InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If You Are Not The One ❯ Heaven's Gates Won't Open Up for Me ( Chapter 10 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

IF YOU ARE NOT THE ONE

Chapter Ten: Heaven's Gates Won't Open Up for Me

She watched steadily as droplets of sweat ran their way throughout his heated chest, his silver hair that remained braided back was thick with sticky sweat from the all around humidity as it swung from side to side, his eyes dangerously darkened and were intensely threatening to anyone who dared to look at him in the eye; he wrinkled his nose furiously and got ready to give his opponent the final blow. He would always be the one to teach them all to put their money where their mouth is and empty their pockets till they learned their places and comprehended that there was no other like him.

Inuyasha knocked him out with his last blow as he hit him square on the nose and threw him backwards, like she had suspected him to do so. His opponent's nose was most likely broken, swollen and bloody as so was all the other guys that Inuyasha had ever beaten in the past. It had always been some kind of signature that he always did before he was crowned the winner like he has mostly been for the past two years.

Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawling
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm calling
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm falling

He was once again unbeatable, the Rocky Balboa of Japan as so many called him by or Silver as others did too. Either way, no one from these lowlife streets of South Tokyo knew who he was in reality, nor did they wish to care who he was in general or what his profession was outside the boxing ring.

None knew he was richer than most men in Asia, and that he could bathe in humongous piles of cash, silver or even gold. All they simply enjoyed was watching him beat up other people who though they could take him on.

Some made bets on him, with faith that he would always win and beat them all by the end of the match. But others just wanted him to be beaten and they never lost hope on one day seeing him lose, they waited to see who would be next to come by and turn out to be better than him therefore taking his majesty off his throne.

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

This was his double life, the life outside the paperwork and stress, the other life where he let all the adrenaline in his body vastly flow through his blood vessels nonstop. In the process, letting his anger dominate and unleash the monster that desires for revenge and the thirst to beat anyone that crosses his path.

This was something he did every Friday night before getting drunk out of his mind…Just a simple leisure pursuit. He was so good at it that this could be a well paying job that he wouldn't mind doing if he had not inherited his empire in the first place. But at the same time, he knew that this life did not quite suit him.

Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm falling
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm calling
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm falling

Inuyasha looked at the crowd who cheered his name, the bells went off, and he smirked as the referee lifted his right hand in the air. Clearly indicating he had won yet another match. The people around him cheered, for this was a well won victory. He cleared his throat and eventually glanced at Sango who stood by herself in a dark corner, clapping her hands like everyone else.

He walked off the ring victorious to somewhere else in the back and when he came out again, he was fully dressed and held a hand full of money. Enough cash to get drunk till dawn and go home well pleased. It was never necessary to bring money since he would get it here and waste it here in the basement bar underneath the arena era. He had exactly won five hundred bucks tonight in just fighting one match against a guy that put up a fight yet did not stand a chance against him, no one ever did.

Hurry I'm falling

Sango looked at her surrounding and noticed that there would be another fight, one that Inuyasha would not take part of so she wondered off to where she knew that he would most likely be sulking at with a possible bear bottle in one hand a blonde or a brunette in his other.

“Ahem.” She interrupted as she saw him exactly as she had predicted. Inuyasha and a random tacky brunette in his lap both brought their attention to this new girl that looked as if she did not belong there to begin with.

Sango shook her head in disapproval knowing she had taken drastic measures in coming to a place where only Miroku and Inuyasha would think of coming, to naively drink away the little brain cells that they had left,if they still had any working properly. “Back off skank, this one is mine.” Sango boasted as she watched the brunette give her a stupid glare which Sango gladly returned as she watched her, the brunette walked away to one of the many drunken loser playing at the large rectangular pool table stationed in the middle of the small cramped basement.

Sango sat in a stool next to his. “Damn Sango, I didn't know you felt that way. I don't blame you if you find me irresistible, but then again there isn't anyone that doesn't.”

“Inu, you're incredibly delirious and delusional, you know that right? After all, I'm not just anyone and I definitely don't go for thugs like you. Besides—” She wasn't able to finish as he ended up finishing for her.

“Besides what, you like Miroku don't you?” He placed her on the spot and she wanted more than to deny all his words and to make him swallow every one of them right there and then. “Hey, where the hell is that asshole and what brings you here Sango? You never come by these parts of town…” He questioned her and she gladly agreed on changing the subject remembering the real reason why she had come here in the first place.

“He had other things to do, so he called me to come down here and take you home since you probably won't remember who you are by sunrise.”

“There's something else you want to tell me isn't there?” He eyed her as he pointed a dizzy finger at her, his eyes starting to blink as if wanting to rest permanently, but he forced them open the best he could.

