InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Fruit ❯ Arrivederci Mostro ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: Wow. Just wow. All of the wonderful feedback I've gotten has been so amazing! Thank you all so much! Let me tell ya, nothing feels better than to log onto the computer and see so many wonderful comments about your work! Thank you all so much! Anyways…on with the story!
 
BTW, to answer one or your questions, No, I in no way am basing this off of Buffy! Lol, that show is good and all, but I didn't have any inspiration from it.
 
 
 
 
Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 4
 
Arrivederci Mostro
 
 
 
The Forbidden Never Tasted This Sweet.”
 
 
 
 
A short while after the letter ordeal, Sango and Miroku decided to drag themselves home. Well, more like Sango dragged Miroku in. His wandering hands were going to be his undoing someday. I sighed as Sango left him in the front hall and came to join me in the kitchen to watch Kouga cook dinner.
 
I never cease to be amazed at how skillful he is in the kitchen. He's a master chef if I've ever seen one. He can carry on a conversation while slicing and dicing vegetables full speed and never slip once. Tonight he was preparing his specialty of Chicken Milano Fettuccine, a delicious pasta and chicken dish with garlic, sun-dried tomatoes and fresh basil. It makes my mouth water just thinking about it.
 
“Mmm, smells great Kouga.” Sango commented as she took a place beside me on the other side of the counter.
 
Kouga grinned crookedly and replied, “Of course it does. Look who's cooking it.” Cocky much?
 
Sango and I looked at each other and shook our heads. “Kouga, if you didn't have the skills to back it up, I would seriously laugh at how cocky you are.” I laughed.
 
“Well then, it's a good thing I can back it up.” He winked and continued with the cooking.
 
Sango and I kept ourselves occupied playing cards until a groaning Miroku decided to join us.
 
“Anyone want to tell me why I just woke up on the floor in front of the door?” He asked while rubbing the lump on his head, which I was pretty sure, was Sango's handy work.
 
Kouga laughed, “Might have something to do with those `cursed' hands of yours.” That earned a snort from Sango, along with a muttered `cursed my ass'.
 
Miroku sighed and took Sango's hands, feigning pain. “Why, Sango darling, your harsh words wound me!” Not a single person in the room could resist rolling their eyes.
 
Sango snorted, “Oh please. I couldn't wound you if I stabbed a fork through that `cursed' hand.”
 
Miroku smiled, “Of course not, because I know it was done with the best of intentions.”
 
Sango couldn't resist a smile as he hugged her. I smiled as well. It never ceased to amaze me at how no matter how violent Sango was; Miroku was still so hopelessly in love with her. Sango hated admitting it, but she was head over heels as well.
 
I took a glance at Kouga and saw the wistful expression in his eyes. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. How many times have I yearned for what they have? How many nights had a spent lying awake in bed, tossing and turning, longing to have someone's arms around me. How many mushy romance movies had I watched, and wished more than anything that I could be the girl in one of those fantasies, instead of the hunter in another more horrific one. Yet I had what I wanted right here. Kouga was willing to give me all of those things and more. Unfortunately, I wasn't willing to accept.
 
Having a relationship is something apart of a normal life. Which I wasn't even close to having. I love my job, don't get me wrong, but I would give anything to be just a normal naive girl, who hasn't got a clue about the horrors of the world.
 
I have a few secrets as you can probably imagine. One of which, is that I sometimes go on `missions' to gain information on some new lead in the vampire community. My friends believe I have a contact in the vampire world that meets with me every few months with new information. Not true.
 
I really pack up and drive to New Hampshire, home of the college I would have attended, had I been dealt a normal hand in life. Dartmouth. I love walking around that town, sipping coffee on the hood of my car as I watch the students walk around the campus. I've never entered the school though; I don't believe I have that right.
 
It's times like those in which I actually grant myself the delusion that maybe someday my dream would come true. That maybe, just maybe, I would someday be able to retire my slaying duties to someone else, and I could finally go on to have the life I've always dreamt of. The fulfilling career, the loving husband, the little children running around and playing.
 
It's ironic in a way. Most normal people dream of a life like mine; full of adventure and never-ending excitement. Yet I have it all, and want nothing more than to doze off at night while cramming for some big exam.
 
