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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,425
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Morality
Shell
Chapter Two: Morality
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AN: Not a bad start. Let’s see where the next chapter takes us.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha and make no money off this.
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“That’s just gross.”
Ayame Shirohama typed furiously into her laptop, adjusting her earpiece every few minutes.
On the screen, there was a virtual article with the title ‘Hacking for Loving’. Ayame furrowed her brows.
“Okay, let me see if I got it straight,” Ayame voiced her thoughts to the speaker on the other end. “Those poor saps…those lonely hackers…what’s their nickname? ‘The Virgins’? These ‘Virgins’ are hacking into people’s Shells so they can get… screwed?”
“And ‘Shells’ were supposed to be an alternative to abstinence,” a soothing voice replied. “Ironic, isn’t it?”
“I guess,” Ayame pondered. “But, then again, hacking into Shells for pleasure won’t start that AIDS hysteria again, will it? It’s not like anyone will be sexually transmitting any diseases, right?”
“Yet you humans a fickle beings: Think of the outcry for moral support; think of the issues brought on by individuals ‘hacking’ to, simply put, get screwed by participants that aren’t even aware that they’re making love to a real human, who’s actually controlling these Shells internally.”
Ayame tapped her chin and absorbed this in. “Touché.”
“And let’s think of it this way,” the voice continued. “This hackings will certainly not cause any sexually transmitted diseases, but what if a sexual predator finds his or her way into a Shell? It’ll almost definitely cause wide-spread panic. Also, hacking into these Shells only for sexual pleasure is a crime in itself. They’re invading one of the natural human rights given from birth – their right to property. Unless an individual had voluntarily put up their Shell for an unknown user to hack into, it will be labeled rape. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.”
“Like date rape drugs,” Ayame nodded. “Well, I could counter you with many technological advance theories – like androids controlled by skilled user on the net, able to do our battles and avoiding unnecessary bloodshed. Or why idiots who bought Shells in the first place deserves to be violated for they are lazy bastards… but I’m afraid I’ll be too passionate about the speech to think over it rationally, so I’ll recede.”
There was a chuckle. “You do realize that this may be a new trend.”
“Excuse me?”
“Partners can now find a way to get into each other’s Shells and… they may completely forget the term ‘abstinence’.”
Ayame rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead. “Why of course. Fuck your girlfriend as much as you want, ‘cause she can’t get pregnant if she’s acting it out from inside a Shell. Brilliant. It’s bad enough males are now able to act horny with their little toys all day long… now this… next thing you know they’ll be making Shells for females… then for the homosexuals. And then they’ll be available for the kiddies to ‘practice’ on!”
“Incidentally,” the voice instinctively caught her off before she started her usual tantrum. “I’ve gathered some interesting lists over your classmates. That is what you asked for?” The voice asked, in a coy sort of way.
“Why of course,” she purred back. “That’s why I built you in the first place, my cute computer.”
The voice did a little ‘Mm’ and started speaking again. “Well, out of the 51 individuals who own Shells in this academy, 21 of whom owning them illegally, and 7 of which ‘shares’ them to an unspecified amount of friends, none of them have ever had their Shells hacked.”
Ayame frowned. “I already knew the statistics, and I already guessed the campus was too secure for some hacker to roam freely in.”
“Ah,” there was a hint of pride in his tone. “But one of these individuals just purchased a newer model. The kind that responds and reacts only to pleasure a male. Shall I define it as… a true and perfect whore?”
“The ST-13?” The red haired girl’s eyes widened. “The sold-out version with that Standard Mode?”
“Interesting to see that Mr. Preston is the owner of this ST-13.”
Ayame blinked. And groaned very loudly. “Preston? Miroku Preston?”
“The one and only.”
“Oh man,” she groaned again. “He’s my lab partner!”
“If I may voice my input–”
“I have to work on my environmental science final with a genius that turns out to be a horny bunny in his spare time. I don’t need a cheeky computer giving me some ridiculously calculated advice right now,” Ayame threw down her earpiece on the mouse pad and pressed the Esc key.
“But…oh alright,” the voice grudgingly followed the command and shut the computer down.
