InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Fruit ❯ Daddy Loves You ( Chapter 3 )

 

Hey everybody, sorry for the long update, I had a bit of writers block for the next segment of `Forbidden Fruit'. But rest assured, I am determined to finish this one way or another. I've decided that I prefer writing in Inuyasha's POV, but I think we all agree on the fact that he is so much better as the mysterious vampire. So I'm going to write in Kagome's POV for a while, then switch to Inuyasha's. But I may just decide to alternate every once in awhile. I'm not quite sure yet. But anyways, enough of my ranting. On with the story!

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

 

Forbidden Fruit - Chapter Three:

 

Daddy Loves You

 

 

 

“The Forbidden Never Tasted This Sweet”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My eyes unwillingly cracked open at the first light of dawn. Damn, I thought I closed the curtains before I went to sleep. Now my eyes were wide open. I did close the curtains. So how did they open during the night?

 

It was probably Kouga, Sango, or Miroku, hoping the sun would wake me up early. Well it worked. Muttering obscenities under my breath, I threw my warm covers off of me and got up before sleep could take over again.

 

I sluggishly made way to the shower, taking the quickest one I could manage, and went to my closet. What to wear, what to wear…such a difficult decision. I fought against the urge to roll my eyes, and donned a simple pair of jeans and white t-shirt. Simple and easy.

 

As I suspected, the gang was lounging around in the living room when I got down there. The clock read 6:45. I shook my head, these people obviously never slept.

 

“Morning.” Sango called over her shoulder as she and Miroku furiously played a video game, each determined to win. I must have missed the daily bets.

 

Sango and Miroku were the oddest couple I had ever seen. He would grope her, she'd slam him to the ground or through a window (Mine usually), and then they would be asking to use my bedroom for a few hours. I snorted. Not on their life.

 

I met Sango when I was a little girl. We grew up with each other ever since I can remember. We've been through the good times, and more recently, the bad. She was a little freaked when she first found out about my occupation for the last 6 years, but she got through it.

 

Miroku had been chasing Sango all through high school, absolutely certain that he was madly in love with her and that she was in love with him too. I just think she knocked him over the head too many times and made him delusional. But he finally convinced her to give him a chance…after what? 2 and a half years I believe. And they had been together ever since. I honestly don't see how they've lasted for a year and 4 months now.

 

He was the more recent to find out about my little hobby. About a year ago I think. I'm terrible with dates. Anyway, they were both supportive and Miroku has even taken on a role as my surrogate brother in a way. I didn't like it, but they both have proved themselves time and time again in battle, so they're apart of the `team' now.

 

Shaking my head, I knocked Kouga over the head before squeezing into the tight space he left open on the couch. He seemed to get the hint and scooted over, chuckling at my childish way of getting what I wanted. I snorted, he can deal with it!

 

Kouga was my best friend in more ways than one. He had been around since before I had ever met Sango, watching over me from birth. He's a special case of sorts. He's a werewolf, creatures I can tolerate a lot more than vampires.

 

Apparently, as a vampire slayer, we had a common enemy. And as the saying goes, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend”. So it was his duty to watch over me until I fulfill my `destiny'. It's enough to make me snort again.

 

When my father left me, I was put in his custody (he still wont tell me how he pulled that one off), and he trained me. His feelings for me had obviously taken a 360 from friendship, and now he wanted me as more than that. I turn him down every time. But, that never seems to deter him.

 

“Hey slayer” He grinned handsomely (hey, I'm only human) and threw his arm over my shoulders.

 

“Kouga,” I sighed and shrugged out of his grip. “You are impossible.” I gave him a tired look.

 

He just shrugged and leaned back against the couch, watching the game in mild interest. We all knew who was going to win. It was SmackDown 220, a game in which Sango ruled. Literally. Nobody has ever or probably will ever beat her at it. So there was no point in even trying to gamble against the bet Kouga had assuredly already placed.

 

My theory was proved correct as he asked me if I was up for betting on Miroku. “You feel like losing today Babs?” He asked with the childish nickname he gave me many years ago.

 

“Nope. I learned a long time ago never to bet against a sure thing.” I laughed and leaned back, ducking from the pillow thrown by a `wounded' Miroku.

 

“Why Kagome! I'm hurt! How could you ever doubt my skills in battl-“ He was cut off by the `K.O.' electronic voice from the television.

 

My eyebrow quirked, “You were saying?” He just sputtered and opened and closed his mouth like a fish as Sango jumped and yelled in victory.

 

Kouga sighed, “Damn. I should have gotten you to bet while you were asleep.”

