"Well, Sally's going to be pissed off for a while," Sango said, looking at Miroku's swollen lip. They were sitting in a booth, and Sango was trying to figure out the damage to her future husband's face.
"Nah," Miroku said, waving it off, "she'll get over it." Sango said something and the two laughed, but Kagome was too deep in thought to notice. Inuyasha had seemed furious. She tried to think of reason why he had suddenly blown up and hit Miroku like that.
She was a little afraid of it, actually. Sure, she knew Inuyasha had a nasty temper sometimes, but never had she seen him so angry. She hoped it wasn't because she slapped him. She would have hated knowing she was the cause of a fight.
Just then a door opened, and Kagome glanced at it. A tall, beautiful, slender woman walked into the bar. From the look on her face, she was disgusted by the stench of booze and smoke. Her violet cashmere sweater was tight against her small frame, and her bony face was pale. Small, pointy breasts struggles to show. Khaki pants covered her long legs, covering black boots with a heel Kagome would never even dream of wearing. Her big, black Chanel bag was sleek and shiny, almost as big as her torso. Diamonds decorated her ears, making them sparkle.
To put it simply, the woman was high-class and loved to show it off in front of the low-class that filled the bar. Kagome was almost positive there was a limo waiting for her outside.
The woman walked past the catcalls of drunks at the bar and into the same room Inuyasha had disappeared into earlier.
Inuyasha sat with his head in his hands, ashamed of himself. He had punched Miroku, his best friend and band mate, in the bar where they first played.
She's not going anywhere.
He stood up, but sat back down. Maybe he had more to drink than he thought he did.
I had to get out of there. They were talking about a guy in that band over there.
He closed his eyes, remembering how her lips tasted.
You know, she's pretty special.
He clenched his fists.
You haven't been happy in a long time.
A tear escaped him.
Inuyasha, she was bitch. Not every woman will be that way.
He clenched his fists harder, blood coming from the small cuts in his hand.
I think if you got to know her, she would understand.
That was when Inuyasha had punched him.
"Why did I know you would be here?" Inuyasha turned. She closed the door behind her but didn't turn on the lights. "There are people having fun, but you needed to hide. I would not blame you, of course."
She walked over to him and took a lock of his sliver-white hair, running it between two fingers. It was like a fine silk. She smirked in the pale moonlight and he brought his head down.
"She looks so much like me, Inuyasha. Did you think I wouldn't have noticed? Did you think your little replacement would get past me? She would get past him?" She closed in, her hot breath on his ear. "Is she your new dealer?" Inuyasha yanked away.
"She's not like that!" He shouted, his eyes turning a crimson evil for just a moment. "She's clean, Kikyo. I am too." Kikyo laughed.
"Clean? Inuyasha, you were born filthy. Your whole life is disgusting, and that is something you just refuse to learn." He turned away. "She has secrets too. In fact, he knows all about her dirty little past."
"You're wrong!" Inuyasha shouted, tears rolling down his cheeks. He shoved Kikyo aside and walked across the room, leaning his head against the cool concrete wall, sliding down on his knees.
"How would you know, Inuyasha?" Kikyo said, raising her voice. "You don't even know who she is." Kikyo ripped off the black knit cap Inuyasha had been wearing. She brought her other hand down on his head, stroking what she uncovered. "My little monster…"
"I'm not yours Kikyo…not anymore," Inuyasha whispered. She tilted his head back so he was looking up at her from his kneeling position. She smiled, and then slapped him across the face. He winced despite himself.
"When your done screwing around, Inuyasha, look me up. I might let you in on my success."
"You slept your way to the top," he said, but winced when she pulled on his right ear.
"Scum," she said, kissing his swollen cheek. She tossed him aside and straightened, readying herself to go back into the bar. "You know what I want. I'll be waiting, Inuyasha."
She slammed the door on her way out, but no one noticed her. Kagome was the only person to look up to see the woman walk out of Sally's and into the New York night.
Inuyasha stood up. He wiped his face, wincing when he touched the place where she slapped him. It would heal in a minute. He looked for his hat in the dark, playing with it in his hands. A mirror was illuminated in the corner, covered with dust and a crack in the corner. Inuyasha looked at himself.
A monster. That was what she called him.
But he was, and he knew it. His whole he felt like the monster he was. A face only a mother could love, he thought. Yeah, right.
Inuyasha punched the mirror, filthy shard flying in all directions. He didn't move as the glass pierced him, his hand bleeding. He didn't even feel the pain.
The door flew open, a small amount of light appearing from behind the shadow.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome cried, running into the room, the door slamming behind her. "Oh my God, what'd you do?"
She grabbed his hand and led him away from the broken glass. Immediately she reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of water. She pulled out a handkerchief. Slowly she began to try and clean his hand.
"You so better not get an infection," she said. She didn't notice that he yanked on his hat. "This really needs to be cleaned better than this. Actually, I think the bleeding stopping a little bit. Still, you defiantly aren't playing tonight."
He watched as her hands worked, worriedly but confidently. She was concerned, and he had been so terrible to her.
"Kagome really, you don't need to-,"
"Yes I do," she said, not letting him finish. "You're hurt, and even though you are such a pain in my backside, I want to help you. Don't ask me why, because I don't know." He cupped her face in his other hand and brought her face up to look at him.
"Don't worry 'bout me. I'll be fine, really. Why don't you just get back out there?" He said. Kagome felt her heart quicken, and was s o sure that he could hear it. She looked into his eyes and saw it.
A tear, wishing it could fall.
"Inuyasha…why don't we get out of here?" she asked, standing up. She held out her hand, offering it to him. "There's a side of NYC I've never seen before, and I want you to show it to me."
"Really?" he asked, not believing her.
"Really," she said. He took her hand and she opened the door, leading him back through the bar and out the front. Inuyasha watched her, just trying to understand how a woman could be so beautiful. He tried to stop himself, he really did. She kept denying it, not want to believe it.
I'm in love.