Ayame huffed. “Unbelievable.”
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“Stick close, okay?” Miss Kimishima – Sango – warned as the two stepped into the hallways.
Kagome understood the problem; because of the new privacy policies cameras were banned on school campus, so long as they stayed away from the dorms, that is. Because of this restriction, students were able to do just about anything in the dorms. Sex, drugs, and violence were all too common.
Not that the local authorities could’ve done anything. The academy was full of blue bloods.
“So I thought I could do it doggie-style next time,” a passerby chattered to his group of friends. “You know, after the first time she gains experience and stuff. I bet she’ll howl if I tell her to.”
Sango and Kagome passed them without a single glance at their direction. Not that Kagome wasn’t unnerved already.
They were talking about a Shell.
“Dogs,” Sango muttered more to herself. “They’re just a bunch of dogs.”
“Yeah…” Kagome looked away.
Her room was 314.
“Here are your keys. Keep your ID card, memorize your ID Number, and… that’s it. You know being a tour guide wasn’t bad,” Sango thought out loud. “Maybe I should get randomly selected all the time.”
Kagome and Sango shared a laugh before Kagome opened her door.
It was spacious and already decorated with furniture. Much more luxurious than dorms offered in standard institutions, but left much to be filled and spruced up.
“I like the curtains,” Kagome said. “Silken linens too.”
Kagome turned only to see Sango propped on the doorway of her new living space.
“Just out of curiosity,” Sango started. “What’s your history?”
“History?”
“You know… most of us are blue bloods here. Some of us got on scholarships… people here call them the ‘charity cases’ but only because they’re dunces. What’s your story? Rich family or rich knowledge?”
Sango saw the younger girl pause, looking as if she was determining whether to answer or not.
“If you don’t want me to tell anyone… I’m just curious.”
Kagome held her hands behind her back and smiled tightly. “I’m a little of both. Good IQ, good financial status…”
“Anything specific you can tell me?” Sango didn’t see that this was making Kagome extremely anxious. Not that Kagome was a bad actor; she hid herself well.
But what she said next just about brought on the most awkward silence in the world.
“My dad invented the Shells.”
Those 5 words were explosives to Sango’s cool demeanor. She stayed put, not really knowing what she was supposed to say or do. She wanted to yell. She wanted to sit down. And she really, really wanted to strangle her too.
Kagome was just pleased that she wasn’t being glared at right then. Her tight smile, if possible, grew tighter. “Most girls would hate me. A few of them would worship me like I was the daughter of a genius. Just don’t tell anyone… I don’t know what the guys think of me as. And I don’t want to know.”
Sango’s will to kill the girl disappeared as soon as it appeared. But, as a consequence, her curiosity grew.
“Okay, but…” Sango started, not able to stop herself. “Is it true that you were the inspiration for the first Shell?”
Kagome blinked. She also looked a little flustered. “What?”
The older teen shrugged. “Just…a rumor I heard while back. That the inventor based the prototype of the Shell on his daughter.”
Kagome blinked. Again. “I…wouldn’t know,” she paused. “Then again, it could be possible. He was a pervert.” That’s the one and only reason my mom divorced the freak – Kagome thought, bitterly. “I left with my mom before he made the prototype, so I wouldn’t know…”
“Oh, alright,” Sango shrugged. “Well, I was just curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat,” Kagome ended.
They shared a laugh again; what Kagome said pertained to the stray cats that roamed in front of Sango’s room.
“I’ll keep this our dirty little secret, okay?” Sango winked. “Oh, by the way, you might want to be careful with your neighbor.”
“Neighbor?”
“Yeah… he likes to keep one of his windows open at night. And he has a taste for loud rock music, so might want to shut your doors and windows tight at night.”
“Okay,” Kagome waved as Sango started backing away. “Thanks for the warning.”
“No problem,” she said as she closed the door before her.
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Miroku was minding his own business, finishing up the first half of the science final on his computer when the air conditioner started sputtering away.
“Oh man,” he groaned. “Not again.”
Refusing to get off his chair, he wheeled himself to one of the windows and unlatched the top, letting the cool air rush into the overheated room. His computer switched to the backup battery pack, a mechanism common to this computer.
