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Title: Pretty Kagome: Revised

Penname: SugarRos
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Catagory: Manga/Anime/Inuyasha/Continuation/AU

Genre: Romance/Angst

Status: In Progress

Rating: M (For language, sexual content, and extremely tramatic situations
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Disclaimer: The characters of Rumiko Takahashi-Sensei's Inuyasha manga/anime does not in any way belong to me. I just enjoy placing them in challenging situations.

Summary: Kagome's been thrown a rotten deal in life. Since she's escaped from the orphanage, she's had nothing but bad luck, and her life has taken a downwards plunge, forcing her into the business of streetwalking in order to survive and make money to spring her younger brother out of the orphanage as well. Inuyasha is the son of a politician. Rich, powerful, and not-so-willing of a hero, he stumbles upon her by accident. Little does he know that it wouldn't be the last time they come into contact. And that saving her ends up saving him all in the end.

Teaser:

“She alive?” Miroku asked, peeking over his shoulder in the contrasting light.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled his reply.

“Poke her.”

“You poke her!”

“No, that’s weird.” Miroku turned his head, searching the alley for something. “Look, a stick.” He stated and went to grab it, smiling in an accomplished sort of way as he brought it back and tentatively stretched it out towards the girl.

“What the hell are you doing?” Inuyasha shot his arm out and grabbed the stick, his face twisted into mild humor and slight disgust. “Don’t stick her like she’s a dead cat!”

“Well, I’m not going to touch her with my bare hands. Are you going to touch her?”

“Jesus, I’ll do it.” He grumbled, annoyed but very aware that Miroku was merely pushing him to do what he would have done anyway. He reached out gingerly, resting his fingertips onto her cold shoulder and nudged her a little roughly, taking his hand back and waiting.

Nothing happened.

Both boys stared down at the girl, each starting to think that she just might have died. Miroku cleared his throat and pushed against Inuyasha’s back, edging him on. “Check her pulse or something.” He emphasized.

Inuyasha shot him another glare over his shoulder. “Would you chill the f**k out? I’ll do it, okay?” Again, he moved his attention to the girl, and reached out slowly, grimacing as he touched her neck and felt for a pulse. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt it, surprisingly strong and steady, beating against his thumb. “She’s alive.” He breathed out, much louder than he’d meant to due to mollification. His fingers stayed where they were as he looked down at the girl, more happy than he’d thought he’d have been. And the thought flittered through his mind that she had some pretty damn soft skin considering she was... ah... loose.

Then she moaned, interrupting Miroku’s loud shout of relief and rolled over, molding her face into one of pain. “What...?” She mumbled out, her eyes still closed.

Inuyasha stood and glanced at Miroku, his face snapping back into one of seriousness.

“Let’s go before she comes-to.”

“Shouldn’t we see if she’s okay?” Miroku asked, his attention still drawn down. “Maybe she’ll be thankful and pay us, if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Inuyasha looked disgustingly at his friend for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Miroku was a letch, but sometimes he just went too far. “Shut up, you f***ing perv.” He answered. “She just got pushed around, it probably happens all the time. Besides,” he added, “more likely than not she’s drugged up, anyway.” Even though the thought sped through his mind that she sure as hell didn’t look as if she was on anything. In fact, now that he was getting a better look at her face and body, she looked downright healthy for someone in her line of business.

Her face, first of all, was clean and smooth. Not overly-pimply or scarred in any way. She could have been in makeup commercials, although her looks were kind of plain. Nothing very stunning. She was a little thin for her length, but she was a streetwalker, so it wasn’t all that surprising. He noticed her bright red lips didn’t match her skin tone. It made her skin seem almost transparent next to the neon color.

Inuyasha tilted his head as he watched her come to. The more he looked, the more she didn’t make sense to him. She didn’t smell clean, exactly, but she didn’t stink of semen or musk, outside of the four men who had tried to do her in tonight. She smelled more like shrimp, actually. Like the docks he used to visit as a kid, watching the workers as they transported sea food.

The girl had rolled onto her side, and he finally got a good view of her age. Slightly taken aback, he kneeled down a bit closer, studying her youthful features. “Gods...” He muttered out, more to himself than to Miroku who was still watching from over his shoulder. “She can’t be any older than in her teens...”

It was true, she didn’t look a day over twenty at the most. He leaned even closer, as if in a trace, more curious than anything. Wondering how someone her age could ever become what she had. His frown deepened, and he wondered if she even had a place to sleep. Again, he was buried with an onslaught of realization that she just didn’t smell or look as if she were homeless.

So lost in his thoughts was he that he didn’t notice when her lashes fluttered, or when her lids opened to meet his gaze, and it took him a few seconds before he realized that she was now conscious.

She seemed dazed, but he was frozen, having been caught red-handed in her personal space. Before he could retreat she sucked in a lung full of breath and let out the most agonizing, ear-piercing scream he had ever heard.

Stunned, he didn’t hear Miroku shout out a warning, and he definitely didn’t see her hand draw back.

His brain caught up with him, however, when her palm connected to his cheek, and he felt a slight stinging sensation spread across the left side of his face.

Her face was wild, scared, and really, he couldn’t blame her, she’d probably thought he was one of them. But still, his temper rose, and he shot his head back as if she was on fire, and he glowered down at her. “You b***h, what the hell was that for?!” He yelled, the anger evident in his voice.

“Don’t you touch me!” She yelled back, just as furious. “I’ll... I’ll-” Her voice trailed off and she seemed to fall back into a light slumber, still rather out of it.

Neither of the boys spoke for a few seconds, then Miroku’s voice broke the silence. “Should we take her to a hospital?”

Inuyasha let out a snort as he stood and brushed gutter grime off his jeans. “F**k it. The wh**e slapped me.”

“She thought you were about to ravish her.”

“I’m not f**kin’ like those guys!” He spat, more pissed than he should have been, considering events.

“Yeah, we’ll she doesn’t know that!” Miroku shot back, his ear-to-ear grin returning. “Dude, she totally b***h-slapped you.”

Inuyasha let out a menacing growl. “Shut up.” Then he turned and stalked out of the alleyway. “Let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve worked up an appetite.”

“But the girl-”

“Leave her.” He cut off his friend and turned the corner, anger rushing through him. Argh! See if he ever helped anyone again. Ungrateful b***h.

Miroku shrugged and followed after his friend, with one last glance back at the girl, then to the guys strewn about her. With an ‘oh well’ thought, he turned the corner also, figuring the guys wouldn’t be up and around for a few good days anyway.