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KAGOME

(My Mind - Mickey Valen, Emily Vaughn)

I am not jealous.

I hardly know the guy, why would I be jealous? We've already established that he's a playboy, a womanizer, a total fucking creep. So why does it bother me so much that one of his little bed warmers came up to our table to talk to him? It shouldn't. It doesn't. I'm perfectly unbothered.

I'm a terrible fucking liar, even to myself.

He just seemed so damn likable a minute ago. I swear, he was looking at me like I held the universe in my hands. Even though all the harsh banter, for a solid few minutes, I felt myself leaning more and more toward him. Wanting to get to know him, really know him. The him that's underneath that cocky exterior and confident smirk. He's pretty damn insistent on getting to know me, despite the walls I keep trying to erect in front of him.

Ugh, erect. Bad word choice. See, he's already getting to me!

As soon as that girl sauntered over here and started touching him, that easygoing, and almost charming demeanor vanished and he became cold and unreadable. My eyes are practically burning a hole in my textbook right now, but I'm not reading shit. I'm trying really hard to not focus on their conversation, but it's hard not to when they're right next to me.

The girl with her hands all over Inuyasha suddenly clears her throat, her voice becoming icy.

"Oh." She sounds totally dejected and for a split second, my heart goes out to her. I bet he made her all kinds of promises and now he's being a total jerk. I allow myself to feel genuinely sorry for her, at least until she opens her mouth to address me directly. "I guess those plans include you, huh?"

My head snaps up and my eyes lock on the coldest black orbs I've ever seen, shooting nothing but malice my way. I give her a tight-lipped smile. "Nope." I make sure to pop the P and smile the fakest smile at Inuyasha, so big my cheeks hurt.

Inuyasha's eyes narrow on me while his little friend remains impassive and stony. "Good. I'm Kikyo by the way, Inu's girlfriend-"

"You are not my girlfriend." Inuyasha practically hisses over his shoulder. Kikyo sends him a pout that I'm assuming is meant to be cute. It isn't.

"But I thought I was at least your favorite. All those things I did for you-"

"That doesn't make you my girlfriend, it makes you a booty call."

My eyebrows are in my hairline as Sango tries to cover her mouth with both hands to keep her laughter at bay. Miroku's shaking his head, looking utterly disappointed in his dear friend. I can't help the mirthless chuckle from leaving my lips.

"Wow," I murmur. Inuyahsa's eyes snap back to mine and for a second, I see a flicker of guilt. Maybe even remorse? Panic? Whatever it is, he looks ready to beg me to stay. Too bad that's not happening. "Real charming."

With that, I stand up while gathering my things before looking toward Sango. "I'll text you later."

When she nods, I turn away and head toward the doors without another glance back at Inuyasha. I can't believe I thought I could like him. He's clearly only after one thing. A few more right moves, and he could've gotten it from me.

Damn him! Why did he have to be so fucking good-looking? And funny?
What kind of cruel joke is that? I swear, the moment our hands touched, I wanted to crawl into his lap and purr like a kitten. I imagined those claws raking through my hair and that smooth, gravelly voice whispering sweet nothings in my ear. How could someone take over my mind so completely in less than a day? I need to get a grip. That guy is bad news. Even if he didn't touch me inappropriately, I can tell he's worse than Miroku. At least Miroku doesn't fuck everything with a wet hole and two legs. Inuyasha clearly has a full arsenal of conquests. Ugh.

"Kagome! Hey, wait up!"

Is the universe finding joy in my suffering?

I stop dead in my tracks a few feet from the cafeteria's exit, turning around to face the stupidly handsome dog-eared man. He's softly jogging toward me, his chest rising and falling in a tantalizing way. God damnit, why does he have to be so alluring? It makes hating him really hard.

"Hey, why'd you run off like that?" He asks once he gets a few feet in front of me. I can tell by his sheepish smile that he knows exactly why I 'ran off like that' but I shrug and play it cool anyways.

"I have class." I turn back towards the door but a big, calloused hand on my upper arm stops me, turning me back to face him. Is he rubbing my arm with the inside of his wrist? Why is he standing so close to me?

"Not so fast, princess." He pulls out his phone, that devil smile playing on his lips again. I fucking hate that one of his fangs is poking over his full bottom lip. It makes me want to lick it. "Put your number in. You know, for when I win the bet and you have to take my order for lunch tomorrow."

Why that arrogant son of a-

I smile sweetly, taking his phone and typing in a new contact.

