Hey, everyone! Welcome back to my story :) Thank you to everyone who favorited and followed the story from chapter one! This chapter is a little longer, so I hope it makes up for the wait.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights or any characters of InuYasha or Beautiful Distaster. Any likeness to a real individual is purely coincidental.


Her scent . . .

Inuyasha was broken out of his momentary trance by the sound of a shrill, old bell ringing. Fight's on, he thought, a smirk sliding onto his face. His opponent tonight was a human by the name of Bankotsu. While it was out of the norm for a half-demon to go against a human, given the typical imbalance of strength, Bankotsu was not a normal human. (Nor were any of his siblings for that matter.) Inuyasha didn't know what it was about him, but the asshole had strength that nearly matched his. Inuyasha had won their first fight, but barely. Bankotsu had subsequently demanded a rematch.

Bankotsu took advantage of Inuyasha's distraction and threw a punch as soon as the bell rang. Inuyasha, having lightning-fast reflexes, snapped backwards to dodge. Bankotsu kept advancing forward, punching the whole way. The half-demon continued dodging every which way, deciding to let this play out so Bankotsu would hopefully use some of his energy on useless punches.

Kagome watched wide-eyed as the silver-haired demon dodged every one of the human's throws. Even to her untrained eye, she could tell the one named Bankotsu was unnaturally fast for a human, but the demon kept himself out of harm's way. His muscular body moved with impressive grace, though Kagome supposed that was a demon benefit. The human in the ring looked clunky in comparison.

The young woman felt a nudge in her side. Kagome looked over to see Sango looking at her with an amused expression. In that moment, Kagome realized she had been watching with her mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. She closed it as she felt a blush crawl across her cheeks. She looked away from Sango sheepishly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Inuyasha noticed a blush creep onto the cheeks of the young woman with deep brown eyes. It was so . . . innocent. It drove him mad; she was proving to be a distraction. All the body heat and sweat in the room couldn't cover up her scent. It was driving him mad, like his skin was crawling off his body.

Bankotsu didn't quite know what had his opponent so distracted, but he happily took advantage. The human man pulled his arm back, then shot it forward. It connected with Inuyasha's face. Had Inuyasha been a human, bones would surely be broken.

Luckily, he wasn't human, but it still caused him to lose balance. Instinctually, Inuyasha rolled onto his back to avoid any unnecessary injury. The crowd began to cheer in Bankotsu's favor. In his peripheral, Inuyasha could see the mystery woman staring at him with concern.

Fuck this, he thought. Play time is over.

Using his legs as leverage, Inuyasha flipped into a standing position. Bankotsu had gotten lucky with landing one hit.

It wouldn't happen again.

With inhuman speed, Inuyasha drew his arm back and snapped it forward, connecting with his opponent's stomach. Bankotsu bent over, a glob of blood gushed out of his mouth. Knowing that he was a tough bastard, Inuyasha took a couple steps back from Bankotsu to see if he would choose to throw another punch or concede.

They were now only a foot or so away from the sweet-smelling young woman. It took everything Inuyasha had not to look at her again.

Being the idiot Inuyasha figured him to be, Bankotsu took another swing at the half-demon, albeit with a lot less power this time. To end this fight, Inuyasha would have to put him down. The poor bastard was too persistent to do otherwise.

With lightning speed, a half-demon fist connected with a human face, making the victim's head snap to the side, the sound of bones crunching, blood spraying from his mouth . . .

And onto Kagome's sweater.

With a gasp, the aghast woman looked down at her ruined sweater. Crimson liquid marred baby blue. She was sure there were some droplets on her face - the hot wetness of blood could not be ignored. Vaguely, Kagome heard Sango gasp and there was suddenly the weight of an arm around her, pulling her back.

Seeing the blood spray on the young woman's shirt, Inuyasha took a step forward, wanting to apologize. Which was odd, because he had never apologized to anyone in his life. However, he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. The announcer held up Inuyasha's arm to declare his victory, while Bankotsu was carried off by what seemed to be a few of his brothers. The crowd surrounded Inuyasha more, and he lost sight of the mysterious human girl as she was engulfed by the crowd.


"Oh my god, Kagome, I'm so sorry!" Sango cried, walking her friend quickly across campus. Since there were no working bathrooms in that old building, they had no choice but to make the trek back to the dorm to clean up.

