InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bluechat and Blood Ties ❯ Her Tale Part 1 ( Chapter 4 )

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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It was the volume and the rhythm. The beat; she knew just how to work it. The way her hips moved, so entrancing, enticing, so… men were at a loss of words. The music was just for her. It steamed off her body in transparent waves; they called it passion. She called it madness. It just so happened that she could show any guy a hot and sticky pleasure greater than any other without even exposing much skin. She was that good with her hips, her ankles, and flailing arms. The dark locks were a bonus, too.

 

Kagome hated it at night. She looked at him - a new him, one without a name - with an indifferent fervor. She couldn't explain what the beat of the late night club did to her system, but she knew that it flowed through her veins like acid. So she let this guy touch her, move her hips with his. They didn't synchronize well, but she liked his zeal. The way he bit her ear through the thick tresses made her moan like the bitch she knew she was. It was always this; lust, ardor, craving. The need to feel, to touch, to own. She wanted something to call her own for a fleeting moment. Something that could be inside her, penetrate her mind, her senses. Something to belong to her.

 

And she'd long ago realized that she only owned the second. The moment her lips found the temple of a good-looking stranger that invited her to dance. The instant she rubbed her bottom against his crotch, leaning into him, bringing him with her as she bent over, cradling his neck with her hand in sensual motions. The words she told him afterwards, the suggestions; the simple, yet always effective invitation.

 

Do you wanna fuck?

 

She knew it wasn't pure masculine weakness that they always said yes. It was human desire. It was natural. She could always feel it, but she rarely loved being possessed by this need.

 

This time it was quick. She realized she would look like such a whore in her mother's eyes, but the woman was too deranged to notice what was going on in her children's lives. It wasn't like Kagome and Souta needed her anymore. If anything, they were the ones taking care of their mother. When had it become like this? When had the roles reversed?

 

It was Saturday morning. She knew what she wanted to do. It was as gloomy as any other Saturday morning, but there was nothing particular about this day of the week that was notched on her calendar weekly. On Saturdays she was a funeral crasher. The beautiful, black-dressed, mourning funeral crasher. It was oh so tragic.

 

When she saw those people crying and wailing, she cried and wailed, too. When she looked at the empty grave that was always ready to receive a beloved, dead one, her heart reached out to those people who were suffering, hurting horribly because of a terrible loss. A suffocating loss that couldn't be replaced. It was so sad.

 

This time she chose a veil. She chose one because she'd never worn one. It would keep her facial features covered; today she would just be in the shadows. This time it was a little boy; Shippou was his name. The grave marker, it read, `An angel. Beloved brother and son.' And that was it. Small words always conveyed the strongest feelings.

 

Kagome always cried harder when it was children.

 

The mother, Kagome assumed, was devastated. In an act of impulse, the teenager ignored the cover of her veil and rushed to embrace the sobbing woman. The gesture was not unwelcome, as the poor soul wrapped her frail arms around Kagome, squeezing her life source as if it would bring her son back. But it wouldn't. Nothing would.

 

Kagome's dad had never returned.

 

The woman, she sniffled and frowned against the teenager's shoulder. There was always the question `How did you know my son?' Then Kagome would get creative. She always had a story ready to be told. Something fresh for the audience. And then she'd cry some more, because life was so sad, and oh, poor Shippou. She didn't even know how the poor bastard had died.

 

It was usually that she found a weak looking man there. He'd be drenched in his own tears, hating life for being so cruel, but he'd never speak it aloud. Not the way a woman would. Kagome would cling to these men's weakness. She would feed off it and make it her own. She would help them.

 

It was really only one night. It meant nothing, usually. Once it had been otherworldly and she would remember it until the day she died, but anything else just faded into the black corners of her mind. Where darkness lingered.

 

Kagome offered herself to the man she chose at random. It was a bargain of sorts. She tasted their solitude, their wish, their need for the one who'd just died, and they'd take her life force. They'd devour her fervor, her will to just be there, always. Kagome lived for these kinds of things.

 

Just this once it was going to be different. She had realized that from the very beginning and was happy that she had decided wearing a veil. That guy from a few nights before, the sexy one that had given her a hell of a dream the very night he'd fucked her, Inuyasha, he was there, too. She didn't know how he knew the kid and didn't care, honestly. All she cared was that he was somehow inhibiting her.

