Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi and Yoshiro Togashi own pretty much everything. God knows they probably have my soul by now.

Characters: Kagome, Kurama

Words: 652

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Even though it had been 2 years since her time in the Feudal Era and her mysterious plague of fatal illnesses, she still used her years as a sick girl as a kind of defense mechanism against potential suitors.

It was a bit silly, she had to admit, but it was effective.

And necessary.

Ever since she had graduated high school and entered college, she already had a devoted group of admirers. And they were relentless. So she had to do everything she could to dissuade those misguided romantics.

Even if it meant bringing up her sick years.

So if some poor soul started lurking around her with his brain in his pants, all she had to do was casually mention that she had had a severe case of smallpox and-

poof

he was gone.

It worked like a charm.

Those were the times that she was actually grateful towards her grandfather. That old man was good for something, she guessed.

She sank into a cushioned seat at a coffeehouse with a smile on her face.

Today had been a good day.

She had a good breakfast, made it to class on time, and aced her test. All she needed was a nice cup of coffee to end her day.

The door chimed and in walked a handsome red head. He looked around the small establishment until his eyes landed on her.

Kagome heaved a sigh.

Not another one.

He walked over to her with an easy gait. He was attractive, she had to admit, but it would be long until she was desperate enough to date one of her fans.

Quickly she thought of a good disease that was sure to repel him.

And she drew a blank.

Oh my god! I can't believe I can't think of one! Argh!

The red head made his way to her and sat down in the vacant seat in front of her, completely unaware of inner turmoil.

Damnit! He's sitting right there! He's gotten too close! Abort! Abort!

"I have herpes!" Kagome blurted out, wide eyed.

The man stared.

And so did everyone else in the coffeehouse.

Kagome turned bright red and sunk into her seat further.

Swine flu you dork! You could've said you had swine flu!

She mentally slapped herself and cleared her throat. "What I meant to say was that I have swine flu. Yes, swine flu."

The man before her raised an eyebrow and took a casual sniff of the air around her.

"No you don't."

It was Kagome's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Fine, I don't. But let me tell you, I've had some very serious diseases in the past and I'm sure you don't want to be near that."

He smiled. "Did you have these diseases before or after you journey to the Feudal Era?"

Kagome froze.

"How do you know about that?"

The red head smiled again and his green eyes twinkled. "I know a lot more than you think I do."

"Oh."

Kagome fidgeted awkwardly in her seat.

"Soo, you're not one of my admirers?"

The handsome man blinked.

"No."

Kagome winced.

Ouch. I feel like I just got rejected.

"Well then who are you?"

The man before her smiled secretively and replied, "I am Shuiichi Minamino, but I have a feeling it'd more appropriate for you to call me Kurama. But now, I need you to come with me to see my employer, Lord Koenma of the Underworld." He stood from the couch and offered her a hand.

Kagome stared at the hand in front of her nose. She had to admit, she didn't usually go off gallivanting with handsome strangers. But this time?

She looked up at the man in question.

Red hair? Green eyes? Is he even Japanese?

But damn.

He's sexy.

This time, she'd make an exception.

So Kagome grabbed Kurama's hand and looked up at his smiling face.

"Lead the way."

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You can never guess what inspired me to write this. Well surprise surprise!!
I'm sick.
I just got back from Vietnam and the doc said i have the flu.
WHUT? SWINE FLU?
No.
Just a minor one so i'll be okay but still....
this sucks.