InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cup of Coffee ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
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By: DraGonMistress704 
Just wanted some rest...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.02.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 389 | Status: Completed
Just wanted some rest...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.02.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 389 | Status: Completed
Cup of Coffee
Chaper One
Bullshit. Pure, untainted, and very steaming pile of bullshit. But you know what? She can deal with it all now, she can have the fucking responsibility, to which she often accused he didnt have. But you know what? She can kiss a rat's ass, because he doesn't give one anymore.
Inuyasha frowned, sharp golden eyes piercing through his windshield and burning a line in the pavement as he drove down the road. He would have been very satisfied if he could see smoke in the rear view mirror. But real life had a tendency to suck, to he was left to stew in his 1966 Ford pick-up with its squeaky brakes, rust crusted edges, and the back bumper that held on by wires he tied it with to the body. The seats were taped in places, and he was fairly sure the spring under his seat would burst forth and go straight up his ass any moment, but he just continued frowning and gripping the steering wheel, now worn smooth after many years. The rumble of ol' reliable did little to sooth him, which displeased him even more because he loved his old truck, and took pride that the engine still ignited for him.
Though nothing seemed to distract him for long from the folder of papers laying next to him on the seat, plain and simple articles. Articles that spewed spiteful and hated crap. Inuyasha shifted his tense shoulders, the thought of the woman's audacity was furiating. Neglect? How the fuck had he neglected her? He gave her so much, he left her alone to her own devices, which had been just fine with her. Guess this was the bitch that was truely inside of her, the one that had been building over the five years of their marriage.
Kikyo had been a queen, that was for sure...she insisted on being treated like one. When Inuyasha had met her, it was pants tightening, pulse rising, wanna ram the shit outta her lust at first sight. He had come very close to breaking the bottle of beer he had nestling in his lap he had gripped it so tight. The bar had been crowded, the ceiling covered in a nice layer of cigar and cigarette smoke, couldn't hear the juke box with a shit, and all he could see was her. Her skin was ivory pale, and the mini skirt she had been wearing did her legs very nice justice. Those chocolate eyes had looked him over slowly, a smile quirking the corner of her lips...and hell if he hadn't rammed the shit outta her the same night.
Inuyasha snorted and shifted in his seat, his lap growing a little uncomfortable. Oh no, he wouldn't have this reaction to the present Kikyo, no no no...he'd probably get more of a boner in a room filled with women with raging yeast infections. She had been so...cute when they first got married, like a little doll in a quick Barbie wedding where they wouldn't have sex at the honeymoon anyways because Ken's tightie-whities don't ever come off. Ken was missing a very good thing. Then he got promoted to detective, and the hours grow longer, and no matter what he was always on call...and she didn't like that. Nope, Kikyo needed someone around to adore her all day, everyday. The fights started, and they grew louder...and louder...and louder...Then she starts to complain about the apartment, he's never home, why doesn't he take her out anymore, why not a bigger place with that new detective's pay roll? To be honest, he had lost interest in her long before she went to a lawyer. Should have done it himself...
This made Inuyasha frown again and send a death glare to the divorce papers. All during that paper signing meeting, he had the distinct feeling Kikyo wasn't paying her lawyer in cash, but with another little favor...Lord knows how many she had that for before the lawyer, so he can fuck her all he likes, Inuyasha never had a taste for sloppy thirty-somethings.
But, he knew quite well the courts always found in favor of the wife most times, and coming in as the poor neglected little woman who only wanted to love her husband, blah blah, boo hoo, let her spew some more shit. So they settled...and she got everything besides his bank account and pin number. And he had no problem with that. He had grown to dislike that apartment, especially with her in it, often slept at the precinct on a couch in his office. He's never had such a good night sleep than there. With very smart thinking, he kept one piece of his belongings even from her knowledge. He had a loft left to him by a friend who had just been married, and wouldn't need his bachelor pad anymore now that his new wife insisted on a nice house and took her time making it basically her's. At least Miroku was happy with his wife, she doesn't put him through half as much hell as he did.
But being his best man, Inuyasha accepted the offer with a few months rent and fully furnished with everything a man needed. A couch, a T.V., and a fridge to keep beer cold in. Miroku was never one for decorating or cooking, and that suited him just fine cause he wasn't either. So Inuyasha told the captain he needed some time off to "reflect", or in better words get sit faced, after his divorce, and that he'd be gone for about a week. Good-bye ungrateful spoiled little cunt, hello assorted and various beers. This was going to be one week he will not remember.
