Amber Eyes 4/7

[Little Green Miko]

Amber Eyes

A.N. You know what I?m gonna say?And sorry guys- this one?s a bit shorter than the other three. ^^ Bare with me here.

Chapter 4: The Apartment Interlude & Sesshoumaru?s Legacy

?Your prison awaits?? Inuyasha muttered when he caught her depressed gaze, striding through the open door and pausing just long enough to undo the laces of his skates. ?Not poking fun at your taste in clothes but you may as well not be wearing anything compared to those mere threads.? He muttered softly while he kicked his skates off to the side, and peered over at the three stacks of his clothes lining the wall. ?Borrow a shirt or something...unless you want to give my roomie hard-ons the rest of the night. I'll give you some privacy.? He picked up a sticky clump of raven hair and scowled bitterly before he slipped off into the places tiny bathroom.

?Not my fault one of my clients is a full youkai and possessive?? Kagome murmured back, watched him move through the small place and leant against the front door, rubbing her arms, asking herself what the hell she thought she was doing for the second time in a row. Also figuring fast and quick how she was going to get to the one person in Narcotic's organization who hated his guts but worked for him anyway, as an obligation more then by choice...She had no real idea how to get a hold of said personage-but she was going to figure it out. Pressing her lips together she pulled off her boots and stepped up into the room-but didn't go much further. ?...Borrow a shirt he says...tsk-yea, like I'm going to invade his room....or his roommate?s?? She muttered-though didn't quite know why she wouldn't do it.

It wasn?t much of a room, he didn?t even have dressers just merely piled his wardrobe that consisted of a lot of black clothes in an articulately neat pile. At the very bottom rested a polished wooden case, all that stood out against the sea of black. Invading the room or not though the sound of the showerheads hiss was enough to tell her that for the next few minutes she'd have the apartment to herself.

It was now that she really wished she was near to where her things were-but in the end she sighed, giving up and picking through what shirts he did have, pulling out one that had a band's logo on it. Some American band called "Mest." ?Punk...wonder if he even knows them?? She mused to herself throwing it on.

The sounds of footsteps tromped heavily down the hall along with assorted curse words in a language not Japanese. There was a shift, jingle of keys and insert into the lock, turn and kick the door open with a foot. On his hip was a satchel, in his hand a long thin case, nearly twice the size of a guitar and three feet in width, Miroku entered. Kicking the door closed and letting out another string of curse words, he plopped that case onto the table with a heavy Thud!

The shower went silent a few moments after the heavy thud of the table, though the bathroom door remained closed still.

Kagome just sat with her head halfway in the shirt arms hanging out above her head for a moment when the door slammed and the smooth voice chewed through the air. She slipped into the rest of the shirt and peered out from the darkness of the bedroom.

Miroku removed that strap from across his chest and flopped that satchel upon the table with another thud. Taking off his glasses and dropping them on the bag, he ripped the hair tie from his hair, ruffled it and rubbed his face as he trudged into the kitchen, passed the fridge and into the small cabinet they kept the sak?. Grabbing bottle and a much deeper cup, he sat upon the counter and moved to open it.

?The hells got your panties in a bunch.? Inuyasha muttered from the bathroom doorway, clad in a clean pair of pants and a towel that smothered everything from the nose back down his bare back. A clawed hand reached up to lightly dry his hair as he strode out into the hall and peered around for the girl.

Kagome hadn't come out yet-and at this point wasn't sure she wanted to. Miroku was nice and good looking and everything-but she wasn't ready to forgive him for sweeping her up into a gooey mess during that fight. And he seemed to be pissed to top it off, so she just stayed where she was for the moment, backing off from the doorway and rummaging in a box finding old Marvel Comics that had been translated into Japanese.

After the third cup, Miroku propped his foot up on the back of a chair. ?God I hate Americans - this baka attempted to show me up during one of my presentations. which he has no right because each of his works have been discredited.?