“How am I supposed to get my part of the final done if the generator keeps failing like that?” he muttered, somewhat incoherently. “Ayame’s going to kill me if I don’t finish this…”
“It’s so hot in here.”
Miroku turned to the Shell lying naked on his bed, the sheet barely covering any part of her body.
“And so loud…”
“Sorry about the heat,” he shrugged. “Can’t do anything about it – some sneaky idiot keeps stealing energy to power up his super computer… probably a zit-faced nerd trying to find hard-core porn… and we did just finish our morning ritual,” he grinned. “Not really smart to do it in this heat, but hey, I have a need.”
“Then why the loud music?” she moaned and sat up, not at all embarrassed that she wasn’t wearing any top.
Miroku paused, and then grinned again. “I’m slightly deaf in my left ear. That’s why I wear two earrings here, so my family members can remember,” he pointed to his ear. “And I wear the earring on my right ear for the sake of balancing it out.”
She giggled.
“But we’ll keep this between us, okay? I never told anyone outside of my family,” he smiled sincerely when she nodded.
Then there was a knock on the door.
“Oh crap,” he stood up, knocking down his chair. “Quick, get in the closet.”
“Aw, why?” she pouted. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“I bought you because people kept complaining about my inability to use abstinence. I don’t need anyone finding out I turned to Shells as one of my coping skills.”
“But why can’t we do a threesome,” she smiled wickedly. “I bet they’ll keep quiet if we invite them.”
He stepped beside the bed and leaned in. “Sorry – I don’t enjoy that as much as I used to,” he tried to grab for the switch hiding inside the panel on her neck when he realized she wasn’t going to follow willingly. But she struggled and squeaked when he grabbed her wrist.
“Oh Miroku,” she moaned as he got on top of her.
“I’m not playing around,” he said, trying to reach for her panel. “Just let me get the… oh what the hell,” he said and grabbed his belt. “How about a quickie?”
“Ten minutes?” she giggled when he grabbed one of her breasts and pulled down his pants.
“How about five?” he smirked. “And get on your hands and knees.”
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Kagome thought she heard a scream, but it was muffled and lost in a chaos of thuds and bangs. She peeked from behind her curtain and watched a silver-haired man stand before her neighbor’s door.
A sweaty man, almost as handsome as the visitor, stepped out. He was tying his black hair as the silver-haired one started speaking.
Kagome rushed to the kitchen and brought out a glass cup, which she placed on the window to hear the conversation.
“– and the power ran out again,” the silver-haired growled as her black-haired neighbor finished tying his hair.
“My air conditioner died three times this week,” the black-haired shrugged. “Doesn’t sound as bad as your story.”
“Just shut up and listen, Preston,” he spat out the black-haired one’s name like a cuss word. “I just need someone else’s consent that this hasn’t been happening only to me. Then I can call in the family lawyer and get a search warrant to arrest this fucking nerd.”
“My dear friend,” Preston smiled slyly. “I don’t think you should go so far as to call in the authorities just because you can’t recharge your Shell.”
Kagome winced when she heard the word ‘Shell’, but relaxed almost immediately when the silver-haired retorted back.
“I was finishing my final’s research paper! And since I used up the backup generator I couldn’t even save the damned thing.”
“You weren’t planning to pay the teacher?”
“I don’t do that! …anymore, I mean,” he mumbled the last part. “Look, just promise to sign the consent forms, alright?”
“Well, Inuyasha, since we’ve been friends for oh so very long,” he said. “I mean…two months IS long, right?”
“Is that a yes or a no?” Inuyasha wasn’t amused.
“I promise my dear friend,” he chucked and held up his hand. “I hold my honor.”
“Whatever that means,” Inuyasha snorted as Preston stepped back and closed the door.
Kagome watched as the silver-haired Inuyasha turn and leave down the hall. However, before he went out of sight, he turned and looked directly at Kagome.
She stared back, frozen with the cup in hand.
He smirked and winked, then turned back and headed out of sight. That’s when she noticed the two dog-ears on top of his head.
Kagome sat there, frozen as a rock.
