing again, but she couldn't hear the words. Her eyes locked onto his, and she just knew that he was singing for her, no matter how goofy the song was. It soon ended, and he hopped off the stage, and took his seat back next to Ayame. Thunderous applause followed him there.

"That was….wow." Was all that Ayame could come up with after a moment of silence.

He let out a little chuckle. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Sing us another one Kouga!"

"Sorry boys, but I'm done for the day." Several moans of protest were heard, but Kouga held firm, hiding a small smile by taking a drink of his milk.

Kouga was approached several times while the two were sitting in Za Soukutsu, all by people that he seemed to know. Ayame loved to watch him talk to all the people in the bar, each seeming to have an interesting story to tell them, or something to tell her to embarrass Kouga.

Kouga finished off another milk, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Ok, we have one more thing to do today." He got up, and took Ayame's hand again to lead her out of the establishment. "Thanks for the hospitality Daisuke!" He yelled over his shoulder to the man working the bar.

"Anytime Kouga, you're always welcome!"

"So where are we going now." She asked when they were back on the main street.

Kouga seemed kind of preoccupied as he scanned the window fronts. He ignored her statement, but when they came across a general store, he pulled her inside.

"Ok, what are we looking for?"

"A trashcan."

"What do we need a trashcan for?"

He smirked. "You'll see."

They found a black plastic trashcan, and purchased it. ("Not metal," Kouga had said, "It's too hard to maneuver." Whatever that means.)

So here they are, on the top of the tallest grassy hill in the park, lugging a black plastic trashcan along with them. "Ok, get in." He told her.

"What?"

"Get into the trash can." He laid it down on its side, and gestured for her to climb in.

"Why?"

"Do you want me to get in first then?"

"What are we both going to be doing in a trashcan for crying out loud?"

"Rolling down the hill."

It was so hard for him to keep a strait face when he saw her expression. She looked like he'd just asked her if she stood on corners in a miniskirt every night for extra cash. Oh, that's a good one; he'll have to remember that. "Are you insane!"

"Possibly." And with that, he climbed into the trashcan. "Are you joining me, or not?"

She sighed, and climbed in on top of him. Why do they make trashcans so small? "If we die, I'm going to kill you." She told him.

"Fair enough." And he pushed them off of the top of the hill.

She could feel the pull of gravity as the tumbled down the hill, rolling inside a trashcan. It was like one of those rides that you pay five bucks for at the fair, and don't even enjoy. Except this was a rush that you could never buy at the fair.

When they reached the bottom, Ayame burst out laughing. "That was so cool!" She said in-between giggles. "Can we do it again?"

Her laughter was contagious, and soon he was laughing as well. They defiantly were a sight; two teenagers sprawled out on the ground laughing hysterically next to an upturned garbage can.

When their outburst died down, they realized the position they were in. They were lying on the ground facing each other in a manner that would suggest that they were a couple. Their eyes met, and blue clashed with green.

"Kouga, maybe we should-" But his eyes silenced her, like they were trying to tell her something.

His hand encircled her neck, and pulled her closer to him. He could smell her nervousness. Did he make her nervous?

She could feel his hot breath against her face, his hand still around her neck. She felt like she should break the eye contact, but couldn't. Something about those depthless crystal blue pools held her there.

He pulled her closer still, and her eyes widened, knowing what he was about to do. His lips brushed gently against hers, waiting for a reaction. Her body seemed to act on it's own as her arms encircled his neck pulling him closer, telling him that this was what she wanted.

Her lips moved against his, and he felt relief like he'd never felt before. She didn't reject him. He kissed her harder, his other hand settling on her hip. She gasped a little when she felt his hand around her waist, and he took the opportunity to dart his tongue into her willing mouth.

This made her gasp again when she felt his tongue against her own, but she soon got used to the feeling, and explored his mouth as well. He could have kissed her forever if it had not been for the lack of air you get when kissing someone so vigorously.

He reluctantly pulled away from her lips, and settled his face into the crock of her neck, breathing in her scent which was now hinted with arousal. He kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder lightly, and savored the feeling of her shivering beneath him before pulling way from her completely.

If he didn't stop now, he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop at all. He so desperately wanted to feel her bare skin beneath his fingertips, make her moan his name, and give her the pleasure the only he could offer. But it was too soon. He would never push her, and he didn't want to do something to her that she might regret later on.

He lay back onto the grass next to her, and heard her sigh. Everything seemed perfect.

Ayame dropped her sponge and broke down in tears as she remembered what happened next. Why was she so stupid? Why did she believe that he really cared?