Short chapter, sorry, but the next one is better, I promise. Just had to show you how they're getting along, and to hint at the next twist.

Maybe you've noticed, I like to write in Inu's POV. Don't know why, just found he tells the story better.

Well, hope you like anyway....

Ja ne!

~Sabichan~

*I POV*

"So what's the big deal? Just tell him you're into girls."

She stared at me wide-eyed for a minute. Then her expression softened.

"You know what...that's not a bad idea...."

"I wasn't serious, you know."

"Hey why not? He's gotta respect that right? I mean, if I don't like guys, what can he do about it?"

I debated whether or not to say what I wanted to say. I really didn't want to get slapped.

"Because if you tell a guy you're into chicks, then he'll never leave you alone."

Her smile faded.

"Oh. oohhhh......I get it. You guys are into that lesbian shit aren't ya?"

I fought the flush I felt coming over my face.

"Look I don't know personally, but my friend-"

"Yes, your friend, go on."

"Hey, I really mean that. Remember I told you about my friend Miroku? He's a perv, you should meet him- Wait no scratch that, you shouldn't meet him."

"Right, nice try. Hey I mean, if you like seeing two girls go at it, who am I to crush your fantasies?"

I stared at her flatly.

"You are such a pain in the ass, Kagome..."

"And you're a pervert, Inuyasha."

I felt my eye started to twitch in pure annoyance. She could really get on my nerves sometimes. She reached over and took the cup from my hand and took a few sips. After two weeks of our bus stop meetings, it had become routine for us to share the coffee. Frankly it didn't bother me at all.

"Tell him you're already seeing someone." I said out of the blue.

She had come asking for advice about some guy at school who was constantly asking her out. Apparently he was pretty persistent and twice as annoying.

"Huh?"

"I said, tell him you're seeing someone. That you already have a boyfriend."

"Oh...well I guess I never really thought of that. Hey! Great idea!" She exclaimed. I took the cup back from her.

"Just earning my coffee."

"Tell ya what? If it works, then I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow. Just come a little earlier so we'll have time, yeah?"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then I'll pour your morning coffee down your pants."

I shuddered. It wasn't what she said that scared me. It was the way she said it that did. She would smile and speak in a such a bubbly voice. Like she was talking about puppies and kittens rather than physically maiming me.

"I'm not sure I wanna take that chance. Sounds painful either way." She gawked at me angrily.

"Hey! I'm a great cook! The best around here that's for sure."

"Not better than Faye." I had long ago told her about my second family.

"We'll see about that! Now you're getting breakfast either way. I'll show you!"

I smirked arrogantly as she began to realize what she had promised me. She slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead.

"Shit...How do I get myself into these deals with you?"

"I'm just that good."

I inwardly groaned when I caught sight of the buses coming down the street. I stood and she followed, grabbing her things as she did.

"You know, that's probably really bad for your back. You keep that up, and you're gonna end up looking like her soon." I pointed to the hunched over Japanese woman still seated. After glaring at me silently, she playfully slapped my arm and began to walk towards the door. Smiling, she turned back and said.

"8:30 tomorrow, Inuyasha. If you're late, I'm sharing it with her!"

I nodded and waved good bye.

I walked to my usual spot on the back of the bus and sat down.

I could feel it. In the short amount of time I had known this girl, she had already started changing me. I came into work everyday in a good mood, and I smiled more than I had in years. She was amazing. Such pure, innocent good looks, such a filthy mouth, such a perverted mind, such sharp wit. Sango, whom I mostly told my morning encounter to, had referred to her as the female version of me, 'But probably with much nicer breasts.'

As far as I could tell, she was probably right. `ok, now I sound like Miroku'

Just thinking about her made my days brighter. I barely noticed the time going by when I worked at the mailroom, because I thought about her the whole time and what the next day would bring.

I reached my stop and walked into the restaurant.

**a few weeks later**

Rustle. Beep, beep. Shuffle, rustle. Beep. Beep. Beep. Rustle, Shuffle, Beep.

Sigh

Whoever first said that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach was a fucking genius.

Sigh, Sigh.

