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A Sacred Treasure and a Hanyou	By : cukid9 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 18612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: As it usually happens, life snuck up on me and bit me in the ass (I still have the bite marks to prove it) *sigh* So, here�s another chapter, later than I intended it to be. I like some of it, not sure about most of it, but I tried to make it flow as best I could. I know where I want to go with this story, it�s just hard to get there sometimes ^_^

Enjoy.

Chapter 9

What the Rains Bring

Kagome glared balefully at the scene before her from her place under the awning of Onadoru. When she had arrived at work, the sun had been piercing through thick clouds that would occasionally open and let a little rain drizzle down. The effect had been spectacular. The late afternoon light had reflected, refracted, off the tiny prisms falling from the sky, bathing the city in a soft orangey-pink hue.

It seemed that, in the time she had walked through the doors of Onadoru and walked out of them again, a hurricane had become intent on sweeping through the city. The rain was coming down in torrents, the wind whipping it in one direction and then another faster than she could inhale. Kagome could see the sheets of rain, could see soft, blurred, moving spots that would eventually resolve themselves into headlights of cars slowly making their way through water that rose half way up their tires.

Kagome weighed her options. She could stand out in the rain and try to hail a cab that may or may not see her, or she could make her way down the four blocks to the subway. She looked mournfully down at the light cashmere sweater she was wearing, regretting now not having picked up the umbrella when she left the house.

Just as she was about to make the dash down the street, a black sedan pulled up in front of her. The driver was more prepared, Kagome noted sourly, as she watched the black umbrella open as he stepped out of the car. She frowned as he walked up to the edge of the awning, patiently looking at her, as if expecting something from her.

�Come on, little girl! Don't make my man stand out in this weather all night!�

Kagome peered around the shoulder of the man dressed in a suit and tie before her. A tinted window on the sedan rolled down, and she caught a flash of silvery-white in the inky shadows of the car�s interior. The unexpected arrival of the man who had been invading her thoughts for weeks effectively rooted her to the ground, looking from the passive face of the driver, to the sedan that was nearly lost in the rain, and back again.

�Miss, if you please.� The driver made a small, encouraging gesture. It managed to get her feet moving, and he immediately placed the umbrella over her, seemingly indifferent to the fact that he was getting drenched as he held the door open for her.

She sank into soft leather seats; eyes trying to watch as the driver made his way back around the car.

�I hope he doesn�t get sick,� she said, as he slid behind the wheel, noticing the way his clothes now clung to him.

A soft laugh came from the seat next to her. Kagome looked to see Inuyasha Takahashi watching her as he loosened his tie, as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up.

�I think he will be fine. We�ll take care of him if he does catch pneumonia though,� he assured her. Kagome watched as he straightened some papers in his lap and put them away in a briefcase that was at his feet. He turned at looked at her again, smiling. �I�m starving,� he said, a sly look on his face. �Would you like to get dinner?�

She felt her stomach rumble slightly in response to his question, as if it had a voice of its own. She watched as Inuyasha�s smile grew and, while damning his sensitive ears, decided that the next time she was stuck in the rain she would bring an apple with her.

�No,� she said.

Inuyasha frowned at her. �Then can I drop you at your house?�

That would be even worse.

�No,� she repeated, perhaps a little too frantically. �You can drop me at Fifty-sixth and Seventh.�

�Isn�t it a little late to be going into the studio?�

Kagome�s eyes widened, she felt her heart rate skip a beat, before she narrowed her eyes into a glare. �How do you know that?� she asked.

He shrugged. �I saw you a few weeks ago.� He paused. �It was the most spectacular pas de deux I�ve seen in a very long time,� he said, softly.

A flush rose to Kagome�s cheeks, but she refused to be deterred by the compliment. �Are you stalking me?� she asked, just as softly as he, but her tone laced with anger.

