Hello all! It's my birthday today!!! So I thought I'd update as a present to myself. Anyway, I really hope you all enjoy.

Once again I must add that I do not own Inuyasha, Louis Vuitton or anything else with a copyright label.

Chapter 6:

I stared at him as the sun shone brightly on his face. He had slept soundly through the night. I laid next to him and watched as he began to stir.

"Ka…gome?" He whispered groggily. I got up immediately and grabbed the bottle of water on the dresser. He was unable to speak because he was more than likely dehydrated. I held his head in my hands and helped him take a couple sips of the water.

"How long have I been out?" he asked.

"You've only been out for the night." I said quietly, moving the hair from his eyes. "Our families came in this morning. Your mother is worried sick."

"Oh. I'm really sorry for all of this, Kagome." He looked away. "I wish you'd left me. They could be after you too for aiding me."

"Don't care." He turned his head back to me. "I told you before that I don't care what you are and that you shouldn't be treated differently and I'm going to stand by that."

"But…you have your internship, your education…now possibly your life. You don't even like me why the hell are you wasting your time?" His eyes grew wider now, frustration lacing his voice. What was I supposed to say to that? I couldn't explain to him why I couldn't leave his side. I had no idea.

"I just…can't let anything happen to you, okay? We might have fought before but it's time to put that behind us…because I want to keep you safe." I looked him in the eye. He seemed confused as a light blush crept across his cheeks.

"Keh." He murmured, rolling his eyes. His eye lids began to droop and he quickly fell asleep. I quietly left the room to retrieve my ringing blackberry. It was Inuyasha's mom.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Kagome?"

"Yes. Mrs. Alexandrov?"

"Yes dear. We are down stairs if you want to let us in." I told the front desk to them come up and scrambled to tidy up a bit. Sango, Rin and Miroku were in the living room speaking about something in a hushed tone, about which I barely had time to care. I moved quickly to answer the door and came face to face with Inuyasha's father.

"Hello," His voice was so low and demanding. I led Inuyasha's family to my room. His mother began to panic as she ran to his side while his father looked on, inspecting his son from afar. I noticed Rin staring at his brother with such intensity I almost snapped my fingers at her. I waved my hand and she jerked her head towards me. I raised my eye brow in confusion, wanting to know what was so intriguing. She blushed and quickly retreated to her bedroom.

"Okaaay…" I said.

"I'm sorry dear?" I whipped my head around to face Inuyasha's mother. She extended her hand to me. "My name is Jeanette Alexandrov. I want to thank you for taking care of my son." She said with a thick French accent.

"Oh wow, he's French?" I slapped my hand over my mouth, my eyes buldging out of my head. I couldn't believe I'd said that out loud!

"Yes," Jeanette chortled. "Half French and half Russian." I glanced over at him. His features were indeed astounding. It wasn't surprising that his genetic make-up was some crazy mix. "I am the daughter of the French Duke Lefèvre and my husband Maximiano descends from a long line of royal dog demons from central Russia. So yes, Inuyasha is indeed quite the unique mix." She smiled.

"Y-yeah." I stammered. Inuyasha's father emerged from my bedroom with a small smile on his face.

"Well, he was badly injured, but he's a trooper, my boy." He turned to face me. "He'll be fine. Just in pain for a couple of days. We'll wake him and get him out of your hair."

"Wait!" I held up my hand for him to stop, suddenly realizing I had no idea why. 'Dammit…what am I going to say?' I looked down. "Uh…what I meant was, if he's going to be fine, you could just leave him here….if you want."

His mother eyed me questioningly. I could have sworn I saw that same smirk Inuyasha was always giving me. "Right…puis, oui we will leave him, however, I must warn you. He is not safe in New York right now."

"What do you mean? He's leaving?" My eyes grew wide. What was with my reactions? Hormones; yeah that's it.

"We will wait for the last two weeks of the semester, and then, during your Christmas vacation, we will be sending him to France. However," she looked at all of us and smiled. "We would be happy to treat his friends as well."

"FRANCE." I said loudly. "France?" she nodded. I turned towards the rest of the room. "FRANCE?"

"YES!" everyone yelled.

"……I'm sorry I need to sit down." Inuyasha's brother finally spoke. Looking straight at Rin, he spoke smoothly and firm.

"It's unlike anything any of you have seen. Simply Magnificent. Won't you join us?" Rin blushed as she nodded and let out a small giggle.

"Paris." Said Miroku.

Sango nodded "Paris…." My friends looked my way, waiting for my response. I sighed and brought my eyes up to look at each of them. It was such an amazing opportunity, I knew I couldn't pass it up. I blinked and smiled.

"Paris."

