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KAGOME

I love these woods, and I'm just so grateful that they're right behind the North Hall dorm building, but thick enough that no one can see me doing my meditation. I had been looking forward to the reprieve after such a harrowing first day of classes and it was just the pick-me-up I needed. I've been here for about an hour or so, getting lost in my own thoughts and honing my own miko abilities. I've been doing my meditations in private ever since I was a little girl. I used to do them in front of people, like when the old Priestesses from neighboring shrines would get together and teach a miko beginners class down at the Youth Center. Every other miko would sit down and close their eyes, remaining so still and poised, cultivating their purifying abilities so effortlessly.

Not me.

I just couldn't stop squirming or wanting to move. It was too quiet, too cold, and stuffy, too perfect.

The point of a miko is to purify evil spirits, or demons, to be exact, and cure human ailments. My powers don't work that way. In fact, they don't harm anyone at all.

Not even demons.

It wasn't until the first test of miko purification came about that I realized I was so different from other mikos. Their light was blue. Mine was pink. Their purification turned demons human and gave them 3rd-degree burns. Mine healed their broken bones faster than their own demonic abilities could. Mine cast force fields and apparitions. Theirs could shoot arrows and diminish evil. Most mikos wound up working on police forces or in the military, putting their powers towards charging weapons against enemy and criminal demons.

I just wanted to help people. Heal people. Not just humans, but demons too.

I just didn't… belong.

So I meditate alone. After getting picked on for being such a useless miko, I stopped wanting to be around those kinds of people. They were so jaded and superficial. Wanting to be crowned a powerful miko for the sake of title rather than working together to live happily

The contented feeling that usually follows me around for a few hours after meditating is suddenly stunted when a voice startles me the moment my feet touch the path back to the dorms.

"Out for an evening stroll, princess?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I spin on my heel, my brain already trying to come up with a dumb excuse for being in the woods this late at night. As soon as the moonlight catches the snow-white hair and puppy ears of the world's most attractive, albeit arrogant, dog-hanyo I release a frustrated, but relieved sigh.

No matter how persistent and arrogant he is, I can't imagine that Inuyasha would ever hurt me. I'd rather run into him in the woods than a random guy with unknown motives.

For some reason, Inuyasha makes me feel safe. I'm not sure if I like that or not, so I'll just table the issue for another day.

"What are you doing out here?" I blurt, unable to think of anything else.

His stupidly huge muscles flex and twitch as he crosses his arms over his broad chest. "I just got done with football practice," His smirk turns into a devilish kick of his lips, fangs poking into his bottom lip making me want to lick it. "What're you doing out here?"

"Uh… who me?" Real smooth, idiot. "I'm just… just going for an evening stroll, like you said." I try to play it off with a shrug, but I know I'm not being very convincing. Sango always told me I was a terrible liar, although the apparent flaw never seemed to bother me as much as it does now.

Inuyasha raises one dark brow. "In the woods?"

I square my shoulders and nod my head decisively, doubling down. "Uh-huh."

"With music?"

"What's wrong with walking in the woods while listening to music? Everyone likes music." I counter.

"Oh, everyone likes music?" He mocks.

It's my turn to cross my arms. "What, are you saying you don't like music?"

He shrugs. "No, I'm just curious as to who you were walking in the woods and listening to music with."

I scrunch my face up in confusion. "What? I wasn't with anyone, I was alone."

"Were you?"

"Yes."

"How can I be sure?"

At this point, anger starts to swirl in my gut as I get more and more irritated at his inquisitions. "What kind of game are you playing, dog-boy?"

"No game, princess."

We stand a few feet from each other, staring intensely, waiting for the other to cave. I'm tired and cold and ready to go to bed, so I drop my shoulders, too exhausted to keep up this weird but very arousing bickering match we seem to keep finding ourselves in. I don't know what it is about this dog-hanyo, but he makes me quake and tingle in places I've never felt quake or tingle. Everything about him pulls me in, and that scares me.

