InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ frozen ❯ frozen pt10 ( Chapter 10 )

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frozen

by kittie le sabre

Part Ten

Kouga splashed cold water on his face after washing off the blood with humid water and harsh soap first in the john of a nearby Dunkin Donuts. He stared into the mirror, grateful that the bullet had glanced off him rather than going into his skull. His mind drifted back to that late evening tryst with Kagura that almost cost him his life…

~~Flashback~~

Kouga was irritated.

He was hot and traffic was backed up on the main street where he was meeting Kagura at some seedy hotel on the outskirts of the city. What really ticked him off was the constant vibration of his cell phone. Ayame called him every moment, cluttering up his voice mail box with endless pathetic messages overrun with emotion that just left him feeling only contempt and resentment towards her.

The little wife was on to his illicit games with other women.

Kagura had his dick in knots so bad that he had been less than discreet. He'd even been neglecting his regular hot piece for her. But he enjoyed the aggressive sophistication and skill that Kagura had at her disposal. She knew how to keep everything on that fine edge of kink and passionate raw pornographic sex. She did things to him and with him that made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else the rest of the day. In a word, Kouga knew that he was pussywhipped.

It was close to six when he parked his car and grabbed the key from the front desk. The number on the room door flashed in front of him as he jammed the key inside the lock, and the very action made him think of slamming his raging hard cock into her electric hot receptive body.

When he flung the door open, she was sitting there on a chair with her blouse partially open with her breasts half exposed, her skirt hiked up to display the stockings and garters. Her hair was pinned up and she was luxuriating in the air conditioned cold as she smoked. Her dusky pink nipples were raised against the white fabric of her top. Kouga loved the fact she never wore any underclothing.

She spotted him as he closed the door to advance on her.

There were no words.

He seized her by the shoulders, yanking her blouse open, scattering the buttons everywhere, bending down to squeeze her breasts and ravage her nipples with his teeth and tongue. She moaned and grabbed his head, after discarding the cigarette in the nearby ashtray. His hand yanked her skirt up higher, as she reached down to free his erection. He toyed with her blazing snatch until she was feverish with lust.

Kouga picked her up and carried her over to the bed with her legs wrapped around his waist. They panted and gasped into one another's mouths as they kissed with fierce unbridled fervor. He threw her down onto the bed, yanked her legs apart and slammed into her waiting heat. They both groaned and bucked against each other; their groins pumping and pushing, their bodies riddled in sweat and desire.

Kouga throbbed and churned inside of Kagura's liquid-flame sheath, as the tight cling and pulse of her body urged him further into her body and gripped him. His body was tense and humming with the feeling of his lust as his turgid length exploded into the welcoming cavern of her body. He enjoyed the shivers of her orgasm as she joined him and it triggered another expulsion from his semi-erect member.

When they were finally able to catch their breath and separate, Kagura addressed him.

"We need to talk, lover."

She had left the bed, waltzing across the room with her skirt up around her waist and her ripped blouse wide open. She looked over her shoulder at him, his pants unfastened with his wet flaccid penis exposed and his shirt wrinkled and hanging out. Kagura could feel his heated gaze on her rounded bottom as she bent over to look inside her purse for a cigarette. He could also see her breasts from that angle, too. She knew he was becoming aroused again. It was a damned shame that he was a liability because he was a great lay. But he was not Naraku.

Nobody surpassed Naraku except Sesshoumaru, whose only "failing" was that he refused to cater to her darker needs. He found her taste for pain, humiliation and submission to be beneath him to some degree. Sess wanted a partner to dominate because of his nature but he also wanted an equal, someone to challenge him, not a slave to his mastery. He was repulsed by any show of weakness, whether in or out of the bedroom.

With Kouga it was an exchange. She could live her fantasies of being the dominant partner or have him play the master. It kept sex with him exciting, unpredictable, which is why she would miss him. However, her duties could not be shirked.

The cigarette would steady her nerves; she'd never had to kill someone she actually liked before. She suspected Naraku knew of her attachment to Kouga as it were, so she was being reminded of where her loyalties lay. The only thing she loved more than sex was money and power, which were interchangeable.

She sat down in the chair with her purse in her lap and her legs spread wide. This would entice him to come and taste her. Then she would…

"Come here, Kouga," she called out to him, aware that she was on a time table and that Naraku was just outside by now waiting for her to complete her task.

Kouga rushed over to her to kneel in front of her. He stared into the apex of her thighs, inhaling the mingled scent of her excretions and his, as well as her feminine musk. She gathered his hair and pushed him face forward into her core, and waited as his mouth found her.

Kagura basked in the pleasure; all too aware that time was running out. She located the gun, her hand releasing the lock and making certain the silencer was in place.

"I know you don't have it, Kouga."

"Have what?" He asked, his words muffled by his acitivty.

"The folder, the figures, you planted in Kagome's office," she enunciated.

"Not now, Kagura," he groaned, and chuckled when he made her squeal out in pleasure. "This is more important."

"I'm thinking it's really too bad you feel that way," she stated from above him.

Kouga felt the cold metal against his head as she came in his mouth. He did not believe that she would pull the trigger but somehow he managed to dive back at the same time, causing the bullet to glance off his head upon impact. He fell into unconsciousness and awoke hours later inside the dumpster.

~~End Flashback~~

The derelict had proved useful.

