Special thanks for my first review to this story from StarPrincess999 and so far this story is going to be 9 chapters long. I've planned it out that way.

Tea Garden Scales

Chapter 2

Inuyasha was greeted by his father; he didn't say a word till his youngest son was up the stairs.

"You were in the Tea Gardens?"

His father looked and sounded surprised, sniffing the air where he just passed. Inuyasha stopped on the first step, gazing at his father, not knowing what to say.

"Well? Aren't I going to get the reason my son was in the Tea Gardens?"

"Yeah, um..." he stuttered carefully," I just wanting to get out the smell of the stinking city."

InuTaisho narrowed his eyes, looking at Inuyasha, who was looking him straight in the eye.

"It does smell quite awful in the city, Father." Sesshomaru came up behind Inuyasha, and also stared him in the eye. What strange sons he had.

"Fine." InuTaisho said, "I think I'll take a visit soon as well. Now how was your first day of school?"

"Nothing worth mentioning." Inuyasha brushed past Sesshomaru and rushed on upstairs. Sesshomaru followed him into his room.

"What?" Inuyasha growled.

"I could ask you the same thing." He spoke in a calm manner, almost un nerving, "Are you going to say why you really were in the tea gardens?"

"Not to you."

"Fine." Sesshomaru left, closing the door softly behind him.

Father will ask you later. He thought that knowing his father was never out of ear's reach.

Inuyasha jumped over his room, landing gracefully on his simple white bed. He would sleep with a certain letter on his mind.

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The next day of school had gone in a blur, with Inuyasha staying out of everyone's way. He wanted to go to the Tea Gardens again, but his father would know. The hanyou would take the chance. So far his favorite teacher was Mr. Aramitama, he stayed out his way, didn't ask too many question, but in the back of the silver-haired boy's mind, he got the feeling that the music teacher's husband was observing him. The thought didn't mind him much, as long as the teacher didn't.

By now he knew yesterday's crew, and stayed far out of there way, and a few others that were on his watch list. Not that he was scared of them he was only scared of the wrath of his brethren. He spent himself drifting of in thought, thought of certain chords and a certain voice, but then he would curse and think of something else.

Because of his tea garden episode, he forgot to get a lot of papers signed; he was planning on handing them in early for a good impression.

When the final bell rang, he hurried to his locker and out the door. Soon, he would only have 3 tickets left.

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She hadn't wondered about her visitor like her visitor had wondered about her but, Kikyo couldn't help but wonder if he would be there again. Again to hear her music. The thought of an audience made her smile, and right in the middle of walking to her locker, too. Making special attention to take her sheet music, she walked out calmly to the exit.

This was when she thought about what scale she wanted to play to warm up, but Kikyo wanted to play something else today.

He's not coming.

The padding of her footsteps stopped.

Is he?

Waving to the man at the desk she passed the line not bothering to respond to the stares she was getting. Kikyo headed the same way as she had been for the last few years, her black locks catching air, and whispering against her cheek. She reached back slowly to bind her hair with a simple white ribbon, another thing from her late mother. At last passing the familiar sign, she lay down her books on the rocky ground and seated herself on the black bench. Kikyo remembered last time he had come on her 3th scale.

I'll play 4 today.

She started off with a sad scale, A minor.

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He finally reached the Gardens. Rushing over to the line, he stood impatiently, after greeting the old croon at the desk in formal Japanese, startling the mostly Non-Japanese line.

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Kikyo frowned, she was late today too. G Major.

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A British man was having an argument about the age of his kids… with his kids, who were being far too honest, even 1976 was a time to save money.

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The raven haired beauty thundered out the next scale, a two octave staccato F melodic.

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Finally it was his turn, the old man didn't even look at the ticket, and he could feel a slight affection for that piece of home when he said to 'have fun' in his native tongue. Inuyasha wondered why the girl was playing a staccato scale, she seemed softer than. But then again everyone was capable of various types of music. The music grew louder, as he nearest the familiar scent. Kikyo was just ending her 3rd scale when he arrived. He was so tempted to come out and greet her, but…

She almost stopped playing. Kikyo ended the scale on a normal note, and he was surprised that she forgot her staccato.

