InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Hello ( Chapter 58 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness! Sorry for the wait, but I'm damn near close to getting paid for this…(snickers)!! Anyway, here's the next chapter and thanks for your patience and your continued support. As always, thanks to my wonderful beta, Neko, for a job well done!! Where the heck would I be without you, woman?

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

Chapter 58:

Hello

Kagome tugged at the ends of her waist length, black suede blazer uneasily as she glanced around the dimly lit setting that was indeed a club regardless of what her overly excited friend said to her.

If it hadn't been for the neon sign that hung over the door of the establishment, which read, “pLace”-spelt just like that- she would've sworn that Yuka was bringing her to a dingy warehouse to sell her organs to the highest bidder. However, upon entering through the double steel doors all her thoughts of turning and running fell away.

The place was eccentric, beautifully decorated, and stretched out before her eyes as far as she could see. The walls were draped in a white mesh material that rolled upward across the pipes that ran the length of the ceiling. At equal intervals, the sheets would combine in the center of the ceiling around a large golden looking disco ball.

Kagome tore her eyes away from the ceiling, not wanting to seem like a tourist in her own hometown, and stepped deeper into the facility, and passed the bouncer that hadn't even bothered to check her ID or ask her for any cash.

She stopped short, her breath hitching in her throat. The room was lined with beds…beautiful king sized beds that were canopied in more of that white sensual material.

Some of the canopies were closed, but she could see the silhouettes of people behind them. She could see one couple kissing, the woman sitting on top of the guy. She tore her eyes away realizing all too quickly what they were probably doing or about to.

She turned her attention back to the room before her and slowly took in the red velvet rope that ran the length of the room until she couldn't see it anymore and came back up the other side, stopping just after the row of beds to her right.

She decided quickly that this rope was what separated what had to be VIP from the sitting areas that surrounded the large mirrored dance floor in the middle of the room.

I'm sure glad Inuyasha didn't put me a skirt, she thought while running her hands down the length of the denim straight legged jeans.

Glancing to her right and left in search of Yuka, who wasn't there, Kagome then turned her attention back to the room before her. The club wasn't packed, but there was definitely a pretty nice crowd meandering about.

She took a step deeper into the room past another set of double doors, absently wondering where Yuka had disappeared to and why the bouncer hadn't bothered to ID her or make her pay. She brushed that to the side as her eyes lit on a bar that was sprawled across the left side of the room lined with what appeared to be glowing green and yellow bottles of every kind of liquor known to mankind.

Stepping up to the bar, she ordered, “Double martin, please.”

The shirtless wannabe Adonis with a perfect smile, splendid muscled biceps, and mouth watering abs that dipped into his low rider loose fitting jeans winked at her in a flirtatious manner. She smiled, knowing that if she hadn't had Adonis himself-in all his glory-waiting for her back at his hotel room, this guy would've certainly been her type for the night.

Kagome blinked and looked away from him, her thoughts going back to earlier that night. Her and Inuyasha in her room… She on her knees before him… He behind her whispering things she still didn't understand as he undulated into her repeatedly… The feel of his mouth on her as he tried to muffle her screams of pleasure as she orgasmed timelessly… The hesitant look in his eyes as he redressed, and then stepped to her closet to pull out what he wanted her to wear that night…

She dug into her purse without thinking about it. There was something hidden in his eyes. It had been there from the moment he'd found out that she was going out and remained there as he kissed her bye and told her that he'd leave a key at the front desk of his hotel for her.

Deep down she knew he hadn't wanted her to go out, but for some reason he hadn't been able to tell her not to. Didn't he understand that if he told her not to, she wouldn't? Didn't he understand that his happiness was just as important, if not more so than her own? Didn't he understand that the love that she felt for him wouldn't allow her to make him or want to see him unhappy?

The phone rang twice before it was picked up and she stated softly while shoving her finger in her other ear so that she could hear him better, “Miss me?”

“You have to ask?” he questioned, his tone husky.

Kagome sighed and glanced around the club. “Well, if it makes you feel any better there's not a soul in Japan that could take me away from you.”

He chuckled. “That's always good to know.” He shifted as if he was sitting up and he questioned, “Where's your friend?”

“I don't really know. The minute we got out of the car, she disappeared on me.”

“I see,” he intoned, “So, you want me to come get you?”

Kagome giggled. “Nah, she's somewhere around here, but keep your phone close, I have a feeling that I will eventually have to ditch her or she'll ditch me.”

He snorted and she heard what had to be the sliding glass door to his room slide open. “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was just laying on the couch staring at the ceiling wondering why the hell I told you I was okay with this.”

“Inuyasha?”

“It's fine, Wench,” he told her seriously, his voice sounding lethargic, “You've just got me a little spoiled is all. I'm not really use to you and friends and clubs and shit, but I won't throw a tantrum, I promise.”

The bartender caught her attention and winked at her as he set her drink down on a napkin in front of her. “Thank you; how much do I owe you?” she questioned softly

He grinned then and leaned towards her. “It's on the house,” he replied with another wink.

“Why? I can pay,” she stated removing the phone from her ear partially and starting to dig in her purse.

“Your friend took care of everything,” he told her, “She said you guys were celebrating old friendships or something like that.” He stepped back from the bar, his hand running the length of his chest over his flat abdomen to his eye catching belt buckle that was lined in rhinestones with gold letters that read `RIDER'.

Kagome looked at the guy for a long moment before shrugging and turning away, her drink in hand. “Well, thanks I guess,” she replied over her shoulder.

“Who was that?” Takahashi questioned her hesitantly.

Kagome smiled to herself and took a sip of a drink. “The bartender. He said that I didn't need to pay because Yuka has taken care of everything.”

“Well, that was nice of her.”

