Chapter 2:

Kagome rolled her eyes. This scene was far too familiar for comfort. She pushed passed them, thinking they were just standing in the middle and not actually in line, and strolled up to the counter.

"Hi, how can I help you?" The cashier asked, nervously glancing at the two bickering idiots that seemed to have suddenly stopped in the middle of said rant.

Kagome, ignoring them, was just about to order, when she was promptly interrupted, "Oi, we were here first." Said the baldy.

Kagome looked to the person who interrupted her, "Obviously, I don't care. Now if you don't mind, I was in the middle of something."

The red head stepped up behind his friend, "Do you know how to wait your turn?"

She leaned against the counter, "You were the idiots that were standing in the middle of the floor arguing like an old married couple. Don't come to me because I couldn't tell why you were there. I'm almost done anyway, so just stand in line like you were supposed to and be good little boys that wait till mommy is done." Kagome turned back to the cashier, who looked like she was trying to cover a laugh, ordered, paid, and went to go find herself a seat.

The guys couldn't believe what had just happened. Some little girl, not only cut in line, but had the gall to insult them. To add insult to injury, she completely dismissed them as unimportant. The little girl had walked away like nothing happened.

They shared a look and nodded. Turning around and placing their orders, they went to 'speak' to the person that left them in the dust, so to speak.

"You know, Ikkaku, she's kinda hot." The red head said to the baldy, now identified as Ikkaku.

Ikkaku shrugged. He was always far more interested in fighting then in the opposite sex. This had led Renji to wonder about Ikkaku on more than one occasion.

Approaching the petite woman, Renji sat in the chair across from her, "You could at least apologize for doing that you know."

Kagome looked up from her phone, "Right. Why would I do that? You were the ones causing a scene. I commend you on being happy together, but not everyone wants to see a lover's spat while they are eating. It makes the food taste bad."

Renji's jaw dropped and Ikkaku looked like a fish. Kagome ignored them both and went to the counter to pick up her food.

Grabbing her "To Go" bag, she smiled at the two Shinigami and walked out trying hard not to laugh. It had been so long since she was able to laugh like the care free person she used to be.

As she made her way home, she felt a strong reiatsu coming her way and fast. Not in the mood to be plowed down, she moved against the wall and saw as a large, thug-looking man was coming to a stop not far in front of her.

Taking a glance at the man whose way she had just moved out of made her heart almost stop. While she had seen many great looking men in the Sengoku Jidai, she had never seen a man that looked quite like him.

He was wearing a patch over is right eye and had a scar on the left side of his face, from his hair line to his chin. She fought the blush that was threatening to take over. It had been a really long time since she had been affected by the opposite sex in any way.

After what Inuyasha had done, she never allowed men to get anywhere near her, with very few exceptions. Shippou, Miroku, Kouga, Sesshoumaru, Souta, and he grandfather were the only men she would let anywhere near her. She didn't have the heart to turn away her son, brothers, and grandfather. The only people who understood what she had gone through were in the past.

She didn't understand why this man made her heart beat too fast or why she felt like she had butterflies in her stomach. While this man wasn't ethereal like Sesshoumaru; he didn't have that gentle, rugged look like Kouga. This man looked like a fighter. He had bloodlust written all over his face and that somehow attracted her to him. He was taller than her inu brother and extremely broad. She knew that if she was able to see his chest, which she had desperately wanted at the moment, he would be extremely cut and as hard as steel. This man was pure muscle and that called to her more than anything.

Kagome didn't know when that glance turned into a full on stare, but the man before seemed to have felt her eyes on him. He turned to face her and gave a shark like grin. That grin only served to make her more aware of what she was feeling from him. Not being able to help herself, she gave a smile. When she realized what she had done, she ran off as fast as she could to the sound of his chuckling.

Kenpachi was running around looking for his third seat and the sixth squad fuku-taichou. He saw a petite woman ahead of him move out of his way and it made him stop. He didn't know why, but his curiosity got the better of him.

When he came to a stop in front of her, he did his best not to look at her, sadly it didn't work.

While his body wasn't facing her, his eyes were studying her. Her long raven black hair with its midnight blue high lights caught his eye. Her stormy grey eyes were clouded. His breath was taken away. He was not one to pay attention to women. In fact, he felt, that unless they could fight, they were useless; the only exception being Yachiru, not that he would ever admit it. He felt the same thing about men.

He lived his life by fighting. He never thought about romance. He left things like that to everyone else. He saw no appeal to romance. He knew a woman would never be attracted to the kind of man he was, full of bloodlust and vulgarity. With this knowledge, he didn't bother looking for that "significant other," as people would call them.

He couldn't understand what it was about this specific woman that drew his attention. Yes, she was gorgeous, but she wasn't someone that would care for someone like him. He didn't understand why that thought caused a pang in his heart. When he noticed that she wasn't looking around him, but, in fact, at him, he gave a grin. He saw her blush as returned a gentle smile. He kept watching as realization passed through her eyes and she took off, looking even redder. He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.

A/N: I know it's been a really long time since I have updated, but I apologize. I had a run in with every writer's arch enemy…the dreaded writer's block. GRIMMICH, I hope you like this chapter, also everyone else. Please review! It makes us writers feel loved. :] Merry Christmas Everyone!