InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ The Games We Play ( Chapter 12 )

A/N: Beware of Profanity!! As always all characters will be walking that fine thin line called OOCness. Sorry, once again, for the late update. I am, however, feeling much better. I'm not settled in my house yet, but I do have a bed, cable, phone, and Internet, so I'm one happy camper. From here on out, the updates should be as they were before. Thanks my friends, for sticking with me through this. While you're reading this chapter, try to remember that you're dealing with two very jaded people that don't necessarily want to find a significant other. They believe that their lives are better the way they are and that any relationship endeavor will undoubtedly end in disaster. They have absolutely no faith, whatsoever, in the opposite sex. You have been warned. Besides, Cannon Inu loves to tick off Cannon Kagome, and since he doesn't have his necklace… (ROFL)

 

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

 

Chapter 12:

 

The Games We Play

 

Not waiting for a reply from her, Inuyasha set his drink down on the bar as he pulled the stool out with his free hand and took a seat. Glancing over at the stunned woman, he queried mockingly, “Are you trying to catch flies or were you a fish in your former life?”

 

As soon as those words fell from his lips, he knew he'd already started off down the wrong path, which wasn't his initial intention. Hell, quite honestly, he hadn't a clue as to what his initial intention was. He was just drawn to her.

 

Kagome continued to stare at the silver-haired, golden-eyed Adonis, her mind refusing to believe what her eyes were seeing. Sure, he'd spoken to her. Yes, she could smell his ever so subtle cologne. Without a doubt, she could feel the heat radiating off of his body, but still she found it hard to accept that he was here. That he was speaking to her, that he had just taken a seat next to her, that he was sitting here staring at her, expecting her to speak to him.

 

`Did he just say… Wait… What… I'm…' Shaking her head in an attempt to straighten out her frazzled mind, Kagome looked away from him and quickly downed her drink in one gulp. `What is he doing here? Why is he speaking to me?' she thought as she held her glass up so that the bartender would know to bring her another one.

 

Realizing that she was obviously lost in her own thoughts, Inuyasha asked smoothly, “After almost causing me to wreck my bike, and then yelling at me as if it was `my' fault, you could at least tell me your name.” He in no way wanted her to know how closely he had been watching her, so he had to play the part of a stranger.

 

Kagome watched him out the corner of her eye. `I'm supposed to say something! I'm supposed to say something! What the hell am I suppose to say to him? What in seven hells did he ask me?' she thought frantically as she took her drink from the bartender and chugged more than half of it.

 

Inuyasha chuckled softly. He couldn't believe it, but it was undeniable. She was nervous, actually a nervous fucking wreck. That's why she hadn't responded to any of the questions that he'd asked her or acknowledged him the way any other normal person would have.

 

He chuckled again, then directed his conversation towards the bartender, who was standing in front of them preparing a drink for one of the patrons at the other end of the bar, “When you're done with that, could you get me a Stiletto and have my tab transferred from my table?”

 

“Of course, just give me a minute,” the gentleman replied courteously.

 

“Oh and whatever she's having, add it to mine,” the Hanyou stated as an afterthought. He hadn't said that to be polite, it was more of an egotistical thing than anything else.

 

Having heard this, Kagome blurted, “No, that's not necessary!”

 

Turning to look at her, Inuyasha quipped, “So, she does have a tongue.”

 

Kagome looked away again, embarrassed by her outburst. `What's wrong with me? Why am I acting like this? He's…he's just a man...hanyou. He's just someone that I've been dreaming, thinking, and fantasizing about for the past few weeks. He's no one special! No one special at all!' she thought, trying to make herself believe her own load of bullshit.

 

“I never would've taken you for the shy type, but whatever floats your boat,” the Hanyou stated with a shrug, while trying to maintain his own impassive facade.

 

“I…I'm not shy! I…I just… You just caught me off guard is all.”

 

Taking his drink from the bartender, Inuyasha replied, “Yeah, I noticed.”

 

That got her attention. What did he mean by that? Was he here watching her? Did he see how she acted after finding out that her ass of a date had walked out on her?