Inuyasha�s sharp bark of amusement startled her. �Hardly, my dear. It was just a coincidence.� He leaned forward. �Fifty-sixth and Seventh, Kevin.� Kagome saw the driver nod once as Inuyasha sat back in his seat. �May I join you? There�s this little pizza place right next to there. I can have Kevin get us something to eat.�

Kagome chewed on her bottom lip. This was a bad idea.

But why? Why not? I�ve been more intimate with him during one lap dance than I have been with anyone in years. She watched the human looking hanyou next to her. And he�s so damn persistent.

�Fine,� she finally sighed out. �I have to practice. Finals are in two weeks and there�s no way I�m going to pass without the extra work.� She narrowed her eyes at him again. �But I�m catching a cab to go home.�

*

Kagome sighed as she unwound the tape from her toes. She had been up far too late the night before. Her muscles still felt strained and tired. Inuyasha had silently watched her as she moved through her warm ups, had leaned forward as she had started moving through the steps that she would perform for her finals.

�Do you dance anything besides ballet?� he had asked.

�I took a tango class last semester,� she had told him, rising onto her toes and deftly prancing across the room.

�You should teach me sometime.�

Kagome had looked at him in surprise. �Really?� A small smile touched her lips when he nodded. �Okay.�

Kevin had arrived with their pizza and they had spent the next two hours talking. Kagome wasn�t even sure now what the conversation had been about. She remembered him telling her about his mother, who had died when he was very young, and how she would have loved to go to the theatre and museums. The comment had reminded Kagome of the age difference between them.

�How old are you, exactly?� she had tentatively asked.

His brow had furrowed in concentration. �I�m not sure,� he said, finally. �I haven�t added it up in awhile. Old enough to be your many times over great grandfather, though.�

Kagome had eyed him around a large bite of pizza. �You look good for your age,� she said, mockingly serious.

She had received a soft chuckle in reply.

�Mademoiselle Kagome!�

Kagome�s brief bubble of day-dreaming popped at the sound of her instructor�s voice. She quickly pulled her head through her light sweater, pushing her hair out of her eyes to see Madame Tati walking toward her, a white envelope in her hand. The only other person in the room was Kouga, who was crouching in the corner packing his things away.

�Mademoiselle Kagome,� the Frenchwoman said again. She looked down at the raven-haired girl sternly before her mouth stretched in a warm smile and she pulled Kagome into her arms for a brief embrace. �Your pirouette piquiée were beautiful, solid, and yes, I did notice that you managed to sneak in a double here and there.� Madame�s eyes twinkled. �You no doubt confused your partner. Oh, I almost forgot! This is for you, darling.� Madame handed her the envelope. Kagome looked at it before turning a questioning gaze up to her instructor. �Well, go ahead, open it.�

Kagome tore the end off, pulled the piece of paper out and unfolded it. She glanced at the heading, her brow furrowing in confusion, and then read the body of the letter.

Kouga was shouldering his bag when her gasp resounded loudly through the empty room.

�What is it, Beautiful?� he asked, peering over her shoulder.

�I�ve been...� She sucked in a lungful of air, trying to remember how to breathe, trying to convince her heart that it still wanted to function. �I�ve been invited to audition for the Royal Ballet after graduation,� she finally managed to breathe.

She heard Kouga let out a loud shout, felt his hands grab her around the waist, lifting her into the air and spinning her around the room. Laughing, she braced her hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to put her down before she got sick.

She wobbled slightly on her feet when they finally touched the ground. Leaning against Kouga, she looked over at a very amused Madame Tati.

�Cause for celebration, no?� the older woman asked, smiling at them. �Go!� She made shooing motions with her hands. �And don�t let me see any evidence of it on Monday!� Madame called after them as Kouga grabbed Kagome by the hand and pulled her outside into the warm night.

*

Kouga had called Ayame and Ginta in the cab that he and Kagome had shared.

Sango had squealed with excitement when she heard the news.

Now they all sat around a table at a lounge called Eden, a place with a laid back atmosphere, dim lights, and tables lit by cheery votive candles that sat in multi-colored glasses -which caused the bar to look as if a rainbow had exploded inside of it. Drinks flowed with the conversation, jokes making the group suddenly burst with laughter in a sharp staccato of sound over the general hum. Kagome, content to sit back and watch her friends, smiled at Ginta who was wildly waving his arms to illustrate a story.

