Divine Fallacy

               
Author's Note:

   Hello People! Yes, It is I, NEKO!!!! After a long endless wait, it is now here, I FINALLY wrote a fic. Not just any fic though, an Inu/Kag fic because I felt like it and those two just have alot you can write about. ITS ALL ABOUT THE HUMOR! Anyhow, as you will see, I didn't stick to the original InuYasha settings and plots, let alone era. I was always interested in fics of them in realistic situations of today, I thought they were interesting. Anyway, enough bla bla, I'll write another fic sticking to the storyline some other time. For now, read on and enjoy.

 Review if you wish, they help motivate authors to continue the fic. :3
love to all. Neko Out! :D


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Chapter 1: Beauty And The Asshole


   Looking for a job was never easy, society was always picky on the way people looked. Being the ultimate meaning for shallow, society only accepted people that looked like utter most elegant royalty. However, if you failed to look like so, you were given "The Eye" — Which was simply a subtle little glint in one's eye that silently let you know they weren't taking your ass.

  InuYasha saw every kind there was and decided to call it like so. Why change how you look just to please another? He wasn't even going to be paid to dress like a stuck up, ass kissing, idiot. He was fine the way he was; oversized T-shirts, baggy pants with occasional rips and holes, the long knee length chain from his black leather belt to his wallet, the "skater" shoes as society called it, he just called them comfortable, and ofcourse, the long black hair that cascaded down to his lower back.

  He never really bothered brushing his hair, he was lucky to have the natural silky clean look everytime he just washed it, no knots and tangles ever dared interfearing with his good looks.

  His figure really was attractive, consisting of a semi-muscular body that he kept in shape daily by simply walking to his destinations since his car broke down, a great face structure that he was naturally born with, nice lightly tanned skin, and an almost perfect six-pack. He was damn hot and knew it. Though he wouldn't admit it aloud or even cared, his love of Ramen and doughnuts made him work harder than he should to stay that way. He also didn't parade himself around to show off to the ladies, he just acted like he didn't give a shit, and really didn't either.

  His long hair actually suited him charmingly, he let it grow because he hated haircuts, they never were what he wanted as a kid and it caused him to loathe hairdressers with a passion. The only thing he did keep cut was his bangs, he thought it kept hair out of his face when skate boarding, but contradicting himself royaly, he'd let them grow down to his eyes before considering it was time to liberate an inch or two off of them, or until he'd ram into something or miss a rail and perform a beautiful face first love triangle between he, the cement stairs and the oh so comfortable brick pathway. No, not fun at all.

  His frustrated dark grey eyes searched the newspaper once more as he sat quietly at a table inside Café Megushimi, a local diner that he often frequented. He thought their coffee was simply the best all around and never failed to wake him up nicely every morning. However, it was the afternoon and he was taking a break from his job hunt. Looking for a job was annoying, so why not pay himself to a nice treat of Café Megushimi's vanilla cappuccino and a nice chocolate doughnut? Exactly.

  Taking a sip from his cup, he shoved the news paper down in thought and looked around. The oak colored walls were hugged with framed artwork of famous cafés all around the world, interesting enough to keep looking at? No. His eyes traveled down the wall to the tables for two, which were nicely arranged in their own wall surrounded cubicles while normal tables were also in seperate booths in the middle of the café, other tables were placed alongside the wide tinted windows that could easily see outside, but blind to the interior from the exterior.

  InuYasha noticed the small diner was quite empty for a monday, there was only him and an old man a few seats away by a window, sipping away at Café Megushimi's soup of the day. Then again everyone was working on mondays, everyone exept him and that old geezer, who was probably retired and waiting for his death bed anyday by the way he was eatting, he sipped like there was no tomorrow. InuYasha chuckled to himself, causing the old man to look up in wonder.

  He blinked as the old man blinked back, hesitating to look away but decided not to as InuYasha kept staring. So he wanted a staring contest did he? Old nutbag was way out of his league in this one. InuYasha's eyes shot invisible darts as the senior kept peering. He could see the old eyes mocking him, as if laughing at how the world went kinder on him than on InuYasha, accepting him in any job possible while throwing InuYasha to the curb. Hell, more dramatic, to the curb out in the rain! That's it, InuYasha couldn't take it any longer, he knew the old man was masking himself, acting confused to get pity from the people around him, and he wasn't getting none from him. A sudden urge krept upon InuYasha, uncontrolable and felt deadly, yes, his ultimate weapon! And as fast as a ray of light, it was unleashed.


WRUFF! WRUFF!!!


  InuYasha barked at the old man who jumped, startled by the sudden noise this clearly insane young man was creating. Frightened, he shakingly turned back, and continued to sip his soup to get the hell out of here.

