InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bluechat and Blood Ties ❯ Blue or chat? ( Chapter 2 )

Bluechat and Blood Ties

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I make no money with this story.

Summary: Fate decides to keep their paths apart, yet it takes one night at a pub and bluechat for them to connect. But what if happiness isn't supposed to come about?

Chapter Warning: Coarse language and sexual situations.

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First of all, there was nowhere he could spend the night, especially since Yura had made it perfectly clear that she did not like him very much anymore, particularly because of the humiliating experience she had undergone a week before. Humiliating to her - to him, it had been pretty damn exhilarating.

 

The fact was that Inuyasha had finally run away from home.

 

It was temporary, because he had a creepy hunch that he'd come back dragged by his father's men, but right now he felt the most liberated man in the whole, entire world, so he did the first thing that came to mind in the evening's chill. He shouted blissfully, ignoring the occasional people that turned to watch him curiously. They didn't know. They couldn't understand. Fuck, he was so happy.

 

He looked around, the streets suddenly seeming too empty, too lonely. He felt lonely.

 

Son of a bitch.

 

Swallowing his next random retort, he focused his eyes on a seemingly poor old man on the sidewalk, who was trying to bend over and pick up what looked like a jellylike, edible (well, that one was debatable) object. The man's features, his wrinkles were all focused on the white object, and Inuyasha could see all the creases and folds on his face. Suddenly, the young man felt like doing something good for the world, so he smiled charmingly and bent over to retrieve an… onion? Frowning at the harmless thing in his palm, he held it out for the old man to take.

 

“Thanks, young man,” he said and wrapped his old fingers around it, dropping it in the bag he held in his other hand. “Couldn't have done it myself.”

 

Inuyasha had noticed.

 

Trying not to be freaked out by the incredible devotion that man had had to a single onion - he had watched him try to pick it up for at least a few minutes - Inuyasha continued his walk with the cool wind whipping his face on his first night as a free man.

 

And as a free man he knew exactly what he wanted.

 

There were many women on the sidewalk, many of them looking surprisingly sexy and all prepped, probably heading off to clubs or parties. He wanted to party. Smiling at a so-very sexy chick, he caught her wink and felt proud. I still got it. Women always made a queue wherever he went, but up until now he had never been certain that it had been because of his looks and not his money, except those times he had taken out strangers. He was used to doing it.

 

He liked it.

 

Then suddenly, there was this weird hottie, her hair evidently pulled up under a bizarre, manly hat, which was actually kinda cool, but what with her shades in the middle of the night? The way she walked, how lowly she was whispering in her cell phone, the way she looked around almost, but not quite nervously, he assumed she was trying to keep it on the DL. Her steps were smooth, the Oxford heels she wore making her look crazily fuckable. At that moment, a fantasy with a stuck-up, sexy ass teacher crossed Inuyasha's mind.

 

And then she was gone. Which was a pity, because Inuyasha had wanted nothing more than to get into her tight little pants (or was she a thong type?) and now he had to settle for another. But to him it was like, whatever.

 

Spotting a curvy redhead, her temper threatening to take on the worst beast on earth from what he gathered, he smirked and approached her, his famous smirk in place. She was having a fiery argument with one of her female friends, which he found absolutely sexy. The moment she turned around at his tap on her shoulder, he noticed she had the green eyes. A major turn-on on a redhead. Licking his lips suggestively and watching those same green orbs follow the movement, he suggested, none too vaguely, a passionate night.

 

Sex.

 

It was the best celebration he could think of, and right now this redheaded beauty that called herself Ayame was walking along with him, having slipped her left hand into his right back pocket. When she squeezed, he mentally promised her the time of her life.

 

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Kagome loved him. She'd tried lying to herself, sleeping with other guys, letting others kiss her, touch her the way Miroku had, doing what he'd done. She'd even found herself making requests, challenges for them, trying to see if they could top him, but it wasn't the same. There was no fluttering heart, no queasy stomach whenever they fought, absolutely no steamy dreams. Miroku had been it.

 

Argh! She absolutely hated the way things were.

 

Which was why she found herself standing before the address she had written on her palm. Looking down to check once more (for the eleventh time in the last five minutes since she'd arrived), Kagome asked herself if she was the kind of person to do such a thing. She loved fights, she loved adrenaline, she loved it rough, she loved and hated Miroku, she hated Sango, she hated their relationship, she hated the fact that she had stolen him from her.

 

When she concluded she had enough reasons for what she intended to do, she simply rang the doorbell, cringing when she head the cheesiest tune inside, and waited for someone to answer. It could be anyone.

 

It was a guy. Frowning discreetly, she gathered he couldn't be much older than Souta, which was very, very wrong. Sango was cheating on Miroku with this little runt? She found it absolutely revolting and her need to pound the shit out of that woman doubled.

 

“Sis'?” the guy called into the house, oblivious to Kagome's reluctant relief. “There's some weird lady waiting for you.”

 

“Who is it?” Kagome heard the familiar voice that had plagued her nightmares for the last week.

 

“Come down,” he shouted and went back in the house, not bothering to invite Kagome inside, but not telling her to keep standing in front of the door either.

