InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Not Yours ( Chapter 31 )

A/N: As always all characters will be that fine line called OOCness. Well, I wasn't going to post this chapter until this weekend, but I decided that since you guys have been so gracious with your reviews as well as your well wishes, and because I just completed chapter 34, which I thoroughly enjoyed writing, I might as well go ahead and just do it. Anyway, I'm feeling much better, though I'm sure it will be awhile before I'm back to my old self, but I'm here and I'm writing, so please keep reviewing. I want to thank you all for your wonderful reviews and support, and I want to especially thank my wonderful friend and beta, Mama Neko, for her wonderful support and devotion. Stay blessed to all of you.

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of anyone with the exception of Nya, Nola, Malcolm, Dinshu, and Dr. Aikio.

Chapter 31:

Not Yours

Nya glared at the small stack of 8 and half by 11'' papers she'd been holding in her hand for the past 20 minutes. As hard as she tried, she couldn't in all honesty wrap her head around it.

Standing up from her desk, she quickly made her way into the hanyou's office and over to the file cabinet that housed his personal information. Unlocking it with one of the two keys in existence, she quickly rifled through the top drawer for his credit card and banking statements for the past 6 months.

There can't be any more of these damn charges. I wouldn't have missed them; I'm not that lax in my job, she thought angrily, feeling as if this had to be some kind of sick joke.

Pulling out the two files-one that held his credit card statements, the other his bank statements-Nya quickly closed the drawer and made her way over to the hanyou's huge mahogany desk.

Sliding into his chair, she began flipping quickly through the file holding Inuyasha's personal bank statements.

Skimming the first statement quickly, she surmised, Okay, so this one looks good. Moving to the next statement, she quickly used the calculator mounted on his desk to do the math, and decided, This one is fine too.

Her spirit started to lift slightly. Okay, so maybe he won't fire me. He'll just curse me out like the pathetic bitch that I am, and demote me to the world's worst assistant ever, she thought agitatedly as she slipped the two statements she'd already looked through back into the file before moving on to the next one.

Scanning it quickly, she noticed that outside of his paychecks and the interest from the stocks that he owned being deposited into his account, there really wasn't any activity at all. So, she did the math once more, making sure that the total from last month and the total for the current month that she was going over meshed.

They did, so she slid that one into the folder as well.

Slouching back in Inuyasha's plush, high back leather chair, Nya sighed heavily as she ran her long, elegant fingers through her newly highlighted and cropped mane.

Today wasn't supposed to be like this! She was supposed to come in, pay her boss's personal bills, make sure that all of his account balances were where they were supposed to be, and then send a monthly check to the orphanage that the hanyou had basically adopted. She did the same thing every month, but this time…this morning…

“Shit!” she ground out furiously as she sat forward and pulled the next statement towards her.

It all started with that one call from American Express Black Card Customer Service. Sure, the lady was nice enough, they always were when they called, but the woman had basically turned her day upside down.

Flashback

Setting her cup of coffee down on the coaster on her desk, Nya continued to hum a song that she'd heard on her ride to work.

She knew her boss, Takahashi Inuyasha, wouldn't be in until about ten or so, since he didn't have any appointments scheduled until then. So, she decided that she would go ahead and get the humdrum end of month activities done early, that way she could sit in on the meeting with their new potential client.

She loved those meetings because she could watch the brothers in action, and in return, learn more herself. Sure, she enjoyed being the hanyou's right hand, and he definitely paid her well, but she wanted to one day have an assistant of her own. Therefore, whenever the chance to learn something new about the company presented itself, she made sure she took advantage of it.

After punching in her password for her computer, she sat back and waited for the flat screen monitor to turn from black to blue so that she could log into Inuyasha's bank account and schedule the amounts and dates for payments due.

Leaning forward, she quickly doubled clicked on the internet explorer icon to go online, and then immediately began typing in the name of his bank, but stopped as the phone on her desk sang to life.

Staring at it, Nya pondered on whether to answer it or not, but quickly decided that she better because there was a good chance that it was her husband calling to let her know that he'd locked himself out the house again, which he did often. It could've also been Takahashi calling to have her reschedule his appointments, which was something that he'd been doing a lot lately.