 

The looks he gave her, the lingering gazes that told her he could see right through her pretense, right through her clothes. It bothered her, the way he could make her want to squirm and be strong at the same time. Resist his charm. When she raised her eyebrows at him, he mimicked her gesture and it pissed her off. Then she looked at the mother once again, proceeding with the invented story on how little Shippou had always been this sweet little boy. The woman seemed surprised and it was often that Kagome didn't hit the mark with the dead people's characters, but she was usually correct. Nobody wanted to hear at their child's funeral how big of an asshole he'd always been.

 

There were always honey-coated words to make everything more sugary.

 

A funeral wasn't supposed to be sugary.

 

When she was done with the mother, Kagome found herself dragged by the elbow to a darker corner.

 

“What do you think you're doing?” Inuyasha's eyes held a fierce flicker to them that entranced Kagome long enough to stare. The man grew visibly bothered by her shameless gawking, so he shook her shoulders for emphasis. He silently demanded explanations.

 

“Walking little Shippou on his last path,” she answered innocently enough, wondering if he would fuck her in case she asked him. But she wouldn't.

 

The obvious confusion was expected; Kagome got that a lot.

 

“Did you know him?”

 

“A bit,” she lied. No, she had never even seen little Shippou, though he looked like a cute kid in the picture. How depressing.

 

Inuyasha's nose twitched, as if he wanted to say something but refrained himself from doing it. He bought the bull, Kagome noticed, and it didn't make her feel lighter. Instead it gave her butterflies. Now other questions would ensue.

 

“So how did you meet?”

 

She had to distract him. It was pretty awkward, the way they conversed like this in a cemetery, while a child was being lowered into his grave for eternity. Inuyasha seemed to have forgotten about that.

 

“How about you?” Kagome replied with a question of her own. She'd learned this trick long ago; she just hoped she could divert him enough for him not to notice.

 

“He was my cousin,” he admitted, a strange noise escaping his throat. It was half a growl, half of something smoother. It was terrifying and overwhelming at the same time. It hurt.

 

“You loved him, didn't you?”

 

The man - he looked about the same age as a teenager himself - scrunched his nose in deceiving annoyance, crossing his arms. Self-preservation. He was being defensive. She knew the signs.

 

Been there. Done that.

 

“Keh. As much as a cousin loves his cousin,” he answered, his eyes averted.

 

Kagome's dark orbs softened, suddenly feeling very miserable. She wanted to share his pain, she really did. It was even a fortune she kind of knew what buttons to push. So she let him go over to his family to grieve his cousin; she told him she'd wait for him at the cemetery entrance. She didn't know why she was doing this.

 

Kagome had never seen her father. For his sake, she hoped the bastard was dead and not away on a `business trip', how single parents always preferred to tell their children.

 

When Inuyasha came, there were tears in his eyes. They were unshed, but still rooted there, clinging to his eyelashes. It made him look special, fragile.

 

Hurt.

 

Kagome had a thing for hurt people. She was one of them. But she was lucky, she had Souta. Maybe this Inuyasha had no one.

 

“Okay, what do you want?” he asked and Kagome said nothing. She just walked and then kept walking, aware that he was following her. She didn't tell him she didn't have any destination in mind; they just walked wherever their feet led them. It was beautiful and unique, the way they shared this subtle experience. Kagome took his hand but still didn't say a word; he took the cue.

 

Then there was a motel. He'd long ago realized her intentions, but this particular motel just wasn't going to do it. Shaking his head, Inuyasha pulled hard on her hand the moment she wanted to enter the door, almost making her stumble.

 

“Let's find any other motel, just not this one,” he said, almost pleaded, looking around nervously.

 

“Why? Worried you might get caught?” she teased, smiling slyly.

 

When he didn't answer, she knew he surely had his reasons and let him lead the way this time.

 

“I just… I ran way from home and I don't want to go back. That motel is a place where I could be recognized,” he found the need to explain.

 

Kagome frowned at his confession; something was not adding up.

 

“If you ran away from home and your parents don't know where you are, then how come you came to Shippou's funeral today? Didn't they try to take you back?”

 

Inuyasha thought a moment before answering then sighed. “My aunt and my father aren't in the best relationship. They don't talk to each other at all; hence, no one from my immediate family knows I was there. And if they'll find out, then at least I would be away when that happens.”

 

She smiled. He was so complicated. Kagome liked men with complicated lives.

 

“Remind me,” she said as she looked around at the places they passed on their way to the motel. “How did I meet you again?”

 

She wasn't sure, but she heard a smirk in his voice.

 

“Baby, you were smoking hot that night,” he told her, turning his head around just a bit, just enough to watch her satisfied smile. Of course she knew she was sexy. It was one of the few things she was; at least she knew how to use her body to her advantage.

