Part I

It happened on a rainy day.

From the moment I saw her, I knew that I just had to make her mine.

And I knew, one day, she would be.

I am Inuyasha Takahashi, the twenty-four year old son of Inutaisho Takahashi and the future VP of Inu Enterprises.

Yeah, the Inu Enterprises that owns and controls the countless chains of Takahashi Banks, Takahashi Reality, Takahashi Hotels, and etc.

To the public, I am known as a promiscuous playboy with a notorious reputation. Yet, I was rated number four for Japan's Most Wanted bachelors.

Go figure?

I am known for bedding beautiful women, using them for their connections, and then "discarding them like yesterday's garbage" once I no longer feel the vibe. But I have to admit—I know how to charm my way into a girl's heart, and I also know how to treat a lady; it just depends on who really deserves my attention. (Can you guess how many? Yup, that's right—none.)

In a nutshell, I hit it, quit it, and get the fuck out of there.

My "relationships" only last, at the most, six months, and that's only because my "girlfriends" are all the same. They all have this fantasy that maybe they could be just a little bit different than the last; that maybe this "relationship" will actually have something more other than sex. That they could change me into a better man and I wouldn't tire of them. Hell, some even thought that I'd marry them.

But they were wrong. Obviously. I had no desire for changing my ways and I certainly had no thoughts on settling down, especially with some gold-digging whore. I was perfectly content with being a bachelor.

Until I saw her.

She was beautiful. The most gorgeous woman that I have ever laid eyes upon. Dark, midnight hair that fell swiftly down her backside. Nice rounded breasts with the curviest body. Big, innocent chocolate brown eyes accompanied by lips that were so pink and plumped, I wanted to kiss them till they bruised. When her eyes locked with my own gold ones, I thought my heart had just stopped.

It happened inside the local coffee shop, just a few blocks away from where I worked alongside my father and my sophisticated older brother.

Due to the cold weather, I craved something hot to drink and I stopped at the coffee shop before I went to work. Usually, I wouldn't go there for coffee but my instinct insisted that I should today.

I'm glad I did.

She came in, dressed in a casual business suit. Her black pants hugged her round hips perfectly and her white, buttoned up shirt was partially damp due to the slight drizzle outside.

Her hair was let loose and frizzy. A few stray strands of hair clung to her face carelessly.

She looked like a mess, yet I thought she couldn't have looked more beautiful. She closed her umbrella and took her black purse off her shoulder and stepped last in line, just right behind me.

I felt so close to her; I thought I could feel the heat of her breath. That's when I noticed she smelled like oranges—tangy and sweet. It was intoxicating and I wished that I could drown myself in her scent forever.

Then, reality had caught up with me.

Wait a minute, I told myself. I didn't even know this woman; she just walked in here only a minute ago and I'm practically drooling over her.

It was crazy and it didn't make sense—it was a challenge. Fuck, I love a challenge.

That was the moment I realized that I'd make her mine. I must have her.

I straightened up and turned around to face her. The beautiful creature that stood before me was rummaging through her purse and hadn't noticed that I had made a move to talk to her. I was about to start up a conversation when a new customer came in. He came straight over to her, surprising her when he touched her shoulder, and kissed her cheek when she smiled at him. By the way she looked at him, it was obvious that this guy was more than a friend.

Well, obviously, I thought. Someone as beautiful as her wouldn't be available.


I turned away suddenly and, as I moved down the line, I eavesdropped into their conversation. I blocked out all the boring parts like what he did in the morning and what he thought of the weather; just basically anything he said. I didn't give a fuck whether or not he loved the weather or what he was planning to do that day. I just wanted to hear her say something—anything. Then my ears perked up at the sound of her name.


I would have to remember that.

Just then, my cell phone vibrated in my trench coat. I answered it only to be greeted to the usual and stoic tone of my brother's voice.

"Get your ass over here, now," he demanded, and then hung up without a goodbye.

Without a hesitation, I stepped out of line and headed out the door, not caring if I would have to wait till I got to work to get my coffee. At that exact moment, all that mattered was that I saw her just once before I left. I did and my last image of her was her bright smile. Only, it was for that stupid bootlicker she was talking to. But it didn't matter—I etched that image in the back of my mind forever.

