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Previously on One in a Million

I sighed. I had quite the catch in my net. I gazed down at myself. My tight jean skirt would make it rather difficult to straddle the bike. Hell, I brushed away my insecurities and swung my leg over the side of the motorcycle. I awaited him to do the same. I even flashed him an interested expression, patting the seat in front of me. "Come on, you promised me a good time. Remember?"

"Yeah baby." Inuyasha smirked, quickly seating himself and starting the ignition. "We'll have a great time!" he shouted over the loud stuttering of the engine.


One in a Million

Chapter#6: You Got It Bad


I squealed like an anxious child, the meal I had previously eaten was having a beach party in my stomach. The man I trust my safety to I had just officially met, only five minutes ago and his past his very history was in the dark. I repressed another dense moan as my grip tightened around his waist, my mind was swirling. "You okay?" Inuyasha shouted above the loud revving of the engine. Now that we had come to a halt, I noticed just how compressed my arms when around him.

"Uh," I gulped timidly. Embarrassed at how clingy I had gotten, I waited for the roar of the monstrous bike to dissipate in the cool night air to reply. "Yeah," I reassured. Regaining my composure, I swung my legs off quickly, glancing down at his brightly burning irises. He had his hands folded under his chin, his brows raised suspiciously.

"You sure?" His gruff, yet smooth tone rung.

"Yes!" I hissed dismissing his accusation, how dare he start our date out with interrogating me like an idiot! I turned on my heel sharply, deciding to investigate our location. SAKANA'S. Hmm, I pondered silently. "Not too shabby." I quirked, as he moved to my side. "But what is it?" I squinted my eyes, trying to see through the darkly tinted windows. Useless,

"Sushi joint," He answered simply. "That okay with you, princess?" Inuyasha removed his helmet, tossing it on his bicycle seat.

I flashed him an annoyed glare, "Yeah. This will do," I flipped my long sleek locks. I followed him inside, which was ironically nicer than the outside. There was a beautiful bar, filled with many men that were -from the looks of it- frequent customers. Obnoxiously laughing to the baaten, I twitched. A little too comfortable,

"Oh! Hello Inuyasha," chimed a girlish voice. I glanced toward the owner curiously. She must be at least 16. This girl was quite adorable for someone of her age, her deep hazel eyes glowed. Her choppy, ebony tresses bounced as she moved from behind the desk, "Oi, why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would've saved your favorite table." I eyed her nametag –

"No problem Rin, I actually didn't plan on stoppin' by." Instantly his feline eyes over shadowed me, as if insinuating we were here on a date. "So, where is that bastard of a brother of mine, these days?" I flinched at that unexpected comment,

This young girl gave him a distorted glare, "Sesshomaru is out in Hokkaido, on business." Rin released a hopeful sigh, "Maybe he will return before our special anniversary dinner, next week." I notice Inuyasha roll his eyes in disgust, and shuffle closer to her as would a brother trying to comfort his sister.

"Don't sweat it, kay? I'll personally make sure his inconsiderate ass makes it down before your dinner." This mysterious silver-haired man that I assumed was just another cocky guy looking for a loose girl, apparently was more than he seemed. Inuyasha wasn't just another confident, sexy guy. He was tender as well.

I felt my expression soften at the site of him patting her head affectionately. "It'll be all right kiddo," I watched him in awe, how sweet. I allowed my lips to churn to a smile as he gazed back toward me, "I hope you're up for some raw fish tonight." He smirked,

"I know you'll love it, it's just so tasty here, I say that as a regular customer." Rin chirped nonchalantly, grabbing an well-organized menu off of her desk. "May I seat you now?" I gave her a warm smile and nodded,

She was definitely a sweetheart. She strode like an innocent child through the aisle over to a secluded table. I moved quickly to the booth seat, leaving Inuyasha for the stiff chairs. Now was not the time to let my guard down, I made that mistake once . . . I will not make it again . . . I don't think my heart can . . . "Kagome, hey!" I blinked rapidly, refocusing back on reality.

Rin smiled sweetly setting my menu down before me. "Forgive me. You must be a first-timer. Here you go,"

I gave an apologetic expression, shifting my eyes down at the text. "I will have the ebi sashimi, with some chilled ice tea. Please," I handed her the menu. Closing my eyes,

"Uh," I heard him stall. He probably figured us strippers don't eat sushi, let alone have ever laid eyes on it. Typical male, I sighed. "I'll have the maguro, some tako, a side of edamame, and some sake." He replied smoothly,

"Great choices, it will be about a 10 minute wait." The teen shifted her neutral irises toward the chef at the bar, her eyes twitching in embarrassment. "Gachou, Komochi and Hiten are slacking . . ." she frowned, smacking her forehead. "Excuse me!" She murmured nervously moving swiftly to the bar.

My eyes refocused on Inuyasha, "You know I'm on to your little game." He cocked,

"What . . . do you mean?" I raised a suspicious brow.

"You're a tough girl, I knew that the minute I laid eyes on you. But acting like so cold shell of a woman is really irritating after a few minutes."

I was speechless, my mouth twisted into a scowl. HOW DARE HE think he knows me! "Listen buddy, I gave you a fair chance by coming here tonight. And what do you do! You try and size me up!" I raised my voice slightly with each word.

