InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Mental...Reprieve? ( Chapter 13 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness. Beware of foul language!! This chapter lays the groundwork for the beginning of the end, so pay attention!! Sorry for the delayed update, but I'm officially all caught up now. I actually have two extra chapters, meaning 14 and 15 waiting in the wings. Anyway thanks for your wonderful reviews and support!! If the reviews are plentiful this go round maybe I'll post a chapter in the middle of the week instead of waiting for Friday, but that's up to you guys!! Let's all give a bow to my wonderful beta, Neko Lady, who gives her time so freely to my little works of love. Thank you, Mama Neko.

 

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

 

Chapter 13:

 

Mental…Reprieve?

 

Morning came swiftly on the wings of a squawking bird that slammed itself up against his window, jarring him out of a wicked dream he'd been having about a woman whose name he'd rather not mention at the moment.

 

When Inuyasha finally made it home the night before, he wasn't angry with her for what she'd done. So, he deduced, it had to be the dream that he had about her which had him seething mad at the moment and for the past few hours.

 

He wasn't stupid; he knew it was just a dream. Well, once he'd actually awoken, he realized it was a just a goddamn dream, which actually had a bittersweet effect on him.

 

The bitter part was the way it made him feel inept, weak, and helpless. The sweet part was the manner in which she touched him at times. The fact that she was there, and the way in which she was able to make him hate her, yet yearn for her all at the same time.

 

Flashback

 

Cool air blew gently across his body, causing him to stir slightly, but still he tried fitfully to hold on to what was left of his dream. He tried to fight, tried to hold on to the soothing darkness that held him like a gentle lover, but he couldn't. The air around him… Something… Something was wrong… Something was off; he just didn't know exactly what that could be.

 

Begrudgingly, Inuyasha lethargically opened his lazy golden eyes and stared around his room.

 

`What the fuck!' he thought confusedly as he stared into the darkness that seemed to engulf him and everything around him.

 

`Did the fucking power go out again?' he thought, trying to sit up, but realizing quickly that, that just wasn't an option.

 

The hanyou tried pulling up his left arm and then his right one, but realized that someone or something had them tied down. He then tried moving his legs in the same manner, but it was a futile attempt at best.

 

`Who… What the fuck is going on?' he thought as his dismay quickly turned into anger, which in return caused him to pull more aggressively against the ties that bound him.

 

The hanyou was tied in an X formation; both legs tied apart from one another and both of his arms tied above his head, yet apart.

 

How this was possible, he hadn't a clue because he didn't own a four post bed. His bed was of the platform persuasion, which puzzled him even more because he knew, could feel that he was still in his own home with his own belongings, though he couldn't see a goddamn thing!

 

`What the hell is going on?' He stared around what he knew was his room again, trying desperately to see something…anything, a hint of light, a flicker of lint, something…anything. There was nothing but darkness, nothing but an unending pool of darkness that seemed to sneer back at him.

 

A soft breeze blew across his skin and he had a shocking revelation, `Why in seven fucking hells am I naked?' He could feel the air that came from out of nowhere wrap around his member and cause his balls to shrink just a little.

 

Inuyasha growled low and tried to shout some sort of profanity at whomever had done this, but nothing came out. His mouth, his fucking mouth, had something soft shoved in it.

 

`Holy shit! What the fuck…' he thought frenetically, but more important, `Why the fuck didn't I notice this before?'

 

He struggled aggressively against the ties. Why couldn't he break them? He was a goddamn hanyou; surely, something like this shouldn't have been enough to hold him.

 

`Son of a bitch,' he hissed as he tried to push whatever was in his mouth out with his tongue, but found that, whatever it was, it wasn't budging an inch.

 

`You wait… Whoever you are… Just you fucking wait, I'll gut your fucking ass, I promise you that!' he thought feverishly as he slammed his head back against the soft mattress a few times.

 

“Now, now is that any way for the Great Inuyasha, King of All Pricks to act?” a soft sensual voice teased from somewhere hidden within the darkness.

