InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Extreme Measures ( Chapter 11 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness. I'm sorry for the delay of this update, but over the past few weeks, I've been taken through the wringer and back again. I've already sent most of you PM's about my situation, so to everyone else, I've been mourning the loss of my 27 year old cousin who died of a Massive Heart attack. I don't want to say much else about it, except I'm really fighting or trying to fight of a case of depression that's slowly falling over me. I'm hoping that by posting this chapter and forcing myself to write the next few chapters, that it will help me combat this feeling of hopelessness that wants to consume me. I don't know when the next chapter will be posted, but please try to enjoy the whiplash you're about to experience. Thank you so much 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 11:

 

Extreme Measures

 

The ambiance at the restaurant was almost a little too romantic for the hanyou.

 

The place was so very dimly lit that it reminded him of a place you'd take someone that you didn't really want to be seen with. Each table, including the one he was sitting at, was dressed with a basic white linen tablecloth and a simple white candle that sat within a small, elegant multi-colored glass vase.

 

In between each table, there were frosted glass partitions that were just tall and wide enough to give each table a sense of privacy. The only thing you could see through the glass was a silhouette of the person sitting on the other side. It almost made it feel as if you were being given your own private little world, at least for a little while.

 

At the far left corner of the establishment and near the hallway that led to the bathrooms, there was a massive black Steinway piano that was being played by an elderly American looking gentleman.

 

Glancing around the restaurant and towards the bar area, Inuyasha had to admit that if he was ever in need of a place to take a date, this would definitely come in handy, if only for the anonymity it brought.

 

After straightening out the cuffs on his finely pressed, olive green button down shirt, Inuyasha picked up his glass and swallowed the rest of his drink. Since he'd arrived at the restaurant, he'd been sipping on Stilettos, which was basically well-aged bourbon and amaretto with a twist of lime. It was something that he didn't drink often, but had it whenever he wanted to feel mellow.

 

It was something the Sesshomaru had turned him onto a few years back. The ass had told him at that time that it was a drink he needn't order because the aged bourbon demanded class, which was something that he, being a hanyou, had none of.

 

“Always the asshole,” Inuyasha mumbled, then downed the rest of the bittersweet delight.

 

Resting his forearm on the table, he twirled the ice around in the empty glass as his mind turned in the direction of his pushy secretary and friend, though he hated to admit it, Nya.

 

It had happened just like he thought it would. The morning after he'd basically hung up on her, she'd stormed into the office and essentially guilted him into going on the date. He tried to make up excuses, but each one that he threw at her; she tossed right back in his face.

 

In the end, he realized two things. First, she knew him a little too damn well, and second, she really had no fucking idea how to mind her own goddamn business.

 

Noticing his waitress walking in his direction, the hanyou stated while holding out the glass for her to take, “Bring me another one.”

 

“Of course. Are you ready to order or will someone be joining you?” she queried politely.

 

Without looking up at her, Inuyasha replied, his voice holding arrogance that he only used when speaking with his subordinates, “Just bring me the drink. I'll let you know when I'm ready to order.”

 

Bowing lightly, the young woman that couldn't be much older than 18 or 19 at the most, took his glass and stated, “Right away, Sir.”

 

The well-dressed hanyou had been sitting here at this restaurant for thirty minutes now, but he honestly didn't mind this time. What made it different was that he'd altered the place that the date was supposed take place and purposely failed to inform Nya, therefore she couldn't inform the chick that played with vagina's for a living.

 

`Problem solved.'

 

He knew it was probably cruel of him to do because the woman was no doubt waiting at the correct restaurant, checking her watch every five minutes and looking at every guy that walked in the door or past the window, thinking that maybe it was him.

 

Part of him…a very small part of him, wanted to at least phone the place and leave a message for her, but the big, cold part of him couldn't care less if she sat there for minutes, hours or weeks.

 

`I bet it'll be a cold day in hell before she goes on another blind date,' he thought as he allowed his eyes to roam slowly over the other patrons. Well, the ones that he could see anyway.

 

It was mostly couples that were celebrating one thing or the other, but there were a few men and even a few women sitting all by themselves as if waiting for someone.

 

Allowing his eyes to rest for a brief moment on a young man that was sitting at a table a few feet away and behind him, Inuyasha noticed immediately that he was nervously tapping his foot and staring at the door every couple of seconds.

 

`Poor bastard probably got stood up and he doesn't even know it yet,' he thought with a smirk as he checked his Parmigiani Fluerier wristwatch.

