InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ For the Love of a Child ❯ Two Hearts in Pain ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

 

 

The Houshi’s and Kagome are slowly climbing up three flights of stairs to their apartments.  Miroku, heaves a heavy sigh.  “Man, I’m beat,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.  “This sure was some night!”

 

“You can say that again,” says Sango with a yawn.  “It’s going to be hard for me to get up in the morning.”

 

“Can’t say that about me Sango.  I’m off,” says Miroku smiling.  “And my plan is to sleep the whole day through tomorrow.”

 

“Not if I can help it,” says Sango.

 

“Huh?” asks Miroku curiously.  “Why?”

 

“Don’t you remember Miroku?  You promised we’d move the furniture around tomorrow.”

 

Miroku rubs his chin thoughtfully.  “Now I don’t remember making any promises like that.”

 

“Mirokuuuu,” says Sango sounding dangerously close to losing her temper.

 

“Awe come on Sango, we’re both tired.  Can’t we do it some other time?” whines Miroku.

 

“Uh, huh.”  Sango looking angrier as she crosses her arms over her chest.  “What ever happened to ‘oh yes Sango.  Next time I have free day off I promise I’ll help you?”

 

“Well…uhhh”

 

“It’s not as if you’ll be doing it all alone, you know.  We’ll be doing it together.  So, you’re not getting out of it this time husband.  Tired or not, you ARE going to help me!”

 

“Would you like me to help out, Sango?” asks Kagome cheerfully.

 

“No that’s alright, Kagome,” says Sango concerned.  “You’ve been through a lot tonight already what with Kouga and all that.  You need your rest.”

 

“Oh, come on.  I’m still pretty strong.  See?”  Kagome flexes her arms and smiles.  “I can at least handle some of it and with all three of us moving your furniture, it can get done a lot faster.  That way, you and Miroku can both sleep in.”

 

“Ahhh, once again my sweet…sweet angel of mercy is coming to help in my time of need,” says Miroku dreamily.

 

“Miroku!”  Sango quickly turns toward her husband.  “Shame on you!”

 

“What?” he asks taking a quick step back.  “I’m just agreeing with Kagome, is all.  We can really use her help.”

 

“How can you even think of asking her to do such a thing?” says Sango angrily narrowing her eyes.  “Kagome’s not my husband.”

 

“I know that but…”

 

“You’re my husband, right?!”

 

“Yes but…”

 

“Then you should be my big strong man around the house … not Kagome!”

 

“But Sango, my love…my dearest one, even big strong men need to rest,” says Miroku pleadingly, “and I worked so very, very hard, all week, not to mention driving you out to the club tonight.  Don’t I at least deserve some kind of reward?”  He walks up and gently lays his head on his wife’s shoulder, placing a pouting look to his features.  “So pweeease, light of my life, my love, have pity on this poor, poor worn out soul and let me shweep in.  Pweety pweese?” 

 

Sango again narrows her eyes at her husband.  “Oh, you’re just impossible,” she says frustrated and pushes him away.  “Will you get off me, already?!  Geez!”

 

“It’s ok, Sango,” says Kagome with a giggle.  “I really don’t mind.  I have nothing special to do tomorrow anyway, so I’ll be over…uh, what time should I come over, Miroku?”

 

Placing his key in the door lock, Miroku smiles.  “How does, one thirty, sound my sweet angel?”

 

“Miroku!” says Sango reprovingly.  “You can’t just …”

 

“One thirty, it is,” laughs Kagome with a nod.  “Really Sango, I don’t mind helping you guys.  It’s good for me to stay busy.”  She shakes her finger at the young couple as they open their door.  “Now remember you two.  I’m going to be doing this so you can sleep in.  None of that hanky panky stuff I hear so much about!”

 

“YOUR HELP WILL BE GREATLY APPRECIATED SWEET ANGEL!” yells a male voice beyond the door.

 

“Shut up, Miroku,” says Sango pushing her husband further in the room and closing her door.  “Good night, Kagome.  Sleep well.”

 

“Nite Sango,” replies Kagome with a smile.  “NITE MIROKU!”  There is a muffled sound heard from the other side of the closed door.  Kagome stretches and yawns.  (Guess I’d better get some sleep too.  They have a lot of heavy furniture, and Sango can be quite indecisive at times.  Meaning I’ll not only need all my strength tomorrow but all my patience as well.)

