InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Voices, Signs, and Mates; Oh My ( Chapter 36 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness. Well guys, the time has come. School starts bright and early tomorrow morning, which absolutely sucks because I've so totally enjoyed being enamored in this fic for these past three months. It really sucks that I'm going to have to slow down the writing, especially now when the plot bunnies are hopped up on heroin or something…lol. Anyway, I was able to finish writing chapter 43 on yesterday, so you can rest assure that I will still be updating. As I stated in my last A/N, I will try to update every two weeks in order to make sure that I keep you guys entertained, and to give myself enough time-in between homework and papers-to write new chapters. So, be patient with me, my friends. I promise I won't stay away too long. That being said, thank you for your wonderful reviews and constant support, and a special thanks goes out to my wonderful beta, Neko!! Love ya, Lady!!

Now for the spectacular news, “Heart's Landfill has won 1st place Best Inu/Kag Romance with the Feudal Association for their 3rd quarter 2008 awards!” None of my fics have ever won first anything, a lot of seconds, but never first! So, thank you, thank you, thank you to that special person that nominated it and a big wet slimy kiss to all of you that voted for it! I'm so honored, really! Thank you!!

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

Chapter 36:

Signs, Voices, and Mates; Oh My

This had to be the longest day in the history of mankind, the hanyou decided without vacillation.

Bastard, he thought angrily as he picked up a few more nails and the hammer the codger had basically thrown at him, upon him and Kagome's arrival back to the shamble of a house.

After he and Kagome had made up, per se, they'd remained in the pasture for a little while longer, sitting quietly before she advised that she was ready to go home.

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done.

The loon was ostensibly waiting on them to come back, and upon seeing them, he had proclaimed rather loudly and pathetically, if that was even possible, “You know these old bones aren't what they use to be! Just look at my house! When did it start falling down all around me? I swear, at any moment it's going to fall in on me and kill me!”

The hanyou had tried to ignore that statement altogether as his Godfather stood there in front of him with his hands hidden behind his back.

“If I had family… If I had someone that… If I had a respectable Godson… I suppose that's just wishful thinking though,” the old man had whispered despondently as he turned slightly away and reached for the damn screen door that the hanyou noticed was only just hanging from its hinges.

Upon hearing that, Inuyasha told him that when he got back to Tokyo, he would have a contractor come back out to fix the place up, but Totosai, the prick, admonished rather brusquely, “I don't want no damn strangers around my house! What if they steal something? What if they try to kill me? Then who would you be left with, huh?”

“I'd be left with a peaceful fucking existence,” Takahashi bit out heatedly, leveling another piece of the broken fence. Positioning one of the nails he'd picked up seconds earlier, he made quick work of hammering it through the wood as he tried not to feel like too much of a sap.

Long story short, he'd told Kagome to go inside the house and lay down for an hour or so while he helped the old man out. She didn't seem like she wanted to comply since the memory of Totosai feeling her up was still fresh on her mind, but she'd given in reluctantly after shooting him a look that clearly said, she wasn't okay with this, but she understood.

Pushing his silver bangs out of his face, Inuyasha scanned the 4 sections he'd already patched up, and then turned his attention to the other 9 sections that he still needed to get to.

“I knew I shouldn't have come out here,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Every time I listen to Sesshomaru, it backfires!”

Growling, the hanyou watched the geezer make his way slowly towards him, his hands behind his back as he quietly assessed that work that was being done.

“What? You got a problem with how I'm doing it? Because if you do, I swear on all that's holy, I'll-“

Totosai glanced at him, a look on his face that Inuyasha couldn't quite discern before he queried evenly, “So, are you going to tell me why you're not married?”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and commenced hammering another nail into the wood. He'd be damned if he explained his relationship, or rather previous relationship problems with this coot. Though, he had to admit that it was kind of bizarre that the old man even appeared remotely interested in his life at all.

“Doesn't really matter, does it?”

Totosai frowned in thought, and then responded, “Well, if you're still alive, I suppose it doesn't.”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”

Ignoring the hanyou's question as he stepped over to the section that Inuyasha had just mended, and sat down on the top plank of the tri-level fence, he queried evenly, “What was her name?”

“Who's name?” Inuyasha shot back while turning his attention back to his task.

“The woman you were marrying?”

Grabbing another nail from the bucket, Takahashi questioned rhetorically, “You still didn't open the invitation, did you?”

