InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Broken Anonymity ( Chapter 10 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness, so deal with it. And yes, Sango will be leaping straight over that line. In case anyone forgot, this is a fic that is meant for mature readers, if you can't handle it, please accept my deepest apologizes, but this fic deals with adult themes. This chapter holds a lot of vulgarity; so if you think you may find it offensive, don't read it. I must admit this chapter as well as the next chapter is my favorites, thus far. Please enjoy. I'll try to update again next Friday, but I'm not quite sure how that's going to work out since I'm leaving for North Carolina tomorrow. By the way, you guys, every last one of you, freaking amaze me!!! Thanks for your support!!

 

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anyone with the exception of Nya, and Dr. Aikio. All others belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Chapter 10:

 

Broken Anonymity

 

“God, I can't wait until these damn blind dates are over,” Kagome hissed as she hit the lock button on her key ring to lock her car. Shifting her bag to her shoulder, she then straightened out her lithe waist length jacket and started towards the restaurant where she was supposed to meet, the sure to be buffoon, Akitoki.

 

`Maybe, I should just let Sango come in late,' she thought as she ran her fingers through her hair with one hand while pulling open the door to the restaurant with the other.

 

Stepping into the establishment, she silently murmured, `I'm going to relax. I'm going to just go with the flow. If I don't expect him to be anything other than a jerk, I won't be disappointed.' Stopping at the maitre de's desk, she asked with a polite smile, “Has the Higurashi party arrived?”

 

Glancing down at the ledger in front of him, the older gentleman replied with a smile, “Ah, yes. You must be Kagome. The gentleman by the name of Akitoki has already been seated. I'll escort you to your table.”

 

Not wanting to draw any more attention to herself then absolutely necessary, Kagome replied quickly, while shaking her jacket off, “No! I mean, just point to the table and I'll seat myself.”

 

The maitre de seemed a little thrown off by this, but quickly recovered and grudgingly pointed her in the right direction.

 

Staring in the direction that he'd pointed, Kagome took a deep breath and stated, “Thank you, I'll take it from here,” as she strolled towards the table in question.

 

She felt like everyone in the place was staring at her. Did they know that she was on a blind date? Did they know that she was so pathetic that her assistant was setting her up on this date? Did they know that she was a nervous wreck and felt like turning and running at full speed out the door?

 

It sure felt like it.

 

Squaring her shoulders, she held her head even higher as she approached the table that the maitre de had pointed out. Refusing to look to her right or left, she locked eyes with the dark haired; round faced young man, who, upon seeing her, broke into wide, welcoming smile.

 

`Not bad,' Kagome thought as she smiled back at him. She had to admit that Sango was right, he was definitely a lot cuter than her last date. Hell, he was actually one of the most attractive men she'd seen since arriving in town. Of course, he had nothing on Takashi Sesshomaru or the Motorcycle Bandit, but he was definitely a looker in his own right.

 

Akitoki, her date for the evening, stood quickly to his feet and reached around to pull her chair out for her, while taking her jacket and laying it over the back of his chair. “For a while there, I thought you were going to stand me up,” he laughed in a joking tone as he sat back down in his chair.

 

Kagome giggled nervously, and replied, “Now why on earth would I do something as silly as that?” She was realizing rather quickly that this date had the possibility of going a lot differently than the last one. After all, he was a cutie and he did greet her in a courteous manner.

 

Akitoki shrugged his shoulders and blushed at what he figured was a rhetorical question. Sighing lightly, he said with a smile, “Wow, I was really nervous about meeting you, but now I don't know why I even wasted the energy. You're absolutely stunning.”

 

Kagome couldn't help but to blush. She'd only been sitting here a minute or two and already he'd complimented her, made her laugh, and she hadn't had one thought of how much of a loser he probably was.

 

`Maybe Sango was right,' she thought, but replied verbally and in a soft flirty tone, “Why, what did you expect?”

