InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Impoverished Heir ❯ Powers Surfacing ( Chapter 14 )

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“Impoverished Heir” chapter fourteen

Powers Surfacing

 

 

Sango looked around at the shrine as Miroku lead her along by the hand. It was late and the grounds were closed, but Miroku fished out a key ring and worked the front gate open. A few lone lamps lit the courtyard and leaves crunched beneath their sandals.

“Oh, easy now,” Miroku said softly. He helped Sango hop across a small pile of leaves and smiled as she beamed in thanks. She came to his side, her head level with his broad shoulder and leaned near him. Miroku smiled and clasped her waist in his hand. They moved towards the house on the property and the lights within.

“Mom? Dad? We're here!” Miroku called. Sango stepped out of her sandals at the entryway and followed her lover down the hallway.

“So you finally made it. Let me take a look at you,” Miroku's mother said. A short woman with graying hair and glasses made her way from the kitchen, beaming. Sango had always liked Miroku's mother. She was a gracious polite woman who eased her heart during Miroku's flings and assured Sango of her chances with her intended. Miroku smiled and embraced his mother.

“So you finally decided to go after what I've been telling you all along,” she said sternly. Miroku blushed and rubbed his neck with his fist. His beads jangled with the movement.

“Things finally came into place,” Miroku confessed. Sango smiled coyly but bowed to Mrs. Hoshi.

“It's good to see you again dear,” the older woman said. Sango smiled and let her embrace her in turn.

“You too, ma'am.”

“Where's Dad?” Miroku asked.

“He's in the temple, Miroku. Why don't you and Sango-chan go say hello?” Mrs. Hoshi yawned. “You can stay in your old bedroom.”

“Thanks, Mom….” Miroku said but Mrs. Hoshi stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Just no funny business. I know how your teenage years went,” she remarked in a huff. Sango tried not to laugh at the funny look on her boyfriend's face.

“Okay, I get you…” Miroku muttered. Sango tugged on his arm.

“Come on, let's go say a prayer,” she said. Miroku walked out to the large shrine outside. The Hoshi shrine had been in the family for a number of short centuries, been renovated adequately and was among some of the shrines near Tokyo that held a long history. The Higurashi shrine came first in the years it had been established and ran, but the Hoshi's were content in their success.

Sango inhaled deeply and took in the shrine's incense as Miroku slid the doors open. Sandalwood was reminiscent of Miroku's natural musk and she felt his hand at her elbow. They walked in together, their sandals clipping loudly on the wooden floor.

“Dad,” Miroku called softly at the bent figure in priest's robes. He knelt before the altar and murmured softly. Sango held Miroku's hand until Mr. Hoshi finished his incantation, smartly wound his beads expertly around his right hand and wrist and stood.

Hoshi Takada was a tall thin man with eyes as bright as the moon, his face lined with wisdom and serenity. Miroku idly thought that his head resembled the moon, kept shaven and smooth for his life's work. He was a stern father, but a good man as fathers went, Miroku thought.

“Son. So this is your new girlfriend?” Takada squinted. He reached for a pouch hanging from his robes sash and pulled out his glasses. Miroku smiled. His father would ever be a traditionalist. Miroku had his mother sew pockets into his own robes where he kept his keys and cell phone when he came to conduct services for the family shrine.

“I am. Taijiya Sango, sir,” Sango smiled, reintroducing herself. It nagged her that Mr. Hoshi referred to her as just another of a list of girls Miroku frequented. Her lover fidgeted behind her, making slashing motions with his hand.

“You look familiar, Miss Taijiya,” Hoshi Takada observed. Sango smiled serenely and bowed formally again.

“I should, I went to school with Miroku.”

“Dad, I've known Sango for years!” Miroku put in, sounding like an agitated ten-year-old.

“So you have,” Hoshi Takada agreed, wiping his glasses off on his billowing sleeve. He slid the lenses onto his nose and peered at the pretty girl, and then did a smile cross his lips. “I do recognize you now that I think on it. It's good to see you again, Sango-chan.”

Miroku waited patiently as Sango and her father bowed again.

