InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hello Daddy! ❯ Sorry, I Forgot ( Chapter 4 )

Hello Daddy!

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. All rights Belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

 

 

A/N: AU. Thank you thank you thank you thank you! You guys are the best, seriously! I'm sorry for those of you who are baby-sitting as well. Kids these days. =] I know characters are OCC. And sorry if the story seems a little rushed and confusing. I really want to get to the good stuff, but if you guys like those small little details, please tell me so. And I know everyone has lots of questions but don't worry, I have an explanation for it promise! Once again, thank you! You're reviews are highly appreciative! Much love! Tiny lime children beware.

 

 

Chapter 4 - Sorry, I Forgot

 

 

He pinned her down in the intoxicating atmosphere she created for him as he pulled his shirt over his head. Her hands quickly snaked their way around his neck, pulling and coaxing him towards her. He'd have to cut his balls off if he denied the sexiness she showered him in as she pressed her forehead against his, her tongue licking her moist lips to tease him. Her face was a blur to him, but something about her spicy scent sent his body to the edge. He could hear her beating heart match his own, both knowing well what would transpire between them if they continued, yet neither backed down.

 

 

Closing the small gap among them, Inuyasha pressed his fervent lips against hers, barely satisfying his appetite. He needed more than just the feel of her body allowing him to victimize her, but he desperately wanted the taste of her hidden beauty, the smell of her seductive tang, to see her display herself to him without introversion and to hear her scream his name in a way that would shame is mother. That would not be accomplished with something as simple as a kiss.

 

 

Parting her lips with his scorching tongue, he plunged in greedily, tasting, sucking, anything that came his way. She, complying with his machismo, let him in, darting her tongue in with the same amount of ardor. It was magic; their tongues dancing in a never-ending battle, forgetting everything else existing at that moment. Breaking their tongue twisted fight; she hotly pressed her hands on his chest, trailing them down until they rested on his perfectly formed abs.

 

 

“Do you know how hot you look Takahashi?” she whispered in his ears, giving a satisfactory nip at them as a pleasant jolt shot directly down his spine to his aching manhood.

 

 

“No,” he uttered in a low moan, liking the way her hands were caressing him so, “but, I know someone whose way hotter,” he taunted. He kissed her again, this time, much more slowly and more passionately than before making sure to brand her flavor in his mind forever.

 

 

With a quick flick of his finger, the buttons of her shirt flew across the room as her cheap excuse of a blouse slipped from her shoulders.

 

 

“Inuyasha!” she gasped before he unpredictably lifted her up in a sitting position and tossed the annoying piece of clothing on the ground.

 

 

“Don't worry wench,” he pecked at her angry lips, “I'll buy you something sexier.” This got a snort out of her as she yanked his two silver forelocks.

 

 

“Don't lie,” she spoke softly and suggestively in his ear, leaving Inuyasha to stare at the bra that held her bountiful breasts. He frowned. What was it with women and wearing so many damn layers of clothing? If he had to decide, women would just run around naked, well, at least some of them.

 

 

Unfastening the black lace bra, her long soft black locks framing the rounded mounds, Inuyasha nearly drooled. They were perfect. Round, tight, and he didn't miss the rosy nipples that smiled at him happily.

 

 

Ceasing a hold of her neck, he licked the underside of her jaw before trailing a line of hot kisses down her throat, grasping one of her breasts ever so gently. She moaned in pleasure grinding her hips against his riding stick tempting him to death as he felt the hardening of her nipples against his chest. Inuyasha fought back a groan.

 

 

She was hot and he could tell.

 

 

“Wench, you're not making this simple,” he shuddered at her continual pattern, grinding on top of him as he pulled away for a second.

 

 

“I.. I can't help it… Mr. Something,” she breathlessly replied, eyes innocent. Inuyasha paled.

 

 

`Mr. Something? What the fuck!' His head shouted.

 

 

“Mr. Something,” the voice continued in with sweetness, almost child like, “Mr. Something...”

 

 

“Mr. Something,” Keishi whimpered a little louder, standing at the edge of the bed, tears dripping from his tiny face.

 

 

Inuyasha woke with a cold sweat. What the hell kind of dream was that? He cursed. Tiredly, he turned his attention to the crying boy, but felt thin arms wrapped against his body tightly, fragments of his dream resurfacing. Beside him, Kagome slept soundly, gripping him tighter as he tried to get up. He would have indulged himself in it if not for the other Higurashi in the room.