Because I know if I let him in, he'll just break my heart. And fuck, if giving him my heart doesn't feel like the most natural thing in the world to do. What is this? What kind of magnet does he have to my emotions, my head, my fucking pussy?

I start to turn away to head back up the path when a terrifying thought enters my mind.

What if he tells people he saw me in the woods? Would I get in trouble for being out past curfew? Would people think I was doing something… devious? Would people find out about my abilities?

With a newfound anxiety rippling through me, I turn back to face Inuyasha with blooming cheeks. "I would really appreciate it if this stays between us… okay? I don't want to get in trouble."

Inuyahsa's smile couldn't have been more mischievous, a hint of victory hidden in his eyes. What he thinks he won, I don't know, and I'm too nervous to suss it out right now. "Sure thing, princess. That is if you're willing to tell me what sweet, innocent little Ka-go-me is doing in the woods this late at night?"

I scoff. "I told you what I was doing, I was just-"

"I can smell your lies a mile away. Try again."

I balk at his stupidly handsome grinning face, angry heat creeping back up my neck to the tips of my ears, steeling my spine with resolve as I prepare myself to deny, deny, deny.

"Go to hell, dog-boy."

"Unfortunately, I can't make any promises from hell." He taps his chin with the tip of his claw as if dramatically thinking. "Gee, I wonder what the school administration would do if they knew students were just wandering in the woods after school hours? We could be doing anything back here. Parties, drinking, drugs, each other. God, the possibilities are endless. Not to mention the rumors-"

"Alright, fine! Fuck!" I interrupt in a huff. I try to think of a solution quickly, but my brain seems to be fried because the next thing that comes out of my mouth is proof that I need to be psychologically analyzed by a professional. "How about I just owe you?"

Inuyasha's eyes flare, his grin back in place. "Owe me? Why, princess, that is an excellent idea."

Fuck, I'm already regretting this.

INUYASHA

I have her right where I want her. I mean, fuck, she pretty much offered.

My grin splits the bottom half of my face and I bet more than anything, I look like a merciless vampire in the night, staring down my prey, two seconds away from circling her and then pouncing.

A few moments of tense silence hang in the air between us. She shifts from foot to foot, uncomfortable, or maybe just unsure. Finally, she lets out a huff and places her hands on her hips, making me swallow a groan.

"Well?" She asks.

I quirk a brow, playing innocent. "Well, what?"

Those big brown eyes roll and I have a vivid image of them rolling to the back of her head while her lips take on the shape of my name as I make her come all over my tongue.

"What is it you want?" She throws up a finger and wags it at me. "And don't be gross, alright, I'm not giving you my panties or a jar of my bath water or some weird shit like that."

She's so fucking adorable. Feisty like a lioness, but as cute as a kitten. I wanna feel her claws down my back.

I tap my chin again, genuinely thinking of the best way to handle this. I've been presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. Kagome, the woman that's enraptured my fucking heart and cock all in one day, now owes me. Oh, the possibilities!

"Well, before we get down to what you owe me, I'm gonna need your number."

"I already gave-"

"You're very clever, princess," I cut her off. "But we both know you pulled one over on me, and I think I deserve the real thing now."

I fish my phone out of my pocket, unlock it, and hand it to her on the contact screen she first wrote it. She rolls her eyes as she takes it.

"Oh, I'll show you what you deserve, alright." She mutters under her breath, tapping on the screen and then handing it back to me with another look of ire. I immediately press the call button, waiting for the tell-tell ring of her phone. Sure enough, a moment later, her phone rings in her hand.

"Wonderful! Now, about what you owe me…"

I finally come to a solution after a few minutes of deliberating with myself. The thing is, I don't just want Kagome for a night. No, I don't just want a fling, a hook-up, or whatever the hell else I've been doing for the last few years. I'm done playing. I'm done being a mindless user. I want the real deal.