 

He didn't know why he'd decided to wear it tonight since he'd never desired to wear it any other night. Not even on the day of his wedding. But tonight, he felt compelled to crack the safe open and strap it to his wrist. Any other day he would've just grabbed his TAGHuer Link.

 

The watch was another priceless family heirloom that was passed down to him from his father. If he remembered correctly, he could only remember a few times, maybe twice, that his father actually wore the damn thing. It actually perplexed the hanyou that his father, or anyone else for that matter, would purchase a watch that cost more than most people's homes did.

 

Staring down at it with a thoughtful frown, Inuyasha heard his father's voice echoing in his head, “It's my lucky watch, Inuyasha. As long as I have this, nothing in my life can go wrong.”

 

Snorting, he thought, `Lucky, eh? Well since I've had it, I've been married and divorced and all in one fucking month. I guess the luck died with you, Pop.'

 

Shaking his head in order to dispel his thoughts, he figured he'd been sitting here long enough to actually put up a believable front. Taking out his cell, Inuyasha quickly punched in Nya's number as he accepted his drink from the waitress with his other hand.

 

Holding the phone up to his ear, he heard her answer with a chipper, “How's it going? Isn't she pretty?”

 

“Oi, don't you ever try setting me up again,” he griped, his voice holding a hint of annoyance and a tad bit of anger.

 

“What happened?”

 

“The stupid bitch stood me up! That's what fucking happened,” Inuyasha hissed. Taking the phone from his ear, he took a slow sip of his drink.

 

“She wouldn't have done that. She was excited about meeting you,” Nya tried to explain, but Inuyasha cut her off.

 

“Excited my ass! That stinking cunt stood me up! This is the last fucking time, Nya! No more dates! No more meet this bitch or that bitch! Your three strikes are up,” he hissed as he closed the flip on his phone and turned it off with his thumb.

 

Sliding the device into his right pocket, Inuyasha quickly drank down his Stiletto as he dug into his left pocket for the money to pay his bill.

 

Dropping a fifty-dollar bill on the table, the hanyou stood up and prepared to vacate the dimly lit establishment, but as he turned to head towards the entrance, he stopped dead in his tracks.

 

There she was. The Enchantress… She was a mere twenty feet away from him. He could smell her-almost taste her. There she was, his dream, his forbidden fruit…his myth.

 

`What is she doing here?' he thought, but quickly berated himself for even thinking such a thing. He didn't care why she was here. She meant nothing to him. He didn't know her. He only dreamt about her every night and thought about her every chance he got.

 

No, she didn't mean a goddamn thing to him!

 

He watched her speak with the maitre' de, and then walk slowly in his direction, but she didn't look at him. Her eyes were trained on someone else, someone that for a brief, almost nonexistent moment, he wanted to be.

 

Sitting down quickly, Inuyasha hid himself behind the partition and willed himself to calm down…willed his heart rate to slow…willed himself to let her remain a dream…a thought…a memory and nothing more.

 

He could tell by the manner in which her hips swayed, her hair bounced, and the way the soles of her feet glided across the soft carpet that she was everything that he needed-desperately needed to stay away from, but he couldn't walk away when he knew that he should.

 

Inuyasha watched out of the side of his eye as she took a seat across from the guy he'd been watching earlier.

 

The fact that she was sitting here with someone else… The knowledge that she had come here to meet this man… The reality that this was more than likely her boyfriend or maybe even her husband should've been enough to make him get up and leave, never to think about her again, but he couldn't; not just yet. Instead, he nodded in the direction of his waitress, letting her know that he was ready for another Stiletto.

 

He heard her giggle lightly at something the human man said, and, without thinking about it, his ears swiveled backwards and he was listening, eavesdropping on their conversation.

 

“Wow, I was really nervous about meeting you, but now I don't know why I even wasted the energy. You're absolutely stunning,” the man complimented nervously.

 

Inuyasha didn't know that it was possible, but he could've sworn he heard her blush as she inquired softly, “Why, what did you expect?”

 

“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.'”

 

“No, what do they say?” she queried evenly.

 

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

 

They both laughed at that, and Inuyasha inwardly cringed. Even her laughter was calling to him, making him want to be the one sitting across from her, engaging in idle chatter. `It's their first date,' he deduced as his thought continued, `So he's not her boyfriend and damn sure isn't her husband.'

 

Why did that make him happy? Why did that make a small part of him jump for joy? He didn't want her. He was better off by himself.

 

Taking his drink from the waitress, Inuyasha heard the Enchantress state, “That's funny enough, but it makes you sound a little shallow.”