“Why should I? It's not like I need it.”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “I don't really feel like talking about her, old man. Just know that it didn't work out.”

Totosai looked at him, one eyebrow raised higher than the other. “We're youkai; there is no such thing as it just didn't work out! Either it works out or your dead, there is no in-between.”

Scoffing dryly, Inuyasha snapped, “We'll, I sure ain't dead, am I?”

Totosai gave him a look that clearly said that he should've known better, but the hanyou ignored it and finished nailing in the last nail before moving on to the next section of the fence.

“I suppose, I should have had this discussion with you years ago,” the codger mumbled more to himself than to the hanyou. “Your father babied you so much, that he practically forbade me from talking to you about it. But, he's no longer here to stop me, now is he? So, Inuyasha, I think it's time for us to have a talk about the bird-youkai's and the bee-youkai's.”

“What,” the hanyou blustered, his cheeks pinking slightly. Standing up from his squatting position, Inuyasha found it hard to believe that he'd just heard what he had, but the look on his Godfather's face, told him that he was dead serious. “No fucking way! That shit ain't going to happen, you coot!”

Totosai ignored him and proceeded, “When a male youkai meets a female youkai they-“

“Shut the fuck up!” the hanyou bellowed, his face now inflamed. “I'm not going to have this conversation with you, I fucking mean it, Totosai!”

Grabbing a small branch that was leaning up against the fence beside him, the old man quickly whacked Inuyasha in the center of his head, causing him to fall on his ass.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?”

“Shut up, you ill mannered dog, your elder is speaking and you will listen,” Totosai declared calmly.

Inuyasha scowled at the man while rubbing the spot where he'd just been hit. Stupid idiotic, ass pumping fool! he thought angrily, but didn't dare move from the spot where he'd fallen.

“As I was saying, you don't choose your mate; your youkai chooses your mate.”

“You weren't fucking saying that,” the hanyou tried to correct, but was rewarded with another wallop on the head. “Stop fucking hitting me, I ain't a pup, you bastard!”

“Well, you sure act like one,” Totosai observed mildly enough. Tapping his chin, he began again, “You're a hanyou, so unlike youkai, choosing a mate is that much more difficult for you.”

“What the fuck-” Inuyasha started to say, but received another thump-this time-on the shoulder.

Grumbling under his breath about jackasses with sticks that needed to be shoved up their asses, Inuyasha scooted a little further away from the codger, but didn't dare open his mouth to say anything.

Scratching his bald head, the old man continued, “Let's see… Where was I? Oh, yeah, you have to be careful when choosing a mate, because unlike a full youkai, your human heart can lead you astray.”

Furrowing his brow, Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest and looked away, his nose stuck arrogantly in the air.

“If I'm correct, and I believe I am. That woman that you were marrying or married, whichever it was, wasn't chosen by your youkai blood was she?”

Inuyasha didn't respond.

Honestly, he hadn't a fucking clue as to what the man was talking about. Sure, he understood that his youkai blood is what gave him his strength, made it so that he never got sick, would bond him with his chosen mate, and extended his life for years and years beyond that of a human's life span. But it, choosing his mate, well that was straight bullshit as far as he was concerned!

He would never dispute the fact that there was an unbreakable bond between mates; his mother and father were the irrefutable proof of that. He also understood that because his father was able to have a wife-Sesshomaru's mother-and a mate-his mother-that there was a more serious…more infinite bond between his mother and father, but what he didn't understand…what would probably never make one bit of sense to him was this mess that his Godfather was spewing.

His father, his brother, no one had ever told him anything about their youkai blood choosing their mate…his mate. As far as he knew, and what he'd always believed is that the woman that he fell in love with and eventually married would became his mate automatically.

Bottom line, to Inuyasha, it was his choice and no one else's and damn sure not his blood's decision! So, no, none of this bullshit was ever going to make any sense to him!

“Feh!”

“Well since you're alive, I guess that's my proof that you chose her and not your youkai blood. Anyway, there are a few things you need to pay attention to before you try taking another mate.”

“Gods fuck, Totosai, I don't want to hear this shit!” Inuyasha shouted, his head snapping towards his Godfather. “I'm not a fucking pup! I know how to choose a fucking mate!”

Totosai's head tilted slightly to the side as he stared at the belligerent hanyou. “Okay, so tell me about it, Yashi. How do you choose a mate?”