“Yeah, thing is it's actually kind of weird, because Yuka doesn't have money to just throw away. I mean, hell, I don't have money to throw away either, but I have more than she does.”

He laughed. “Do you want some of mine?”

“I'm being serious, Takahashi. This is kind of weird. I didn't even have to pay to get in or anything.”

“Maybe she came into some extra cash and wanted to do the right thing after that little spat you guys had,” he told her. “Just let it be what is, Wench, and stop trying to read into everything like you normally do.”

Kagome took another sip and decided that he was right as he always seemed to be when it came to things like this.

“But the minute you start to feel weird, or whatever, call me and I'll come get you.”

Kagome laughed, “You'd love that, wouldn't you?”

He didn't waste any time responding to her, “Yes…yes I would; very much so.”

She was just about to respond when a pair of skinny arms encircled her neck and pulled her back. Kagome screeched and spun, her drink and the phone almost flying from her hands.

“Hey sexy!!”

“What the hell?” Kagome chastised, her face rosy red from fright.

“Are you alright?” Inuyasha asked the moment she put the phone back to her ear.

“Yeah…yeah, that was just Yuka being silly.”

Yuka danced around her as she wagged her finger and pointed at the cell phone.

Kagome groaned, annoyed and stated into the phone, “Baby, I have to go. Mother Yuka is telling me that I can't be on the phone here.”

Inuyasha was quiet for minute and then stated calmly, “Yeah, okay, whatever, call if you need me, okay?”

“I will; love you.”

“Love you too, Wench,” he told her quickly and she closed her phone and sighed before shoving the phone into her purse again.

Turning back to face her once missing friend, Kagome growled at the grinning woman, “Where the hell have you been, Yuka? I've been standing here looking like-”

Yuka fanned her hand dismissively and threw her arms around her, hugging Kagome again. “We'll have none of that chastising crap tonight! And no more lovey-dovey phone calls! This is about fun, fun, fun!”

Kagome shook her head and narrowed her eyes at her friend who had already twirled on her heels and stepped to the bar.

“Riku, give me a Lover's Lump! Double the lumps!” she stated leaning so far over the bar that Kagome could see her bare ass. As sad as it was to admit, Kagome really couldn't even pretend to be surprised that the woman wasn't wearing panties.

She knew what she, herself, had on wasn't something that could be considered day wear, but Yuka made her feel like a nun!

“Well friend let's do this,” Yuka stated, stepping up next to her, her drink in her hand.

Kagome rolled her eyes and looked away from the sultry woman.

“Look, tonight is all about the fun, okay? No moping around, or show boating, or acting stuck up! It's just you and me!” Yuka sang, grabbing her hand and tugging her along behind her.

“Yuka!”

“Relax,” she called back.

Kagome stared at the back of her friend's short pixie styled hair and wondered just why the hell she'd allowed her to trick her into coming here. She could've been at the hotel with Inuyasha or home with her family.

She noticed absently that Yuka was pulling her towards the row of beds that were further down the room out of sight from the front door. “Where are we going?”

“VIP,” she responded with a wink over her shoulder. “I told you I wanted to make it up to you didn't I?”

“Yuka?”

Yuka dropped her hold on her hand and turned to face her. “Kagome just have fun tonight okay? No questions, alright? I just want to enjoy my friend, that's it,” she declared softly, her eyes pleading.

Kagome stared at her for a long moment before she grudgingly turned her frown upside down and sighed lightly. “Fine, no complaints.” She eyed the beds as she bit down lightly on her lower lip. “We're doing VIP tonight?”

Yuka stepped back, one hand coming to her hip. “Yep!”

“Really?”

“All night! Free drinks! Free food! Free drugs if you want it!” she finished with a wink and smirk.

Kagome giggled and glanced around them again. “All I want is one of those beds,” she told her.

“Done,” Yuka said happily as she spun on her heels and danced toward the bouncer at one section of the velvet rope. She whispered something that Kagome couldn't hear over the loud music and turned, calling her forward.

The guy gave Kagome the ounce over three times before he gave an approving nod and unlatched the rope with a husky, “Bed 19”. She almost felt insulted, but as she turned and glanced over her shoulder at him, she gloated at the fact that the sight of her ass actually had him entranced.

To drive her point home, she switched just a little bit harder, her hips rocking from right to left and back again almost swaying to the beat of the music thrumming through the invisible speakers that seemed to be in every nook and cranny of the oversized room.

As soon as they reached the fluffy all too inviting bed, Kagome ran her manicured nails across the white duvet, turned and sank down slowly unto it, then laid back letting her body melt into the sheets as the mattress came up to hug her. This was definitely heaven.

Yuka sprang up on the bed on the opposite side, her legs bent beneath her and Kagome rolled over so that she was on her belly, her feet still on the floor. “This is so nice, Yuka, thank you for bringing me out tonight.”

Yuka giggled and took a sip of her drink. “Please, you just like the bed,” she joked, a twinkle in her light brown eyes.

Kagome giggled and sat up, feeling stupid for not wanting to spend time with her close friend. Scooting over closer on the bed so that they were both kneeling in the middle of the bed, they stared out at the dance floor and the people that weren't in VIP, Kagome questioned playfully, “So, who do you have your eye on?”

“Nobody yet, but the night is still young!” She finished off her drink, set it down on the table next to the bed, and crawled off the bed that definitely needed a step stool. “Let's go dance!”

“Now! I'm not finished with my drink!”

“Please, we'll order another one when we're done. They are free after all,” Yuka told her.

Kagome thought about that briefly before she downed the rest of her drink and set it on the table closest to her. “Let's do this!”

Simonkal of Inuy

He reached up and brushed a piece of invisible lint from his spotless black shirt, his eyes never leaving the slim, perfectly carved woman in the center of the dance floor.

Her hands over her head, her hips gyrating slowly in tune with the beat of the music playing around them. She was unknowing creating her own mystical pull that he could tell was affecting more than just him.

