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KAGOME

After rendering me speechless, Inuyasha leads me toward the student parking lot while my head spins, my body buzzing in forbidden places and it's all thanks to the obnoxious, possessive, stupidly gorgeous dog-hanyo walking beside me with a possessive arm around my shoulders.

My heart and brain have been battling all damn morning. A part of me wants to remain cautious, to not let myself get swept away in all of Inuyasha's good-looks and charms. But another part of me is screaming at me to just give in. What am I holding back for? Because he's known as the school's biggest manwhore? So? I got some intel from Sango, who got her intel from Miroku, that Inuyasha's never acted this way toward any other girl before. Miroku even went as far as to say Inuyasha was even jealous of him for knowing me.

Yes, he's a player. But that was before he ever met me, and to be fair, I haven't seen him flirt with another girl at all. He was cold to Kikyo yesterday, uninterested and almost bored talking to her. What if he's being truthful about only wanting me? Is he really willing to put his playboy days away and commit?

Am I willing to commit?

I've never had a boyfriend before.

I don't know what the fuck I am doing, but I'm tired of putting up walls around myself when it's pointless.

He's able to break down every single one of them with just a look. Even after being a possessive asshole to Hojo, a part of me couldn't help feeling utterly turned on by his display. He was jealous.

Inuyasha Taisho was jealous of another guy talking to me. And if that doesn't put a fucking pep in my step, consider me dead.

"Here we are," Announces Inuyasha, breaking me from my inner thoughts and making a wide sweeping gesture toward a blood red sports car parked in the student parking lot. I don't know anything about cars, let alone brands, but I know an expensive car when I see one and this thing was definitely not bought on a minimum wage salary.

Inuyasha moves his arm from my shoulders and walks toward the passenger side, opening the door and motioning with his hand and a grin in place. "Your chariot awaits, princess."

I step forward to get in the car. "Why do you call me that?" I ask, the question having been burning in my mind since yesterday.

Without answering, he leans down and buckles me in before closing the door and walking around to the driver's side and settling himself in.

(Be With You - Cadmium, Grant Dawson)

It's not until we're on the road that he finally answers. "Do you not like me calling you princess?"

I think about it for a moment, but figure there's no harm in being honest. "No, I like it. I just don't know why you use that term for me."

I chance a glance at him when he pauses, watching his muscular forearms flex with every micro-movement of the wheel, steering us to a destination unknown. His sharp jaw makes him look like a statue you'd see in a museum. The perfect depiction of a gladiator going to battle, his features permanently etched in stone. His ears are curved toward me, as if he can't stand the idea of taking his attention off of me for even a 15 minute drive.

"The first time I saw you," He starts. "You had this air about you. Like you were untouchable, but not in a preppy prom queen kind of way. You're beautiful, so beautiful it hurts to fucking breathe around you sometimes. You make me feel unworthy."

"Unworthy?" I gasp, incredulous about the idea that the school's number one quarterback and popular jock thinks he's unworthy of me. What kind of backwards shit is that?

He looks at me long enough to shoot me a quick endearing smile before turning back to the road. "Yeah, unworthy. Like my dirty hands could never get a chance to touch you no matter how many times I washed them."

My brows furrow down in confusion. "But you don't seem at all intimidated by me. In fact, no matter how hard I push you away, you can't seem to catch a hint."

"You say so much more with your eyes than you do with your mouth, princess." He counters, pulling us into a small parking lot outside of a noodle shop. Putting the car in park, he removes the keys but doesn't make a move to leave the car. Instead, he reaches out and puts a claw tipped hand on my cheek, caressing me so gently, I almost sigh. "I may not be worthy of you, but I'm willing to do anything to prove that I can deserve you."

I swallow hard around the emotion in my throat. "You don't have to prove anything to me, Inuyasha."

His lips kick up on the side, making him look almost boyish. "And that's why you're so fucking perfect, Kagome."

My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. My stomach is full of little butterflies, fluttering around and making me feel a bit lightheaded. He releases his hold on me and steps out of the car, circling around to my door and opening it for me before I can even reach for the handle.

While we head inside and find a table, I realize that the place is almost completely empty. "Where are we?"

Inuyasha sits across from me and gives a nod to a waiter who quickly brings us a couple glasses of water and two menus. "It's a Japanese noodle shop. You said you like Udon, so I figured we'd come here. They make the best ramen in town. Authentic and all that shit. I usually come here after home games."