“Moshi-Moshi, Takahashi Inuyasha's office. How may I help you?”

“Konnichiwa, my name is Ria and I'm calling from American Express Black for Takahashi-sama. Is he available?”

Balancing the phone between her shoulder and ear, Nya stated as she continued to gain access to the online bank account, “No he's not, but I can help you. My name is Musaki Nya. My password is Sophisticated-twat.”

“One moment, Ma'am, let me verify that.”

Nya was practically ignoring the woman at this point because they always called a few times a month.

They would call to let Inuyasha know how many frequent flyer miles he'd racked up or to question as to why he hadn't used his card in the past thirty days. On a few occasions, which weren't rare, they would call to let him know about an upcoming concert or an upscale restaurant that was opening within the area that they could get him a table at or a ticket for. She figured this call would be no different.

“Musaki-san, I have verified your information, and I would be more than happy to discuss the account with you.”

“Sure, I'm listening. Is it a new restaurant, or is it Rolling Stones tickets?” Nya questioned sarcastically as she reached into her briefcase and pulled out the stack of bills she'd taken home with her the night before to look over.

“No, actually, our fraud department has brought a few charges to our attention, and we need to discuss them,” the Customer Service Rep, Ria, stated softly into the phone.

Setting the bills down, Nya removed the phone from her ear and stared at it as if she thought she hadn't just heard what she knew she had. “Ex…excuse me? Did you say fraudulent…charges?”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

Sitting up straighter, Nya finally gave the woman her undivided attention. This has to be some kind of mistake. No one has Inuyasha's credit card info but him, she thought as she tried to swallow past the lump that was developing in her throat.

“There have been a few charges within the past 14 days that seem out of the ordinary. The first one is at a bistro of some type on Laguna Beach, CA; it's for a total of $325.77.”

Nya sat forward. “Did you say, Laguna Beach, CA?” She didn't really care about the amount because there had been months where the hanyou in question would charge hundreds of thousands of dollars on the card and then he'd go months without charging anything, but the fact that she said Laguna Beach… Well that was crazy because he hadn't been in the states in more than two years!

“Yes Ma'am, Laguna Beach, CA. Has Takahashi-sama been doing some traveling lately?”

“N…no, he hasn't.”

“Would you like me to declare that charge as fraudulent?”

Nya swallowed hard. Was it possible that Inuyasha could have given his card to someone to use? Could he have lost it? What if it was- Cutting off her idiotic thoughts abruptly since she knew she was merely grasping at straws, she decided quickly, “Yes, please do.”

“Yes Ma'am. There is another charge for $2517.90 at a variety store in Las Vegas, NV that same day, but 8 hours apart,” Ria stated. “What would you like me to do?”

“Declare it as fraud,” Nya snapped, totally annoyed that anyone would try to use her boss in such away.

Sure, she knew that, if she wanted to, she could easily let this slide, do away with the card number, order Inuyasha a new card, and he'd know nothing about it. However, if this person got one over on him, then he or she was getting one over on her as well, and she wasn't about to let that happen.

“There are a few more charges that I need to confer with you about,” Ria continued softly, as if she thought she was about to get yelled at.

“Please continue,” Nya ordered as she quickly picked up a pen and started jotting down the pertinent information.

“Well, there's one for a pet store in Tokyo, but it's only for $45.22. There's another one that same day-and this is what alerted us that there maybe fraudulent activity happening-it is for $125,000.00 at a Mercedes dealership.”

Nya gasped and stood abruptly to her feet. “What the hell! I know you bakas didn't approve that!”

“No Ma'am, we didn't. We made the dealership's finance office call us. However, when we spoke with the gentlemen attempting to use the card, he couldn't verify any of Takahasi-sama's information, so we denied it. As you know that is not our normal procedure. Being a Black Card member there is no limit and also no need for pre-approval, but because there was two charges the same day at different ends of the earth, we red-flagged the account for further vetting.”

Nya could barely catch her breath. Who could be doing this? Who the hell could've gotten Inuyasha's credit card information? Who the hell would have had the balls to fuck with the Takahashis? she thought.

Slamming her hand on the desk in front of her, Nya confirmed vehemently, “Ria, that's your name, right?”

