Yuki To Momo

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha all credit goes to Rumiko Takahashi! (ゝω´･)b

Rated: M, for violence, and offensive language.

Chapter Four.

†The Train Station Part One†

(Told from the perspective of Uta.)

I huffed painfully as I jogged behind Kagome. I could feel cold sweat dripping down the sides of my face, nose, and neck. I didn't have a moment to cool my heels as we quickly passed a few people. As we went through the turnstile, my eyes unconsciously fell on Amai-Chan's black skirt just as the wind flipped it up enough for me to gain an eyeful of the striped pink panties she was wearing.

Out of respect, I quickly averted my gaze from the prize in view with the back of my hand pressed to my lips. How could I look at her like that? I know that it was wrong but, I didn't want to forget that sight. I always appeared to be out of reach to every chick that expressed interest in me, because I couldn't feel anything for them. However, this girl was, an angel that was breaking through my barrier. She wasn't even trying too, which was the worst part. Her meek and alluring actions, the way she ran and how the sunlight crossed her. The sun seemed to happily illuminate that body of hers, she looked good in that cute sailor suit she was wearing. It was pure bliss, and I never wanted it to end.

I watched as Kagome slowed to a light jog as she reached the train platform before me. She released a breathy sigh with a relieved expression, some of her once side swept bangs now dipped over the bridge of her face. Panting slightly I caught up to her with my book bag under my arm, and clenched against my side. Like Kagome had done before me, I came to a stop behind the yellow line painted on the concrete before the drop onto train track.

With grace Kagome spun on her heel to face me, calmly she walked up to me and fixed a stray hair that had gotten out of place from my hair bun. She stared up at me with a slight grin as she placed her hand on her hip.

"I always love an early morning jog! A classic workout does great for the heart and lungs, but it burns so good after! How about you Inagaki-kun, do you enjoy running too," Asked me Kagome excitedly.

I couldn't answer her as quickly as I watched her lips move, fascinated by the pink petals of skin that tightened and separated to give me the satisfaction of hearing her silky voice. It was far beyond me to see a girl I just met, and most of all my neighbor becoming a casual part of my life. A girl alone was, too strange.

"Yeah, I like running. When I'm running to the fridge for a snack late at night." I said in a breathy chuckle, trying to be cheeky.

Kagome stared at me for a moment before she started laughing too.

"Inagaki-kun, you're very funny." She smiled sweetly.

I glanced at her from the side of my eye as I crossed my arms over my chest with a puff of air.

"You're the only one who thinks so." I grinned.

As Kagome was smiling, behind her I noticed that the train platform was filled with students and adults of various types. A medium sized crowd (10) of people stood behind the yellow line waiting for the train, in the middle of the crowd I saw them. The faces of my three friends dressed in varying styles of Yuzu-high gakuran.

First guy was named Hanue Jin or "The Snow Lotus" as he liked to be called. Jin had wavy flaxen, almost kinky hair that was tied back into a low pony tail and it ended just above his upper thighs. He was also a Four-eyes, that wore thin expensive rectangular framed glasses that covered those soft jade eyes of his. I lowered my brows in annoyance at how perfect Jin's uniform looked. It was so sleek, crisply ironed, and hand tailored. It really made that Four-eyes look like a model student. Jin, as I remember was very skilled in Kenpo.

Next to Jin stood a guy who displayed a bit of a cold disposition. Oh this guy, he looked angry with his spiny eyebrows pressed low down to his eyes. His arms were folded over his chest. I would've known that look anywhere, it could only belong to "Wolf Eyes" Katagiri Kyoji. As I observed him, I gauged that Kyoji's stance was a clear warning that should've definitely be heeded by anyone. If you pissed him off even in the slightest of ways, he would definitely turn on you like a wolf and rip you apart in a matter of seconds.

I rolled my eyes at that poor excuse of a hairstyle Wolf-Boy wore. His shitty blood red hair was styled up in a spiky mess that had been cut into a fade around the lower half of the back of his lumpy head. His thin sideburns had been trimmed expertly and stylishly, which was the only thing admirable about him in my case. "Wolf-boy's goldenrod colored eyes peered at the people around them, he was like a beast looking for its next victim.

Inwardly I chucked, my knuckles turned white as visions of fighting Kyoji on the roof of our school came into my mind. I was completely confident I'd be able to whoop that damn devil dog's ass like I had done many times before in the past.

The last guy, I observed was "Dead Eye" Ibuki Atsushi. This lady-killer was slender and just as tall as the other two guys, if not shorter. His facial expression was one of complete disinterest, as it had always been as I remembered it. The black and square Euro-trash glasses he wore hid his deep indigo-blue eyes. It didn't take long for him to be noticed as girls nearby from other schools blushed as they cast seductive glances toward him, while guys near me silently envied him, cursing him under their breath.

I remembered Atsushi telling me once that he didn't like wearing glasses, but it was due to the reputation he had.

I could sympathize with that, rival gangs were always lurking, and new uneducated little brats always could use reprimanding. However I'm passed the point of bullying young-ins, I lost interest in it the moment I quit being one of Sotoshi's lackeys at Akehisa. I didn't want to be that type of baddie, and nothing good ever comes from Akehisa anyway. Only Yakuza, rapists, and murderers are bred there. I would be none of those, and I figured Yuzu would be a better place to start over. I know that I'll probably never grow out of my delinquent ways, but I can't help it. It's in my blood.

Still though, I'm not going to go around knocking people's blocks off either, but I will become the Bancho of Yuzu. Just as soon as I beat the crap out of "The Silver Dog Demon" himself. Once I take him out, there won't be anymore fuel for the higher ups and their gangs to feed off of when they come rearing their ugly heads in my territory. Especially those damn punks from Nanyo and Beni-high. They are getting a little too comfortable in my area for my tastes. I didn't take kindly to rival gangs tormenting my underclassmen at school either, but that was the price you paid when you asked your parents to pay your tuition so that you could become a student at one of the richest and violent schools in the area.