That makes a pleasant warmth spread through my chest. This big, badass athlete comes to eat ramen after home games at this run down Japanese joint a few blocks from campus. I feel like this isn't something he'd normally share and I cherish that.

The waiter returns after a few minutes and takes our order. Once he dashes away, I take a look around the restaurant. It's small and quaint, definitely a small business or maybe even a family run business. My eyes fall on the traditional Japanese decor, the folding screen divider that separates us from the kitchen, the beautiful display of statues in the front toward the cash register, and the framed one dollar bill that shows they're first revenue made.

Once our food comes to the table, I decide to lead the conversation so we don't sit in awkward silence. I want to get to know more about him as a person, and not be one of those people that just sees him at face value. He thinks he's unworthy of me? I want to understand why.

I pick up my chopsticks and try to think. I've never been on a date before so my brain just blanks. "Tell me about yourself, dog-boy." I blurt. Real fucking smooth, Kagome.

He chuckles and smiles around a mouthful of food. "What do you wanna know, princess?"

I shrug. "I dunno. What about your family?"

"Family?" He seems a bit taken aback by that, almost cautious, and that might as well be catnip to me.

"Yeah, tell me about your family." I hide a smile as I watch his cheeks tint just the barest bit of pink. Oh my god, did I just make Inuyasha Taisho blush?

After clearing his throat and drinking half a glass of water in one gulp, he answers. "There's not much to tell. My mom died when I was a baby so I never really knew her and my dad is a millionaire who invented demonic masking technology. I have a sister named Rin in grade school who's a notorious trouble maker so that's fun."

"What about your brother?" I'm more than aware that he completely skipped mentioning him all together and that piques my curiosity.

Inuyasha stiffens visibly. "Who told you I had a brother?"

I play nonchalant. "Apparently he's as popular as you. I take it you don't get along?"

He looks out the window, and I notice this is the first time he deliberately avoids my gaze. "It's not that we don't get along, I just… we're always compared to one another. Well, I'm always compared to him. It gets tiring having to prove I'm not just his shadow."

I nod in understanding and occupy my mouth with some Udon before I say anything wrong. His features have darkened and I have a feeling that he doesn't really like talking about heavy topics very much. Or maybe it's just that he doesn't get the opportunity to divulge them very often. I get the feeling that Inuyasha may be popular and have tons of friends, but does that mean that he has actual friends?

"Did his flavor of the week tell you about our relation?" He asks almost distractedly behind another bite of ramen.

I roll my eyes. "Naraku seems to be a lot more than just the flavor of the week if you ask me." I take another bite when I hear a sudden choking sound.

"What?" Inuyasha gasps as if I just told him I have a third tit.

"What?"

"What about Naraku?!"

The way he's asking in utter shock, almost horror laced into his tone, makes panic rise within me. "Oh god…"

"Did you just say-"

"Please don't tell me I just outed your brother to you." I blurt, damn near pleading. God, I don't know what I'll do if I just accidentally outed Sesshomaru to Inuyasha. What if he wasn't telling anyone publicly that he and Naraku were together? What if he has a womanizing reputation too and doesn't want anyone to know he likes men? What if his family is really unaccepting and would disown him? Oh, god, oh, god why did I have to open my big fat mouth-

"That little fucking liar!" Inuyasha exclaims with a slight smile, completely oblivious to my inner turmoil.

I reach across the table and grab his hand, my eyes stinging with unshed tears as I full on beg with guilt lancing every word, "Please, please Inuyasha, I didn't mean to say anything! Naraku was just talking, I must have heard him wrong, please don't say anything! I didn't mean to-"

"Princess, baby, calm down!" He cuts me off, grabbing my flushed cheeks and sandwiching my face between his hands. His eyes bore into mine. "You didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, I promise, okay? Please don't cry, baby, you did nothing wrong."

His voice is so gentle, I sniff and take a deep breath. "Well then what's got you in such a… a tizzy?"

That generates a belly laugh from the dog-hanyo. He leans forward and licks the tip of my nose before releasing my face. It's such a quick, natural gesture that I almost think I imagined it.

"A tizzy? Oh my god," Another laugh rumbles from his perfect mouth and I find myself giggling along with him, rolling my eyes as he takes joy at my expense. "Hearing you talk like a kindergarten teacher shouldn't turn me on this much."