“Forget it; it's pointless to talk to you when you've already been in the influence of alcohol.” She was right; she would not continue wasting her time with someone who it was impossible to reason with in these circumstances. She would later find a way to persuade him into letting her have things her way when his system was alcoholic free that is.

The strong stench that came from her friend worried her, but she knew he was no little kid and instead a fully grown adult, and that there was simply no point in yelling at him about his poor behavior. When she had arrived there, she had first hoped that he would be at least somewhat sober to begin with so that she could speak with him. Although that didn't take place, it didn't mean she wouldn't talk to him some other time.

Sighing profoundly, she grabbed the bear bottle from his hand and placed it down on the counter and grabbed him by his ribs with one hand, and then placing her free arm around his waist. All in all, he put one arm on her shoulder for extra support, and together they stood up. Sango was strong, and his weight wasn't completely crashing her down as she helped him up. He was dizzy, woozy, lightheaded and unable to walk on his own accord. Together they stumbled up the stairs, one by one as they exited the basement bar that had been filled with equally helpless dirtbags, and into the primary floor to exit through the main doors where Sango knew he had parked right outside of.

“Get me your keys.” She demanded him while extending her hand at him, still holding him as they stood in front of his car now, waiting for the keys. Inuyasha couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and nearly passed out, so she grabbed onto his waist tighter and tried searching for his keys while holding onto him using one arm securely around him.

“C'mon, where are your keys?” She asked out loud as she struggled searching but couldn't find them in any of his pockets. Inuyasha suddenly blinked his eyes open, but barely recognizing her voice and not quite catching what she had requested. Instead, he gave her a questioning look, his big golden orbs confused as they sparkled in the moonlight as it shone upon them.

Sango stared at him. “I want the keys to the car…” She mouthed out the words slowly for him to understand. He pointed a finger at his slick red and luxurious Ferrari Enzo—his 12-cylinder beauty—clearly indicating that he had foolishly forgotten his keys in the ignition again. Sango was now pissed, but remained silent not wanting to take out her anger on him. She had arrived on subway and had hoped to get a ride home with him in his sports car. “I'm too old to be babysitting you Inuyasha…” She muttered, gritting her teeth and then sighing profoundly.

He just ignored her comment, and snorted, realizing they had no ticket home. “Call my driver, he'll come and pick us up…” He suggested and she shook her head in dismay.

“Your house is in the other side of the city, I doubt he'll make it in time before we get robbed or killed in this place. I'll just call a taxi to take us to your place or we'll just have to take the bus. And on our way home, remind me to call a tow truck, to take your car home before someone steals it.”

They started off, walking down the sidewalk of the busy streets, with Sango still holding on to him. Not many taxis worked on these parts of town so instead they sat on a bus bench at the bus stop and waited for the next bus to take them to down town Tokyo. “Just call my damn driver damn it.” He hated any type of public transportation and sometimes wondered how on earth did Sango managed to travel this way every damn day, instead of hitching a ride home with him or Miroku. Well maybe not Miroku, but at least she had him.

“We don't need to; the bus here stops by every fifteen minutes. It I'll come before you know it.” She assured him but knew well that he still wasn't pleased or comfortable with the idea of going home this way. They didn't talk for a while, maybe for the first five minutes of their wait. Inuyasha was again, starting to drowse off here and there.

Sango just sat next to him thinking how in earth; he repeatedly ended up in situations like these so often, always lonely since they couldn't be watching over him every minute of their lives…no one could, even if they wanted to. Back then, he wasn't like this, not entirely. At least he had Kikyou watching over him. Although now, he had nothing and therefore, he searched for comfort in all the wrong places, like alcohol, fights, easy fucks, and arguments with everyone who tried to help him out…sometimes it seamed like there was no way he would ever get out of this gutter alone.

Tonight seamed somewhat quieter than usual, there were still cars that went by, others that honked at each other. There were also flashy signs of hotels, eating or other marketing establishments, and the many traffic lights kept blinking off and on. Plus, there were a few people that still walked by talking in the middle of the night, just admiring the city like any other would. “Hey Sango…” Inuyasha whispered, breaking the silence between the two.

Her right eyebrows rose as she glanced at him questioningly, “Yeah?”

“Do you ever feel like no matter what you do you'll never be pleased again, or regain what you once had no matter how hard you work to get it?...Do you think my life is pathetic for feeling such a fucking emptiness inside?” She was a little taken back by his many questions. This was Inuyasha, the Inuyasha that she didn't quite see a side off too often. The scared helpless little kid Inuyasha that was daily bottled inside of him and that never wanted to come out but instead preferred to hide in the cold darkness all by himself; waiting until someone would come to guide him into the light.

