InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Doing It My Way ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that super fine line of OOCness. Mild Lemon Warning!! Once again, I'm having entirely too much fun writing this. I know some of you will probably be disappointed with what one of the characters will be doing and to whom, but hang in there and remember I forewarned you, this fic will not play out the way you may think it will. That being said; thank you all for your wonderful reviews. Each one that I receive pushes me to update even faster!!

 

Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi, with the exception of Nya, created all other characters.

 

Chapter 4

 

Doing It My Way

 

He pounded into her with vicious unbridled anger. He didn't see her face or acknowledge that she was a human being.

 

He rode her like she was an inanimate object…a nothing…a nobody. He didn't consider that she had feelings or was possibly someone's daughter, sister, and friend or perhaps even some poor underprivileged child's mother; the hanyou didn't care.

 

He'd gone to a small tavern after work to get a drink and find some quiet solitude and just a moment of peace, but instead he found her.

 

He tried ignoring her, he tried being cold to her, forcing her away, but, just like every other scandalous bitch out there, she just kept coming at him. It was obvious from her state of dress what she was after, so, after a 6 pack of Red Stripe and a pack of cigarettes, he felt obliged to at least release the tension he had been carrying around for months now.

 

He didn't ask her name or what she did, quite honestly he didn't care; she was a means to an end.

 

Pulling back on her bleached blonde ponytail, he rammed into her harder and harder as he felt the end drawing closer.

 

How many times had he done this with Kikyo?

 

He slammed harshly into the nameless woman again as she screamed for pleasurable mercy with her lips, yet bucked back against him with her hips.

 

How many times had Kikyo screamed his name in pleasure, begging him for more?

 

Inuyasha growled as his anger surged to the forefront. Twisting his hand around the base of her ponytail, he yanked angrily back on it, causing the woman to scream out in what could've been agony.

 

Perhaps her screams, under any other circumstance, would have made him stop or at least ask her if she was all right, but he didn't care. After all she had a mouth; she could've easily said, “Stop, no,” or even “enough”.

 

`Fuck her!' he growled as he stared at the back of her head, then down at the sweat beading up between her slender shoulders and trickling quickly down her spine.

 

Maybe if he hadn't met her in some dank disgusting bar, dressed like the skank that she was, he would've had at least an ounce of respect for her. But this bleach blonde whore, she deserved nothing less than this; nothing less than being treated like the dried up cow that she truly was.

 

The women squealed beneath him as her body began to shake, quiver, and twitch uncontrollably.

 

Inuyasha continued to pound into her, each time with just a little more vigor, a little more anger. He could feel the relief that he so desperately needed within reach, calling to him, beckoning him to come get it!

 

Pulling out of her, he flipped her over and hissed coldly, “Suck it,” while pulling off the condom that he'd put on earlier.

 

Unbelievably, she obliged with no resistance. Crawling towards him quickly, the wretched woman wrapped her lips possessively around his shaft and sucked him in as deep as she could without gagging.

 

Inuyasha wasn't satisfied with this, so he took over and began pumping in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. He didn't care if the bitch choked on her own tongue, he wanted his end and he wanted this dirty bitch to swallow every drop of his seed like the septic tank she was.

 

He heard her choking…gagging, pleading for him to slow down, but he held her head in place and pumped even harder until the tingles that started in his abdomen took over his body, causing him to spasm and spill what felt like buckets of semen into her mouth.

 

Panting heavily, he pushed the woman away from him and rolled off his bed. He didn't want to be near her or even speak to her for that matter!

 

Glancing at her quickly as he picked up the used condom off the floor, he growled low in his throat, hating himself for being this weak.

 

“What's your name, Honey?” she asked as she rolled over, pulling the covers up to cover her breasts as if she were tucking herself in for the night.

 

Inuyasha stopped dead in his tracks. `This bitch just let me fuck her and she doesn't even know my name?' he thought as he reached for his wallet.

 

Pulling out three hundred dollars, he tossed it on the bed. “I'm going to take a shower, be gone by the time I get out,” he stated impassively.

 

Sitting up, she picked up the money and stared at it in disbelief. “I'm not a whore, you bastard!”

 

Inuyasha scoffed dryly and replied, “Well if it walks like a whore and fucks like a whore, it probably is a whore.”