 

Clearing her throat, Kagome half turned to face him, but not enough to show she was even slightly interested in him and asked inquisitively, “What do you mean by that?”

 

“I meant exactly what I said. I…noticed.”

 

Kagome frowned in thought, one eyebrow raised higher than the other. Taking a sip of her drink in an attempt to rewet her parched throat, she almost choked when she heard what he asked next.

 

“So, do all your dates run out on you?” He knew he was wrong for adding salt to an already open, burning, and throbbing wound, which he caused, but he just couldn't help himself.

 

`He saw that?' she thought anxiously as she turned in her seat and quickly scanned the restaurant to see if anyone else was watching her. Noticing that no one was, she turned her attention back to him and avowed with as much bravado as she could muster, “I'll have you know that he had a family emergency.” Rolling her eyes as her nervousness fell to the wayside to be replaced by her normal jaded exterior, Kagome finished snappily, “What business is it of yours, anyway?”

 

Inuyasha sat back in his seat, his arms crossed arrogantly over his chest. “It's not my business, really. I was just wondering what exactly you said to make the poor bastard run like that.”

 

Kagome narrowed her eyes at him, forgetting that this was the same man that she had allowed, in her dreams, to touch and grope her, to bend her over and take her in any way he saw fit. “Yeah, well I'm wondering why you were paying such close attention to what was going on at my table. I'm sure you had a date of your own.” She giggled snottily and finished, “Or did she stand you up, so you decided to `inflict' yourself on me?”

 

Inuyasha glared at her briefly as he leaned forward, his forearms resting on the edge of the bar. “Please, don't flatter yourself. I just happen to be here getting a drink. I wasn't watching nor paying attention to you or `your' date,” he lied. He finished with, “It was just kind of hard to miss the little piss-ant's hasty departure, is all.”

 

Kagome blinked, unable to believe that he had just said that. `Don't flatter myself? Don't flatter… Why this obnoxious prick,' she nearly growled. “Perhaps you should refrain from calling him names, especially when you know nothing about him,” she snapped.

 

She wasn't really trying to defend Akitoki, she just didn't want this Inuyasha person to think she was going to sit here and listen to him talk about things he knew nothing about!

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes at her. “You women are unbelievable. That asshole you call a date obviously walked out on you, and you're still here sticking up for him. For fuck's sake, he could've at least waited until you came back to the table.” Taking a sip of his drink, he then finished, “Unbelievable. Your kind never ceases to amaze me.”

 

Her head snapped towards him. “My kind? What exactly do you mean by that?”

 

“You're not very smart are you? I mean women, baka.”

 

Kagome menacingly narrowed her eyes at him and replied, her voice laced with venom, “No, what's unbelievable is that you don't even know him or me, for that matter, and you think that I'll just sit here and listen to you while you belittle him and make me sound like some pathetic, helpless airhead!”

 

Deciding that he'd humor her just a little before he burst her bubble, Inuyasha asked, “Is he your husband?”

 

“That's really none of your business, but if you `must' know, no, he isn't.” She wasn't quite sure why she felt the need to make that clear to him, but she did.

 

“Is he your boyfriend?”

 

“No, but that's still none of your damn…”

 

“And yet you keep answering my questions. How long have you known him?”

 

“That's really none…”

 

“Were you fucking him?” Inuyasha queried without batting an eye. He knew that was in no way, shape, or form any of his goddamn business. He also knew, by her scent, that she wasn't fucking a damn soul, but he couldn't pass up the chance to see her glow just a little brighter.

 

Kagome was stunned. He hadn't just asked her that! Surely, he wasn't actually expecting her to answer it! “How dare you,” she stated incredulously as she turned to face him, her eyes as big as saucers and her cheeks tomato red.

 

Inuyasha chuckled fiendishly then replied, “I'll take that as a no, but I bet you wanted to, didn't you?” Turning to face her, he finished, “Did his leaving throw a wrench in your plans? Is that why you were so pissed off when you found out that he'd ditched you?”