“So what brings you both here?” Hoshi Takada asked conversationally. They had backed out to the shrine's office, sitting seiza around the priest's low table. Miroku ran his hand through his loose bangs and smiled winningly.

“Can't a son bring his girlfriend to see his family?” he offered. Sango tried not to giggle as Hoshi Takada shook his head.

“Try again,” he said dryly. Miroku flushed and clasped his fists on his knees.

“Actually it was Sango who wanted to see you two again,” Miroku said. Sango nodded in agreement. Hoshi Takada turned his piercing gaze onto the serious young woman.

“That's a welcome change from those young girls you usually date. I seem to recall the last time I met one, she was most disrespectful and flighty,” Hoshi Takada mused. Sango smiled as Miroku fidgeted again.

“Thank you, Hoshi-san,” she said. Hoshi Takada inclined his shaven head towards her.

“Can you stop getting on me about that, Dad?” Miroku winced. Hoshi Takada smiled and peered at his son through his glasses.

“Just because you're visiting with Miss Taijiya, don't think you're out of shrine chores for the day. Go mop the shrine floor,” Hoshi senior ordered. Miroku stared at his father but acquiesced.

“Don't make Sango do any work,” he groused. Hoshi Takada fingered his beads and watched the door until it slid shut behind his son. Then he turned to the strong tall woman across the table.

“I know you have been friends with Miroku. I was just giving my son a hard time,” the priest offered. Sango smiled coyly and almost laughed aloud.

“He's given me a hard time for a number of years,” she agreed. “But he's a good man.”

“Yes, now that he's stopped chasing anything of the opposite sex that will have him,” Hoshi Takada agreed. He stood, and walked to a desk against the far wall and rummaged around. Sango accepted a rice cracker from the bowl he offered and Hoshi-san knelt across from her once more. The edges of his robes flared as he moved down.

“You seem like a stolid faithful woman. I am most pleased my son decided to settle his options,” Hoshi Takada commented. Sango tried to decipher his words but came to a conclusion that he meant them to favor her in every way.

“Even when he hurt me, I was his friend. I've loved your son for years,” Sango confessed. The priest's eyes crinkled and he broke decorum to reach across the table to pat the back of her hand.

“It may be that he's loved you as long. When one is afraid, one doesn't act upon their basest wishes and dreams,” Hoshi Takada intoned. Sango stared into his eyes.

“A prayer?” she inquired. Hoshi-san shook his bare head.

“A personal observation,” he stated. Sango smiled and relaxed. Their talk was amiable and agreeable and she found herself growing close to the older priest once again.

But when he edged through their friendly conversation to strike at a possibility's path, Sango felt her heart seize with recognition.

“When are you getting married now that you're carrying his child?”

“Hoshi-san!” Sango exclaimed. Her mouth was dry and her eyes were wide as she trembled, trying to urge the instinct to bolt down. Hoshi Takada regarded her with knowing concerned eyes.

Sango gulped. It had been a possibility in the far reaches of her busy life; that she could have gotten pregnant… she and Miroku copulated on a regular basis since confessing their hearts, and rather heatedly at that. She dearly loved her priest's son, but what if he didn't want…?

“I… I don't know, Hoshi-san. I wanted things to go slowly and I hoped…” she started. The proud woman hung her head, her hair shielding her face.

“We'll get through this, Sango-chan,” Hoshi Takada. “It's time my son settled down.”

“Thank you, Hoshi-san,” Sango smiled. She wiped the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand. Hoshi Takada nodded and clasped his long fingers together.

“I had feared I'd never see the day when Miroku could bring home a girl to be proud of. I feared he had a bit too much of his family line in him to come around,” Hoshi Takada confessed. Sango regarded him seriously and nodded though she didn't fully understand.

“Okay, I'm done, Dad! You better not be torturing Sango,” Miroku called from the doorway. Sango turned and smiled softly. Her lover had rolled up the sleeves of his blue dress shirt, and the knees of his slacks were wet from mop water. A line of sweat beaded against his temple and dripped down his cheek. Sango resisted the urge to lick it away and waited for Miroku to come inside.

“Sango-chan and I were just having a nice chat. Surely you trust your father,” Hoshi Takada chuckled. Miroku came in and sat next to Sango.