“Yes…yes Ma'am?”

“Here's what I want you to do. I'm going to give you my fax number and I want you to fax a copy of all of the charges that are in dispute. Once you do that, I want you or your fraud department to go through the past six months of Takahashi-sama's statements, and anything occurring in the States is to be considered fraudulent activity, with the exception of Hawaii, which is the only place outside of Japan that he has traveled to in that time. Once that is done, send me a fax totaling the amount that was stolen from him.”

“Ma'am that's going to take-“

Cutting her off abrasively, Nya hissed, “I don't give a shit how long that's going to take! Someone has been stealing from my boss and making me look like an idiot! I want to know how much they've stolen, where they spent, what they stole, how they signed Takahashi's name, and what the fuck they were wearing when they did it! Got it?”

“Yes, yes, Ma'am.”

Sneering at the wall before her, Nya fumed, “When the bastards that did this are caught, I want them prosecuted to full extent of the law, understand?”

“Yes, Ma'am, but there is one more charge, I need to bring to your attention.”

“If it took place in the states, then I already told you what to do with it!”

“Well…well, it doesn't really take place in the states. It's…it's for a first class flight for two from Los Angeles, CA for Tokyo, Japan.”

Her mind wouldn't let the dots connect; it wouldn't let her put two and two together, even though she knew deep down that with all of this revolving around CA, there was only one person on the face of the planet that could have even had a chance of getting the hanyou's information. But she…she had been M.I.A for some time now. It would've been stupid for her to show her face now and like this, wouldn't it?

No, she had to be over thinking this, but she knew deep down in the bowels of her lower intestines that it couldn't be anyone else.

“Cancel it,” Nya growled viciously. “And shut off that card and all the cards connected to it, if there are more. I want a brand new card sent with a new number to his business address within the next 24 hours.” Picking up her cup of coffee that she'd bought on her way upstairs, she swallowed, rewetting her parched throat as she finished, “And from this point on Ria, I want a flag to remain on this account. Unless myself or Takahashi-sama calls in to inform your company that he will be traveling out of the country, no charges are to be approved without a call to your fraud department, followed by a call to me. Do we understand each other, Ria?”

End Flashback

Nya stared down at the mess of papers that she had spread out all over Inuyasha's desk. The charges hadn't started until the current statement that was yet to be sent to them, which was a good thing, and all of the money in his bank account was accounted for, but she was still pissing mad.

Those sons of bitches, she thought angrily as she stared down at the faxed document she received earlier that morning.

The only thing she hated more than a thief and a cheater was a fucking liar, and this prick-if it was the dead bitch she thought it was-she could hardly wait to get her fucking hands around her crooked little neck.

Simonkal of Inuy

Inuyasha stood from the seat he'd taken the moment he'd stepped into the conference room. He was glad that the meeting had gone so well and doubly glad that said meeting was now over because now perhaps he'd get a chance to think about the happenings of the night before.

“Mr. Walcot, it was a pleasure meeting you, and I'm sure that we're going to work well together,” the hanyou declared, holding his hand out for the American gentlemen to shake.

“Yes, I'm sure that we will,” the American affirmed as he firmly shook the hanyou's hand, and then quickly turned towards Sesshomaru.

Inuyasha stated as he watched his brother shake the man's hand, “We'll have our Attorney draw up the agreement and have it sent to you for your approval and signature by the end of the week.”

“That would be perfect, Mr. Takahashi,” the gentleman offered, bowing his head in Inuyasha's direction.

“Indeed,” Sesshomaru chimed in as he stepped around the man and towards the door. “Jakken,” he called. “Escort Mr. Walcot downstairs, and make sure that the car takes him wherever it is he wishes to go.”

Inuyasha didn't need to see the little suck up to know that he'd practically broken his neck to get to the door at the sound of his brother's voice. Instead, he turned his attention inward in hopes of clearing up some of the things that had happened the night before.

He knew the story that Ginta told him would have to wait, because in all honesty it was what it was, lock stock and barrel. The only thing that he could do about that was make sure that Kagome didn't fall back in with that prick, Kouga. He'd also have to make a decision as to whether it was something that he would eventually tell her.

