InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Get What Ya Can ❯ Onigumo's Palace ( Chapter 1 )

"Oi! Inu Yasha!" A boisterous laughter exploded from the boy's best friend as he draped him self over his shoulders. "I say... that we go to that new whore house in town. The crop they have is supposed to be luscious!" An ecchi gleam over took the lecher's glittering violet eyes. "Just imagine... 5 duts a dame, and for all night, just 6 duts extra!"

Inu Yasha raised a brow. "Are you always horny?" he asked as he peeled his best friend off his shoulders. "If anyone on earth needs to be fixed, it's you, Miroku."

The joyous laughter coming from the man showed he took now offense to the remark. "But Yasha, my dear boy, don't you know it is my life's work to seduce every maiden deemed worthy of my pleasurable talent and ravish them between the sheets!" he said, emphasizing the last by tackling his friend to the ground. He sat up proudly, grinning. "Do you not know that every woman is closer to God on her back?"

Inu Yasha glared up at his friend and gave him a good thunk on the head with his fist. "Stop acting so damn gay, Miroku. God forbid someone would have walked in and saw you talk me to the floor like that!" he seethed. "They would have thought we were lovers or something! You idiot!"

The boy just cackled and stood up. "See, even you desire me! I'm irresistible!"

The silver haired man raised his hand and caught his friend by the balls and gave hard squeeze. "Wanna repeat that? I don't think I heard what you just said?!" he growled out and glared at the dark haired man.

Miroku squeaked, his eyes bugging out at large amounts. "Nothing," he gasped. "Not a word, mum's what." He closed his eyes tightly and pushed gingerly against Inu Yasha, trying to get him to let go. "Please, not the twins, they're the only family I have!"

Inu Yasha smirked and let his friend go. "Next time you say something like that to me, you're going to be twin less," he said as he got to his feet and dusted himself off.

The ruffled boy rubbed his precious "family" while staring at Inu Yasha indignantly. "Why must you always be so fierce? Life living among you ruffians is so terrifying; you never know what you might loose."

The man across from him snorted and crossed his arms across his chest "What are you calling me?" he shot his friend a glare. "I swear, Miroku, if you act anymore girly, I think your going to turn into one."

He grinned and picked up his jacket and shoes. "Ah, but at least I still bed like the man and one much bigger than you, I must say."

Inu Yasha growled. "Just because I don't bed every whore I meet doesn't mean I'm not a man." He reached over and grabbed his leather jacket and pulled it on. "You're just a fucking man whore."

The man wrinkled his nose as he slicked his shaggy black hair back and into a pony tail. "Yes, well at least I'm not suffering from a case of blue balls just because I'm afraid I won't measure up!"

Inu Yasha cracked his knuckles. "Here in one second, I'm gonna be the only one in this room with balls!"

Miroku shielded his groin and side stepped him. "Hey, hey, hey, may I propose a more civil way of settling this?"

Inu Yasha narrowed his eyes at him. "What way is that?"

Like a hawk on a field mouse, Miroku swooped on his chance. "A contest. We all know how long I can last, and many women will testify for it, but I hear that this new dorm-mat has some of the best women there. We'll see how well you last and just how good you are. They of all people should know how to grade you."

The man rolled his eyes as he sat down and pulled on his black leather cowboy boots. "Geez, only you would think of something like that, Miroku."

The lecher leaned against the doorframe. "You could always forfeit, of course, and live with the fact that you are no where near the man you think you are. Only a true man's skills are reflected in bed as well as the battle-field."

Inu Yasha stood up and walked over to his friend and got into his face. "I don't just bed down with anyone, Miroku."

He shrugged. "Then will find you a right pretty lass then, just be prepared to prove your worth tonight you're not getting out of this." The monk turned on his heel and walked off into the night, making sure his friend was close behind him.

The fair headed boy shoved his hands into his jeans pockets as he followed the pervert. "How do I get myself into these things?" He muttered to himself.

Miroku reveled in the scents of overpriced perfume, cheap cologne and heavy liquor. "Ahhh... this is what I live for," he said happily, as the club's owner came into view, talking to his group of delightful girls.

Inu Yasha covered his nose with his hand. "It reeks in here. How the hell do you like this shit?" he asked looking over to his friend.

The young man, already known fairly well amoung the floor girls, was getting greetings from every which way from the girls. "It's simple, I just think of the things found within that putrid stench." His lecherous grin stretched from ear to ear when he came in line with Kagura. "Hel-lo, my lusty vision of perfection!"

Kagura rolled her eyes and set her fan down. "What do you want, Miroku?" She took in Inu Yasha's glistening silver hair and shocking amber eyes. "And who is this?"

Inu Yasha narrowed his eyes at the woman. "No one you want to mess with, wench."

Miroku stepped hard onto the toes of Inu Yasha as he nodded towards some commotion from the back of the dressing rooms. "What's going on back there?"

Kagura rolled her eyes. "Oh Naraku and Onigumo are making another deal on a pretty piece of flesh that Naraku captured." A small smirk spread wickedly across her features. "Rumor has it that she's our new Cherry Child."