For the past three weeks, we had been meeting at the bus stop half an hour before our busses came. And almost every other day, Kagome had been bringing me breakfast along with the usual coffee.

And the girl could cook.

I've never been a big fan of breakfast. But once you've had one of her omelets, you'll never want to miss the first meal of the day again.

Now I was finding myself more and more attached to her.

I'm sure the extra time we had to talk had something to do with it, too.

Needless to say, the weekends were hell. Two whole days without seeing her or hearing from her. She told me she always helped her grandfather with shrine duties, since she had been trained as a Miko. Some kind of priestess or something. All she really did was give tours and tell stories to tourists.

I in turn worked the closing shift at the restaurant with Miroku and Sango, so his parents would have those nights off. They usually spent them with my mother at our apartment. Once in a great while, they managed to drag her out and to their own home that was close by to work. That though, hadn't happened in too long of a time

I shook that thought out of my head as I thought about my conversation with Kagome this morning.

It was bound to come up sometime. Past relationships, exes that sort of thing.

*flashback*

"And I just told him I already had a boyfriend, yadda yadda yadda, and he was fine. Said he just wanted to be friends if nothing else. He took it hook, line and sinker! Thanks for the idea. Can't believe I didn't think of it."

"Isn't that the excuse you girls always use, anyway. That or the whole washing your hair bit?"

"Maybe fifty years ago, but I think that one's a tad bit outdated. Hehe..can't believe he bought it...Boyfriend my ass...."

I was torn between laughing at the way she said it and asking why it would be such a ridiculous thing for her to say in the first place. I didn't have a chance to do either.

"So I mean, do you?" She was uncommonly nervous.

"Do I what?"

"Have a girlfriend?" I was a bit thrown off, but answered honestly.

"Me? No. Never have actually."

She looked at me strangely for a moment.

"Never?"

I shook my head and avoided eye contact. I was embarrassed to say the least.

"Guys like me aren't too high in demand."

"Arrogant jerks?"

"Yep." I hoped that would end the subject right then and there.

"I don't mean that actually." She said suddenly, playing with her nails. I looked at her.

"What?"

"You're not an arrogant jerk. If anything you're an angel compared to my ex-boyfriend."

I didn't know what to say. So I stayed quiet, hoping she would continue. She did.

"He was the devil And I didn't see it until it was too late. I used to be so afraid of him...I kind of still am."

"What...did he do to-"

"Hey, bus." She cut me off and abruptly stood. She turned away from me, but not before I could see the tears in her eyes. It was something I'd seen far too often in my life-a woman crying.

"Kagome?"

She turned back to me and I was shocked to see her with that classic bright smile, without a trace of that sadness anywhere in her eyes. Like it had never happened.

"Yeah?"

"....nothing. I'll see ya tomorrow ok?"

*end flashback*

I was kicking myself now. All day I had wondered why I hadn't asked what I wanted to. And all day I wondered why I felt so much anger when I thought about what she had said. Just the thought that someone had done anything to hurt her. It really pissed me off.

I glanced at the clock, and half-heartedly realized that it was time to go home.

I didn't feel any better when I got home. As soon as I reached my front door, I could already hear my mother sobbing. I hesitated to go inside. Then, I took a deep breath and opened the door. She was sitting on the couch, watching the video of her and my father's wedding day.

Again.

I quickly walked over and pulled her into a warm embrace. She kept sobbing and clung to me with a fierceness that would have scared me had this not been a constant occurrence.

"Shhh...it's okay...I'm here now..." I whispered into her hair.

After about ten minutes her crying finally subsided and she pulled back to look at me. Her face was swollen and red, her eyes pleading.

"Inu...why...what did I do wrong...."

"You didn't do anything wrong and you know that. We go through this almost every week, Mom and every time, I tell you the same thing. It wasn't your fault."

"But we were so happy. So happy and everything was going so well... I don't know where he went,

Inu, I don't know where...."

I leaned over and picked her up in my arms. I carried her into her room and set her down on her bed. Kissing her forehead lightly I tucked her in.

"Go to sleep Mom. Please, for me. I promise I'll be here when you wake up.."

He's so sweet to his mommy....awww.....