?Heh?? Inuyasha waved his friend off to vent as he turned and strolled off into his still darkened room, blink blinking as he slowly reached over to flick the light on. ?Err....why are you in the dark? Your decent right?? Not that he'd let on if he would or wouldn?t mind whether she was decent or not.

Kagome turned half way with a couple of the comics and blinked at him in the sudden light. ?Not exactly decent...I never am?? She didn't answer the dark question, that was something she kept to herself.

?Did I come home at the wrong time?? Miroku called after, setting aside the sake, ruffling his hair, setting his glasses upon the top of his head and moved towards the table, flicking the latches on his case. Slowly he opened the case and pushed back the fabric - revealing the fabric of his brother's tail.

?No Miroku, you didn't?? Inuyasha called back out the bedroom door as he took up a seat a few feet from the girl, bowing over a little as he scrubbed that towel furiously over his skull. Pausing in his vigorous effort once he felt her gaze on him, the hem of that towel coming up just enough to flash an amber orb towards her, devoid of the contact lenses and glittering in curiosity. ?Hm??

She didn't respond right off, instead she just lifted one brow at him, her eyes half-mast and a fairly toneless look on her face. Then she shrugged and looked back at the comics she was holding, flipping one open to read the first few captions as she answered. ?You look somewhat better with your real colors.?

Miroku snapped that case closed, locks following and he sighed, hefting up his items and trudging off to his room. His door clicked behind him and he flopped upon his bed, scooting that long case under his bed - better let the love birds be. He just stretched and moved to his desk, flicking open his laptop and warming it up

?Really?? Inuyasha was mindlessly answering in truth as he pulled that towel down into his lap, running his claws lightly through his silvery white mane in an attempt to tame it down around those damp ears. Of which he picked up a corner of the towel and began to dry them off a little better. Damp ears turned itchy later.

?Mmhmm.? She responded, flipping the comic page. ?I don't know why you'd bother to dye your hair black, or wear contacts. With the people out and about today you can just rat your real colors off as dye and contacts. Who'd be the wiser?? Getting a little bored with the comics she dropped them back into the box and swiveled around to push herself to her feet.

?The idea is not to draw attention, white hair alone just Screams ?hey look over here!?? The hanyou replied matter-of-factly while folding up that towel. ?There?s also the fact that a few people know these colors are real and there not people I'd like suddenly dropping in on me.?

?I suppose...but you still look better-more like how you ought to- with those colors.? She said and meandered into the main room, coming across the left out suit case, and lifting a brow at it-moving to pick at it's locks.

The hanyou was reluctant to leave his seat, knowing by the soft click of the bag that she was snooping. ?Careful Kagome, you never know what will jump out and get you.?

?Kyeh...after what I've been through tonight- I hardly care.? She muttered, and picked the other side of the lock with equal ease-having them both click open and she carefully lifted the lid to peer inside-having that which was in it elicit a smooth gasp. ?Wow...it's so...fluffy?? She murmured-poking at it.

But her hand would be grabbed and that case violently shut, sliding it away from her. ?Do you mind?!?

Inuyasha didn?t interject when he heard his roomie?s protests, but he did peek out into the hall at them, a furry ear twitching a little.

She looked at him as placidly as anything-a small smile curving her lips as he snapped at her. ?Yes, actually I do...That thing has an enormous youki in it. Where on blazes did you get it??

The case was turned and lid opened by Miroku, his hands smoothing down the fur so that it went in one direction. Then he went about securing the fabric that covered it and lowered the lid, flicking the locks closed. ?Don't touch anything in my keep. It belongs to Inuyasha's long dead brother and will be going to his nephew.?

?My long lost nephew?? Inuyasha corrected blatantly before he drew his head back into the room, setting his towel aside as he stretched out with a yawn.

Her brow lifted. If it was the hanyou's why did he have it? He wasn't related in anyway to the boy-as far as she could tell anyway. She snorted. ?What do you think I'm going to do to it- or with it? It's a fluffy thing...looks like Inuyasha could get lost in it?? She sighed. ?Whatever-never mind?? Waving her hand off she went to lean on the window sill and gaze out. She should be figuring out how to contact that person anyway.