 

 

Grudgingly, Inuyasha pulled away from Kagome, tucking her in slowly. He could see the scowl mar her face seeming as her source of heat was leaving the confines of her bed. He kissed her forehead tenderly amazed at his bold action despite the tearful boy standing in the dark. Instantly, she went back into a state of bliss and looked peaceful, nothing that Inuyasha possibly would ever lay eyes on again. He wanted her to stay like that forever.

 

 

Stepping from the warmth of her bed, Inuyasha gathered the small child up and slipped out of the room silently. He made sure to tuck in the boy's soft blanket and tiny stuffed bear under his arm as they walked back into Keishi's room.

 

 

“What's the matter pup?” Inuyasha asked. Keishi sniffled, his arms wrapped around Inuyasha's neck as he rested his cheek on the shoulder.

 

 

“Bad… da-weam,” Keishi hiccupped, slowly stopping his tears.

 

 

Inuyasha rubbed his back, “It's okay, pup. Everyone has bad dreams. Even I do,” Inuyasha assured as they entered the room. His eyes quickly spotted the digital clock at the table. It apparently was three in the morning. Inuyasha sighed dejectedly. He should have gone home hours ago.

 

 

Despite the time of day, Inuyasha rested on the large comfy racecar bed, splayed on his back while trying to coax the boy into relaxing and letting go, but Keishi's grip was firm and he was going to stay put. Giving in, Inuyasha continued his gentle back rub, trying to soothe the boy's upset mood. When he was younger, his mother would comfort him this way while rubbing his ears, but there was no way Inuyasha would be rubbing another hanyou's ears. Ears were definitely off limits!

 

 

Keishi snuggled closer into Inuyasha, much so like Kagome and so close to him, Inuyasha couldn't help but take a whiff of the boy. He smelled so much like Kagome, the thought of the other mingling scent not once crossing his mind. Keishi sniffled, bringing Inuyasha back to his right mind set.

 

 

“So, wanna tell what happened in your dream?” Inuyasha asked cautiously, not really expecting an answer.

 

 

Keishi cleared his throat, “Mama… sad.”

 

 

Inuyasha didn't miss the new batch of tears leak onto his shirt while the child fisted his hands.

 

 

“Why was you're mama sad?” Inuyasha wondered with curiosity. He didn't remember smelling any sadness from Kagome.

 

 

“Daddy… daddy make mama sad,” he whimpered miserably, biting his tongue to keep the dream from flashing in his three year old mind.

 

 

Kagome sat wretchedly at the front door, slamming it in front of a stranger Keishi felt as a father. He watched from the corner of the hallway as his lovely mother shed hurtful tears that hurt him more than it did her. His mama never cried in front of him before, but now he knew why.

 

 

He knew he should have just ignored what he saw and head to his room, but he couldn't help but walk in her direction. He needed to comfort her breaking aura. It was suffocating him, like drowning in an ocean. Wrapping his arms around her quaking body, Keishi sucked in his cheeks to stop his crying. He would not cry for his mama, he'd be brave, much braver than he ever should have.

 

 

“Mama, no cry,” he tried to soothe, pulling her close as she entangled her arms around him.

 

 

“Sorry baby,” she stuttered, tears splashing down her face, “Mama's so sorry,” she repeated, each word stabbing his heart.

 

 

“No cry mama,” his voice faltering as he gripped her tighter. Kagome lifted her face and brushed his tears away, wiping away her own as well.

 

 

“Okay,” she said reassuringly, hiccups still prevalent, “But… mama can't give you a daddy… I'm sorry…”

 

 

And Keishi had woken from that nightmare.

 

 

“I hate daddy, I hate daddy, I hate daddy!” Keishi cried out, pounding his fists on Inuyasha's chest. It went on for another five minutes, before the pup tired himself out and fell softly back onto Inuyasha's chest, hiccups and all.

 

 

Inuyasha tried not to be angry at the mysterious father who had abandoned them so, enough to give the poor child such a terrible nightmare. It ticked him off. When I find the bastard, I swear I'll give him hell! Inuyasha told himself. All his life, he'd thought he'd been the only to understand the feeling of having no father, a feeling that gnawed at his insides for years without end, yet here was a child of just three, already feeling the pain he wished no one would ever know.

