Ok, here is another update and I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 2

Glaring irritably in the direction of the offense noise, Kagome rose slowly. A bit disgruntled, she reached for her phone and flipped it open, "Hello mom."

"Kagome." Came her mother's cryptic reply.

"How are you?"

"You did not call me when you arrived. I waited three hours and now I'm calling you. Why do I have to call you? Not there a whole day and you're already acting like your father; irresponsible," with each word, Kagome's mother became more glacial.

"I'm sorry. I was just so tired when I got here and-"

"Of course. How was the flight?"

"It was pretty long, but overall it was fine. Chicago is such an interesting place to be, mom, you—"Kagome was cut short by snort of indignation.

"I what, Kagome? Would love it there? Hardly. It's a crying shame you decided to leave for Chicago; of all places? The schools here in Tokyo are so much better? I thought I taught you to do what's best for you in the long run and not what's most 'interesting' at the moment."

"I know, mom, I just wanted to get some worldly experience, I never said I wouldn't go to Tokyo University," Kagome carefully made sure not to promise she would, in fact, go to TU. The moment she said those words, her life would be set in stone and she just wanted a few options.

Mitoko Higurashi was a stern, calculating business woman. She did not waste time with pleasantries, nor did she give two shits about what people thought of her. If her job asked it of her, she would do it—no questions asked. So when Mitoko's CEO asked her to become the president of the AFC main branch in Tokyo, Japan, Mitoko wasted no time packing up her life and proceeding to do so. From California to Tokyo, her mother planned to go. Kagome and Mitoko had been living in California, after another impromptu move from Shibuya, for four years and Kagome was just preparing to become a senior in her school Pacific Vista Ridge High School. The thought of moving back to Tokyo was appealing, but not as much as staying in America. Kagome found a refreshing pool of originality in America; she didn't want to go back to the mundane, mediocrity that was Japan on average.

After tiring arguments and weeks of silent treatments her mother finally allowed her to move in with her dad, but not without consequences.

"I simply do not know how you are going to manage with your middle class father. I told you, I will only send you two hundred dollars a month."

"Mom, that's more than enough. Thank you."

"Oh? Is it, Kagome? For the majority of your life you've been living on standards most would call rich. You better be prepared to make some serious cut backs in your little life. No more designing your own clothing—you can't afford to have them made! No more silly writing conventions—though I can't even fathom pretending I'm not glad about that!"

"Conventions aren't that expensive…"

"Try 2,000 dollars every summer, no matter where we've lived, since you were 13! Try that! Do the math, Kagome…come home."

Just like that, Kagome saw the first true proof of her mother's humanity. It didn't happen very often, vulnerability, for her mother, but when it did it always got to Kagome on deep levels. She could see her mother's deep brown eyes sliding clothes in what she considered an admission of loneliness; see her mother run her hand through her mass of bone-straight midnight locks; see her mother cross her arms and legs in an subconscious attempt to deflect the sadness she felt. Yet, she was not moved.

"Mom, I can handle this. I just want to be with my dad at least one year out of my life since you guys split. I'm sorry. I will visit soon and-"

"I must go! I have meeting and I am about to be late. Goodbye."

And that was that. The conversation was over and gone was any chance of her and her mother reconciling after this move.

Water, hot dogs, mustard, ketchup, relish, three-day-old milk, half a loaf of bread, a box of Lucky Charms™, and a scary looking jar of something.

"Seriously, dad?"

Kagome walked to her laptop and flipped it on. She only had a twenty dollar bill, but she didn't want to starve. Thanking the kami's for her dad having wireless, Kagome ordered her some pizza from the first national name that came to mind.

While she waited for her greasy meal to arrive Kagome further checked out the house.

Her father lived a very bachelor like lifestyle, but he had a flair for decoration as her room had shown. The living room, which was as large as any average apartment, contained a large wrap around couch and a new looking 50-something flat screen. There were two stylish lazy boys on either side of the large couch and a coffee table that was littered with Sports Illustrated magazines and remotes. Under the TV, that was hanging on the wall, sat an entertainment center that held all the electronics a male could ever need; a blu-ray player, a DVD player, an Xbox 360, a PS3, a PS2, a Wii, and a strange little stereo that it all seemed to be connected to. The cable box sat neatly apart from the gadgets and the remote sat perfectly centered on top of that.