 

The young woman walks to and unlocks her door to enter her apartment.  She reaches for the light switch when suddenly she’s grabbed, by her arm, then her face and body are harshly slammed against the wall, knocking the wind out of her.  A hard body pushes her against the wall.

 

“Welcome home Kagome,” whispers an unsettling angry voice near her ear.  The woman’s heart skips a beat as her eyes widen.  “I’ve been waiting for you.”

 

“Wh…who are you?” whispers Kagome trying to turn her head.

 

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me Kagome.  That really hurts my feelings.”

 

“Houjo?  Is it really you?”

 

“Oh?  I guess you do remember me.  That’s good.  Very good.”

 

“What do you want?  How did you get in here?”

 

“Your landlord let me in,” replies Houjo quietly.  “He was so very accommodating.”

 

“You’re lying!” accuses Kagome.  “He wouldn’t have just let you in here, without my permission.  So how did you get in?”

 

“I’ve told you already,” replies Houjo with a slight laugh.  “Your landlord.”

 

“Why?  He’d never go against the lease like that!”

 

“Until now, you mean.  You see I called him and told him I was your guest, for the weekend…that somehow, I’d managed to misplaced the key you gave me.”  Houjo raises a shiny metal object for the young woman to see.  “Then he so graciously came all the way here just to offer me this copy so I can get in.  That was so nice of him, don’t you think?”  Houjo places the key in his pocket.  “Said to tell you not to worry about it.  That he was going to change all the locks on Monday.”

 

“You liar …Ahh!”  Houjo’s hand tightens around her wrist causing tears to spring to her eyes.

 

“What did you say?” he says angrily.

 

“You’re…you’re hurting… me!”

 

“Am I?  So sorry about that.  It’s just when someone disappoints me, just as you have tonight, I tend to forget how so very strong and powerful I can truly be.”

 

“Why are you here Houjo?” says Kagome painfully while fighting to get free.  “I’ve done nothing to you so why are doing this to me?!”

 

“You hurt me,” replies Houjo holding the woman still.

 

“No, I didn’t.  I haven’t seen you since after Souta’s funeral.”  Kagome jerks her arms.  “Now… get off me already!”

 

“Hmm.  Guess you won’t understand unless I explain it to you.  Well you see bitch, I’m speaking about tonight!”

 

The woman ceases her struggling.  “To…tonight?”

 

“That’s right, Kagome tonight.”

 

“What about tonight?” asks Kagome nervously.  “What have I done to cause you to hurt me like this?”

 

“You weren’t here bitch!” Houjo replies through gritted teeth.

 

“I wasn’t supposed to be, was I?” asks Kagome confused.

 

“Oh, yes bitch.  You were.”  Kagome begins looking more confused with the situation.  “Care to explain to me, where you’ve been all fucking night?  Why you’ve kept me here WAITING?” he slams Kagome’s face against the wall, delighting in the sound of her groaning in pain.

 

“Oww!” says Kagome painfully.  “Stop it!”

 

“For six long fucking hours bitch I’ve been sitting here … WAITING for your ass to come home!  Now you know it’s not polite, to neglect your guest bitch.  To leave them alone … WAITING,” Kagome kisses the wall once more and feels her blood begin trickling from her mouth, “all fucking night!”  The hated man’s lips slightly brush against her ear.  “So, tell me, my sweet.  What do you have to say for yourself, hmm?”

 

“I…didn’t know?” says Kagome, finding it hard to breathe.

 

“You didn’t know?” whispers Houjo pushing harder against the young woman’s already abused body.  “Is that what you just said?”

 

“Yes.  I’m sorry, ok?  Now let go!”

 

“You’re sorry hm,” he repeats as if considering the woman’s words.  “Nice try Kagome but…somehow, sorry doesn’t seem to cut it.  It lacks certain… information.  So, let us try this again, shall we?  Now… where the hell, have you been all this time?” he asks in a strange calming voice.

 

“I went out,” says Kagome, struggling hard to free herself from the man’s painful grip.

 

“Good girl,” he says nodding calmly while tightening his hold on the woman’s arm.  She responds with a painful groan.  “So, you went out, did you?”

 

“That…that’s right.”

 

“I see.  You…went out.  Out, with that bastard, DEMON?”  Houjo again angrily slams the woman’s body against the wall.  “Well bitch?  Am I right?”

