InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Just This Once ❯ Troublesome, Isn't He? ( Chapter 2 )

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A/N: Just having some more fun…^^ Need reviews, so hop to it!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Inuyasha and co, and can only bow down before the mightiness of Ms. Rumiko Takahashi.

Chapter 2

"Oh man…"

Kagome shivered, from both the cold and fear as she gazed down at the pitiful body huddled next to a cardboard box.

Ripping off his jacket, Miroku quickly wrapped it tightly around the prone figure and picked it up carefully.

"Come on, come on," he managed to force out through the chattering of his teeth. "It was your idea in the first place to come out here, so don't freeze out on me now. Whoever it is, he's not dead yet, although he will be soon and so will we if we stay out here any longer."

Sesshomaru laid the phone back into it's cradle delicately, being watchful as so not to chip any of his perfectly manicured nails. What was the point anyway, he thought to himself. He's probably dead by now. Watching the fire blaze mightily on, unfazed by the firemen's attempts to stop it, the silver -haired man leaned against his window sill. Really, he should have died years ago, a voice murmured in his head. Always running around with that sort of crowd bought him a one -way ticket to the Grim Reaper himself.

Sighing, Sesshomaru rested his face in one hand while tapping the window ledge. It would mean a lot of tricky lawsuits, but he was quite confident that he could cover up the fact that his younger brother had ever been involved in a gang. Police would soon come to his door, asking him to identify his dear, beloved brother's body. Beloved my butt, thought Sesshomaru haughtily. Who cared about him. Nobody in the world had, and nobody ever would now.

Their father only cared for his business, and their mother had died shortly after Inu -yasha was born. After their father died, he left the business in Sesshomaru's hands. In the short period of only one year, Sesshomaru had proved more then capable with handling the business; half the major offices and buildings in this one country alone belonged solely to him. His brother was a nobody, to the media, just an attention- deprived kid who was always causing trouble. To the tabloids, an attention -seeking lunatic who was planning on murdering his brother, the highly esteemed millionaire, no, billionaire. Sesshomaru turned away from the wreckage, the wreckage which was all that remained of his brother's gang's hideout.

Well, this billionaire wasn't going down that path, ever. He knew just what the world thought of him. Having seen his face on the cover of Time Magazine over fifty -nine times was more then enough proof. Voted number one most eligible bachelor twenty -two times however, only brought him anger. Who cared about that? His father had married young, and when his wife died, sunk into a depression that lasted until he died. Sesshomaru had vowed never to marry, unless for business purposes. Never. And with that, he walked down his mansion's hallway, and prepared himself for the police to come calling.

Miroku carefully lay his bundle on the kitchen table. "Turn on the lights Kagome," he called out to Kagome.

A loud, booming noise came from the apartment below. "Pipe down up there," an old man cried out, obviously thumping the ceiling. "We're trying to sleep down here!"

Kagome came into the kitchen bearing four lit candles. "You'd think with the money we make we could afford an apartment with nicer residents, and one that doesn't short -circuit every three ho-"

With a gasp, she broke off, and stood stunned, staring at the youth that now sat on the kitchen table.

He was lean, and tall, clothed in a shirt with its arms ripped off, covered by a black leather jacket. His pants were dark and ended in frays, followed by a pair of sneakers. His eyes were golden -yellow, arrogant and stubborn. His hair was long and silver, gleaming with dancing lights reflected from the candles. Nestled in his hair surprisingly, were two dog ears which were at the moment, flattened back in anger.

He obviously had not noticed Kagome yet, as he was busy arguing with Miroku.

"What the #e!!, I'm fine, just leave me alone." Grumbling, the boy stood up to leave, but caught sight of Kagome. Seeing her, his snarl turned into a smile.

"Hello."

Kagome felt her heart's pace quicken and her palms suddenly began to feel wet.

"Hey, you're not half -bad lookin'."

Her heart skipped a couple of beats. Kagome dazedly wondered why she was so thirsty.

"How much you charge?"

Kagome opened her mouth to talk, but stopped. Somehow, the last line didn't strike her as one commonly used. Unless…but no, that would be just plain…

"I'll pay you double for one night!"

…sick.

The boy grinned mischievously. He was still grinning when he hit the ground with a thud, face still marked by Kagome's slap.

"He…thought…I…I…was a hooker," Kagome said disbelievingly. "Me…"

Miroku meanwhile was busily pulling wallets out of the boy' jacket. "Hmm, hmm. You really should watch your temper these days, you know. Well, well, well, what do we have here? A first -class thief by the look of these. It seems like our friend here goes by the name of Inu -yasha, judging by the picture on this wallet." The picture showed a sulky, but nevertheless, picture of the same boy who was now lying on the floor.

"And the other wallets?"

"Stolen ones, apparently. Unless he's named Babs Johnson, I'm quite sure."

Inu -yasha yawned. Morning's light shone down on him. He stared up at the ceiling trying to remember where he was, when he suddenly recalled the event of last night. Wincing as he gingerly touched the bump on his head he had received when he toppled to the floor, his eyes scanned the apartment for life. Thinking that no one was awake, he decided to take his leave. But not before seeing if the apartment held anything of value…