 

When Sango saw her, the shock was sheer and readable on her face.

 

“What are you doing here?” the taller girl asked, her words hushed as if she didn't want anyone to overhear.

 

Just cause she was feeling bitchy, Kagome replaced normal talking with high-pitched yelling. “Hello, Sango, nice to see you too.”

 

Said girl covered her ears and flinched, opening the door further and motioning inside. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

 

Kagome smiled, deciding her home looked better, even though it was clear Sango had more money. This house… it lacked the cozy feeling, and, of course, the delicate and demanding taste. Kagome had it, Sango obviously didn't. Take that, Miroku.

 

“I can't do this here,” Kagome muttered and shook her head, holding her bag tighter. She ignored Sango's inquisitive eyes and took off her Oxford heels, cursing her choice for the evening. Silently and conspicuously, she opened the front door and placed the shoes on the door mat. Then, to make it even odder, she took off the scarf she had around her neck and stuffed the bag with it, then placed the bag next to the shoes. Smiling yet again, she gestured Sango to meet her outside, which the girl did. After a couple of seconds of looking at one another, Kagome took the first swing. Powerfully, with all the bitter resentment and sense of humor, Kagome punched Sango right in her jaw. It hurt her knuckles and stung a bit, too, but it felt so damn good. Giving a short laugh as Sango recovered from her shock, Kagome dodged the swing that could have been Sango's first, but she wasn't able to predict the second try. It was evident, though, that after a while Kagome still had the upper hand. She had planned this in advance, after all. When she was satisfied her ire had been reduced, she let Sango breathing heavily on the ground, trying not to lose touch with reality.

 

Kagome supposed that hard punch against the poor girl's temple hadn't been very nice.

 

Shrugging mechanically, Kagome put on her shoes and winced when she felt her sore eye ache. Fully prepared, she took out a pair of sunglasses and noticed something on the couch inside. Deciding she didn't mind adding up yet another sin to her impossibly huge list, she stole the male hat and put it on her head. She might look ridiculous with a manly hat and glasses in the sheer evening, the whole getup toppled by her Oxford heels, but she thought she looked sexy because she felt sexy, so she didn't care about foreign opinions. A twisted sense of satisfaction was already alive inside her gut.

 

Walking on the streets quickly, she felt like a villain when she called Souta and started whispering to him instead of talking normally.

 

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Okay, the redhead from the previous night had been a handful. Actually, her boyfriend had been a handful after the wild sex. Inuyasha hated possessive boyfriends. He couldn't understand people who actually wanted an exclusive relationship. He, himself, had tried it a few times, but it had ended with a lot of shouting and screaming from the female, because he simply couldn't keep it in his pants.

 

Or so he'd been told.

 

This time it was a pub. He wasn't too fond of pubs, but why not? He ordered a screwdriver and, fancy that, there was a hot babe sitting right next to him. He ogled her legs - what amazing legs - then his eyes reached her short and rather tight skirt. He could just see those legs wrapped tightly around his body later on, after a couple of dances, after a couple of drinks, a couple of steamy words.

 

The fact that he barely had any money did not help much with Inuyasha's mood, but he tried to ignore that fact and enjoy what he had. Freedom. The liberty to choose whatever he damn wanted, and that was more than he could've ever asked.

 

That, and he didn't have to see his father's face ever.

 

Suddenly, a true, exotic beauty entered the pub, holding the arm of a man Inuyasha was not keen on seeing again. It had only been a day and he already had someone else? The bastard, Kouga, as Ayame had screamed the previous night, had obviously been unable to forgive his girlfriend for her indiscretion, and now he was with this… insanely amazing creature. Her legs went on and on forever until they disappeared underneath that ridiculously short, black dress, a pair of familiar Oxford heels (everybody wore them these days) and faultless accessories. He was a sucker for the accessories. She'd gone golden tonight, and it went perfectly with her dark eyes. Inuyasha was sure Kouga could not appreciate this girl's taste.

 

But it wasn't her choice in clothing that he found most fascinating; it was her stride. She walked as if she owned the entire world, as if she should be worshipped, loved. If he were to guess, this girl was actually pretty lonely at heart. His kind of girl.

 

Gritting his teeth, he looked away. He didn't want another fight with Kouga, especially if his goons were waiting outside, as usual.

 

Instead, he found his cell phone very interesting, activating his bluetooth and checking if there were any persons to connect with. He'd tried to hook up with a girl before, but it hadn't been successful. His luck was improving day by day though, so he just had to keep trying.

 

He texted, `hi there. m/f?' and checked the list of people who had their bluetooth activated. The user `te.amo.in.english' caught his eye and he clicked on that name, sending the note.

 

He waited for an answer and looked around. Suddenly, it seemed as if everyone had pulled their phones out of their bags. Groaning at his luck, he realized he couldn't know for sure who he was taking to yet, if he was talking to anyone, at that.

 

A vibration told him he'd received something. Eager to get feedback, Inuyasha read the note.

 

`very f. u?'

