Divine Fallacy

                Author's Note:

   Yay! Thankies for the reviews! (Huggles and smiles to you too Mija :D!) I finally got chapter 2 done. Please don't be mad :( Neko asks thee to please harbor patience, I type, edit, and go over my own stories myself. Forgive Neko if it takes one or two days to update. I try and make it as quickly as possible, I know what it's like to constantly wait for an update :( Okee dokee, the show must go on!

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Chapter 2: It's A Small World After All


   "I'm sorry, when did you say you were moving?" The man questioned looking over InuYasha's blood red T-shirt and baggy knee length cut jeans.

  There it was, "The Eye" again.
"Two months." He answered, rather annoyed with being checked out. It was now day two of InuYasha's Job search mission, he had been to over twenty-six stores today alone and still no luck. It also didn't help that he was picky, you wouldn't catch him working in no goddamn McDonald's thats for fucking sure.

  "Ah I see..." The man replied, contemplative about the situation. He was actually searching for employes, but full time ones that planned to keep the job stable. However, he looked over InuYasha and made a decision. "I will keep your resume and I shall give it a thought, I will contact you if I make a decision to take you in alright?"

  Oh my! Could it be?! "The Eye" was wrong! But how could it be?! "The Eye" never failed! Ah what the hell, he didn't care, aslong as there was a small crack in the door somewhere, now if only the door could open up and let him in. The man gave him a quick handshake and proceeded to his job, folding away towels. Yes, folding towels, InuYasha was almost desperate at this point and didn't care if he had to wipe mud off people shoes if he was paid for it, however, the fact remains that no matter how desperate he was, you still wouldn't catch him in a fucking McDonald's. The Yumiki Spa wasn't that bad of a place to work in anyway, lots of rich ladies often pranced in for special treatment, and ofcourse, they needed towels and tipped good funds if towel boy was all in their taste.

  InuYasha allowed himself to linger a little while, simply to gaze around at the settings this place owned. He was in the indoor pool area, which obviously did contain a very large underground pool that was occupied by a couple of women, some gossiping together while savouring martinis while others swam about or relaxed out of the pool on stretched lawn chairs.
He glanced back at the working man behind the counter and watched him for a moment. Yep, folding towels did look like a very dull job, but hell, he wasn't going to let a pay like eleven dollars an hour pass him by. Growing bored and knowing he had other things to do, InuYasha decided he had looked around long enough and it was time to go. Setting his thoughts into action, he strolled along side of the pool to the exit. But just as he was about to pull open the large doors and step out, a familiar voice called out to him.

"Hey! InuYasha?! Oh my god! Is that you?!"

  For a moment, time seemed like it had stopped, and when suspicion slowly kicked in, a horrible feeling began to probe him in his chest as he turned to the source of the female voice.

  Yep, his gut feeling had been right, and there she was, now sitting up from the lawn chair, looking straight at him. Oh but ofcourse.. It just had to be her didn't it? Great! Just when luck was starting to make it's way, it vanished as fast as it even made an entrance. The one person he never wanted to see again in his life, the one whre hre his heart out and spat in his face, deliberately sending him to hell, was in the very same room as he, sharing the same exact oxygen; his ex high school sweet heart, Kikyo.

  What the hell was she doing in the City of Tokyo anyway? He had been positively sure he'd never even lay eyes on her again after leaving home in Osaka. Whatever. It was only a matter of time now before he was out of this place aswell and guarenteed to have her out of his life for good.
He had failed his last year because of her, and never attended prom at all either for the same reasons. High School.. that was where everyone went their own seperate ways after Prom parties were over and forgot about each other right? Yeah that's how it usually went, and it almost worked for a while as he had almost totally forgotten all about that harlot.

  Why the hell was she acting so surprised to see him now anyway? Almost pretending like they were actually friends once. His silent stare made her stand and walk over.
"I knew it was you! How are things going?" She asked, her fake smile trying camouflage the knowledge of what had happened between them.

  He was disgusted, how dare she come over and act like it was all in his head and she was the innocent victim?! Damn bitch, two can play the game.
"Very well actually. Never been better." He responded, plastering a big bright smile onto his face. He indeed looked very believable, for he was a very good liar.