New Contact Name: Kagome

Number: 1-800-Go Fuck Yourself Dog-Boy

I lock his phone and shove it at his chest before turning and disappearing through the doors, resigning to the fact that Sango was right. I only ever seem to attract asshole canine demons.

My last class of the day takes place outside, thank god. It's Horticology 101, a class I'm bound to excel at. We meet up behind the auditorium, just across the way from a football field. Our 'classroom' is a big field of various plants and drying stations. Our first assignment is to identify six different herbs that can be used to treat a headache and list the proper way to prepare them in order for them to work effectively.

I take out my phone and put my headphones in, drowning out the football players practicing on the field across from this one.

(Midnight - Trinix)

I'm walking through the different rows of feverfew with my open notebook in my hand, pencil poised to jot down necessary notes when a big shadow suddenly looms over me. I look up into the most vibrant violet eyes I've ever seen. I slowly remove my headphones as I give him a once-over.

"Hey, gorgeous." Violet eyes say with a flare of drama. His jet-black hair is voluminous and shiny, his olive skin flawless, and his eyelashes are long and full, making me instantly envious.

"Hi," I reply lamely.

He chuckles. "I'm Naraku."

"Kagome." He doesn't make a move to shake my hand or anything, and he's looking at me with intense interest, but it's not making me uncomfortable.

"I noticed you working all by your lonesome and figured I'd come help."

I scoff half-heartedly. "I don't need any help-"

He heaves a sigh of relief. "Thank God, then you can help me because I am clueless."

That makes me giggle. He seems like a nice enough guy, and it's obvious he's harmless. So I shrug. "Sure. How far have you gotten?"

He holds up his notebook. "I wrote my name down."

My eyebrows shoot up. "That's it?"

He nods, sheepish with an air of embarrassment. "I'm not really an outdoorsy person. I'm only taking this class to fill a credit. I'd rather sit inside with a good fanfiction and a pocketpussy if I'm being honest."

My cheeks flame so fast over the crude language, I'm surprised I don't get lightheaded. The laugh that bursts from my body is completely unexpected, but so worth it. I feel lighter just from the easy release. Who the hell is this guy?

"That's, um," I cough back the rest of my giggles to get out a sentence. "That sounds like a hell of a way to spend the night."

He smiles big and wide. "Tell me about it." We start walking down the rows of plants while I point out some that fit into our assignment and explain what they do and how to prepare them while he writes them down. After about 15 minutes, we finished up. On the walk back towards the main campus to turn in our papers to our professor in her drop-off box, he leans a bit closer to me, his nose twitching as he seems to be sniffing my arm. I flinch back and regard him with a confused look.

"Seems like you've caught the attention of a certain dog." He chirps a grin firmly in place on his full lips.

"Eh?" Is my intelligent response.

He nudges my shoulder with his. "I'm a spider youkai, I can smell him on you. Those Taisho boys are sure hard to resist, huh?"

I stop walking and turn towards him fully, utterly confused. "Who?"

He shrugs. "Inuyasha. You know, Inuyasha Taisho?"

I heave a hard sigh while rolling my eyes. "Fucker got his scent on me? Really? God, that… that… asshole."

Naraku laughs loudly. "Oh, honey, don't look so down. Tons of girls at this school are vying for that man's attention. Count your lucky stars."

We start walking again, but my feet feel like concrete as I pout. "I don't want his attention. Besides, I could throw a dart into a crowd of girls at this school and chances are, it'll land on a girl he's already seen the dark corners of a public stall with. No thank you."

Naraku looks at me with awe. "Huh. Amazing."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Curious question, feel free to not answer, but are you attracted to the opposite sex or do you swing for your own team?"

I give him a half-shrug and consider my answer for a moment. "I never really thought about it, but I've never really felt attracted to girls the way I am toward guys. Why?"

"I'm just shocked to find a straight, single, girl not keeling over to get a sideways glance from the Mitamas University prince. Kudos, girl, you make that dog work for the bone."

I speak through a tired laugh. "There will be no bone, there will be no sideways glances. I just want to get through my first year of college without having to fend off the school's number one womanizer. Why did he put his scent on me?" I whine, mostly to myself. I realize he must've done it when we were at the table, or when he grabbed my arm on the way out of the food court. Shit, that must've been it. He was standing so close and he rubbed my arm so gently with the inside of his wrist. Sneaky bastard. Probably did it just to piss me off.

Naraku shrugs noncommittally. "Who knows? Inuyasha never does anything without a reason though, so you're probably not getting rid of him anytime soon."