"It's okay, Sango, really," Kagome soothed her frantic friend. While she certainly wasn't happy about the blood on her sweater, it wasn't her friend's fault.

"But this wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made you go! Shit! I promise I'll buy you a new one."

"Well, let's see if we can get the stains out first. Is it okay that we left Miroku?" Kagome asked, genuinely concerned.

"Oh yeah, he'll be fine," Sango said nonchalantly. "He would've wanted to watch more fights anyway. Besides, he'll probably walk home with Inuyasha."

Inuyasha . . . That was the name of the silver-haired demon. Just seeing the way he punched that human, Kagome knew he was a brute. It was his fault her sweater was ruined.

Once they got back to their room, the girls immediately set to running a sink of hot water and stain remover. Kagome removed the victimized sweater and pushed it down into the water. She would let it soak awhile to see how the blood came out.

Somehow, her white collared shirt that was under the sweater remained untouched. A small blessing, at least.

"Hey, Sango," Kagome turned to face her friend and roommate, who was searching for a late-night snack.

Sango turned to face her. "Mm?"

"I'm going to go shower. Thanks for walking me home," Kagome said sincerely.

"Of course, Kagome. Sorry the night ended so shitty," Sango replied sheepishly.

"No, no, it really was . . . fun." Kagome appeased. Fun isn't exactly what she would have called it, but she was at a loss for words. Interesting may have been a better fit.

Kagome gathered up her pajamas and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She immediately set to her turning on the shower, letting the steam from the hot water fill up the bathroom. The tired woman undressed quickly and stepped into the shower. Kagome was desperate to wash off the night's events. She scrubbed her face vigorously with her face wash, making sure any blood droplets that might be there evaporated under her harsh motions. Kagome guessed there was a first for everything, including getting somebody else's bodily fluids on you.

With that, her thoughts turned to the cause of her annoyance. Inuyasha, the silver-haired demon with a mean right hook. Kagome had been around demons before in the past, and while she certainly was not particularly buddy-buddy with one, something seemed different about him. But what, Kagome had no idea.

As Kagome began to wash her body, a picture of Inuyasha came to mind. He was muscular, but more on the slender side rather than bulky. She remembered how his body moved, her hands beginning to drift down her stomach. He was so fast – it was clear that him getting punched was a freak accident. She could picture the way his body flipped over as he got back on his feet. The movement was so smooth . . .

She gasped, throwing her head back in sudden pleasure. But as she did so, Kagome's eyes shot open, she stumbled back against the shower wall, and put her hand against her forehead, breathing heavily.

This was insane – she had no idea who this person was, and yet just the look of their body managed to excite her. Sure, she had gone on a couple casual dates while in high school, but she never pursued anything serious. Her homelife would never allow such a thing anyway, so she eventually stopped going on dates altogether. It was one aspect of her life that she didn't mind. Maybe this was just her stupid, intimacy-repressed brain craving for some fun now that she left home.

Kagome rinsed all the soap off of her body and shut off the water a bit too hastily. She yanked her towel off of the bar and dried herself off. She was frustrated, but couldn't really identify why. Stepping out of the shower, she stood in front of the sink and wiped the foggy mirror with her hand.

Patting herself on the cheeks, she stated, "Get it together." She had made it to college, the thing she had always secretly wanted. Nothing would make her lose sight of her dreams now.

When Kagome exited the bathroom, teeth brushed and dressed in her pajamas, Sango was already passed out on her respective bed. The young woman had let her hair out of the signature ponytail, and dark brown spread wildly around her head like a halo. A line of drool was coming out of Sango's mouth as she snored.

Shaking her head and smiling at her friend, Kagome decided it was time to follow suit. She plugged her phone in to charge, took down the covers, and climbed into bed. She dreamed of golden eyes and silver hair.


Kagome had survived her first day of class, and now she was on day two. Her tuition for the semester was all taken care of (with some help from a few scholarships – the rest she paid with money she had saved) and she was starting out the semester strong. While she hadn't necessarily made any knew friends, Kagome was fine with that. She always kept a small circle back home. Not counting Sango, she had made friends with three other girls at her school: Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi. Kagome always was regarded as "kind but closed off" in school. That was the safest way to be.

She, Sango, and Miroku were getting lunch in between classes. It was Friday, so Sango and Miroku were discussing plans for the weekend. Apparently, another Fight Night was scheduled for the upcoming Saturday night.