But as I remember everytime I drive home, these are fantasies and nothing more. I'm not normal, and never will be. Which is why I cannot afford to grant myself the pleasure of a relationship with Kouga. Every breath I take is a blessing. Tomorrows are never guaranteed for me. I'm lucky if I can even walk out to the mailbox without being attacked.
 
Kouga knows how I wish I had a normal life. He regrets it everyday that he has to keep me involved in this fight. I hate the way he feels for me, because I know I'll never be able to give him what he wants; What he deserves.
 
I was suddenly shaken from my thoughts as Sango snapped her fingers in front of my face. I blinked and looked around at the concerned faces of my friends.
 
“Are you alright Kagome?” Miroku asks. I must have been really out of it for his expression to become so serious.
 
“Yeah, I'm fine, sorry. Just got lost in my thoughts.” I smiled and waved it off. Kouga gave me an unconvinced look, but he along with the others turned back to their conversation.
 
The conversation had taken a turn to routes for tonight's patrol. Apparently Miroku and Sango were taking downtown, and Kouga and I were taking uptown. Speaking of tonight…
 
“Hey Kouga, what was Kikyo talking about earlier? About tonight.” Kouga was an expert of masking his reactions, but I could always tell when something caught him off guard. My question obviously was one of those things.
 
He went on cooking normally, his expression didn't change a bit. But as the saying goes, eyes are windows to the soul. His eyes were no exception. They darkened from the normally light and amazing cerulean to a deep sapphire, rivaling even mine.
 
“Tonight? I'm not sure, as far as I know it's going to be a normal night.” He was lying to me. I couldn't help but to feel a little bit hurt by that. He had never lied to me before…I don't think. What could possibly be happening that would make him lie to me?
 
I didn't have a clue. “I see.” It was all I could say. I could tell from the apologetic way he glanced up at me that he knew I knew he was lying.
 
After dinner, we retired to our rooms to get ready for the nights hunt. I went into my closet and pushed the clothes aside to take out the panel, which made the closet look half it's normal size and also concealed my weapons and clothes.
 
I changed into a pair of skintight black leather pants, a black tank top and combat boots. Leather was easy to move in and was amazingly helpful to get out of someone's hold. I strapped my blades to each side of my hips and fastened a few daggers in various places.
 
I tied my hair up high and stuck in two sharp silver chopsticks. Kouga didn't care for them too much (as all werewolves feel, I'm sure), but they were durable, and excellent help when I have nothing left at my disposal.
 
Biting my lip, I debated on the crossbow. It added a lot of extra bulk that I didn't need. I should always go prepared, but I think I'll just leave it here tonight. It's more of an extended trip weapon.
 
To complete the outfit, I put on my long black trench coat, which concealed all of my weapons. Then I went downstairs to join my similarly attired friends.
 
We headed outside and got into Kouga's black jeep. He drove to the center of town and parked.
 
“Alright, so everyone set?” He asked. I could tell something was wrong with him. He was tenser than usual and he had an anxious look whenever he looked in my direction (Which is why he made sure to try and avoid it at all costs). I hated to admit it, but I was starting to get a bit nervous.
 
Kouga was the one I trusted more than anyone. I hated having any doubt in him, but I couldn't help being a bit suspicious. What wasn't he telling me?
 
“Well then, shall we go love?” Miroku smiled in too innocent smile and held his arm out to Sango. Sango gave him a dry look and smacked him over the head before walking off in the downtown area.
 
Miroku trailed along behind her, completely unfazed as we shook our heads.
 
“So, should we head out?” I asked while adjusting my coat.
 
I received no answer, so I took a glance at him. He was standing stiff as a rock, staring off at something unknown in the distance. His face looked as if it was carved in stone. His expression was so stoic, so unemotional.
 
“Kouga?” I asked softly and touched his shoulder. That seemed to stir him from his thoughts, and he looked at me as if he just realized I was there.
 
He smiled, but I could definitely tell it was forced.
 
“Kagome…before we go, promise me something.” I frowned and nodded,
 
“Alright, what is it?” Okay, this was starting to get annoying.
 
“Just…be careful tonight. Okay? Don't for one second let your guard down.” He then turned and started walked down the street. I followed behind more confused than ever.
 
“Okay, I promise. But, just…what's going on Kouga? You've been acting strange all night. And I know you were lying to me when I asked before, so don't expect me to believe nothing is going on.”
 