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Next Chapter: Rumors
Chapter Two: Morality
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AN: Not a bad start. Let’s see where the next chapter takes us.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha and make no money off this.
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“That’s just gross.”
Ayame Shirohama typed furiously into her laptop, adjusting her earpiece every few minutes.
On the screen, there was a virtual article with the title ‘Hacking for Loving’. Ayame furrowed her brows.
“Okay, let me see if I got it straight,” Ayame voiced her thoughts to the speaker on the other end. “Those poor saps…those lonely hackers…what’s their nickname? ‘The Virgins’? These ‘Virgins’ are hacking into people’s Shells so they can get… screwed?”
“And ‘Shells’ were supposed to be an alternative to abstinence,” a soothing voice replied. “Ironic, isn’t it?”
“I guess,” Ayame pondered. “But, then again, hacking into Shells for pleasure won’t start that AIDS hysteria again, will it? It’s not like anyone will be sexually transmitting any diseases, right?”
“Yet you humans a fickle beings: Think of the outcry for moral support; think of the issues brought on by individuals ‘hacking’ to, simply put, get screwed by participants that aren’t even aware that they’re making love to a real human, who’s actually controlling these Shells internally.”
Ayame tapped her chin and absorbed this in. “Touché.”
“And let’s think of it this way,” the voice continued. “This hackings will certainly not cause any sexually transmitted diseases, but what if a sexual predator finds his or her way into a Shell? It’ll almost definitely cause wide-spread panic. Also, hacking into these Shells only for sexual pleasure is a crime in itself. They’re invading one of the natural human rights given from birth – their right to property. Unless an individual had voluntarily put up their Shell for an unknown user to hack into, it will be labeled rape. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.”
“Like date rape drugs,” Ayame nodded. “Well, I could counter you with many technological advance theories – like androids controlled by skilled user on the net, able to do our battles and avoiding unnecessary bloodshed. Or why idiots who bought Shells in the first place deserves to be violated for they are lazy bastards… but I’m afraid I’ll be too passionate about the speech to think over it rationally, so I’ll recede.”
There was a chuckle. “You do realize that this may be a new trend.”
“Excuse me?”
“Partners can now find a way to get into each other’s Shells and… they may completely forget the term ‘abstinence’.”
Ayame rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead. “Why of course. Fuck your girlfriend as much as you want, ‘cause she can’t get pregnant if she’s acting it out from inside a Shell. Brilliant. It’s bad enough males are now able to act horny with their little toys all day long… now this… next thing you know they’ll be making Shells for females… then for the homosexuals. And then they’ll be available for the kiddies to ‘practice’ on!”
“Incidentally,” the voice instinctively caught her off before she started her usual tantrum. “I’ve gathered some interesting lists over your classmates. That is what you asked for?” The voice asked, in a coy sort of way.
“Why of course,” she purred back. “That’s why I built you in the first place, my cute computer.”
The voice did a little ‘Mm’ and started speaking again. “Well, out of the 51 individuals who own Shells in this academy, 21 of whom owning them illegally, and 7 of which ‘shares’ them to an unspecified amount of friends, none of them have ever had their Shells hacked.”
Ayame frowned. “I already knew the statistics, and I already guessed the campus was too secure for some hacker to roam freely in.”
“Ah,” there was a hint of pride in his tone. “But one of these individuals just purchased a newer model. The kind that responds and reacts only to pleasure a male. Shall I define it as… a true and perfect whore?”
“The ST-13?” The red haired girl’s eyes widened. “The sold-out version with that Standard Mode?”
“Interesting to see that Mr. Preston is the owner of this ST-13.”
Ayame blinked. And groaned very loudly. “Preston? Miroku Preston?”
“The one and only.”
“Oh man,” she groaned again. “He’s my lab partner!”
“If I may voice my input–”
“I have to work on my environmental science final with a genius that turns out to be a horny bunny in his spare time. I don’t need a cheeky computer giving me some ridiculously calculated advice right now,” Ayame threw down her earpiece on the mouse pad and pressed the Esc key.
“But…oh alright,” the voice grudgingly followed the command and shut the computer down.
