Of Two Minds by Indie

So It Begins

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of InuYasha. I do own the plot, and any OC's that may enter the story line. InuYasha and his counterparts belongs to the wonderfully creative mind of Rumiko Takahashi.

How she managed to get herself into these kinds of predicaments, she would never know. She seemed to have some unknown talent for finding the strangest sort of circumstances. And along with it, some very colorful characters. The two standing on her doorstep were of no acceptation.

Correction… There was one human looking being standing on the doorstep of her apartment, holding what appeared to be a ball of white fluff. The fluff seemed to be quite content where it was sitting and had yet to reveal the exact nature of itself.

Kagome, on the other hand, was far from content. In fact, she was rather cranky, given the fact that it was the clock was just touching 3 am. Not that she minded an early morning occasionally. However, certainly not this early, and on a vacation day to boot. Exams had been taken all that week, and now she had a three day weekend in store. And she had plans to relax for once.

From the look on the gorgeously perturbed man's face standing before her, she was sure she could kiss those happy thoughts goodbye. This only added to her lack of apparent contentment.

Gods… Was she tired.

It now seemed her tired mind had decided to play a trick on her. Cocking her head to the side, she allowed her gaze to trail along the toned male body before her. Nice tailored pinstripes covered his long legs, leading to a fine set of hips. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice devilishly wondered what he looked like out of those pants. Inwardly she slapped herself. It had been too long since she had had a date, much less a lover.

She sighed and resumed her perusal.  Toned hips, slim waist. She could only guess that behind that grey dress shirt and fitted jacket were hard abs and a marble-like chest. The clearing of his throat drew her attention to his sculpted neck, high cheekbones, and irritated gold eyes. His black hair fell in straight waves down past his shoulders to the middle of his back.

Her hands twitched. She had a secret fetish when it came to long hair, and this man’s hair was perfection. Upon reflection, her sleep-muddled brain decided that was the exact word to describe all of him-perfection. Meeting his eyes, she stopped her wandering gaze.

Gold met brown and her eyes widened. She only knew two beings that had that specific color of eyes.  One was her best friend, a hanyou with a bad mouth, hot temper and sweet sense of loyalty.  He had been with her through thick and thin, and she loved him for it. Not in the romantic sense. They had attempted a relationship beyond friendship long ago. Suffice to say, they soon realized that they were better off friends. He was currently happy sowing his oats, and she…

Well, she was happy for him. Although, if she stopped to mediate on it, she was a bit lonely. Her schoolwork and internship at the local hospital kept her busy. Most nights she stumbled in the door, only to grab a quick bite, take a shower and fall into bed-exhausted.  So in her mind, logically, she had neither the time nor the energy to pursue a real relationship.

Every once in a while, she allowed herself a break. A luxury to recharge her sanity. Last night had been one of those rare times. Drinks with friends at a new club, Two Minds, in town.  It had been nice. Laughing and dancing with her friends, feeling the week’s worries melt away from her body. It had been a while since she had seen her high school pals, Miroku and Sango, and was pleasantly surprised to see that they were not only getting along, but seemed to be quite in love with each other. The twinkle in Miroku’s eyes, and the blush that stained Sango’s lovely cheeks said more than words.

And once again, Kagome was happy for them. They certainly had come a long way, and she knew that their trials had only served to make them stronger as a couple. If her eyes looked a little blurry, and her smile was a little sad, she simply chalked it up to the alcohol she was drinking. The little twinge of pain she felt she quickly pushed aside.

InuYasha had shown up an hour after she had arrived; bring new life to the party with his crooked smile and dazzling energy. He had been the one to drag her out on the dance floor, holding her hips in his clawed hands and made her sway in such a way that most of the male eyes, and a few female’s were drawn to them convulsively. 

It had felt so good to let loose, and play their little charade. Until InuYasha had consumed a bit too much vodka, and began to rant about the latest antics of his half brother. It was no secret theirs was a loveless relationship built on years of animosity and barely checked tolerance. Only for the sake of their family’s name did they even attempt to be civil in public. It was bad enough they had to run the family company together.