 

The evening couldn't get chillier. It felt reminiscent. Almost all the signs reminded her of that night, of those moments when she'd been sure she'd die.

 

Those thugs, those guns, the way one of them had pressed the barrel to Kagome's temple, the begging she'd done. She'd been so innocent back then, too. A virgin even. But they hadn't touched her sexually; they had managed to strike her emotionally instead. There were people that couldn't recover after a near-death experience, weak people. And then there were those who learned not to take life for granted anymore. Kagome was one of those. When she went to all those funerals, it could have been her. She knew that. The person being lowered in the ground, they could have had her face.

 

“Hey, is this one okay?” Inuyasha's voice snapped her out of her thoughts when he showed her a pretty decent motel.

 

“It's perfect, as long as it's not too expensive.” She winked at him. He stopped abruptly, his hand covering his forehead as he grunted.

 

“Damn,” he cursed, remembering he had no money on him. How could he have forgotten about that?

 

“What?” Kagome asked, confused by his behavior. “Do you want to stop now?” She, for one, didn't, but if he was still grieving or something, she'd let him go.

 

“I have no money,” he spoke finally and Kagome laughed out loud. “What's so funny?” he asked, frowning in annoyance.

 

“This. Everything. Fuck.” Soon it would become painful for her to breathe, she knew, and equally soon Inuyasha joined her in laughter. She clung to his shoulders for support, burying her face in his chest while laughing wholeheartedly.

 

There was a moment of epiphany when even Kagome thought she was crazy, but she wanted to do this.

 

“Hey, why don't you come over to my place?” she asked, grinning stupidly. Souta would be so damn impressed. This man was incredibly handsome.

 

His eyebrow rose. Did she live alone? He didn't ask the question though; if she thought it was okay then he'd go.

 

“Sure,” he said, letting her guide him to her home.

 

Soon they were inside, Souta rushing down the stairs to ask where she'd been. The moment he saw her with Inuyasha, he froze.

 

“This is my brother, Souta. Souta, this is Inuyasha.” The boys nodded at each other then Souta grinned.

 

“Getting some action, huh, sis?” His laughter could be heard in the whole household when he ducked expertly the moment she threw one of her favorite pumps at him.

 

Kagome grinned and looked at Inuyasha. “We love each other so.”

 

“I can tell,” he replied with a smirk.

 

She put her black jacket on a hanger in the hall and did the same with Inuyasha's jacket.

 

“Now do you wanna see my room or eat something first?” she asked him harmlessly, smirking coyly when he grinned.

 

“You know what I'd rather eat,” he told her huskily, tracing a suggestive finger down her cleavage. His touch spanked up the heat a few degrees, making Kagome hungry for more attention. Breathlessly, she lead him upstairs to her room, wasting no time before she threw him on the bed, climbing on top of him and biting his neck in a frenzy. He groaned aloud, his arousal evident through his jeans. Kagome loved jeans, especially low-rise ones on a boy. He was so, so damn sexy.

 

Edible.

 

His hands found her breasts and they quickly sneaked underneath her shirt, touching her flesh heatedly. She moaned. It was all Kagome could do not to let the whole house know how much she loved doing this with Inuyasha; there was a strange compatibility between them. As if they were the same.

 

The frantic boy pushed his hands past the waistband of her skirt, cupping her buttocks and pulling her against him, letting her feel how excited he was because of her. She could tell; it was so exhilarating.

 

She pulled him up to undress him slowly, sensually, the way she knew it would drive any man crazy. Her black nails, they caught his eye and something snapped within him. This girl was a fiery vixen. His lips trailed down the column of her throat and she arched against him, forgetting the task at hand for a moment…

 

They were in the middle of their drop trou when he stopped them. She looked at him curiously, watched him frown.

 

“I want it to be different this time,” he admitted.

 

“What?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. Different how? She could definitely do different if he wanted to.

 

“I don't want it to be the same. Can you handle it?” He shut his eyes and shook his head as if the question had come out wrong; of course she could handle anything. She was crazy like that. “Would you mind?”

 

Her confusion wasn't gone, but she nodded.

 

His lips pursed and he seemed in deep thought all of a sudden, as if he wasn't sure he should take this step, but then he approached her, taking her chin in his hand. Blood rushed to Kagome's face, making her feel strangely warm. When he looked at her like that… she couldn't decipher the look in his eyes.

 

Without warning, he brought his lips to hers, engaging them in a full lip lock. Kagome's eyes widened and she stared at the boy, who had his eyes closed. He frowned for just an instant before licking the girl's puffy lips, making her gasp in surprise before he sneaked his tongue inside, taking hers and curling around it, making Kagome want to fight him tongue for tongue, soul for soul. She wanted to stop this madness, this wasn't her.