Inuyasha was taken aback by the little pet name that no one but his idiotic, asinine, crazy ass Godfather called him. He absolutely loathed it, and he, the bastard, knew he did. So to call him by it now really didn't serve to do much more than to poor acid into an already festering wound.

“Yashi, tell me, how did you figure out that that woman you were going to marry was your mate? How did you know she was the one you would spend the rest of your life with? Did you hear voices? Was there a big neon sign hanging over her head? Or were you just hoping?”

How did I know? What the hell does he mean, how did I know? Inuyasha cogitated, a frown marring his brow. Blocking out the rest of the questions that went along with that ridiculous statement since he knew he was just trying to antagonize him, the hanyou rolled his eyes again and turned away abrasively.

Smacking his Godson on the shoulder with the branch, Totosai teased, “So tell me, Yashi. How did you know? What made you decide to ask her to marry you?”

Rubbing his shoulder, Takahashi sprang to his feet and yelled, “Stop fucking calling me that, damn it!” Snatching the branch from Totosai, he broke it in two and finished, “I'm not a fucking pup, you geezer, so stop trying to treat me like one!”

Most would have shrunk back at the hanyou's tirade, but Totosai just grinned and retorted, “I will treat you as an adult when you start acting like one…Yashi. And the fact that you were willing to marry a woman that your youkai didn't even choose just proves that you're still that little foul mouth, ill tempered boy that you were years ago. So, sit down and shut up!”

Glaring at the older demon, his anger roiling violently with in him, Inuyasha tried to remember exactly whom he was talking to so that he didn't totally snap and break the fucker's neck.

He wasn't sure if it was because the man had hit the proverbial nail on the head, or because he just found this whole situation downright degrading, but whichever it was, it annoyed the hell out of him.

Who the hell did this asshole think he was? He couldn't just…just treat him like he was a fucking pup that couldn't defend himself! He wasn't that helpless little boy anymore, damn it!

He'd fought with the best of them and won! He'd mourned the death of his mother and father! He owned one of the biggest and sought after companies in Asia! Made more money in one month than most people would make in their lifetimes, damn it! And he'd had his fucking heart-broken, and survived it!

No, this prick, Godfather or not, was not going to sit here and treat him like he was nothing…a nobody…a piece of mud at the bottom of his dirty ass feet!

“You know what? I'm out of here,” Inuyasha hissed, leaping over the fence and heading towards the house to retrieve Kagome. “I don't need this shit!”

“What were you doing when your eyes turned red, Yashi?”

Inuyasha stopped dead in his tracks, his fists balled up at his sides. Turning to face the old man, he growled, “Who the fuck told you-” He stopped as realization dawned on him. “Sesshomaru, that mother-fuc-”

“He called me the other day, or was it last week,” Totosai avowed unsurely as he scratched his head. “Maybe it was yesterday? No, no, today. At least I think it was today.”

“Feh, it doesn't fucking matter when he called! It was none of his business when he called and it's none of your business now!”

An impassive look on his wrinkled old face, Totosai offered, “Humor me, Yashi. Come have a seat; there are a few things we need to discuss before you and your lady friend leave.”

Everything in him told him to just grab Kagome and hightail it down the mountain, but a small insistent part of him wanted o stay. It wanted him to try and figure out why Kagome would have said that his eyes were red, and if he were honest with himself, he would have admitted that he needed…wanted to know as well.

Sighing heavily, the hanyou shuffled back to the fence and sat down beside his Godfather, his head down, his hand grasping the plank he was sitting on.

“You know, your brother has always been a demon of few words, so when he called and told me that you were seeking reasons for why a demon's eyes would turn red, I figured it must be pretty serious, so I did a little research.”

“And?”

“And, I need to know what you were doing when your eyes turned red. I need to know, what would have gotten you so upset that you would partially transform.”

“Transform? Totosai, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Even though you're only a hanyou, Yashi, you can still transform, though not in the same respect that a full-blooded demon would. That being the case, there are only a few things that would force you into a transformation: impending death, a mate's pain or death, and the death of a pup. So, I ask you again, what were you doing at the time that your eyes turned red?”

Inuyasha was staring at the demon trying to make sense of what was being said to him, but it…none of it made sense. All of this talk about mates and being near death; he wasn't doing anything along those lines and he damn sure didn't have any pups, so what the hell was this fool babbling about?