 

At that moment, Inuyasha nearly squealed in delight. He checked the pub again. There was not one ugly-looking girl inside, so whoever this was, it could only end up amazingly. For a second he thought that the person he was talking to was outside the pub, but he ignored that. He just had a feeling that this girl was inside.

 

`m. r u in the pub too?'

 

Inuyasha smirked, looking around. Kouga's girlfriend had gone to the ladies' room, probably to `powder her nose' or `put on some lipstick' - again - as girls always did. He found it absolutely unnecessary.

 

`smth like that. in for a lil chat?'

 

He smiled at the answer, looking around and seeing a… guy looking expectantly at his phone?! Freaked out, Inuyasha typed eerily fast.

 

`r u sure ur not a guy?'

 

Horror gripped his insides and he felt suddenly sick. What if this guy was feeling funny today and was trying to play a good one on him? Fuck. Looking around, he saw the guy typing - oh, no - and a couple of girls, too. Breathing in relief, he found it easier to believe that he was, indeed, bluechatting with a girl.

 

`last time i checked, the only place you could fit a dick on my anatomy was inside my cunt.'

 

Inuyasha felt a deep groan bubble up inside him at that one and darted a glance at Kouga, who suddenly seemed very lonely and perhaps even a bit intimidated?

 

This chick he was chatting with certainly had a twisted and incredibly arousing sense of humor.

 

`i'd like to try that,' he typed, waiting to look around and see the girls' reactions. One of them looked at her phone after some good seconds, but she didn't seem very interested. After a couple more seconds, she seemed to text back.

 

`i'd like to see you try'

 

He chuckled and noticed Kouga's girl was back. She gave her boyfriend's earlobe a discreet lick - yuck - and sat back down next to him. Smiling, the girl traced unconscious patterns on her phone, appearing interested in whatever Kouga had to say.

 

Inuyasha's gaze rested on a blonde who was typing something. Promptly, he received a note.

 

`i have a habit of fucking strangers'

 

Wow. That was blunt. Inuyasha's malest pat of his anatomy was pretty up and ready to go, and quite honestly, he wanted to build this feeling more before going for the game.

 

`do u now? and what do u do to them?'

 

If this girl gave him phone sex, he'd marry her. He felt so incredibly turned on at the moment, especially whenever he was looking at the blonde and seeing she was typing something with a sexy smirk on her face. The fact that he kind of knew it was her, but still wasn't sure made it incredibly exciting.

 

`push them against a wall,' she typed and he frowned at the short answer, but then he received another one and realized he was going to have an onslaught of notes. Sexual notes.

 

`put my hand on their mouth and not care a bit if they bite'

 

The last word sent Inuyasha into a frenzy.

 

`lick their neck. make them bleed. have them make ME bleed'

 

Oh, dear God, this woman was a dream. Across seats, the blonde was staring pretty intensely at her phone. He smirked.

 

`unzip and catch between my teeth, inside my mouth, up and down, slowly and really, really wet'

 

Blood traveled south and Inuyasha couldn't really think, it was becoming increasingly hot in the pub. He ordered some whisky, hoping to distract himself from so much imagery. There was something very hard poking between his legs and if he didn't do something about it he might burst.

 

`u and me. alone. where?' he typed, too hot and bothered to care about anything else.

 

He saw Kouga getting up and the woman following him towards the exit, her phone in her hand.

 

`u r such a hasty 1' was all he got in return.

 

Inuyasha blinked at the note dazedly. Before he could try a different approach, he realized the girl had deactivated her bluetooth. So much for Bluechat.

 

Well, it had been crazy while it had lasted, but Inuyasha really needed to get laid. Staring at the blonde he thought was his mystery girl, he smirked and walked towards her, noticing she was staring expectantly at the phone, when…

 

She started crying hysterically, spilling the content of her Tequila Sunrise on the floor angrily and making a dash towards the exit, leaving Inuyasha in a daze.

 

It hadn't been her.

 

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Kagome felt pretty damn bothered. Imagining having sex with an unknown guy was proving much more of a turn on than she had originally thought, especially since she had no idea how he looked. This… dude had started bluechatting with her, and, of course, she hadn't passed such an opportunity. It was shameless, harmless flirting, even while sitting at the same table with Kouga, her date of one day. This guy seemed too possessive for her taste, but she couldn't wait to see how he was in bed. If she had to guess, she'd say his rough part would come just about as soon as they got into bed.

 

He had to have something better than Miroku.

 

Closing her eyes, she remembered the cheeky words she had typed. Luckily for her, she could type her messages without looking at the phone, and that was a bonus for when she was on a date, like now.

 

The mysterious `catch.flies_withurmouth' had made her pretty horny, even though he hadn't really done anything (she'd practically done it to herself). The comment about the unzipping had been a hint at his Bluetooth name; she just found it too incredible.

 

Smirking at Kouga, she wondered if she should have gone off with the stranger instead, but she hadn't wanted to check in the pub to see who she was talking to, so she had no idea who he could be. Better Kouga than what could prove to be a nerd with a tiny… thing.

 

Yeah. Miroku could suck cock for all she cared.