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KAGOME

Despite the hiccup from the world's most persistent dog hanyo, I power through the rest of my morning classes with ease. Sango texted me earlier and asked if we could meet up in the student union for lunch, so here I sit, a turkey sandwich and two open textbooks in front of me.

The student union was a bit hard to find, but I'm slowly but surely finding my way around the large campus. The building is huge, the cafeteria looking more like a food court, with one huge strip of restaurants like in a mall. I try to occupy my time by familiarizing myself with this semester's syllabus. My brain is already fried and I still have one more class to go.

One more class and then you can escape to your happy place.

No one knows about my secret pass time, not even Sango. If I'm being honest with myself, I'm embarrassed. Most people probably wouldn't get it. They'd think it was silly, or useless, but it's the way I meditate. My miko abilities have gotten stronger with my little bouts of escapism. What's the harm in cultivating? Sango wouldn't understand, she's a demon slayer. Her form of meditation is through a boxing bag. Or pummeling Miroku.

Speaking of which…

SLAP!

"You fucking pervert!"

I look over my shoulder to see Sango standing over the poor perverted monk. He's been in our little friend group for a few years now, at least since we were sophomores in high school and he was a junior. Even when he went off to college our senior year, he made it his mission in life to be as close to Sango as possible. I know she thinks he's just another playboy, but if she were truly paying attention, she'd notice he hasn't touched another woman since we were juniors. He's had his eyes on Sango, and his hands strictly on her ass only. Sure, he could swing a good pickup line, but if you asked me, that's probably the only language he knows how to speak anymore. Sure, he's a perv, but he's… her perv.

Miroku jumps up off of the floor and beams at Sango. They're a few tables away, so I can't hear the exchange, but I watch as Sango's cheeks turn a bright red before she stalks off toward our table, looking more flustered than she did when she slapped him.

"That fucking idiot! I'm going to give him brain damage one day, I swear." She huffs as she drops into a chair next to me, promptly helping herself to half of my sandwich.

"What's the count so far?" I asked distractedly, turning back to the anthropology syllabus in front of me.

"Five if you count the one that just happened. Six if you count me tripping him on the way to my Yokai Customs class, but I don't because I didn't use my hands."

Damn, he must be going for a first-day-of-school record or something.

"Enough about the lecher, how has your day been?" She asks, and I finally look at her.

"Good, can't complain." I shrug. "I've only gotten lost twice, my classes aren't too crowded, and an inuyoukai invited me to study his anatomy as a form of tutoring at 9 in the morning so I guess you could say the day hasn't been too bad."

She chuckles and takes another bite of our now-shared turkey sandwich. "What's with you and canines? Last year, Koga couldn't stop sniffing after you and now you've attracted a dog youkai?" She snorts. "Good luck with that. Those bastards are some of the most possessive and persistent."

I roll my eyes. "God, I hope not."

We fall into a comfortable silence as she finishes her sandwich. Sango and I have been as thick as thieves since seventh grade when she moved down the street from me and we were assigned seats on the school bus. She's always kept her long chestnut hair pulled back in a ponytail and where I like skirts and blouses, Sango is all cargo pants and tank tops. She's tough love and rough around the edges. Sango never let anything anyone has to say bother her, her fighting spirit is one of the many qualities I love about her.

She swallows the last bite of her half of the sandwich before taking a moment to look around the food court. She eventually stops her wandering gaze to settle on something over my shoulder.

"Hey, did that inuyoukai happen to be a hanyo?" She asks offhandedly, not bothering to move her eyes from behind my shoulder.

My eyes narrow. "Yes…"

I watch as a slow, steady grin pulls on the corners of her mouth before she finally meets my eyes. Before I can say anything, I hear my name being called from across the food court.

"Hey, Kagome!"

I whip my head around to find the culprit.

That's when my eyes land on Miroku's lecherous smirk and a white-haired hanyo standing beside him with eyes like lava.

Son of a-

INUYASHA

(Fire - Two Feet)

"You fucking pervert!"

Of course, as soon as I walk into the cafeteria, it's to see Miroku leering after yet another poor defenseless girl with a twisted smile on his face.