The guys that were once just lining the dance floor were starting to close in now and he could only grin because he knew from experience that when she danced, she preferred to do it alone.

His eyes traveled from her to her friend that was dancing just as seductively a few feet from her, and he had to nod his head in approval because she'd done exactly what he'd asked her to.

Of course, she had no idea what he had in store for either of them, because if she had, he was quite sure she would never have gone through with this little plan of his.

He'd simply told her to consider it a night out on the town on him. She wouldn't have to pay for a thing and would have free run of the club, his club, as long as she brought Kagome with her. To sweeten the deal, he told that once she had her here, he'd give her a thousand dollars for her troubles.

Kouga had seen that she was interested once he mentioned the money, but she only reluctantly agreed when he'd promised-as if that really meant a damn thing-to not hurt Kagome or do anything obscene.

He'd grinned at her at the time and told her that he had no thoughts of doing anything of the sort, but then he had to admit that he would've said anything that he thought she needed to hear to get her to go along with his plan.

You've done good, Yuka.

He'd made sure that for tonight only the people that he handpicked were allowed in the club. He didn't want to take any chances on any cops, wives, boyfriends or the like slipping in. This was going to be about him and Kagome and he refused to let anyone or anything get in his way.

He heard two cackling girls coming up behind him and he shifted to one side not wanting to be bumped into. The red head passed first giving him a glance that said clearly, “I'd fuck the hell out of you.” He smiled at her and nodded his head. Under normal circumstances, he would've taken her up on her unspoken offer.

The scent hit him before her friend did; heavy and poignant clogging his nostrils as if someone was standing before him holding his nose closed.

Kouga coughed, pushed away from the wall that he was leaning on and rubbed the palm of his hand across his nostrils fitfully. He fanned the air in front of him with his other hand and coughed, trying to clear his nasal passage of the scent and his lungs and mouth of the taste of it.

“What the fuck!” he hissed, reaching out and gripping the girl by the back of her head and pulling her back to him. Slamming her against the wall across from him, he hissed, “What the hell was the shit you just sprayed? What the fuck was it?”

The woman was petrified as she babbled while grasping the sleeve of his shirt, “Get off me!”

He couldn't smell a fucking thing! He felt blind and deaf! He felt handicapped! He growled heatedly pulling her forward and slamming her against the wall again, “What the fuck was that shit!”

“Please Mister, let her go,” the red head said coming up beside him. She grabbed his arm and tugged, but he didn't budge.

“I asked you a fucking question, didn't I?” he growled into the dark haired woman's face.

“Perfume! It was perfume that's all,” the red head screamed.

He frowned and looked down at the dark haired woman. “Perfume? What the…” he released her then and stepped back wiping at his nose again. He still couldn't smell a damn thing except that and it was starting to burn. “What the fuck did you do? Spray it directly at my fucking face?”

The dark haired woman pushed away from the wall and latched on to her friend as she stated quickly, “I didn't mean to. I really didn't! I'm sorry!”

“Get the fuck out of here!” he stated to them fanning them away and then looked around spotting one of his bouncers. “Shun, get them the fuck out of here now!”

Kouga stepped back into the darkness of the narrow hallway he was standing in and turned his attention back to the dance floor where Kagome and Yuka were still dancing.

He sighed in relief. Good no one seems to have noticed the commotion, he thought as he eyed a waitress that he vaguely remembered fucking, walking in his direction with a tray of drinks.

As she drew closer, he reaching out and took a drink from the tray downed it, set the empty glass back down on the tray and grabbed another one. “Oi, got any coffee grounds in the kitchen?”

“I think we might,” she told him, shifting the tray to her other hand. “Do you want me to get you a cup?”

“Nah, I don't drink that shit, but you could bring me a few coffee grounds in a napkin.”

“Is something wrong?”

He growled at her overly helpful nature and intoned, “Just get the fucking grounds, Bitch!”

The woman that wasn't any taller or bigger than his wife glared at him for a moment, unblinking before she turned and headed back the way she'd come.

“Fuck,” he hissed hating not being able to smell a good damn thing. “Shit! Fuck!” he growled. He honestly felt damn near blind! If he had to lose any of his senses, his sense of smell would be the last one that he would've wanted to give up.

“You alright, Boss?” Shun, a stout muscular human that he'd hired a few months ago asked.

“Yeah, I'm good. Did you throw those bitches out?”

“Ass to the cement,” Shun advised. Sniffing, he covered his nose and asked, “What the fuck is that smell? It smells like cat piss!”

Kouga looked at the guy for a moment and then chuckled, “My sentiments exactly.”

Shun posted up on the wall next to him and stared out at the dance floor. “It looks like it's going to be a slow night.”

“I'm okay with that,” Kouga intoned staring in the same direction Shun was. “I don't plan on being here that long anyway; just stopped in to pick up an old friend of mine.”

“Really? Which one,” Shun questioned conversationally, “The one in the jeans or the one in the nonexistent skirt?”

Kouga glanced at the man and thought about telling him to mind his goddamn business, but then thought better of it. This Shun guy was alright and had he been youkai, he probably would've had him as one of his right hands.

The waitress came back then and handed him the napkin. Lifting it to his nose, Kouga stated, “If you want, I can put a good word in for you with the one with nonexistent skirt, but her friend is off limits.”

Shun grinned. “Really?”

“Yep, besides miniskirt chick sucks a mean dick. You should try her out,” he told him as he leaned down and sniffed the coffee beans.

Shun grabbed his member through the material of his jeans and advised, “Sounds good; hook it up, boss man.”

Kouga sniffed the coffee beans a few more times and felt his nostrils slowly clearing up, but he knew it wouldn't be at hundred percent for a few hours yet. Pushing that to the side, since he honestly didn't have any time to waste, he shoved the napkin and coffee beans in his pocket and stood straight, squaring his shoulders.