I went back to that same coffee shop every day, at the same time for the next few months—secretly hoping that I would at least catch a glimpse of her, even if only for a second.

Then, soon enough, I realized that my tiny obsession with trying to see her became unhealthy. At least, that is what I told myself. My desire to see her was an obsession and nothing more.

As the months flew by, my morning trips to the coffee shop lessened each week, along with my hope that I would see her. So, finally, I just stopped all together. Yet, deep down I knew that my flame of desire to see her had not vanquished. A year had passed since I first and last laid my eyes on her and nothing new had happened.

I've had the occasional one-nighters and the ever-so desperate "girlfriends" of mine but, as expected, nothing lasted. I just ended a four-week fling with this pretty face… Sasha, Sachi, or something like that.

Oh well.

Remembering her name doesn't matter, at least I had my share of fun and the paparazzi had theirs; putting me on every magazine cover along with big and attractive words saying, "Another one down. How many more to go?"


It wasn't until three months later that my life took a drastic turn. I was sitting in my office, going through our stock markets and what not, when my father requested my presence in his office.

"Inuyasha," he said. "I have a favor to ask of you." He didn't even say hi. Fucker.

I looked at my father skeptically but pretended to act interested. It was either something important for my father, CEO and president of Inu Enterprises, to ask of my help, or something that he didn't want to deal with and stuck it with me, his youngest and most rebellious son.

"I assume you read the file I gave you a few weeks ago. The one containing all the details of our merge?" I didn't reply and the old man continued. He already knew my answer.

"Our company has one of the highest income rate in all of the country. A merge with an American one can make us one of the biggest and most successful companies in the world."

I was getting impatient. He wanted me to do something, and I wanted to get it over with. "What does that have to do with me?"

As usual, my father handled my bitter tone with one of his own, and I swear—it can make any man have chills down their spine. "The CEO's son is coming here from America today. Sesshomaru and I will be attending a meeting when he arrives. You will welcome him and take my place until I am able to replace you."

That was when I first noticed that my brother was in the room. He has this thing where he can be so quiet and invisible that no one really notices him. Sometimes it scares the fuck out of me.

He's pretty much harmless…unless he gets angry, then you should get the fuck out of there.

Sesshomaru looked at me with a smirk plastered on his face. "It'll be good practice for you, little brother," he teased.

I turned around and walked out of his office, calling, "Yeah, okay," over my shoulder. You could easily tell that my job for babysitting was not something I was looking forward to doing.

I went back to my office and it wasn't until three hours (and a nice, relaxing nap) later that my secretary called me and informed me that a 'Mr. Tora Keijitsu' was waiting for me in conference room.

Of course, I said to myself. All the boring meetings are in the conference room. I thanked the secretary and hung up.

A few minutes later, I was outside of the conference room. I didn't hesitate to thrust the door open but what, or should I say who I saw, made me freeze right there in the doorway.

There I was, frozen in place, staring, dumbfounded, right at her.

The face that I desired to see every day for the past year and three months. The body that I craved to hold against my own. The smile that warmed me where no one else could.

It was her.

My entrance startled her. She turned around with a slight jump in her step. When her eyes met mine, they were locked for what seemed like forever. It felt like nothing else in the world mattered; that time could've stopped right at this moment, and I wouldn't have noticed nor would I have cared.

She broke the stare, and started walking towards me. With her small hand extended, and a smile still carved on her perfect, pink lips, she said, "You must be Inuyasha Takahashi."

Oh fuck, even her voice was like music to my ears.

"I'm Kagome Higurashi." I shook her hand and noticed how perfectly it felt in mine. Her hands were soft and I pictured them all over my body.

"Tora is running a little late, he'll be here in a few minutes," she continued, pulling her hand away.

I still couldn't get over the sound of her voice. When she spoke, it was so soft and familiar; it felt like I knew her since we were children…. running around, scraping our knees, and playing in the sandbox.

By now, our hands were at each other's sides and it was when I opened my mouth to say something that she did that thing again; the thing where I would get all warm and uneasy inside.

Yeah, she smiled.

Unfortunately, it was not at me. She was looking over my shoulder. I turned my head back abruptly and saw a man dressed in a black business suit with his dark hair gelled back. He looked professional and clean, and that made me hate him more.

