InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Collection of Thoughts ❯ The Prostitute ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Wish I did though... (who doesn't?)

 

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The Prostitute

 

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Looking forwards and backwards, she nervously tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her neck. Was it okay? Was this okay? Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around her body, protecting herself from the evening chill. The city blared with life, but she felt alone. Sticking a hand in a pocket and holding a cigarette in the other, she crossed the street quickly, her heart pounding in her ears.

 

She didn't know why she felt this nervous. After all, it was her job. The job that brought her the money to take care of her old grandfather and her sickly brother. Perhaps it had something to do with the location.

 

She'd been asked to meet him in front of the new building on May Street.

 

Was this okay?

 

She looked down to her feet and scrunched her nose at her own worn out shoes and ripped red stockings. Not to mention the way too short skirt that hung to her hips perfectly, showing off her curves. But she'd had to wear a comfortable, red sweater against Kouga's rules. As much as she understood why he insisted that his girls wore shirts that showed a large amount of cleavage, the evening chill was enough to send her convulsing. So she'd made sure it was a sweater that was adequate enough as to show her smooth shoulders, but long enough to cover her hands so she could avoid gloves.

 

It didn't get any easier. It never did.

 

Glancing at her watch, she furrowed her brow and kept walking, the sound of her heels against the ground repeatedly slapping her eardrums.

 

He'd said his name was Inuyasha and that he wanted her to meet him in front of the new building on May Street. Wasn't this… suspicious? She could have easily found his apartment… why did he want to meet her in such a place? If her memory didn't fail her, May Street was the place for the strangest… accidents.

 

Shuddering, but not in fear, Kagome bit her lower lip as she kept walking.

 

Suddenly, she found herself in front of the building, facing a gorgeous man. Breath caught in her throat, she inspected him subtly. He was well-built with long, silver hair and… golden eyes? However, she caught herself quickly when she realized he was checking her out.

 

She walked up to him and raised her gaze to have it connect with his.

 

“Hey,” he said, his voice a bit rough and hoarse, like he didn't want to be doing this, either.

 

She nodded without saying a word as she brought the cigarette to her lips and inhaled. Smoking didn't bring her the pleasure her friends had guaranteed, but now she found she couldn't stop. It was more than habit. It was a fact of life.

 

She caught him openly staring at her lips holding the cigarette in between and felt something akin to disgust.

 

Another pig…

 

“You want one?” she asked, her voice different somehow. Raising an eyebrow at the sound of her own voice, Kagome motioned towards the cigarette so he understood her point.

 

“Oh… no, thanks,” he said quickly, as if realizing he'd been caught gawping. “Come on,” he said, encouraging her to follow him. Trembling nervously, she trailed after him, not daring to say or do anything except stare at his back.

 

He was slightly weird, what with that red leather jacket of his and low cut, baggy jeans. He seemed to have style, because that horrible combination looked wonderful on him for some reason. Like he owned it.

 

Kagome's hair insisted on misbehaving and she kept tucking it behind her ears, until it eventually fell completely out of her loose bun, so she had to undo it. When she brought her left hand to grab the cigarette from the right one so she could use it to scratch the right size of her neck, she caught sight of a purplish bruise on her left wrist. A dreadful feeling crept up her spine as she remembered what had caused the bruise. Who had caused it.

 

Sick people…

 

She could only hope Inuyasha wasn't a sadist.

 

All too soon they arrived in front of an apartment block, a few blocks away from hers.

 

“I'm Inuyasha, by the way,” he said from in front of her and stopped to lead her inside the block.

 

“I know,” she said, deciding against the elevator. “Kouga told me.”

 

She saw him frown at the mention of her boss's name, but didn't say anything.

 

The silence continued until even after they entered his apartment, when all she did was take off her shoes.

 

She stared at his clean bedroom and rubbed her arms nervously as she watched him look for something inside the drawers of the night table. He seemed so engrossed in his quest that she took it as a cue to stare shamelessly at his pictures and other stuff.

 

In some of the photos he was either hugging or kissing a girl that strangely resembled her. Did he have a girlfriend? A… wife, perhaps? Shrugging, she figured it should be none of her business. He was an adult; he could make decisions of his own.