Nevertheless, lately, Kagome had noticed a change in the tone InuYasha used when discussing his brother. It was harsher, more spiteful. She didn’t know why that was; InuYasha remained ever tight lipped about his reasons.

That changed last night. Tongue loosened by his drinking, InuYasha began to spill his guts, figuratively.

“That jackass, still playing the lord of the manor,” he had started. Kagome knew immediately to whom he was referring. Controlling the urge to roll her eyes, she had set down her glass on the bar and looked at him curiously.

“What has Sesshomaru done this time?” she asked.

He snorted.

“It’s not what he has done. It’s what he is refusing to do,” InuYasha growled. “Like a few days off would really make a difference. He thinks I’m incompetent.”

Kagome sighed. This battle was an old one, and frankly, she felt, quite worn out. Two adults behaving as they did were very unseemly. She let out a giggle when she thought of the look the hanyou’s Inu-yokia brother would give her if he knew she thought him unseemly. InuYasha frowned.

“It’s not funny,” he pouted, only adding to her mirth. Slowly gaining control of her laughter, she shook her head.

“No, you’re very right, Yash. It’s not funny that two men your ages act like such little boys. You know, for once, I wish  you two could walk a mile in each other’s shoes. Maybe then you could end this immature feud and work together, like your father intended when he left you the company,” she replied, her tone completely serious as she narrowed her gaze on her now sulking friend.

“Feh… I know all I need to know about that jerk,” he sneered. Kagome just sighed, lightly touching his arm and pulled him back onto the dance floor. Intent on distracting him from his fuming, she pulled him close into her arms, moving to the melodic slow song. Slowly, she felt his irritation leave his body, and the rest of the night had passed without incident.  She had managed to pour herself into her bed around 1:30 am, content in knowing she could sleep late into the morning.

Considering she now had a stranger standing on her doorstep and the clock had only just struck 3:00am, she knew sleep would not be claiming her for a few more hours, if she was lucky. Reality snapped her mind back to the task at hand, or rather the hansom man at hand.

“Can I help you?” she asked nervously. This was certainly a first for her. She had never had a stranger show up like this. Not that she was complaining. Just looking at him could keep her warm for the next month. She realized she was starring a little too longingly at her visitor when his gold eyes narrowed, making her feel as if she was standing nude in front of him, instead of being somewhat dressed in her tank and shorts. She shifted, his lack of communication beginning to irritate her frazzled nerves.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, or why you’re here. However, it is very, very late. So if you have anything to say, I suggest you do so now, before I shut this door in your face,” she told him bluntly, hand on the door, ready to fulfill her words. A finely boned hand shot out, stopping her actions. She widened her eyes, a shiver of fear now coursing through her body. She looked up at him, trying to call forth some sort of bravado.

“Miko,” his rich voice filled the thick silence, causing her eyes to widen even more. Only one person would dare to use her old title.

“Sesshomaru….” she gasped out, her gaze quickly traveling over his form once again. It couldn’t be. As gorgeous as this guy was, he was most definitely human. And InuYasha’s half brother was very much a demon.

“Yes. It would seem we have a problem, and are in need of your particular spiritual skills,” he replied. Kagome took a step back, still trying to grasp what was in front of her.

Gulping, she squeaked out “We?”

Sesshomaru nodded, holding out the white ball of fluff in his hands. Kagome took a closer look at the creature, noting the sharp little ears and extended claws on the snowy paws. It appeared to be a tiny dog of some sort. Then it yawned and opened its eyes.

Gold….They were gold.

Kagome felt her knees give out, and clutched the door in shock.

“Yes… we.” Sesshomaru repeated.

“Oh no.”

A/N: This was originally going to be included in "Kept Promises" But, it is too comical for that plot, and really can stand alone on its own. The idea came to me after reading yet another fanfict about Sessh and Kagome's mating which led to her becoming a demon. It made me wonder how Sessh would feel if the tables were turned a bit. And before someone gets on my case... Sessh's true demon form is that of a white dog. So it stands to reason that if InuYasha was to become full demon as well, his would be a dog form to. At least that's my thoughts. Anyway... I pulled it over from my FF account. So I hope you enjoy.