“I was talking to someone,” he started before he could stop himself. “Well, someone was telling me some horrid stuff about a good friend of mine and…and it really pissed me off. I guess things got a little out of control and I ended up beating the living shit out of the guy.”

“What happened after that?”

Inuyasha looked at him. “I…I don't know. When I woke up the next morning, I was…I was at Kagome's house.”

“And you have no recollection of how you ended up at her house?”

“No. Hell, I didn't even know my eyes had turned red until she told me the next morning.”

Totosai internalized that briefly before he spoke again, “Your heart will never choose your mate, Inuyasha. Human's fall in love with their hearts and they are led astray every day. The heart is as weak as the flesh at times, and that is a mistake that demons and hanyous cannot afford.”

Inuyasha stared at him, his face a mask of confusion. “Old man, what are you saying? Stop talking in circles and just tell me what the hell it is you're trying to say.”

Shaking his head as if he was speaking to the dumbest person on earth, Totosai clarified, “Just as your human side has a voice so does your demon side. In order to know when you've met your mate, Yashi, you will have to listen and pay attention to the signs.”

“Signs? What fucking signs?” Growling violently, Inuyasha continued, “You're not making any sense! What the hell does any of this have to do with my eyes turning red? Voices… Mates… Signs… Gods, Totosai-”

Cutting the hanyou's tirade off with a slap against the back of his head, the old man stood to his feet and declared sadly, “You've always been an idiot, I just hope that you wake up before it's too late.”

Watching the man shuffle away, Inuyasha tried to make sense of it, but for the life of him, he just couldn't.

Crazy old coot, the hanyou muttered as he jumped back over to the other side of the fence. Squatting down, he picked up the hammer and a nail and hissed as he began to bang the nail into the place, “Voices, Signs, mates… What the hell does any of that have to do with my fucking eyes turning red?”

Simonkal of Inuy

“Of course, Mr. Nahara, I will make sure that she calls you first thing in the morning,” Sango replied with a bow as the one client that refused to reschedule his appointment finally turned to leave.

She'd spent the last 2 and a half hours going over some legal documents that Kagome had prepared the week before, in hopes of getting the wretched man to sign them.

Unfortunately, with every paragraph that she explained to him, he had thirty more questions to toss back at her.

Naturally, she was more than capable of answering them, but in the end, she decided that it really wasn't worth the effort, because it was evident that the man trusted no one but Higurashi Kagome with his personal and business affairs.

Picking up the file that she'd taken with her into the conference room, Sango glanced down at her wristwatch and groaned.

It was damn near 5:30 and she'd told Miroku that she'd meet him at the department store so that they could register for their wedding gifts, and grab dinner afterwards.

Damn it, he's going to kill me! The one time that I actually get him to take the night off so that we can get something done for this freaking wedding, I'm late!

Dropping the file onto her desk, she quickly picked up her desk phone and dialed his number. Cradling the phone between her shoulder and ear, Sango reached down and pulled her purse out of her bottom drawer as the phone rang a few times in her ear.

“Let me guess, you're running late.”

Sango sighed, but smiled just the same. She could tell that he wasn't annoyed in the least even though he was doing his damndest to play the part. “I'm sorry Honey, but Mr. Nahara wouldn't take no for an answer.”

“Did you at least get him to sign the papers?”

“Not even on your luckiest day. I swear the man acted as if I was a clueless nut job. Not to mention, the whole time he's staring at the door as if he's expecting Kagome to come waltzing in at any moment.”

“Made you feel a little inept, did he?” Miroku questioned softly.

Slipping her purse onto her shoulder, Sango grabbed her keys with one hand, the file in the other hand. “All I have to say is that it's times like that when I just want to go and take that damn bar exam, you know?”

“I don't see why you don't; you're just as smart-if not smarter-than most of the Attorney's there anyway.”

Sango smiled as she slipped the file into the desk drawer and used her key to lock it. “I thought you wanted 23 kids?”

“Yeah, I do,” Miroku laughed. “But don't use that as your excuse not to take the exam.”

“Okay, okay, you're depressing me,” she teased, knowing that her only excuse for not taking the exam was laziness.

She'd gotten so complacent with being a Paralegal that she simply didn't think about it often enough for it to bother her. Well, it was that, and the fact that with the hours that Miroku's residency at the hospital required, she didn't want to put any added strain on their relationship with long hours of her own. Not to mention the amount of travel that her field of law would entail could be classified as damn near absurd.