“I'll do you one better, my friend,” he told Shun, “You're hanging with me tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yep, and all you have to do is keep miniskirt entertained long enough for me and her friend to get to know one another again.”

Shun stared out at the two woman, the only two woman that were worth looking at on the dance floor and he smiled. “Whatever you want, Boss. I'll follow your lead.”

Kouga smirked at the guy, nodded his head in the direction of the two women before stepping out of the darkened corner and into the light. Sparing another moment to glance around the club, he then took his time stepping towards the dance floor making sure to keep out of sight of his prey. She was dancing erotically to a slow song, her arms wrapped around herself as her hips swayed to the beat silently calling him.

As they drew closer, he nodded his head towards Yuka and Shun split off from him, slipped up behind Yuka like a pro, his hands snaking seductively around her narrow waist pulling her back against his chest.

Kouga continued on his track around to Kagome and noticed as he looked up that Yuka had gone with the flow without any manner of fight, she was now looking up at him, her hips swaying against Shun's. Tearing his eyes away from hers, he stepped through a few of the guys standing behind Kagome.

For a moment he just stood there staring down at her, watching her moves, wishing that he could inhale her scent and trust that what he was smelling was really her. He reached out allowed the strands of her long black ponytail to fall through his clawed fingers and relished the soft feel of them.

He closed the distance between them, his arm slipping around her waist and pulling her back against him in one fluid motion.

She froze against him and tried to pull away from him as she attempted to turn her head in his direction, but he wouldn't let her.

She fought against him, getting angrier with each second that ticked by.

Kouga grinned and leaned down, tried to inhale the scent of her hair and cursed the bitch with the perfume for the millionth time as he leaned a little further down to the right side of her head. His mouth was so close to her ear that he could feel the little hairs tickling his lips as he whispered, “Gods, I've missed you.”

Simonkal of Inuy

The music vanished as if she'd just gone deaf, she didn't want to believe that the voice, the breath on the lobe of her ear or the hard familiar body behind her belonged to the person she thought it did.

No, not now!!

She stared at Yuka, who had her eyes closed and was grinding her butt back against the guy behind her.

Kagome swallowed as the voice whispered again, his tongue flicking out over her earlobe, “Were you hiding from me?”

Her knees wanted to buckle. She felt her body falling, as her mind started to lose the grip it had on reality…her reality.

No!!

Her body was moving, turning in his arms against her will. She didn't want to look up! She didn't want to drown again in his oceans of blue. She didn't want to inhale his scent…cologne that he'd worn from the day that she gave it to him. She didn't want…she didn't want it to be him. Not him!!

A hand below her chin tilted her head up and Kagome shook her head slowly from right to left, unwilling to believe it even as her treacherous eyes drank him in.

She took in the masculine curve of his neck, the artfully drawn lines of his jaw line, and the curve of his full lips that were parted and saying something to her that she couldn't rightfully say that she heard. Her gaze continued upward to his blue eyes that had enraptured her on too many occasions to count.

She swallowed and tried to take a step back away from him, but he held her in place like he'd done every time that she tried breaking up with him. He held her there, his eyes staring down into hers, digging into her soul, whispering unspoken things that she didn't want to hear and really didn't care to.

She swallowed hard, and then exhaled in a slow breath as his name broke free of her lips, “Kou…ga?”

He smiled at her then as if he hadn't broken her heart, as if they hadn't been apart for just over a year, and as if he wasn't married. He smiled at her, grinning that grin that melted her heart and all she could do was stand there looking up at him wondering if this was some kind of dream.

“Dance with me,” he stated more than asked and she didn't move, nod, or shake her head. She was frozen as he pulled her close again, pressed her head against his chest and began to sway his body against hers, moving them as if they were some kind of couple…two people in love.

No. A tear trickled slowly down the side of her face as her mind twisted backwards dipping into that dark room where she'd locked away all of her memories of him.

She subconsciously relaxed against him, her head leaning against his chest as the first memory twisted through her head. The two of them at dinner, laughing about something stupid the waiter had done.

Her eyes closed as the first sounds of music came back to her while her memories twisted into another; the two of them walking hand and hand through the mall, he carrying her bags while she held her drink to his mouth for him to take a sip.

Her mind faltered and twisted, moving months ahead in their relationship to a dark room, two sweaty bodies, rolled up tightly against each other. Words of love being whispered, promises being made that neither knew would not come through.

Kagome's arms closed around his back, holding him tight against her as another tear trailed down from her closed eyelids. Another memory came then, he standing with his back to her, she near tears begging him not to go, screaming at him that it wasn't what he thought and that she loved him and only him and would never love another.

It was their first fight and the first time that she'd told him…told any man that she loved him.

Another one came, forcing the other back into the closet in her mind. The two of them in a car driving somewhere-out of town for the weekend-she believed. She was leaning into the driver's seat, her head on his shoulder as she watched the road fly by around them.

Nothing mattered then, nothing mattered or would matter because he was hers, she'd wanted to believe that. He leaned down kissing her squarely on the crown of her head. She looked up then, a smile on her face and he kissed her lips slow, gentle, and endearing.

Her arms moved coming back to the area where their bodies met, and she balled her fist up in his shirt, another tear tracing the line of the others before it. It played like a movie, the two of them at his home on his couch, she wearing one his t-shirts while he laid half naked with his head in her lap. The movie, The Notebook, was playing and he was saying that it was stupid because love like that just didn't happen. She'd looked down at him and advised, “We have that kind of love.” He'd thought that over briefly before agreeing with her.

The memory faded with the song and the loss of his body against her own and she looked up at him still unwilling to believe that he was there with her, that she had been in his arms like before.

