I just wanna start by saying that any brands I mention in this story(Ex: Starbucks, Walmart, McDonalds, etc.) is NOT owned by me. I forgot to put this in the last chapter, so..yeah.

Inuyasha hated Mondays.

Monday meant work, and work meant having to deal with his older brother, who he hated with everything that he had.

Well, maybe a little more than Kagome.

Inuyasha sighed, looking at the Rolex watch on his left wrist. It was only one in the afternoon, which meant he had about eight more hours at the office. If he was being honest, he hated the idea of working. He shouldn't have had to work. He was filthy stinking rich! He starred in a couple of commercials, modeled for a couple of agencies, and appeared in a few magazines here and there.

Not to mention that he was the youngest son of The Great Inu Tashio, CEO of Tashio Inc. and richest man in all of Japan. His older half brother was next in line to inherit the company, and should anything ever happen to him, Inuyasha would take over.

Yea, right. Like anything would ever take that asshole out.

It was true. Sesshomaru Tashio had to be the most stubborn person alive. The man was dedicated to his job, and even more so to kissing their father's ass. Inuyasha had remembered when his brother had caught a nasty case of the flu and was ordered to stay in the bed on the same day of an important business meeting with an opposing company. Sesshomaru was having none of that, and showed up on time to the meeting, his pale skin now a sickly white and the bags under his eyes doubling. The meeting had been a success, and though Inuyasha refused to admit it outloud, he was actually thankful for his brother had been there.

Inuyasha sighed, bringing that hot coffee to his lips. He just wasn't cut out for business, and never had been. It was too stressful, and it always ate away any free time he may have had. But he had already known this before he even decided to follow into the family business. He had remembered the times when his father had been gone all day, and came home at the edge of night, exhausted from all the work he had done.

Inuyasha remembered when he was five years old, and he had promised his mother that he would stay up all night with her and wait for his father to stay home. It took a bit of convincing, but she had allowed it, and the two had stayed up all night watching cheesy movies and munching on popcorn.

Flashback...

Inuyasha raised his head up drowsily at the sound of the front door closing. His eyes traveled up to his mother, who was sitting up as well, her gentle hands rubbing at her beautiful chocolate colored eyes to wake herself up.

She must have fallen asleep as well.

"Mama! He's home!" Inuyasha squeaked, his sudden sleepiness forgotten as he leaped off the couch, running to the doorway of the living room. His mother watched him with a smile, noticing for the first time that her son had put his favorite red pajamas on backwards.

"Inuyasha? Is that you I hear?" came a deep voice. A man dressed in a grey suit appeared in the doorway, a large briefcase in his hand. His amber eyes filled with delight as he caught sight of his two loved ones, and he couldn't help the large grin that spread across his face as his youngest son leaped onto him.

"Daddy! You're home!" Inuyasha practically squealed, hugging his father with all his might as the man set down his briefcase to secure his hold on him.

"Yes, finally. What are you doing up so late?" His father asked, looking at the clock and realizing that it was almost two in the morning. He turned his head back over towards his wife, who was smiling at him sheepishly. "Izayoi. Care to explain?"

The said woman laughed nervously. She wasn't afraid of her husband in the least bit, but she knew that he didn't approve of letting Inuyasha stay up so late.

"Well you see," Izayoi began, standing up and making her way over to her loving husband. She was wearing a pair of pink silk pajamas, but she tightened the black robe around her anyway. "I wanted to wait up for you, and Inuyasha decided to keep me company. He just wanted to see you one last time before he went to sleep, Katsuro."

Katsuro looked at his wife, and then at his son in his arms, who was avoiding both their gaze and instead playing with his father's long white hair that had been pulled into a ponytail and braided. Sighing, the man looked his wife in the eyes, his own softening instantly. He wanted to be upset with his wife, but it was impossible. He loved her far too much for any of that.

"I'll allow it this once, but only because it's summer." Katsuro said, trying to keep a straight face as a smile blossomed on his wife's beautiful face.

"Yay!" Inuyasha squealed, raising his arms up excitedly.

"But," Katsuro said, trying his best to be stern. "It's practically two in the morning, so that means it's time for bed."

Inuyasha felt his face fall. His father had just gotten home, and now he was telling him to go to bed?

"Ah, but daddy! I don't wanna' go to sleep yet. Can we watch one more movie?"

Katsuro looked at his son, then over to his wife, who shrugged. "Well, it's already late. One more movie couldn't hurt, darling."

The white haired man rolled his eyes, a smile once again gracing his finely structured face. He didn't have to look at his family to know that they were both giving him puppy dog eyes that he couldn't resist.

"Fine, but just one. Then it's off to bed with you."

Katsuro chuckled as both his loved ones let out a victorious yell. He set Inuyasha down, who ran over to the couch and took a seat in the middle, patting both sides of the cushion on either side of him. His parents took the seats happily, his mother on his left and his father to his right. He watched as his father picked up the remote and began scrolling through the tv stations.

Inuyasha snuggled into the couch, getting nice and cozy before his eyes closed.

End of Flashback...

Setting down his coffee, Inuyasha let a dark chuckle escape him. Ever since his mother had died so many years ago, his father and him had never been close. Even though his caretaker assured him that it wasn't the case, Inuyasha knew that his father blamed him for his mother's death. The thought had hurt at first, but Inuyasha had since grew numb to it. If it had been up to him, he would have gotten away from his remaining family members long ago. But it was his promise to his mother that had kept him here in Japan, enduring the hate his brother had for him and the neglect from his father.

"Inuyasha. Promise me something. Promise that you will always stick by your family, even if I don't make it..."

The jingling of the bell above the door sounded, snapping Inuyasha's attention towards the door.

His eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat.

He watched as a girl dressed in beat up sneakers, khaki pants, and a long sleeved blue shirt walked in. Her ebony hair, which was knotted up and tangled, was pulled into a sloppy bun on to of her head, and the look on her face said that she was in a very foul mood.

Kagome Higurashi.

Inuyasha almost laughed out loud. She looked so out of place in the Starbucks cafe. Dressed in her simple clothes, she stood out amongst the many suits and ties.

Every bone and fiber in him began to react, and Inuyasha felt a sudden urge to make her life miserable. It had become a habit of his back in high school, and even now, years after they had both graduated, he still got the same urge whenever he saw or thought of her.

Especially after what happened Saturday...

Grinning evily, Inuyasha chugged down the rest of his coffee, which was cold by now, and tossed it in the nearby trash bin. Making sure his clothes were straight and his hair was still tied back neatly in its ponytail, he rose from his seat and made his way over to the ebony haired woman, a familiar tingle going through his body,

This is going to be fun.

Another chapter down! :D Just a look on a bit of Inuyasha's childhood and his mother before she died(Yes, she is dead. I love me some Izayoi, but she needs to be dead for this story)

Also, I know that Katsuro isn't their father's name, but I really like the name and it's meaning,("Victorious Son") so you know..yeah.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed. Thank's for reading!

-Vanilla.