Kyoji felt a pair of eyes on him, other than the female students who clearly had the hots for his buddy Atsushi, the lanky shrimp. He turned his eyes in the direction of the stare, and that's when he accidentally caught sight of a girl. She, she was standing there with some guy. Shit, looked like a familiar punk but, who the hell cared about him. The girl, she had soft meek features, and a smile that burned into his mind. The more his deep blue colored eyes gazed over her, the more he felt his heart sinking into the flood of warmth she was creating inside his chest.

He'd been infatuated with a girl at first sight many times before, but there was something about her that he couldn't put his finger on. He inwardly bashed himself, turning his eyes away from her.

A beauty like that would surely ignore him, if he approached her. He couldn't talk to her, because he didn't exist in her perfect world but, she was quickly becoming the center of his. She and the male with her were wearing Hokio School uniforms.

(A/N: Uta's POV.)

I was kind of hungry so I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of melon flavored Hi-Chew. I had opened the waxy paper wrapping and was just about to pop it in my mouth, when I caught sight of something that irked me.

A short, pudgy, balding, and fat lipped business man dressed in a suit two sizes too small, looked out of the corner of his eye at me with some distaste. My eyebrow twinged in annoyance and wrinkled the bridge of my nose. The piggy in a suit responded with an audible "Tch", then he turned his slimy yellowish eyes to Kagome. I watched as that sick shit's face wrinkled into a perverted grin. As a warning I shot the fat ass pig in a suit a glare and raised to my full height.

The short man seemed to get the message as I watched him stumble back from me with his arms out to his sides, one hand held his briefcase while the flap under his chin jiggled.

Garuda Honjo, the chubby businessman was intimidated by the tall lanky punk kid next to him.

"How did this garbage can score such a cute little honey?" He wondered. Clearly this metal-faced brat was deceiving her. These poor girls, they just didn't know good from bad. And what a looker she was, a very, very nice piece of ass. "If only Iwas few years younger and handsome," he thought, "I would plow the fu-

"Whattya lookin at you-" Uta started to say, when he felt a hand press down on his shoulder. He spun around and locked eyes with Kagome. He liked the sweet molten starlight coiled around her pupils. She moved her hand up to his forehead with a look of concern at him.

"Are you feeling okay Inagaki-kun? Are you mad at me because we jogged all the way here instead of riding on your motorcycle?" Kagome asked concerned, noticing Uta as he blushed at her nearness to his person.

(A/N: Uta's POV.)

"Hey ya punk bastard, she's too cute for you! Whadja tell'er to make her like ya? I'm a prissy boy and I have straight A's? Psh, you're nothing but garbage kid!" I heard the asshole next to me whisper.

Fuck, I wanted to punch this guy, but I didn't want to risk it with Kagome standing right here. No, I wasn't mad because we jogged all the way, though it was hardly a jog. We actually had sprinted the whole way to the train stop. This girl, she even had time to stop a thief and give some lady back her purse. She really was, angelic.

I tried to form words, but the saliva in my mouth felt like glue and made my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth. With a swallow of desperation I slid my tongue against my lips.

The pig in the business suit, now behind me whispered again, "Cluck, cluck, cluck, pussy boy."

I closed my eyes as I mentally counted backwards to calm myself down. I just couldn't say anything or else I'd go off and beat the shit out of the guy.

Kagome stopped pondering and turned her eyes toward him. Blinking in awe, she watched him curiously. She thought it was totally cute, like Sai Sai in way when he would get a little lonely. She slid her hand up to the top of his head and rubbed his hair softly with a slight grin.

(A/N: Uta's POV)

Her touch felt so warm to me. The smell of her perfume wafting into my nose from her pale delicate wrist, smelt so good. Damn it, how could I allow this girl to make me feel so normal? Everyone always thought I was different and weird but, not her.

Was this what a crush felt like? Was there really such a girl, who could bring me so much ease with only the touch of her hand? Could I really allow myself to be at the mercy of some girl? The only thing that came out of my mouth was a soft awkward chuckle.

Kagome stared up at me in surprise a moment, until a voice on the speaker overhead called our train. The doors of the train in front of us opened with a loud "ding". Her cheeks filled with a modest blush as she snatched her hand away from my head. I didn't care, I was smiling in embarrassment at the back of her head as I wrapped my fingers around her hand.

"So we don't get separated," I told her. Was it really okay to hold hands like this? I could only wonder.

As we boarded the train together, and glanced back over my shoulder. My eyes scanned over the faces of those behind us. When my line of sight crossed paths with a girl I knew, she quickly looked somewhere else. Maybe she still hated me, but I wouldn't let that bother me today. It was the fear of receiving a negative reaction from her that kept me away. It would be alright, I was with Kagome anyway.

The train began to fill rapidly with bodies, so quickly in fact, that Kagome's hand nearly slipped from my wrist as she was pushed forward. I clenched her hand tightly and pulled her against my chest, not intimately or anything, just a little close so she was safe. I enjoyed the light blush that filled her cheeks as she stared up at me.

Her eyes wandered from my angular jaw, to my thick neck, and lastly dropped to my hand that was curled protectively around her shoulder. I didn't know what this feeling starting inside of me was, but it was comfortable. I think it was comfortable for her too, or else she would've pulled away, right?

Author: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I wish there were more KKOW fanfictions because it's awesome! To think that our sweet Uta used to attend Akehisa High! The breeding ground of your darkest nightmares! Who knows what will happen when Kagome meets three of Uta's friends, and who is that girl that Uta was talking about? We'll find out next time!

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