The entire room was done in shades of brown. It gave the house a very masculine, yet warm feeling. It was very obvious someone lived here.

Often Kagome had gotten comments that her house looked like it was on display. Her mother kept things very neat and crisp. They never had more than they needed and everything they did have was very efficient, not really for show.

The dining room was designed just like the living room and the table was glass. She could tell her father rarely used it, though, by the neat placement of the placemats and the lovely centerpiece. The kitchen took on a new feel, it was more modern with the nice very hi-tech stove in the island and granite counters. This room kept a cool cream, tan, and kind of rustic brand feel. Kagome ran her hands over the counter top; she recalled the days her father and mother would spend hours in the kitchen together, making amazing meals. Her mother didn't cook much anymore. She wondered if her father had kept up the practice.

Kagome started when she heard the 'zing' of a door bell being buzzed. Walking cautiously to the door she peered through the peep-hole.

Smiling she unlocked the door and swung it open, "Oh wow, I lost track of time! One second!"

She turned away from the gorgeous boy holding her pizza. Despite the terribly unattractive uniform, the boy was anything but. He had deep eyes that made her want to melt and beautifully pale skin. She could tell he was Asian. His hair was pulled back, but he had had a sensual smirk on his face.

Checking her image in the mirror in her room, she flipped her hair and winked coyly. Maybe he could be a new friend? She snatched the twenty out of her wallet and dashed back to the door only find him now standing in the living room observing the TV with mild interest.

"Are you a video game person?" Kagome was at a loss as to what to say to the handsome boy who had waltzed into her house unwelcomed and was eyeing her dad's collection.

"Not particularly. I usually deliver to Higurashi-san. You look so much like him! You simply must be his daughter. Or younger sister? Which is it?"

Gay. He was definitely, unmistakably gay. Flamboyantly…

"Miss?"

"Gay…"

Kagome's eyes widened the moment she said it. How rude could she be? Slapping her hand over her mouth she stared at him with tears forming in her eyes. She was such a horrible, terrible person.

However, the boy smiled and strolled to the table and sat the pizza down, "Honey, you have no idea how irrevocably gay I am."

"I'm sorry! I just…I was shocked."

The boy smiled at her and sauntered, yes sauntered, to her and rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Psh. It's forgotten," the boy pulled on a lock of her hair, "girl you have the best hair I have ever seen. It's so black; it's almost blue and just as thick as it wants to be. You look a lot like your dad, you know. I know him well. My cousin plays for his team."

"Oh? Really. That's so cool! Do you go to my school?"

"Yep. I can tell we're going to be friends. It's a sixth sense I have; I always know a best friend when I see one! I have to go," he walked to the open door and paused, laying his hand on the door frame he turned, "I'll call you later, okay? What's your name? My name is Jakotsu. You can call me Jak or Jakie."

"I'm Kagome; it's nice to meet you Jakotsu. Do you need my number?"

"Oh no, just answer my call! Ta, Kagome-chan."

And like that, he was gone.

Kagome strode to the door and pushed it closed. Leaning against it, a rueful hint of a smile appeared on her lips, "What colorful people, Chicago has."

Shaking her head she locked the door and grinned evilly at the table, then pausing and letting out a horrified gasp, "I never paid for the pizza! Well, maybe he won't remember!"

Jakotsu leaned against his car and one pale, manicured hand began to unbutton his stifling work shirt while the other slid up his phone. Narrowing his eyes he flipped through his contacts until he found his snoop.

A sexy smirk came to his face as he heard the answer. "Speak."

"I need a number…"

Lounging on her bed, Kagome flipped through pages and pages of her latest novel, Twisted Sex. Shaking her head at her own perverse nature, she made small edits where she felt she got a little lazy.