 

Staring her directly in her eyes, he replied softly, “I don't know. Sango kept telling me that you were, nice and you know what they say when someone sets you up on a blind date with a person that they claim is `nice.'”

 

Already knowing what is normally said about a nice guy or girl, Kagome queried evenly as if she hadn't a clue, “No, what do they say?”

 

“You can prepare to meet someone with a really great personality, but she or he will be, more than likely, a dog in the looks department.”

 

Kagome stared at him for a moment, not sure if he had actually said that out loud. In the end, she couldn't stop herself from openly laughing at the ugly truth in his statement. Sure, she'd always thought that and discussed it openly with her friends, but never had she talked about it like this. And with a date of all people!

 

As her laughter died down to a mere giggle, she quipped seriously and more to see how he would respond, “That's funny enough, but it makes you sound a little shallow.”

 

“Please, don't take it like that,” Akitoki, pleaded. “I just happen to believe that for a relationship to work you have to be with someone that you not only love and respect, but also wouldn't mind being seen in public with.”

 

`Check and Mate,' Kagome thought incredulously. Either this Akitoki guy was just telling her what he thought she wanted to hear, or he was definitely worth a closer look. So far, she had to admit that she was impressed. “Good answer, Akitoki, but I'm going to be watching you,” she replied with a flirtatious giggle.

 

The young man sat forward, stared directly in her eyes and asked seriously, “So does that mean that you'll go on another date with me, Kagome?”

 

She didn't know what to say to that. Surely, he wasn't serious. They'd just met. Sure, he was funny, handsome, owned his own business, (even if it was just a delivery company), and he could hold a pretty nice conversation, but wasn't he moving a little fast?

 

“Akitoki, are you asking me out on another date? We only met 10 minutes ago,” she replied, her voice laced with skepticism. “You've barely even asked me anything about myself.” She hoped that that would hold him off just a little, but like the suave, intellectual man he was rapidly turning out to be, he had a perfect comeback.

 

“Well, I don't want to find out everything on the first date. That way, if you give me your phone number or if you actually do give me another date, we'll have more to talk about.”

 

`Holy hell, is this guy for real?' she thought as she stared at him with a bewildered look on her face. Picking up her glass of water, she took a quick sip as she tried to regain what was left of her composure, but fell short. “I… We…we'll see. Let's see if we can get through this date first, okay?” she stuttered, unwilling to believe that he was genuine.

 

Smiling over at her as he reached for his menu, Akitoki replied, “Fair enough, Pretty Lady, but I'll tell you now, I'm not going to take no for an answer. When I see something I want, I tend to go after it.”

 

Staring at her date in disbelief, Kagome tried her best to not freak out. She was more than sure that any other woman in her situation would've been swooning over him and falling in love with the words that fell from his lips. She, however, couldn't help but think, `That comment was a little stalkerish, wasn't it?'

 

Kagome was well aware that `stalkerish' wasn't a word, but in her mind, it suited him just fine.

 

`I need to call Sango because this guy can't be for real. There has to be something wrong with him. I bet that's it! I bet he's a fucking stalker on the low,' she thought as she smiled softly at him and stated, “Please excuse me, I need to powder my nose.” Not giving him a chance to reply, she stood quickly to her feet and hurried towards the bathroom, without one backward glance.

 

Pushing the door open with one hand, she reached into her purse with her other and pulled out her cellular phone. After checking to make sure that no one else was in the bathroom with her, with the exception of the bathroom attendant, Kagome quickly dialed Sango's home number.

 

Setting her purse on the counter, she stared in the mirror at her reflection as the phone rang three times before it was picked up. “Good evening,” a manly voice stated.

 

“Hi Miroku, is Sango available?” Kagome questioned impatiently.

 

“Kagome, hi, how are you? I hope your date is going well,” he stated, then continued, “Or is it not because, I'm sure if it was, you wouldn't be calling right now, would you?”

 

Kagome grimaced and rolled her eyes. “No, it's not that. I just need to talk to Sango about something.”