 

“Aren't you gonna tell me your name?” he asked from behind her and she quickly whirled around, embarrassed that she'd been caught staring at his photos. Peering at the night table, she found she knew what he'd looked for. A condom.

 

She shook her head before curtly replying, “No.”

 

Taking off her sweater slowly, she threw it on the floor and watched him frown and try to avoid his gaze from resting on her generous cleavage.

 

“Why not?”

 

His tone was brisk and somewhat tense, but she was unrelenting.

 

“It's against the rules.”

 

“To tell me your name?” There was a permanent hostility in his words, a slightly irritated tinge to it, like he expected more from her and knew she couldn't give it to him, but tried to coax her into doing it anyway. It made her feel weird… it made her feel already naked.

 

This man didn't look like he wanted to urgently fuck her. Actually, he didn't look like he wanted her for this purpose at all.

 

“It's Kagome,” she said, knowing she wouldn't get this done otherwise. “But don't tell my boss I told you.”

 

Nodding with a sigh, he took off his jacket threw it next to her sweater. What was the matter? Why wasn't he undressing? Perhaps he wanted her naked first?

 

Kagome looked for an ash tray and left the cigarette there. Biting her lower lip, she started to take off her shirt when she heard a grunt.

 

“Don't.”

 

Looking up at Inuyasha, she didn't know what to do. What did he want her to do?

 

“How old are you?” he asked, looking a bit flustered.

 

Frowning, she tried to understand what his game was. Maybe he got off on knowing random things about her?

 

“Twenty.”

 

After a while, he was still sitting on the edge of the bed and she was still standing awkwardly, looking at him.

 

“So... am I staying?” she asked, unsure if he wanted her to leave or stay. He blinked up at her, but otherwise said nothing. “If not… could you give me some money for a taxi?” She didn't want to tell him her apartment was close by, but she really needed some money now.

 

Inuyasha didn't seem like a normal man, she decided. He looked miserable. Maybe he'd broken up with this girl from the photo and wanted to get her back now? Or maybe he was just… lonely. But he should have called someone, a friend, a relative.

 

“Do you live alone?” he asked suddenly, his eyes an unreadable mystery.

 

Oh no, he didn't! They wouldn't go to her place!

 

Seeing her stumbling for words, he shook his head and flicked his hand. “No, we're staying here, don't worry.”

 

Breathing in relief, she closed her eyes and fought off the tears. “Yes… with my grandfather and my... brother.”

 

Souta, dear Souta. Was he going to die? Her heart hurt at the thought. The last thing innocent Souta needed to know was how his sister got the money they used to pay the bills and the food.

 

She'd been too young, too inexperienced to do anything else when her mother had died, leaving her the only one able to care for her old grandfather and ill brother. And now, when she could finally do something else, she couldn't get rid of Kouga. He'd threatened her four times already; she really didn't want to risk her grandfather or brother's lives.

 

“All right,” Inuyasha replied gently.

 

“Are we going to start?” she asked impatiently, anxious to end this as soon as possible. The sooner the better. It was always like this for her. The feeling of helplessness, the outer body experience that she never welcomed. Would Inuyasha be rough? Would he be disgusting?

 

She shuddered involuntarily and looked away from him, waiting for his answer.

 

Words never came, but she saw him lift himself from the bed and step towards her.

 

She raised a hand and he stopped.

 

“The money,” she said simply and he nodded. She seemed desperate for it. After she shoved it in the pocket of her dress, she nodded and he stepped further towards her.

 

It wasn't easy for him, either. He'd thought it was going to be very short and fulfilling - fucking a whore then forgetting all about her, but the moment he'd seen Kagome he'd realized she was a human being, just like him. He realized he couldn't use her and then just toss her as if she were an object. Against his will, he found himself wanting to please this miserable girl.

 

Jesus… she was pathetic. Beautiful, but pathetic.

 

What was her life like? Did she suffer much? She looked like she did. How had she ended up with a bastard like Kouga? There were so many questions that begged for a reply and Inuyasha wanted them all answered, but he knew she wouldn't engage in such a meaningless conversation.