"Who was the silver-haired guy from the last one?" Kagome piped up, the sentence leaving her body before she could stop it.

Sango was giving her a look, but Miroku was the one that answered. "His name's Inuyasha. He's a friend of mine and a sophomore," he stated, a hint of curiously in his voice.

Kagome's eyes widened at the statement. "Wait, he's a student? Here?"

"Yeah, he's actually my-"

"Who's a student here?"

A smooth timber came from directly behind Kagome, and she jumped in her seat. Slowly looking over her shoulder and up, she found those golden eyes that had been haunting her dreams. Kagome suddenly found her mouth to be quite parched.

"Ah, Inuyasha, my friend!" Miroku greeted cheerfully. This directly conflicted with Kagome's mood.

"Hey," said man said gruffly, taking the empty seat next to Kagome. His eyes hadn't left her, as if the sun itself was burning into her skin. "Who's this?" Inuyasha continued.

"You don't remember her, 'Yash?" Miroku said, genuinely sounding puzzled. "You ruined her sweater!"

Inuyasha smirked. "Wouldn't be a first," he replied, but he still wasn't looking at Miroku as he did so. In truth, he remembered this young woman perfectly. Her scent was impossible to forget – it was something akin to cherry blossoms, with a hint of spice. And he just discovered that spice increased when she was annoyed.

The look on his face infuriated Kagome, and she suddenly wanted to punch him. Kagome lifted her head, revealing her face from where she was previously hiding behind a curtain of hair.

"I'm amazed you're able to get close enough to a woman to do anything to her clothes," she shot back snarkily.

"Ooooh, the wench speaks," Inuyasha sneered teasingly.

Kagome gasped in offense. "It's not 'wench', it's Kagome!"

"Hm, I think I like 'wench' better."

"Do you speak to all women this way?"

Inuyasha feigned as if he was thinking. Her cute face was scrunched up in annoyance, and he wanted to draw out the moment. "Come to think of it, I don't do much 'speaking' with women," he said. "I'm Inuyasha Taisho, nice to officially meet you." He picked up her hand to peck it with a teasing kiss.

Kagome made gagging noises. "Gross. Does that move usually work for you?"

Inuyasha had to hold back a laugh. It wouldn't do to let her know she was entertaining him. "No, not really. But I did mean it."

Kagome wiped her hand on her jeans. "You're not my type. So don't bother trying."

"I'm everybody's type," he stated cockily.

At that, Kagome couldn't help but laugh. She wanted to pretend because it was an utterly ridiculous statement, not because it was actually funny.

Inuyasha grinned. "I managed to get a smile out of you."

At this statement, Kagome forced herself to stop, and dropped her expression into a look of displeasure. "No, that wasn't a smile. It was a condescending laugh."

"Well – "

Before he could finish his statement, a phone rang out, and Inuyasha stopped to fish his phone out of his pocket. Whoever was calling must have been important, because he stood up from his seat to leave.
"Gotta go," he said simply, starting to walk away from the table. "See ya around, wench!"

"It's – it's Kagome!" she called after him, but he didn't indicate whether or not he heard her as he walked out of eyeshot. Kagome scoffed and turned back to face Sango and Miroku. Sango was giving her a knowing look. Miroku just looked confused.

Sango opened her mouth to say something, but Kagome noticed the time on her phone.

"Oh shit, I gotta go!" she cried. If she didn't leave now, she would be late to class. Not that running away from Sango now would do any good – judging by the look on Sango's face, they would be having a conversation later.

Luckily, her classroom building wasn't that far from the dining hall. It was her last class of the day: Game Theory. While she was taking it as an arts elective, she figured it would be an easy A for her first semester in college. Nothing wrong with using her past to her advantage from time to time.

She found a seat in the lecture hall rather quickly. She chose a spot in the middle of the room – not too far back to look like she didn't care, but not so far in the front that she would look like an overachiever. Or risk – God forbid – someone recognizing her.

The class opened with the professor going over the syllabus, before starting to discuss the history of game theory. Admittedly, this was a bit boring to Kagome, so she decided to scroll on her phone while passively listening.

As she scrolled through her phone screen, the Instagram app caught her eye. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should let her curiosity get the best of her as her thumb hovered over the icon. Deciding that it was a good thing she wasn't a cat, she opened the app.