Ayame huffed. “Unbelievable.”
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“Stick close, okay?” Miss Kimishima – Sango – warned as the two stepped into the hallways.
Kagome understood the problem; because of the new privacy policies cameras were banned on school campus, so long as they stayed away from the dorms, that is. Because of this restriction, students were able to do just about anything in the dorms. Sex, drugs, and violence were all too common.
Not that the local authorities could’ve done anything. The academy was full of blue bloods.
“So I thought I could do it doggie-style next time,” a passerby chattered to his group of friends. “You know, after the first time she gains experience and stuff. I bet she’ll howl if I tell her to.”
Sango and Kagome passed them without a single glance at their direction. Not that Kagome wasn’t unnerved already.
They were talking about a Shell.
“Dogs,” Sango muttered more to herself. “They’re just a bunch of dogs.”
“Yeah…” Kagome looked away.
Her room was 314.
“Here are your keys. Keep your ID card, memorize your ID Number, and… that’s it. You know being a tour guide wasn’t bad,” Sango thought out loud. “Maybe I should get randomly selected all the time.”
Kagome and Sango shared a laugh before Kagome opened her door.
It was spacious and already decorated with furniture. Much more luxurious than dorms offered in standard institutions, but left much to be filled and spruced up.
“I like the curtains,” Kagome said. “Silken linens too.”
Kagome turned only to see Sango propped on the doorway of her new living space.
“Just out of curiosity,” Sango started. “What’s your history?”
“History?”
“You know… most of us are blue bloods here. Some of us got on scholarships… people here call them the ‘charity cases’ but only because they’re dunces. What’s your story? Rich family or rich knowledge?”
Sango saw the younger girl pause, looking as if she was determining whether to answer or not.
“If you don’t want me to tell anyone… I’m just curious.”
Kagome held her hands behind her back and smiled tightly. “I’m a little of both. Good IQ, good financial status…”
“Anything specific you can tell me?” Sango didn’t see that this was making Kagome extremely anxious. Not that Kagome was a bad actor; she hid herself well.
But what she said next just about brought on the most awkward silence in the world.
“My dad invented the Shells.”
Those 5 words were explosives to Sango’s cool demeanor. She stayed put, not really knowing what she was supposed to say or do. She wanted to yell. She wanted to sit down. And she really, really wanted to strangle her too.
Kagome was just pleased that she wasn’t being glared at right then. Her tight smile, if possible, grew tighter. “Most girls would hate me. A few of them would worship me like I was the daughter of a genius. Just don’t tell anyone… I don’t know what the guys think of me as. And I don’t want to know.”
Sango’s will to kill the girl disappeared as soon as it appeared. But, as a consequence, her curiosity grew.
“Okay, but…” Sango started, not able to stop herself. “Is it true that you were the inspiration for the first Shell?”
Kagome blinked. She also looked a little flustered. “What?”
The older teen shrugged. “Just…a rumor I heard while back. That the inventor based the prototype of the Shell on his daughter.”
Kagome blinked. Again. “I…wouldn’t know,” she paused. “Then again, it could be possible. He was a pervert.” That’s the one and only reason my mom divorced the freak – Kagome thought, bitterly. “I left with my mom before he made the prototype, so I wouldn’t know…”
“Oh, alright,” Sango shrugged. “Well, I was just curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat,” Kagome ended.
They shared a laugh again; what Kagome said pertained to the stray cats that roamed in front of Sango’s room.
“I’ll keep this our dirty little secret, okay?” Sango winked. “Oh, by the way, you might want to be careful with your neighbor.”
“Neighbor?”
“Yeah… he likes to keep one of his windows open at night. And he has a taste for loud rock music, so might want to shut your doors and windows tight at night.”
“Okay,” Kagome waved as Sango started backing away. “Thanks for the warning.”
“No problem,” she said as she closed the door before her.
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Miroku was minding his own business, finishing up the first half of the science final on his computer when the air conditioner started sputtering away.
“Oh man,” he groaned. “Not again.”
Refusing to get off his chair, he wheeled himself to one of the windows and unlatched the top, letting the cool air rush into the overheated room. His computer switched to the backup battery pack, a mechanism common to this computer.
