Conversations with Wolves

By: Tassana Burrfoot

Kagome sat on the stool in the little café and patiently waited for her cappuccino. It was a nice place: decorated in a very American style. There were stools, like hers, lined up against a bar and a couch by the fireplace. Small tables and chairs were spread throughout the establishment and were just large enough to have one or two people sitting at them. Modern pop culture art decorated the walls, giving it a very modern feel.

She sighed. Had it really been almost two years since she had been in the Feudal Era? She remembered the final battle like it had been yesterday. After so long, Naraku was finally defeated.

She missed her friends from that age, especially Inuyasha. She shook her head. She could not think about him. She had to focus on her studies.

The door to the café opened and the little bell atop it rang. Someone new had entered the place. Kagome did not bother to look at the stranger as he walked up to the counter.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked her and she shook her head no.

She heard the scrape of the stool as he moved it and felt the soft breeze as he climbed into the seat. Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, Kagome gave a little gasp and turned to look at him more fully. It couldn't be, could it?

Hearing her gasp, the man glanced at her as well and his blue eyes widened in shock as they met hers. For a moment, they just stared at one another and when he spoke, it was with a strangled voice. "Ka-Kagome?"

"Koga," she whispered, finding her own voice.

He barely looked much older than what he had been the last time she had seen him. He still wore a headband, and his jet black, silky hair was as long as ever. His armor was gone and replaced with a white sleeveless undershirt. He wore blue jeans instead of a brown pelt with a black leather belt and black military boots. A light brown button-up shirt was tied around his waist. A chain hung halfway to his knees from his belt and back pocket. He had kept his furry wristbands.

He furiously shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times. "I've gotta be imagining things," he said as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

Kagome sighed. She had never imagined seeing Koga again, especially not in her own time. "You're not," she told him truthfully. "It really is me. Kagome."

He stared at her for a long moment. Then, as the barista placed Kagome's drink on the counter, Koga asked the question Kagome dreaded to hear, "How is it that you're alive?"

She pondered on what she should tell him. Since she wasn't any good at lying, she knew honesty was best. But how much honesty?

Well, it wasn't like he could hop into the past and tell his former self about her. At the same time, she knew it would probably piss him off when she told him that she could travel between times. Then, she thought of something grand.

"This isn't the best place to talk of some things," she answered as she mentally patted herself on the back for her brilliant idea.

His eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated her answer. "You're right," he agreed.

There was a momentary break in the conversation as Koga gave his order to the barista. When he was done, Kagome asked, "So, how have you been? It's been a while since we've seen each other."

"That's the understatement of the century," he snorted as he turned back to her. "I've been fine, though. Got my pack still. Well, most of 'em anyway."

She nodded. "That's good. Did you ever marry?" she asked him, truly wanting to know.

He gave her a lopsided smirk. "No," he answered. "Why? I told ya before. Wolves mate for life. I'm waitin' for you."

She frowned. She supposed that answer was to be expected, but still. "If you were under the impression I had died, why wouldn't you move on?"

"You should be happy about that, seeing as you're still alive," he pointed out as he clicked his tongue.

But she wasn't. "Koga. It's been years. You can't just…"

"This isn't the place to discuss such things," he cut her off, reminding her. "What are you doing later today?"

"Not much. I finished my exams yesterday. I was supposed to go shopping with a friend, but I don't think I'm going to," she told him.

"Good. You and I can grab a bite to eat at Blue Note and talk about why you're alive. How does 7 tonight sound?" he asked.

"Seven tonight?" she said, almost dumbfounded. "What about your pack?"

He shrugged. "They can deal without me for the night," he told her nonchalant. "It's not like they live with me, anyway."

"What do you mean? I thought the pack were always together," Kagome said as she took a sip of her cappuccino.

"Oh, we live near enough to one another, no doubt," he said. "We have an entire city block to ourselves."

Koga's coffee came and he took a swallow of it. "Most of us have our own places. I live in the heart of the block," he explained.

"You live alone?" she asked, curious.

He just shrugged as he took another pull of his drink. "It's not so bad," he told her. "Sure beats sharing a space with a bunch of mangy mutts. And it's not like I'm completely alone."

She looked at him in confusion as he clarified, "I have a couple of them living at my home."

"Like Ginta and Hakkaku," she guessed.

He shook his head. "Look, I can explain more later," he told her. "Like you, I have secrets that I do not wish to share with the world."

She nodded as she turned back to her drink. She took another sip of it as she thought about the things he said.

The wolf tribe was still together, but they didn't all live together. It seemed as though Koga was happy, but he had never moved on from her. He was still waiting for her to change her mind and let him make her his. It was a bit sad, to say the least.

"So, where do you live? What's your number?" he asked, jostling her out of her thoughts.

"Why?" she questioned, not understanding.

He smirked. "Well, I need to know so I can pick ya up tonight, right? Remember? We have a date."

Her cheeks reddened at those words and she gasped. He was right! But, "I never agreed to a date," she pointed out. "Having dinner with a friend, sure, but could we please not call it a date?"

"Why not?" he asked. "Worried someone might trash it? It's been a very long time since we've seen one another and you've never given me a chance. I thought you were dead, Kagome. Lost to me for the rest of my life."

Kagome sighed. She grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen out of her purse. After writing her address and number on the napkin, she handed it to him.

It must have been hard for him. It's been 500 years since they last seen one another. Well, for her it was just two years. And if he had really held off from moving on for all that time, she could just imagine what he must have gone through. The pain and heartache he must have felt.

He folded the napkin and put it in his pocket before emptying his cup in his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and stood up. "Well, Kagome, I have to get going. I was just on a coffee break and the boys will be upset if I don't return soon. I'll see you tonight at seven."

She inclined her head as she watched him walk out the door. She saw him hop on a motorcycle and listened as it roared to life. Why did it not surprise her that he would drive a motorcycle?

She sighed as she took another sip of her cappuccino. She was really happy to see Koga again. It was good to know that he was still alive after all these years. At the same time, however, she had sort of hoped to never have seen him in this time.

"If you don't mind my asking," the barista interrupted Kagome's train of thought, "who was that hot guy you were talking to just now?"

Kagome's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the woman. The girl couldn't be older than twenty. She was pretty enough. She was of mixed blood, Kagome could tell. Maybe she had family in the western part of Europe. Her blonde hair was tied in a tight bun and she wore the green polo and black slacks of her job. Her blue eyes were bright and full of innocence and youth.

The priestess suddenly felt very old. "He's a dear friend of mine," Kagome replied.

"Is he single?" the girl asked.

Kagome frowned. She seriously thought about saying he wasn't single. Who did this woman think she was? Instead, she shrugged. "Yeah, he is," she said. "We're supposed to go out tonight, though."

"I could tell he really likes you," the barista said. "I've never seen a guy's eyes light up like that before."

"Yeah, well, if you get any ideas, be careful," Kagome warned. "He may be good looking and all, but he's not exactly easy going or anything."

The barista looked at Kagome curiously. "I wasn't getting any ideas," she told the miko. "I like the rough and tumble type, true, but I wouldn't go after your man."

Kagome gaped. "He's not my man!" she spouted.

The girl shrugged. "From the looks you gave each other, it sure looked like it," she said matter-of-factly. "I swear I was a bit worried you might jump each other's bones right here in the shop."

The priestess shook her head in denial. "We were just happy to see each other, is all. I don't see why you should be so interested anyway. Do you take this sort of interest in all your customers?"

The woman hesitated. Then with a smirk and a wink, she said, "Only when the guy is hot enough to melt a person with a look. Sister, if he had looked at me the way he looked at you, I'd never let him go."