 

“I don’t understand this Houjo,” asks Kagome with tears falling from her eyes as more blood trickled down her face.  “What is it you want?”

 

“Want?”  Houjo again tightens his grip on and twists young woman’s arm causing her to again cry out in pain.  “I would think my note explained it well enough, didn’t it?”

 

“Note?” asks Kagome becoming more confused.  “I don’t remember seeing any note.”

 

“Don’t give me that bitch.  I pinned that fucking note on your damn door, remember?!”

 

“But that was…the note nev…”

 

“Bitch!” yells Houjo jerking the woman’s arm back.  “Don’t fucking lie to me!”

 

“Ahh!” she cries painfully, her knees beginning to buckle.  “Stop it!”

 

“The note clearly stated I’d be coming over, did it not?  And yet you weren’t here waiting for me!  Why is that Kagome?  Whatever happened to those saintly morals of yours?”

 

“Stop it Houjo!” she painfully begs.  “Please!  I can’t stand it anymore!”

 

“Stand what Kagome?  Oh, you must mean… this!” hisses Houjo pulling her arm up higher while pressing her body even harder against the wall causing her to cry out even louder.  “I’ll ask you once more bitch!  Why weren’t you here waiting for me?”

 

“Because…because…!” cries Kagome tearfully still struggling to breathe.  “Your… note it…it never said when you’d be here.  I went… ahhh!” screams Kagome as her arm is again painfully jerked back.  This time, she hears a slight pop in her shoulder.

 

“Why?!” whispers Houjo angrily.  “Why, go OUT with someone other than me Kagome?!  Aren’t I good enough for you anymore?”

 

“I…didn’t…know,” begins Kagome becoming more fearful of the man.  “Please Houjo let go.  I…I can’t breathe.”

 

“You didn’t know, eh?” repeats Houjo in an uncaring tone.  “That’s really funny Kagome.  I mean, the note was on your damn door, wasn’t it… in plain sight?!  So how the hell could you not have known I’d be here?  Did you suddenly forget how to read, is that it?!”  The man again pulls Kagome’s arm up as far as he can.  “Answer me, damn you!”

 

“Ahhhhhh,” screams the woman.

 

“Kagome, Kagome…your answers are making me feel…sooo disappointed.”  Houjo tries to slowly pull the young woman’s arm back even further.  “I do so hate being disappointed.  Do you like disappointing me?”

 

“Please…I’m begging you, stop.  Let me go and… we’ll talk.”

 

“Oh, so now you want to talk, do you?”

 

“Yes!  We can still talk, can’t we?  I’ll tell you… everything if you’ll just stop… hurting me.”

 

“Interesting.”  The man gives a short laugh, lowering her arm a little.  “So now the little bitch wants to talk.  Well ok Kagome.  Let us…talk.  So, tell me… did you have fun tonight?  Did the bastard take you to dinner, maybe did a little dancing?”  The man’s voice becomes angrier, cold and darker.  “Did that filthy son of a bitch, fuck you well enough you whore?”  Houjo shakes the woman.  “Did he?!”

 

“No!” replies Kagome violently shaking her head.  “You don’t understand, I…”

 

“Oh, he didn’t fuck you good enough, huh?  Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

 

“No…I didn’t…we,” cries Kagome trying hard to get her words out through the pain Houjo is inflicting.

 

The man angrily smacks Kagome’s head hard against the wall causing her to see stars.  “I’m getting damn tired of your fucking lies, bitch!”

 

“It’s the truth Houjo!  I swear!”

 

“Yeah right.  The truth.  You must really think me stupid, huh bitch?!”  Kagome remains quiet and again he rams her against the wall.  “WELL DO YOU?!”

 

“NO, no,” cries Kagome fervently shaking her head.  “Please …no more!” she begs as tears fall heavily from her eyes.  “I’ve told you the truth Houjo, honest.”

 

“You don’t know what the word truth means bitch!  You and Lisa, you’re like two fucking tramps born from the same fucking pod!” exclaims Houjo.  “I can’t trust you out of my damn sight for one damn minute!”

 

“You’ve got to believe me!” cries Kagome, still trying to free herself from his vice like grip.  “I did nothing wrong tonight!  Go ask Sango and Miroku!  They’ll tell you what I did!”