“How am I supposed to get my part of the final done if the generator keeps failing like that?” he muttered, somewhat incoherently. “Ayame’s going to kill me if I don’t finish this…”
“It’s so hot in here.”
Miroku turned to the Shell lying naked on his bed, the sheet barely covering any part of her body.
“And so loud…”
“Sorry about the heat,” he shrugged. “Can’t do anything about it – some sneaky idiot keeps stealing energy to power up his super computer… probably a zit-faced nerd trying to find hard-core porn… and we did just finish our morning ritual,” he grinned. “Not really smart to do it in this heat, but hey, I have a need.”
“Then why the loud music?” she moaned and sat up, not at all embarrassed that she wasn’t wearing any top.
Miroku paused, and then grinned again. “I’m slightly deaf in my left ear. That’s why I wear two earrings here, so my family members can remember,” he pointed to his ear. “And I wear the earring on my right ear for the sake of balancing it out.”
She giggled.
“But we’ll keep this between us, okay? I never told anyone outside of my family,” he smiled sincerely when she nodded.
Then there was a knock on the door.
“Oh crap,” he stood up, knocking down his chair. “Quick, get in the closet.”
“Aw, why?” she pouted. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“I bought you because people kept complaining about my inability to use abstinence. I don’t need anyone finding out I turned to Shells as one of my coping skills.”
“But why can’t we do a threesome,” she smiled wickedly. “I bet they’ll keep quiet if we invite them.”
He stepped beside the bed and leaned in. “Sorry – I don’t enjoy that as much as I used to,” he tried to grab for the switch hiding inside the panel on her neck when he realized she wasn’t going to follow willingly. But she struggled and squeaked when he grabbed her wrist.
“Oh Miroku,” she moaned as he got on top of her.
“I’m not playing around,” he said, trying to reach for her panel. “Just let me get the… oh what the hell,” he said and grabbed his belt. “How about a quickie?”
“Ten minutes?” she giggled when he grabbed one of her breasts and pulled down his pants.
“How about five?” he smirked. “And get on your hands and knees.”
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Kagome thought she heard a scream, but it was muffled and lost in a chaos of thuds and bangs. She peeked from behind her curtain and watched a silver-haired man stand before her neighbor’s door.
A sweaty man, almost as handsome as the visitor, stepped out. He was tying his black hair as the silver-haired one started speaking.
Kagome rushed to the kitchen and brought out a glass cup, which she placed on the window to hear the conversation.
“– and the power ran out again,” the silver-haired growled as her black-haired neighbor finished tying his hair.
“My air conditioner died three times this week,” the black-haired shrugged. “Doesn’t sound as bad as your story.”
“Just shut up and listen, Preston,” he spat out the black-haired one’s name like a cuss word. “I just need someone else’s consent that this hasn’t been happening only to me. Then I can call in the family lawyer and get a search warrant to arrest this fucking nerd.”
“My dear friend,” Preston smiled slyly. “I don’t think you should go so far as to call in the authorities just because you can’t recharge your Shell.”
Kagome winced when she heard the word ‘Shell’, but relaxed almost immediately when the silver-haired retorted back.
“I was finishing my final’s research paper! And since I used up the backup generator I couldn’t even save the damned thing.”
“You weren’t planning to pay the teacher?”
“I don’t do that! …anymore, I mean,” he mumbled the last part. “Look, just promise to sign the consent forms, alright?”
“Well, Inuyasha, since we’ve been friends for oh so very long,” he said. “I mean…two months IS long, right?”
“Is that a yes or a no?” Inuyasha wasn’t amused.
“I promise my dear friend,” he chucked and held up his hand. “I hold my honor.”
“Whatever that means,” Inuyasha snorted as Preston stepped back and closed the door.
Kagome watched as the silver-haired Inuyasha turn and leave down the hall. However, before he went out of sight, he turned and looked directly at Kagome.
She stared back, frozen with the cup in hand.
He smirked and winked, then turned back and headed out of sight. That’s when she noticed the two dog-ears on top of his head.
Kagome sat there, frozen as a rock.
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Next Chapter: Rumors