Kagome walked towards him, now acting if I had never entered this room, and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a light kiss in the process. I clenched my fists silently.

"You're here," she told him, still embracing him. You could tell she was gaga over this guy.

The man smiled down at her and I gritted my teeth at the sight of it. I cleared my throat, very loud and agitated, and they both suddenly looked at me as if they only then realized that I was there.

The man pulled away from her and extended his hand. I took it, all the while suppressing my urge to knock his face in.

"Tora Keijitsu," he informed me as we shook. "You must be Inuyasha Takahashi. Your father has told me all about you. It seems you have already met my fiancée," he said, turning towards Kagome and placing a hand on her back.

Now I really wanted to knock his brains out.

Our small talk didn't last very long. Keijitsu did all of the talking while I pretended to listen and nodded at the right moments, and gave my opinion every once in a while.

All I really did throughout the whole conversation was try to steal glances at the beautiful woman by his side, whom seemed to be quite as interested as he was about this whole merging thing. I couldn't get my thoughts off of her.

My babysitting job was quick. Only an hour later my father came to take my place and I was given permission to go back to my office. I left silently but my heart was screaming for Kagome.

All I would think about was her—her and her fucking fiancée.

It wasn't until about an hour or so later that my father called me into his office.

"What does the old man want now?" I asked my secretary, with a hint of bitterness.

She hesitated before informing me, "He wants to discuss the merge with you, sir. He wants your opinion."

I was about a corridor away from my father's office when I saw the object of my distraction on her hands and knees with papers scattered all around her perfect form.

She was mumbling and trying to sort the papers as fast as she could, and I'd have to admit—it was sad, but sort of cute at the same time.

"Do you need any help with this?" I asked. She looked up at me, pink rushing to her cheeks. I kneeled down and gathered the papers near me. We stood up at the same time and I handed the papers to her. She was a little flustered as she organized the papers in one direction. Her face was still cherry red when she finished.

"Thank you," she told me, her eyes not meeting mine. I wish she would have looked at me.

"I can be a real klutz sometimes." I smiled at her childlikeness and asked her if she was okay. From the scraps on her knees, it seemed like she lost her footing and fell.

"Oh, I'm all right. I just feel kinda silly."

Silly? Oh yeah, she was innocent.

Kagome bit her bottom lip and, finally, met her eyes with mine. She smiled as I smiled back at her.

"Thank you again for helping me with these papers," she said.

I had to refrain from laughing. "It's not a problem."

It was then I noticed the shift in her body weight. I looked at her feet and noticed that one ankle was suddenly swollen. She looked uncomfortable in her black high-heeled shoes.

"Are you sure you're all right?" I asked her again. I bent down and figured she must have twisted it when she fell.

"I'm fine. Really I am." Kagome took a step away from me, but she couldn't hide the limp in her walk. I could see it in her face that she didn't want my attention. Not because she wasn't uncomfortable, but because she was a woman of independence and she didn't like asking others for help.

Honestly, I find that fucking sexy. If it was one of those gold-digging whores I was talking about earlier, I would've pretended to not notice the limp in her walk, but she's not, thank fucking god. And, from her, I'm not going to take no for an answer.

Without hesitation, I picked her up. Sure she protested and demanded that I put her down that instant, and I did eventually—in a chair, in an unoccupied cubicle. Her face was beet red all over again and she had a look of astonishment written across her face.

Damn, she looked cute.

"Really, Mr. Takahashi. I'm fine. There is no need for doing this for me."

My eyes suddenly got wide. Mr. Takahashi? I don't want her calling me that. "Please, call me Inuyasha." Then I flashed her one of my award winning smiles.

She blushed and continued to protest. I ignored her and touched her swollen ankle. I took off her shoe, and I suppose she finally realized she needed my help because she did not try to stop me. I suppose her purple ankle made her realize she needed my help real quick.

I looked up to her and gave her a smirk. "You okay, now?" I asked her, cockily.

She gave me an appreciative smile and her cheeks were still flushed. She was glowing, nonetheless.

"Yes, I suppose. Thanks to you."

Then, to my own surprise, I smiled at her.

Fuck. This girl got me almost all sprung on her, and she didn't even do a damn thing.