 

“Please, don't take it like that,” her date pleaded softly, “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.”

Inuyasha had to agree with the idiot about that one. No one wants to be walking around with the hunchback of Notre dame on his arm.

 

“Good answer, Akitoki, but I'm going to be watching you,” she replied with a soft giggle.

 

`She has laughed with him three times. She likes him,' Inuyasha thought, knowing that in a male's mind…any male's mind, if you can get the girl to laugh and keep her laughing then she likes you and there will more than likely be a second date and maybe even sex. `What the hell did she mean by she's going to keep an eye on him?' he thought possessively, forgetting that he had absolutely no right to claim even the air around her. Hell, he still didn't even know her name.

 

“So does that mean that you'll go on another date with me, Kagome?”

 

Inuyasha sat forward, his chin almost hitting the table. This couldn't be the same woman Rin was taking about! There was no way that the Kagome that worked with Rin and the one that he'd almost crashed into could be one and the same. This world…Japan just wasn't that fucking small. Turning his head slowly, he tried to get a glimpse of her, but the fucking partition was blocking his view.

 

Shaking his head, he focused back in on their conversation; maybe she'd say something or the ass would ask a question that would help him get to the bottom of this.

 

“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.”

 

“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.”

 

`This fucker is too good,' Inuyasha thought, believing that the guy was just telling her what she and every other woman wanted to hear. Sure, he could've been genuine, but for some reason, one that he didn't want to face, he'd rather believe that this Akitoki bastard was a lying, cheating, degenerate.

 

Inuyasha figured that the Akitoki guy must have thrown her off with his response because she stuttered, “I… We…We'll see. Let's see if we can get through this date first, okay?”

 

“Fair enough, pretty lady, but I'll tell you now, I'm not going to take no for an answer,” he replied, and then finished, “When I see something I want, I tend to go after it.”

 

`He sounds like a fucking stalker,' Inuyasha thought, and then mimicked the man's words in a low whiney tone, “When I see something I want, I tend to go after it.” Snorting, he finished, “Who in the hell does he think he is?”

 

The man's comment must have unnerved her as well because a moment later, Inuyasha heard her politely excuse herself, saying that she was going to powder her nose. `Yeah right, she's probably running for the hills,' he thought as he watched her walk away and towards the bathrooms.

 

Glancing back at the guy, Akitoki, who was currently talking quietly to his waiter, Inuyasha smirked mischievously. What he was about to do was wrong in every sense of the word and he knew that he had no right to interfere with this strange woman's date, but he couldn't have stopped himself even if he tried.

 

As stupid as it sounded and being that he didn't know a damn thing about her with the exception of her name, he felt like she was cheating on him. Since she had no idea that he even existed, it was up to him to put an end to this farce of a date. He wanted her all to himself even if it was only in his dreams…his thoughts.

 

Swallowing the rest of his drink, which was more than a little watered down at this point, he glanced once around the room and quickly walked towards the unsuspecting young man's table.

 

Schooling his features so that his expression was impassive and rather intimidating, Inuyasha ran his claws slowly across the glass partition separating him and the human. He watched the young man look up at him, his eyes showing everything that he was feeling.

 

Fear, confusion, worry, it was all there.

 

Rounding the thin partition, Inuyasha sat down in the seat that his dream lover had just vacated. Inhaling, his expression remained blank as he stared at the man while allowing the remnants of her scent to waft over him.

 

“Oi,” Inuyasha stated nonchalantly.

 

Akitoki squirmed in his seat as he glanced around the room then back at the interloper. “Do…Do I know you?”

 

Inuyasha stared at the man, his expression never changing though inside he laughed fiendishly. Tapping his claws on the table as if he was impatiently waiting on something or someone, he responded coldly, “Nope, and, trust me, you don't want to either.”

 

“Wh…What do you want? I'm on a date,” Akitoki stated, trying to sound as intimidating as possible, but failing miserably. He knew this man was not a man at all; he was a youkai.

 

“That's why I'm here.” Inuyasha sat forward, his eyes locked with that of the human's. “Do you, by any chance, know who you're on a date with?”

 

Akitoki sat back, his bushy eyebrows raised ever so slightly. “Ka…Ka…Kagome,” he stuttered.

 

Inuyasha snorted lightly and leaned a little further across the table, his fangs bared slightly. “You're on a date with the daughter of the leader of the Yakuza, you moron,” he lied.