 

Perhaps it was better to do it faster? After all, he'd decided to do it just to take his mind off his life. His break up with Kikyou. But somehow, this didn't matter anymore. That sly bitch wasn't worth mentioning or worrying over, but this girl, this broken girl was. She seemed lifeless, and somehow, this made him want to breathe life into her.

 

Fuck, I'm getting soft…

 

“All right,” he heard her say as she slowly took off her stockings. God… she was gorgeous.

 

Already feeling his member start to harden upon the visual, he stifled a moan and approached her to undress her himself. He wanted to get a response out of her, to bring her some pleasure. It went beyond his reasoning.

 

She understood his intention and stepped out of her stockings as she ruffled her hair slightly. His tentative fingers traced her soft skin as he pulled the straps of her shirt off her shoulders, lowering his head and trailing hot lips on her smooth skin.

 

Kagome almost shivered, but she caught herself just in time and waited for his next move. He was gentle and passionate so she wouldn't have to worry about bruises or flesh wounds. It was comforting, but disturbing as well. Did this mean he would make her enjoy it?

 

Somehow, this thought scared her more than anything. She couldn't enjoy it. She wasn't supposed to.

 

Inuyasha took her ear lobe between his teeth and bit it seductively as his fingers traveled down to her zipper and fumbled with it. Slowly, agonizingly, he took off her skirt and let it drop to the floor as he nibbled her collarbone. The shirt would have to go as well.

 

In his haze he hadn't noticed her take off his own shirt, but he didn't care.

 

As soon as they were both naked, he took a moment to look at her beautiful body. She had a few scars and he really didn't want to know the reason behind them, but otherwise, she was perfect. If he didn't know better, he would have said she was innocent.

 

Unwrapping the condom, he slid it on his rock-hard member and almost hissed in pleasure.

 

Squinting, he led her backwards to the bed and pressed her against the sheets, keeping his body painfully close to hers as his hands touched every inch of skin available.

 

It was a contest now, a war within to make this lifeless doll experience pleasure.

 

Her eyes closed tightly as he licked her breasts torturously, intently avoiding the nipples, before he finally bit the pink, erect nips. He watched with morbid fascination as she swallowed a pleasure-filled moan, averting her eyes and squeezing them shut.

 

So this was how it was going to be?

 

Determined, he trailed the tips of his fingers all along her body, coming to rest on her inner thighs that he rubbed tenderly, sensually. She almost looked in pain when his middle finger traced her moist inner folds.

 

She was already wet, wasn't she?

 

Somehow, this thought brought him a deep sense of satisfaction. It was the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt, if he could recall correctly, and this alone made him anxious to continue.

 

But on the other hand, he felt repulsed. Repulsed by his need to do this, and with a hooker no less. He could have easily called some of his fan girls - they followed him everywhere every time until he finally told them to fuck off. Then why had he felt the need to do this with someone he didn't know? Was this some kind of sick closure for him? It could be…

 

He sometimes dreamed of a perfect relationship, with an ideal woman that spent her mornings, days and nights in his bedroom, wearing his larger clothes and watching the sunrise with him. He could clearly see that perfect woman writhing under him in undeniable pleasure, desperately begging for more as he professed his carnal lust and passion for her. They would be tied by bonds stronger than any words… but these were all dreams, of course.

 

Somehow, he could easily think of this girl that tried with admirable desperation not to feel anything from this degrading act that should be divine, as that woman. She had that inner innocence to her, that spark he needed in his life. But she was empty… a shell, no longer to her full potential. He didn't need that... he didn't want that.

 

But he could bring her somewhere higher, even if she wanted it or not, and he would do it.

 

Seeing he had no chance of bringing her on the verge of climax in this rhythm, he decided to cut the foreplay and hope he would be enough for her to let herself go.

 

Her body was perfect; he felt physically drawn to her, but this wasn't all. He made her his goal. The probably unreachable goal of making her squirm with pleasure.

 

It was ridiculously ironic, really… how he offered all of himself to her, the woman he didn't know, begging for her to accept this gift and take it wholly. But she was seemingly paid not to feel anything.

 

No, that was not true, he corrected himself. She obviously felt something, if her scrunched eyes and pursed lips were proof enough, but she stopped herself from expressing it. She rejected pleasure entirely.