 

Kagome was flabbergasted and mortified like never before. `What's with this guy? I should have known that he'd be just as much of an ass as all the rest!' Turning to face him, her nostrils flaring angrily, she hissed, “If I wasn't sure before, I'm damn sure now that all of you pricks are nothing but a bunch of bastards!”

 

Inuyasha wasn't quite sure why he was deliberately trying to piss her off, but it was unnatural how easy it was to get her going. It could have been the exotic way she looked when she was fuming mad, or maybe…just maybe, he felt that if he pissed her off enough, she would get up and storm off, thereby correcting his mistake of approaching her in the first place.

 

The Hanyou was realizing rather quickly that there was more to this woman than her scent or the way she looked or the way she talked. He was realizing that, had he sat here and talked to her about real things, there was a very good chance that they would've connected on an intellectual level, but that was not what he wanted…that wasn't what he needed. Not now, not ever, and especially not with her; not with someone that he knew had the very real possibility of leading him to his deathbed.

 

Staring at her, a forced boastful smirk on his handsome face, the Hanyou tilted his head slightly to the side and spoke softly in a patronizing voice, “If you're going to insult me and group me in with a bunch of pricks, as you have stated, you could at least tell me your name. Or were manners not something that you were taught?”

 

The young woman glared defiantly at him, not sure if he was being for real or not. Surely, no one could be this insufferable and arrogant! Why the hell would he approach her if all he wanted to do was antagonize her? Why wouldn't he have just walked away? Why couldn't he have just pretended he didn't know her because she damn sure hadn't known he was here or asked him to sit his supercilious ass down next to her!

 

Turning her head away from him, Kagome closed her eyes and inhaled deeply a few times in order to quiet her mind and calm the rage that was slowly building within. Turning back towards him, she crooned, her face blank, “Inuyasha? That was your name wasn't it?” Not waiting for him to respond, she finished, “You were a lot nicer before you opened your mouth and started spewing this nonsense!”

 

Inuyasha laughed and asked again, “What's…your…name?” He had to keep up the pretense that he hadn't a clue as to who she was.

 

“Higurashi Kagome, if you `must' know,” she snapped, while sitting back and crossing her arms beneath her full breasts.

 

`Damn, it really is her. It's the chick Rin was talking about,' he thought. He then retaliated, “Well, Higurashi Kagome, if I remember correctly you're still as bitchy as ever, aren't you?”

 

Kagome growled and turned abrasively away from him. `He was so much better in my dreams! Damn him! Why did he have to be such a fucking jerk? Why did he have to ruin everything?' Knowing that he was already getting to her, she tried to school her features and pretend, if only for a moment, that he was not. “Why did you approach me?”

 

That was a really good question. Why did he approach her? What did he hope to accomplish? Why didn't he just listen to his inner voice? Why didn't he just turn away?

 

After a mental shrug and a sip of his drink, Inuyasha responded, “I don't really know, but I'm glad I did.”

 

Frowning in concentration, Kagome inquired evenly, her anger slowly beginning to drain away, “Why?”

 

“Because, you just proved my point. All of you women are all the same, nothing but a bunch of whiny, intolerable bitches.” He wanted to kick himself and cut out his own tongue for saying that because he knew that if he hadn't purposely pushed her, if he hadn't brutally attacked her verbally, they would've more than likely hit it off.

 

Staring at her, his face baring its usual smirk, Inuyasha thought apprehensively, `This is for the best. This… I should've never approached her. I should've continued… I should have left her as nothing but a dream…a figment of my imagination.'

 

Kagome gasped and leaned back away from him, shock and dismay apparent on her beautiful, reddened face. `Whiny…Intolerable…Bitches?' she thought as she stared at him, unable to believe that anyone could be this obnoxious, crass and downright uncouth!

 

Picking up his glass, Inuyasha downed the rest of his watered down drink while inconspicuously watching her out of the corner of his eye. He hated himself for saying that, but it was not something that he would take back. Women, the women he knew and met, with the exception of Rin and his mother, were whiny and downright intolerable. And hey, they were of the female persuasion, weren't they?

