InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bluechat and Blood Ties ❯ Her Tale Part 2 ( Chapter 5 )

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.

 

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He hated, hated bicycles. With a blazing passion. Who couldn't ride a bike these days? Well, obviously, he couldn't. His father had raised him in a totally different environment, one in which riding a bike wasn't necessary. It was kind of annoying that it was required of him to be able to, now. Kagome wanted Inuyasha to run some errands and he couldn't do it on time, unless he rode a bike. So he asked her to teach him.

 

Pathetic.

 

“Sorry, bro,” Souta said, already acknowledging the older teenager as a brother. “Not even I can ride that; only sis can.” Inuyasha had only spent a couple of months with them and both siblings had taken a liking to him. He was funny, charismatic, and, oddly enough, very comfortable to be around. Neither Souta nor Kagome minded having him in the same house.

 

And what was oddest was that he'd got their mother to talk. Daily. She was in far better spirits than they remembered seeing her, and that was perhaps because Inuyasha had set his goal to be the stimulation of Izayoi. He tried her to make her normal again, something Kagome and Souta had never had the will to, and the results were magnificent.

 

Well, they were pretty scarce, but still there, so it mattered.

 

Inuyasha was a godsend.

 

“It's a fucking girly bike. The handle bar keeps biting into my knees,” Inuyasha complained, frowning in hopes of not seeming very pathetic. And it was girly. In fact it was pretty small, too, and very uncomfortable. Kagome smirked cockily, deciding to tease him, loving the way he always got riled up.

 

“Quit whining, you chicken.”

 

“I am not a chicken,” he countered as she held the right side of his handle bar and his saddle and tried helping him ride her bike. She knew it was a pretty fucked up one; she'd ran it into a few cars when she'd been angry and now it wasn't the shape it was supposed to be, but it still worked and it was good enough for her. That bike meant a lot to her.

 

“Let me show you how it's done,” Kagome offered smugly after a few more disastrous attempts on Inuyasha's part. He grudgingly jumped off it, watching Kagome expertly press the pedal and not even move it as she was cycling. Then her legs moved so graciously, if you could call it that, that Inuyasha became transfixed. Maybe it was the fact that she had a short summer dress that went up because of the wind, perhaps because she had black underwear (well, she mostly wore black underwear), but it was lacy, too. Damn, he was so hard… from seeing a girl ride a bicycle? That sounded so odd. He couldn't help admitting to himself that he wished she was riding him instead.

 

Damn temptress.

 

They hadn't done it in two weeks, which was longest, because Kagome had been in a weird mood where no one could get to her. Inuyasha was starting to learn more about her with every day that passed. Today was the first day she was spending outside of the house, which was a colossal improvement, and he liked having her around, even if she was laughing at him. He watched her interact with Souta, laughing at him, too. It couldn't be helped that she was the kind of person to make fun of others.

 

Souta had been a bit worried about her, as well, but when didn't he worry? Kagome sometimes inspired fear, but many times she inspired a deep sense of compassion. Inuyasha wanted to protect her. He realized, by studying her relationship with her brother, that he would have liked a sister like Kagome.

 

And the next day, they all found out why she hadn't been herself.

 

Kagome held grudges. It was obvious.

 

After finally teaching Inuyasha to ride a bike - damn, what a pain that had been - Kagome told him that a couple of days before would have been her anniversary with Miroku. If they'd still been in a relationship. Inuyasha had instantly understood her mood and realized that deep down she still loved the guy, but now she hated him, too. She whished she could really, really hurt him, but it seemed the idiot wasn't interested in her in the least.

 

That hurt most.

 

But it didn't matter after a while, because Kagome realized she had Inuyasha now. Well, she didn't have him as a boyfriend, but he was closest to one. She'd almost only had sex with him - there had been two other guys, too, but she'd realized they just couldn't do it the same for her - and she knew for a fact Inuyasha wasn't indulging in his previously utterly rakish lifestyle anymore. They'd come to an agreement of sorts, so did that mean they were friends?

 

Possibly.

 

Fuck buddies?

 

Yeah. That too.

 

And did that make them friends with benefits?

 

Absolutely.

 

It was acceptable, wasn't it? Kagome thoughts so.