 

 

“Don't worry pup,” Inuyasha whispered in his ear, “When I find who you're pops is, I'm gonna get him good!” Inuyasha waited for some kind of response, but it seemed his steady heartbeat had lulled the boy back to sleep. Tightening his arms around the boy, Inuyasha gave a gentle tweak to the pup's ear. For some reason, holding Keishi in his arms felt so damn right.

 

 

He lied there, staring at the decorated ceiling; awake and contemplating upon Keishi's dream. It just didn't' sit right with him that some idiot would think Kagome wasn't good enough. A nasty gut wrenching feeling developed in his stomach. The beautiful woman that slept a room away, Inuyasha couldn't help but wonder how she had gotten involved with such a jerk. Last he remembered she was smart, shy and very responsible, never got in any trouble, tried to stay away from the fame of her cousin, and all in all, a very quiet down to earth person. So how had some asshole of a demon gotten into her pants?

 

 

Inuyasha growled.

 

 

The small lump on his chest had begun to stir when Inuyasha realized how his growling was getting out of hand. Patting the pup's back, Keishi instantly went back to his slumber. Inuyasha observed the small boy a little longer, his features, his movements, everything. Keishi's little face was smashed against Inuyasha's broad chest, his arms and legs stretched about him, and Inuyasha thought he saw a smile form. There was no denying it, but the boy was dang cute. Inuyasha grinned.

 

 

Of course he got his looks from his mama, he commented, smirking to himself. It brought back a load of memories for Inuyasha, how he met Kagome again after they had lost contact since childhood. He couldn't help but suppress a laugh.

 

 

He had been twelve years old when he moved away from the small town he knew and into Tokyo with his half-brother Sesshoumaru. When his mother passed away five years ago, Sesshoumaru, at the young age of sixteen had taken over and Takahashi Corporations moved to the cities.

 

 

Now, a young man of eighteen, Inuyasha was soon to take over half the business.

 

 

Sitting at the noodle shop that had become a second home for him, Inuyasha waited for his girlfriend and the surprise she had waiting for him. So much for a surprise if he already was expecting something.

 

 

Looking ahead in the menu he already memorized, two warm familiar hands found themselves around his eyes.

 

 

“Guess who?” The voice squealed in delight.

 

 

Inuyasha recognized that voice anywhere, “I don't know,” he played dumbly, “Is that you Kikyo?”

 

 

“No Yashie,” she replied with his nickname, giggling to herself.

 

 

Inuyasha quickly pulled the hands away from his face and there sat Kikyo straight ahead of him, laughing brightly. He knew he heard her voice, but if she sat across from him, then who was behind…

 

 

Turning around quickly, Inuyasha lost his breath.

 

 

“Ka… Kagome?” Inuyasha heard himself pathetically say. She gave him one of her dashing smiles, making him shiver. Her hair wasn't the short boy cut anymore, but much longer, past her shoulders. And her eyes, twinkled with a warm hazel brown, a hint of honey that had Inuyasha speechless. All in all, the Kagome Higurashi that he once knew was now a woman.

 

 

Kikyo giggled in the background.

 

 

“Didn't I tell you I had a surprise Yashie!” Kikyo reminded, getting up from her chair and pulling him up with her.

 

 

“Hi… Inuyasha,” Kagome said, suddenly shy. She timidly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her bottom lip. She hadn't seen him since she was nine years old, and the hanyou she remembered was a boy and skinny as ever, but standing in front of her was a man, toned in every way, handsome… and her cousin's boyfriend.

 

 

“Hi yourself,” Inuyasha smiled brightly, causing a slight blush to form on her face. Kikyo noticed.

 

 

“Inuyasha, be nice, you're making her all shy,” Kikyo slapped him playfully before giving him a quick peck on the lips. Kagome stood there awkwardly, ignoring the scene in front of her. She seated herself across the couple and the two followed suit.

 

 

“What brings you to Tokyo?” Inuyasha questioned, staring at the Kagome who had been his best friend as a child.

 

 

It was a wonder how he happened to meet Kikyo in Tokyo a year ago, only to find out that she was none other than the blood relative of Kagome. Fate, the funny things they threw at him.