 

End Flashback, for now

 

`Bitch', he thought heatedly as he shook his head, knowing that by cursing her for doing something `his' very own mind had created, lowered him to the emotional age of a second grader.

 

Staring out the window of his office, Inuyasha shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his worn blue jeans and frowned. He didn't want to think about the dream, but, no matter what he did, his mind automatically went back to it…to her.

 

As he took his morning shower, as he dressed and combed his hair, as he climbed into the elevator, as he got into his car and drove to the office, she…the dream was the only thing he could think about.

 

Flashback, continued…

 

He recognized the voice almost immediately, but more importantly he recognized the name she'd called him. `King of All Pricks? That fucking bitch… How'd she get in here?' He fought against the ties fiercely as he ground out or, rather, grumbled a few incoherent and best-left unheard obscenities towards her.

 

The darkness parted at the foot of the bed, giving just enough light for him to see her silhouette while the rest of the room remained smothered in darkness.

 

He looked away from the light and down at his naked lap, his stomach, and then his feet. His breathing picked up erratically. How dare she make a fool of him? How dare she put him on display for God knows who to see?

 

Inuyasha glared daggers at what he knew was her profile as it slowly walked towards him. The first thing he saw was a smirk on her face and it caused him to growl and try to pitch up at her, but he was tugged back down by the bindings, which he now knew where just cloth ties.

 

`What the fuck?' he questioned as he tugged against them again.

 

“You can pull all you want, King of All Pricks, you won't escape,” she avowed, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed and directly in between his open legs.

 

End Flashback, for now

 

`King of All Pricks…? Yeah, well, you're the biggest bitch I've ever met!' he thought while staring down at the newly waking city below him. This only caused him to growl once more. He hated, absolutely loathed, getting up early on the weekend.

 

`I guess I can thank that prick for this, eh?' he questioned acerbically, knowing the answer.

 

Sesshomaru had phoned shortly after he'd awakened to inform him that one of the 2 billion dollar deals that they'd been working on was falling apart at the seams. Therefore, they had to get to the office to conduct an important conference call between their clients in Seattle, Washington, and the merging company based out of India.

 

It was going on nine o'clock and still his brother hadn't come in yet, which irked him even more. `If it was such a big fucking emergency, why in hell hasn't he gotten here?'

 

Turning away from the window, he sat down at his desk and began punching in his security code so that he could access the required information he'd need for the conference call.

 

Sitting back, he stared at his computer screen as it hummed to life. The screen went from black to blue, then back to black and, just like that, he was lost in his dream of the night before.

 

Flashback, again

 

He growled violently, promising her pain if he got loose as he stared up at her, taking in everything about her and hating himself for liking it.

 

She wore her hair up in a high ponytail that fell partially down her back and over her shoulders. Her face was made up of dark, smoldering eye shadow, dark thick eyeliner, light rosy cheek blush, and her lips had the most beautiful shade of pink on them.

 

Inuyasha swallowed hard. He hated her, hated her for making him appear weak. He hated her and despised the day he fucking met her!

 

Still, his eyes continued to travel down the length of her body as she stood there quietly, wearing a sinister smirk. It was almost as if she knew what he was doing.

 

She wore a black leather bustier that pushed her breasts up to the point that it looked like at any moment they would pop out. The lace string that held it together fell low across the tender flesh of her pink, inviting abdomen and down to a pair of what looked like excruciatingly tight leather short pants, or were they underwear because they sure left very little to the imagination.

 

He swallowed again, his anger beginning to fall away and be replaced by lust as his eyes continued their perusal of her.

 

Her hips curved out ever so slightly as the rest of her legs dipped into a pair of black, thigh-high, fishnet panty hose that were being sensually held up by a pair of straps of some sort.

 

He couldn't be sure what they were called, but he knew he'd seen them on Kikyo, and on a few high-class strippers at his bachelor party, though they didn't look anywhere near as good.

 

`God…Damn,' he thought absently.

 

End Flashback, again

 

The Hanyou swallowed hard as her form disappeared from his mind. His heart was racing, his palms sweaty, and his member hard as steel against the inside of thigh.