I want her.

I want to keep her.

So, I go with the only thing I can think of that'll force her to spend time with me, while also gaining her trust that I won't do anything weird or lecherous.

"You have to spend 12 hours with me. Half a day."

Her jaw drops and I pick up the slightest hint of a gasp. "Run that by me again?"

I smile, her flaming cheeks so adorable in the moonlight I can't stop myself from closing the distance between us and graving my knuckles across one apple of her smooth cheek. "Spend half a day with me."

Her eyes narrow as she cranes her neck to look me square in the eyes. "And what exactly are you expecting us to do for half a day?"

I smile. "Well, I can think of plenty of ways to kill the time," Her jaw clenches and I hurry to finish my answer before I earn myself a smack in the face. "But I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do."

I hear that cute little snort again. "Oh, and what do you call this? Friendly blackmail?"

I shrug. "You said you owe me."

"You can't be serious!" Kagome throws her arms up in exasperation and I have to stop the laugh bubbling from my chest from rising to the surface. She looks about ready to stomp her feet.

"As a heart attack, princess."

"You're fucking insane."

I heave a dramatic sigh, attempting to hide just how amused I am at her little outbursts. "You can either spend 12 hours with me, or I might just let it slip that the woods behind North Hall are attracting a lot of attention for new students. My loose lips might even blurt out a particular student's name and who knows what kind of repercussions that student may face."

I'm goading her and based on the reddening of the tip of her ears, she knows it. I've backed her into a corner and maybe it speaks to my darker side, but I'm thoroughly enjoying having my little princess completely at my mercy.

She squares her shoulders before spearing me with a look determined to kill. "Fine. 12 hours in your company and you don't say a word. Deal?" She reaches out her hand for me to shake, but I'm not a fucking preschooler.

I grab her by the outstretched wrist and tug, causing her to topple into my chest. My arms band around her back, holding her against me. I've been hard since I smelled her scent in the woods, but now, with her lush tits pressed against my chest and her hot breath fanning my neck, I'm fucking pulsing.

"Or you could just tell me what you were doing back there, princess." I rasp close her ear, reveling in the shiver that travels down her back.

She looks up with heated eyes. I can smell the hints of arousal laced into her scent and it's taking every ounce of my willpower to not kiss her senseless right now. And when her lips curl up into a Cheshire grin, so sickly sweet it could give me cavities, I fully comprehend how truly and utterly fucked I am.

"Goodnight, dog-boy."

She pushes against my chest and I let her go, watching her twirl on her heel and start the short walk back up the trail to the North Hall dorms.

"You owe me lunch tomorrow, by the way!" She yells over her shoulder without looking back. "Miroku's score was 18."

A smile splits across my face and I laugh so hard, my eyes brim with tears. Her beautiful, heart-shaped ass sways up the trail, that fucking skirt mocking me, teasing me, making my teeth ache for a bite.

(Fire In My Head - Two Feet)

She's out to torture me.

I sit in the same chair I was in yesterday, making sure to keep the neighboring desk and chair empty so Kagome will sit by me when she gets here.

I'm lucky that this class is scheduled for Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, meaning I get to spend the first part of my morning with my little princess. That reminds me, I need to figure out the rest of her schedule. Maybe we have more classes together that we haven't had yet. We're both getting a degree in the field of health/healing so the chances are pretty high,

I take a moment to pull my phone out and check the time. It's almost 9AM. Where is she? Does this woman always show up late to things? Yesterday she came in with mere seconds to find a seat and settle, and today is no different. It's 2 minutes before Professor Kaede gets here and my little princess is nowhere to be-

The classroom door in the back inches open almost shyly. Then a raven-haired head and warm chocolate-brown eyes scan the room. She seems to take a breath of relief when she spots the empty desk in front of the blackboard and fully steps into the classroom.

Sending my lustful brain into a frenzy.