Kagome swallowed and stepped back away from him. “Not right,” she whispered to herself.

She was moving again, her hand in his. She looked up, saw Yuka and the guy ahead of them heading towards the bed that they vacated more than a few minutes earlier.

“Come on,” he told her with a sly smile over his shoulder, and she swallowed convulsively, her feet hesitantly moving forward following him. I'm forgetting someone. I'm…No…this isn't right, she told herself as she followed behind him.

“Oi, get us some drinks,” she heard Kouga tell the bouncer that was guarding the velvet rope.

Kouga stepped back pulled her forward and allowed her to pass before him. She moved lethargically as if trudging thru mud or walking on ice. She shouldn't be here with him, she knew that, but…but…

Yuka climbed up on the bed, pulling her new friend with her, and Kagome looked at her desperately begging her to look back at her, but she didn't. She needed to get away from him so she could think straight, so she could…

Her thoughts cut off at the feel of claws raking over the small of her back through the material of her shirt and she squeaked one word coming to mind, Inuyasha!

“Are you alright?” Kouga questioned concernedly.

Kagome jumped back away from him and said, “I need to go to the bathroom.” Not waiting on permission, she damn near jumped over the velvet rope, dashed down the side of the building and disappeared under the neon sign that read “Tramps”.

She didn't see the sneer on Kouga's face or see him push Yuka behind her while telling her to make this right or she wouldn't get a dime.

Kagome pushed through the door and leaned back heavily on it for a brief second, before dashing forward and dodging into one of the stalls away from prying eyes. Pulling her phone out of her bag, she hit redial and placed the phone to ear as tears once again started to pour from her eyes.

Simonkal of Inuy

Inuyasha was leaning forward, his elbows balanced on his knees as he stared at the television.

He wasn't really sure what the show was called but at 12 o'clock at night, he had to admit he found it rather interesting.

It was about the world's strongest humans. The men were doing all kind of stupid shit like picking up bricks with their dicks, and letting people punch holes through their nipples so that they could hang them from wires and shit. There was even a guy that laid down on the ground and allowed a big ass tractor trailer to run over his chest.

During that scene, he couldn't help but rub at his own chest and leaning back away from the television, because he just knew that at any moment the guys brains were going to come bursting through the top of his head.

He'd been flipping the channels, trying to get his mind off of Kagome and her friend that he couldn't help not trusting, even though he truthfully didn't have a reason not to. He'd decided that he was just jealous again because when Kagome could've been spending time with him, she was with her.

The hotel phone rang with such urgency that he jumped, cutting off his own musings. Muting the television, he picked up the cordless receiver that he'd brought out the bedroom.

“Yeah?” Sniffling greeted him and he sat up straighter, his heckles rising. “Kagome, what's wrong?”

She didn't respond, but he could hear her sobbing clearly now. “Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me.”

“I didn't know.”

“You didn't know what?” he questioned.

“I didn't know he was going to be here,” she sniffled and he swore he heard her run her hand across her nose.

“Who are you talking about?” he questioned softly already knowing the answer.

“I was dancing and he was just there, Inuyasha. I tried to push him away; I swear I did, but he wouldn't let me go. He wouldn't let me…”

“Kagome, did he hurt you?”

She was quiet for a long moment as if calming herself. “No…no he didn't, but…but I don't want to be here. I…I want to be with you. I…” She started to cry again as she finished, “I just want to be with you.” Her voice dropped a few octaves as a knocking sound echoed through the other end of the phone and she whispered desperately, “Please com…come get me, Takahashi. Come get me.”

The tone of her voice tore at him, forcing him towards the door of the hotel room. One hand on the door, he turned and stated into the phone, “Where are you? What's the name of the club?”

The phone went dead in his ear and the hanyou stared down at it for a long moment, before putting it back to his ear and shouting her name repeatedly.

She didn't answer.

He hung up, dialed her cell phone number again, but the call went straight to her voicemail.

Fear so real and devastating gripped him like the hand of fate itself. She needed him! She'd called scared out of her fucking mind and he couldn't get to her! She needed him and he had no idea where the hell she was or for how long she would be there!

It was a palpable thing, twisting through his veins, forcing his heart rate to increase! His fist tightened dangerously, the thick plastic of the phone bending under the pressure he was applying to it.

She needed him!

He dialed her number again and just like before when he'd found out that she was going out, he wanted to slit his own impetuous neck for letting her security detail go the morning after he'd claimed her. “Damn it to hell,” he hissed, his balled up fist connecting with the wall in front of him.

He stomped away from the door, the phone dropping to the floor as his clawed hands found his hair and yanked impatiently. He couldn't just stand here and do nothing. She was out there with that freak of an ex-boyfriend. She was there with him and she was scared out of her mind.

Sure, she didn't know what he was capable of but Inuyasha, he knew, and that knowledge drove him to the door and through it down to Sesshomaru and Rin's suite.

The hanyou knocked once, twice and the doors swung open. “Give me Rin's cell phone,” he told his brother.

“Why would I do some like that,” Sesshomaru questioned, leaning lazily against the door jam, his chest bare and his slacks riding low on his hips.

“Just give me her fucking cell phone,” the hanyou roared pushing past his brother and stepping into the room.

Rin was sitting on the couch with one of Sesshomaru's button downed shirts on, her knees pulled up to her chest, her cheeks flushed.

Spotting her cell on the coffee table, he bent and picked it up. Shoving it in his pocket, he ordered, “Call downstairs and have them forward my calls to your room. If Kagome calls, call me immediately. Better yet, give her your cell phone number and tell her to call me.”

“Brother?” Sesshomaru stated patiently, his hand resting on the hanyou's shoulder.

Inuyasha snarled, his fist clenching, his youkai roiling inside of him, twisting dangerously begging for some kind of release. “He has her,” was all he could manage before he tore out the room and broke into a sprint not sure where he was going, but certain of why.