"In case of desperation, call Mr. Sex God! In case of desperation, call Mr. Sex-"

Lunging across her bed she snatched her phone up and answered breathlessly, "Inuyasha, I will kill you! I told you stop changing your ringtone to that awful, awful line. I mean, really, 'In case of desperation, call Mr. Sex God'? So not funny. What if my dad was around!?"

"Well, I would hope he wouldn't answer! That would make him woefully gay."

Kagome froze, this was definitely not Inuysha. Taking the phone away from her face she realized it was a local number, "Jakotsu?"

"The one and only. Be ready in an hours' time, kay my love? I want to go shopping. It's five p.m. now. You have until six. See you!"

Kagome stared blankly at her phone blankly for a moment and then jumped up to get ready. Hell, there was no reason why she shouldn't take advantage of the chance to see Chicago with her new friend. She knew her dad would understand and not mind.

Like promised, it was almost exactly an hour when Jakotsu pulled up outside in his car and was knocking on Kagome's door. She hurried and added the last parts to her outfit and ran to open the door. She was wearing a pair of fitted jeans and a white T with a blue fitted jacket that was half zipped.

"Well aren't you cute, Jakotsu commented when the door opened. "And so fresh out of Japan? I almost expected you to answer in a kimono."

Kagome smiled and closed the door as the two of them proceeded to get in his car. He pulled out of the parking garage and into the busy streets. Kagome was impressed, she had heard nothing but horrible things about the driving in Chicago, but Jakotsu handled It like a pro with no worries.

"So what's your major?" Jakotsu asked, sparking a conversation.

"Fashion, of course. Its art you can wear."

"Me too. That is just fabulous. We'll have classes together."

Kagome was happy to hear that she wouldn't be completely alone at school. Having one friend to show her around was better than nothing.

"Oh, and I hope that you don't mind if my cousins meet us at the mall. One of them is going off to school tomorrow for a while and I just must show you off." Jakotsu announced, turning another corner and avoiding a car that was almost driving in the wrong lane.

Man, how did people out here get their license? "No, I don't mind."

"Excellent. One of them also goes to our school and plays for your dad's team."

Kagome was a little bit more interested. She knew that she would eventually meet the team if her dad still had the tradition of having his team at his home to hang periodically. He thought that it strengthened his bond with them if they were more comfortable with him. So, she had already mentally prepared herself to see them in her home quite often. Also, that probably explained all of the games and the large tv cause Kane was too active a man to need all of that.

Ryura took his spot in the driver's seat and Hiten was next to him in the passenger's. He started his car just as his phone rang and he answered without having to look at the screen, recognizing the ring tone.

"What's up Miroku?" he said to his friend in greeting. Miroku and Ryura were pretty close, although he was just a sophomore like Bankotsu. The three of them were actually pretty close so it wasn't unheard of for he and Miroku to hang separately.

"Nothing much. Do you have any plans tonight?" he asked.

"I'm taking Hiten to the mall to get stuff and meeting my cousin and one of his friends." Ryura replied, pulling out of the driveway and heading towards the mall.

"Oh wow, one of Jakotsu's friends. They aren't going to try to talk to me if I offer to come are they?" Miroku was not homophobic in any way and had no problem with Jakotsu. In fact, they were great friends. But sometimes, his friends were a little…pushy…and after the last one out right offered to suck his dick, he was done with meeting them all.

Ryura laughed, also remembering the event. "I'm sure this one will be on its best behavior. So are you meeting me?"

Miroku considered this and then agreed. Plus, he wanted to see Hiten off also and the mall was the best place to patrol for girls, something he wanted and Ryura, in his opinion, needed.

Well, that's done. I don't like rushing things, so don't expect anything instant to happen regarding their relationship. Lol I want to play with them a little. Anyway, I hope all of you are enjoying the fic and enjoying that Ryura is now a part of fanfiction. I took the advice of a friend and emailed the administrators twice to get him added, lol so you can all thank me lol. Jk.

Anyway, on to the next chapter and remember to read and review.