 

“Waste my time asking those fucking friends of yours?  I don’t think so bitch.  I already know exactly what you did tonight,” hisses Houjo.  “Running around with other men behind my back.  Trust and loyalty… they’re just words that mean nothing to you, right?  You don’t know how to be faithful to anyone, except yourself.”  Again, his voice suddenly becomes soft as he looks down at her clothes.  “This top looks quite nice on you bitch.  It shows more skin than anything you’ve ever shown me.  Yes, it’s so soft and lovely.  This,” he runs his finger under the fabric, hooking it, “makes you look young, sexy…and demure.”  He rips it off her body.  “This is what you’ve never let me see bitch.  Oh no you always covered yourself, wore ragged, filthy, old women’s clothing, when you’re out with me, hiding this lovely site from me, the only one who deserves to see it.  So why the hell would you wear something as lovely as that for that fucking freak and not for me?”

 

“I bought it recently, ok?”

 

“Oh… recently, was it?”

 

“That’s right.  I still have the receipt if you don’t believe me.”

 

“Hmph!”  Houjo gives a slight nod.  “Still, I’ve asked you to go out with me several times, have I not…taken you to nice a nice restaurant, offered to take you dancing?”

 

“Yes,” replies his captive timidly.  “You did but…”

 

“And your answer was always no, that you had no time for me, correct?”

 

“Yes, but…If you’ll just listen …”

 

“So, what could have happened bitch?  Where did all that free time come from?  Why use that extra free time to go out with something like that filthy…THING when you could have gone out with me?  Where’s all that damned loyalty you were always spouting, huh?”

 

“I didn’t go… go out alone, Houjo,” explains Kagome swallowing hard, tasting blood in her mouth.  “My friends were with me too.”

 

“Your friends.  Hmph!  And I suppose that should make it all better, huh bitch?” asks Houjo sarcastically.  “Knowing you found free time to be with your FRIENDS…that you and your FRIENDS and that damn mangy ass demon were all out together, probably having a fucking orgy somewhere when you should have been with me.  I’ve been very good to you bitch, and you go and betray me like that? How do you suppose that makes me feel, huh?”

 

“That’s not what hap…”

 

“And here I was thinking you were still grieving over that brat, when he probably never entered that damn mind of yours, since that fucking funeral.”

 

“You’re wrong,” cries Kagome through tears.  “I’m always thinking of Souta.  He meant more to me than anything.  So please…I’m begging you, Houjo let me go.  I can barely breathe with you holding like this.  And my arms have gone numb.”

 

“I came here tonight, thinking you still needed my support, my…help.  It was my plan to help you Kagome, with things like food, and bills.  But I see now that’s really not the kind of support you’re in need of, now, is it?  No, what I see here is you needing a lesson.”

 

“What?”  The young woman becomes greatly terrified.  “Lesson?”

 

“Of course.  After all, deceitful, lying, tramps such as yourself should learn their place…learn what it means to betray me.”

 

“NO!”  Kagome twists and turns, anxiously squirming in his grasp.  “Please Houjo you can’t!  Don’t do this!”

 

“Begging Kagome?” laughs Houjo grabbing a large lock of the young woman’s hair, wrapping it around his hand and jerking her head back and tenderly kisses her cheek.  “Don’t you feel it’s just a little too late for that?  You need to be taught a lesson bitch in respect and ownership.  And believe me once I’m through with you, you’ll know exactly who it is you truly belong to.  In fact, you won’t so much as dare to look at another man!”

 

“NO….STOP!” begs Kagome still squirming in his painful grasp.  “Houjo please don’t do this to me.”

 

“Now let us begin the first lesson, shall we?”  Pulling Kagome’s hair, Houjo drags the screaming woman’s struggling body from her living room, down the hall, and into her bedroom, where all that’s heard are Kagome’s screams of pain and terror.

 

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On the other side of town, InuYasha, cheerfully whistling, enters his apartment.  He’s about to open the closet door when he becomes suddenly aware of a sweet familiar scent of perfume in the air.  Leaning back against the door he closes his eyes while pinching the bridge of his nose.  (Shit!  I’m too late.  She’s already home.)  The young hanyou quietly leans his guitar case against the wall, lays his keys quietly on the side table and cautiously walks to the living room entrance, finding an elegant looking woman sitting on the couch, pensively looking down into her glass.  (I’m in for it now,) he thought with a slight shake of his head.  (First Kagome and now KiKyo.  Is everything not going to go right for me tonight?)  He takes a deep breath.  (Well, no sense in putting it off.  Might as well go on in and get this shit over with.)  InuYasha with purposeful strides, walks into the room.  Passing the couch, he walks to the bar, pulls a bottle and glass from the cabinet to fix him a drink, acting as casual as possible.

