Okay I made this while eating toaster strudles so I was in a funny mood. There might be some humor comin up! Or will there…grrr I hate having to type with someone practically sitting on your shoulders. I'm also happy about the good reviews! Lol anyways R&R please!
She started to walk slower, not wanting to slip on her own puddles. Okay, maybe if we have a good time, he'll forget all about it. But, what if he says no? No. That's not possible. He may be weird, but he's still a man. She shook away all her amusement and put a, somewhat, concerned look on her face. He seemed to have noticed that she was coming toward him, for he started to walk away.
"Hey, wait!" she exclaimed, grabbing his wrist.
Oh, man. I bet he's still mad at me. I can't do it. I can't just deceive him, 'cause it's wrong…What? What the hell am I saying?! I can't care about this creep more than the diner! I have to do this. It's now or never. With a sigh, he turned to look at the hand clutching him. Raising one eyebrow, he lifted his wrist with her hand in the air.
"Is there a reason that you're trying to ruin my afternoon?"
"What?" She pulled her hand away.
"You really are as dense as you look." With that, he opened the door and left.
She stood there, wide-eyed and shocked. But I was…Why he…That was so… And for probably the first time in her life, she couldn't come up with a good insult to describe him. He was different from anyone she had ever met. He didn't seem to care that he had hurt her feelings, yet he had tried to be nice before. Could it be that she had hurt his feelings, as well? No, that oaf can't have feelings. He's too cold. Stone cold. Look at me, I try to apologize and he walks off. He's not getting' away without listenin' to me first! To hell with the diner!
She opened the door and looked around for him, but he was gone. She hadn't been paying particular attention to where he was going, anyway. This is great. Now I feel bad. I should at least try and find him so I can say sorry. Wait, why would I do that? He was the one being an ass. I'll find him! He can't have gone too far. She started to run down the street with her hands over her head to prevent more rain from drenching her. It wasn't exactly working, though. Just then, someone came up from behind her and put a wet cloth to her mouth. It tasted disgusting, and she suddenly started to get dizzy. Then, there was someone holding her. She looked up to see who it was, but everything went black.
Kagura slowly started to open her eyes. She tried to focus on her surroundings, but she was suffering from a terrible headache. It seemed that someone tall had come to stand beside her. She flinched when she felt a hand on her forehead.
"Whe-where am I?" she said, trying to look around.
"You're safe now. Stay still." She had heard this voice before. It couldn't be…
As fate would have it, she looked up to see a pair of golden eyes looking down at her. He had a few scratches on his face that hadn't been there earlier today. She closed her eyes when she felt a warm cloth being pressed to her cheek. What in the world is going on? Where am I? Why is he here, of all people? Then, she remembered someone coming up behind her and someone had carried her away. A fearful thought crept into her mind.
"Why are you here? Where are we?" She found it incredibly difficult to lift her head, but she eventually succeeded.
"After I left the diner, I went to my car. I figured it was you coming out to say something to me when I heard the door opening, so I turned around. Then, some thug came up from behind and tried to kidnap you. You're quite lucky I happened to be there. The street seemed to be deserted."
It was just too much to sink in all at once. So, someone had tried to kidnap me. But why did this guy save me? No one has ever done anything like that for me. I guess I should apologize for earlier. She bent her head down when she felt tears starting to form in her eyes.
"I don't even know your name." she said through clenched teeth.
"My name is Sesshoumaru. I don't think you ever told me yours."
She used one hand to wipe away her tears and looked up. Maybe he is different. I guess it wouldn't hurt to try and trust him. Heck, we might even…She shook away any unnecessary thoughts. She couldn't trust men. She had tried in the past and it had failed miserably.
"I'm Kagura," she said, sticking out her hand.
After they shook hands, she used both elbows to prop herself up. Looking around, she realized that this guy had to be loaded. There was a red, leather furniture set in the other room right in front of a fireplace. There were pictures of him and a small girl mounted on top of it. This girl, she looked so familiar. Maybe he wasn't as lonely as she thought. There were fancy paintings on the wall, and an umbrella holder in the shape of a chipmunk in front of the black door. She assumed this door led to outside (mental note). He noticed the way she was looking at the front door. He lightly chuckled.
"And what's so damn funny?" she said, pulling her eyes from the door to look at him.
"You won't need to be making escape plans. I'm not dangerous."