After I got some ice for Kagome, I excused myself and got to my father's as fast as I could. It killed me to part with her but I was going to get a scolding from my father because I was already late.

It would be worth it though.

"Inuyasha," he acknowledged after hearing me enter his office. I swear, what ever happened to hello these days?

He gave me a stern look and said coldly, "You're late." With his tone, I believe he could give a poor old man a heart attack. I'm fucking serious.

"I didn't know you wanted to be in my presence so soon," I replied. With my dad, you can't show one speck of intimidation or sign of weakness, 'cause once he senses it, he'll just use it against you.

I could tell that he realized that I wasn't going to back down and it made him proud. (Yeah, my dad is kind of weird.) My father motioned me to sit down at the chair in front of him. I took it without a word of gratitude or appreciation.

"So, my son," he started. He placed his fingers against one another and leaned back into his chair. "What do you think of the merge? A good idea, I'd say."

So this was so important? I shrugged. "I suppose."

My father's cool demeanor suddenly vanished. "As my second son, I need your opinion. We don't know how soon it'll be when you'll be promoted, but I need your opinion now. For this might change everything."

I looked at my father, and tried resisting my sudden urge to give him a quizzical brow.

Either way, it was official. My old man was nuts.

"Ah, vice president ain't so bad," I said while stretching my back. "Fluffy will do most of the work. I'm kinda surprised you wanted my opinion—flattered really."

"Indeed," was all my father said to my remark. "Your opinion, Inuyasha?"

Honestly, I didn't know what to do. I mean, a merge was great news. More money and a better life for me. But why an American company? Us, Japanese, can do so much better.

'But there is one thing,' I thought with a smirk. 'Kagome is a klutz.'

I looked at my father and nodded in my approval. "Go for it, old man. Oh, and by the way—we'll need lots of ice."

As the weeks unfolded, so did the merge with TigerLine. The American company, I had to admit, had a lot to offer.

Immediately, I saw a huge difference in our income. A much better income.

Damn. I love that money.

It was about three weeks later that my father called me into his office. Again.

My father acknowledged my presence when I closed the door and didn't look up from the Sunday paper. I headed towards him and was going to sit in my usual chair but then I realized that someone else had gotten there first.

Kagome smiled up at me and said, in a bright and happy voice, "Good morning Inuyasha." I smiled back and I was about to reply when my father looked up and told me to sit down.

Stupid old man.

"The reason I called you in here, Inuyasha, was to inform you of our company's annual ball," my father said. He spoke to me like I was some kind of a child. But I knew he was only treating me like this because Kagome was there—I don't know how, but he knew that I had a thing for her.

He continued on, a smile plastered on his face. "You should know that it's in a month and we all know that you need a date."

I rolled my eyes. I hate my dad. Ughh. I just want to smack that smile off of his face.

"And with your reputation, it shouldn't be to hard."

I hate my dad.

"But, as of today, you already have a date." He turned towards Kagome and she smiled as a lovely shade of pink rushed to her cheeks. "You will escort Miss Higurashi."

I love my dad.

My father smirked as he saw my change of expression. He knew that I would be looking forward to this ball for once.

"It seems like Mr. Keijitsu will be in the States the day the ball takes place and is not able to take Kagome. He has requested that you escort her as his replacement," my father informed me.

To tell you the truth, I was a little shocked and curious as to why the stupid penguin would let me escort his beautiful fiancée.

I mean, he must realize the risks? Hadn't he heard about my promiscuous ways and how women can't even try to resist me? He must be really dumb or he has complete faith in his woman. But if he claims that Kagome is indeed completely faithful to him, I'd like to prove him wrong.

I'm not scared to say that she could be mine before the end of the evening.

After my father gave my and Kagome's permission to leave, I walked with her. Something I never do. After small talk about the weather and the company, I decided to ask a question that I usually don't ask but I'm offered.

"Do you want to join me for lunch?"

Okay. I know it's dumb, but the gold-diggers always end up asking me and I end up treating. But this situation is different. I'll give you three reasons.

One—I actually want to be around Kagome.

Two—I actually want to wine and dine her.

And three—I know she has more to offer than her body.

Kagome was up for it. She gave me a huge smile and was totally excited.

She and I went to a small little restaurant downtown called… well, I forgot the name, but she recommended it. All I really remember about it was that it was Korean and… that's about it.