 

She hated Mondays. She was always so tired, always so damn moody. It was good that it was summer holiday, because she didn't think she could handle the pressure otherwise. She spent some time with Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi, three annoying girls that liked to call her a friend. Well, she didn't mind, except that she didn't necessarily think of them as her friends, rather more as some acquaintances that happened to like her. A lot.

 

Kagome almost always knew the right things to say, and they loved that about her. She had amazing pieces of advice, great stories to tell, outstanding circumstances she'd lived. She was just the kind of person that could entertain you with just a couple of days of her life, so who wouldn't want her in their clique?

 

The problem was that it just so happened that Kagome was pretty violent when she was pissed, too, so not many could approach her without getting their heads bitten off if she couldn't stand their presence.

 

She was odd.

 

And Monday would start off with dozens of phone calls and text messages from Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi telling her to come to a café and spend some time with them, maybe tell a gossip, a story, a `something'. Anything. They were that desperate.

 

Kagome was tired.

 

But when she showed up with carefully concealed bags under her eyes and a rather conservative dress that still showed off her generous curves, the girls whined in envy. Kagome was a fashionista and had always wanted to become a fashion designer. Or an actor. Or a singer. Instead, she did dog walking, house cleaning, and indoor painting.

 

Yeah.

 

But to paint people's houses was her favorite, because lately she'd had more challenging tasks and had asked the advice of professionals, and she could do a lot of things now. She was very young, but with a steady hand and a lot of talent, which was why some looked funny at her at the beginning, when she said she could do it, but after getting the job done no one ever had any complaints.

 

Kagome liked to paint.

 

“What are you staring at?” she snapped at Ayumi. It was so not her good day and it was quite apparent, since Ayumi was known for her incessant ogling. She didn't do it on purpose, but her eyes were so big and deep that it unnerved a person when she looked at them.

 

“Why are you so bitchy today?” Eri huffed, crossing her arms. She was the only one of the three who dared cross Kagome.

 

“Sweetie,” Kagome said with an exaggerated sugary tone, “you missed the signs over my head that always say, `Warning, Bitchy Attitude.' Just so you know, that's me.”

 

Yuka giggled - she always did that anyway - and Eri scowled in irritation.

 

“So what did you have to tell me, guys?” Kagome asked, cocking an eyebrow after she pulled the shades off her nose.

 

Eri scrunched her nose in a pathetic imitation of a person who was annoyed. “Why? Did you only come here to hear some gossip? Don't you enjoy the time spent with us?”

 

“Oh, of course I do, honey,” Kagome retorted misleadingly sweetly. “But now I'm pretty busy…”

 

“Oh yeah? Doing what?”

 

Kagome remembered whom she'd done the previous night - Inuyasha was The Hunk, but she wouldn't tell them that. However, she bet her salacious smirk told them everything. They shook their heads knowingly.

 

“So Kagome, still living the dangerous life, huh?”

 

The girl in question furrowed her brows. “What `dangerous' life?”

 

“You know, drugs, sex, fighting.”

 

“Oh,” she smiled. “No, not anymore. I'm more of a taaame person right now,” she answered with a grin. She wasn't doing drugs anymore. That period of her life had only lasted two months; she had realized it was stupid and reckless of her to continue. “But enough about me. Tell me something about you.”

 

“Oh, we heard of this guy, Akitoki. He's done something pretty amazing, and he's just about our age. You know Takahashi, the one who owns that mobile phone company?” Eri asked.

 

“He's got a lot of money,” Yuka whistled.

 

“Yeah? What about him?” Kagome's eyes shone out of curiosity.

 

“Well, I heard he hid Takahashi's son, but since the well-known father has no way to prove it, Akitoki was left alone. That's like, so incredible.”

 

“Oh,” Kagome replied with a blank face. She'd have thought it would be something very interesting; this was… plain boring. She didn't even know who these people were.

 

“He's such a sweetheart,” Ayumi sighed dreamily.

 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't like sweet guys,” Kagome mumbled.

 

“Of course; you like the dangerous ones,” Eri retorted.

 

Smiling genuinely, Kagome thought about her house mate.

 

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He frowned. What did Houjo want now? Sighing, Inuyasha pressed Answer and listened to the tense voice of his friend.