If he had to check every fucking club in this twisted fucking town, he was going to.

The hanyou scaled the inner stairs quickly and wasn't surprised when he crested the roof and found his brother already standing there his shirt that Rin was previously wearing open and blowing in the breeze, his face turned away from him and staring up at the almost full moon that hung over the starless night sky.

Inuyasha came to a stop at his brother's side; he inhaled the breeze that was twisting around him forebodingly.

He growled into it threateningly, the gold slowly draining from his eyes leaving them red as a newly punctured body and remaining that way. He squatted low inhaled again and leapt off the left edge of the building to a lower roof, racing forward only one thought resonated in his mind, My mate!

Sesshomaru spared one last glance at his younger brother as he vanished into the distance before dissolving into his energy form and disappearing off the right side of the building.

They'd find her, he was sure of that, but would it be too late? Would this ex of hers realize that she was already claimed and when he did what would he do?

Simonkal of Inuy

The sound of knocking at the stall door jarred her and Kagome jumped and shrieked, her cell phone slipping from her hand and into the toilet bowl. She stared down at it helplessly as she watched the screen blank out.

She wanted Inuyasha to come and get her. She wanted him to, but how could he now when she hadn't gotten a chance to tell him where she was?

Kagome looked around the stall for something that she could stick into the bowl to pull her cell phone out, but found nothing.

Shit, she cursed silently, knowing she was not about to stick her hand into the disgusting bowl filled with piss and wads of used toilet paper. How can women be so damn nasty?

“Kagome,” Yuka called from the other side of the door, “What's up with you? Why are you acting so…so…”

Kagome was angry now. She was angry at herself for reacting the way she did to Kouga and for shedding tears for him when she knew he didn't deserve it. She was angry because she'd allowed memories to make her forget even for a moment that he'd broken her heart in the worst way, and she was pissed at herself for allowing him for even a fraction of a moment to push Inuyasha from her mind.

“Kagome!” Yuka called again, “You're spoiling all the fun!”

Kagome squared her shoulders, lifted her head and stepped forward, her hand reaching for the latch that held the door closed.

“Kagome, come on out,” Yuka stated softly.

She opened the door a crack and glanced at Yuka who was standing there smiling as if everything in the world was just perfect. She couldn't help but to wonder why she was smiling and why she didn't understand what being in such close proximity to Kouga was doing to her.

Pushing past her smiling friend, Kagome stated as she stepped up to the mirror and checked her reflection. “I'm ready to go.”

“You're what? You can't be serious,” Yuka retorted stepping up next to her.

Brushing her fingers over her hair, Kagome confirmed, “Oh, but I am and if you don't take me home now, I'll just call a cab.”

Yuka stared at her for a long moment before she intoned, “What the hell, Kagome? What is this about?”

Kagome turned to her then and hissed, “Don't fucking act like you don't know.”

Yuka stepped back. “You can't be talking about Kouga,” she stated in dismay, “You can't be serious!”

“You know what, forget it, Yuka. I'll take a cab. After all, I wouldn't expect you to understand any of this.” She pushed past Yuka towards the door of the bathroom, but stopped and spun on her heels. “You know if I didn't know you better, I would swear that you planned this all out!”

Yuka almost looked hurt, before her expression changed to one of anger. “What, because I'm not trying to kill Kouga on your behalf? That doesn't have anything to do with me. If it's over between the two of you then just let it go!”

“Just let it go?” Kagome bellowed.

“Yeah, let it go. You have another relationship, right? And you're happy, right? So let this go. Let Kouga go,” Yuka advised softly stepping towards her. “Don't let him see that he can still fluster you like this, Kagome. If you run out of here tonight and jump in a cab then that's just going to tell him that he still owns you and he always will.”

“No one owns me!”

“Then prove it to him. Sit down and have a drink with him like it's no skin off your back… One drink, Kagome and then get up and leave. We'll leave together, but don't let him run you off or freak you out like this.”

Kagome stared at her friend for a long moment. She hated to admit this but maybe Yuka was right. She knew she didn't want to be with Kouga. She didn't love him like that anymore. The memories that she'd thought about were just memories that's it, and if she were honest with herself, she would've admitted that if she took the total amount of memories she had with him and divided them into good and bad, the bad would definitely outweigh the good ones.

“So what do you say, Kagome? We walk out there, our heads held high, and we have one drink with him and his friend and then we leave.”

Kagome closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and decided, “Fine, but only one drink and with or without you, I'm leaving. I have no desire to be around him any longer than I already have!”

Not waiting on a reply from her, Kagome turned and started out the door missing the way her friend frowned at the back of her head.

Kagome stalked out the bathroom and down the narrow dark hallway. She knew she didn't owe Kouga a damn thing for the way that he left her and the manner in which he treated her the last time they saw each other. She knew she didn't, but Yuka was right if she let him think that he had any ounce of control still over her, he'd always be able to gloat even if it was only to himself.

She pushed her way through the crowd down the short walkway between the velvet rope and the dance floor and paused as she neared the area where their bed was located.

The bouncer opened the rope for her and she quickly eyed the guy who had been dancing with Yuka before turning her attention to the blue eyed devil that was posted up against the headrest of the bed as if waiting for someone to come and strip for him.

“Yeah, it happened when you were away,” the guys said, “The cops busted in here talking about how they got a tip that we were selling drugs here.”

“Really?” Kouga questioned, “I wonder why no one told me about that?” He turned his attention to her, a smile spreading over his face as she stepped up to the foot of the bed and turned, sitting down.

“Probably because we got the attorneys involved that same night and it was straightened out,” the guy told him.

“Baby girl, why are you way over there?” Kouga questioned conversationally.