   That's right old man, fear me! InuYasha thought as he looked away in victory and smirked evily, he knew all too clear the man was innocent, he was just bored and felt like entertaining himself. Sip, choke and die. That was InuYasha's main entertainment when he'd see people eatting soup, how funny would it be to actually witness a dumbshit choking and dying on soup? Hilarious!
However, much to his dismay, InuYasha knew he'd have to mature sooner or later, it was just the beginning of summer and college was coming up in four months, he had two months to raise money and then head to a dorm or buy himself an apartment there. He sighed remembering that he'd then have to start job hunting all over again, for the college he was attending was in the next city over.

  He looked back at the old man who was still a little shook, he sipped his soup urgently, causing some to dribble down his chin. He seemed to be pissing himself scared, did his bark sound that frightening? Wait a minute, was that... Ramen?! YES! RAMEN!!! All thoughts forgotten, InuYasha's head swung around to the ordering counter to signal the waitress, but no one was in sight, must all be at the back taking a break since work today was slow. Damnit.

  And then he heard it, the event he's been waiting for all his life but oddly enough, wished he'd never heard. He quickly turned wide eyed at the choking old man. Oh shit.. It was time to bounce the fuck out of here! Grabbing his backpack and skateboard he was out of the seat as fast as you can say "Holy Shit" and headed for the door.

  Not noticing the female about to come in he pushed on the door and sprinted out, knocking her down. "HEY! ASSHOLE!!!!" She screamed, making him turn his head as he ran across the busy street.
"Your fault for being in the way, wench!" He yelled back. What the hell was her problem? He had to get outta there no matter if Pamela Anderson was walking in there. Pamela Anderson? Well no, that would have been one more reason to run out of there actually. Gross.


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   Watching the young man dart off, Kagome huffed and stood back up, evidently pissed off. Have people become such savages in the world? She flipped her long raven hair back, and dusted off her new jeans that clung to her lovely shape like they were meant to be together forever. Her flawless cream toned face frowned as her beautiful coffee colored eyes looked around to make sure no one saw her fall. She really was gorgeous, but denied it greatly as she never wanted to judge herself and be like those fake girls in high school, stuck up and in need to sleep with every male around to be popular. Though ofcourse this would never happen to Kagome, she was way too shy for that, she couldn't even possibly imagine sleeping with a random guy she didn't harbor feelings for, that just wasn't right.

  Kagome sighed, she'd had a bad day and badly needed comfort food to cheer her up, and now with this new addition, she'll need a double helping of food for the embarrassment and for hell of it. Asshole, it's people like you that will make my ass fat! She thought to herself, reaching for the door once more. She was cautious and made sure no one was going to come out again and step on her face this time.

  She stepped inside and sighed in relief, but was quickly alarmed as she heard a wretched sound of air gasping mixed with coughing. Her eyes searched for the source and found it by the window, a poor old man was going blue, choking on his food.

 "Sir, are you alright?!" She bolted next to him, unknowning of what to do. Panic flared up as she glanced around for someone else, "IS THERE ANYONE HERE?! THIS MAN NEEDS HELP!" She yelled as the waitress ran out from out back through the kitchen doors and gasped, she immediately turned to reach for the phone that was hung on the wall.

  What the hell.. That would take too long, the street is full of traffic! She had to do something! What was it again, the thing people did with their arms around a persons torso on T.V.?
Her thoughts were abruptly interupted as the old man, now totally fine, spoke;

"I think I shat myself..."

  Kagome lost her appetite. The waitress hung up the phone and wobbled over. "Oh Mr. Kortomo! Are you alright?!" She asked in a shaky tone, she was still nervous and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.

  "Yes yes.. but that boy.. he.. he barked at me!" The senior almost shoutted as he reached for his napkin to wipe his chin. Kagome dug her mind for a second noticing there was no one else around and realised he was talking about the male who had rudely knocked her over while racing out of the place. What a real crazy asswipe, no respect for anyone! ...Is that Ramen?

  The pleasently plump waitress simply frowned. "Ah yes.. InuYasha, rather a strange young man," She sighed. "He's not doing too well, confused child I'd say. Please forgive him Mr. Kortomo, I will not charge you your soup," She stopped, and turned to Kagome. "And my thanks to you, miss. I was preocupied baking fresh donuts and my ears are clearly failing me as I never heard a thing."
Simply relie Kag Kagome gave the older woman a warm smile. "No problem."

  "Would you like to order?" She asked, pointing at the huge print menu written on the walls behind the order counter. Kagome wasn't sure anymore, she really loved Ramen, but felt like the entertainment of her favorite soup dribbling down Mr. Kortomo's chin was more than she could handle.

"Um.. yes, coffee to go please, two sugars and one cream."

  The waitress nodded and walked back up front to the counter and went back to work. Kagome couldn't help but think about that asshole, why did he sprint off so urgently? Why'd he bark at a poor old man? And why'd he look so good? Wait.. what? No scratch that out. She kind of forgot what he looked like anyway. She walked to a bench at the counter and sat, waiting for her coffee. Part of her was glad she skipped the idea of eatting five lovely calorie filled doughnuts. Maybe her day wasn't going to end so bad after all.

"I think I did shit myself..."

Ok scratch that. "And seven honey covered chocolate doughnuts please..."


    To Be Continued...