 

Kagome stood quickly to her feet, her drink in hand. Staring at him with flames in her eyes, she hissed quietly and through clenched teeth, “Whiny…intolerable…bitches? Why you uptight, pompous jackass! How dare you?” Grinding her teeth together, she continued, “If we're so fucking whiny and intolerable why can't losers, like yourself, stay the fuck away from us? Why can't you son's of bitches keep your stinking little dicks in your fucking pants, huh?” Not waiting for him to reply, she continued with her rant, “You have the balls to force yourself in on my private time when you definitely weren't invited, and then have the audacity to take out `your' feelings of inadequacies on `me', when you're the one with the goddamn problem! I think not, Mr. Inuyasha, King of All Pricks!”

 

Inuyasha swallowed hard as he stared at the woman before him. Perhaps anyone else would've been firing mad right now, but he wasn't. If anything she was turning him on like nothing else ever had.

 

`How fucking sick is this?' he asked himself as she continued with his brow beating.

 

“You waltz in here with your corny ass pick-up lines, your ungodly colored eyes, and those things on your head and you think that I'm going to sit here and let you berate me? I don't know who you have me confused with, but you really need to pull your head out of your ass and open you fucking eyes because I am not just some pathetic weak bitch that you can talk to any kind of way.” Her voice resembled the venomous hiss of a deadly cobra.

 

Stepping closer to him so that she was practically pressed up against him, her breath hot on his face, his aura unknowingly wrapping around her, beckoning her closer, she continued, “You, good sir, aren't worth the time and energy it takes an ant to move a grain of salt across the fucking floor!”

 

Before he could think about what he was doing, Inuyasha reached out and grasped her hips as he continued to stare into her fiery eyes. At some point, he'd turned completely around to face her. He was now sitting with his legs parted, she, standing between them.

 

Inuyasha inadvertently began to memorize every dip, wrinkle, and dimple on her gorgeous face. He inhaled her scent, allowed his aura to wrap around her, and reveled in the heat that radiated off of her body in angry, violent waves.

 

“I should've run you over when I had the chance, I'm sure I would've been doing the world a favor,” she continued harshly, her mind oblivious to the proximity of their bodies, the fact that the entire room was now watching them closely, and the fact that his lips were mere inches from hers.

 

“You should've run…me over,” he mumbled in agreement as he slowly sniffed around her mouth, his eyes now closed to the world around them. `What am I doing? I don't…I don't want this! Her scent…her fucking scent… It's so…It's so…' His youkai, stirred by her scent, proximity, and fury, almost broke through. It wanted this woman…this…this volatile, beautiful, enticing creature.

 

The human part wanted, needed to deny it and push her away, while his youkai pulled and compelled him to be closer to her. Yet it was so fucking hard to accept that finally, after internally fighting a nearly losing battle, he felt that he had no other choice but to force his eyes to snap open and squash the need to toss her bitchy ass over his shoulder and run out of the establishment.

 

Letting his hand drop away from her heated hips, Inuyasha replied softly, his voice husky, sensual, and laced with desire, “Do…Do you kiss your mother with a mouth like that?”

 

Kagome shook her head; it was like being doused with a bucket of ice-cold water. She knew her eyes were open, but when did she get this close to him? Why could she feel his breath misting over her face? Why did she feel the remnants of his touch on her hips? How was it possible that she could see her reflection in those ungodly mesmerizing eyes of his? Why…why were her hands resting comfortably on his biceps, and why in gods name wasn't she pushing him a way?

 

Stepping back away from him, Kagome did the only thing she could. She became defensive and hissed, “You fucking pervert! Don't you ever fucking touch me,” as she threw her drink in his face and, without sparing another moment, hightailed it away from the bar and out of the restaurant.

 

Inuyasha sat there stunned. Part of him couldn't believe that she'd actually done that, but the liquid burning his eyes was proof enough that it had definitely happened. And if that wasn't enough, the fact that he could feel the eyes of every occupant in the place staring at his back was enough to seal the deal.

 

Yep, the bitch had definitely thrown her fucking drink on him.

 

`That bitch,' he hissed to himself, as he slowly began to wipe the liquid away from his eyes.

 

The bartender inquired concernedly, “Sir, are you okay?” while handing him a clean towel.