She gave him a big smile, and at long last shook her head no. “Your life isn't pathetic Yash, you're just lost right now and we understand that, we really do...Listen, you have a right to feel the way you do, and to feel that unfulfilling emptiness that you say you have inside. Just because once in a while you tend to show weakness, it doesn't mean that you're vulnerable or pathetic in any way. Although what's really pathetic is the way you torture yourself constantly, not letting us help you in any possible way or at least taking our many advises. I mean, even though what has unfortunately happened may already have happened, it doesn't mean you won't find a way to be who you once were. Maybe it's best if you let us help you, if you let people come closer to you and show you that there is still hope to live. Give yourself a chance and meet new people, it's time for you to let go, time for you to move on once and for all…” She finished her little political speech, taking a long deep breath.

“Amen to that…”

*************

She tried tossing and turning, she was now flipping over on her back and on her side. But no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't go back to sleep. She was partly afraid to, since she had been having the same nightmare over and over since that very same night from the club. She wasn't sure why, but every night she would wake up in the middle of the night damped in cold sweat. It scared the living daylights out of her, making her skin crawl nervously and anxiously awaiting the morning.

However, she was still allowing herself to think it wasn't anything serious to worry about, hoping to go back to sleep and awake in the morning without having to cream frightened while covered in sweat. And every night she wound up having the same exact dream without really having entered the climax of it just yet, and the fallowing night it could advance, getting more and more until the rising point. And each time, she would later silently cry herself to sleep after having to take a pill to be able to shut her eyes until dawn and knock her out. She had long ago stopped the pill nonsense, way back since Kyoto, but was now getting more and more addicted to it; she just wasn't able to stop. She just could not go to sleep without it.

She already had taken ten pills now for every day that had gone by since that night from the club; making that the total of a little bottle that she had gotten at a near by drugstore. She sat up on her bed and reached over for her purse that was on her nearest nightstand next to her bed. She didn't even have to turn on one of the lamps that were also on both either nightstands, since the moon was so luminous that it gave away light which entered through her open window. She impatiently searched for a new tiny white bottle with no prescription and that had tiny letters in Japanese, which read caution for dizziness and drowsiness for numerous hours.

She tapped the lid open and shook the bottle hoping that a tiny pink pill would fall on the palm of her hand ending her nocturnal problems. But the more she shook it the more desperate she got, the bottle was empty. There were no pills left and this was definitely not her new bottle, coming to realize that she had meticulously misplaced it, in other words lost it.

Worried and frantic, she began to panic. She had to get her nights sleep; she just couldn't go back to work tomorrow feeling like shit. Work…She sighed and laid back on the bed, this time her face to the ceiling.

It turned out she worked for the Takahashi Inuyasha.

Probably the richest guy she would ever know. At first it was hard to grasp, but the reality came rushing in as soon as he started demanded he do every single thing he asked otherwise she would be fired.

Truth was, working at the famous Takahashi Incorporations was not as easy as she had first though it out to be. If only it wasn't for Sango, Kagome would have quit days ago, perhaps since the first minute she saw those sun-kissed eyes of his. Mr. Takahashi, aka her boss. Who was nonetheless than the same guy that had those fantastic skills in bed and outside of the office. The same guy that Sango had first begged her to meet since she had first arrived, it was funny how verbal irony had its ways. His name now and then occasionally even popped up in her mind when she would least expects it to. But she would force it away, pushing it to the back of her thoughts.

Her boss wasn't exactly a horrible and strict monster like she had first imagined he would be like. Hell no, he was worse…the worst man to work for, more like a daytime-walking living nightmare but except he breathed and talked or at least creamed like everyone else. The pathetic guy yelled to her face daily, screamed if she messed up and wouldn't take no for an answer. If Mr. Takahashi wanted something, it had better be there sitting on his desk before he'd go nuts waiting for it. Like her job now every morning, was to bring the man his cup of cappuccino, which without it, he dared not lived. Because if it wasn't brought to him, he would shake the whole building if possible, well at least lately he had been behaving like an annoying and irritating bastard.

Which lead her to believe it had nothing to do with the cappuccino not finding its way to his office on time to begin with. And she was most definitely not sure what crawled up his ass every night making him act like a dickhead to everyone he addressed to, but it sure made her wonder why on earth he was so bitter.

Like every morning when she mimicked Yuka, while putting on her best cheerful and totally fake hypocrite smile she could put on, before saying: “good morning Mr. Takahashi, what can I get you? Or is there anything that you would like to be brought down to your office?” Good god how she hated starting her day like that every goddamn morning, being all polite and shit for no reason at all. And for what exactly, for him to walk on by, in return muttering something along the lines of, “Stupid receptionist, shit for brains secretary.”