 

 

“Actually—” Kagome began, but Kikyo cut her off abruptly.

 

 

“My genius cousin here,” Kikyo pointed out, “Has been accepted to Tokyo's medical school starting this fall!” she exclaimed, making Kagome more embarrassed. If Kagome ever wanted to hide her nerdiness, she wanted it now.

 

 

“Wha… What?” Inuyasha was speechless, the water he had just sipped almost spilling from his lips, “But… you're like fifteen aren't you?” Kagome nodded, eyes cast down.

 

 

“That's why I said she's my genius cousin!” Kikyo clapped happily, “So, how about we celebrate tonight! To Kagome!” Kikyo cheered. Inuyasha chuckled at Kikyo's enthusiasm seeming as it made Kagome squirm in her seat.

 

 

“All right! To Kagome!” he cheered even louder. Kagome sank lower in her seat.

 

 

Two and a half years had passed since Kagome's arrival to Tokyo. In such a short time, Kikyo had become Japan's number one model and Inuyasha, Kikyo's man and Takahashi Corporations trump card. Despite the busy schedules of the three, they continued to spend time together, always a happy trio. Nothing would ever come between them, nothing… except for the wavering feelings of a certain hanyou.

 

 

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Kagome stretched her arms high, breathing in a deep yawn. Wiping the weariness from her eyes, she smiled happily. She probably had the best sleep in her whole entire life. A nice dream, no waking, and no… Keishi? Looking around her bed, there really was no sign of her son. Usually, after she put him to sleep, he would always crawl his way into her bed later that night, yet there was no sign of him. Panicked, Kagome scurried off the bed and into the next room.

 

 

She pressed the door open, midway in calling Keishi's name, but somehow stopped herself at the sight before her. Kagome swallowed a lump in her throat.

 

 

Her heart pounded in her ears, her palms sweaty and stiff. Walking towards the bed, she had to blink twice. There was no way that that was Inuyasha, looking a bit discomforted, but still sleeping soundly with her son. Once she reached the edge, she bent down, on her knees, lightly brushing Inuyasha's bangs.

 

 

Kami! Kagome's blood rushed faster. It really is him. She pulled her hand back, feeling like a teenage girl again.

 

 

This was not happening.

 

 

Now that she remembered, she had fallen asleep during the movie, but she had woken up in her bed…

 

 

At least it explained why Keishi never came to her bed. Sighing sadly, Kagome slowly made her way out of the room.

 

 

Before shutting the door, she gave one more glance in their direction. A deep and rotting pain that resided inside her very soul stabbed at her. Her precious son, all he ever wanted was a father, and she denied him one. Last year, she remembered the question her son asked during his birthday, Who dada? And it killed her, like a piece of her soul dying slowly each time, yet this year, that question had yet to pop up.

 

 

Just for the moment, while her son hugged the grown hanyou so intimately, she'd let him have his time, the answer to his curious question.

 

 

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Inuyasha's nose wrinkled on its accord capturing the one scent he knew by heart and loved in his life.

 

 

Ramen.

 

 

Stretching lazily, he remembered a small weight that had taken his place upon his chest and chuckled. Rubbing the boy's head, he got a reaction.

 

 

Keishi tiredly popped his head up, wrinkled his nose, his eyes still sleepy, but dropped off the bed onto the ground. Following the scent he recognized, his tiny feet led him to the door before he stopped and opened those orbs wide and fully awake.

 

 

“RAMEN!” he shouted, leaving Inuyasha behind and chuckling. All his life, Inuyasha never imagined anyone loving ramen more than him. Obviously he stood corrected. Following the pup's lead, Inuyasha sauntered down to the kitchen.

 

 

Upon entrance, he could see the boy sitting and digging into a bowl of ramen already, but that was not what caught his attention. Standing with her back towards him, Inuyasha couldn't help but let a small groan escape him. Kagome, wearing a large grey shirt with one shoulder exposed, a pair of white short shorts that were barely visibly and her hair held in a messy bun, loose strands everywhere, was basically the epitome of sexiness in his golden orbs. Inuyasha swallowed. All the sudden, ramen didn't seem so appetizing.

 

 

“Oh, Inuyasha!” Kagome turned around, holding onto a large bowl, one that probably was for him. “Here, have some ramen.”