The next thing he needed to figure out-or rather try to understand-was why Kagome would say that his eyes had turned red and his irises bright blue. He'd honestly never heard of such a thing. What could it mean? And if it happened, why the hell did it happen?

Sighing heavily, the hanyou sat back down in the chair he'd recently vacated and waited for his brother to reenter the office, so that they could debrief and prepare for their next meeting. They were going to be interviewing some potential law firms since they were still in desperate need of an Attorney.

Sure, Kagome was filling in for now, but in the beginning she'd made it quite clear that she had no plans of working for them full time, and he wasn't about to force her into it.

That brought the hanyou to the third thing, or rather person, he needed to figure out; Kagome. What the hell had happened between them earlier that morning?

Okay, so maybe that was a stupid question; he knew quite clearly what had happened between them, but after he'd left and had a few minutes to think, he couldn't stop himself from thinking that it was a massive…astronomical mistake.

Not because he hadn't wanted it to happen, but because he now knew the history behind her broken heart. He knew that if he went there with her, she'd want more. She'd deserve much more than he was willing to give.

He would never deny the fact that he cared about her, but eventually, if they had sex, fucked, made love-whatever you want to call it-her feelings would become twisted. She would be expecting him to be in some kind of monogamous relationship with her, and that was something that his head and his heart just weren't ready for.

On the drive to work, he'd thought about just ignoring her calls all together, but he remembered that that was the same thing that the prick Kouga had done, and he couldn't do that to her-not again. He'd thought about telling her that things had gotten out of hand and that it could never happen again, but he'd rethought that as well because that would've made him sound like a pathetic wimp and he definitely wasn't that.

As crazy as he knew it was, he'd even entertained the thought of telling her that he was seeing someone, but that was quickly dismissed as well. He may have been a lot of things, but he wasn't a bold faced liar.

After coming to that realization, he admitted to himself in a roundabout way that yes, he liked spending time with her. Yes, he enjoyed her laughter. Yes, just the thought of her was enough to brighten his day. Yes, she was the first thing he thought about in the morning and the last thing at night. Yes, he was elated at the knowledge that he'd woken up with her in his arms earlier that morning. Yes, the thought of her being hurt or even sad broke his heart. Yes, he missed her when he was away from her for too long, but none of that, absolutely none of that meant a damn thing, did it?

Loosening the tie around his neck, the hanyou leaned forward, his elbows resting on his parted knees, and his head down. That was the problem, wasn't it? No matter how much he told himself that he didn't want to be with her like that or that he wasn't ready, it was like his actions… Actions he couldn't control, said something totally different.

Even now as he sat here telling himself that he didn't want to be with her, in the back of his mind, he knew he was praying that she'd call and say that she didn't hate him for walking out on her like he did. Even more to the point, as he was getting ready to take his shower that morning, he actually verbally debated with himself on whether he should or shouldn't shower because he didn't want to wash her scent away.

In the end, he decided that that was stupid because her scent was ingrained in his mind as if it were his very own. On the other hand, there was something about having it, her scent, her essence, all over him, beneath his claws, on his lips, the taste of her on his tongue-there was just something very animalistic about wanting that to remain with him forever.

The hanyou knew that he was literally getting nowhere fast with his chain of thought because he wasn't any closer to figuring out a damn thing that happened in the last 24 hours then he was 24 hours ago.

“That went well,” Sesshomaru avowed blandly as he stepped back into the office, closing the door behind him.

Not even glancing up at his older brother, the hanyou blurted without even thinking about it, “Oi, what do you know about `red eyes'”.

“Buy some eye drops,” the full demon quipped mildly as he reached into the small refrigerator above the bar and pulled out a bottle of water.

Growling, the hanyou rolled his eyes and clarified, already hating that he'd even broached the topic with this moron, “Not that type of red eyes, Asshole. I mean…” He stumbled, seriously tried to rethink his line of questioning before deciding that if anyone would know, his brother would, regardless of how much of a prick he was. Kissing his teeth, Inuyasha tried again, “Have you ever heard of a demon's eyes turning red?”