I sigh, but then realize we glossed over something entirely. "Wait, did you say Taisho brothers? There's more than one of them?" I can't imagine having to fend off two dog demons.

Naraku gives me a Cheshire cat's grin. "Oh, don't you worry about the other Taisho. Sesshomaru is nothing like Inuyasha. Not to mention, he definitely swings for his own team, lovely. Besides," He turns back towards the building we've now reached, pulling the door open and holding it for me. I walk through and hear him mutter with determination behind me. "That man is mine."

INUYASHA

After a good two hours of football practice, every muscle in my body is screaming, but rapidly healing. The thing about sports at Mitamas University is that they're only for demons. Call us prejudiced or whatever, but humans who go to school here are usually on the science side, not the athletic side, so we don't have human sports at all. And if they tried to play in our sports? They'd be killed. When we tackle, we send bodies flying. When we break bones, we're doing it as a warm-up. We're bloody and thirsty, and brutal by nature. It only makes sense that we thrive on the field.

The scent of the locker room is a combination of blood, sweat, and a mix of emotions. Some adrenaline, some elation, others anger, and rage, but all I really feel is exhaustion. Well, that and arousal. That hasn't gone away since 9AM.

I couldn't stop thinking about Kagome all fucking practice. I got sacked twice. Twice! Because my mind was on my fiery little princess. She was right across the field, prancing around the school's herb gardens like a beautiful little fairy. She's a sneaky little minx, I'll give her that. She's got a tongue as sharp as razors and a wit that could put even Miroku to shame.

That little stunt she pulled with my phone earlier was both rage-inducing and made wearing a cup during practice fucking impossible. That's twice now she's avoided giving me her number. I know she has a phone. I watched her during practice as she slipped her headphones in and listened to music before Naraku interrupted her. I know she thinks that if she brushes me off over and over again, I'll eventually stop trying.

She couldn't be more wrong.

If anything, I'm just getting more creative. More devious. I've already marked her with my scent, just so I know no other male demons will try to pull moves on her. I've never marked a girl before. Not even Kikyo and she was my regular. See, touching someone doesn't automatically mark them, no matter how much I touch them. A demon has to intentionally leave its scent, almost like releasing a pheromone on command. Usually, scent marking is left for marriage or some other ritualistic practice that binds a demon and its partner. Is it insane that I scent-marked a girl I've only known since this morning? You betcha. At this point, I've accepted my fate. It's fast, to develop feelings for someone in less than 24 hours of knowing them. But I'll be damned if I've ever ignored my instincts.

And all of my instincts are screaming for her.

I no longer just want her.

I need her.

But first, I have to find a way to get her. Marking her with my scent isn't going to keep other male demons away for long, especially when she takes a shower and cleans my scent off.

Sighing, I trudge to my locker. I knew the second I walked in, it was going to be a shitshow and I was right. I never fuck up during practice. I'm always on top of my game, giving as good as I get, going above and beyond, and playing like it's the championships even if it's just a scrimmage.

Well, I'm getting as good as I give, this time. Just in the form of insulting banter and strangely arousing rejection.

"Hey, Yash!" Goshinki, my wide receiver, follows behind me, slapping me on the back hard enough to make a lesser man wince. I keep my jaw set and open my locker, pulling out my bag and getting my things ready to take a shower while Goshinki leans against the locker next to mine, trying to read my expression.

"What the fuck was that on the field, man? You were a total space cadet." He chastises. He's gunning for a scout to notice him this year during the playoff games, so I get his anxiety, but can he just fuck all the way off right now?

I hear a snickering sound behind me. "His head is in the clouds over some bitch in our first period," Bankotsu says.

Before I can snap his neck, Goshinki snorts halfheartedly. "Inuyasha Taisho losing his game over some pussy? No way, Bank."

I turn around and try to keep my face stoic in expression even though I want to shove my fist down both of their throats. "I'm just tired, it has nothing to do with that girl."

Bankotstu rolls his eyes, pulling his long black hair from its braid. "Riiiiight." He says sarcastically. "Dude, you were drooling all over her this morning. You were late to practice because you were caught up trying to get her number, and you couldn't take your eyes off of her during practice even when Naraku started sniffing after her."

"Please, we all know Naraku is about as straight as wet spaghetti." Goshinki cuts in and then gives me an odd look. "Why don't you just hit up Kikyo or something?"