Kagome bristled at the pet name, but didn't respond. Instead, her head rose and her shoulders straightened as Yuka finally walked back into the area. She shot a glance at Yuka and turned her attention back to the dance floor in front of her, not really seeing it all.

She felt the bed shift and knew that Yuka had just climbed back into it. “Did you miss me?”

“As much as humanly possible,” the man replied with chuckle and Kagome knew the only part of Yuka that he missed was her ass.

Kagome wanted to glance back and see what they were doing, but decided that perhaps it was best if she didn't.

“Here,” Kouga offered from over her shoulder. Kagome looked down at the drink that he held in his hand and thought about just knocking it away, but instead took it without thanking him.

“I ordered them while the two of you were in the bathroom,” he intoned while positioning himself so that he was sitting next to her and all too damn close. “You guys were in there for a pretty minute, is everything okay?”

Kagome glanced at him and away. Taking a sip of the drink, she rewet her parched throat and questioned snappily, “Why are you here, Kouga? What do you want?”

He laughed. “I live here. However, I should be asking you that.”

Making sure he knew that this wasn't going to be a simple conversation, Kagome snapped, “Why aren't you at home with your wife?”

She heard a gasp from behind her, but she ignored it, her eyes remaining trained on him. His expression didn't waver in any direction as if he was expecting such a question.

He looked away, his face becoming serious for a moment before he put that smile of his back into place. “Have you ever made mistake, Baby girl?” he questioned, leaning towards her. Not waiting on her to answer, he continued, “Normally, I would say that I don't make mistakes, but I made a pretty big one when I let you get away.”

Kagome gulped and took another sip of her drink. She hadn't expected him to be so straight forward. That doesn't change a goddamn thing, she told herself. Looking at any and everything with the exception of him, she stated, “What's done is done; it can't be undone.”

“What if I could undo it,” he stated softly, “What if I could undo everything.”

Was that hope in his voice? she wondered.

Kagome looked at him for a long moment wondering briefly why that question just really had no effect on her. Had he said that a few months ago or a few months after their initial break-up she would have told him to just do it; do whatever he needed to so that they could be together. But now…now all it did was disgust her.

“She's your mate, Kouga, give her a little more respect than that!” She took another long sip and swallowed wondering exactly what it was that he'd ordered for her because it was delicious.

He leaned closer to her and sniffed her and she couldn't help but to wonder why the hell everyone was sniffing her.

“Kagome, listen to me. She's not my mate. She never has been, and she never will be.”

Kagome scoffed and laughed out loud, before she hissed, “Let me guess; all of a sudden I'm your mate?”

“Well…”

She cut him off, “Save me the crap, Kouga. I've heard it all before and I really don't care to hear it again.”

“Baby girl, I know I did some fucked up shit to you, but…” He looked away from her and then back, his eyes holding so much sincerity that had she still been the person she was when he broke her heart, she would've believed him. “…but you're the best damn thing that ever happened to me. From the moment that I let that…that woman get in between us, nothing has gone right for me. I…I…”

Kagome looked away from him, her head starting to swim just a little. She closed her eyes, tried to steady herself and advised him coldly, “It honestly doesn't even matter to me anymore.” She wasn't going to fall for his lines again! Not this time, not ever again!

“Kagome?” he whispered softly as if she'd caught him off guard. He looked at her, searching her face as if he didn't know who he was looking at.

“Don't Kagome me! Did you really think that you and I could just bump into one another and I'd fall into your arms again?” Not waiting on him to answer, she finished, “Kouga, I don't want you, and I haven't wanted you for the longest time. Go home to your wife or mate or whoever. What we had is the past and that's where I intend for it to stay.”

He looked at her for a long moment without saying anything and she looked away, her stomach doing flips as the world around her or was it her head started to spin ever so slowly. Get a hold of yourself, Kagome. You just drank that fucking drink too fast, she told herself shaking her head and blinking a few time to clear the haze that was falling over her.

She downed the rest of the drink and finished as the empty glass slipped from her hand unknowingly, “Jus…Just the fact that you're here now instead of home with her tells me that I miss…missed…a big bullet.”

He grinned at her and she wondered absently if she'd just said something that was funny. Glancing around the spinning room again, Kagome closed her eyes and inhaled deeply attempting to steady herself.

Pushing to her feet, she staggered to the side almost falling, but caught herself on the post of the bed.

“Are you alright?” Kouga questioned standing up with her. He reached for her, but Kagome swatted his hand away. At least, she thought she did.

“Y…yuka…Yuka,” she wanted to say more, but damn she couldn't remember for the life of her what she wanted to say. “Ready to go,” she stated, holding onto the bedpost.

Yuka looked at her, her eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced from her to Kouga and back to her.

“Kagome, are you drunk off of two drinks?” Yuka asked her and she couldn't help but to wonder why it sounded like Yuka was talking under water.

Kagome shook her head. “Tired,” she managed softly, her head dropping of it's own accord to her breast bone. Suddenly it was just too heavy for her neck, which honestly didn't make a lick of sense to her, but the harder she tried to lift it, the heavier it got.

Yuka was at her side then, shouting her name and Kagome wanted to answer her, she really did, but for the life of her she couldn't make her lips move.

“Kagome!”

“Move,” Kouga told Yuka harshly as his hands wrapped possessively around her waist, pulling her to him.

She wanted to tell him to go away and that she'd come with Yuka so she was going to leave with her or in a cab, but her body wasn't cooperating with her. Her extremities were like noodles flopping whichever way she was moved, her tongue felt like a bloated piece of fish, and her eyes...her eyes; they were so heavy.

They shouldn't be, she realized and she tried to fight against this unnatural feeling. She tried to push it away and grasp some control back, but it was like she was nothing more than a host in her own body.

“What did you do to her?” she heard Yuka scream. “What the hell did you do to her? This wasn't part of the deal, you bastard!”

Deal? What…what deal?

