Part 7: Black Car

          Three days later, Kagome stood in front of the gates to the Kimadora mansion. A swarm of reporters and paparazzi crowded around the gates like vulture. Kagome frowned, there was no way she was going to get into see him. She caught sight of three guards standing on the inside of the gates. She wove through the crowd until she managed to find her way to stand in front of one of the guards.
          "Um. . ." She started. "Would it be possible for someone to give Inuyasha his wallet?" Kagome asked warily. The people all around her were shouting and shoving against her and she felt incredibly nervous with them pressing in around her. She held the wallet through the iron gate.
          The man stared at her coldly. "Please step away from the gates, miss." He said curtly.
          "What? Look, I just want to give-"
          "Please step away from the gates, miss!" he repeated more forcefully.
          "Look, if you could just give this to him-"
          "I asked you to step back!" The man said angrily and pushed Kagome backwards through the gate.
          "Hey! What's going on?" A familiar, gruff voice barked.
          "Inuyasha!" Kagome exclaimed.
          Inuyasha peered at her, head hanging out the window of his black limousine. He was on his way to the office, already an hour late, and the crowd outside his home was holding him up. He hadn't expected to see Kagome, but it really ticked him off that he had seen the guard push her. "What are you doing, you idiot! Let her in!"
          The gate screeched open wide enough for Kagome to slip through, and Inuyasha threw the door of the limo open for her. She climbed in, awkwardly aware of the flashing cameras all around her.
          The interior of the limo was cool and dark and smelled of leather along with a lingering twinge of Old Spice, most likely coming from Inuyasha himself. Inuyasha looked fine today, he looked great, she noted. Gone were his chocolaty eyes and raven hair, replaced with his normal silvery locks and flashing golden eyes. Kagome realized she was staring, and she felt her cheeks warm.
          "Um. . .here's your wallet. . ." She stuttered, tossing it into his lap.
          Inuyasha's eyes widened, "Oh, I didn't realize I'd forgotten it."
          Kagome wrinkled her brow irritably, "You didn't notice? There's like six thousand bucks in that thing!"
          Inuyasha nodded, "Yeah."
          The fact that so much money meant so little to Inuyasha practically knocked the wind out of Kagome. To have enough money that six thousand dollars could go missing without your noticing. . .
          "Why did you go through my wallet?" Inuyasha asked softly.
          "I didn't. Miroku-"
          Inuyasha felt an unwelcome surge of anger at the Kikyo look-alike. "Did you not know it was mine?"
          "No, I knew-"
          "So you always go through things left in your apartment?" he accused.
          "You jerk! I traipsed clear across the city to return that miserable wallet to you, and you're just complaining that I looked inside it?" Kagome demanded resentfully.
          Inuyasha's gaze intensified, and his golden eyes swiftly darkened. "I'm sorry." He whispered huskily, his face suddenly very close to hers.
          "Wha, what?" Kagome stuttered, rattled by his closeness.
          "I'm sorry. . ." he repeated, lips nearly touching hers. His breath was warm on her lips and she was frozen for a moment as she realized what he was going to do.
          Kagome jumped out of her daze and shoved him away from her, burning indignation filling her. "Let me out!" she cried, and the driver screeched to a halt. She glared at Inuyasha, insulted, "I'm not Kikyo." And exited the limo in a flash.
          Inuyasha sat silently staring out the open door. She was right. . . For a moment, in his mind, they had been the same person. . .For a moment, Kikyo had been sitting beside him. . .but she wasn't Kikyo. "What happened just now?" he croaked, disgust pouring into his stomach as he thought of his actions, then clamored out of the car after her.
          Kagome stormed down the street, refusing to look at the limo or at the hanyou she was sure was following her. She crossed her arms and marched on, her sandals slapping softly on the concrete sidewalk.
          Inuyasha chased after her, not really sure what he planned to say. Down the street, he noticed a black car. It sent off sirens in his head, but he had no idea why. In a flash, the vehicle swerved off the road, heading directly at Kagome.
          Kagome glanced up from her angry rush away to see a black car speeding directly at her. She managed a shrill cry, but just as it should have stuck her, she experienced a strange sensation of flying, and she looked up into Inuyasha's face. He had saved her life again. . .
          Inuyasha landed with a grunt, prepared to destroy the vehicle if it tried again. It was already speeding off in the distance and out of his sight. "Damn!" He swore and sat Kagome on the ground.
          "Inuyasha. . ." Kagome murmured, soft surprise filling her voice. "You saved me again." And collapsed into a dead faint.
          Inuyasha sighed and threw her over his shoulder like a bag of grain and carried her to the limo. It looked like he wasn't going to make it in to the office today.