 

“I see. Well, tell Akitoki, I said hello and I'm looking forward to our game on Sunday. I'll get Sango for you, okay?”

 

Kagome didn't mean to be short with him, but she was on borrowed time. She had a potential stalker waiting on her and she knew that if she spent a lot of time in a public bathroom, then people would start to talk.

 

She heard the phone being passed and Miroku say something that she couldn't quite comprehend, then she heard Sango question, “Kagome? Is everything okay? Don't tell me, he turned out to be an ass too because, if he did, I swear I'll take it out of Miroku's ass.”

 

Kagome heard Miroku ask, “Is that a promise?” Refusing to allow herself to get distracted, she stated, “That's the problem. He's almost too goddamn perfect!”

 

Sango laughed. “So you called because I set you up on a date with someone that you honestly can't find anything wrong with? Boss Lady, you really need to seek some professional help.”

 

“Sango, I'm not joking or laughing! Everything I say, he has the perfect answer to. It's almost like he was standing in front of a mirror rehearsing this date or something.”

 

“Have you ever stopped to think that maybe he didn't rehearse anything? Maybe he's actually genuine. You know, when someone speaks from their heart, they tend to stumble over their words a lot less,” Sango replied.

 

Kagome frowned at her reflection as she ran her fingertips over the tender flesh of her eyelid. “Did you hear that shit on Dr. Phil or Oprah?” Not waiting for her friend to reply, she finished, “Now stop fucking with me, what's wrong with him?”

 

Sango laughed. “Baka, there's nothing wrong with him. You just need to stop looking for problems where there are none. You know what they say, with every situation that you experience, there is only one common denominator, you.”

 

Glancing at the bathroom attendant that was sitting on a stool pretending to sleep, Kagome replied, “You really need to stop reading those damn self help books.” Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her tube of lipstick and added, “He's said something that sounded a little stalkerish to me.”

 

“Stalker-ish?” Sango questioned, trying to hold back her laugh.

 

“Yeah, stalk-er-ish, damn-it! He asked me out on another date and when I told him we should see how this date goes, he said that he doesn't take no for an answer. That sounds a little psychotic, doesn't it?” Kagome finished as she meshed her lips together in an attempt to even out her lipstick.

 

“Miroku, stop it,” Sango stated in between bouts of giggles.

 

“Hello, Sango, I have a date waiting,” Kagome grumbled in a melodiously irritated tone.

 

“Yeah, yeah, I know but Miroku won't stop groping me! I swear he's like a fucking octopus! I take his hands off of my tits and before I have time to think, he's grabbing my ass! Then I remove them from there and hit him, I might add, and he's palming my crotch!”

 

“Okay, that's just too much information. What should I do about Akitoki?” Kagome questioned, cutting her off.

 

“Okay, okay, let's see. You're on a date with a guy that obviously likes you. He hasn't done anything to turn you off and you're not even half way through your date and he's already asked you out on a second one. If I were you, I'd stomp back over to that table, throw a drink in his fucking face, tell him to kiss my ass, and storm out. How dare he actually show some genuine interest in you?” Sango questioned in a huff, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She then finished, “However, I'm not you. I'd probably fuck him.”

 

Kagome heard Miroku shout in the background, “Like hell you would!” Blocking him out, she frowned thoughtfully. She understood exactly what Sango was trying to tell her through her crude attempt at sarcasm and she couldn't help but grimace.

 

Was she really that messed up mentally and so jaded that she would try to create problems where there were none? Was she really that cynical?

 

`Yes and yes,' Kagome thought sadly.

 

The guy, Akitoki, was definitely a hottie, he could hold a damn good conversation, he was funny, and he had a stable job. What wasn't there to like about him? She damn sure didn't want to marry him or anything, but he was definitely dateable and fuck-able, wasn't he?

 

“So you think I should screw him?” Kagome whispered into the phone.