As she typed Inuyasha's name into the search bar, she reasoned that it was perfectly normal to look up people you met in person online. Social media profiles could tell you a lot of things, after all!

It wasn't hard to find his profile. He actually had a high follower count.

A lot of women, no doubt, Kagome thought bitterly. Deciding not to follow that train of thought, she began to scroll. It was mostly pictures of his fights, with a few pictures of him and some friends – and an occasional girl – spattering his feed. One picture caught her eye: he was somewhat sideways to the camera, shirtless, and his eyes burning through the screen. His fists were wrapped in protective tape and Kagome could tell even in the photo that sweat beads dripped down his abs. She had to admit, she had never seen another man look like that. She bit her lip and pressed her thighs together at the image on her phone screen.

"That one's my favorite," a husky voice whispered in her ear.

Freezing, she knew she recognized the voice, and any pleasurable thought left her mind. Kagome quickly locked her phone and put it face down on the desk.

Inuyasha chuckled. She had to force herself not to shudder as the air trickled over her ear. "You can't hide it now. I saw you looking."

Kagome whirled around to face him. "You fucking stalk – "

"Young lady?" a feminine, commanding voice rang out in the classroom.

Kagome shut her eyes tightly, knowing she messed up. She slowly turned around to face the front.

"What is your name?" the professor questioned; arms crossed with authority.

"Ka –" Kagome swallowed, trying to wet her throat. "Kagome."

"Kagome," the professor repeated, as if trying to sear Kagome's name into her memory. "Would you care to educate us as to why Nash's equilibrium is irrelevant to game theory?"

"Irrelevant?" Kagome echoed in a confused tone. "I can't."

The professor crossed her arms again. "Then perhaps you should focus more on class instead of – "

"I can't explain why it's irrelevant because it is relevant to game theory," Kagome stated over the professor. "If equilibrium is achieved, that means that both players can't increase payoff by changing decisions unilaterally."

She continued, "It can also be known as no regrets in the sense that once a player does make a decision, they'll have no regrets thinking about the consequences."

The professor was frozen in her spot, her mouth gaping like a fish. She visibly recovered by covering her expression up with a look of annoyance. "Have you been reading ahead?" she asked sternly.

"Um . . . maybe?" Kagome said uncertainly. It was probably best she shut up now, anyway.

With a huff, the professor shifted her gaze from Kagome and picked her notes back up to continue the lecture, "As I was saying . . ."

Kagome put her head in her hands, wanting to beat herself up. This class was supposed to just be an easy A that she coasted through – not a time for her to show off. Ugh, she was so stupid, so fucking stupid . . .

"That was so hot," Inuyasha leaned forward to whisper into her ear again. While it was meant to come out as if in a teasing way, it ended up coming out as more honest than he meant it. "Are you some kind of nerd?" he added quickly in case she noticed his fumble.

She huffed in annoyance, so clearly, she hadn't. "Why are you stalking me?" she whispered back, sounding distressed.

He could've explained that was also taking this class as an elective this semester, but that wasn't nearly as fun. "Why are you sending me mixed signals?"

"There is nothing mixed about my signals," she argued.

"I just caught you insta-stalking me. So, you're obviously interested."

"I wasn't insta-stalking you," Kagome defended herself haughtily. She turned to face him. Inuyasha was pleased – he liked when she looked at him.

"Look, I'm going to just save you a lot of wasted time here," she stated, "but you can cut it out. It's not happening. I'm not sleeping with you."

"Who said anything about sleeping with you?" Inuyasha said as innocently as possible. "What if I just want to take you to dinner?"

"Not happening."

Inuyasha stared back at her expectantly.

"I don't like you," she snapped.

He smirked, and his eyes flickered to her phone that had gotten her into this mess in the first place.

Seeing his eyes flick to her cell as he smirked, Kagome groaned. "Leave me alone," she pleaded, a little whinier than she would have liked.

Inuyasha sat back in his chair while crossing his arms. He gave her an expectant look.

Kagome sighed. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

Inuyasha smirk grew. "I'll pick you up at eight," he said matter-of-factly.

Right after he did so, the bell rang to indicate that class was over. He immediately picked up his things to leave.

"Hey, wait, I didn't agree to this!" Kagome called out, hastily trying to gather up her things and catch up with him.

"See you tonight, wench," he waved to her lazily and left the classroom, leaving Kagome, mouth gaping, in the middle of the aisle as other students filtered around her.