“Shut the fuck up!” Kouga hissed at Yuka and she wondered who this man was that was holding her and why he would talk to Yuka like that when she was only trying to help.

“You bastard! You drugged her! I can't believe you fucking drugged her!” Yuka accused and Kagome could feel nails on her back, clawing at her clothes as if someone was trying to pull her away from Kouga.

“Call it my security plan,” he chided, and then there was a loud slapping sound and the person tugging on the back of her jacket-Yuka she figured in her haze-let go.

He…he hit her, Kagome surmised and anger boiled up inside of her. Of course, she couldn't do anything about it because her body was not her own, but oh how he was going to get it when she wasn't!! Did he say, security plan? Security plan for what?

She felt her body being shifted, the room moved around her quickly, her head falling back. He adjusted her, laying her head against his chest and it all started making sense. Everything that Yuka was accusing him of; it all started making sense.

“I'll go to the police, Kouga! I'll tell them what you did! I'll fucking tell them everything,” Kagome heard Yuka shout from somewhere behind them.

Kouga must have turned then, stomping back towards her because he leaned forward over her and hissed, “Go to them and make sure you tell them how you tricked your best-friend into coming here tonight just for a pair of ugly ass boots and a thousand dollars. Make sure you tell them that,” he hissed softly, and then he spat.

Did…did he just…just spit on her? What? Who is he? Kagome's mind slowed to a crawl, she didn't' want to believe half of what was being said around her, but how could she not when she was being carried out by the one man she never wanted to ever touch her again, and when her body felt so relaxed that she didn't have control of it anymore.

How could she not believe it? Kouga had drugged her drink…he'd drugged her and now he was kidnapping her, taking her somewhere away from her family and from…from Inuyasha. And Yuka…Yuka was the reason why she was here tonight, she was the reason why she left Inuyasha at home and come out here.

They were in this together. The both of them, my best friend and my ex... But why…why would Yuka do this? Why would Kouga do this?

Cool air hit her like the force from a high powered dryer and she wanted to shiver and turn away.

He was shifting her again and then she was in a car seat. He was leaning over her, grabbing her seatbelt and fastening it around her. Her head was heavy so heavy.

Why?

A door slammed and then another opened on the opposite side of the car and she tried to turn her head, but once again her body was asleep to her demands.

Why are you doing this?

The car started, and then the night was around them, blanketing them in a dark sheet of quiet turbulence.

Her head dropped forward from the velocity of the car and he reached out setting her head back against the seat, his nails raking slowly down the side of her cheek.

“I didn't want to do it this way, Baby girl, I really didn't, but you didn't give me any other options.”

You lying bastard! You had my drink laced before I even walked out the goddamn bathroom! Of course, you meant to do just this! You wait, Kouga, you just wait!

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it and Kagome felt internally disgusted. She wanted to yank her hand away and jump at him clawing out his eyes.

He laughed to himself and said, “You're not going to remember any of this in morning anyway, so let me tell the whole story. Some of this you might not like, but the truth is the truth, right?” She saw him wink from the corner of her eye and she growled internally and gritted her teeth.

“I've been looking for you, you see. Even had a few guys go to Tokyo looking for you. Met a friend of yours…your assistant I think.”

Sango! Oh God he did it! Sango!!

He chuckled as they slowed at a red light and leaned over and kissed her cheek. He leaned back, frowned as if he smelled something that wasn't right, but he quickly brushed whatever thought he was having away and continued, “I almost had you in Tokyo, did you know that? Well, I guess almost isn't good enough, isn't that what you always told me?” He laughed. “Anyway, Din fucked it up and ended up getting tossed out a fucking window. I know you remember that part.” He patted her knee gently. “Don't worry; I'm not upset about that.” He smiled at her and finished, “You have to remind me to thank your friend. Maybe after you come to your senses, we'll send him a thank you note. What'da ya think?”

Inside she was crying, screaming and not wanting to believe half of what she was hearing. When Inuyasha had said that he thought Kouga had something to do with this…when anyone said that he had something to do with that mess that went on in Tokyo, she'd taken up for him. Up until now, she would've bet her life that he didn't have a hand in it.

Sweat was beading up on her brow running down the dip between her breasts and trailing down her spine.

He started talking, his voice flowing like liquid velvet, but she couldn't understand a thing he was saying. It was like her ears were clogged with water, forcing her mind to drift further and further away from the present.

She tried to swim back through it…to hold on to some semblance of reality but the more she tried, the further she felt herself going into the blackness…into that eerie quiet at the back of her mind.

She struggled against it, screamed in her head, and prayed to the gods to send someone to help her…to save her.

Time dragged on or was it speeding up? Seconds were turning to minutes and minutes to hours, but she couldn't be sure of that either. All she knew was the darkness that wrapped around like the fingers of a specter, pulling her down slowly, drowning her…suffocating her and weighing heavily on her chest as if someone was standing on her breastbone forcing the life out of her slowly.

Her eyes couldn't focus on any one thing. Lights ran into one another, shapes twisted onto the other blurring in and out of focus. Her eyes closed against her will and at that moment she felt her body…her skin begin to melt like warm caramel over cold ice cream.

The epidermis fell way as if she was a snake shedding for the upcoming spring season. The dermis was the next layer to go; it floated away on a breeze that she couldn't feel, and then the last layer…the hypodermis fell away as if she had just stripped out of her clothing baring her soul for all to see.

Her heart slowed…

Her breathing grew lethargic…slow…almost nonexistent.

The ability to think…

The ability to hope…

The ability to fear…

She was gone.

Until Next Time… (Your .02 cents are greatly appreciated!! FYI: It only gets darker from here, so if there was ever a time for you to take a sedative, it would be now. You have been warned. So, keep your flames and threats to yourselves.)

Next Chapter: Tempered

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