I do NOT own Inuyasha or The Boondocks

"My boyfriend could introduce you to someone, he knows a lot of people. I'm sure he could find someone you would like." Jazmine said excitedly, grabbing my hand, "And we could go on a double date!"

I smiled, but shook my head, "That's alright Jaz. I told you, I'm not really looking for a relationship right now."

She stuck out her tongue, "You're no fun!"

I laughed. I only met her little over a week ago , but Jazmine Dubois has already caught my interest. She is genuinely a good person, and I missed being able to have conversations that weren't about how I was holding up or if I wanted to talk about the past.

Jaz yelped, and I looked over to see a man shove passed her and keep going with out even apologizing. What era were we in again?

"Hey, jerk! You could say excuse me!" I yelled, ignoring Jazmine's soft voice saying ot was okay. Because it definitely was not.

The man turned around, black eyes staring at me with disinterest before turning around to walk again. Sometimes, back in the fuedal era, Sango would mention how I was almost as bad inuyasha with how I barreled in to confrontation without thinking it through fully. I didn't realize how right she was until I saw my bracelet hit him in the back of his head.

"Kagome", Jazmine whispered, pulling me backwards, "I don't think you should have done that."

Before I could reply, I was lifted in the air by my shirt by the man ( also realizing he was a good two heads taller than me in the process).

"You wanna try that again, bitch?" He snarled.

"I want you to try a breath mint" I said, pinching my nose shut, "Let go!"

He raised his fist and while I've been in situations like this before in the present day they always surprise me. It always seems so much less dangerous. I could raise my barrier and save myself the pain of a broken jaw but I've never had a human just hit my barrier before. I really don't want to end up turning him in to a pile of ash.

"Nigga, I wish you would hit her just so I can have a good reason to give my probation officer for why I beat your ass" I heard someone say from behind us.

That voice sounded awfully familiar.

"R-Riley" the man stuttered, "This bitch belongs to you?"

"I don't belong to anyone", I said through gritted teeth.

Wait, Riley? The guy from the shoot out? I looked upside down seeing as how jumbo man still had an iron grip on my shirt.

"I'm guessing you don't need my help for this either." Riley said, snickering. Jazmine glared at him, but said nothing as she tried to catch her breath. She must have ran to get some help.

"She's with me nigga, put her down. " Riley said, still unable to keep the grin off his face.

The man dropped me quickly, and I barely kept myself from landing on my butt. What an asshole, could've at leat been gentler about it. By the time I righted myself he was gone.

There went my good day.

"Bye, Jaz." I said, "I'll talk to you later." Whether it was past or present I still couldn't manage to protect anyone I cared about, not even myself. I was no longer in the mood to go shopping. I jogged off before she could protest.

Not even five minutes later, someone grabbed my arm.

"You're fast as hell," Riley panted, "Didn't expect you to run off like that, I mean a nigga can't even get a thank you?"

"Thank you, but don't expect me to fall all over you just because you helped me. And just so were clear, I'm not with you." I told him, crossing my arms.

I narrowed my eyes when his grin widened. He stepped closer to me, and I noticed he was actually pretty tall himself.

"You've gotta be the thickest asian girl I ever saw" he said, looking me up and down, "I like it".

I rolled my eyes and continued to walk, not caring when he threw his arm around my shoulders. Because somehow, he knew I was upset and when I talked to him..it seemed almost like I could go back to how I was before.

"Hold on, you're on probation?!" I yelled suddenly remembering his earlier words.

"Yeah, Jazmine's dad hlped me get a lighter sentence. I only had to promise not to call him a punk ass anymore."

"And you called him that because?"

"Cuz I'm a real nigga and real sees real, and that nigga is a real punk ass!"

I laughed despite myself and the guilt of what Mr . Dubois has probably had to deal with.

Dealing with Riley would probably put me in alot of troubLe and crazy situations. You would think I'd have enough of craziness. I was already looking forward to it.