When we were seated, the conversation went from casual to a little more flirtatious. I was definitely playing with fire.

"So," I began. "Why did your fiancée decide to pick me as your escort?" It's like handing your soul to the Devil.

Kagome smiled and licked her lips, unknowingly making me repress my urge to just kiss her. "Umm, I think it was because of what I told him of that day when I twisted my ankle. He never got to tell you himself but he's really grateful that you showed me so much care."

I smiled and told her that it was no problem at all, and I would be expecting another fall and twisted limb from her again.

She chuckled at my response and I waited till she was silent before I proceeded.

"So where is he going? I mean he must be doing something really important if he's going to miss the company's annual ball." I needed to milk all the information out of her. I need this for my plan.

I only grinned and listened as she told me the details about his trip back to the States for a few months.

"I swear. It's like he chooses business over me," she confided in me. I could hear her voice crack as she spoke to me, but she did a pretty damn good job at hiding it.

I mentally scoffed at his stupidity and I showed her an apologetic smile. "If I was in his position," I began. "I wouldn't leave my fiancée's side for anything. I wouldn't want to be parted with her."

Kagome laughed again and took a sip of her water. "They don't lie, do they?"

My eyebrows rose. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? What was she talking about?

"Excuse me?"

She only shrugged and smiled at me, mischievously. "The magazines, the newspapers, everything," she blabbed. Then, Kagome leaned closer to me and I followed. "I know all about you Inuyasha Takahashi. Don't think I don't."

I smirked. Oh, how I would change all that.

"You'd be surprised at how much bullshit are in those pieces of paper," I told her.

"I know men like you, Inuyasha, and believe me—they thrive on that 'bullshit'".

She was teasing me like how an owner would tease it's pet with food; and I was falling for it.

I looked straight into her eyes and said, barely a whisper, "On the contrary, my dear Kagome—you haven't met a man like me."

"Oh really?" She didn't seem surprised. I knew that that wasn't the first time she heard that. "And what makes you so different, Mr. Takahashi?" The first time she said my name, I didn't like it. This time…. the way she said my name… it was so sexy… she gave it a whole new meaning.

With a big smirk and oozing with confidence, I told her, "Because maybe I'll be the first one to actually change." That was all that was said before the waiter came back, and asked for our orders.

The topic ended there but I saw the suspicion and curiosity in her eyes.

Fuck. I love a challenge.

The weeks flew by and my lunch date with Kagome seemed to become a daily thing. I mean, her fiancée would be away until three months after the ball, and she had nothing better to do.

And, of course, she enjoyed my company and wanted me around when she got lonely.

In the first place, it was Kagome who suggested that we go to lunch throughout most of the week. I guess she was impressed at our first lunch together and she wanted to see if I could live up to my challenge.

And me, being the man I am, how could I refuse?

We'd talk about practically anything and basically everything. From both of our childhoods, to our teenage years, to our early stages of adulthood…. I learned more about her and she learned more about me. As a matter of fact, we just got so comfortable with each other and so open, any subject didn't seem too weird.

And do you want to know what I found out about her that I find a tremendous turn-on?

Kagome is a virgin. (Could that possibly change soon? You know it.)

Of course, she didn't tell me. I never asked. Although being a man with my sexual experience, I just knew that she was.

But my favorite part of our lunch dates was when she teased me by giving me that attitude. Did she know what she was doing to me?

Okay, okay. Don't just think I want to get into her pants. I mean I do, but I also want to be with her. I actually want our relationship to last. Not six months, not eight, not a year, and to tell you the truth: I don't know how long, but I never want to let her go. I had that feeling when I first saw her but after getting to know her, it just fueled my desire to have her even more.

The more I got to know her and spent time with her, I became… attached. I knew I was but I just didn't know how much.

Unknowingly, I was already addicted to her. Her smell, her smile, her laughter, her personality, that little twitch she does with her nose, EVERYTHING.

Fuck. If she asked, I would probably be on my knees for her. (Yeah, I was fucking whipped). But she doesn't need to know that she might've accomplished the impossible.

Not yet, at least.

The next day (the day before the ball, actually) my father called me into his office. What he told me was something I thought I wouldn't be hearing for a long time.