 

“Um… Inuyasha?”

 

“Yeah man, what's up?”

 

There was a slight silence that quickly found its death, because Houjo nervously blurted out what he had to say.

 

“I wanna get laid.”

 

“Say, what?” Inuyasha blinked.

 

“I wanna get laid by tomorrow. You have to find me a girl that can… teach me.”

 

Inuyasha had guessed Houjo was a virgin, but to hear it aloud in this kind of situation simply threw him off. He didn't know what to say… Yura? No way; she didn't want to hear about him. Abi? He was afraid of asking her; maybe her catching him with two girls in a bed hadn't been exactly nice. Kaguya? Yeah right, she was a freak! No, he had to find someone suitable for poor Akitoki, and the numbers he had in his cell phone were mostly from really fucked up girls with no patience for beginners.

 

Yeah.

 

“Come on man, say yes. You've gotta find me someone. Didn't you say you were living with a babe?” Houjo asked desperately; it was quite obvious he was pretty frantic.

 

Kagome? Inuyasha frowned, not liking the idea at all. He didn't know why.

 

“Yeah, but listen, why do you need this? Can't you find a prostitute?”

 

“My girlfriend's ready to `move on with our relationship',” the normally proper boy said sarcastically. “And I have to be adequate for her.”

 

“Right,” Inuyasha said. “Right, so I'll tell Kagome and see what she says.”

 

“Oh, thanks man. Then we're even.”

 

“Even, yeah,” Inuyasha muttered, hanging up. It was funny how his stomach seemed pretty disturbed by the idea of Kagome helping Houjo, but he'd ask. He owed it to his friend. After all, he would have never found an appropriate job without the prick.

 

So he called the girl in question, her strong voice intimidating him for just a second.

 

“So did you buy that cream?”

 

“Uh, yeah,” he said, “Hey, listen. I got a question. Actually, I owe a favor to someone and if you help me out I'd be owing you one.”

 

“Shoot,” she said, her attention obviously divided.

 

“Well, he's a virgin. And he wants someone to teach him, you know, the first time,” he told her awkwardly. What would she think? That he'd recommended her because he was fucking her regularly?

 

“Aha. I get you. All right,” she replied, sounding as casual as he imagined she felt. That disturbed him even more.

 

“All right?” he checked, secretly hoping she'd refuse.

 

He wasn't that lucky.

 

“Yeah, I said all right, I'll do it. When and where?”

 

“Uh…” It sounded as if she were a prostitute asking her pimp about her next `assignment'. This was beyond uncomfortable. “Can you do it today?”

 

“Today? That fast? Um, okay. Where?”

 

“I'll ask him where.”

 

And he did and after that he told her, feeling odd throughout this whole experience. He didn't want to think about Kagome teaching Houjo how to pleasure a woman. He knew she had sex with other guys, too, but with a friend of his? And for it to be Houjo's first time? Inuyasha really didn't like it, but he wasn't supposed to. Houjo hadn't liked lying to anyone about him, either.

 

So he had to suck it up. After all, it wasn't like he was in any type of romantic relationship with Kagome. An exclusive relationship? It made him laugh.

 

She was the best choice for Houjo. Yes, she was.

 

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Kagome thought everyone mistook her for a whore. Inuyasha's call had disturbed her a bit, but she'd show him. After all, Kagome held grudges. She'd sleep with Houjo, many times, and see what Inuyasha had to say about it. It wasn't that she thought her house mate held feelings for her, not at all, but it was obvious he enjoyed being intimate as much as she did. There was that hot, strange sexual attraction that ensnared both of them, as if it were something inherited.

 

She wasn't a whore. She just liked sex very much. It wasn't anything abnormal; she'd read about it, and it was perfectly natural. She didn't do it daily, she wouldn't throw a fit if she wasn't well sexed, and she most definitely didn't do it for money. Ever.

 

So she waited for Houjo to arrive and he did. The motel room was pretty clean and cozy, perfect for what she had in mind.

 

“H-hello,” he interjected, clearly embarrassed. Not only would he have sex with her, but he was a virgin, too. It was a pretty obvious why he was uncomfortable. But Kagome wanted to make it as sweet as she could for him, mostly because he was so shy and nervous. So she let him see that part of her that didn't always see the light of day. The gentle, caring part of her. She was a tender lover that night, a perfect friend.