She completely hated the fact that she couldn't even say something nice without him insulting her back. So maybe their first impression on each other's wasn't the best one, or maybe not even the one after that, but he sure didn't try on giving an effort to properly greet each other again or whenever they had chance to.

FLASHBACK

“You!” They both simultaneously looked utterly chocked. His guess had been that he would never see her again but was proven wrong because here she was, flesh and bones. He just kept staring at her, he couldn't help it. The woman he had slept with was a replica of his dead wife. She was gorgeous like Kikyou, if not then more so. Damn, it's her. And something tells me she didn't come back for more, he mentally told himself drinking in her every one of her characteristic features. Blue eyes…he though trying to remember if it was really her.

Kagome was breathless and embarrassed, realizing he was more attractive than ever. The only thing that was repeatedly echoing in her head was…No, not him! This can't be happening...I quit, I quit...

“Wait a minute, you twoknow each other?” Asked Sango who would constantly stared from one to the other.

“Yea—I mean no…” Kagome wasn't sure if it was the right time to tell Sango that she had slept with her best friend or if he would for her. Inuyasha just glared and so Kagome glared back. How dare he look at me like that! Kagome's mind was racing.

“Okay…I'm clueless; do you two know each other or am I missing something here?" Sango sure as hell did not like the way both started and yet glowered at each other. Inuyasha was surprised when he had heard her response to Sango's question.

Why the fuck does she look so much like Kikyou? What kind of sick joke is this?

Kagome had no doubts, this was him. The same guy that gave her the greatest night-stand of her life yet now felt so belittled by his impulsive looks, his eyes hardening to the core. Inuyasha didn't know what to think anymore, just by looking at her, she was just like Kikyou yet simultaneously nothing like her. “Well?” Sango pressured them, their eyes still fixed on each other's eyes not able to look away willingly.

Inuyasha only stared, stunned to say the least. "No." He never thought he would come across her again.

"Never seen him in my life." Kagome lied and blushed as the blood reached her pale cheeks. Just the thought him gave her goose bumps.

FLASHBACK ENDS

Kagome shook the memory away deciding that there was no point in remembering something so pointless and stupid. She sat up once again, this time she got up from the edge of the bed and slipped on her slippers and grabbed her robe as she walked out from her room into the one across the hall. As she walked in and tied her robe, she observed her surroundings. Yep, it was definitely Sango's bedroom.

Everything there screamed her name and though it was smaller, she quickly understood why she had preferred it over Kagome's. The room just had a pleasant vive about it; everything neatly placed where it went and how it did. Instantly, she recalled why she had invaded it in the first place and vastly searched for what she needed desperately. Not really wanting to raid what was not hers, Kagome tried to be discreet and looked more than touched for the only remedy that could knock her out. She opened a drawer on her large wooden dresser, but although she tried her best to think of where the pills she needed could be, she just could not find them.

She gave up and sighed while walking right out and into the bathroom, down the hall from both bedrooms, searching for a spear bottle of pills. It was obvious that the pills would be there, but thinking that Sango was somewhat like her, she had gone into her room first to see if she would have hers in there like Kagome did in her bedroom. Once she walked into the purple floral designed bathroom, she looked at the mirror cabinet and opened it. So there they were, the small container sat here among other prescription pills and she took hold of it knowing it would all be over soon. Morning would not cease to come any longer, it would be there knocking on her window first thing after sunrise, and she would make sure to be there to welcome a new day.

Picking one out after closing the little bottle and deciding to take it back to her room, she swallowed it, her hand a tad bit shaky. Once she was done, she once again walked back in her room, kicking off her slippers and walking right over to her bed without bothering to take off her robe as she did. When she finally lay down, she held on to the pill bottle pretty hard in her right hand, forming a fist and forcing her knuckles to turn white as she squeezed. “I hate you…and I know I'm everything but crazy, it's just that-that…” She mumbled knowing it was partly okay to talk to herself since Sango wasn't home yet.

“I hate you…”She whispered again, her eyes all of a sudden all watery, “It's your fault I am what I am, why did you have to betray me…I hate you yet I love you so much…” She finished muttering, a single tear escaped from her eyes, strolling its way down her colorless cheeks leaving behind a moist salty trail, like one of a rain droplet on the windowpane on a stormy day. She urged to lick her dry lips but the drowsiness was now too overwhelming.

Her eyes slowly fluttered closed, the fist that held the tiny bottle opened as it slowly realized it, finger by finger unstitching one by one, the tiny container was finally released from her hand as her fingers slowly opened and it fell to the floor bouncing and rolling as it settled. Darkness took over all her senses entirely…too late to undo what was now done.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO. I REPEAT...THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME WHATSOEVER, ONLY TO THE VERY TALENTED MISS RUMIKO TAKAHASHI.