Turning so that he was facing his younger brother, who for once seemed to be in serious need of advice, Sesshomaru strolled over to the opposite side of the table and sat down. “Well, I've heard stories from father that at times when a demon is really furious their eyes may turn red, but that is mostly when they are about to take on their animal form. Why do you ask, Inuyasha?”

“Just wondering,” the hanyou mumbled as he sat back, his legs crossed at his ankles. Chewing thoughtfully on his bottom lip, he glanced up at his brother and questioned, “So, how mad would this demon have to be? And would he or she remember what took place during that time?”

One eyebrow raised higher than the other, Sesshomaru stared as his little brother wondering exactly where he was going with this line of questioning and if there was a meaningful point to it all.

If the full demon hated anything, he absolutely loathed wasting his time.

“Personally, Inuyasha, I haven't experienced that outside of the few times that I've gone in and out of my animal form. However, I will say that, while in that form, it is rather hard to focus or maintain a constant chain of thought. So perhaps the answer to your question is no, the demon wouldn't remember.” Setting the half empty bottle of water down on the coaster, Sesshomaru leaned forward and queried, “Do you think you've experienced this?”

Feeling like Sesshomaru was merely patronizing him, the hanyou stood up and stalked towards the window at the far end of the conference room, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his navy blue slacks. “Forget I ever asked about it okay. It doesn't matter anyway.”

Leaning back in his chair, Sesshomaru watched his brother closely out of the corner of his eye, but didn't comment right away as he began to leaf through the file of the first law firm representative that would be coming in.

“When did your eyes turn red, Inuyasha?”

“I never said that they did.”

“You wouldn't be asking about it if they hadn't,” Sesshomaru retorted quickly as he flipped through the Law Firms portfolio and sat back in his chair.

“I said forget about it, didn't I?” the hanyou snapped.

Sesshomaru had always prided himself on his ability to not care about other people's affairs-especially his brother's-but after the debacle of a wedding, he had unwillingly decided that maybe he needed to pay just a little more attention to the hanyou's affairs. Just not so much that it would make a huge difference or even be noticed.

“Since I have never heard of a hanyou having the ability to transform, I would venture to guess that it was your demon blood.”

Turning to face his brother, Inuyasha frowned and mimicked, “Demon blood?”

“Yes, baka, your demon blood.” Sesshomaru clarified as if he was talking to a preschool class filled with ignorant hanyous, “You're two halves of a whole, so one would think that at times one blood can be stronger than the other. For instance, Inuyasha, on your human night, your human blood takes over. So depending on exactly what you were doing when your eyes turned red, I believe that it's fair to say that your demon blood took over, and that is probably your version of transforming.”

That makes sense, the hanyou thought, but he would never openly admit it. Turning back to the window, he stared at his reflection and tried to envision what Kagome saw last night when she opened the door for him, but for the life of him, he just couldn't.

“Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru called, and then continued, “Perhaps you should go see Totosai. If anyone will have the answers you're seeking, he would.”

“Fat chance, Bastard,” Inuyasha grumped as he shuffled back over to the table deciding quickly that the last thing he wanted to do was have a talk with his idiot Godfather, and the oldest and closest friend of his deceased father.

The old coot was a complete quack with the worst case of selective amnesia he'd ever seen in his life!

When he was a child of about 8, Inuyasha's parents would make him go up to the mountains to spend time with the old man. Totosai would make him do all kinds of asinine manual labor type stuff, like digging useless trenches with his hands and chopping down large tree branches for his forever burning fire.

On one of those occasions, Totosai had ordered the hanyou to move some large boulders that were twice his size from one end of his rock garden to the other, only to yell at him later for actually doing it. He'd even gone so far as to demand that he move them back.

On another occasion, when the hanyou was a little older-about 10 or so-he'd gone to visit him at his mother's insistence. They had gone on what was supposed to be a day's hike and ended up lost in the woods for three fucking days because the old codger couldn't remember the way back home. Every time that Inuyasha tried to tell him they should go in a particular direction because it smelled familiar, he'd shush him and say, “You're only a hanyou, your nose don't work as well as mine. Now shut up and listen to your elder!”