Inuyasha had no idea, that he was dead wrong.
He rubbed his eyes of a little sleepiness, the trees on either side of the road causing a sort of tiring effect on him. One thing he was a little peeved about was that the loft was in a little town...in the middle of a fucking forest. He's made the trip enough though to get there easily, but the nighttime and the hypnotizing trees were a bother right now. Inuyasha fingered an ear as it popped, since he was elevating up the side of a mountain, and he yawned big, clenching his teeth a little as his jaw snapped to close. He blinked away yawned up tears as he turned the first of a few curves tracing the shape of the mountains.
And as the bluriness went away, he caught a flah of a pale figure streak in front of his truck's head lights. and he slammed his breaks and swerved the wheel tightly because it had appeared so close he thought it might have hit it.
"Fucking Christ!" he shouted as the old pick up didnt handle the sudden turn so well, tires squealing as the rear end swung a 180 and the truck jerked to a stop violently, making him hit his head on the wheel hard.
He sat right back up hands over the spot on his forehead and gritted his teeth as colored spots danced in front of his eyes. He squeezed them shut till they slowed down, and he blinked rapidly and he hunched over a little cursing heatedly. Maybe he should wear his seatbelt, that might be a good idea...
He growled and rubbed the very sore spot, looking in the rear view mirror and could see it turning dark even in the night. He swore sharply and leaned forward to look outside for whatever had caused him this trouble. He saw nothing, which pissed him off even more, cause now he had nothing to yell at or hit. Those gold eyes darkened, and he wretched his door open, making him hiss when the cabin lights turned on and hit his eyes.
He got out with a little stumble, and looked around still poking the sore spot with a tender touch, and strolled to the back of the truck to check if he had done any damage. The bumper had stayed on somehow, and he bend to see under that it didn't look worse for wear. He sighed somewhat relieved, and took another survey of the area, to find nothing again but damp road and rustling trees.
He sighed again in frustration and ran a hand through his raven locks, tugging at the loose braid. Many thought his long hair girlish, but he usually said fuck you, have a nice day to them. He felt very good after those. But there was no one to say any such thing to out here, and he just piled it on top of the divorce, so now he had one more case of beer to compensate. Inuyasha dusted his thighs in one last burst of anger and got back in the cabin, slamming the door closed. He sat there for a second staring at nothing, letting himself dip into a little depression for a moment, but then he shook it off.
"Fuck this shit...fuck all of it," he mumbled as he placed a hand on the wheel, and went to shift back into gear.
"HELP ME!! PLEASE!!"
Inuyasha yelled out as he jumped half way into the passengers seat when a face and two pale hands thumped on his window repeatedly, screeching the plea. He looked on in horror as a girl banged on his car, stopping to spread her hands in his window for a second or two, still screaming her head off. His detective mind noted various bruises along her arms, a few cuts along her cheek, desperate hazel eyes pleading him through streams of tears that didn't seem to stop. Her jet black hair was a mess, a rat's nest, and through her sobbing pleas she would turn to look behind her often, still hitting the car to let her in.
"What the...?" he whispered, regaining his seat slowly. Despite all he saw of this girl, there's was one thing that freaked him out beyond compare...she looked just like the Kikyo he met in that bar, long ago.
"Please! Please help me!" she cried, finally breaking down into sobs that shook her frame, and she moved along the car with her hands, trying to keep herself up, mumbling unintelligible words to herself, almost gasping for breath as if she had been running.
Inuyasha's gut was screaming at him to just put the truck in gear and speed away as fast he could. But you know what...?
"Jesus Christ!" he mummured to himself as he scooted over the seat to open the passengers door, "Hey! Hey girl!"
Her head snapped up in fright, and she looked at him through the windshield with darting eyes between him and the now open door.
He nodded vigorously, "Come on! Get in!"
She let out such a sob of relief he though she would pass out and he almost got out to see she wouldn't, but she quickly gathered herself and ran over and jumped in, slamming the door and locking it with shaking hands. She whipped around to face him and he saw the dark circles under her soft brown eyes looking everywhere in her state of fear. She clasped her hands in front of her, and spoke in a wheezy, out of breath sobs, "Oh my God!...dear God thank you!"