"Inuyasha!"

"Alright, alright. I'm in a tizzy," The fucker winks. "Because Sesshomaru completely denied being with Naraku when I asked him. He told my father he wouldn't get into any relationships until after he graduated and was able to talk over the company."

I pick my chopsticks back up and start gathering the remaining noodles in my bowl with them. "Well, that's not what Naraku thinks. He said, and I quote, 'that one's mine.' Maybe he's keeping it a secret so your dad doesn't think he's going back on his promise."

Inuyasha shakes his head, starting to finish his ramen as well. "And why were you talking to Naraku about my brother?" Nice subject change, smooth criminal.

Also, is that a hint of jealousy I hear?

"He needed help with his assignment and he smelled you on me. By the way, I don't appreciate being scent marked without my knowledge, dog-boy."

He can't even pretend to look guilty. His smug smile sends a shiver down my spine. It's like he's proud.

An unsavory thought enters my mind and I can't keep the distaste out of my voice or off of my face as I ask, "Do you scent mark all the women you intend to fuck?"

Too fast for me to react or move away in any way, Inuyasha's hand is caressing my chin, pulling my attention from the nearly empty bowl in front of me to his burning, molten lava eyes.

"I don't just intend to fuck you, Kagome. I'm going to possess you, pleasure you, punish you, own you, keep you, love you."

My cheeks feel like they could light a fire at any moment. I'm certain I resembled a tomato, but I couldn't bring myself to care when his last two words echo through my mind, creating strings that twine themselves around my heart until they pull it straight from my chest and leave me levitating in the air. "Love you, love you, love you."

Inuyasha releases my chin and takes the last few bites of his ramen before pulling out his wallet and laying some money on the table. Without another word, he stands up and holds his hand for me to take. Without hesitating, I do, feeling electric currents travel through every one of my nerves. When I'm standing upright, he leans down to whisper in my ear.

"For the record, princess, I've never scent marked another woman in my life. You're the first. And the last."

INUYASHA

On the way back to campus, I can't keep from touching Kagome in some way. The primal parts of my being demand that I feel her bare skin somehow, even if it's as small as holding her hand.

Do I reach for her hand though?

No. I reach for her bare thigh. I can feel the tremble that goes through her legs when I place my warm palm on the delicate pale skin of her soft inner thigh. Fuck, I've never been so grateful for the invention of the skirt. The light pink color almost matches the hue of her cheeks and that made me fucking feral.

I love making her blush.

My hand rests just above her knee, but I yearn to shift it just a fraction higher, just enough to feel the heat radiating from that Heaven she hides between her thighs. Her breathing is coming in short, rapid pants that make her sweater-covered chest rise and fall in a tantalizing way that, if I weren't driving, would lead me to fall face first between those luscious tits just so I could get lost in them. I bet her little nipples are as hard as diamonds under the flimsy fabric of her bra.

Her arousal seeps from her in waves, coating my nostrils and traveling down my throat. So thick and heady that I can practically fucking taste her.

(Chills - Mickey Valen, Joey Mytron)

I pull into the student parking lot and park my car. I don't move my hand from her thigh and she doesn't brush me away, so I take that as a good sign. Music flows freely from the car radio, the only noise in the car other than our even breathing until I finally speak.

"Are you coming to the game tonight?" It's a stupid question. Whether she was aware or not, she was going to the game tonight. If she didn't come, I wouldn't play. How would I be able to concentrate without my little princess there in my sights? Yes, having her there will make wearing my cup absolutely impossible, but that's just the dice I'm willing to roll right now.

She shrugs. "I wasn't really planning on it. I'm not a big sports fan, I don't even know the rules or how to keep up."

I smile and squeeze her thigh. "I'd really like you to be there, princess."

I'm hoping that if I tell her, show her how much it'd mean for her to be there for me, she'd come on her own…

"Okay… fine, I'll go. But only if I can invite Sango!" She quickly tacks on the last bit and I can't fight the mischievous grin that accosts my face even if I wanted to.

"Are you trying to cockblock me, princess?" I tease, although I'm fairly certain that's exactly what she's trying to do.