He chuckled and shook his head; “I think that we've gotten too close over the years Kagome. You know me too well.”
 
“Yeah, get over it. Now tell me what's going on.” I placed myself in front of him, stopping him from advancing any further.
 
“I wish I could tell you. But this is something you must do on your own. I can't give you any forewarning.” Was all he would say, before stepping around me and continuing on his way.
 
I looked after him for a moment before following. I really hated not knowing what was going on. Seriously, that was more dangerous than anything.
 
We walked silently for a while, and oddly enough didn't come across any vampires. I frowned, this was odd. Usually they would be all over by this time of night. I hoped Sango and Miroku were having more luck than we were.
 
Kouga was being oddly quiet. He was still brooding over whatever was going to happen. It was driving me crazy. I idly found myself toying with the thought of becoming a werewolf hunter instead. Maybe then I would get an answer out of the stubborn dog.
 
“Dull night, huh?” I tried to start a conversation.
 
“Yeah.” He didn't bite.
 
“Weather's nice though.” I tried again.
 
“Mhm.” Another failed attempt. My jaw was clenched by now.
 
“How do you like the idea of roasted wolf?” Last chance. I seriously hoped he could hear the irritation in my voice.
 
“Sure.”
 
That was it. Last straw. Wolf boy here was about to become a rug on my living room floor.
 
I sucked in a seething breath, fully prepared to yell some sense into the wolf, when he interrupted.
 
“We aren't getting much done here. Let's split up. You take…Central Park. I'll take the back alleys.” Was it me, or did his voice waver a bit when he said Central Park?
 
“Kouga, I-“ He cut me off yet again.
 
“I'll meet you back at the house in an hour. If you get in trouble you know what to do.” Then he was gone.
 
What the hell was that? He wouldn't even look at me. If I had less self-control, I might have screamed in frustration. Instead, I settled with punching a wall.
 
Sighing, I decided to go to Central Park and get this night over with. A quick sweep of the park and then I would finally get to go home and see how far a wolf can be taken with a silver sword to his neck before he cracks.
 
Central park was old, one of the oldest in town actually. Rusted playgrounds and overgrown weeds made it highly unpopular with the citizens, yet an ideal place to lure unsuspecting victims and suck their blood. There's never been a time I've gone there and not encountered a vampire.
 
I strolled through the creaky iron gates of the park nonchalantly. It was nothing I hadn't seen before. This place terrified most, yet it made me laugh at the comical way it was just like something found in one of those old cliché horror movies.
 
It wasn't long until my theory was proved correct. 20 feet into the lush overgrown park and I was mauled by a vampire.
 
I heard him before he could get close. The rustle of leaves kind of tipped me off a bit. Suddenly a crimson-eyed vampire leapt at me with a dagger raised. I seriously wonder why they use weapons when they have claws. Maybe it's some type of hygiene thing.
 
This one obviously recognized me. Sometimes they didn't, so they would try to use their `seduction' on me. It was so corny. Those were the ones I enjoyed killing the most.
 
I turned and grabbed the arm with the outstretched weapon with one hand before twisting it roughly around behind his back with a sickening snap. Surprisingly easy to pull off something like this with them in mid-air. I had my own dagger at his heart before he could blink.
 
Arrivederci mostro.” I whispered in his ear before stabbing my dagger into his no longer beating heart and letting him drop to the ground.
 
I stepped over the body as it turned to dust and blew off in the wind.
 
A clap came from behind me as I walked.
 
“Flawless as always.” An amused voice came.
 
Turning swiftly, I drew two daggers from my sides, prepared to throw. But what I saw…no, who I saw, gave me a start.
 
“Inuyasha.”
 
 
 
 
A/N: Well, that chapter certainly took awhile! I'm working on the next one as we speak! I'm so excited about them finally meeting! I feel more like the reader than the writer lol.
 
Now, onto more important matters, I feel a bit down still because of my other account being banned. I hope nobody thinks I'm plagiarizing. It's pathetic when I look and see how popular this story was on my other account, yet it doesn't seem to be too popular right now. Oh well, I hope that will change in the future.
 
Also, no, I didn't get Dartmouth College from the Twilight series. That's actually been the college I've wanted to go to for a while now. Edward Cullen going there just makes it more appealing ;)
 
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
 
Translator:
 
Arrivederci: Goodbye
 
Mostro: Monster