  Kikyo's eyes widened in surprise. Never been better? Did that mean those four years they had spent as an item now meant nothing? Then again, she had been unfair to him, breaking it off simply because he claimed he couldn't afford to buy her luxuries anymore, she thought he was simply lying just to be selfish and use his money all to himself.
  Despite his often rude, careless attitude towards others, he had been a very good lover in the first three years and treated her quite like a queen, but Kikyo was a girl that just loved gifts and it just wasn't working out the way she wanted by the fourth year, plus she had secretly found someone else at the time. She assumed he didn't know that bit of information and she didn't plan on ever telling him either.

  Little did she know, he wasn't the average dumbass. He knew it all damn well what was going on then, thus his reason for acting so cold towards the girl now. His words also mildly contained just a touch of venom, which was slowly produced by the anger that swelled within his heart as he couldn't help the unwelcome stir of emotions that he vowed he'd never allow to ever be created around her again.

  "Well thats good, me too." She lied, and he knew it. "Great, well got to bounce, I've got plans tonight." He shot back, rather pleased with himself on this wonderful fib. He knew her all too well; possessive, jealous, manipulative, selfish and cruel. Not to mention, preppy.
What the hell was he thinking back then anyway? Pulling the doors open, he flashed her a quick smile once more and stepped out, knowing he was leaving a very ticked Kikyo behind.
Feh, I need my Ramen now.

   The wind flossed through his hair as he finally stepped outside of that goddamn long ass maze building. Curse the fucking thing!
He was so angry and caught up in acting his fib to get away from Kikyo that he had went right instead of left down the hall and got lost. He was fuming in pretty colors when he realised he had gone the wrong way and couldn't find the elevators, he went around in circles and ended up in the hotel section hall. The boy had been too stubborn to walk back in the direction he had come from and step into the elevator right down the hall left from the Pool area's entrance, he didn't want to run into Kikyo again and explain himself, so he ended up taking the stairs and went down six stories. He was now feeling in such a delightful mood! So delightfully furious he was ready to kick the shit out of the next person that would talk to him if he didn't have his Ramen soon, so in short, he was pissed as fuck.

  So pissed, he didn't even want to answer his cell phone, which was now ringing. Who would when they've just wasted an hour and a half of their lives looking for damned elevators? Finally he gave intoas tas the sound was now ringing his anger and patience to a higher degree. Making an effort to mask his temper, he got the phone out of one of his many pockets and flipped it open.

"Hello? ... Yes, that's me..."
His blood rushed as his horrible mood suddenly switched to enthusiasm.

"Ten minutes? Sure I can make it in that time! Alright, you won't be disapointed! Bye."

Bingo!


***

   Kagome payed the bus driver and stepped off, gripping onto her purse nervously. Why'd it always have to happen to her? She should of never answered the stupid phone this morning and stuck to her original plan, sleeping in. Surprise! Her so called friends, who never butted out of her love life, had woken her up to tell her they had set her up on a blind date!
How was that even allowed in this universe?! She couldn't go out on a date with someone she's never even met before, she didn't even know what he was like! All she was told about him was that he was Eri's cousin's friend's step brother's neighbor's friend.. or some shit like that, Kagome really hadn't followed on that one, she had been still dazed on wondering "What the hell were they thinking?!" But after a long hour of convincing and pleading, she had gave in and unwillingly agreed.

  They were always quick to try and pair her up with anyone. Maybe they thought she was sexually frustrated or something and didn't understand she was waiting for "Mr. Right"? Yep. That conclusion was highly possible from those three. She sighed and straightened out her new apple green dress Ayumi had made her buy today for the date, which she was still unsure about wearing. It clung to her body like a charm even though it required a little confidence to wear. The upper part of the dress was daring as it revealed a little clevage, which was held nicely in place by two thin straps that tied behind her neck. It flowed down her body against her curves wonderfully and finished off rippled and loose, just above her knees.

  And her shoes.. damn them, Yuka had insisted that she'd wear the highest healed shoes ever, though they were very pretty, they were already starting to make her feet hurt. They matched perfectly with her dress in a dark forest green tone and were more like sandals with a strap around the ankles. She just wanted to hurry and get this night over with so she could head home and take them right off, then she'd head to bed and read or something so she wouldn't have to wobble around with that funny feeling in your heal like as if your foot was greatly deformed and part of it had ran away to elope with a cereal box.