Ugh, fuck this conversation. "How about both of you hop off my dick and hit the showers?" Without waiting for a response, I maneuver past Goshinki to take a shower myself. Once there, I strip, step in, and pull the curtain closed. I look down at my throbbing member swinging between my legs and growl. I turn the cold water on and pray it works to redirect my blood from my cock back to my brain so I can think straight.

Fucking Christ, I've never been this sprung over a girl in my life. I don't even know what's so damn special about the wench. She's just so… so… different. That sounds cliche, but I can't describe it in more words than I can think. She's fiery, witty, snarky, and infuriating. God and she's pretty. So fucking pretty that it hurts. She's sexy without even knowing it. I bet those bee-stung lips haven't even been kissed before. If they have, I'd like to know the name of the guy who got the honor and then rip his tongue out of his mouth.

I spend about 20 minutes in the cold spray of the shower, making it so that once I finally leave, the locker room is void of any of the players. I towel off and dress in silence, throwing my hair up in a bun to keep it off my neck as my mind reels with all things Kagome. Fuck, when I first laid eyes on her, I told myself she'd be nothing but another goal. Another body in my bed to pass the time, and when I was fulfilled, I'd toss her aside like all the rest. That's changed completely. I'm fucking obsessed with her.

Obsessed.

In the timeframe of a few hours, she's occupied every corner of my mind. Made me rethink my values and my morals. And let's be honest, the only thing she's done is insult me. Am I a masochist all of a sudden? Maybe. But only for her.

My goals have completely changed. I'm going to get her, that part hasn't changed, but I'm going to keep her too. No more fucking around, it's time for the legendary Prince of Mitamas University to settle down.

I'm going to get my little princess. And then I'm going to make her mine.

With that vow solidifying my resolve, I pack up my gear and head towards the locker room doors to head back to my dorm. As I'm pushing it open, a body all too familiar rushes into me, taking me by surprise long enough to push me against the nearest wall.

"Kik-Kikyo, what the fuck?"

Her dark eyes used to look at me with sultry lust almost crazed looking. She has a sort of fury about her in the way her hands are flat-palmed against my chest, working to keep me where she wants me. I would've probably been into this yesterday. I'd have switched our positions and spread her legs and taken pleasure she'd be all too enthusiastic to give.

Now? I feel nothing.

Nothing.

Kikyo slides her palms up my chest to circle around my neck and links her fingers there. Her tits are pushed up against me, nearly spilling out of her low-cut top. I can feel the heat of her core against my thigh where she starts to steadily grind. She has the natural scent of eucalyptus but it's drowned out by her usual use of heavy floral perfume that's always made me feel close to sneezing.

"I thought you could use some stress relief after a hard practice." She whispers, her voice filled with an almost desperate sort of sensuality.

She stands up on her tiptoes and starts planting her lips on my neck, enticing me to engage.

I can't.

I won't.

"Kikyo," I speak through gritted teeth, putting my hands gently on her shoulders to push her away. "I'm not in the mood, alright?"

It's not in my nature to be nice or even polite, but I'm not in the business of hurting people unnecessarily. I know Kikyo's had feelings for me, we've just both always known I'm not a tied-down kind of guy. At least, I wasn't. That'll change as soon as I can give Kagome the ropes to do it. Part of me feels bad because I know this will probably hurt Kikyo's feelings, but she knew what she was getting into when we made this deal last year.

Kikyo pouts. "You know I can put you in the mood no problem, Inu." She starts to lean back up again, but I stop her in her tracks.

"No."

"No?" She sounds offended, but at this point, I'm getting annoyed. "You're saying no to me?"

I sigh. "Yeah, I'm saying no. Look, it was fun and all, but I'm not really interested in hooking up anymore."

She takes a step back, but her hands don't release from around my neck. Her eyes narrow into slits as she searches my face. For what? I don't know. But then, shocking the shit out of me, she starts to laugh. "You're seriously dumping me right now?"

I grab her wrists to undo her locked fingers. "I'm not dumping you because we were never in an actual relationship. We fucked. That's it."

"That wasn't it!" She shrieks. Her eyes, as black as they are, take on an almost frantic quality as she pauses and stares at me. "This is all about that new girl, isn't it? That bitch in the cafeteria?!"

I grit my teeth, anger surging through me with a vengeance, but I don't acknowledge her claims. She's right and she knows it, and soon the whole school will know it as well.

I try to pull at her wrists again, but her fingers are locked together like a vice behind my neck. I know I have the strength to shove her off, but I don't want to hurt her.