"No you listen . . ." I stared blankly, once again stunned by his sudden stern attitude. "You're a beautiful girl, but your attitude for all I know bites! I wanna get to know you, but I don't know how much more of your ice princess attitude I can take!" His bright golden irises narrowed, as if challenging me to snap back. "I've known chicks like you, bitter, scorned women that at one time in their lives were taken advantage of their love and hurt. My ex Kikyo, that happen to her too. She ended up driving me away . . ."

"I . . ."

"You know, I'm not the conceited prick you probably think I am. You can talk to me, hell. I'm sure no therapist but I'm a good listener." Inuyasha never ceases to impress me,

I bit my lip, unsure if I could trust him on such a personal level. "Basically anything that could go wrong, did go wrong." I felt my eyes twinge as they lowered to my decorative chopsticks, "Dead beat parents, jerk ex boyfriend, no place to live."

It was a rush, half-remorseful that I was revealing this to some hotshot, and the other dry relief. "Shit." Was all he uttered, I felt silly all of a sudden.

"But I have Sango, she is my family. My rock that helps me go on," I purposely avoided eye contact. I must have sounded trashy, just like my job makes me out to be. Then I felt a finger under my chin, I gazed up hesitantly, and eyes ready to buckle from the salty tears I held desperately.

"Hey, I'm sorry bout' all that." I felt a weak smile creep along my cheeks.

"Thanks . . ." I nodded; it was mesmerizing that moment. I knew I'd remember it forever, we both looked so vulnerable together. I felt his eyes waver on me, giving my cheeks a rosy hue as I shyly turned away.

"Uh, sorry Yasha am I interupting?"Rin appeared beside our table with a platter already ready.

"No kiddo." He reassured her as he moved his napkin to the side giving more space for his dish. "Smells De-lisc-ous!" He ogled smacking his lips loudly; all I could do is smile at him.

"Yes, thank you Rin." I whispered with a smile, I proceeded to unravel the band around my sticks and neatly picked at my shrimp, dipping elegantly in the rich soy sauce. Lord did sushi hit the spot. Now that I recall, I haven't seen sushi since I was about 10. Oddly enough it was with my father, Haru Higurashi. I can still smell his spicy cologne, and see his face so clearly.

"Daddy." I chirped happily, holding his hand tightly in mine. The feeling of the new Casmir gloves he had bought just before November felt smooth against my flesh. It was fairly cold out, fresh snow paving the streets as we walked along the icy sidewalk closing in on our destination.

"Yes Kagome?" He answered involuntarily, keeping his dark auburn eyes ahead.

"When are you gonna move back in with mommy, Souta and me?" I asked hopefully, the absence of my father was the ripple in my heart. Whenever he wasn't around half of me felt sore and empty, "We all miss you!" I insisted, gazing up at his emotionless face.

"Kagome, remember when I told you not to talk about these things. When I feel pressured, things won't go too well. Okay?" My face dimmed, and I nodded sadly. Soon he stopped in front of a decaying building, the paint was peeling and the sign above the doorway was blinking neon purple reading: Miyagi's Sushi & Grill. I stared with my mouth agape, tugging at my father's coat sleeve. "This is where we're going to eat." He relied sternly, still lacking the fatherly warmth behind his words.

Throughout dinner, there were no words to be exchanged. All I wanted to hear was "Honey, I'm coming home. Don't cry anymore . . ." my eyes grew red, I knew if I stirred the subject back to life he would get angry. At his worst my father was a tyrant, anything in his path was reduced to ash. I was no exception. So I held my tongue and picked at my rice, watching as my father did the same only his attention focused outside a dim window.

What I noticed about my father was he felt trapped, whether he cared to hide it or not. I knew; I saw that hunger in his dead eyes. He longed for a life without limits or obligations, as his offspring he felt obligated to provide for me, raise me, love me. A father should never feel obligated, or forced to care for his child. That is the curse he had, to love himself above all others.

But at the time I was just happy to have his company, especially when mom was going through her short temperaments where I often felt neglected. Every girl needs a dad's tenderness; I craved for any type of emotion. I just wanted a reaction out of him,

Why'd you have to go? Why'd You'd have to go! Why'd you have to go? Daughter to father, daughter father, I am broken but I am hoping, daughter to father, daughter father. I am crying, apart of me is dying, cause these are the confessions of a broken heart . . . And I dream of you that would, that would never leave me alone to pick up the pieces . . . daddy to hold me, that's what I needed.

"Hey," I found Inuyasha's feline like eyes probing my own.

"Well, I'm done. I work the early shift tomorrow and need my beauty sleep." I changed the mood, reverting back to my cold exterior.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Un-fucking-believable." He yawned, "Alright princess, we'll get you home."


"It was . . . great."

"Was it?" Sango asked, in between munching chips. I could see her eyes practically absorbing me with intensity.

"Yes!" I insisted,

"It would be more convincing if you appeared more enthusiastic." She lectured, eyeing me carefully. Lounging lazily on our sectional couch,

"I'm sorry that I'm tired and I appear unenthusiastic." I sighed, setting keys down on the counter with a clank. I moved quickly despite my sluggish mind set toward my bedroom.

"HOLD UP!" Sango practically shouted, standing on top of our armrest like a proud pirate. "Did he put the moves on you?" She demanded protectively, raising her fist to emphasize.

I simply shook my head with a grin. "Sang, don't worry so much. But no, surprisingly he didn't. We actually discussed a few things." I had to leave some sort of a cliffhanger. I watched her angry expression morph into a curious one.

"Like what?" She probed,

I walked gracefully into my bedroom, shutting the door as she chased after me in desperation. "Like what Kagome?"


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