"I was waiting until tomorrow to tell you the news, but your mother insisted that I tell you now," he said. He shook his head at the thought of my mother, yet he had a loving smile on his face.

"Inuyasha, the day after the annual ball, you will be promoted to the position of Vice President." I was shaking his hand the next moment. A line of surprise was placed at my lips. "I'm proud of you, my son. You earned it."

Heh. I knew it'd come to me sooner or later. I couldn't wait to tell Kagome.

And just as I suspected, she screamed and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her, taking the feel of her body against my own.

Oh—how I wanted her to make her mine already. She was warm and she smelled like sweet oranges. I thought I could get hung over from her scent.

Kagome pulled away from me suddenly and had a huge, happy smile on her lips. "I'm so happy for you! We should celebrate! C'mon—my treat."

So that night, she took me to a club.

I know: unexpected, right? I mean, from a girl like Kagome; I never thought she'd had it in her.

But it's not like I minded. Who knows what a few drinks, some dancing, and some flirting could lead too? I do. And I was hoping I would have that chance.

Anyway, this was how it went.

I picked her up at her hotel and, from the first instant I saw her, I couldn't keep my mouth closed.

She was wearing some tight jeans that did justice to her curvy figure and a sexy black top, which wasn't too revealing. Her hair was let loose and it had big, soft curls. It looked as soft as the clouds and I wanted to run my fingers through her hair.

I also had a sudden urge to smell it, hoping she used the sweet tangy orange shampoo that I love.

As I hugged her, I got a good whiff. Damn—she smelled delicious.

About twenty minutes later, we arrived at the club. It smelled like any typical club—cigarette smoke with breaths of alcohol and, of course, the sweet smell of sweat.

As soon as Kagome and I had reached the dance floor, she pulled me into the middle of the crowd and started swinging her hips. At first, I doubted she could dance at all but I was obviously wrong.

Without a doubt, the girl could dance.

She and I started to bump and grind, but after a few songs, she started to get thirsty. We sat down and she couldn't stop smiling and laughing.

When we received our beverages, she gave a toast. She said all this stuff about the company, my new position, blah, blah, blah. Once Kagome was done with her apple martini, she dragged me back to the dance floor.

And, once again, we started dancing.

It seemed like we were dancing forever and, even if I had to ignore the pain in my thighs, I didn't mind having my arms on her waist or her arms around my neck and just having a good time.

Before we knew it, the fast, upbeat music was suddenly switched to a nice, slow jam.

I thought she wanted to sit down because, once she heard the song, her face expression changed to a confused one and I made a move to leave the dance floor. She grabbed my hand and asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

Then, she put her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her as we moved from side to side.

I could feel the warmth of her body and the sweet smell of her hair mixed with sweat. She was breathing on my shirt and I could feel her smile and try to hide it in my shoulder.

"Having fun?" I heard her ask.

Obviously she was—but it was more than that. I started thinking and, as she pulled her head away from my shoulder and looked into my eyes, she smiled and that's when I realized something I never thought I'd experience.

It was either from the excitement of the evening or, unknowingly, I had fallen for her.

Hard. Fucking hard.

I had only known her, for what, a month or two? She just popped up and came into my life like how rain falls unexpectedly on a sunny day. She didn't want anything from me—only to be my friend and a partner in business. She didn't expect to trip and fall, and I didn't expect I'd actually fall in love with her. In between all of our lunch dates, talks, and laughing… somewhere there, she had stolen my heart with her charm and her sweetness.

Who could've thought that one of Japan's Most Wanted didn't want to be a bachelor anymore?

As a million thoughts flashed within my mind, I could only see her smile at me and, before I knew it, I kissed her.

And she kissed me right back.

As soon as it started, it ended. Kagome looked at me and walked off the dance floor. She left me standing there, and I didn't chase after her.

Fuck. What the fuck did I get myself into?

The next day, I didn't eat and I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I know it sounds cliché, but it's true.

It seemed like I got up from a sleepless night, took a cold shower, and got dressed robotically. I just didn't know what to do or what to feel that day.

All I remembered was that I had a ball to go to and Kagome was my date.

Time flew by and it was already five in the evening. Surprisingly, I was already in a black suit without a tie. I don't even remember going over to my brother's place to pick up the clothes.