 

She didn't kiss them, unless they were her boyfriends. It prevented unnecessary feelings, yet why did Inuyasha want this sort of attention?

 

Horrified at what could happen Kagome pushed him away.

 

“What are you doing?” she asked in a hushed, disbelieving tone.

 

His gaze was unreadable, as if he didn't want to communicate at all. “You said you were okay with different.”

 

A feeling of dread spread inside her chest. “This is different? I thought you meant something extreme, painful, I don't know…”

 

“It was going to be,” he said with a timid smile that surprised the hell out of her, “if you let me show you more.”

 

Without warning, he pulled her against him, letting her feel the whole extent of his body, his muscles, his ache for her. He captured her mouth with his again, pushing his tongue past her teeth, caressing hers passionately, taking her breath away. He bent over slightly, making Kagome tilt her body backwards. Not for one moment did she feel afraid of falling.

 

His hands hoisted her legs around his waist and he put his left hand under her bottom to support her body. He was so strong, she noticed. Her hands automatically went around his neck, squeezing with enthusiasm. She grabbed his hair and pulled, tilting his head to one side to gain better access to his mouth. His right hand clutched her side, squeezing almost painfully, but she loved it. He trailed fingers up her spine, scratched his way back down to the waistband of her skirt then unzipped the cloth skillfully.

 

He left her speechless.

 

He couldn't touch her without her feeling ablaze. His lips wreaked havoc on her frail nerves; she was spiraling down towards a place so dark and pleasure-filled that her body could not take it. He made her cry.

 

When they were together on the bed, their clothes shed somewhere on the floor, their limbs entwined and their mouths locked, Inuyasha spread Kagome's legs with his knee, pouring every bit of passion he had into her. His own eyes were moist and he couldn't explain to himself why that was, but he was comforted when he heard the sobs of this girl that wasn't as strong as she seemed.

 

He entered her so slowly, so mind-numbingly. Kagome held in a gasp, her eyes closing tightly and her head tilting backwards, making her spine arch. Full breasts were pressed to his chest, but it wasn't enough. He grabbed her legs and threw them on his shoulders, relishing the new angle of penetration. There was this haze that engulfed them both, making them unable to look elsewhere than into each other's eyes. He held her gaze.

 

There were no words exchanged, no feelings. There was just the moment.

 

He squeezed her breasts painfully, bit the side of her neck, her ear. The girl's lips were so abused, so bloody, but she didn't care. The metallic taste in her mouth was welcome. She wanted to groan in pain, but she didn't. She scratched his arms, hugged him tightly when he changed positions. He rocked against her, inside her, feeling every inch of this girl that made him tremble.

 

She shuddered. The orgasm threw her off guard and her surprise was immense when she realized he was reaching his peak at the same time.

 

It was a first for her.

 

Afterwards they held each other weakly, neither speaking a word. It had been… different.

 

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Early in the morning Souta entered Kagome's room and was surprised to see his sister peacefully sleeping on Inuyasha's chest. They looked so alike, so serene.

 

Inuyasha opened an eye and for a second Souta was terrified, but when he received a warm smile he knew this guy was special. Souta wanted a brother like that. Maybe her sister would keep this guy; he was sure he would enjoy him around more than Miroku.

 

The obviously naked boy gestured Souta to be quiet and turn around as he got out of bed. Souta was aware that Inuyasha wasn't ashamed to show his nudity, but he didn't want the little boy to see his sister naked. Souta didn't see the need to tell him that he'd seen his sister naked plenty of times. She had no qualms about parading around nude with him around, and he'd caught her in the act with Miroku enough times to know how Kagome looked without clothes.

 

Soon both boys were downstairs, preparing breakfast.

 

“So how did you meet?” Souta asked, eating his daily milk and cereals.

 

Inuyasha wondered which version to tell him: at the pub or at the cemetery?

 

“When, yesterday?” he asked instead.

 

Souta cocked an inquisitive eyebrow. “What, you knew her from before?”

 

Would it be wrong to tell the kid he'd fucked his sister before? Somehow, the boy seemed very understanding like that. Inuyasha decided to be blunt. “We fucked before.”

 

“Oh,” Souta said simply. It made sense. Kagome never brought strange guys home. “So why did you come here? Is she going to keep you?”

 

“Keep me?” It was Inuyasha's turn to raise an eyebrow.

 

“You know, let you stay here,” Souta explained, rolling his eyes.