“I know how you talk to women, Dad. Leave her alone,” he said. Hoshi Takada smiled and rose to his feet.

“We'll talk more in the morning. You two go on to bed. And say good night to your mother,” Hoshi Takada ordered. Sango stood and bowed at the waist.

“Oh and meet me in the shrine at six am,” Hoshi Takada called. Miroku made a silent curse and nodded.

“Sure thing, Dad,” Miroku muttered. He took her hand as they left the shrine, groaning silently as they treaded over the wet wooden floors he had just cleaned. Two sets of footprints followed them across the clean floor. Sango sighed and inhaled the country night air deeply. Miroku guided her footsteps back to the main house.

“What did you two go on about? I know my dad can be a little hardheaded,” Miroku stated. Sango felt his fingers close around her wrist, travel up her arm and go around her back to clasp her waist. Sango leaned her head against his shoulder, inhaling his musky scent. She allowed herself this small moment of comfort before getting down to business.

“Do you want to have a little sake? I know Mom has some in the fridge,” Miroku grinned as they came into the kitchen. A small lamp lit the interior, providing guidance to the rest of the house. Sango shook her head.

“No, thank you Miroku….” Sango's thoughts went to infants she had seen proud mothers carry about in Tokyo. Small dark-haired bundles with bright eyes and small mouths… her hand stole to her flat stomach.

“Guess we should head on up then,” Miroku commented. They slid their sandals off and tiptoed up to the familiar bedroom of Miroku's childhood. Sango sat on the edge of his narrow bed and watched her lover strip his dress shirt and tank top off. When his hands settled over his belt, her lips parted.

“Have you ever gotten a girl pregnant?” Sango asked softly. Her words were so low she thought she hadn't spoken them until Miroku looked up, his eyes vulnerable.

He coughed against his fist, then sat on the edge of the bed next to his huntress, his arm going round her shoulders.

“I can't say if any of the others haven't come after me,” he said. Sango frowned and punched his bare shoulder.

“Miroku, please…” she pleaded. Miroku kissed her cheek and let her rest against him.

“What's wrong?” he asked gently. Sango hugged his waist and closed her eyes.

“Promise me, Miroku. Promise me that you'll accept whatever comes to us,” she asked. Miroku nodded, his eyes soft as he settled into a comfortable mindset. It was late in his family's home and he was alone with his girlfriend. He yawned and kissed her brow. Dark hair moved against his lips.

“We can get through anything, Sango. I promise,” he said. Sango smiled and hugged him tighter.

“That's what I needed to hear,” she confessed. She kissed Miroku simply but he held her chin and held her lips up to his for a longer kiss. Sango murmured in his mouth and pushed to lie on top when they fell back against the bed. Miroku was intent on stripping their clothing off while being quiet about it, but he was too eager. Sango giggled as he bumped his head against the headboard wriggling about and they froze, feeling like guilty teenagers. They giggled again when no one said anything. Just as things were going too far, a loud knock sounded against Miroku's bedroom door. Sango fell off of him and covered herself with the sheets.

“No, don't go too far!” Miroku insisted, covering his nakedness as well. He cleared his throat and called out. “What!”

“I was just coming to say good night! Don't talk to your mother that way,” Mrs. Hoshi called through the door.

“Okay! Good night!” Miroku agreed. Sango giggled and kissed his shoulder. He was tensed as a spring coil ready to bounce. She tried not to writhe when his hand slid along her thigh and steadily higher…

“And no funny business! Your father and I can hear you in the next room!” Mrs. Hoshi added.

Miroku gaped at Sango's face as she laughed and he fell on his side in defeat.

“That took the mood away,” he commented. Sango hugged him tightly. Her curves pushed into his lithe muscles and they lay in embrace.

“That's okay, we should be getting to sleep anyways,” Sango suggested. Miroku kissed her shoulder and murmured softly. He was more tired than he thought for in a moment he was snoring away against her. Sango ran her fingers through his short hair, cupping the back of his neck and shoulders. She pressed her belly carefully against his thin side and closed her eyes.

 

In the next bedroom, the Hoshi parents readied for bed. Hoshi Takada watched his wife's movements. They had been together so long their lives were in tandem to each other's daily routines but he welcomed the easy comfort of their relationship.