 

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hating himself for allowing a memory of her, one that he really would prefer not to have, to get him so aroused.

 

If he`d set his anger aside for a moment, he would've realized that he wasn't really angry with her. He was angry with himself for allowing her to make him feel like a weak, pathetic, helpless pup.

 

Forgetting once again that the dream, the entire dream, was a figment of his imagination, he mumbled, “No one ties me up! Who in the hell does she think she is? Wait until I see her again… I won't be nearly as nice as I was last night!”

 

Glaring at the computer screen as if at any moment he would toss it out the window, Inuyasha grimaced as the next scene from his dream danced before his mind's eye.

 

Another Flashback

 

He pulled against the bindings again, but she stopped him with her movement.

 

Her hand came up so that her fingernails were gently running in slow tantalizing circles along the inside of his calf and up his thigh. “You called me whiney, intolerable, and bitchy, didn't you?” Not waiting for a response, she finished, “Let's see who's really whiney, intolerable and downright bitchy.” She brought her hand up and slapped it down against the inside of his inner thigh.

 

`You fucking bitch! I'll fucking… I'll fucking…' His irate thought died just as quickly as it came, as she began to soothingly rub the spot she'd just swatted. `Fucking…cunt,' he hissed silently as he stared at her, his mind unable to comprehend exactly what she was thinking.

 

“King of All Pricks, you remind me of a whiny intolerable bitch when you squeal like that,' she stated with a soft playful giggle.

 

He blinked a few times. `Okay, this has to be fucking dream! This…this shit can't be for real.' He stared around again, closed his eyes and counted to ten and still she was there, smiling down at him with that smirk that made him want to devour her face, literally.

 

“Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry,' she sang in a painfully patronizing tone.

 

Inuyasha mumbled something incoherent and glared at her.

 

“What's that? I can't hear you,” she teased as she leaned towards him, her hands now hidden behind her back. “Oh, that's right, you can't say anything with this in your mouth,” she finished pushing gently on the furry ball taking up residency in his mouth.

 

Walking the fingers of one hand down his chin and slowly over the groove of his chest to his abdomen, while the other remained behind her back, she stated, “You had so much to say at our first meeting that I thought I'd give you a break.” Smiling genuinely as she looked him over, she finished, “Wasn't that nice of me?”

 

If looks could kill, he was sure that her corpse would've been `eight' feet under and decaying at a rapid pace. Turning his head away from her in a show of defiance, Inuyasha groaned loudly, painfully as he felt what must have been a whip crack against his bare chest, stomach, and a little too damn close to his male parts.

 

`Ouch!! You fucking bitch! I'll…I'll… You stupid cunt!' he thought hatefully as his body tensed painfully and rose up off the bed. His face was twisted in agony and his fists were balled up tightly in anger.

 

He wanted to grab her by her arms and shake the living shit out of her! He wanted to curse her; he wanted…he wanted…to throw her out a fucking window! He wanted…he wanted to fuck the living shit out of her!

 

She lowered her face down to his, taunting him, “Come now, surely that didn't hurt! It couldn't hurt a big, loud mouth hanyou such as yourself, could it?”

 

Another, End Flashback

 

Inuyasha shook his head. He could almost feel the whip that she dangled gloatingly in his face moments later, taunting him. Standing to his feet, he started to pace irritably.

 

`She had no right to do that! So what if I said some things that I shouldn't have said! So fucking what if I made her `boyfriend' run off! So fucking what, I don't feel guilty! I don't give a fuck!' he tried to tell himself.

 

How could something that he knew was a dream get to him like this? Why couldn't he just let this go? Why couldn't this be like the majority of other dreams he had over his lifetime? Why couldn't he have just forgotten about it, her?

 

Perhaps it was his subconscious's way of making him pay for the underhanded way he went about getting rid of her date, Akitoki. Or maybe it was his conscience's way of showing him that, had the tables been reversed, had he been on the receiving end, he wouldn't have faired much better than she did.