 

I glared. “Hell to the no. I remember your `mystery bets' and they always end badly for me when I lose.” Seriously. He never bets specifics. Everytime we bet, he always plays the `mystery bet' card. So when he wins, I face the unknown. Which is terrifying considering the devilish wolf that comes up with it.

 

“Well then don't lose.” Was his simple reply. As if I have a choice. I just shook my head and got up, going in the kitchen for some breakfast.

 

Ah, cereal, the breakfast of champions. Must have banana slices in it though. Fruit is good for the body after all.

 

I got a knife and started slicing the banana, feeling something come up behind me. I continued on naturally as if I didn't notice, waiting for it to get closer. When it was about a foot away, I twirled the knife in my hand and stuck it over my shoulder, right to where the point was against its throat.

 

“I don't know why you even try to sneak up on my Kouga. It never works.” I told the startled werewolf before twirling the knife back to its original position and continuing with my slicing, not even giving him a glance.

 

“I guess I taught you too well.” Came his amused reply as he came to lean on the counter beside me.

 

“No, I think you taught me just right. Now I know how to avoid sneaky werewolves.” I teased and gathered my banana slices, pouring them into the bowl and going to the island counter to eat.

 

He chuckled, “I guess there's a perk then. Not for me necessarily, but a perk just the same.”

 

I nodded and continued my breakfast in a peaceful silence. That is of course, until Kouga broke it with a wonderfully sardonic (in my opinion anyway) comment about needing to get to training.

 

Sighing, I got up and washed my bowl out. I honestly don't know why I bothered getting dressed already. I was just going to have to change anyway. So I trudged solemnly upstairs to change into my gym pants and cami top. Standard gym clothes.

 

I headed downstairs as I tied my long raven hair up in a ponytail, and found the witch had arrived.

 

The witch, A.K.A. Kikyo. She didn't have a kind or merciful bone in her body as far as I'm concerned. She was one of the older members of the team, I think 2nd.

 

Kouga brought me to her to train. He felt it best if I learn all styles and techniques in fighting, not just his. So therefore, Kikyo was introduced to my life as my own personal trainer.

 

I'm not really sure what her story is. Kouga had known her longer, yet he knew about as much as I did. She was quiet, and cold. She never revealed anything about herself or her past. All Kouga knew was that she could be trusted. How he knew that I don't know. Hm, don't think I want to know either.

 

I don't understand why she was such a cold-hearted bitch. Or why she chose this as her profession. She really could have been so much more. I dislike her, that much is clear, but I also respect her.

 

Kikyo is smart, wise beyond her years. It just took a quick glance from her calculating chocolate eyes to tell if a person is lying or not. And it's not just her brain that could make her big, it's her looks. She's gorgeous.

 

A few inches taller than me, slender, with long midnight black hair. Straight as a razors edge. She's pale with the face of an angel. Her eyes throw her whole countenance off though. They're so cold…so unemotional. I've never once been able to read her.

 

Kikyo was and probably will always be, a mystery to me. But oh well. She's still a witch.

 

“Finally decide to join us?” Her smooth voice asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

 

Sango and Miroku had given up on their game and decided to join us in the real world after Sango beat Miroku 8 solid times in a row. They were now standing with Kouga and Kikyo in the living room, waiting on me of course.

 

I simply nodded and went to lean against the counter connecting to the kitchen with Sango. “What's the plan for today?” Miroku asked.

 

“Same as any other day. Kagome goes with Kikyo to train. You and Sango stay here to train with me.” Kouga answered.

 

“Ah, I see nothing special is happening today then.” Miroku winked, drawing a growl from Kouga.

 

“Shut your mouth monk, if you want to have it tomorrow.” He muttered with a scowl. They're best friends, no matter how much Kouga wishes he could kill Miroku.

 

“Ahem,” The witch- er…Kikyo, cleared her throat. “I believe we need to get a move on. We're wasting precious daylight and Kagome has some…business to take care of tonight in case you have forgotten.”

 

Immediately Kouga became serious, which of course made me suspicious. Just what was going on tonight? I thought I was just going out patrolling as usual.

 

“What `business'?” I asked. Kikyo sent her gaze to me, betraying no emotion whatsoever.

 

“You will find out later. For now, come.” Was her response as she turned to walk out the front door and get in the passenger side of my car.

 

I gave the air in which she just occupied a disbelieving look. It was amazing that after so many years of knowing her, and going through her evasiveness 24/7, that it could still amaze me at how she did that. It really did make me want to throttle the witch.