Inuyasha rasied his hands gently, but she still flinched as if he were to hit her, and he backed them up a little. He had clicked over to detective mode, and now planned to get as much information from her a possible, "Calm down! Calm...it's okay miss--what happened? Can you tell me what you're doing out here?"
She cocked her head like a puppy, which he found very wrong that he thought it was unbelievably adorable at this moment in time. She wouldn't looka t him for long, and twitched her head around as if listening and shaked as she whispered, "Y-you don't und-derstand...we h-have to go, we have t-to leave, now!"
He shook his head softly, and slowly placed his hands on hers in comfort, "It's okay miss, you're with me...Can you tell me your name?"
She stared at him with such wide eyes they looked to pop from her head, and she shook her head in turn rapidly, "K-Kagome--listen to me! You have to drive, we have to get out of here! He'll find me!"
Inuyasha just nodded assuredly, "My name's Inuyasha, Kagome...Can you tell what you're doing out here? Who's "he"?"
Kagome grabbed his hands and shook them, "Please can we just go!? He'll find me!"
He paused, and bit his lip a little, "Okay, okay...We're gonna go to the police--"
"No!" she yelled, and wrapped herself in her arms, "I-I can't, he'll kill me, no police, he said he kill me, I can't go--"
"Well it's a little too late for that..." she snapped her eyes to him horrified, like he had called the police, but he merely reached forward and took her hands from her death grip around herself, "You're okay miss...I'm Detective Inuyasha Himoto, and I'm going to help you, okay?"
***oh my god, another one! well, i was just reading Being Backstage, and thought about the whole naraku situation with kagome, and kinda went on my own trial...oh, and this is a note, i will be deleting a couple stories because ive either grown bored with them, or my brain refuses to write anymore for them okay? hope you like this one.
oh, and one another note, this is a starting chapter. what the deal is, i want you to help me with the following chapters, give me suggestions on what you think should happen. should inuyasha take her back to the city? should he just take her to the local police and let them handle it? or should he go along with her, see where she takes him? and if i like what you have to say, ill work it in with what i might have in mind, and ill give credit where its due. enjoy!
Chaper One
Bullshit. Pure, untainted, and very steaming pile of bullshit. But you know what? She can deal with it all now, she can have the fucking responsibility, to which she often accused he didnt have. But you know what? She can kiss a rat's ass, because he doesn't give one anymore.
Inuyasha frowned, sharp golden eyes piercing through his windshield and burning a line in the pavement as he drove down the road. He would have been very satisfied if he could see smoke in the rear view mirror. But real life had a tendency to suck, to he was left to stew in his 1966 Ford pick-up with its squeaky brakes, rust crusted edges, and the back bumper that held on by wires he tied it with to the body. The seats were taped in places, and he was fairly sure the spring under his seat would burst forth and go straight up his ass any moment, but he just continued frowning and gripping the steering wheel, now worn smooth after many years. The rumble of ol' reliable did little to sooth him, which displeased him even more because he loved his old truck, and took pride that the engine still ignited for him.
Though nothing seemed to distract him for long from the folder of papers laying next to him on the seat, plain and simple articles. Articles that spewed spiteful and hated crap. Inuyasha shifted his tense shoulders, the thought of the woman's audacity was furiating. Neglect? How the fuck had he neglected her? He gave her so much, he left her alone to her own devices, which had been just fine with her. Guess this was the bitch that was truely inside of her, the one that had been building over the five years of their marriage.
Kikyo had been a queen, that was for sure...she insisted on being treated like one. When Inuyasha had met her, it was pants tightening, pulse rising, wanna ram the shit outta her lust at first sight. He had come very close to breaking the bottle of beer he had nestling in his lap he had gripped it so tight. The bar had been crowded, the ceiling covered in a nice layer of cigar and cigarette smoke, couldn't hear the juke box with a shit, and all he could see was her. Her skin was ivory pale, and the mini skirt she had been wearing did her legs very nice justice. Those chocolate eyes had looked him over slowly, a smile quirking the corner of her lips...and hell if he hadn't rammed the shit outta her the same night.