 

“You son of a bitch!” the woman screamed angrily.

 

“I've heard worse, now get the fuck out. Your services are no longer needed,” the hanyou replied as he picked up his towel and walked into the bathroom.

 

Shutting the door, he stared disappointedly at his reflection in the mirror as he listened to the pissed off woman mumble incoherent things about asshole pricks who think they're better than everyone else.

 

Inuyasha sighed. That wasn't the absolute truth. He didn't think he was better than anyone, he just knew he was better than some dirty slut that comes onto him and any other guy at a fucking bar.

 

After hearing his bedroom door slam shut, then the front door a few seconds later, he turned on the shower. The hanyou made sure that it was as hot as his body could stand before he stepped in, hoping to scrub away the rancid scent of the woman from his mind, his body.

 

Sixty minutes later, he finally stepped out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. As he entered his room, Inuyasha immediately made his way over to his bed and began stripping the sheets off.

 

Unlike the other sheets, these he would not have the maid wash. He would instead tell her to burn them, and then throw the ashes in a far off dumpster.

 

Using the towel that he'd dried off with; he balled up the sheets in a tight roll and started to shuffle towards the kitchen, but stopped. Glancing back at the bed, he whispered, his voice condescending, “She's not a whore, eh? Well she sure took the money meant for a whore.”

 

Turning away from the bed, he laughed as he made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. Pulling a large garbage bag out of the cabinet, Inuyasha dropped the sheets and towel in, and then tied it in a tight knot. All the while thinking, `All women are the fucking same.'

 

Standing there butt ass naked, the irritated hanyou pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and chugged it as he strolled over to the huge window and stared out at the skyline. Sparing a moment to glance at the clock on his entertainment center, he immediately noticed it read 9:53 P.M.

 

He wasn't tired in the least and, more importantly, he had no desire at the moment to dream a little dream of Kikyo.

 

`Maybe I'll go for a ride. It has been a while since I've taken the bike out,' he thought as he turned away from the window and headed back to his bedroom to throw something on.

 

The hanyou hadn't always been as cold and pessimistic as he was now. At one time, he was a very caring man. He was a pleaser, someone that would always put everyone else's wants and desires before his own.

 

Unfortunately, that was a time best left forgotten. It was the reason, in his mind, that he had been used and discarded by the woman he loved. It was a period in his life that he had no desire to go back to.

 

He knew that his mother would roll over in her grave if she knew that the compassionate son she had raised had turned out like this.

 

After what he did to that woman, what he said to her, he knew without a doubt that he had finally emerged from his cocoon of deceit and heartbreak as the man he'd promised his mother he would never become.

 

After pulling on a pair of dark blue, baggy jeans, a gray crewneck sweater and his boots, Inuyasha then grabbed a lithe leather jacket out of the closet and his keys off the counter as he left his condo.

 

He didn't have the time or the energy to spend on self-reflection. He wasn't an innocent pup anymore; he was now a man. Perhaps, if he'd been this person in the beginning, he wouldn't have gotten his heart broken in the first place.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

Kagome sat in the far back corner of the dimly lit restaurant, waiting impatiently for her blind date to arrive.

 

Glancing down at her watch, she snorted, annoyed that her date was 15 minutes late.

 

Granted, he did have Sango call her to inform her that he was running a few minutes late. Still, that didn't stop her from giving him his first strike of the night, and he only had three to get before she walked away from him and this ghastly idea of a blind date.

 

Kagome still found it hard to believe that her habitually late assistant had actually made it to work on time every day this week. And on certain occasions she'd even gotten there before she herself did.

 

`Is she really that determined to try and change my mind about men, or does she just hate losing?' she thought, while taking a sip from the glass of water she'd asked the waiter for.

 

After their girl's day out and night at the club, Kagome realized that perhaps there was a lot more to the woman called Sango. When she wasn't talking about her sexual encounters with her fiancé, she could actually be rather insightful in regards to affairs of the heart and the happenings of the world around them.

 

Since that day, she and Sango had taken up speaking on the phone after hours and even ventured out to dinner once or twice during the week. All in all, Kagome saw it as a plus. Besides, hadn't she been here long enough to develop a meaningful relationship with someone, even if it was another woman?