I've tried telling my dick to calm down, I really have, but every time I even think of Kagome, the bastard is at attention, a heat-seeking missile desperate for her

I know she feels our connection too. There's no way her spicey arousal would penetrate my nose every time my skin grazes hers. There's no way her eyes would dilate the way they do if she wasn't at least attracted to me. I know she wants this, wants me, but I have to convince her. I have to get to know her, which is something I've never done with any other woman in my life.

But Kagome's not just any other woman. She's my woman and I have to make sure she understands I'm not going anywhere. Maybe someone's hurt her before, or maybe she's just cautious by nature. Either way, that skittish little kitten is going to fall in love with me if it's the last thing I fucking do.

I watch as her eyes take in the only open desk in the room before they flick to me. I shoot her a dazzling smile and bite back a laugh when she rolls her eyes, but still descends the rows down to the desk beside me. After getting herself situated, Lady Kaede steps into the room to start today's lecture.

I lean over, taking in her fresh scent. She must have showered last night after going out into the woods. She's wearing another skirt today, this one is a pale pink color, but her top is a cozy white knitted sweater that hugs her tits and makes me wish I could cuddle up against them like two plushy pillows.

"Do you make it a habit to always arrive in the knick of time?" I tease.

She doesn't look at me as her cheeks pinken with embarrassment. "Just a rough night, ya know. Went out for a harmless walk and found myself the victim of blackmail." She's trying to hide the fact that she didn't sleep well last night. I know because I followed her to the North Dorm building and instead of going to the male side where my room is, I tracked her all the way to her room, making sure I knew which window I'd need to sneak into to make a seamless entrance.

I'm not a stalker or anything, I was just doing some… homework.

Protection detail.

Reconnaissance.

Alright, fine, it's a little stalkerish but whatever. Fuck it. If anyone's gonna be her stalker, it's me. I'm fucking obsessed with her.

I watched her through her window, happy as shit that she was one of the lucky ones with a small balcony. Regardless, it was a feat in and of itself considering she lives on the third floor. Easy to reach for a demon, but not exactly sneaky. I watched her toss and turn for hours, tangling her powder blue sheets between her legs. I'd give my left fucking arm to know what she was dreaming about, to be able to open the sliding glass door and catch a whiff of her scent so it could tell me what kind of dreams she was having. Was she scared? Having a nightmare? Was she aroused? Dreaming of my tongue gliding along her slit?

I need to stop myself before I bust my fucking zipper under the desk.

I decide to ignore the blackmail comment and change the subject entirely.

"Well, you look beautiful today, princess." I compliment. Compliments work, right? Chicks love compliments.

Her cheeks flame, but her eyes hardly even flick to mine before returning to the front where the professor drones on and on. "Thanks."

That's it? Fuck that, I want her eyes on me and only me.

"Now you say something nice about me."

Her head whips towards me, inky raven black hair cascading over her shoulder and down her back, in waves I long to drown in. Her warm brown eyes meet mine, full of incredulous fire. "You're ordering me to compliment you? As if your ego isn't big enough already?"

I shrug like the smug asshole I am. "It's only fair."

She blows out a sigh through her nose before her eyes dance along my body like flames licking the edges of my skin. I feel myself lengthen, my dick filling with blood as I bask in her undivided attention. When her eyes meet mine, they're softer. "You look good."

I smile wide, my fangs poking into my bottom lip. "Why, thank you, princess."

"That's a nice shirt," She continues before turning back to face the front again, a weak attempt to hide her blush. "Red is definitely your color."

I feign shock. "What, this old thing?" I pick at my shirt. "I found it in the back of my closet."

Kagome giggles.

She fucking giggles.

A real one, not one in response to insulting me, but a genuinely happy sound. A sound I didn't know was missing from my life until it came from her.

I smile so big my fucking cheeks hurt and I'm sure I look like an idiot, but I don't care.

I will win Kagome over. One shitty, cheesy, gaudy joke at a time.