Chuckling huskily, Miroku requested, “As a wedding gift make me a promise, Sango.”

Reaching out to turn the lights off, she adjusted the phone as she reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. “Depends on the promise; you might want me greased down in Crisco again, and I'm not doing that,” she finished as she hit her speed dial button number 1 to dial his phone from her cell phone.

“Come on, you know you enjoyed yourself,” he gushed. “Slipping and sliding all over the floor… Trying to hold on to what little traction we could find…”

“Hitting my head up against the wall several times… Trying to clean that mess out of my hair and the crack of my ass…” She heard the office phone go dead as he clicked over to the other line where she was waiting on her cell.

“Multiple orgasms… How many times did you come that night?”

Sango blushed. “That doesn't really matter; I'm not doing it again. Besides, if you remember, I couldn't wear shorts or short sleeves for weeks after because of the bruises.”

“Well, you can't say that I didn't try,” Miroku retorted playfully. “Anyway that wasn't my promise. As a wedding gift, I want you to promise me that you will take the bar exam and pass it, before we're married, and regardless of whether you ever put it to use.”

Pushing the button for the elevator, Sango thought that over briefly before she replied softly, “Only for you, my love, only for you.”

“So that's a promise, then?”

Stepping into the elevator, she hit the button for the garage as she affirmed, “Yes, that's a promise.”

“Good, now where are you?”

“I'm in the elevator. I should be there in twenty minutes if the traffic is moving alright.”

Sango heard him shift as if sitting up before he replied, “Well, I guess I better get dressed then, huh?”

“Miroku, don't tell me you're not there yet! You know we had an appointment for 5:30! They're never going to see us now!”

“Relax, they called earlier and I moved the appointment to 6.”

Stepping out of the elevator, she quickened her pace towards her car as she pulled her keys out of the side pocket of her purse where she'd dropped them upon stepping onto the elevator. “Good, now go get dressed, and you better not put that purple and black shirt on again either.”

“Why, I like how that one fits me. It accentuates my biceps,” he offered in defense of his attachment to the 7 year old shirt that he'd purchased on one of their vacations to Seoul, Korea.

“Just don't,” she retorted, trying to sound serious, but knowing where he was concerned she very rarely ever sounded serious about anything.

“Alright, fine, I won't.”

“Shit!” Sango hissed, staring at her car. “This shit isn't happening! It just can't be happening right now!”

“Sango, what is it?” she heard him question anxiously.

“My damn tire; its flat! I can't believe this!”

“Don't worry about it; I'll be there in a few minutes.”

Her frowned slowly twisted into a smile at his words. Mr. Dependable… He's never ever let me down, has he? she thought as she turned in a slow circle, glancing around the vacant garage.

“Sango, you still there?”

“Of course; I was just cogitating about how you've never let me down. Just now, you didn't ask how the tire got flat or accuse me of driving too reckless; you simply said that you'd be here in a few minutes.” Sighing, she finished, “You know something, I have to be the luckiest woman in the world to have ended up with you.”

“So does this mean you'll give the Crisco another try?” Miroku questioned cheekily.

Rolling her eyes, and then squinting at the setting sun that peeked in through the scant opening in the covered garage, Sango glanced around her again as a feeling of being watched fell over her like a smothering blanket. She couldn't explain it, but it made her feel as if she should run or better yet scream for help.

Swallowing passed the lump in her throat, she turned her attention back to her fiancé, “If you hurry, I might let you talk me into it.”

Miroku started to say something, but the sound of footsteps drawing close pulled her attention away as she spun around looking for the owner of said feet.

It was as if her eyes were playing tricks on her because the shadows all around her seemed to move at once, bending into each other, and reaching out to her.

“Mir…roku,” she stuttered as she stepped back, unable to shake this feeling of fight or flight that was creeping up her spine and slowly entangling itself within every crevice of her body.

“Sango, what's wrong?”

Glancing around her again as she took another step back, she replied, “I…I don't know, but…something's…something's wrong.”

“Did something just happen?”

“No, it's just a feeling,” she replied unsurely. “Maybe I'm just being silly.”

She could hear the soft ding of his car ignition as he cranked the engine and for a brief almost nonexistent moment she was relieved because she knew he would there soon.