 

`At least I'll have something to tell mom the next time I speak with her. Maybe then she'll lay off a little,' she thought as she eyed a twenty something old man making his way in her direction.

 

`I will not judge him outright. I'll let him hang himself. I will not judge him outright. I'll let him hang himself,' she repeated over and over as he drew closer to her.

 

She was determined to give him nothing to go back to Sango with, since her main goal was showing her friend that she could give a man the benefit of the doubt. He would still do something or say something so fucked up that it would have her running for the hills.

 

“Kagome?” the young man asked softly as he stepped up to the table and stopped just a few feet away from her.

 

Taking him in, Kagome noticed that he could damn well use a shave, and in what world was it okay for a man to wear green pin stripe slacks with a pink shirt!? Instead of grimacing like she wanted to, she smiled and nodded her head in agreement as she asked sweetly, “Nobunaga?”

 

`His parents must have hated him, to name him something like that,' she thought abrasively.

 

“I'm so glad to finally meet you,” he avowed, taking the seat across from her.

 

`He doesn't shake my hand; he doesn't bring me flowers… What the hell, is chivalry really dead?' she thought, but replied to him, “Same here. Did you have a hard time finding the restaurant?”

 

As he replied with what she knew was pure bullshit, she allowed her eyes to trail slowly over his boyish face and his shaggy black hair. “I see,” she responded, not having heard a damn thing the young man said.

 

“Miroku told me that you're an attorney, what kind of law do you practice?” the young man inquired.

 

“Corporate law.” She wasn't about to go into any further explanations, so she quickly picked up her glass and took a gulp of water, then switched the direction of the questioning to him, “So what do you do for a living?”

 

Nobunaga puffed out his chest and smiled proudly as he replied, “I'm the assistant manager in training for the Wac Donald's on 31st.”

 

Kagome stared wide-eyed at her date and the proud, almost boastful expression on his face. `Does he really think that that's impressive? Don't be mean, Kagome, just smile and nod,' she thought as she nodded her head slowly and took another sip of her water.

 

“Would you two like to order?” the waiter asked after refilling Kagome's glass and filling Nobunaga's glass with water.

 

“Can we have a moment more, please?” Kagome asked, not really wanting to share a meal with this guy. She was hoping to buy enough time so that perhaps he would go ahead and do something so stupid that she would have no other choice but to give him the remaining two strikes.

 

Staring at Kagome, a dreamy look in his eyes, the young man blushed and stated, “Neither Sango nor Miroku mentioned to me just how pretty you were.”

 

Kagome smiled softly. How could she not? What woman doesn't like to hear compliments about her looks?

 

Not knowing when to shut his mouth, the young man continued, “My ex was pretty too. Well, actually, gorgeous,” he finished with a cheesy smile.

 

Kagome's face fell. `Just when I was thinking that maybe it would be alright to break bread with the buffoon, he goes and brings up his Ex! Who the hell brings up their ex on a first date, for Kami's sake?' she thought, looking for the sign to the ladies room.

 

Thinking that maybe if she ignored his comment and talked about something else he'd get the hint, the increasingly agitated woman inquired, “So how do you know Sango and Miroku? Have you all been friends for a long time?”

 

“Well, I play baseball with Miroku, but I only met Sango once at one of our games.”

 

“I see.”

 

“Yeah, the day we were supposed to go out to dinner with them, my girlfriend told me she didn't want to be with me anymore,” Nobunaga continued depressingly.

 

`Oh Kami, wait till I rub this in Sango's face! She set me up with this idiot that's still hung up on his goddamn ex!' Figuring that she should at least get a little more information from him so that she could do a more thorough job of gloating on Monday, Kagome queried, “When did you and she break up?”

 

“It was a year and a half ago, but I'm still hoping that she'll come to her senses,” the sullen young man replied, as if he was having a conversation with a friend. “I know she still loves me, she just needs some time to sort through her feelings.”

 

`She's had a fucking year and a half, you moron!' Kagome wanted to slam her head against the table, but refrained. So he wasn't trying to get in her panties, but he was still wasting her freaking time! “If you're still hung up on your ex like this, why are you here?”