 

“When did I become your Pussy Pimp?” Sango queried seriously and without missing a beat.

 

Kagome pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it, unsure of exactly how she was supposed to respond to that. “Did…you…just…say `Pussy Pimp'?”

 

“Yes, I did,” Sango declared, then added, “When I can tell you who you should and should not sleep with, that makes me your `Pussy Pimp.'”

 

Shaking her head, Kagome replied, “You have got to be the most vulgar woman I know.”

 

Perhaps that statement would have made a normal woman feel bad or immoral, but not Sango. Instead, she replied proudly, “Why thank you, I try.”

 

“And you say I need help,” Kagome stated. Shortly after, she heard Sango burst out laughing. Curiosity got the best of her and she asked, “What's so funny? I know you're not laughing at my situation!”

 

In between bouts of laughter, the hysterical woman tried to catch her breath while responding, “Mi…ro…ku.”

 

“What's the lech doing now?”

 

Sango broke out in a fit of laughter again, this time more boisterous than the last. Kagome could hear the phone hit the floor as her friend started to wheeze and snort as if she couldn't catch her breath. `Those two have got to be the most ridiculous couple on the face of the planet,' she thought as she heard the phone being moved around. “Sango, you still there?”

 

“Yeah…yeah. Girl, I swear, this damn Miroku is a fucking clown! He's standing at the end of the hallway, butt…ass…naked, pouting like a sad puppy and holding up a jar of Vaseline!”

 

Kagome couldn't stop herself from joining in the laughter. The visual in her mind of Miroku… the Miroku she had just met, that seemed suave and somewhat refined, standing butt naked and pouting like a pathetic puppy, while holding up a jar of Vaseline was just a little too priceless. “You're joking! He's not!”

 

“Yes, he is! I told him my period was on, but I guess he has plans for other orifices in my body,” Sango confirmed in between giggles.

 

“Alright…Alright. You go and handle your horny fiancé and I'll call you tomorrow.” Kagome could tell that Sango was either still laughing or was distracted by doing something else because it took her a second or two to respond.

 

“Alright. Kagome, don't stress, okay? It's just a date. If you choose to sleep with him, then do it without regrets and with lots of protection. If you don't sleep with him, definitely take him up on that second date because I know you're a little more than backed up.”

 

Knowing that Sango had just made a jab at her sexual, or rather lack of a sexual life, Kagome replied snippily, “Yeah, well make sure you don't get the Vaseline all over your sheets, because it's a bastard to get out.” With that, she hung up the phone and shoved it in her purse. “Tramp,” she hissed lovingly as she turned on her heels and headed towards the door.

 

She didn't have a clue as to what she was going to do about this date and possibly second date thing, but she knew that if he kept up the way he was going, she was probably going to end up screwing him. If only to knock the dust off and to remind her of what it's like to actually have a warm body lying next to her.

 

Rounding the corner that led back into the eating area, she schooled her features and tried to look as pleasant and welcoming as possible. As she passed the bar area, she noticed the maitre de walking swiftly towards her, so she stopped and waited for him to walk the rest of the way.

 

“Higurashi-sama, your date asked me to tell you that he had a family emergency that he had to attend to.”

 

Kagome replied incredulously, her face taking on a deep scowl, “What?”

 

“Akitoki-san, stated that he had a family emergency. The bill has already been taken care of.”

 

Shaking her head as if she was having a hard time comprehending what he was trying to tell her, she repeated, “What?”

 

“Once again, your date, Akitoki-san…”

 

Kagome snapped irritably, “I heard what you said the first two times! Running her hand angrily through her hair, she stomped away and towards the table she had been sitting at with him. “That bastard! He had a family-fucking emergency? What bullshit! Does he think I'm stupid? I'm so sick of these fucking assholes wasting my fucking time,” she growled low.

 

Snatching up her jacket, she stomped towards the door, fuming. `Fucking moron couldn't even wait for me to come out of the damn bathroom? Yeah, family emergency my ass! He probably saw his wife or ex-wife walk by the window and ran out. Why else would he choose such a secluded fucking place? Bastard!'