 

Houjo was in love. In those moments he forgot everything about his girlfriend, about his attempts not to let her down. He liked Kagome, very much. All the words she whispered to him… it was as if she knew the exact things to say.

 

At the end he kissed her temple awkwardly - it even surprised Kagome - and asked her if she wanted to see him again. She nodded, figuring nothing bad could come out of this. Maybe finally she'd found someone worth her while.

 

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Inuyasha rubbed the towel against his wet body, enjoying the smooth texture. He didn't like Souta's shower gel for the particular reason that it smelled too pungent, but he'd purchase his favorite brand soon. Inuyasha felt so privileged to be living in this house without having to pay rent. It was almost as if he was part of the family.

 

He'd tried to keep the spirits up in the house, too. Izayoi's birthday was fast approaching and they were all wondering if she'd remember it or at least react if they were to throw her a party or buy her a present. It was a constant pressure upon the siblings' shoulders, Inuyasha had noticed, and from what he'd gathered, their mother's previous birthdays had been really gloomy. How sad.

 

Maybe it was in the air or maybe it was pure compassion, but he felt he had to do something for this woman. Sometimes he spent time trying to talk to her, to get her to respond. Once he'd made her cry. She didn't cry often, so it had been a surprise and he'd been a bit alarmed.

 

And Kagome had some pretty hot friends. The girls, Yuka and Eri, made an incredible threesome. She'd introduced them to him after her `thing' with Houjo. Ever since she had been really odd. Inuyasha wanted to throw something out the window.

 

Houjo had called one day, saying that he and Kagome were in a relationship. This meant he came to visit her a lot. It also meant she was spending spent a lot of time with him, her boyfriend, instead of at home.

 

It felt so weird for him to call it home, and for him to be expecting Kagome to stay home. But it had been inevitable. He had a crush on the girl; it was obvious. Or at the very least he missed her in his bed. Yuka and Eri were awesome, but not enough. They had no spark, and neither did that girl from the mall; what was her name again? Aiko? Ayaka? She had incredibly slim legs, but nothing else, really.

 

Damn, he had it bad.

 

And because he couldn't stop thinking about it, he made it his job to forget. He found a few parties to attend, a few of his old friends to hang out with, even met the infamous Miroku, who didn't strike him as the `bastard' Kagome had made him out to be. But it was obvious that the man had to be really something else for Kagome to fall in love with him; she had good taste.

 

He blinked when the phone vibrated.

 

“Yeah,” he answered gruffly.

 

“Hey, man,” Huojo said cheerfully, a clear contrast between the two tones.

 

“How's it going?”

 

“Good, great. I was calling to talk to you. You know, we haven't talked in a long time,” he said meaningfully. Inuyasha didn't say anything for a while. “Are you avoiding me?” Houjo asked suspiciously.

 

Yes, he was, actually. “No, man, why would you think that?” Damn, those words were so hard to say, but Inuyasha was a pro at lying.

 

“Well, I thought… since you and Kagome were, you know… maybe you were upset that I took her from you.”

 

“You took her from me?” Inuyasha snorted sarcastically, and even if he didn't want to admit it, even resentfully. “We weren't in a relationship, Ho-bo,” he taunted, showing the boy he was ticked off.

 

“Right. Okay, so are you coming to the party today?” Houjo asked, a bit apprehensively.

 

So he could see him show Kagome off at every opportunity?

 

“Sure,” Inuyasha answered, thinking he could finally get over Kagome if he saw her with his friend long enough. Maybe he'd find himself some babe, too.

 

And he had to plan something for Kagome's mother's birthday. Boy, was his life complicated.

 

“Okay, then I'll see you around. You aren't with someone right now, right?” Houjo asked.

 

“You mean, I'm not fucking someone now, right?” Inuyasha frowned.

 

“He-he,” he laughed nervously. “Well…”

 

Before Inuyasha could answer, he received a message at the same time. Not even thinking, he brushed Houjo off, checking his inbox.

 

He froze when he saw that the user `te.amo.in.english' had sent him a note. It had to be his lucky day. The future was suddenly very, very bright.