 

“Well, you had better go Babs. Try not to lose your temper today. I'm getting tired of paying for new walls.” Kouga smiled and turned to lead Sango and Miroku to the home dojo. I've always wondered why we couldn't all just train at the same place. But Kouga always said it was because I was more advanced, so therefore I should go with the advanced teacher while he taught them the basics. As if I believe that.

 

I drove us to Kikyo's private dojo. I had to admit, it was pretty impressive. We walked in and I savored the feel of the wood panel flooring under my now bare feet.

 

It was beautiful and elegant. Just like Kikyo, I thought. Except this place radiated with life. While she didn't. It had early Japanese dojo written all over it. Screen walls, except for the ends, which were made of concrete, so they held the many weapons with ease. The polished floors were my favorite. Each panel in them had an intricately carved scene depicted in it. Each a battle scene from some great war many years ago. I used to spend hours staring into the panels, trying to decipher what was happening, why it was happening. Who were the good and who were the bad.

 

The one that perplexed me the most was the largest one in the center of the floor. It was so large it took up 4 panels. There was a beautiful woman, dressed in an old Japanese fighting Kimono, holding a large sword that always seems to be shining, even from the floor. Her arm is swung out, as if about to swing her sword to attack. There's a man there as well. Dressed in a warrior's attire. His eyes seem to gleam as black as his long wavy hair. His hand is holding her free one in an iron like grip, attempting to subdue her no doubt, while his other is held out above his head fingers flexed out with what appeared to be claws on the ends of them, poised to attack.

 

Possibly the strangest thing about the picture, was that they both seemed to be crying. The woman had tears falling from her sad dark eyes. The man had a glimmer of a tear falling from the corner of his eye.

 

I never have been able to come to any sort of conclusion about the picture engraved into the floor. It was a mystery, that's for sure.

 

Kikyo was never any help. After asking her to tell me what any of the engravings meant, and being shot down for the millionth time, I just simply gave up on asking.

 

She sent me to do my warm up jog, which was a 3-mile run. That'll warm you up plenty wont it? Then I did my stretches, getting ready for the onslaught of criticism I was about to receive on everything from form to how high my hair was in my ponytail.

 

Strangely enough, Kikyo didn't berate me as much as she usually did. She was oddly quiet as she watched my agile flips and spins to each side of the dojo. Even through the dagger throws she seemed distracted. (Dagger throws were when she would throw daggers at me in order to sharpen my reflexes…and senses, considering I was blindfolded during them.)

 

Finally, after hours of doing every kind of martial art and fighting techniques imaginable to hone my skills, it came time for swordplay, which she participated in as well.

 

We each grabbed our swords, and unsheathed them. Me with my swift motions, and her with her graceful ones. She carefully removed the sword and placed the sheathe down. It always seemed as if she was floating while she walked.

 

Shaking my head slightly, I focused on the task at hand. She never let even one slip up in a sword battle pass by her, and I wasn't too keen on testing that today. So we took our stances, and danced.

 

That was all swordplay was really, an elaborate scheme of dance moves thrown together with deadly accuracy and precision. Not to mention it also included a couple of lethal weapons that with one slip up could cause permanent, if not fatal, wounds.

 

By the end of our little dance I was breathing heavily. No winner had come out of the fight. It was a tie once more. She was the only one I knew who could match me for skill in this particular area.

 

“Kagome, come with me.” Kikyo spoke, not even breathing heavy in the least. She walked over to the door and slid it open, going down the hallway leading to her own personal quarters. I had never been there before, so this caused an eyebrow to quirk.

 

I slowly followed after her, marveling in the exquisite décor of her home. It was homey and comfortable, with a major touch of class. She led me up some stairs to what appeared to be a spare bedroom.

 

“There is an important impasse approaching Kagome, and I'm not sure if you will be ready.” She spoke as she opened the closet door and moved the clothes to the side, revealing a hidden door. She took off her necklace, which always held a key and put it into a cupboard hanging on the wall beside the door.

 

I shrugged. “There's always some important something going on Kikyo. I've always managed fine before.” She sent me a dull look at my lack of care to her warning.

 

“Do you ever take anything seriously? Honestly Kagome, I do wonder why Kouga holds you in such high respects.” She told me as she opened the cover and took out an envelope, closing it swiftly behind her without giving me a chance to see anything else in there.

 

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” I spoke through clenched teeth. She really knew how to infuriate me with only just a few words.

 

She knew it too. “Take it however you wish. But do listen carefully for once.” She told me as she came over and handed me the envelope.