 

“I, um, didn’t expect you back until later,” explains the hanyou, pouring whiskey into his glass.

 

“Mmm,” says KiKyo with the slightest of nods while still studying her glass.

 

“How was your flight?”  He sips his drink.  “Any problems?”

 

The woman gives a slight laugh.  “Problems?  Why the hell, should you care Inu?  You certainly weren’t concerned enough to come pick me up at the airport, now, were you?”

 

“I told you I…”

 

“I would ask where the hell you’ve been all this time, but,” KiKyo smirks, “that would’ve been a damn stupid ass question, wouldn’t it?”

 

“KiKyo.”

 

“You were out playing with those damn ruffians again, weren’t you?” she accuses then sips her drink.  “Probably forgot all about me sitting…waiting for you at the terminal.”

 

“I didn’t forget you KiKyo,” replies InuYasha in a bored tone of voice.  (I can see now this shit isn’t going to end well.)  “I came home to…”

 

“I felt like a fool waiting around for your damn ass!” says KiKyo angrily.  “Do you know how fucking humiliating it was for me to have to hire a damn cab to bring me home?  Well do you?!”

 

“I’m sorry, alright?” replies the hanyou.  “What more do you want?”

 

“I want to know why you weren’t there!”

 

“I would have been if you came back on a later flight,” replies the hanyou.  “It just never occurred to me you’d be coming home so early.”  He walks over to KiKyo, and as always places a chaste kiss on her offered cheek.  “I stopped here to put my guitar away and clean up a little before coming after you.”  He takes another sip of his drink.  “So did everything go alright?  Get that contract you wanted?”

 

“No, I didn’t get that contract I wanted!” mimics KiKyo angrily.  “After all I did for him, the bastard went and signed with another company.”

 

“I’m sorry, Ki….”

 

“Well, you damn well should be sorry!” snaps KiKyo slamming her glass down onto the coffee table.  “Always playing around with those fucking friends of yours in some fucking dive somewhere.  Don’t even give a thought about me.  Seems the only one, who even gives a shit about how we live and eat, is me!”

 

“You don’t do it all, KiKyo,” says InuYasha, trying not to become angry.  “I pull my weight here, just as much as you do.”

 

“Your weight?!  Ha!  That’s a laugh.  You honestly believe that little pittance you bring in each week is pulling your damn weight?  Why if it weren’t for what I bring in, we’d be starving now, probably living out on the fucking street!  You’re living in my apartment and…

 

“OUR apartment.”

 

“In MY apartment, doing whatever the hell you want to.”

 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”  The hanyou gulps down the last of his drink, slams the glass down on the table, and walks away.  “I’m going to bed!”

 

“Don’t you dare turn your back on me when I’m speaking to you!” threatens KiKyo, quickly standing to follow him.

 

“Why not?” asks InuYasha walking into the bedroom.  “I can still hear your damn, bitching from here, can’t I?”

 

“Why Inu?” whines KiKyo entering the room.

 

“Why what?!”

 

“My uncle must have asked you a thousand times or more to come into the business with him.  Why, won’t you do it?”

 

“Not this shit again,” replies the hanyou with a sigh while rolling his eyes.  “We’ve already been over this.”

 

“But it’s such a great opportunity for you, Inu.  Someone with your talent for numbers and management can really go far.”

 

“Great opportunity huh?” says InuYasha.

 

“That’s right.  You don’t get paid all that much at that damn garage so it’s not as if you can’t use the extra income.  I’ll even put in a good word for you, so you won’t have to start out at the bottom…like the other commoners would.”

 

“Other… commoners?”

 

“Um hm.  You’d start out with a much higher salary with benefits.  And just think of all the great advantages living with the boss’s niece can bring you.”

 

“Sorry KiKyo.”  The hanyou quickly pulls his shirt off, throwing it against the wall.  “I’m not really interested in opportunities like that.  I like what I’m doing now.”

 

“What?”  The woman gives a disgusted look.  “Playing in grease all day?”

 

“It’s good money, ain’t it?” snaps InuYasha.

