DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from the Inuyasha franchise

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*Thud*

Yashiro crashed on the carpet. This was the only way to relieve some stress. He turned on his back and looked at the ceiling.

'I should seriously think about remodeling. It's been a while.'

The life of Yashiro Takahashi had never been easy. He was a half-demon living in the US as an author under the pseudonym Inuyasha. Correction used to be an author. He hadn't written anything in a while and it wasn't because of the lack of trying.

Inuyasha was a well-known erotica author in his own right. Yes, erotica. That was one of the reasons why he chose to use a pseudonym and not write under his own name. The other was his family. That was a major reason. Yashiro groaned inwardly. It was not good to dwell on that.

He looked on the side, to his bookshelves. There were all kinds of books. He had been a bookworm since forever. The choice of writing erotica was purely coincidental. He realized over time, that tapping into the mind of his readers and igniting all types of feelings, including erotica, was something he just loved.

His first novel, 'her touch' was a bestseller. It was about a man and his inner turmoils around the one woman he couldn't have but knowing she was the only one that would ignite him in ways no one else could. He had spent months researching that feeling, to be able to pen it down in the most believable way. Alas, it wasn't meant to be. His heritage made things tricky. He finally resorted to writing from what he imagined would be the unbearable longing and pining of a man, only to experience this once-in-a-lifetime passion through his characters.

Yashiro sat up and removed his t-shirt which was drenched in sweat and made his way to the bathroom for a hot shower.

His second novel, 'her passion' was the current bestseller. This was again about a man who was falling irrevocably in love with an unavailable woman who happened to be his wife. His novels were centered around men and their undeniable feelings towards women who rarely wanted them, only to realize the love offered to them at the end. If only his own life was this exciting.

Yashiro got into the shower with a lasting thought. 'I haven't written in 2 years.' This was concerning. He had heard about writer's block but never thought it would happen to him after just 2 successful novels. He ran his hands through his hair as the water streamed down his hair and went around his body. This was frustrating and he needed to rectify it. His editor wanted to rectify this and that is why she wanted him to visit her and her family in the Hamptons for a weekend getaway. Yashiro had been against this. There was nothing to like about this idea but he was at his wits end with what to do.

He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before moving to the mirror. Rubbing away the fog, he analyzed himself thoroughly. He was an attractive guy. Correction, he was an attractive half-demon. Dating for him was, hard. When the humans and demons entered an alliance with the treaty and law, they decided it was in the best interest of both the parties to have legal bindings when there was, if there was, an intermingling of the races. It made sense at the time, but it was inconvenient at most right now. You wanna know why? They forgot about the half-demons. Half-demons weren't humans or demons per se, but they didn't have a special classification for themselves until a few centuries ago.

'The other class' is what half-demons are called by the HDA department. The initial rule was simple, you can choose to follow one of the two (human or demon) laws and stick to it till the end of your life. Easy? No. Half demons tend to live as long as demons, which is very long. The oldest demon to be alive right now is over 1000yrs old but looks in his 30s, so you get the point. Yashiro himself was over 100yrs old, a pup if you must by demon standards. So human laws for half-demons were a joke. Demon laws on the other hand were designed for full-blood demons who had more control over their temperament and 'abilities' which translates to the urge to slaughter. They had to come up with a name and clause for half-demons down the line and hence 'the other class'. 'The other class' were highly monitored even though their numbers were considerably less. It wasn't discrimination per se, more like an inconvenience. Every birth and relationship of 'the other class' had to be reported to the HDA. They had to routinely check in with the nearest HDA offices for free health checks. Weird but okay.

This also discouraged humans and demons from mingling. Their kids would be half-demons, with rules and restrictions in society. Of course, the world has evolved. A lot. Things are more acceptable and common, especially in the US but these laws are still present and more so universal. If Yashiro wants to date anyone, human or demon, he needs to inform the HDA. If he breaks up, he needs to inform the HDA. If he has a child, he needs to inform them. His last routine check was fine and he aced the physical examination. Joy.

He moved to his room to check what he should wear and pack for his trip. He settled for wearing a white crisp shirt and blue jeans and tossed a few clothes in his suitcase with essentials for the Hamptons. He threw a book, laptop, and some reading materials from his publisher in as well and looked around his apartment.

It was a nice apartment with a balcony. Spacious bachelor pad where he had written those masterpieces. He was hoping to write some more, hopefully as soon as he returns from this godforsaken trip. He grabbed his phone and wallet from the nightstand and moved out to the store down the road to grab a pack of cigarettes and a bite before heading to the airport.

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'Hey Megan, it's me Yashiro. I should be there by lunchtime I think. Just left home, and will be heading to the airport in 10. Let me know if you want me to grab something for you. Please tell Jack that I will not be golfing this weekend and that I just want some time to look around and observe. Will text you when I reach, Ciao.'