The last time that Inuyasha had actually gone up there to spend some time with the geezer, he'd just turned 16. Totosai had told him almost immediately that his hot water pipes had busted, so, in order for him to take his therapeutic bath, he needed him to bring in water from the large cooking pot that resembled a miniature tank, which he had outside.

At first Inuyasha wasn't upset about it because it was a well known fact that the man had a really bad case of Rheumatoid Arthritis, but when he saw the size of the tub that he was supposed to fill, he almost had a stroke. In the end, it had taken him a total of 30 plus trips back and forth from the tub to the damn tank! And after all that, the prick had the audacity to ask him why he'd used all of his hot water filling the tub, when there was nothing wrong with the pipes!

Even now, thinking back to those times was enough to raise the hanyou's ire. He still didn't understand why the old man acted the way he did. From the way that his father talked about him, the man was a whiz with anything dealing with steel of any kind, and was even the famed creator of his and his brother's swords, Tetsusaiga and Tensaiga.

Brushing those thoughts off, the hanyou hissed to himself, Nope, it would definitely be a cold day in hell before I visit his ass again. That bastard would probably demand that I rebuild his whole fucking house in one weekend. Nope, not going; I don't care how many answers he has.

“Well, if you don't talk to him then I honestly don't know what to tell you, Inuyasha.”

“Feh, fuck it; I'll figure it out myself, the same way I figure out everything,” the hanyou retorted as he sensed an all too familiar aura moving steadily, or was it waddling towards the door of the conference room.

“How, with a bottle of cheap whisky and a couple of whores?” Sesshomaru questioned condescendingly as he stood to his feet and stepped towards the door.

“Keh, whatever works, right?” Inuyasha quipped as he stood up as well. Smirking as the door opened slowly, he tilted his head slightly to the side and forced himself not to push his brother out of the way in order to greet their new guest.

“Rin,” Sesshomaru acknowledged a soft smile on his face as he walked up to her. Leaning in, he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead while taking her hand in his in an attempted to guide her around the table so that she could sit down.

“Husband,” she replied cheekily as she reached down and rubbed her protruding belly. Turning her attention away from him, she reached out a hand to Inuyasha as she greeted, “Lover, how have you been? I haven't talked to you in forever it seems.”

He hated the fact that his brother's wife and mate could actually make him blush, but she could, so he did what he always did. Taking the hand she offered, he greeted her softly as he hugged her to him as much as he could without crushing her belly, “So you've missed me, I see.”

“I always miss you, Inuyasha,” she replied as she leaned back and ran her hand gently over his flushed cheeks. “I loved the flowers you sent me, and there's no need to worry, all was forgiven before it even happened,” she finished, talking about the flowers he'd sent to her a few days after their falling out over Shaarione.

Sesshomaru let go of his wife's other hand and sighed. If he didn't know any better he would've sworn by all that was holy that his wife and brother were having an affair or something behind his back, or was it right in front of his face? But he knew neither of them was foolish enough to attempt such a thing because he would surely kill them both without batting an eye. But, even more than that, he knew his wife only had one heart and it belonged only to him in its entirety.

As for his brother, well, Inuyasha did a lot of messed up things, but Sesshomaru knew that crossing that line would never be one of them.

Pulling out a chair for her, Sesshomaru cleared his throat in order to advise them that he'd had just about enough of their endearing antics. “Rin, perhaps you should sit down. We have much to discuss before the first candidates arrive,” he stated, since she had basically demanded to be a part of this hiring process.

Releasing Inuyasha, she reached for her husband and leaned heavily on him as he situated her into the seat to the left of him.

Taking his own seat, Inuyasha watched with envious eyes as his brother whispered something softly into Rin's ear causing her to blush and playfully swat him away, her cheeks inflamed with a brilliant hue of rosy red.

Kagome, he thought absently as he looked away from the two to them, his heart torn between the things he knew he wanted and the things he was to afraid to admit that he needed. One day… Someday… maybe…maybe it will be my turn...maybe.

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

A/A/N: Since I didn't touch on this at all in Inuyasha's portion of this chapter, I'll tell you, no, Nya did not tell Inuyasha about the charges to his credit card, maybe she'll tell him in the next chapter…maybe. (lol)

Next Chapter: Hate

Acknowledgments:

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