INU POV

I groaned as I sat up for the first time in about 18 hours. I stretched my arms and winced at the annoying pain in my side. It hurt, but it was barable. My ears and nose finally picked up and I whipped my head around to see who else was in the room. I was surprised to lay my eyes on Kagome. She was snuggled in the sheets in the same bed as me! I looked around frantically. I didn't want to stare. It would be rude….wouldn't it? I watched her chest fall and rise with each breath she took while she slept. 'No Bra.' I noticed immediately. Suddenly she kicked off the sheets with one leg and whapped me in the face with the other. Before I went tumbling to the ground, something else had caught my eye. I pulled myself back up for a second look. There was Kagome in her tiny Candie's pajama shorts.

"Holy…shit." I mumbled. Oh the things I would do to this girl. She was exactly what I needed in my life. Well not necessarily her attitude. "Oh what to do in a situation like this?" I smirked and then winced in pain. She opened her eyes half way and stared at me.

"You like the morning look, huh?" she smirked. I stood back, shocked.

"I uh-uh…" She sat up slowly. I couldn't help but watch as her breasts shook slightly while she stretched. She walked over to me and carefully put her hands under my shirt. I was starting to sweat a little from trying to keep my composure. The last thing I needed was a hard on right now.

"You're ability to heal so quickly is so cool." She breathed as she gazed up at me. I put my right hand behind my head and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, well…it's part of the deal."

"Well I'm glad you are better." She smiled. "You never told me that you are French and Russian."

"It's always hard for people to guess what I am. I just don't go around and announce it that's all. So why do you all want to go to France with me anyway?"

"I have my reasons." She turned away, smiling.

"Well…you will have to let me take you to the best café in the city." I mumbled. She glanced back at me.

"Sure," we stood there, 5 inches apart, staring at each other. It wasn't long after my own arousal returned that I sensed her. She had the same look from before. Her eyes were glassy and she slightly opened her mouth to say something. Suddenly, I grabbed her by her chin and put my lips on hers. She was tensed up at first, but gradually relaxed as the kiss deepened. I was helpless as my hands started to roam her body and found their way to her exposed chest. She began to pant a little harder as she moaned into my mouth.

"You know," she looked up at me. "Those things we said that we would drive each other crazy with?" I gulped and nodded, my eyes never leaving hers. "Well…do you want to try them?"

"What?!" I yelped. I could not believe this girl. Was she really so turned on that she could be okay doing such a thing with someone she barely knew? I eyed her skeptically. "You want to?"

"Hell yes." She said as she practically pounced on me, tugging at my clothes. Oh yes, this girl was going to be the end of me. Being witty, smart, creative…and freaky, that was fine with me.

KAG POV

I walked out of my room trying to catch my breath. I needed to stop that! For some reason, when it came to him, my hormones always won. I started to whip up some breakfast for everyone as he came into the kitchen and sat at the bar.

"You are crazy." He said flatly, staring at me. I glared at him. He held up his hands. "Not in a bad way," I rolled my eyes at the pet name. "You're crazy in a way that's perfect for me. I wouldn't change a thing." He rested his face in his hands and looked out the window overlooking the city. I put his plate of bacon, toast and eggs in front of him.

"Eat." I commanded. "And then you can come find me when you're done." I looked outside at the pouring rain. I was hoping for a thunder storm. When you lived as high up as I did they were pretty sick to watch. I finished wiping the last of the counters and left him to his food.

He walked into my room quietly. I glanced from my books to him.

"Are you full?" he blushed but nodded and came to join me on the bed. 'Well that was pretty bold of him'." I thought. He looked at me.

"Well, I'm sure all of our families are expecting us for the holiday." I sprang up and looked at the time. Crap! We had all forgotten about Thanksgiving. I ran through house to find my phone, only to find 6 missed calls that were all from my mother. I yelled for everyone to get up and soon we were all at the front door scrambling to find our shoes.

"Well, if any of you want to come back here after or in a couple of days that's fine." I waved as Rin, Sango and Miroku took the elevator. I looked at Inuyasha. "You gonna be okay," I asked worriedly. "by yourself?"

"My parents have a car with a guard waiting for me at the door." He said. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Great, I'll walk you down, okay?" I walked a step in front of him and he grabbed my wrist, yanking me back so I fell into his embrace.

"Thank you, Kagome, for not leaving me there." He whispered.

"I'll never leave…" I said. By now I had spaced out as I laid there in his arms.

"Huh?" he asked, but I remained unresponsive. After a minute or two, he let go and waved goodbye as he disappeared behind the elevator doors. I watched until he left my view and then turn to my front door to lock the deadbolt.

"Alright," I hoisted my Louis vuitton bag across my shoulder. "Time for yet another Bianchi-Rossi Italian Thanksgiving." I know I said it like I was annoyed, but actually the food was always fucking amazing. I grinned as I waved to the door man and hopped the car.

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