Kagome felt a sharp elbow in her ribs, looked over at Sango whose attention was elsewhere.

�Look,� the brunette said. �That guy over there? He�s the one I told you about.�

Kagome frowned, trying to remember the conversation. She did recall Sango mentioning something about meeting a guy at Fallen. But Kagome had been under the impression that Sango didn�t like him.

�I thought you said he was a pervert,� Kagome said, leaning forward to get a look at this man.

�Yeah,� Sango admitted with a sigh. �But he�s very charming, and very hot.�

�Which one?�

�That one there, in the black and purple,� Sango said, pointing.

Kagome sucked in a breath as the man turned around, as he moved aside, not because she recognized Miroku Hakaisou, but because the dim light suddenly reflected off white hair.

Kagome slammed backward into her chair, causing her friends to look at her curiously.

�He�s here,� she managed to say.

Sango looked at the two men again. �Yeah,� she confirmed. �And he�s with someone.�

Rage burned through her as she leaned forward again. �He�s what?�

Sango turned a surprised expression on her. �I thought, after what happened, you weren�t going to get involved with him, Kagome. What do you care if he�s on a date?� she asked.

Kouga leaned forward, leering at the girls. �What happened, Kagome?� he asked.

Kagome shot a glare at Sango, who just smiled back. �We had a...a, um, session together at Fallen,� she said, cringing when Kouga let out a loud shout of amusement.

�And did it cater to your every submissive whim?� he asked.

By now, Ayame and Ginta were looking on with amused smiles. Kagome just shook her head. �He was the submissive,� she said.

Kouga went silent, his face dropping in a comical look of disbelief. He blinked once, looked across the room, blinked again and then sat back in his seat, throwing an arm around Kagome�s shoulder. Leaning close to her, he said, �I can�t wait to see what happens now.�

Kagome gave him a puzzled glance and then looked in the direction he nodded. Every head at the table turned to watch a very angry looking inu-hanyou approaching them.

*

It was the sharp shout of amusement that had caught his attention, had caused him to look over at the group sitting around a table near the back of the bar.

A taloned hand slipping into his pants� pocket distracted him for an instant. He clenched his jaw in anger. He wasn�t sure how it had happened, but what he did know for sure that he had been tricked. Miroku had somehow managed to get him out of the house again, away from his work, and had managed to get him in the clutches of the bleached-blonde again. Feeling like a cornered dog for most of the night, he had done his best not to snap and snarl at her. As Inuyasha pried her fingers from his belt buckled, he glared at Miroku. The man owed him and, from the look in his violet eyes, he knew it. By now, he was frustrated enough that he was contemplating just fucking the girl so she�d leave him alone.

His eyes strayed toward the table at the back of the bar. He recognized the wolf demon, watched as he slung an arm around someone who was just out of Inuyasha�s line of sight. When the wolf pulled the person closer to him, Inuyasha let out a snarl. The blonde beside him backed away, watched with wide eyes as the suddenly very pissed off hanyou stalked to the back of the bar.

The group at the table watched as he made his way to them. He pushed the red from his vision, so that when he glared down on them, his eyes were a clear amber.

�Ah, look, the little doggy has come begging for his bone.� The wolf demon gave him a toothy smile, pulling the dancer closer.

A low growl started in Inuyasha�s chest. �Don�t fuck with me tonight,� he warned.

The wolf opened his mouth to say something else, but the raven-haired woman nudged him in the side. �Stop it, Kouga,� she said. She turned back to Inuyasha and her smile almost made him take a step away from her. �Not enjoying your date, Inuyasha?� she asked, her voice icy.

It was the first time she had ever called him by his name. Inuyasha almost shuddered at the sound of it from her lips, cold as it was. He licked his lips, and bent over the table, placing a hand on the surface, the other reaching out and wrapping around her wrist.