?Look?Kagome?this item was one of the very center pieces to the assemble of Inuyasha's brother. it was a symbol of their family, not to mention a weapon - it is Sesshoumaru's tail and every single item that has been recovered concerning him is in my charge until it can be handed over to his lost puppy.? He picked it up off the table. ?You should at least be a bit more respectful - it was your Naraku that killed him.? He turned and moved towards his room.

?My Naraku.....?? Kagome hissed under her breath. That pissed her off. Narcotic was not and never ever would be even remotely considered hers...She wanted nothing to do with the freak if she could damn well help it. She seethed silently, Now she had a real reason to be mad at Miroku.

?I'll translate for my overbearing roomie.? The hanyou muttered as he stalked out of his bedroom. ?It was a demented fashion accessory of a certain youkai that made him look more female than was ever possible. Now that he's dead and ash I have to look for his brat who's probably left mainland Japan to give that ...THING too.?

Listening to the hanyou, it occurred to Kagome, somewhere, that he had less respect for his late brother than she had when she hadn't even known. All the same she bit her tongue and gripped the window pane hard enough to turn her knuckled a bright white.

Miroku dropped that case onto a chair, staring at the hanyou, shoving his glasses to rest upon his head. ?Even in death you do nothing, but mock him! haven't I told you time and time again to show credit was due! Your brother took that blast, which was made for you or have you long forgotten how you would be have been cinder if not your brother jumped before. sure, he didn't live a fortnight afterwards, but he moved to save your life and you still dishonor him and insult him upon death. And it's not just that tail that has to be given to Hitorii - it's his otou's legacy; like how you managed to get Tetsusaiga. we are talking about Tensaiga, its sibling blade and what about that Oni blade resting in your brother's tomb. and right now.? He sighed. ?It's appearing that Hitorii never existed. Nothing in the myths or historical record ever proves that his pup ever went anywhere.?

?Save it Miroku...I told you...he got CAUGHT in the blast, he would never jump in to take a shot for me.? The hanyou sighed as he rubbed his head, peering to the woman who seemed to be seething at the moment as he continued to explain. ?And Tokoujin will remain where it is till its time to destroy it, the blade is too dangerous.?

It also came to Kagome?s attention that if she sat here and listened she could learn all about the boy's past. She'd only rattled off a short rendition of her own-but compared to his, hers was a snap in another day...this somewhat infuriated her more-to think of that-but she continued to hold her tongue. She'd let whatever rattled off them to rattle off-and then go and search for that person. She had to know exactly how she fit into all this.

Miroku just bristled. ?He jumped to take that blast!? He bellowed out. ?I was there, or have you forgotten that Naraku blasted the hell out of my Shakoujou and spirit bindings!?!?

?He was caught!? The boy now bristled and bared his fangs. ?Think about it Miroku....the bastards been trying to cut me down since I was a pup, why the hell would he save my life HM!? He saw me stunned and disorientated and went for the kill, only to get killed! That?s what his wretched prejudges got him!?

Miroku threw his arms up in frustration, and he grabbed up the case and went back into his room, slamming his door behind him.

Kagome flinched just a little at the slammed door, and let go of the window pane, reaching back and pulling her hair free of the low pony tail, playing with the white tie-wrap. She peered sideways at the boy, but said nothing still.

Inuyasha just sighed and ran his claws lightly through that thick mane of white. ?I?ve unrolled a futon for you, sleep in my room I'll be fine out here.? He barely looked to the girl as he made his way out to the small gathering room to settle down.

Kagome watched the boy from the corner of her eye, her mouth drawn into a straight line. ?Thank you?? She muttered almost coldly as she slipped away into the room. She would be getting no sleep tonight.

~End Chap. 4~

[Winged~Trinity]

great job !!! i can't wait for the next one keep em coming!!!