 

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Inuyasha replied with a chuckle as he graciously took the towel and began to dab at the sticky substance and then finished, “What's the total for the drinks-and don't forget to add hers in?”

 

The young man looked at him as if he was crazy. Now most people wouldn't give two shits about paying the bill for someone that had just tossed a drink in their face, but Inuyasha knew he deserved it, even if it wasn't for the reason she thought he did.

 

`That crazy psychotic bitch.'

 

Deciding that he didn't need to wait on the check, Inuyasha dug into his left pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. Dropping it on the bar, he stated, “That should be enough to take care of it,” as he stood to his feet and dropped the towel in the seat he'd just vacated.

 

He knew people were still watching him because he could feel their eyes boring into the side of his head and into his back, but he didn't care as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and proceeded past the maitre' de and out into the cool night air.

 

Once there, he threw his head back and laughed. When was the last time that he'd felt so alive? When was the last time that he'd almost lost control? The truth was, up and until tonight, he hadn't a clue.

 

As he turned in the direction of where his car was parked, he watched as a baby blue convertible Mercedes Sports Coupe pulled out of the parking lot, and there she was again-his runaway dream, his unattainable enigma.

 

Inuyasha stopped, his hands still shoved deep in his pockets as he stared at her and silently willed her to look at him one last time. The wind whipped around him, disheveling his already mussed hair, but he paid it no mind, his one and only focus, her.

 

After leaving the restaurant, Kagome realized three things rather quickly. One, she really needed to seek anger management. Two, her dream lover, her motorcycle bandit, definitely was not the god that she had made him out to be in her mind. He was the ultimate ass that spoke what he felt, didn't mince words, and cared very little for other people's feeling. Three, knowing all that, he still was able to turn her on in a way no one ever had.

 

`So it wasn't a fluke the first time. I…I guess, I hadn't imagined it.'

 

She knew their proximity wasn't his fault. She was the one that jumped off her chair and approached him. She'd found out a little too late that everything about him was turning her on, making her weak, and that's what stunned her the most. How could someone as infuriating and narcissistic as he was, have such and effect on her? How could she…how could she even entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe, there was more to the man than what he showed her a few moments ago?

 

`I'm so fucking pathetic,' she thought hatefully.

 

As she sat there, waiting patiently for her chance to go, she could feel someone staring at her, and slowly, she turned.

 

It was him, her dream gone awry, standing there looking as debonair as ever in his now wet olive green shirt, his nice slacks with matching belt and shoes, his hair blowing in the wind, and that telling smirk on his face.

 

`If only we hadn't met like this,' she thought absently.

 

What could she do? Was there anything to do? She was sure he knew as well as she did that this, whatever it was, whatever chemistry they had, didn't have a chance in hell of working. Besides, what was the point? He was as much of an ass as she was a bitch. Even a blind, deaf, and dumb man could see that.

 

Turning away from him, Kagome quickly turned down the street and disappeared from his sight and, she hoped, out of his life.

 

As Inuyasha watched her drive away, part of him wanted to run up to her car and apologize for being such an ass, but the part that had dealt with the pain of losing Kikyo kept telling him that things were better this way.

 

It knew that, contrary to what his heart was telling him and regardless of what his youkai demanded, he wasn't ready to step into those waters with her. It knew that the only outcome would be the total and utter decimation of his very soul. That's what it desperately needed to believe, anyway.

 

Sighing heavily, Inuyasha dug into his pockets for his keys as he silently told himself repeatedly, `This is for the best. This is for the best. This is for the best.' Stepping up to his car, he placed the key in the lock and twisted it to the right once to unlock his door.

 

All of the tiny, torn bits of his soul that still believed in love were screaming at him to go after her, to do something to make this right, but he couldn't. He just…couldn't.

 

Quieting the voices quickly, the Hanyou shook his head as he turned the key in the ignition and mumbled to no one, “I'm better off not knowing what could've been.”

 

Until Next Time…(Your two cents are greatly appreciated)

 

Next Chapter: Mental…Reprieve?

 

Acknowledgements

 

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