 

“Well,” he stated blushing. “I'm still a man; I have needs like every other red blooded male out there.”

 

`Tell me he did not just say that,' she thought. He had not just told her that he was looking for a free fuck while waiting for the woman of his miserable dreams to come to her senses. `Maybe this chick, whoever she is, was onto something when she left his dumb ass!'

 

That one comment gave the unsuspecting man the two remaining strikes that Kagome had been itching to give him from the moment he sat down at the table.

 

She'd known from the second that she first laid eyes on him that there wasn't a chance in hell that they would go any further than possible drinks, but now she knew…was certain, that, even if he was sitting before her on fire, she wouldn't piss on him to put the fire out.

 

Smiling across the table at him, she stated softly, cutting off his babble, “Nobunaga, let me give you a free piece of advice. Even if your intentions are to just find someone to screw, don't tell your unsuspecting `screw' that!” Reaching in her purse, she pulled out a ten-dollar bill and a twenty-dollar bill. Tossing the twenty in his direction, she continued as she stood to her feet and placed the ten under her glass for the waiter, “Take that and buy your ex some flowers or something. Maybe she'll give you a mercy fuck because you're pathetic.”

 

The bewildered young man set there in dismay, not totally comprehending exactly what had just happened. All he knew was that he now had an extra twenty-dollars in his pocket and still had a cold bed to go home to.

 

Stepping out into the cool evening air, Kagome pulled her lissome jacket on and headed in the direction of her car. `One down and two to go,' she thought confidently as she rounded the corner and hit the switch to unlock the driver side door.

 

Setting her purse on the passenger seat, she mumbled to herself as she hit the auto start button for the ignition, “Sango my friend, you are so going to lose this little challenge of yours.”

 

Pulling out of the parking space, she heard tires squealing. Slamming on her brakes as what turned out to be a motorcycle came to a screeching halt next to her, Kagome tried desperately to gain a little control over her rapidly beating heart.

 

Thankfully they hadn't collided because the idiot didn't even have on a helmet, just a pair of extremely dark shades, which she found weird since it was nighttime.

 

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” she yelled out her window at the cyclist who just sat there glaring at her.

 

She knew it was her fault. She should have been paying attention, but, from the time she was small, whenever she was caught in the wrong she was always the first one to get defensive.

 

The rider stared at her a moment longer then revved his engine, as if trying to intimidate her.

 

Kagome glared defiantly back him, daring him to say or do anything. She quickly took note of his lightly tanned skin, his stark white, unreasonably long and untamed hair, and the two little dog-ears on the top of his head.

 

`He's a demon or at least half demon,' she thought as she inched her hand down to the lock button and pressed it so that all her doors locked at once. Still, she didn't look away…or was it that she couldn't look away?

 

There was something about this person, this stranger, that screamed danger…excitement. As weird as it was, it turned her on.

 

The cyclist turned his head slightly and sat back on his seat as he tilted his head slowly to one side. She didn't know if he was going to jump off his bike and come at her or if he was going to just take off, but what she did know was that she shouldn't be feeling excited. If she had any sense, she would've gunned her engine and left before him, but she couldn't…she didn't.

 

She watched his scowl turn into a mischievous smirk as he flashed her a fangy grin. Flicking out his tongue, he licked his bottom lip then bit down gently on it as if contemplating what to do next. Kagome blinked a few times, feeling like she was in some kind of dream, and then he was gone in a flash through the red light that set a few feet ahead of them.

 

The young woman sat back in her seat, breathing hard as she listened to her heartbeat pound within her ears. `What the hell was that about? Why did he look at me like that? Why did…why did this altercation turn me on?'

 

She hadn't realized that, for the first time in a long time, her first thought was not that this man was trying to get in her panties. Instead, she quickly took note of the fact that her panties were wetter than they had ever been in her whole sexual life. So much so that she reached under her thin skirt and pulled them off.

 

`Get a hold of yourself Kagome, a stranger is not supposed to be able to do something like this to you,' she thought as she shoved the offending undergarment in her purse and finished pulling out of the parking space, determined to make it safely home.

 

Until Next Time…(Your .02 cents are greatly appreciated.)

 

Next Chapter: Strangers In The Night

 

Acknowledgements:

 

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