"Kikyo, whatever we had, it's over. We're done." I keep my voice level, making sure it rings with finality and brooks no argument. She pauses for a beat, then, with a flash of blue light, my neck starts to burn. Intense, searing pain shoots down my spine and I yell out.

"Ow, fuck!"

Kikyo finally releases the death grip on her own fingers behind my neck, leaving me to fall to the floor. I see her fingertips lighting up with a blue glow, evidence of her using her miko abilities on me.

"Screw you, Inuyasha!" These are the last words she screams before running out the door and leaving me to keel over on the locker room floor. Nausea sweeps over me, making me choke on bile as I try to breathe through the pain. Not a lot can put a demon down, not even other demons, but a Priestess? They're dangerous to demons when provoked. I knew Kikyo was powerful, but I never thought she'd use her reiki on me.

Once I can finally take a deep breath without the risk of vomiting, I stand on shaky legs and pull myself towards the mirrors in the locker room to inspect the damage. My neck is red, the nape still burning and stinging like a million bees. After about 15 minutes, I finally start to notice the burns healing. It'll take roughly another hour before they're completely gone, but at least the pain stopped. I sigh and pull my hair from its bun so I can hide the burns while walking back to my dorm. I don't need anyone seeing it and starting shit, the rumors would be all over campus by tomorrow afternoon, and then I'll catch more hell from my teammates than I've already had to endure.

Shouldering my bag, I head out the door and take the trails through the wooded area behind the main buildings back to the dorms. Once I see the North Hall building, I turn down the trail heading that way.

My mind wanders to my princess again, or did it ever leave her? I'll see her tomorrow, and that fills me with enough adrenaline to run ten miles uphill with a smile on my face. I have to figure out a way to get past her defenses though. That girl has got some serious walls built around her. What I need is a plan that grants me her undivided attention. Something that forces our proximity so she won't have a way to escape, at least not before falling completely in love with me first.

And I know she will. Fuck, I'm already halfway there myself. I can't be the only one feeling this, I just have to make her acknowledge it; this connection, this pull between us.

Maybe I can switch my schedule around to take some of her classes? I could try seducing her into dating me, but I doubt that'll go over well. Me? Acting like a gentleman? What, and buy flowers and chocolates or whatever dumb shit guys do to get a girl's attention? Fuck that, that's pussy shit. I have better game than any of those losers. Kagome just plays a whole different game.

Fuck, I haven't tried this hard for a girl in… well, ever. I just know she's worth it. I want her, and I will have her. If that means I have to play a ruthless game to win her favor, then so be it. No one said I was a saint. They've said the opposite, in fact. Might as well live up to their expectations.

My ears twitch, a noise off the trail catching my attention. It almost sounds like music. It's not coming from the dorms, not at this hour, plus it sounds much closer… actually getting closer.

(Shy Girl - Kadem)

The music suddenly turns off, replaced by that of crunching twigs and dry leaves being flattened under light steps. I take a few deep inhales to see whoever decided to go for an evening stroll.

Angel's breath.

God, that heavenly aroma has ingrained itself into my very psyche. It also makes my dick harder than steel when I catch the faint trace of my scent on her. I can't help the wide grin that spreads across my face. It's as if she was manifested by my thoughts alone. Fate, the kamis, or whatever kind of magic this universe has seems to have manipulated the circumstances in my favor, bringing her right to me.

I take a few steps in the direction of my little forest princess, keeping my steps light so as not to alert my prey to the predator that lurks in the darkness.

I finally see her emerge from behind a large trunk, heading towards North Hall, oblivious to the danger she's just exposed herself to. She's still wearing her cute little pastel outfit that could make a priest abandon the habit.

What is she doing out here? By the way she keeps looking over her shoulders and scanning the area, I can see she doesn't want to be caught in the woods behind the dorms. Why? What is she hiding? Was she sneaking around with someone? Meeting them in the thick of the woods? Was it a guy?

The thought makes me see red for a split second before my nose confirms that she's been completely alone out here. So what the fuck is she up to?

Before I can think better of it, I stand at my full height, waiting for her to put herself back on the trail. She's still completely unaware of my presence, and that both excites and enrages me. She needs to be more observant, more aware. Anyone could snatch her out here, take her, harm her. Luckily, there's no one else around. No one but me.

I'm her predator and she's my prey. As soon as she steps onto the trail less than 10 feet in front of me, I make myself known.

"Out for an evening stroll, princess?"