 

“Ya…Yakuza?” Akitoki stuttered. He knew that the Yakuza were notorious for making people disappear. They ran the underworld in Japan, and practically owned the police department. Sliding his chair away from the table, he stuttered, “Sh…She's an Attorney. She's…She can't be…”

 

Growling at the young man as he continued to babble incoherently, Inuyasha hissed, “Shut up! Do you know what happened to the last guy that tried to date Kagome?”

 

The visibly trembling man shook his head in a negative fashion, but didn't reply verbally.

 

“Trust me, you don't want to know. I still have nightmares about what I had to do to the poor bastard.” Sitting back, the hanyou kissed his tongue against his teeth and checked his watch nonchalantly as he continued, “This can happen one of three ways. I'll let you decide which you'd prefer. I can kill you here or I can kill you tonight while you sleep in your cozy little rat infested apartment.”

 

Inuyasha allowed that to sink in for a minute, he then tugged on the cuffs of his sleeves, and finished, “Or you can get up and walk away. Forget you ever met Kagome. Forget the way she looks, the way she smells, the sound of her voice. Just forget you ever met her.” Standing up, he shoved his hands in his pockets and stated over his shoulder, “If I'm forced to see you again, Akitoki, I will be the last face you ever see...trust me.”

 

The hanyou wanted to burst out laughing as he made his way back to his table. He couldn't believe that he had just done that! He couldn't believe that he'd just told a bold faced lie to that man and with a straight face.

 

He didn't know a fucking thing about the Yakuza, but hey it worked, because not even 30 seconds later, the young man breezed past him and out the door, only stopping momentarily to say something to the maitre' de.

 

`Fucking coward,' Inuyasha hissed as he nodded once more for his waitress to bring him a drink. Just then, he watched the woman, his enchantress, walk in the direction of the table but was stopped by the maitre' de.

 

Slinking down in his seat, he watched her face go from gentle and welcoming to almost livid. `That's the bitch I know,' he thought with a smirk as she stormed towards the table to retrieve her jacket.

 

Inuyasha could hear her mumbling something about bastards, assholes, and people wasting her fucking time. He at no time even considered the fact that he was to blame; all he cared about was that he now had his dream all to himself.

 

She stormed towards the door then stopped as if she had to rethink her actions. Turning on her heel, she headed over to the bar where he watched her take a seat, and then order a drink.

 

Sitting up, Inuyasha stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. She was dressed nicely in a long, tight-fitting gray skirt with a soft pink, thin long sleeve scoop neck blouse that hung just low enough around her neck to show off her well-endowed mounds.

 

`If I approach her, would she recognize me?' he thought, but quickly thought better of it. He didn't get rid of that ass of a date so that he could approach her; he just wanted to remember her alone, the way she was when he first met her.

 

`If I approach her, what will it hurt? If I just strike up a conversation, that won't change a thing, will it? I don't want a relationship with her, I just…' he thought.

 

He knew deep down that if he talked to her… If he approached her and struck up a conversation, the mystery to his dreams, his thoughts about her would vanish. That was the only reason he had taken to her in such a way. It was because she didn't know him and he didn't know her. If he talked to her now, if he covered the short distance between them and talked to her, she would eventually become just another memory, another reason why he shouldn't trust. She'd become just another reason not to let anyone get close to him again.

 

Staring at her for a moment longer, Inuyasha couldn't stop himself from noticing just how lonely she seemed. The weird thing was her loneliness seemed to call out to him like nothing else ever had.

 

The hanyou couldn't quite understand it, but before he was able to put thought to his actions, he was striding in her direction. The closer he got to her, the more her scent-her aura, called to him, twisted around him, and clouded his mind.

 

Everything in him screamed, `Turn around! Run in the other direction! Don't…Don't fall for this again! Don't get caught up in someone else's fairy tale!' But it was too late. He was too close. She was right there.

 

His lips moved without his permission. “Caused any accidents lately?” he questioned coolly.

 

She turned slowly in her seat, recognition draped over every inch of her perfectly crafted face. Her lips parted slowly, sensually as her hand came up to rest over her heaving bosom.

 

He could hear her heart racing within her chest and sense the slow rise of her aura as she stared at him without blinking. It was almost as if she was seeing a ghost, a figment of her imagination, the answer to an enigma.

 

“You,” she whispered hoarsely, hesitantly.

 

Inuyasha smiled boastfully. `She remembers me,' he thought, but why did that make him happy?

 

Stepping forward, he stated smoothly, “Me, but I'm better known as Inuyasha.” He then finished, while nodding towards the empty seat next to her, “Is this seat taken?”

 

Until Next Time…(All other's have been sent PM's)

 

Next Chapter: The Games We Play

 

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