Miroku's eyes widened and he nearly choked. "Well, I'll be damned."

Inu Yasha rolled his eyes and looked around the room. "This place is disgusting." He gagged as the stench made his head hurt. "Hurry up and get you a damn bitch so you can get laid. The smell of this place makes my head hurt."

Miroku grinned. "Oh no, my friend, tonight is all about you." He tossed his friend a bottle of scotch with strict orders to down the liquid while he conversed with Kagura the ladies of the house. Inu Yasha opened the bottle without hesitation and took a large drink of the liquid. He lowered the bottle from his lips and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Maybe this will kill my senses a bit," he grumbled.

Time passed like the alcohol in Inu Yasha's system until finally Miroku turned to the groggy boy.

"OK we've decided. The Cherry Child is to be yours tonight. Don't worry, it's on me." The lecherous man grinned as he downed the last of Inu Yasha's liquor. "And you are not to come out until morning," he warned, his finger in his face.

Inu Yasha blinked and looked at the finger in his face, making himself go cross eyed. "Uhhhhh ok..." he said slowly.

Miroku helped Inu Yasha to his feet and guided him down the hallway to the door to which Kagura had given him the key. "Now Inu Yasha," he started, turning the key in the lock. "This door locks on the outside, and I have the only key, so don't even try anything, because it won't work." His friend's rancid breath made him cringe and wave a hand in front of his face. "Okay," he said, heaving Inu Yasha up. "In you go!" And with that, he shoved him into the room.

Inu Yasha landed on the floor. "Damn, that bottle of alcohol affected me more than I thought it would," he said as he got to his feet.

A girl stood in the center of the dimly lit room, her flowing ebony waves cascading down her back, bared by the dress she was wearing. "I suppose you're my first paying customer," she said stiffly.

Inu Yasha cast his amber eyes on her. "I would suppose so," he said as he dusted himself off.

The girl took a deep breath and she turned around. The over all effect of Onigumo's crew in the end, even she had to admit was stunning. Her lips were glossed to a slippery inviting pout and her dress dipped low, bearing her cleavage to him, far more than was allowed decent in any village she had ever lived in. But that was behind her now. She was a slave to the whore house, bought and paid for.

The girl lifted her stormy grey blue eyes to the boy's amber gaze and stepped towards him. "So where would you like me?" she asked quietly.

Inu Yasha shrugged and looked indifferent. "Doesn't matter to me," he said quietly.

The girl reached an only slightly shaking hand forward to trace up his leg from his knee and higher on the inside of his thigh. "Then how would you like to do this?" she asked, her breath tickling his ear as she leaned in close to his neck, her lips just brushing against his skin.

Inu Yasha licked his lips. "You don't have to do this; I just did this on a dare from my perverted friend."

A flicker of hope shone in the girl's eyes before she looked down and bit her lip. "But you have already paid for me."

The boy rolled his eyes. "So? I don't see what the big deal is about that," he said as he pulled off his leather jacket and placed it on a chair.

Kagome sighed in relief and leaned against the wall, her hair falling in front of her eyes. Suddenly she blinked and looked up. "Wait, you wont tell Onigumo, will you?"

Inu Yasha raised a brow. "Not unless you tell them first; Miroku would never let me live it down," he said as he sat down on the bed.

A pounding came from the door that rattled the frame. "I don't hear her screaming in pleasure yet, Inu Yasha!" Miroku's voice came through the door.

Inu Yasha growled. "Its called foreplay you dumb fuck!" he yelled back. "You should know since your nothing but a fucking man whore!"

A key turned in the lock and Miroku walked in. His eyes fell on the two completely clothed individuals and a brow arched high on his head. "What's wrong love? Is this mongrel just not doing it for you?" he asked Kagome.

The girl blushed darkly. "N-no it's not that!"

The silver haired man jumped up from the bed and shoved Miroku out the door. He glared at his friend who was now lying on the floor. "Get the fuck out, and stay out, damn it!" he shouted and cracked his knuckles. "Come in again and I will break your face!"

The boy chuckled and looked up at the man wickedly. "You do know Sesshoumaru is here right? He was very disgruntled to find out that his younger brother got the Cherry Child." Kagome's blush seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. Miroku stood up and brushed his coat off. "Sesshoumaru's second on the waiting list, so he'll be able to tell if you lived up to your challenge you know. I'm sure that's the last person you want to know."

Inu Yasha growled and slammed the door hard enough to cause it to groan from the force "Damn it," he muttered and looked over to Kagome.

The girl looked up at the angry looking man anxiously. "I-I have a waiting list?"

He ran a hand into his silver hair. "Yeah virgins are in high demand."

Kagome bit her lip nervously and forced a laugh. "Heh, I'm a celebrity already..."

Inu Yasha laughed quietly. "Looks like it, kid, but I don't think this is the kind of fame you want."

"No," she admitted softly. Sighing, she reached behind her and started undoing the back of her dress carefully.

The boy cast his eyes away "What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

Her shaky voice reached his ears just barely over the rustling of her clothes as the dress fell to the ground. "We don't really have a choice, do we?" she mumbled.