Inuyasha snorted and shifted in his seat, his lap growing a little uncomfortable. Oh no, he wouldn't have this reaction to the present Kikyo, no no no...he'd probably get more of a boner in a room filled with women with raging yeast infections. She had been so...cute when they first got married, like a little doll in a quick Barbie wedding where they wouldn't have sex at the honeymoon anyways because Ken's tightie-whities don't ever come off. Ken was missing a very good thing. Then he got promoted to detective, and the hours grow longer, and no matter what he was always on call...and she didn't like that. Nope, Kikyo needed someone around to adore her all day, everyday. The fights started, and they grew louder...and louder...and louder...Then she starts to complain about the apartment, he's never home, why doesn't he take her out anymore, why not a bigger place with that new detective's pay roll? To be honest, he had lost interest in her long before she went to a lawyer. Should have done it himself...
This made Inuyasha frown again and send a death glare to the divorce papers. All during that paper signing meeting, he had the distinct feeling Kikyo wasn't paying her lawyer in cash, but with another little favor...Lord knows how many she had that for before the lawyer, so he can fuck her all he likes, Inuyasha never had a taste for sloppy thirty-somethings.
But, he knew quite well the courts always found in favor of the wife most times, and coming in as the poor neglected little woman who only wanted to love her husband, blah blah, boo hoo, let her spew some more shit. So they settled...and she got everything besides his bank account and pin number. And he had no problem with that. He had grown to dislike that apartment, especially with her in it, often slept at the precinct on a couch in his office. He's never had such a good night sleep than there. With very smart thinking, he kept one piece of his belongings even from her knowledge. He had a loft left to him by a friend who had just been married, and wouldn't need his bachelor pad anymore now that his new wife insisted on a nice house and took her time making it basically her's. At least Miroku was happy with his wife, she doesn't put him through half as much hell as he did.
But being his best man, Inuyasha accepted the offer with a few months rent and fully furnished with everything a man needed. A couch, a T.V., and a fridge to keep beer cold in. Miroku was never one for decorating or cooking, and that suited him just fine cause he wasn't either. So Inuyasha told the captain he needed some time off to "reflect", or in better words get sit faced, after his divorce, and that he'd be gone for about a week. Good-bye ungrateful spoiled little cunt, hello assorted and various beers. This was going to be one week he will not remember.
Inuyasha had no idea, that he was dead wrong.
He rubbed his eyes of a little sleepiness, the trees on either side of the road causing a sort of tiring effect on him. One thing he was a little peeved about was that the loft was in a little town...in the middle of a fucking forest. He's made the trip enough though to get there easily, but the nighttime and the hypnotizing trees were a bother right now. Inuyasha fingered an ear as it popped, since he was elevating up the side of a mountain, and he yawned big, clenching his teeth a little as his jaw snapped to close. He blinked away yawned up tears as he turned the first of a few curves tracing the shape of the mountains.
And as the bluriness went away, he caught a flah of a pale figure streak in front of his truck's head lights. and he slammed his breaks and swerved the wheel tightly because it had appeared so close he thought it might have hit it.
"Fucking Christ!" he shouted as the old pick up didnt handle the sudden turn so well, tires squealing as the rear end swung a 180 and the truck jerked to a stop violently, making him hit his head on the wheel hard.
He sat right back up hands over the spot on his forehead and gritted his teeth as colored spots danced in front of his eyes. He squeezed them shut till they slowed down, and he blinked rapidly and he hunched over a little cursing heatedly. Maybe he should wear his seatbelt, that might be a good idea...
He growled and rubbed the very sore spot, looking in the rear view mirror and could see it turning dark even in the night. He swore sharply and leaned forward to look outside for whatever had caused him this trouble. He saw nothing, which pissed him off even more, cause now he had nothing to yell at or hit. Those gold eyes darkened, and he wretched his door open, making him hiss when the cabin lights turned on and hit his eyes.
He got out with a little stumble, and looked around still poking the sore spot with a tender touch, and strolled to the back of the truck to check if he had done any damage. The bumper had stayed on somehow, and he bend to see under that it didn't look worse for wear. He sighed somewhat relieved, and took another survey of the area, to find nothing again but damp road and rustling trees.