  After a while she ced ced everyone that went by kept staring, she did walk kind of funny and somewhat slow, almost like she was drunk. She was just careful not to fall down off of these goddamned stilts, all while she was looking for her destination. She knew it wasn't far down the road anyway, plus, being downtown at this time was actually nice, the sun was gradually setting and it wasn't all that crowded since everyone was having diner at home with their families. So why rush?


   Unfortunately, unknowing to Kagome, someone from behind wasn't quite feeling mutual about her rushing theory, and much to her lack of luck, he was headed straight into her direction. At that point she didn't really pay attention to anything but keeping steady to avoid breaking her legs, but she had heard the wheels of a skateboard alright.

Too late.

  It was like the statue of liberty had kicked her from behind and the next thing she knew she was spread along the sidewalk in pain with a cow on her back. It really gave a new meaning to the saying "having the weight of the world on your shoulder" Only it wasn't just on her shoulder, it was also greedily seeking a vacation on her back.

  It took a few seconds to let reality seep in and come to the realisation that the "cow" was actually a person. A very rude person infact, who was indeed in a rush and had collided into her. As the weight was suddenly lifted, she heard something very familiar.

"What the fuck is your problem, wench?! Didn't your mom ever tell you not to just stupidly stand in the middle of a sidewalk?!"

  Yep, ane awe award nominee for biggest jackass goes to...
She managed to get into a sitting position and immediately twisted her head to shoot him a vicious look. "Didn't your mom ever tell you to WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE GO—"
She spat but stopped dead in her tracks as she eyed the young man infront of her, it was Inoyouppa again.. or whatever the hell the waitress had called him yesturday. Damn, he was hotter than she remembered.

  "Watch where I'm going? How about you watch where the hell your standing when the crowd is moving, idiot, then shit like this wouldn't happen." He had been too busy reaching for his skateboard to realise or let alone look at who he was talking to.

  She bit back the sudden rage that was flaming wildly and had a sudden twisted urge to witness a large piano fall onto his head. She hadn't done anything wrong! Why the hell did both times he insist it was her fault?! Whatever the case, she wasn't going to let him win this time, she just wasn't going to take it. "And just who the fuck do you think you are thinking you own this goddamn sidewalk?! Or are you running from another choking old man that you barked at you fucking DOG?!!"

  Yep, that got his attention. His head spun to face her for the first time as he stood, but only to be baffled and at a lost for words. The realisation of where he'd seen her before wasn't as baffling as the way she looked. Guess he had missed that as he was in a great hurry to get away yesturday. But no matter how damn fine she was, he wasn't going to step down and let her take the throne. However, after inhaling her wonderful scent, his head was blank.

"That's what I thought, Inuyokkua." She spat in victory as she attempted to stand.

  What the hell was that? Now she really snapped him back to reality.
"It's InuYasha, say it right or don't say it at all, wench." He oh so kindly corrected. But wait a minute, how in the nine hells did she know his name anyway?! Or what she thought was his name, though nowhere near, she was still somewhat close. Feh, probably Shiela, that damned deaf waitress. He missed out on so many bowls of Ramen because of her, and now she was telling sagas about him to the whole damn world. Lovely.

  Ignoring his last comment, Kagome gave up on trying to stand in these three story high shoes and ended up untying them. There was a long pause of silence before she looked up, and much to her surprise when she did, he had held out his hand, offering to help her up. Well whatta you know, he had finally swallowed his pride for a moment and replaced it with an act of kindness! Ten points for Kagome, none for InuYasha. Taking his hand, he lifted her back to her feet.

"So, how much do you charge a night?"

Ouch.. And that did it, this arrogant asswipe was going to get it and get it big.
"Excuse me?" She hissed.

  "Oh, my bad, couldn't tell the difference with the strong perfume and the boobs almost hanging out, not to mention you were standing on the sidewalk." He grinned.
He really lied in that one. Her smell was actually really sweet and intoxicating, far from being a strong perfume stench that whores did wear, and he actually didn't mind her clevage, he even allowed himself to take a peek at it every now and then. Hey, he was a man afterall, what was the harm in looking? Just one little glimpse, that's all. Ok maybe a few..