 

 

He took it politely, looking away and gave thanks before seating himself across the table from Keishi. Looking into the bowl, Inuyasha's mouth nearly watered. Pork, beef, chicken, egg, vegetables, fresh home-made noodles and broth. He took one giant sniff of it and grinned like a child. Goodness, how did he ever forget Kagome made such delicious ramen? Sure she'd made it once or twice for him years ago, but never did it look so tasty in his life.

 

 

Inuyasha hesitantly took a bite and a contour of emotions fixated themselves on his face. The broth was just the right temperature, the noodles soft but there was still room for slurp, and the meat and vegetables… fresh. Trying not to look so rude, Inuyasha couldn't help but inhale the bowl within seconds, much like he had seen Keishi do. Wiping his lips on the napkin, Inuyasha hadn't realized the two pair of happy eyes that set themselves on him.

 

 

“Was it that good Inuyasha?” Kagome teased gently, setting her own bowl down and another for Keishi. The boy grinned widely as well.

 

 

“Yeah,” he replied sheepishly. Damn, did he want another bowl. And, as if she read his mind, she passed her bowl in his direction, taking the empty one.

 

 

“Here,” she gave him a smile. “You looked like you'd eat the table.” Inuyasha blushed furiously. Did he really look like that?

 

 

“Are… are you sure?” his voice was quiet and serene, staring at the steaming bowl. It really was tempting.

 

 

“Of course,” Kagome answered, walking back to the sink to make her another one, “Don't tell me you're still eating plastic ramen Inuyasha?”

 

 

Mouth full and eager, “Ye..ah,” he said without shame. Even though he could probably afford the best chef to make him fresh home made ramen, he had to admit that the little dry packaged square noodles were just more convenient and not so time consuming. Seriously, three minutes? Nothing could beat that.

 

 

Coming back to the table, Kagome had to stifle a laugh. Keishi and Inuyasha ate so much alike, especially when it came to ramen. She ate her noodles slowly, savoring the flavor. If it had not been for Keishi's acquired taste in ramen, she probably would never make it again. It just reminded her of things she'd rather let go.

 

 

“Mama,” Keishi's voice ended her tormenting thoughts. “You look pritty today!”

 

 

Kagome laughed, “Just today?” she watched him automatically go into guilt before he respond.

 

 

“No, ever-weeday! Right Mr. Something?” Keishi turned his question to Inuyasha who choked on the last bite he had just put in his mouth.

 

 

How the hell do I answer that? Inuyasha was silent, trying to think up a way to avoid it. If he said she wasn't, he'd be lying, but if he said she was, she'd probably freak out at him. Running the possibilities in his head, the ringing of her house phone broke his concentration.

 

 

“I'll get that.” Kagome stood, rushing towards the living room where the phone was kept. Inuyasha sighed. At least for now, he was safe, which reminded him, his cell phone.

 

 

Pulling the small thing out of his pocket, Inuyasha cursed silently. Forty three missed calls from none other than the Sesshoumaru. Fuck. Inuyasha groaned, remembering that yesterday had been the big meeting. Big meaning, it would either make or break the relationship they had with the world's largest oil company and he had forgotten. In a panic, he quickly dialed Sesshoumaru only to come up with the voice mail box. In that moment, he knew he was in deep shit.

 

 

Suddenly getting out of his chair, it startled the pup still sitting.

 

 

“Mr. Something?” Keishi asked cautiously, smelling the anxiety that Inuyasha poured out.

 

 

“Sorry pup,” Inuyasha came to his side and helped him from the booster seat, “I gotta go now.”

 

 

Keishi yanked on his pants, “Why? Becuz Keishi bad boy?”

 

 

Inuyasha saw the look of desperation in the boy's eye. He really wanted to stay and talk to Kagome for a while and play with the pup, but he really needed to talk with Sesshoumaru. Picking the boy up, Inuyasha ruffled his hair, and gently rubbed both of the boy's ears for good measure.

 

 

“No, Keishi is a good boy, but Mr. Something did something bad, so I need to go. I'll play with you again sometime.”

 

 

They stared at each other for a bit, before Keishi nodded.

 

 

“Okay. Praw-miss?” His lip trembled, holding in the tears that begged to fall, but Inuyasha nodded. Setting the boy on the ground, Inuyasha rushed out of the room and into Kagome, who had just finished talking.