 

When he thought about it, Inuyasha didn't find it such a bad idea. After all, he didn't have a secure place to stay, and he'd help with the chores and bills and all.

 

“Do you think she'd do that?” he asked with a low voice.

 

“I don't know, dude. Depends on how special you are,” he winked. Inuyasha grinned, knowing exactly what to promise her in exchange for a place to stay.

 

Suddenly, a woman entered the kitchen, walking slowly and carelessly. She didn't seem to be focusing on her steps, but on the walls instead.

 

“Shit,” Inuyasha exclaimed, almost burning his hand while frying the bacon. “You live with your mom?” he whispered to Souta. The boy merely shrugged, looking into his bowl as if it were very interesting.

 

Inuyasha pondered his options. This woman was Kagome's mother. He'd fucked her daughter. Twice. The very least he could do was say hello. So he did and she barely answered before sitting on an armchair next to the table. Kagome chose that moment to come into the kitchen, greeting Souta and Inuyasha. The latter noticed that she didn't even look at her mother.

 

“Oh, thanks for breakfast,” she told Inuyasha with a smile, sitting down to enjoy the omelet and bacon.

 

“Say, Kagome,” he interrupted after a while. “Do you, by chance, have any free rooms here?”

 

“What do you mean?” she asked, chewing on a slice of bacon.

 

“I have no place to live and Souta gave me this great idea. Could I live here?”

 

Kagome didn't think much about it. “Mm-hmm. Sure,” she said, looking back at her plate. It would be nice having him around all the time, maybe. Perhaps.

 

“That's it? Wow, thanks. I'll help you with the bills and other stuff,” he promised with an awkward smile.

 

“Of course,” she said, ignoring the fact that her mother had got up from her chair and left the kitchen.

 

“Hey, I don't mean to pry, but-”

 

“She's a bit shaken,” Kagome explained, instantly knowing what Inuyasha meant. “Sometimes she's better. You can't tell when she'll speak or feel like doing anything. We stopped caring,” she said with a shrug, but it wasn't true. She hadn't stopped caring; Souta hadn't, either. They'd just gotten better at pretending.

 

Inuyasha nodded silently, feeling suddenly bad. He didn't know why, but the fact that he'd just entered this family and was already discovering painful secrets made him feel uncomfortable.

 

“Oh, it's Sunday!” Kagome exclaimed, elation obvious on her features.

 

“What's on Sundays?” Inuyasha asked in confusion, noticing how gleeful Souta seemed to be, as well. Was there any brother-sister ritual?

 

“Come on,” Souta said. “We're going to the beach and make fun of ugly ass chicks.”

 

Inuyasha chuckled, the enthusiasm catching him as well.

 

“This time you won't be able to pick up some random guy, sis.”

 

“Huh?” she said, wondering why not.

 

“Well you got Inuyasha with you.”

 

“Oh, Inuyasha's not my boyfriend, lil' bro. He won't mind, will you, darling?” she asked the boy in question, liking the way he pulled his eyebrows together.

 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

 

“It's something we do,” explained Souta. “On Sundays we go to the beach, tan, swim then pick up some random guy or chick. Once a chick liked my sister more than she liked me, that was gross,” he remembered with a frown.

 

Inuyasha laughed aloud, finding the mental image pretty funny. Kagome being chased around by some girl with Souta trying to get the latter for himself.

 

“Oh, fuck it. Let's go,” Kagome said. And they went. They got there and tanned and swam and played around in the water for a while. Souta disappeared after some time and his sister was positive he'd found some sweet piece of ass to entertain himself with.

 

There was something magic in the way Inuyasha swam, the way his muscles worked, and Kagome found herself watching him. Suddenly he wasn't in her line of vision anymore and she jumped nearly out of her skin when she felt something grab her ankles. Inuyasha dragged her underwater, keeping her there for a while until she started struggling strongly. She cursed him when they were above sea, but he stopped her rant with his lips, stealing her words from her throat. It was a torrid day, a torrid kiss, leaving blood boiling in their veins.

 

She wrapped her legs around him and ignored the indignant calls of some old ladies swimming around; if they didn't like what they were seeing, they could just fuck off. Trailing his lips over her neck, her chest bone, her swimming bra, Inuyasha simply pulled her thongs aside, entering her swiftly. The water took away her moisture and he fucked her raw. It was so primal, so passionate that it left both of them out of breath.

 

It didn't last long. Soon they were back on the beach as if nothing had happened, both sexually satisfied.

 

It took Sundays for Kagome to truly feel happy.