Eh, I take it back. Judging by the red handprint on his cheek, that girl is anything but defenseless. I wait until the brunette walks away from him before making my approach.

"You're gonna get a concussion one day, you know that?"

He finally tears his eyes away from the girl's ass to look back at me with a deceivingly innocent smile. He claps a hand on my shoulder. "My friend, I'll take whatever I can get at this point."

I roll my eyes. "You can get whoever you want. Girls throw themselves at you left and right. You flirt like a player, but never make a move. It's your own fault for not taking them up on their offers."

I've known Miroku since last year. You'd never think we'd be friends since he doesn't have much of an athletic bone in his body, but we somehow click. He's a huge flirt but despite being a smooth talker, he never really pursues anyone. This is probably the first time I've actually seen him touch a girl. All he ever really talks about is some chick he went to high school with that won't give him the time of day. He turns down every girl that offers themselves up to him, even if it's just for a single night, and despite giving him grief about it last year, I'm starting to understand.

My eyes start scanning the nearby tables for an empty one to sit at. I don't have any more classes today, but I do have football practice that starts in about an hour so I figured I would bother the lecher until I have to leave for the field.

"I don't want any other woman but my beautiful Sango." He gestures towards the girl that just gave him a backhand in the form of a greeting. That must be the chick he's been turning down all the tail for. However, my attention is on the girl she's sitting next to… "She's just playing hard to get. I have a plan though, I'm going to…"

He keeps talking but I've gone fucking deaf, which is a feat for me considering I can hear a pin drop from a mile away with my demonic hearing. My focus has zoned in on the table this girl Sango is sitting at. Sitting right next to my princess, the girl I can't stop fucking thinking about despite trying. I find my eyes glued to the back of the most beautiful head I've ever seen.

Oh great, I'm gonna get a fucking hard-on for the back of her head now? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?

There are too many smells in here to pick up her scent and that sends an irrational bout of anger through me. I wanna fucking smell her sweet scent of angel's breath and mountain springs. I wanna bask in her sunlight, even if her eyes promise 3rd degree burns every time she looks at me.

Fuck, I don't even know the girl's name…

"Yo, Miroku."

I know I'm a dick because I completely cut off whatever tirade he was going on about, but he doesn't mention it.

"Yeah?"

I haven't taken my eyes off of my little princess the entire time he's been talking, but I notice from the corner of my eye that he's tracking my line of sight. I lift a clawed finger, trying my best to remain impassive in tone.

"Who's the girl next to the chick you're pining after?"

I can fucking hear the smile in his voice when he answers. "Why, did she turn you down?"

"What do you know about it, huh?" I grumble.

"Ah, my friend, I'd advise you to stop before you even start. That is one woman you will never have a chance with."

That makes my head reel back and regard him with a glare. "What? Why the fuck not?"

He laughs and rubs his chin. "Because she's completely untouchable. I don't even think she's let a guy so much as kiss her let alone lay with her. She won't fall for your usual tricks, trust me. Many have tried, all have failed."

"How the fuck do you know so much about her?" I growl, unable to keep the possessiveness from my tone. What the actual fuck is happening to me? Why am I so affected by this girl?

That's an easy answer. Because she's mine.

Miroku puts his hands up in a sign of mock surrender. "Woah, easy there, cowboy. I went to high school with them, alright? She's never had a boyfriend, she's never been one to go out on dates, and she's a total homebody. They both are. They might as well be in their very own league. Trust me when I say, you don't stand a chance, my friend."

I roll my eyes, already annoyed and fed up and trying to keep my feet planted on the floor as opposed to jumping through the crowd to get to their table just to get a whiff of her intoxicating scent. But I need a name…

"Just tell me what her name is already."

"You know what? You can definitely afford to be humbled." His smile gets a bit wider, then he turns his head in the direction of the girls' table. "Hey, Kagome!"

Kagome.

Her name's Kagome.

I mouth it just so I can feel it on my tongue. I watch as Sango's eyes widen with amusement and Kagome's shoulders tense. Then, she turns to look over her shoulder at us and our eyes immediately find each other. I swear, it's like she wants to set me on fire with just a look. And she does. She lights me on fire, alright, all the way to my hardening cock. My need for her is boiling in my veins. I smirk and follow Miroku through the crowd as our eyes never leave one another.