I knocked on the door to her hotel room, and I waited. To my surprise, she came out with a huge smile on her face and greeted with a happy voice.

She acted as though nothing had happened last night, and I was happy with that.

For right now, anyway.

She gave me a warm hug and that was when I noticed how gorgeous she looked. A cream-colored dress with her long, beautiful hair up in a messy, yet classy, ponytail.


I wanted to kiss her again.

I suppressed the urge to do so, and escorted her down to the awaiting limo in the driveway. Not a word was spoken between us as we were waiting in the limo, side by side, to arrive at the ball.

I had things to think over and it seemed like she had something on her mind also.

The rest of the evening was a blur: we got to the place, got out of the car, went inside, smiled and talked to company people… yeah, you get the point.

Of course, she and I talked—but we avoided the subject of yesterday very cautiously. Well, she avoided it; I wanted to talk about it.

We didn't get a chance until later, when she walked off to go to the bathroom and I followed. Yes, I went into the ladies room. Ughh—the things love can make you do.

As soon as Kagome saw me, she screamed, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Oooh—she used profanity. It seems like I bring out another side of her. Well... sometimes.

"To talk."

She raised her eyebrow and started to push me, trying to get me out of the door. "We can do that later, Inuyasha."

"No," I said, stopping dead in my tracks. "We have to talk now, Kagome."

From the look of her face, I knew that she figured what I wanted to talk about, but I didn't care. This couldn't be put off to the side any longer. It was about time I told her what she was doing to me.

"Look Inuyasha—if this is about yesterday, then forget it. I don't want to talk about it."

I only looked at her and smiled. "So you feel it too?"

Kagome didn't meet my eyes and she had a thin line of frustration on her lips. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice as cold as her facial expression.

"The attraction between us. I know you want me just as much as I want you."

Then, she slapped me. A woman had never slapped me in my life, and I was… amazed. It was then that I knew that we belonged together.

Unexpectedly, tears started filling her eyes and they soon fell. I put my arms around her, and held her until she stopped crying. She looked up at me and said, very calm and serious, "I can't be with you."

Then, she kissed me.

And I kissed her back.

We left the ball, hand in hand, and returned back to her hotel. One thing lead to another but nothing... sexual... happened and let's just say that, while I was lying in bed with her in my arms, I had never felt so… I can't explain it, but I had a sorry case of mixed emotions.

"I want to be with you, Inuyasha, but I just can't."

That bothered me because I couldn't be with the one that I loved. What about what I fucking wanted?

As soon as the sun rose from it's sleep, I left. Kagome was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake her up, so I wrote a note explaining that I'd see her later that day.


Late mornings.

No coffee.

Boring days with boring meetings?

So this was the job of a VP? My first day on the job and I wish I never had it.

I sighed.

It wasn't until noon-ish when my father called me into his office. "Hello Inuyasha," he greeted. Damn. That was a first. Something must be wrong.


He gave me a stern look and I knew that he knew. Don't tell me how, but I just do.

"Yeah, it happened, but not what you think," I said. I tried to play it cool and casual.

"I see," my father said. "Just don't go messing up this company." Yeah—that's my dad… always caring about the company.

I stood up and threw a quick, "Sure", over my shoulder before leaving. And whom do you think I bumped into (literally) as I walked out?

Yes. Her.

"Hello Inuyasha," Kagome said, and gave me a smile. I could already feel the butterflies in my stomach.

She walked away and I knew that she wanted me to follow. We took a stroll down the street and into the same coffee shop that I had first laid eyes on her over a year and a half ago.

We sat down next to a window and, as she took a sip of her beverage, I looked outside and noticed that it was raining.

How ironic.

We stayed in silence before she spoke. She told me that what had happened could never happen again. She then told me that the attraction that she held for me had to stop.

She couldn't "do that to Tora" and she "couldn't be with me". She had a promise to keep.

Then, she left, but before she did, she gave me one last kiss. But like all good things, they must come to an end.

She walked right out of my life just as she stepped in. I missed her already.

Kagome had achieved the impossible, and I suppose she knew it, too.

It happened on a rainy day, and from the moment I saw her… I knew she'd be mine.

Maybe not today or tomorrow, but someday, at least.

Damn. I fucking love a challenge.