He sighed again in frustration and ran a hand through his raven locks, tugging at the loose braid. Many thought his long hair girlish, but he usually said fuck you, have a nice day to them. He felt very good after those. But there was no one to say any such thing to out here, and he just piled it on top of the divorce, so now he had one more case of beer to compensate. Inuyasha dusted his thighs in one last burst of anger and got back in the cabin, slamming the door closed. He sat there for a second staring at nothing, letting himself dip into a little depression for a moment, but then he shook it off.
"Fuck this shit...fuck all of it," he mumbled as he placed a hand on the wheel, and went to shift back into gear.
"HELP ME!! PLEASE!!"
Inuyasha yelled out as he jumped half way into the passengers seat when a face and two pale hands thumped on his window repeatedly, screeching the plea. He looked on in horror as a girl banged on his car, stopping to spread her hands in his window for a second or two, still screaming her head off. His detective mind noted various bruises along her arms, a few cuts along her cheek, desperate hazel eyes pleading him through streams of tears that didn't seem to stop. Her jet black hair was a mess, a rat's nest, and through her sobbing pleas she would turn to look behind her often, still hitting the car to let her in.
"What the...?" he whispered, regaining his seat slowly. Despite all he saw of this girl, there's was one thing that freaked him out beyond compare...she looked just like the Kikyo he met in that bar, long ago.
"Please! Please help me!" she cried, finally breaking down into sobs that shook her frame, and she moved along the car with her hands, trying to keep herself up, mumbling unintelligible words to herself, almost gasping for breath as if she had been running.
Inuyasha's gut was screaming at him to just put the truck in gear and speed away as fast he could. But you know what...?
"Jesus Christ!" he mummured to himself as he scooted over the seat to open the passengers door, "Hey! Hey girl!"
Her head snapped up in fright, and she looked at him through the windshield with darting eyes between him and the now open door.
He nodded vigorously, "Come on! Get in!"
She let out such a sob of relief he though she would pass out and he almost got out to see she wouldn't, but she quickly gathered herself and ran over and jumped in, slamming the door and locking it with shaking hands. She whipped around to face him and he saw the dark circles under her soft brown eyes looking everywhere in her state of fear. She clasped her hands in front of her, and spoke in a wheezy, out of breath sobs, "Oh my God!...dear God thank you!"
Inuyasha rasied his hands gently, but she still flinched as if he were to hit her, and he backed them up a little. He had clicked over to detective mode, and now planned to get as much information from her a possible, "Calm down! Calm...it's okay miss--what happened? Can you tell me what you're doing out here?"
She cocked her head like a puppy, which he found very wrong that he thought it was unbelievably adorable at this moment in time. She wouldn't looka t him for long, and twitched her head around as if listening and shaked as she whispered, "Y-you don't und-derstand...we h-have to go, we have t-to leave, now!"
He shook his head softly, and slowly placed his hands on hers in comfort, "It's okay miss, you're with me...Can you tell me your name?"
She stared at him with such wide eyes they looked to pop from her head, and she shook her head in turn rapidly, "K-Kagome--listen to me! You have to drive, we have to get out of here! He'll find me!"
Inuyasha just nodded assuredly, "My name's Inuyasha, Kagome...Can you tell what you're doing out here? Who's "he"?"
Kagome grabbed his hands and shook them, "Please can we just go!? He'll find me!"
He paused, and bit his lip a little, "Okay, okay...We're gonna go to the police--"
"No!" she yelled, and wrapped herself in her arms, "I-I can't, he'll kill me, no police, he said he kill me, I can't go--"
"Well it's a little too late for that..." she snapped her eyes to him horrified, like he had called the police, but he merely reached forward and took her hands from her death grip around herself, "You're okay miss...I'm Detective Inuyasha Himoto, and I'm going to help you, okay?"
***oh my god, another one! well, i was just reading Being Backstage, and thought about the whole naraku situation with kagome, and kinda went on my own trial...oh, and this is a note, i will be deleting a couple stories because ive either grown bored with them, or my brain refuses to write anymore for them okay? hope you like this one.
oh, and one another note, this is a starting chapter. what the deal is, i want you to help me with the following chapters, give me suggestions on what you think should happen. should inuyasha take her back to the city? should he just take her to the local police and let them handle it? or should he go along with her, see where she takes him? and if i like what you have to say, ill work it in with what i might have in mind, and ill give credit where its due. enjoy!