 

“Hardly.  You can barely afford to buy me a decent purse, much less dinner at a proper restaurant.  You always want to take me to some hole in the wall you consider a restaurant.  And looking decent?  Hah!  You aways come home looking like some street rat who’s wallowed in the mud somewhere.  Honestly Inu!  Don’t you have any pride at all?”  The woman begins waving a hand in front of her face.  “You smell like a damn pig!”

 

“Mechanics can’t help getting dirty, KiKyo.  It comes with the job.”

 

“A job you can do well without Inu.”

 

“Look KiKyo!” growls InuYasha pointing a clawed finger at the woman.  “I’m not debating this shit with you.  The fact is I was a mechanic when you met me, ok?  I’m not going to change, so if you’re finding it so fucking intolerable then…”

 

“All, I’m saying is there’s so much more you can be doing with your life,” says KiKyo soothingly.  “You’re just wasting it, now.”

 

“Not from where I’m standing.  I think I’m doing just fine.”

 

“You may think you are, Inu but really, you’re not.  You’re just wasting all your talent, your potential…lowering yourself like one of those damn uncivilized demons you’re always insisting on hanging around with.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” says InuYasha sarcastically.  “I wasn’t aware I had to change who I am just to live here!”

 

“It’s not about who you are, alright?  It’s WHO you’re living with.”

 

“And what does that mean?”

 

“It means, you’re living with me Inu… KiKyo Oni, whose uncle owns one of the largest most prestigious companies here in Japan.  You should at the very least show me some respect.  Clean up your act, a little.”

 

“And how would you like for me to do that?” asks InuYasha in a flippant tone of voice.  “Change every damn aspect of my life, of who I’ve become, just to please your fucking uncle?”

 

“Well, it certainly wouldn’t hurt for you to shower and put on a clean shirt, when you come home now would it?” asks KiKyo petulantly.  “We have a reputation to uphold.”

 

“What reputation?”

 

“Ours of course.  I mean what, must the upper crest of society be thinking of us…of YOU running around looking like some damn homeless person begging for money?!”

 

“I don’t give a shit what they think ok?!” says InuYasha informatively.

 

“You should though.  It’s important, for your image.  And just think about what they’re thinking of me.  KiKyo Oni living with a…a lowly mechanic who can just barely take care of me.  Why that’s just… scandalous!”

 

InuYasha places his fists on his hips and frowns.  “Deal with it, KiKyo!  I have.  Now I’ve had a rough night, tonight, and I want to get some fucking sleep.  So, if it’s not too much for me to ask, shut your damn mouth, ok?”

 

“You do, remember don’t you, about the banquet coming up?” continues KiKyo. 

 

“What banquet?”

 

“The one our company is hosting for the Onigumo corporation?”

 

“Oh that.  Yeah, I remember,” replies the hanyou.  “So?”

 

“So, I’m assuming you’ve picked out a tux, for the occasion, and of course new shoes?  And you should consider having your hair trimmed.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because you’ll be walking into the dining room with me on your arm dumbass.  There’s going to be a lot of important people attending that banquet so you’ll want to look your very best.  I don’t want you walking into the room without any shoes on your feet or wearing some filthy mechanic’s uniform.  It would be in very poor taste.”

 

“I see,” says InuYasha removing his jeans.  “Well I hate to break it to you but I won’t be attending that banquet.”

 

“What?!”

 

“I said I can’t make it.”

 

“Why not?  We’ve planned this, three months ago,” says KiKyo angrily.  “That should be…”

 

“You’re the one who planned this, KiKyo ok?  I have nothing to do with that shit.  You’ll just to have to find someone else to take you.”

 

“But you’ve always been my escort Inu.  Why don’t you want to take me this time?” whines KiKyo.

 

“I’m telling you I’m not going to that damn banquet, ok?!” says InuYasha angrily.  “So, get over it already!”

 

“At least tell me why.”

 

The hanyou deeply sighs.  “I don’t belong there, that’s why.  All that damn high society shit…it makes me uneasy.  And wearing a damn monkey suit and shoes I don’t really feel comfortable in…and to have my damn hair cut just please you fucking uncle…well I’m not going, and that’s that!”

 

“But this is very important to me Inu.  And my uncle will be expecting us both to be there.  Won’t you at least put up with it just this once…for me?”