 

`hey stranger'

 

He smirked, remembering how hot she could make him without even being there. Curious, he looked out the window, but didn't see anyone.

 

`do u live around?' he asked her.

 

A minute passed and she finally answered.

 

`that's for me 2 know and for u 2 find out'

 

Of course. It wouldn't be her if she told him. He kind of liked that, but he kind of really wanted to see her, too.

 

`how's ur day?' he asked, and even he found it out of character for their conversations. She must have thought the same, because she didn't answer for the longest time. Fo a moment, Inuyasha wondered if he'd crossed some invisible line with his question, but why would she not want to talk to him anymore if his questions weren't lewd or suggestive anymore?

 

`hellish. I gotta go to this party I don't want 2, so its pretty nasty. u'

 

Was that a question? He thought so.

 

`well I gotta go 2 a party I don't feel like going 2, too' he told her.

 

What a coincidence. Then came another note.

 

`gr8'

 

He chuckled. He could just hear her sarcasm, even if he'd never actually heard her voice. But he wanted to hear her - so damn much - right now. How fucked up was his life?

 

He didn't say anything and she didn't say anything, either, but it was good to know she was there, she was te.amo.in.english, and she could make him feel better.

 

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Kagome smiled. That `stranger' hadn't said anything after her last note, but it was fine with her. It was great, actually.

 

She'd been wrong. Houjo was a sweetheart, but terrible in bed, and not very entertaining, either. He kept talking about medicine - something that did not interest her in the least - and kept bringing her gifts, which usually consisted of balms or similar cures she did not need. How utterly boring.

 

And Inuyasha was avoiding her like a plague. She'd confronted him about it, but he'd answered that he didn't want to get between her and his friend. He'd seemed so puzzlingly sincere that she'd believed him. And she'd been stung by it, actually. Had she wanted him to be hurt and not okay with her relationship with Houjo? Deep down, had she wanted him to be jealous?

 

How pathetic.

 

She missed sex with him - yeah, it sounded awful, but she was being truthful - and she missed joking around with him, laughing at him. Souta still did those things and now she was the one jealous here.

 

No, she told herself, not jealous. Envious. She was envious. It sounded better.

 

Inuyasha spent more time with her mother than with her! It was outraging! Maybe I could invite him to the party, Kagome thought as she opened the door after the door bell rang.

 

There stood a really beautiful woman, much older than Kagome, obviously. She smiled toothily, Kagome's attention being drawn to the sexy attire that woman had donned.

 

Or… maybe not.

 

Inuyasha appeared behind her and she just stood there as he greeted the woman, calling her `Kaguya'. The supposed Kaguya scratched his arm sensually and Kagome couldn't see his response since he had his back to her, but her whole stomach twisted upside down as she witnessed the passionate encounter. He turned around with a playful twinkle in his eyes, grabbing Kaguya around the waist with his palm on her curvaceous hip - Kagome noticed these things - and gave a sexy smirk.

 

“See you at the party, Kagome,” he said before leaving off with his lady friend.

 

So he was going to the party, too? She was done for.

 

After a couple of seconds of thinking - so no thinking at all - Kagome argued with herself and her growing feelings.

 

`No. What's that about being done for? It's pathetic.' She looked at herself in the mirror, steeling her features. `You're pathetic.'

 

As any other time she did this, her eyes hardened and she seemed much more determined.

 

`That's more like it. I'm strong. I'm amazing. I have Houjo.'

 

Yeah, pitiful Houjo that didn't even know how to dance. Oh, she remembered how well Inuyasha danced…

 

`I'm a looker.'

 

But Kaguya was one, too. And if Kagome would admit to herself, Kaguya had that maturity that only came with a certain age. And it could be sexy as hell to some men. Kagome was certain she had to be at least thirty or something, which begged the question: where on earth had Inuyasha found her?

 

`Fuck it. I'm magnificent and that's that.'

 

Now if she could only believe it.

 

So this was her tale. And before she could torture herself further, her sweet, sweet brother - she'd kill him someday - asked her if she wasn't in a good mood before reminding her of the party that would be soooo awesome. He was attending, too, it seemed.

 

Well, great.