 

 

“Sorry,” he apologized quickly, balancing her. “I know it's sudden, but something came up.” Inuyasha saw her confused look, but she gave him an understanding nod.

 

 

“Uh, thanks for everything yesterday,” he uttered shyly, looking nowhere in particular. Damn him for not being more courageous.

 

 

“It's no problem,” she said with her friendly smile. “Oh, wait,” she quickly went to the table and scribbled down two numbers before handing them to him.

 

 

“Here, uh, the top one is the house phone, and the bottom is my cell. Feel free to call me for anything all right?” she gave him an encouraging smile, and he took it with good feeling.

 

 

“Yeah,” Inuyasha's voice was just a whisper to him. Pulling her in for a hug, Inuyasha felt her arms wrap around his ribs. Kami, he did not want to let her go. Halfheartedly, he released her, letting her aura wash over him one more time. Boy did he need that.

 

 

“Uh, I'll see you around then,” Inuyasha said, before bending on his knees and hugging the small kid behind her. “And I'll see you again Keishi.” The boy nodded happily.

 

 

Walking through the door, Inuyasha turned around one more time, waving them goodbye, but it wasn't a goodbye. He'd see them again, he just knew it.

 

 

Seated in his car and ready to roll, Inuyasha glanced down at the folded piece of paper. Bringing it to his nose, his heart skipped a beat. It smelled just like her, reminding him of the taste and feel of her sweet lips, a smile grazed his face.

 

 

With a full blast of new energy and strength, Inuyasha turned the engine on and headed towards doom.

 

 

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Sesshoumaru sat in his office within his mansion on a lovely Saturday morning. Frustrated didn't even begin to explain the ill feeling he had towards Inuyasha at that moment. Why, his conniving little half-brother was going to get it when he arrived, and Sesshoumaru would make sure of that. Drumming his fingers on the large oak desk, Sesshoumaru patiently waited for the arrival of a hanyou. A dead one soon.

 

 

Rubbing his throbbing temples, there was a knock at the door.

 

 

“Come in,” his calm voice commanded. Slowly the door opened to show the one and only person who had learned to tame his heart and could make his aggravation dissipate with her mere presence.

 

 

“I brought you tea Sesshoumaru-sama,” the small figure said timidly, setting the platter on a side desk and pouring it quietly. Sesshoumaru observed, her long black hair and brown eyes, along with her petite body that was slowly growing, she was his.

 

 

Standing on his feet, he went behind her and wrapped his arms around her. It didn't surprise her, as she put the cup down and let him embrace her. Inhaling her pure exotic scent, Sesshoumaru felt the monster inside him die slowly. It was only her who would ever make him feel the things he did, the things he didn't deserve to, but he did anyways. Spinning her around gently, Sesshoumaru picked her up, cradling her small form in his arms as he made his way back to his desk.

 

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama, are still angry at Inuyasha?” she inquired, cupping his cheeks after they had settled.

 

 

“Do not speak of that hanyou in my presence Rin. It sickens me,” his voice thick with rage, but Rin brush passed that.

 

 

Courageously, she pulled herself up to plant her lips against his, warming him instantly. He instinctively hugged her closer, dominating the kiss she had initiated, and she let him. Sitting in his arms, kissing him playfully, Rin didn't want to let go, but Sesshoumaru pulled away to give her some air.

 

 

“Do you want to suffocate our pup?” He questioned, though not angry, and she pecked him on the lips before rubbing the growing bulge of her stomach, already eight months. The baby was due soon.

 

 

“Never Sesshoumaru-sama,” Rin gave him another hug, and he opened himself to her. About to pull her in for another round of loving kisses, Inuyasha burst into the room unannounced.

 

 

“Sorry, was I interrupting?”

 

 

Sesshoumaru growled at his insolent brother before setting his mate on the ground. She quickly went to poor the tea, gave Inuyasha a warm welcoming hug, which Sesshoumaru growled at, before she went on her way.

 

 

“Insolent whelp,” The demon hissed, staring Inuyasha down after Rin had shut the door.

 

 

“Bastard,” Inuyasha retorted with the same amount of hate, “I don't see what a nice girl like her sees in you, you cold ass sonofabitch.”

 

 

Sesshoumaru made no heed to Inuyasha's insults as both men seated themselves.