She shakes her head a bit too quickly. "No! I mean, yes. Wait, no!" She stammers, obviously flustered. After taking a deep breath, she faces me again to continue. "I can cockblock you just fine by myself. I'd just enjoy the company. Besides, Sango's always loved demon sports and if she knew I went to watch the Homecoming game without her, she'd skin me alive."

She fishes for her phone and types for a moment before it dings back almost immediately.

She can respond like lightning when Sango texts her, but when I text her it takes half a damn decade.

I internally pout until she looks back up at me with a soft smile.

"She's coming." She puts her phone away and then looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Guess you're getting cockblocked after all."

Oh, that's how you wanna play? I stifle a chuckle and pull out my phone, dialing a number and then putting it on speaker. As it rings, Kagome raises an expectant brow at me while my eyes steel on hers.

"Yo," Miroku answers and Kagome gives me a 'really?' look.

I smile even though he can't see me. "Yo, you coming to the game tonight?"

"As much as I absolutely love watching grown men tear each other apart in a bloody gladiator battle trying to move a ball from one side of a field to the other, I'm gonna have to pass, tonight, man, I already have a response paper to do and-"

"Sango will be there." I interrupt him and he immediately falls silent. There's a pause, followed by some shuffling and maybe even the sound of a trip and fall. Then we can both practically hear the lecherous grin on his face when he finally responds. "Look at that, Yasha, my schedule just completely cleared up!"

"Perfect, I'll make sure you guys have seats together," I say before giving a quick farewell and hanging up. I meet Kagome's confused gaze with a smug one of my own.

"I just cockblocked your cockblock, princess."

She crosses her arms and rolls her eyes like the right brat she is. "That doesn't even make sense." She mumbles as I take the keys out of the ignition, stepping out of the car with a laugh on my lips, my heart lighter than it's ever been in my life.

I walk Kagome to her next class before taking a detour back to the dorms. Technically, I should be in class right now as well, but I'm ditching so I can talk to the only other person on campus who'll give me a straight, honest answer without using threats or bribery.

"So, the legendary campus player has come to moi for lady advice," Miroku croons, turning in his desk chair like he's the Godfather. All that's missing is a fluffy cat in his lap and he'd be a shoo-in for the role.

I scoff, but let him jest because let's be honest, he's right. "Just tell me how I'm supposed to… you know…" The words evade me. Date her? Fuck her? Make her fall in love with me? All of the above?

Miroku stops his spinning and looks me dead on. We're currently sitting in his dorm, me on the soft blue loveseat he got last year and him, in the computer chair at his desk. He's one of the lucky few that got a single dorm without having to be in any sports or high society programs. His dorm isn't nearly as big as mine, but that's just one of the perks of being the D1 quarterback.

"Let me ask you a serious question, Inuyasha," He starts. "How do you really feel about Kagome? I mean, really feel. In here," He pats his chest. "Not in there." He points to my groin pretty plainly.

Exasperated and a little flustered, I run a hand over my face, thinking of my words carefully. "I like her, Miroku. I really fucking like her."

Miroku shrugs like that's not a monumental confession all on its own. "That's it? You like her?"

Throwing my hands up in the air, I stand up with a growl and start pacing. "The fuck do you want me to say, huh? The second I saw her, I was fucked, alright? I didn't even know her name and she just… I couldn't stop fucking thinking about her. I don't want anyone else. No one fucking compares, not even close. She's beautiful, Miroku, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She's sexy without even trying. She's infuriating and she doesn't let me win, which should piss me off, but I fucking love it. I love that she doesn't take any of my shit and she's not afraid to tell me like it is. She's just so different. She's a breath of fresh fucking air, man, she's so goddamn perfect it hurts. Anytime we're not together, I feel like I'm suffocating. And anytime we're alone, she blocks out the fucking sun. Is that good enough, Cupid? Does that give you an idea of how I'm feeling?"

I finish with a winded sigh, frustrated and irritated with the monk before me. However, when my eyes finally land back on Miroku, he's staring wide-eyed with his jaw on the floor. After a couple of beats, he blinks and makes a choking sound.

"Oh my… fucking… god." He mumbles under his breath. "I never thought I'd see the day." When I shoot him a confused scowl, he smiles like a damn kid in a candy store. "You're falling for this girl."

It's almost as if the realization falls upon me at the same moment he says the words. I drop back onto the loveseat, my head falling onto the back. "Holy shit."