 

Stopping at the door, she closed her eyes and inhaled slowly. Up until this point, she had been in a damn good mood. Well, maybe not a damn good mood, but it was better than her mood on most days.

 

`He did me a favor, that's all! He did me a fucking favor! I probably would have slept with him, started to like him, and forgot why I despise these penis carrying bastards,' she thought as she turned and, for some unknown reason, headed towards the bar.

 

Sitting down on one of the stools at the far end of the bar and away from a couple openly necking, Kagome growled, hating herself for even letting Sango talk her into halfway thinking that any man was different from what she was accustomed to.

 

“Can I get you something?” the bartender, who was a very attractive native, asked.

 

“Double Martini on the rocks,” she replied without thinking about it. `What was I thinking? Here I am considering sleeping with that jerk and he runs out on me. Wow, wow, and double damn wow! I can't win for fucking losing,' she thought heatedly.

 

Perhaps a small part of her wanted to, desperately needed to believe that perhaps all men weren't the same. It wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for her. But how could she even entertain that thought when she was always being accosted by assholes, jerks, bastards, cheaters, liars, and pricks?!

 

“Would you like to open a running tab or do you want to pay for this now?” the bartender queried, while setting her drink in front of her.

 

“This is going to be long night,” Kagome murmured, more to herself.

 

“Great, I'll open you a tab then,” he stated, then finished, “Let me know when you're ready for another one.”

 

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” she replied, not caring one way or the other.

 

`I'm so sick of this,' she thought with a heavy sigh. Resting her elbow on the bar, she let her head fall forward on her balled up fist. How much more of this was she supposed to take before she snapped?

 

Quite honestly, she was tired. Tired of everything! The losers, the letdowns, the disappointments, and the pretense! All of it!!

 

`I swear if I meet one more…pathetic…jerk, I'll scream,' she hissed, while taking a nice long slow sip of her drink.

 

“Caused any accidents lately?”

 

She heard the voice, but there wasn't a damn thing familiar about it, nor did she pay attention to the words that he'd spoken. Her first thought was, `This shit is unreal. How is it possible that the entire loser population gravitates towards me? Am I some kind of fucking magnet for losers?'

 

She didn't want to turn and look at him, whoever he was, but she knew if she didn't at least snarl at him, he'd think it was okay to sit next to her; and goddamn it, it wasn't!

 

Closing her eyes, Kagome inhaled slowly and exhaled even slower as she turned in her chair.

 

Her eyes traveled slowly up the length of his lean body. Over his brown Italian shoes, up his perfectly pressed dark blue slacks, across his brown leather belt, up and across his finely pressed, olive green button down shirt, and then her heart skipped a beat. Her hands became sweaty, and her lips parted as her eyes rose the final quarter of an inch to his fanged mouth and the white hair that hung over his shoulders.

 

`No…fucking…w…way,' she thought as she stared at him. Her hand came up to cover her chest in a manner befitting someone experiencing heart failure.

 

Kagome quickly took in his chiseled jaw line, his supple perfect lips, his stout nose, and the unbelievable golden eyes that stared back at her as if reading her every thought, dream, fantasy. Then finally, she looked up at the two little ears on top of his head.

 

The stunned woman shook her head, not wanting to believe that her dream…her lover…her dream lover…her motorcycle bandit was standing there in front of her.

 

She tried to find something to say, but the only thing that came out was a hesitant, skeptical, “You?” However her thoughts revolved, twisted, intersected, and hissed one word, `Trouble.'

 

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

 

A/A/T: I know you guys hate me right now, because this is the moment that you all have been looking forward to, but I just couldn't all of a sudden throw in Inuyasha's point of view. And when I write their first conversation, I want to write it from both of their perspectives. So sit tight it's coming.

 

Next Chapter: Extreme Measures

 

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