 

 

“Explain yourself.” Sesshoumaru spoke with fury, and Inuyasha didn't miss the pure contempt that glowed from his brother's eyes.

 

 

“Things happened and I forgot,” Inuyasha replied, knowing his lame excuse was not going to be taken as an apology for yesterday.

 

 

“You forgot?” Sesshoumaru said in disbelief, “Inuyasha, you forget to wash your hands, or floss your teeth, even wash behind your ears, but you don't forget a meeting so big that it could change the way Takahashi Corporations will run in the future.” Sesshoumaru didn't raise his voice, but the venom that leaked from every single word made up for it.

 

 

“Yeah, so I fucked up. I'm fucking sorry! Is that what you want to hear?” Inuyasha yelled back, “You don't fucking understand what I went through yesterday so don't fucking talk to me like you do!” Inuyasha stood from his seat and was about to storm out of the room, but Sesshoumaru's stoic voice returned.

 

 

“You did more than mess up Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru said calmly, paying absolutely no attention to the second half of Inuyasha's ramblings, “Waiting for your arrival was hell Inuyasha, and let me remind you, it will never happen again,” Sesshoumaru sipped his tea, “But, we got lucky, after being delayed half an hour, the CEO of the oil company suddenly got stomach pains and was rushed to the hospital. The meeting was cancelled, and you have a chance to redeem yourself next week.”

 

 

Sometime during the little lecture, Inuyasha had found a seat and listened half-heartedly.

 

 

“So, what the hell do I gotta do now?” Inuyasha sat impatiently.

 

 

“Next week Friday, the CEO will be holding a charity function. You will attend and get in his good favor after your screw up. Mess this chance up Inuyasha, and you will regret it.” Sesshoumaru threatened.

 

 

“Yeah, yeah. Talk to the old bastard and send him gifts. Got it. It'll be a piece of cake,” Inuyasha muttered, already on his way out, “Speaking of which,” Inuyasha turned around, “Why the hell ain't you going?” Inuyasha had been wondering. Sesshoumaru shook his head.

 

 

“Only bachelors and bachelorettes were invited to that stupid charity function. Lucky for us, you are the perfect candidate.”

 

 

Inuyasha didn't miss the pure joy that slipped from his elder brother's mouth.

 

 

“After all, I happened to see the news last night and they mentioned the split of -” Sesshoumaru dodged the cup of tea Inuyasha had thrown at him. How predictable.

 

 

“That's none of your fucking business,” Inuyasha hissed, fisting his hands at his sides. Kikyo was Inuyasha's business, and Sesshoumaru could just crawl up an ass and die for all he cared before he explained himself to that prick of a brother of his.

 

 

“Nothing's ever my business when it comes to you Inuyasha, but I can't help but smell the reek of a different human on your clothing. If I might recall, her name was Higurashi, Kagome Higurashi.”

 

 

Inuyasha's fists pounded on the desk in front of Sesshoumaru. Oh, so it was. What a change of temper. Sesshoumaru sneered to himself remembering the time four years ago and the secret he had promised to keep for Kagome. He wasn't one to keep secrets, nor even listen to them, but it pertained to his half assed brother, so why the hell not?

 

 

“Shut the hell up. You don't know what you're talking about,” Inuyasha had to dig his claws into his hands to not rip off Sesshoumaru's head. What the hell was he angry for?

 

 

“What I know and what I don't know, it does not matter to you.” Sesshoumaru didn't even blink, when Inuyasha tossed another inanimate object at him.

 

 

“Well you know what! I ain't going to fucking talk to you anymore.” Inuyasha angrily spat, retreating for the door and his exit. Sesshoumaru could clearly hear the word bastard leave Inuyasha's mouth and for that one quick moment the corner of his mouth turned into a curve.

 

 

So… Sesshoumaru smirked, `he has met his son.

 

 

 

A/N: Yeah! Chapter four is DONE!!!! I hope everyone had a safe Fourth of July and only four more chapters left probably, unless I decide to extend it, but I highly doubt it. Thanks for all your love and support! I hope to see and hear from everyone in the next chapter!!!

 

 

Typos, I hate them. And I caught a few after re-reading, but no matter how many times I do, I always find them… Grr. Still, I'm a happy camper!

 

 

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