 

Inuyasha quickly and with little thought, tossed that idea into his mental wastebasket. He wasn't ready to think about this rationally yet! He wasn't ready to accept the blame for the way she teased and toyed with him. He wasn't ready to say that it was only a dream, no harm done, because in his mind… To him there had been more than enough damage done to his pride, his ego.

 

`Bitch,' he mumbled angrily as he checked his watch quickly then looked up at the door. “Where is he?” he hissed.

 

It wasn't like he had anywhere to go or even anything to do, for that matter; he just didn't feel like being here alone with his thoughts. He needed a distraction, badly.

 

Final Flashback

 

From there, everything moved so fast that he had to wonder if this was really happening to him or if he was watching it happen to someone else.

 

One moment she was straddling him, grinding her crotch into his member, and then she would be slapping his face repeatedly. The next, she was digging her eerily long nails into the tender flesh of his chest and the tender area around his nipples. The whole time, she smiled down at him as if she were a Cheshire Cat.

 

Inuyasha didn't know what to think or to do. Whenever he screamed out, she seemed to revel in his pain. If he stayed quiet and grimaced while trying not to look at her, she'd twist his head back towards her, or she'd pinch and twist his ears until he had no choice but to glare at her.

 

He wasn't sure how long this punishment had been going on, but he knew that there wasn't much more of it that he could take. It was degrading, really.

 

There he was, a grown man, tied to a bed, being poked, bitten, whipped, taunted, pinched, and belittled like he was a fucking nobody; and by a skinny human bitch, of all people!

 

When it seemed like she'd finally had enough, she sat back and stared down at him. “Did you enjoy that? Do you want me to continue? I will you know? If you don't want me to continue, you'll have to tell me to stop.”

 

Inuyasha growled up at her. `Stupid cunt, you know I can't say a fucking thing!' He was vexed, beyond pissed, annoyed, irritated, and damn-it, humiliated. He'd never been into SMS or dominatrix or whatever it was called, and he damn sure wasn't going to start now. Bucking his hips violently, he tried vainly to throw her off, but she held on as if she was a professional bull rider or something.

 

“You're such a bad little puppy. I thought you would've learned your lesson by now.” Kissing her teeth, she finished, “Bad puppies like you have to learn the hard way, I guess.”

 

He watched her reach over his head, wondering just what the hell she was reaching for.

 

She sat back with a grin on her face, her back straight, her head high, and a jar in her hand…no; maybe it was a small canister. Whatever it was, he knew it was a candle of some sort.

 

`Where in the fuck did that come from?' he thought as he gulped and stared from her to the candle, wondering just what she was going to do with it.

 

Inuyasha watched her slowly tilt it down towards him, all the while wearing that smirk that he was growing to viciously hate. It was like it was happening in slow motion.

 

He wasn't stupid; he knew how painful hot wax was. So, the idea of her dumping what could've been an entire jar on him, really didn't sit right with him.

 

He pleaded, begged her with his eyes to not do it. His mind screamed for him to do something, to move, and so he did.

 

The next thing he knew he was in his room sitting up against the wall nearest his bed breathing hard and rubbing his chest and arms looking for evidence of wax burns. She was nowhere in sight. There were no ties around his wrist or on the bed and the power was on.

 

That's when it finally hit him, that's when he finally understood that it was all a dream, and that's when he got pissed.

 

Final End Flashback

 

Rubbing the back of his neck, he silently thanked the heavens that it was merely a dream. Still, he couldn't stop his nostrils from flaring and his ego from feeling bruised.

 

How could his mind have created such a scenario? How could he have allowed her to do those things to him, even if it was only in his dreams?

 

`I'm supposed to be in control of my dreams, but I had no fucking control what…so…ever.'

 

Part of him wanted to accept the fact that it was a dream and nothing more, but the big, manly part couldn't get over the way she stared down at him with disdain. It couldn't deal with the way she taunted and toyed with him.

 

It… That dream reminded him of how he felt when Kikyo left him.

 

`Helpless… Used… Worthless…'

 

It reminded him of the games that women play.