"Hmph, and why should I trust you?"
"I may have saved your life, for one."
"Well, you're not exactly the 'prince on the white horse' type," she scoffed.
"You aren't exactly 'sleeping beauty' yourself."
He stood up and walked through a door that revealed a refrigerator on the other side. It must be the kitchen. Just as soon, he came back out with a glass of water and two small tablets. What is this? Is it some kind of peace offering?
"It's just Aspirin. I assume you have a minor headache," he said, as if reading her mind.
She snatched the cup away from him, studying the water inside. It seems safe enough. Why is he being nice again? It's freakin' me out. She quickly threw the tablets in her mouth and followed with water. Wiping her mouth, she tried to stand in order to return the glass to the kitchen.
"I can do that," he sighed, taking the cup.
She tried to take a step but her legs betrayed her, landing her back on the soft sofa. A small "oof" escaped her lips. I'm not weak! No one is gonna take stuff from me like that! Looking around, she found a small white pillow where her head had been. She hurled it at him with all her strength.
"Come back here!" she exclaimed.
The pillow had landed a blow right on the back of his head. He stopped in his tracks, but continued to the kitchen. She had heard a few curses before door shut. Laughing to herself, she decided that he mustn't be all that dangerous. Okay, maybe she was going to give him a chance. He walked back out of the kitchen, picked up the abused pillow and dusted it off before tossing it back onto the sofa.
"I can't have you assaulting me with my own furniture," he said as he sat down beside her.
"All work and no play make Sesshy a boring boy, "she said, flashing one of her most charming grins.
He looked at her, half-amused. If I'm extra nice to him, he might let me stay for a few days. I can save up money from work…work? I almost forgot! I gotta make sure this shlub doesn't shut down the diner. Now, she just has to make him like her, at least a little bit. But how was she going to do that? I got it! And with that thought, she wrapped both arms around his neck and placed her head on his shoulder.
"You haven't even allowed me to thank you properly," she said, seductively.
For some reason, she felt safe. This feeling was the same as when she used snuggle up to her mother after a nightmare. He seemed so tense and afraid. Eventually, he relaxed his muscles and sighed.
"Is it money that you want?" he said, waking her from her trance.
"Wha-what do you mean?!" She pulled herself away from him and slapped his chest.
"I know by now that you're not one that likes to show affection, so you obviously want something."
How did he know she had wanted something? Was it really obvious? Out of all people, why did he have to save me? He's such a cold fish! He's confusing, rude, tall, muscular…What am I thinking?! Ahhhhh! This isn't good. She looked away and crossed her arms, much like a child would do. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to just ask him. She couldn't handle this cat and mouse game any longer!
"Fine, I'll be honest. I work at Suikotsu's Diner and I was going to ask you to please not get it put out of business. It's just like my home and my boss would be devastated. It's the only place-" she stopped herself before she revealed too much personal information.
"Why on earth would I do that? I don't interact in unnecessary conflicts. And it's the only place…what?" he said, trying to coax the rest of the statement out of her.
"It's the only place that accepts me, if you must know. And since you don't like unnecessary conflicts, why'd you interfere with mine?" She turned to glare at him.
That was one question that hadn't even crossed his mind. He had felt obligated to pound that thug to the ground when he had snuck up on Kagura. But, why did he do it? That was a question that neither of them seemed to have an answer to. He quickly tried to change the subject.
"I suppose I'll need to watch over you for the night, considering your condition. I'll get a change of clothing for you when you decide to shower. The washing machine is right through the kitchen and you'll be sleeping in my bed. I will be sleeping on the cot in the guest bedroom. You'll find that my bed is much more comfortable," he said in one breath.
He's givin' up his bed for me? I wouldn't sleep on a cot in my own house. No chance! And what does he have for me to change into? But one thing's for sure, he is all alone in this house. It's kinda sad when you think about it. She tried to stand from the sofa again, but failed yet again. Before she knew it, she was being lifted up by an unknown force. She looked over to realize that he had swept one arm gently under her neck, and the other was lifting her legs. In one scoop, she was being cradled like a baby against his chest. She saw her limp legs dangling from his arm and figured there was no reason to fight him. It did feel comforting being in his presence. As long as he didn't try anything, she was at ease.
Okay so that's the end of chapter 3. It's a bit longer than the others, but I put a lot of time into it.
So until next time, R&R!