“Alright, just go back upstairs and lock yourself in Kagome's office until I get there. Scratch that, go to the guards stand in the lobby, that way you'll see me when I pull up.”

Pushing the button to call the elevator, she glanced around her again as that feeling violated every nerve of her body, causing the hairs on the back of her neck, along her arms, and up her scalp to stand on end.

Something's wrong, she deduced quickly while stepping into the elevator and quickly reached out with shaky hands to punch the button for the lobby.

Feeling that she needed a moment to get control of herself, she stated quickly into the phone, “Miroku, my battery is low. I'll call you back as soon as I get up to the lobby.”

Not waiting for him to reply, she flipped the phone close and leaned forward, her hands on her knees as she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply a few times, and tried to get control of her racing heart and frazzled emotions.

Wiping her sweaty hands on the material of her dress, Sango realized absently that the doors should have shut by now and the elevator should be moving, but it wasn't.

She started to reach for the button again, but froze when her eyes slowly opened to a pair of black boots, and then lethargically, almost as if she were in a horrid dream, traveled up and over a pair of dark blue baggy jeans, and a silver metallic looking belt.

She didn't care about the rest of what he wore because she knew without having to be told that he…he didn't belong there.

Staring at his face, she quickly took in his powder blue eyes, long black ponytail that streamed down over his shoulder, both of his shoulders, as if he had been running from something or towards something, she didn't know which.

Swallowing, she slid to the side closest to the emergency button, but she didn't take her eyes off of him, and unfortunately, he returned the favor. Noticing that his clawed hands were stopping the doors from closing, Sango tried to smile friendly like at him, but failed.

Why is he here? Who is he?

Everything in her told her to run, to get the hell out of there. It told her the last thing she wanted was to be stuck in this elevator with this youkai, and that at least in the garage she'd have a chance of getting away if he tried to attack her.

Shifting her purse on her shoulder, she stepped forward, hoping that he'd do the polite thing and step aside, but to no avail.

“Ex…excuse me. I…I need to get off,” she stated softly, trying with all her might to not let her fear show through.

His lips slowly turned up into something that resembled a smile as his eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't move.

Staring up at him, she couldn't make herself look away from his fangs that were as white as freshly fallen snow and seemingly sharp as nails.

He blinked, and then reached out and grabbed her so fast that she could barely comprehend it all.

His eerily soft hand was gripping her neck, cutting off her circulation as it inched slowly towards her jaw line…her chin.

Sango didn't breathe…forgot to breathe…forgot to try to breathe.

This isn't happening! This…This isn't happening, she thought as she closed her eyes and tried to think. Tried to tell herself that she should react…that she should do something.

He pulled her closer.

She could feel him, his breath on her face, on her neck as his claws dug into the sides of her face nearly breaking the skin.

Gods no! Not like this! Please! I'm getting married! I'm in love! Please gods… Someone, please don't let this…don't let him do this, she silently pleaded as she grabbed fitfully at his arms, his hands, and swung at his face.

“I heard you lie pretty well with that beautiful mouth of yours.” His tongue flicked out tasting her lips. “What else can you do with it?” he queried evenly, a deceitful grin on his face.

Until Next Time… (Your .02 cent is greatly appreciated!!)

A/A/N: Okay, so…you guys do know that Sango is not a demon slayer and Miroku is not a monk in this fic, right? I'm just throwing that out there; do with it as you choose. (Grins)

Next Chapter: Damned

Acknowledgements:

Knittingknots ~ MisfitBride ~ InuGoddess715 (His wife was Kikyo as stated in the first chapter, and his whole story still has not been told, my friend) ~ FoxyLove ~ U Ignorant Fools (I've always hated when people wrote fics and made Inu about as dumb as a door knob, so thanks for noticing that he actually uses his brain in this one) ~ Deipurple ~ Tueske ~ Olddog333 (A can of whoopass? (lol)) ~ Midoriko-sama (You're just too cute!! (lol)) ~ Little Miss Lulu ~ Eye's of Eden ~ Silent Reader ~ Tarzan14 ~ Nicc85 ~ ThisIsMeSmiling ~ Silverwolfhalfbeast ~ Angel-up-above-heaven (Yes, she is) ~ 1love1 ~ Mynera ~ Tora92 ~ Inuyasha Baby_Bre (1 out of 2 ain't bad (lol)) ~ Hentai Strumpet ~ Magedelbene ~ Xyanblue