Yashiro got off the phone with his publisher's answering machine. He was positive she was busy being frantic and cooking for her huge family. He smiled looking at his phone and imagining Megan screaming at her husband Jack for not picking up the call. She was a sweetheart.

Yashiro kept his phone inside and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket when he saw a red Buick Encore pull up.

He was still trying to see what was up when a slender figure came out of the car frantic and moved to check the left front tire. He couldn't see the face, but he could hear her sigh out aloud and moved to check if she needed some help.

"Do you need some help?" He still had some time before heading to the airport so he thought of doing his good deed for the day.

The woman whipped around suddenly at the sound of his voice, while her long flowing hair whisked through his face. He could smell the strawberry hint from her conditioner and inwardly groaned at how amazing the fragrance was. He had to try his best not to growl with approval while closing his eyes and inhaling more of it. This was seemingly becoming a bad idea.

The woman, surprisingly an extremely pretty human, with hazel eyes was staring at him. No doubt taking in his features and doing the math of his heritage. Was she going to be like those conservative pricks and ask him to mind his own business just because he was a half-demon? He was hoping it wasn't the case.

"Are you alright?"

"Ah, sorry. I was lost in thought. Could I trouble you a bit with helping me?" She was grinning like a cat now. Yashiro shook his head and smiled a little inside, he was getting paranoid over nothing. 'That' hasn't happened in over a decade.

"No problemo. I see you have a flat. Let's change the tires and you'll be good to go." He moved towards the tire and proceeded to fold up his white sleeves. Megan was going to kill him if he arrived at her family brunch with a dirty white shirt on.

"Thank you so much. By the way, I am Kagome." The outstretched hand and tucking the strands of her hair behind her ear was cute. He couldn't help but grin. His day might just start looking up.

"Yashiro." He said while shaking her hands. Soft skin. Being an erotica author might just leave you observing every small detail you come across. Especially if someone has soft hands like this.

He turned to avoid looking like an idiot and crouched looking at the tire.

"So Yashiro, what's the diagnosis? How soon can I hit the road? I am running behind schedule as it is and I have a long drive ahead of me."

"Well, depends on the spare tire. Should take 5 tops!"

"Awesome! Do you need a hand?"

"Nope. I'm good."

"Alright. I'll grab us a drink from the store." Yashiro moved to the back of the car with Kagome to get the spare tire and tools. He picked them up with ease and started working on removing the current tire while Kagome went to the store.

He was done surprisingly fast. His demon heritage did help, but the thought of talking to Kagome face to face nailed it.

"That was quick" Yashiro turned towards Kagome while dusting off the dirt from his Jeans. The morning sun was shining behind her and it soaked her completely. She was holding 2 Colas and god he needed one.

This was new. Yashiro had yet to feel this pull for any female. He had met his share of pretty and irresistible women, human and demon alike, across the years but Kagome was something else. He didn't know what she was like or what she liked or her hobbies. Nothing. But there was this pull he could feel the moment he saw her. 'Imprint' is what demons call it but he was a half-demon. Would that still work? He needed to find out.

"Well, perks of being of demon descent" He replied with a wide grin while dusting his hand.

"And I believe you are all set to hit the road. Thank you for the drink" Yashiro said while accepting the drink Kagome offered while walking towards him.

"Thank you so much. You have no idea the kind of hell my grandmother would give me if I arrive late to the Hamptons. You are a lifesaver!"

Yashiro did a double-take at Kagome. Was this maybe destiny? His day was definitely starting to turn around.

"The Hamptons? You are driving all the way there? Why not take a flight?" Yashiro was drinking cola while looking very amused at Kagome.

"So, I am going to the Hamptons for a family thing and I kind of want to delay it as much as I can. Roadtrip sounded fun, but I couldn't have been more wrong. So here I am, stuck on a not-so-fun trip. I shudder over my trip back." Yashiro was impressed. No, he was more than impressed. Here was a beautiful woman making her way to a commitment she wasn't keen on but trying to make the most of it.

"You know, I was heading to the Hamptons myself. I wouldn't mind your company." Smooth. That was what he was going for. Did she think he was flirting with her? Well he is, but he didn't want to scare her away. His flirting skills were as good as the characters from his novels were. Hypothetically, maybe really good but practically he wasn't sure.

"Are you sure? I mean I would love the company, but we just met. Are you sure?" He chuckled. This woman was surprising him by the second.

"Shouldn't that be my line? I could very well be the big-bad wolf enticing red ridding hood for a road tryst, you know." He chuckled and continued with a sly smile. Well technically a dog, but she didn't ask and he wasn't going to say. Yet.

"You promise?" Hook, line, and sinker.

Kagome and Yashiro and just initiated a dangerous game. There was no turning back. 4hrs on the road with this woman, oh the possibilities.

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