And that's how things were for the rest of the week, Inuyasha somehow always arriving to hear her on her third scale, and then he would listen to her play for the whole hour. Inuyasha had become somewhat emerged in her, the pattern of her movements, her scent; while Kikyo had grown accustomed to his being there. Instead of practicing what she was supposed to, she took favor in playing songs that she knew already, not wanting to have a potential mess-up in front of him. Soon Friday came; it was the last of his tickets.

When he went to go to the clearing he found she wasn't seated at the piano bench. Kikyo was standing a few feet from him, where he would normally stand. Inuyasha quickly hid. She turned and for the first time he saw her face. She was … beautiful, he caught himself staring at her, till her voice broke the silence.

"Is someone there?'

He didn't respond, cautiously seeing is she would stop asking and play.

"I said, is there someone there?"

I heard you, you wench

"I know your there. Whoever you are seems to be making a lot of noise."

What the hell? He was trying so hard to be dead silent. Just like the clever girl thought, he moved his head and torso trying to find what might have been making the noise. A rustling sound came out from where he was standing.

Crap. Stupid trees.

"Well?"

"Fine, stupid. I'm here."

Kikyo smiled at him. She observed him carefully. He had a young boyish face, his body still had places to grow, his silver hair draped down him like a water fall, at the end of the ' waterfall ' there was the solid red of his T- Shirt and then jeans. Golden eyes glared at her chocolate spheres and she felt drawn their depths.

"Hello."

"What the hell!" How could she be polite?

"What?" she asked sharply, confused.

"What… the … hell! "He repeated, irritated.

"Oh." She frowned, "Have you been watching me play?"

"No! "He called defensively.

Liar. She thought, amused.

"What is your name?"

"Why the hell would I tell you?"

"Why would you not?"

Inuyasha searched his head rummaging for something to say.

"Inuyasha."

"Inuyasha," she repeated slowly, "My name is Kikyo Matsutoro."

He was surprised; he wanted to find out what the 'Z' stood for.

"Inuyasha Takedai." He added his last name hoping for her to add her middle name.

Kikyo nodded.

"Well?" he growled, "Don't you have a middle name or something?"

"I don't."

"You don't?"

This was where her ingenious plan came into play. Asking if she had a middle name made her sure it was he watching her the last past week. Revealing that he picked up the paper would mean admitting he had been there, a small victory in Kikyo's mind.

"Are you sure you don't?'

"Yes, but if it displeasing you so, "he snorted, "I can make one up for you.

"How about pineapple?"

He glared at her.

"I'm sorry?" she asked returning his glare.

"Pineapple?"

" … That's what I said, or how about – "

"Oh, can it, idiot."

Kikyo was taken aback.

"I need to practice. "She murmured, looking at her watch. She sat herself at the piano and watched as he walked towards her. He leaned both arms on the black piano and looked at her expecting sound.

"Well? Aren't you going to play?" Kikyo started to say something but he silenced him with his voice, "It's better than you annoying voice."

Kikyo smiled again, she was becoming quite fond of his rudeness.

"Yes, I suppose I am."

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Hisao smiled as he watched the two young Japanese people walk out of the tea garden together. It seemed that his work here at the desk amounted to this. He had always liked Kikyo, she was so kind, and though he didn't exactly have a fondness for Inuyasha, he was not bad hearted. I didn't know Kikyo and Inuyasha were to meet. Time to tell InuTaisho. It brought him pleasure knowing the tea gardens united them both. It was under the same vivid green branches where he met his love.

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A.N ; I liked how the whole come in on the 3rd scale turned out, now the story will have to be one more chapter long because I didn't get through enough things in this one. I redid the InuKik twice to get it how I wanted, hope it came out ok. ? Again thanks to my reviewers, start working on next chappie soon.

What do you think about a mini-story about Hisao? Could be a special when the story is done.

Go read Keys to Love and Our own Fairytale, two InuKik Au's you won't forget.

Donut baked.