I stop right in front of her, forcing her to look up at me. My crotch is inches from her face and I bite back the groan I feel rising in my chest at the imagery before me. Fuck, she looks so pretty looking up at me like that.

She'd look even prettier with my cock down her throat-

I give her my best fang-filled smile. "Well, hello there, princess. It's so nice to see you again."

She flashes me a sarcastic tight smile, oozing with contempt. "Is it?"

Miroku takes the seat next to Sango, while I reluctantly sit down in the one next to Kagome. I don't want to sit down. I like towering over her. She's so small, so delicate. The idea of dominating this little virgin princess makes me ache.

"Sango, Kagome, this is my good friend, Inuyasha." Miroku introduces me, but I don't take my eyes off Kagome. She's narrowed her brown orbs into slits, almost like she's trying to plan the best way to murder me, but I don't care. She smells so fucking good, I'd let her stab me just so I can carry her scent on my clothes for the rest of the day.

I keep trying to tell myself she's nothing more than another goal, another hole to get my dick wet in. But I know that's just a lie. It honestly makes me nauseous every time I try to convince myself of it.

She's different. She's so much more than just some random snatch, some cum and dump girl I'd normally go after. She's not easy, hell, she's as pure as freshly fallen snow. Easy is the last thing I expect her to be.

It's this realization that solidifies something in me. An almost audible click can be heard in my brain as the thought becomes fully comprehensible.

If I get her… WhenI get her… I won't be letting her go.

She'll be mine. Mine, all mine.

"So, Inuyasha," Her friend, Sango, grabs my attention, forcing me to move my eyes away from my bounty. "Are you in the same year as Miroku?"

I lean back in my chair, trying to act cool, and nonchalant, all while Kagome's eyes have now found the book in front of her the most interesting thing in the world.

"Yeah, we're both sophomores. Are you freshmen?"

Sango nods. "Yup! Kagome's getting her degree in Miko Healing-"

"Sango!" Kagome hisses under her breath, but her friend doesn't pay her any mind.

"-And I'm getting mine in Youkai Archeology. What about you?"

I smile, happy to be included in the conversation despite Kaogme's cold shoulder. "Youkai Sports Medicine."

Kagome finally looks back at me with raised brows. "Really?"

I cock my own brow at her. "What's so surprising about that?"

"You just don't seem like the type to heal ailments." Her eyes roam over me and I can feel her gaze like feathers stroking my skin. Fuck, I love it when her eyes are on me. "You look more like the type to cause them."

I make a tsk tsk tsk sound, regarding her with a chastising look. "You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, princess. I thought you were better than that."

"You don't know me well enough to say that. For all you know, I could be the most conceited, obnoxious, player in this school. Oh wait!" She suddenly claps and smiles wide, her clasped hands gesturing toward me. "You seem to already have that position filled."

"Oh, I could show you some new, open positions if you're interested." I wink at her, smiling like the devil incarnate.

She gives me a beaming smile. "Unfortunately, I'm not. Bummer."

I notice her smile hasn't faded and my heart thunders in my chest. I got her to smile. I mean, yeah, she's insulting me, but fuck, it's a real smile. Just for me. I did that…

"You think you have me all figured out, don't you, Ka-go-me?" I draw out her name just to watch the heat bloom on her cheeks. Smoothly, she picks up half her sandwich and starts eating, leaning back in her chair with a relaxed smile.

"You're not exactly hard to read, dog-boy."

I chuckle. "Oh, but you make a lot of things hard for me, princess."

She shakes her head, unable to contain her laugh. "Where do you come up with this shit? Does talking like an 80s pornstar usually work to get into a girl's pants? Because it only makes me want to smack you."

"Does threatening bodily harm usually work to push guys away? Because you're only turning me on even more."

She half-gasps, half-coughs around the food in her mouth, blushing all the way down her chest. I'm not lying either. My skin is on fire, my cock is pulsing, and I could be imagining it, but I swear I can smell that sweet, sweet, pussy of hers getting wet for me.