 

“No…I won’t!” replies the hanyou angrily.  “Besides, KiKyo you really don’t need me.  You’re a beautiful woman so there must be plenty of men, who’d just love to accompany you.  Men who are well versed in what you do.  Now me?  I wouldn’t know the first thing of what you guys would be talking about.”

 

“All the more reason for you to be there, don’t you think?”

 

“To listen to you talk gibberish about stocks and shit?  No, thanks.  I’ll pass!”

 

The woman gives a frustrated sigh.  “Don’t you want to better yourself Inu, maybe become a rich and successful man, some day?  You could make your mark on society…on the whole world if you wanted to.  Why if you’d only apply yourself, a whole new world of opportunities will open up for you.  Or are you happy with just being a freeloader?”

 

“I’m not a friggin freeloader!” replies the hanyou with a growl.  “I work hard for a living KiKyo doing an honest day’s work!  Now I’m tired and I’m going to get some, fucking sleep!  That is if your royal highness doesn’t object!”  InuYasha plops down on his side of the king-sized bed, lays back and places his arm over his eyes, attempting to calm his breathing and block the woman out.

 

“Oh no Inu.  Why should I mind?” says KiKyo sarcastically while shedding her clothing.  “I come home tonight; expecting my lover to pick me up at the airport, maybe take me out to enjoy a late night dinner, a little dancing…but no.  You just had to be out with those filthy heathens, didn’t you?!”

 

“Will you shut, the fuck, up already?” growls InuYasha, losing his patience.  “Damn!”

 

“You don’t give a shit about me, do you, Inu?” whines KiKyo.  “I’m nobody important…nobody at all…just your damn priestess!”  The woman sits on her side of the bed, waiting for InuYasha to deny her statement.  “Oh no, you don’t care.  Not about me.  Those damn bastards mean a lot more to you than I do.”  When InuYasha still remains silent, KiKyo angrily turns, grabbing his arm.  “Listen here you son of a….ahhh!”  InuYasha quickly grabs the woman’s wrist pulling her under him.  With eyes slightly red, he places a sharp claw near her throat while giving an angry growl.

 

“Don’t you EVER let me hear you call my mother that!” he growls.  “Understand me bitch?!  My mother was a good and proper lady, who did whatever she could to raise me.  Which, is a hell of a lot more than what you’d do IF, we should ever be blessed with pups!  And what’s more, KiKyo my mother… she gave me some fucking morals to live by.  Who in hell did you learn yours from, huh?  Your fucking uncle?”

 

“That’s it, Inu, get pissed!” says KiKyo smiling squirming beneath the angry hanyou.  “Show me the fire in your eyes when you fuck me.”  She deeply scratches him, drawing blood.  “Come on, you bastard!  Fuck me!”

 

InuYasha, becoming infuriated with the woman, angrily jerks her arms above her head and pulls down his boxers.  “You want fucked, bitch?!” he snarls, grabbing and ripping her satin thong from her body and throwing it to the side.  “I’ll fuck you.  I’ll damn well rip your fucking ass apart!” 

 

KiKyo’s eyes are wild as she struggles beneath the hanyou, scratching and clawing where ever she could grab hold.  InuYasha growling angrily roughly enters, slamming his body into her time and time again, attempting to make the experience as painful, for the woman, as he possibly can; cursing her, with every breath he takes.

 

“Oh gods, yes!” cries KiKyo reaching her peak, “That’s it!”  She embeds her nails deep into his back.  “Fuck me, Inu!  Fuck me hard!”

 

“Damn you to hell!”  InuYasha quickly pulls from the woman and sits on the side of the bed, running his claws through his hair, while feeling a wave of disgust hit his stomach.

 

“Phew!” the woman says exhausted.  “Damn, that was good.  Just what I needed after the week I’ve had.”  KiKyo turns on her side and pulls the blanket up over her body.  “Turn out the light, Inu.  I need some sleep.”

 

“I need a fucking drink!” growls InuYasha angrily.

 

“Whatever.  Just turn off the light,” replies KiKyo yawning, “on your way out.”

 

The angry half demon stands, dresses, and looks back at the tired woman.  (You’re such a fucking…) he thought angrily before walking out of the bedroom.  He makes his way into the living room, to the bar where he grabs a full bottle of whiskey from the cabinet.  He pulls the cork and takes a deep swallow from the bottle, feeling the burn down to his stomach; just slightly replacing the nauseating feeling within him.  When he drinks from the bottle again, he doesn’t stop until it is completely empty.