His golden gaze moved over to her. "We can act like we did it," Inu Yasha said quietly. "I know you don't want to and I'm not going to make you."

She lifted her eyes to rest on his chest as she walked toward him and started unbuttoning his shirt. "This is what I was sold to do. I have to get used to it sooner or later. Might as well do it now, and help you save your dignity as well." Her soft smile trembled as it spread across her lips. "Besides, I'm glad that it is you first, and not some sex hungry fiend who wouldn't care how I felt."

Inu Yasha reached up and grabbed her hands and stopped her. "How on earth did you get into this mess?" he asked as he looked down at her small hands.

She lifted her soft silver blue eyes up to his that reflected the dancing candlelight. A pliable breeze blew her ebony tresses against his body and she shivered slightly, as she was captured by his golden eyes.

"My father sold me into slavery to Naraku to pay a debt, and Naraku sold me to his cousin Onigumo."

The boy scowled as he listened and compared her hands to his. "So, if I was to pay the debt, would they let you go?"

Her eyes widened slightly and she blushed, looking away. "I suppose so, but even if you did, I wouldn't have anywhere to go." Her eyes clouded over slightly. "I can never go back to my father's."

"I will pay the debt and then you can start a new life," Inu Yasha said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. "This is no life for anyone," he said.

Kagome looked up at the man again, shock evident on her face. It took her a while to get out what she wanted to say. "D-don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for your offer, but...you don't have to do this..."

He frowned slightly. "Yes I do, I can't leave you like this. I'm not doing this just for you, ok, I consider this a favor to you, and a debt that I have to repay for my mother," he said as he shoved a handful of cash into her hand. "Don't worry, I don't need to be repaid."

She stared at him and closed her fingers around the money and then looked down. "I...I can't accept this..." she whispered hoarsely, holding the money back out to him.

He forced her hand back. "Take it."

She looked up at him, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Even if I did get out of here, I would wind up working nothing better than I am now. I'm not even old enough to get a job, and no school would accept me anymore, now that I have been sold to slavery!"

"If my mother could make it, so can you," Inu Yasha said as he locked his golden gaze onto her eyes. "You're under estimating yourself."

She blushed and looked up at him. "But... what about your friend and your brother?"

"They can kiss my ass; I don't give a shit what they think about me," he said as he looked back at the door, knowing Miroku was there. "I will just kill them later."

Miroku burst in, a pained look on his face. "Inu Yasha, honestly!" He grinned lecherously, at seeing Kagome in a corset and leggings set and nothing else. He gave her a sweeping glance, taking in her long pale legs and busty demeanor. "Well, well. Looks like the Cherry Child has a hot body under that dress."

Kagome blushed and ducked against Inu Yasha's chest.

Inu Yasha growled at Miroku his golden eyes on fire. "That's it, pretty boy, consider your face broken, and I hope you have a good plastic surgeon!"

Miroku waved his hands in front of him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he cried.

Kagome glared at him. "What are you doing in here!?"

Miroku grinned lecherously and leaned towards her. "Well, you said you were too young to get a job right? Kagura told me you were like 15. You're welcome to stay at our dorm, and I'm sure we can sneak you into the school to get an education if Inu Yasha's loving enough that he's gonna pay your way outta here."

Inu Yasha snarled at his friend "Now hold up a minute here. She doesn't need to be around a lech like you."

Miroku grinned again, his eyes twinkling. "Then why not have her stay in your room?"

Inu Yasha blinked. "Why can't we just get her a place to stay?"

Miroku shrugged slightly. "Oh, just you know how Naraku is. If he finds out one of his possessions has been sold to you of all people, he's gonna be all over her like white on rice. At least this way you can keep an eye on her."

Kagome blinked, confused up at Inu Yasha. "You know Naraku?"

Inu Yasha growled. "We have a long history." He sighed. "Fine, she will stay with me, but only for a short time."

Miroku grinned wickedly and bustled about the girl froofing her hair and pulling it back, pretending to take her measurements with his hands. "Let's see, we can probably get you a small uniform and bind these beauties..." he said as he groped her, causing a crimson blush to spread across her face and her hands to tighten in Inu Yasha's shirt.

Inu Yasha slapped his friend's hands away. "Hey, hands off, damn it!" he shouted.

The boy looked up at Inu Yasha, with an innocent look on his face. "What?" I was just seeing how tight we'd need to bind her breasts since she'll be attending an all boy's school."

"Yeah, well, you don't have to grope her now do ya?!" he shot back.

"I was taking her measurements!" Miroku proclaimed, indignantly.

"Yeah right, next time you need a damn jock strap, remind me to grab you and take your fucking measurements!" Inu Yasha said with a growl.

Miroku arched a brow and examined his nails. "If you insist. I mean, I know I'm irresistible..."

While they were bickering, Kagome just sank further and further against Inu Yasha, trying to hide herself against him.

Inu Yasha smirked. "Remember, Miroku, we have Phys Ed together, and I have seen you naked in the shower." He laughed. "I didn't see much there."

Miroku rolled his eyes. "Hey, that water is fucking cold. It makes it shrink."

Kagome flung her hands against her ears. "Ok, ok, ok!"