The sound of someone clearing their throat snaps our attention over to Sango and Miroku, who are both staring at us with different expressions. Miroku is making his typical grin eat up the majority of his face while Sango is looking at Kagome like she's grown two heads.

"You guys want a room?" Sango snarks.

Miroku throws an arm over her shoulder. "Sango and I can give you two some privacy if you want to continue your strange form of foreplay right here on the table."

"Oh, fuck off, Miroku." Kagome sputters, clearly flustered. "You and Sango are the ones that need a room. Your hand is already halfway down her pants!"

Sango rears back, realizing his hand is indeed creeping into the waistline of her pants towards her backside.

SLAP!

"God damnit, Miroku!"

Miroku gives us a fake pouty lip. "Cockblocks."

With the heavy tension broken, Kagome and I chuckle. "Strike number six," I hear her mumble under her breath.

I lean in close to her ear. "I bet he'll reach ten by the end of the day."

She makes the cutest fucking snorting sound and turns her head to face me. "Try fifteen."

"Wanna make it a bet, princess?"

Her eyes sparkle with challenge as her lips pull into a sexy smirk. "You're on, dog-boy."

"What're the stakes?"

"Loser buys the winner lunch tomorrow."

"Deal."

I put my hand out to shake. Her eyes follow my movement and after a moment's hesitation, she places her small hand in mine.

Her skin is so fucking soft. Does she bathe in fucking baby oil? It's only now I realize how close we are. Our eyes lock back onto each other, my gold clashing with her chocolate brown, our hands still clasped together. We're mere inches from each other's faces. I can feel her breath puffing against my chin. Her scent is enveloping me, surrounding me, drowning me. I take a deep breath through my nose and let the angel's breath and mountain spring aroma coat my nose and throat. I wonder for the fiftieth time today how she tastes…

"There you two go again, practically fucking each other right here in front of God and his children. We are in public, you know."

Kagome pulls her hand away as if I've scorched her and turns her flaming cheeks toward a grinning Sango to shoot her a death glare.

She's so fucking adorable.

I decide to give her a break and change the subject, leaning away to give her some room to breathe. "So why is someone who is studying to become a Miko Healer taking a Youkai Anatomy class? Doesn't reiki burn youkai?"

For some reason, her blush deepens and her eyes find her food most interesting. "Not all reiki."

Before I can probe further on that confusing piece of information, a cold manicured hand slides over my shoulder and runs down my chest. My raging erection deflates almost immediately.

Huh. That's different.

I was so distracted, I didn't even smell Kikyo behind me until her hands were on me. "Inu, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. You didn't call me all summer, baby, I miss you." She purrs, her voice coated in sticky desire, but where it used to get me revved up, I'm about as flaccid as a senior citizen in the dead of winter.

Huh. Weird.

"I've been busy." I keep my tone curt, hoping she'll take the hint and leave me alone.

We had an arrangement last year, one that I'm starting to regret. I'll admit, Kagome was right, I'm a player, or more accurately, a manwhore. Or at least I used to be. You see, Kikyo wanted to be popular, get into all of the cool frat parties, climb the social ladder, and be one with the school's elite like myself and my brother. I just wanted someone who looked good on my arm and gave good head. It was a win-win. She wasn't the only girl I called or received sexual gratification from. Most women over the last year were nameless, or flings, or one-night stands. I never led anyone on to believe we were ever or would ever be more.

It was just sex.

That all changes today though. I'm rapidly approaching a full-blown obsession. Kagome's put me under a spell. She's got me by the balls. Does she realize her effect on me? I am done for this girl. And that means my manwhore days are done as well. No more booty calls, no more between-class hook-ups. Kagome's it for me, and since I'm going to make her mine, then I have to be hers in return.

I notice my little princess is back to focusing on the book in front of her, no longer eating. That bothers me. Another thing that's killing me is that she smells so fucking anxious. Is that …jealousy?

"Well, will I see you at Bankotsu's party tomorrow? I hear everyone is going to be there and I was hoping we could-"

"Can't, I have plans." I cut Kikyo off, not once removing my eyes from Kagome's stiff and uncomfortable form.