  He snapped back into reality just in time to notice something green swinging into contact with his face. Ofcourse, it was too late to move or to stop it and the impact was just spectacular! It even was kind enough to leave his left cheek with a wonderful stinging sensation. Damn women and their lethal purses...


***

   That was indeed the weirdest encounter Kagome had ever had with a man, though it didn't matter now, Kagome was cooled off and proud of herself. That bastard got just what he deserved for calling her a hooker. She sipped at the glass of margarita she had ordered, thinking why not have a mini celebration with herself? She deserved it. Celebration of what though? No quite sure. She was too ticked to figure out a reason and just needed the alcohol to properly simmer down. Now all she had to do was wait for her date. Oh goody!

  I wonder if I really hit him hard. There we go again, what was up with her? No matter how hard she tried to forget about him, her thoughts always somehow just drifted back to InuYasha. Why did she feel somewhat guilty all of a sudden? He had been the one who insulted her! He should be the one feeling guilty. She sipped her drink again, replaying the event in her head. After she had smacked him with her purse, she had stomped off, leaving him behind as he cursed and nursed his cheek with his hand. She had been so ticked she was deaf to whatever obscenities he was yelling out to her. He must have been alright however, since she had noticed him whiz her by on his skateboard five minutes later, but only because he mumbled his favorite word at her; "Wench." And then disappeared into the crowd. That was the last she had heard of him and never planned on ever seeing him again.

  Giving it another try at forgetting about InuYasha, she sipped again and glanced at her surroundings. The restaurant had a somewhat classy look to it, it kind of worried her. She wondered if she had enough money on her to pay her own bill, she never liked letting other people pay her own expenses even though it was tradition on a date. She grabbed her purse and hadn't had a chance to even begin shuffling through it when she heard her name.

"Kagome?"

  Oh my.. when she glanced up, she had never expected this, though she should have known. She felt like suddenly coming down with a rare magical flu and rush home to make it a night with TV dinners, then spend the rest of the evening attempting to erase today out of her memory with voodoo. Those three will never give up will they. They've been trying to hook her up with the same guy for years! They just didn't get the message, and apparently neither did he despite all the medical excuses her grandfather had made up for her so he would stop calling, then again, Hojo wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

  She gulped down her margarita and nodded, giving in to kindness once again. "Hey Hojo..."
He smiled and sat down in the large comfy bench across her. "Hi Kagome, wow, you look great tonight!"

  Sure, shut up and shove it boy. "Thank you."
"It's been a while hasn't it, how's your chemotherapy going?" He inquired as his face was overcome with worry. Chemotherapy? What the hell, was this boy really a dumbfuck? "Very well actually, I finished a week ago." Great save. Boy was she going to give her friends a load of shit now, it hadn't even been five minutes and she was already dreading this long night. She neednothnother margarita. Infact, a couple margaritas.

  "Great! So, are you ready to order? Don't worry, it's all on me!" Hojo confirmed, his tone brightened up with uneeded excitement as if he just saw the 'Lucky Charms' leprechaun on a unicorn, and desperately wanted to chase a rainbow.
  "Sure, I'd like another glass of margarita please." Might aswell make an acception, it's only Hojo. Maybe if she costed him a fortune he'd run away from her and move to another country. Now that's a funny thought.

  "Alright! Let me call up a waiter." And honorable to his word, he signaled with his hand and probably got an aswer seeing as he had ceased a moment later and began to wait. Oh how she desperately couldn't wait for the night to be over.

  As she was looking out the the window to her left, she didn't notice talltall, elegantly dressed waiter that came to the table. Until he spoke, that is.
Beautiful, if she thought she was having a bad enough night before, she was sadly mistaken.

"Ready to order sir?"

  That voice hit her like a heavy truck loaded with bricks as she glanced up at the reflection in the window. It couldn't be! Did she pass out leaving her conscience in charge of her guilt trips?
She sharply spun her head around to make sure she wasn't seeing things, only to confirm the unbearable reality and to be met with the stabbing gaze of her very angry new best friend, InuYasha.

Oh Shit...

  However, the first thing she noticed besides his deadly glare was the redness on his cheek where she had hit him, and will you look at that, the letter "K" on her purse clip had handsomly branded him. No wonder he was looking at her with a pair of eyes loaded with ammo.

 This was the beginning of what was going to be a very long night. Make that margarita a glass of rum please. Big glass.


    To Be Continued...