 

Was it really so embarrassing for her to let herself go?

 

It probably was, he realized. She probably felt dirty… she probably felt lower than any living being. And truth was, she probably was all those things.

 

In a fluid, graceful motion, he pushed himself inside her, filling her to the hilt, and he started with a slow rhythm that was sure to arouse her. He found himself lost in this pitiable girl that swallowed her own bliss in favor of maintaining stray bits of her so called dignity. Didn't she know she was lost?

 

She seemed to struggle on the sheets under his body weight, stirring new aches inside him. He couldn't see her eyes, but that was okay. He didn't need reasons now, didn't look for answers. All he wanted was the key to her body's secret… the slot to her passion.

 

He wanted her to touch him, to allow herself to feel him.

 

A few times he imagined he heard her moan, but wasn't sure if it was real or not. It could have been, but then again…

 

Implacable, Inuyasha repeatedly changed the pace, watching her brows furrow and her knuckles become white from the grip she had on the sheets around her. The bed screeched a few times, but they paid no mind to it. It looked like the walls wanted them to finish as they shook with massive restraint. Or so it seemed.

 

Even though it was obvious, he felt compelled to ask her, “Do you like it?” Pounding furiously but sensually inside her, he asked, “Tell me… do you like it?”

 

She remained silent however, but he didn't give up. Biting the side of her neck playfully, he slowed the movements but made sure they brought more contact, and he felt her quiver under him. For a few moments, he felt her walls constrict around him, but it could have been a simple spasm. Her face was as usual; he could tell her restraint was great, and he somehow admired her for this. She was denying herself something so gratifying. Something otherworldly. Something that was getting dangerously close to completion for him.

 

His mind became blank when he felt his member enveloped in a warm rush and he stilled against the silent body underneath him.

 

Breathing heavily, he left his lips hover above her shoulder as he tried to balance his breaths.

 

After a few long seconds, she squirmed awkwardly under him, making him snap his gaze up at her. Her read her uncomfortable expression and cocked an eyebrow.

 

“Could you…?”

 

He looked down to their still joined bodies and mumbled an apology before disentangling himself from her with a moan. Rolling his condom off, he watched her clumsily dress herself.

 

He'd failed, hadn't he? Perhaps he had brought her over the edge, but he couldn't be certain of this, could he? This made him strangely miserable as he saw this girl pick up her sweater from next to his jacket and put it on quickly.

 

All of a sudden she was dressed and still standing, facing away from him. Clearing her throat as she didn't trust her raw voice, she whispered, “Can I use your bathroom?”

 

He nodded in reply, but realized she couldn't see it. “Sure,” he told her, almost ashamed of his dejected tone.

 

After a while, she came out of the bathroom rummaging through her pockets and taking out a pack of cigarettes. Her fingers trembled slightly and she closed her eyes for a few seconds, before lazily dragging them open.

 

“Do you have a cigarette?” she asked him, hopeful, embarrassed, somewhat reluctant.

 

“No,” he answered simply. Another failure.

 

She nodded. “Sure,” she said. Offering him the slightest of smiles, she hurried out of the bedroom and fumbled in the darkness of his hallway. He vaguely heard the door open and close as he tried to sort his thoughts.

 

He felt stupid for wanting to please a whore. Didn't he know better? Scrunching his nose, he realized he really was upset he hadn't made her give herself into him entirely, like any woman should do with the man she decides to let pleasure her. But she didn't want to be pleasured, did she? It was all business. Money.

 

Maybe this girl would never find her happiness. Maybe Kagome would never find pleasure. In some way, he felt guilty for taking pleasure in something she did not allow herself to. But he couldn't do anything about it. It was too late.

 

Perhaps he could ask Kouga some things about her, but would it be wise? Wouldn't it put her in danger?

 

No, it was better like this. Now he could start anew. He felt like he already forgot everything about Kikyou and her unfaithfulness, about his sorrows and failures. Inuyasha felt new.

 

 

 

 

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A/N: Okay, I am going to say this once. I will not continue this one. It's a oneshot from my 'collection of thoughts' with other similar, but not so similar oneshots that will come up soon. Hope you understood the depth. Even if to you it might seem shallow, to me it's not, for some reason.