 

Before I could open it she spoke again, “There is nothing in the envelope except an address, a date, and a time. It arrived a month ago, addressed to you…”

 

I quickly opened the envelope and took out the piece of paper, seeing just what she said. It was on my birthday too, shocker. Rolling my eyes I shoved the paper back in the envelope.

 

“You honestly expect me to believe this? It's obviously a set-up. Think about it. Aren't you supposed to be wise beyond your years or whatever? A mysterious envelope shows up with nothing but my name and some information of where to go and when to go. What ever.” I scoffed.

 

She sent me a reproving look before continuing, “Turn the paper over Kagome.”

 

I did as she said and saw some tiny writing scrawled at the very bottom of the page:

 

“Daddy Loves You.”

 

 

I clenched the paper in disgust. “What kind of sick joke is this!” I was furious. How dare someone play with me like this! I think I'm just going to go so I can kick this person's ass straight back to hell!

 

“Exactly what we're wondering.” Kikyo said before closing the closet door. “So you must go and find out exactly who sent that and what they want. It may very well be a trap, I agree. But, it's worth the risk. Kouga and your friends won't be far away.”

 

“So let me get this straight…you want me to go to…whoever sent this, and risk an ambush?” She still never ceased to amaze me. And no, I don't mean it in the good way.

 

“Correct.”

 

I cannot believe this! I was still fuming as I drove home. She either wants me dead or wants me dead. Humph, I think I'll go with all of the above.

 

When I got home I was the only one there. Sango, Miroku, and Kouga must still be in the dojo downstairs. Good, time to fume by myself.

 

It was obviously a trap, I griped to myself as I plopped down on the couch. `Daddy loves me'…as if. Somebody wants to lure me with the possibility of seeing my father again.

 

The door opened and I heard the footsteps of Kouga enter (it wasn't that hard to tell considering how big he is in comparison to Miroku…and no, I don't mean fat.), and then heard his keys drop on the counter.

 

“Hey Babs, how'd training go?” He asked as he sat down beside me.

 

“Same as usual, have to go out, risk possible death by ambush, and maybe come home alive.” I shrugged. “All in a days work.” This really was getting dull. I mean, the action is never-ending…but it's the same thing over and over again.

 

“Well when you put it that way…” Kouga rolled his eyes and smiled. “If it helps any, I'm gonna be right there with you.” Aw, my big protector.

 

I smiled, “Thanks Kouga.”

 

“No need.”

 

“So how did they do today?” I asked about Sango and Miroku. “And…where are they?”

 

“Well they were doing fine until Miroku groped Sango and she went into a rage and started chasing him with every weapon we have and throwing that damn boomerang of hers. I swear it's going to cost a fortune to fix the place. I sent them to go get Totosai so he can judge the damages on the weapons.” He breathed out with a sigh.

 

“Ouch.” I winced. “He will never learn to keep those hands to himself.”

 

“Got that right,” He sighed again, “So what did the letter say? Kikyo wouldn't tell me anything except that it was something for you and that we would need to be there.”

 

“Figures.” I rolled my eyes and pulled the letter out of my back pocket and handed it to him. “Read for yourself.”

 

He opened it and read the short text, his eyes held a look of disinterest until they reached the bottom. Then they widened in fury.

 

“What the hell! What kind of game are they playing!”

 

“Exactly what I said.”

 

“Those leeches are sick.” He growled and dropped the letter back into my lap so he didn't destroy it.

 

“I know.” I decided to keep my answers short so he could calm down soon. He was well known for his temper, as were all werewolves.

 

“I guess you're going then?” He asked.

 

“Do you honestly believe I've got a choice? I know it may be a trap…but I have to find out what this is about. They can't honestly believe I'm stupid enough as to fall for it…so maybe they're using the truth as a lure…what if my father really is there?” I asked…trailing off at the end when the realization hit me. What if he really was there?

 

Why did I care? He left me a long time ago. He never gave a damn about me so why should I risk my life on a whim just to see him?

 

Because he's my father that's why, I mentally answered my own question.

 

Because he's my father.

 

Happy Birthday to me, huh?

 

 

 

 

A/N: I am so sorry I didn't get this out by the weekend like I promised! My dad left yesterday so I didn't really feel up to finishing this up until today. I'm changing a few things from my original plan…but the story should still be the same. Inuyasha doesn't come in until later…I'm doing as everyone suggested and making this long, so bear with me! I have to have something to drag it out. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I had to write and rewrite it 3 times…but I knew I needed to hurry up with it, so here it is. I may come back and revise it later. But for now, enjoy!