 

`Stinking cunts! All of them are nothing but a bunch of stinking, rotting cunts!'

 

It reminded him of all the times he was teased growing up!

 

`Bastards! Worthless bastards!'

 

He growled, his fists balled up, begging to connect with something…anything!

 

It reminded him that all women, every last one of them! They were nothing but a bunch of control freaks that used you for what they could get and tossed you to the wayside when they were done!

 

They didn't… They never cared about your feelings! They didn't care that they were humiliating you! They didn't care that your heart was breaking! They didn't care…

 

`She didn't care that she was destroying me. She took what she wanted and she… That fucking whore!' he thought, not realizing that he'd made this personal and directed totally towards Kikyo.

 

Hearing the door to the outer office swing open, he snapped out of his reverie and immediately tried to school his features as best he could. He quickly decided it was useless. This morning, this fucking weekend was going to hell in a hand basket; he might as well accept it.

 

“Half-breed,” his older brother stated nonchalantly, stopping at the door and leaning lazily against the door jam, his arms crossed comfortably across his chest.

 

“Asshole,” Inuyasha responded with a scowl, knowing that was just Sesshomaru's prick-ish way of saying good morning, good evening, good night, good-bye, and even hello to him.

 

Staring at the hanyou, one eyebrow raised slightly higher than the other, he stated, “If I cared, I would ask what's wrong with you, but since I really don't, I won't.” From the moment he had stepped out of the elevator, he'd sensed that his brother was upset about something, but his character wouldn't allow him to ask what it was.

 

Inuyasha looked up from his computer screen, a deep frown marring his handsome features. “I…I…” Inuyasha stuttered, taken aback by his older brother's comment. Growling, he snapped, “Fuck you.”

 

Snorting lightly, Sesshomaru uncrossed his arms and stepped into the office. Stopping at the bookshelf that held a few pictures of their family, he picked up a picture of their father hugging Inuyasha's mother from behind. “Inuyasha?”

 

“What?” the hanyou replied, his voice filled with annoyance.

 

He wanted to talk to him, to tell him that whatever it was that was bothering him wasn't worth it. He wanted to tell him that it was time to let that Kikyo bitch go. He wanted to tell him that even though it seemed like he hated him, he really didn't, never had or would, but none of that would ever be spoken. Instead, he queried dryly as he sat the picture back down, “Are you ready?”

 

“Fuck, I should be asking you that, since I've been waiting on your ass to get here. Did you bring a copy of the contract?” Inuyasha asked as he double clicked the print icon so that he could print out a few spreadsheets that Nya had completed the week before.

 

“Yes, however, Rin has the original.”

 

Grabbing the documents off the printer, Inuyasha walked towards the door. “I assume you'll want to do this in your office.”

 

“You assume correctly,” Sesshomaru replied nonchalantly as he turned and headed out the office and towards his own that sat at the very end of the hall. “Will Nya-sama be joining us?”

 

“Nah, I don't think so. Did you call Jakken?”

 

Sesshomaru had met Jakken his last year in high school when he saved the little imp of a man from a grueling ass wiping. Ever since then, the toad had been forever at Sesshomaru's beck and call. At first, Inuyasha thought that the little imp youkai was gay, but he quickly realized that there wasn't anything gay about him. He was basically a follower and Sesshomaru the ultimate leader.

 

“He's staying with Rin until I return.”

 

“What about Hoko?” Inuyasha queried absently, knowing that Sesshomaru never gave the butler a break and especially not with Rin being so close to her due date.

 

“He had a few errands he needed to run for Rin.”

 

Smirking at the back of his brother's head as he unlocked the door to his office, Inuyasha admitted to himself that he didn't hate his brother nearly as much as he pretended to. However, he did somewhat envy him and that caused him to disliked the full blooded demon a lot, if that made any sense.

 

Stepping into the office behind Sesshomaru, the hanyou sighed lightly. He was grateful, eternally grateful, that his obnoxious ass was here to distract him away from `her'. Though that was something else that he'd never, in a million years, admit.

 

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