�Not particularly, little girl,� he said. He tugged on her, gently. �Let�s go somewhere else.�

She pulled sharply away from him, making Kouga laugh. �Looks like she doesn�t want to play, mutt face,� he said.

His chuckle was quickly choked off as Inuyasha wrapped a hand around his throat, as he let the spell around him down just enough so that his fingernails grew and pricked the flesh of Kouga�s neck.

�I said don�t fuck with me,� Inuyasha snarled, red starting to invade the edges of his vision.

�And what are you going to do?� Kouga challenged, managing to snarl back around Inuyasha�s grip. �Bark at me?�

�Listen, you little flea-ridden, mangy excuse for a wolf. I have not had a very good night. As nice as it would be to relieve my stress by ripping your goddamn throat out, I can think of less messy ways to do it.� He released his grip, watched in satisfaction as Kouga rubbed his neck, and then turned to Kagome.

Her eyes were wide, watching him. As their gazes met, he felt the red recede slightly, but not all the way. Her lips suddenly parted, and he saw the pulse at her throat beating wildly.

Her friends watched, slightly stunned, as she rose from her chair. She said goodbye and then grabbed Inuyasha�s hand and pulled him after her into the cooling night air.

�Where are we going?� he asked.

�What does it matter?� she threw over her shoulder. She was angry, he could feel it in the way she tightened her hold on his hand, could see it in the way her hips swung as she took large, ground eating steps. �You seemed hell bent on ruining my evening with my friends. I think it�s enough that I got you out of there before you did something foolish.�

That brought him up short. He yanked back on her arm, stopping her, turning her to face him. She glared at him, trying ineffectively to twist out of his grip. She gave a small gasp when he tugged her forward, when she stumbled into his chest. The smell of her hair was suddenly in his nose, a strange mix of vanilla and something else. He felt her hands come up to his chest, felt her tense right before she tried to push him away.

Inuyasha wrapped his arms around her, trapping her. �What did you mean by that?� he asked, dropping his mouth to her ear.

He heard her suck in a breath. �Let me go, Inuyasha,� she said.

�No.� He ran a finger down her spine, wrapped the arm around her waist, keeping her near him as he pulled back a little. He put his forehead against hers, letting his other hand slip up under the hem of her light sweater. He trailed his fingers over the soft skin of her side, her stomach, feeling solid muscles contract under his touch.

�Not like this,� she breathed. �I don�t want you like this.�

A satisfied noise made its way out of his throat at her implication. �My place?�

She shook her head. �No. We�ll go back to Fallen,� she whispered.

Slightly disappointed, he let her lead him down the last few blocks, let her chain him up after they were led to the room. Let himself revel in the feel of the leather on his skin.

When they were both too tired to do anything more, Inuyasha crawled toward the pile of pillows that sat in the corner of the room. He dropped bonelessly into them, watching through half-lidded eyes as the girl moved around the room. She came to stand over him, watching him for awhile before kneeling down beside him, running her fingers over the fresh wounds.

�Where are the other marks?� she asked.

He was too distracted by her touch to force his lips to form an answer. He grunted in reply, causing her to smile slightly. Inuyasha, deciding that she was too far away from him, grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto himself.

�Come home with me,� he whispered.

�No.�

�You have to,� he told her.

�Why?� She pushed her hand into his chest to raise her head up so she could look into his face. Her palm pressed against fresh wounds, causing him to hiss slightly.

�Because, I can�t move and it�s your fault,� he said, smiling lazily up at her. �You should at least be nice enough to make sure I get into my house.�

He saw the internal battle in her eyes, saw something win, and almost shouted with pleasure when she nodded.

�Fine,� she said. �But don�t expect me to carry you to bed,� she told him. �The best you�ll get from me is me opening your door and shoving you through it.�

He laughed at her and somewhere found the energy to get up, to walk out of the club and crawl into a taxi.

�Takahashi Manor,� he managed to say to the driver, before sinking back into the seat. As his eyes closed, he missed the look the girl beside him gave him.
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