His name was Dean Nelson. He'd come to the city years ago as a businessman and had thrown away his career and family in favor of liquor and call girls. Now he survived living on the streets and panhandling and doing odd jobs.

Dean had gotten him a fresh T-shirt, jeans and an old pair of sturdy combat boots from the mission nearby. He'd lead him to Dunkin' Donuts and a pay phone. The man had more than earned 20 bucks.

Now Kouga was ready to meet with Ginta and Moutan. He was going after that whore who had tried to kill him. And Naraku. He was also aware that Kagome was in danger.

He was a bit dizzy from the wound but after a hot cup of black coffee and a sausage, egg and cheese croissant sandwich he almost felt like a new man. Almost.

Ginta and Moutan would be meeting him any moment now. He frowned down at his watch. They were late.

Just then the doors of Dunkin' Donuts swung open and in rushed a disheveled and slightly bruised and bloodied Ginta and Moutan.

"Kouga! Kouga!"

He winced and gestured for them to come to the table. Dean silently sat across from him sipping his coffee and saying nothing. The pair could learn from the old guy.

"Kouga! Kouga!" Ginta braced his hands on the table and immediately attempted to incoherently explain what happened.

The only thing that Kouga caught was Kagome's name. That was all he needed.

"Where?"

The pair led him and Dean to a back entrance where they had decided to take a short cut. They had seen three men taking a gagged and bound woman out of a van. Ginta had recognized her, calling her by name. The men had challenged them and a fight had ensued. Fortunately Moutan was the brawn and had managed to "handle" the ruffians with Ginta finding a lead pipe to jump in and crack a few bones. But by the time the scuffle was over, Kagome had disappeared into the building with the man who had her.

Kouga tried the steel door but it was locked. Dean stepped forward to examine the lock. He reached into his pocket and took out a series of tools. The trio watched in amazement as he went to work on the door. Within around 15 to 20 minutes they were all inside.

Kouga offered Dean a glance. The older man shrugged and said, "I used to deal in doors, locks and what have you. This new high-tech stuff is no match for the old timers and old school. We had to learn the basics."

Kouga nodded, grateful for the drunk's skill and usefulness. They raced up the stairs. Kouga gestured for absolute quiet as he searched frantically Kagome. He spotted a broken bracelet lying on the landing and splotches of blood. She worn the bracelet because it had been a gift from her mother. She never took it off, he recalled. Shit. He could only hope that she was alive and that the blood belonged to someone else.

Above him, he heard a groan. What the hell? He made it to the top first with the other following behind out of breath, to discover the cause.

The man was lying in a broken heap; his face bruised up and bloodied. He coughed up blood and tried to focus. Kouga grabbed him by his shirt and was yelling in his face.

"Where in the fuck is she?"

The man blinked and tried to answer, coughing up more blood. He was in agony but Kouga did not care. He struck the man a blow across the chest and the man heaved, nearly throwing up on him.

"Shit!" Kouga exclaimed, shaking the man. "Where did you take her, you sorry ass piece of shit??"

"N-N-Na…k-k-ku," the injured man moaned and toppled over either dead or unconscious.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kouga released the man with a snort of disgust. He needed to find Naraku but in order to do that, he had to get to Kagura. He grinned wolfishly at the thought of making her suffer while he questioned her.

With that thought in mind, he ran down the stairs with his small posse following in his wake. At least he knew where the treacherous bitch lived.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Inuyasha had just hung up from his phone call with Sesshoumaru.

He had to repress a feeling of alarm. It had been a long time since he had seen Sess this way. The man was beyond cold. Ruthless. Terrifying. Capable of the most inhumane acts. He knew things about his brother that no one else knew; about a time when Sesshoumaru had left home to travel and wonder as a mercenary. He and their father were estranged for many years because Sesshoumaru wanted to live his own life before taking up the company reins. Nor did he agree with their father's decision to marry a woman much, much younger and to have Inuyasha.

Sesshoumaru had been angry and had fallen in with a wild set.

He'd always excelled at the martial arts and sports. It was no surprise that he became a kick boxing champion and then went on to the fencing matches and shooting tournaments. Later on, he was recruited by mercenaries to challenge terrorists and petty tyrants in small regions in different countries. Sometimes he did rescues of missionaries and civilians. Eventually he came back home upon learning of their father's illness and to take charge of their holdings.

Inuyasha loved Kagome. She was his sister and best friend. They had grown up together. But he knew Sess loved her the way he loved Kikyou. That is why he could not fail them.

Sango and Miroku were combing the city looking for clues. They had found Kagome's cell phone in the grass outside the school. But other than that, nothing more.

He decided to call a hacker friend who was excellent at locations and data. Just when he was sitting back letting the phone ring, Kikyou appeared at his side with a piece of paper.

She did not say a word, just slid it in front of him. His eyes grew wide and his buddy answered the phone.

"Hey Inu! What's up, man?"

"Mel, I might need to put you on stand-by. I'll give you a holla back later."

"You got it, Inu," Mel replied and hung up.

Inuyasha grabbed the paper and stood up. He kissed Kikyou hard on the lips and ran towards the door, breaking out his cell phone. He was almost at his car before he noticed she right on his heels.

"She's my friend now, too, Yash," she told him with a determined look in her eye.

Inuyasha regarded her for several minutes and nodded briskly. If it wasn't for her, he would not be holding Naraku's address in his hand.

He got on the phone and called his brother.

A/N Aitu "domo arigatou" means "thank you very much" !