“Has Miroku told you how serious he is about Sango-chan?” Mrs. Hoshi asked. Hoshi Tadaka shook his head.

“Sango-chan had more to say about that. She's a good girl, dear. She's what our son needs,” Hoshi Tadaka declared. He set his glasses on the nightstand and pulled his robes off.

“So she's the one to reign in his wild ways?” Mrs. Hoshi chuckled. She pulled back the covers on her side of the bed and got in. Hoshi Tadaka joined her in his underclothes.

“You should know. You curbed my impulses and tamed my wild heart,” Hoshi Tadaka stated poetically. His wife leaned close to kiss him.

 

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Kagome hovered over her lover and peered at his scalp. Inuyasha's dark hair lay scattered over the bed and his arms were spread to the side. Kagome gently nudged his bare arm to his side to kneel closer and leaned lower. Her face was barely an inch from Inuyasha's face when his eyes opened.

“Huh?” he muttered, his mind still fuzzy with sleep. Kagome's breasts all but hung out of her chemise the way she leaned over him. There, there could be a white hair…

“Ack!” Kagome yelped when Inuyasha's hands flew up and locked around her elbows. He held her captive against him.

“What you doing?” he asked sleepily. Kagome leaned down and laid her arms over his neck.

“Just watching you sleep,” Kagome said, which was the truth. She smoothed a dark lock of hair out of Inuyasha's face. Inuyasha shifted his legs under the blankets and leaned his head back on the pillow. They had an hour before they had to get up to get ready for work. Inuyasha hadn't cleaned out his tomb yet, but lived at Kagome's now. Sango and Miroku had taken leave from work to visit the Hoshi family shrine so he hadn't use of Sango's car.

“Watch…. me… hmm…” Inuyasha mumbled. He drifted back off. Kagome laid her head against his red t-shirt and listened to his heartbeat. She was so glad he had agreed to stay with her. She didn't like seeing him in that tiny room.

Kagome glanced at her alarm clock. She didn't want to get up from her lover any earlier than she had to. Even if they lived together, in these first few days she seemed to need to check that he would still be there. So what if his eyes had sparked golden when he was above her last night. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew she still loved him. Inuyasha had ripped into Kouga with a savagery that had frightened her, but he would never harm her.

Kagome's eyes fluttered open an hour later as the annoying beep sounded through her bedroom. Inuyasha groaned and spooned her back. Kagome rubbed her eye and smiled as she felt an appreciative part of his anatomy press close against her.

“We have to get up, baby,” she giggled. Inuyasha groaned and buried his face against her shoulder.

“Noooo…. Let's call off work today,” he suggested. Kagome stretched to smack the alarm clock off.

“But I can't, Inuyasha. Suzuki-san needs me in his board meeting,” Kagome said imploringly. Inuyasha moved behind her on instinct, his eyes slowing opening. The warmth between them flushed and stiffened his penis. Inuyasha sighed and kissed her neck, pushing against the sweet curve of her ass. Even Kagome couldn't stop when Inuyasha breathed against her in that way and rubbed. Hard. Kagome spread her thighs and Inuyasha nudged the bulge in his shorts lower between her inner thighs then abruptly high, striking her core. Kagome closed her eyes and whined as she moved back against him. One of Inuyasha's hands curled around her breast and found her nipple through the sheer fabric of her chemise.

Kagome gasped and thudded her head back against Inuyasha's shoulder. Inuyasha breathed harshly and kissed the side of her neck. He parted his lips and nipped her with his teeth. Kagome writhed against him, one hand fisting the sheets. The other reached back and curled round his hip.

“Hmm…” Inuyasha smiled. “You can't say you want to get up yet… “ His nostrils flared and Kagome's sweet scent flared to his attention. He tried not to swoon. “I can smell it…”

Kagome gasped highly. Inuyasha knew his cheek was bright red against her neck as he worked himself against his girlfriend with short sweet thrusts giving her a hint of what would happen in the next few minutes. His erection was ready to rip out the front of his boxers. Kagome's juices soaked through her panties and Inuyasha wondered if his boxers were stained from her dampness.

“Oh… please… stop…”

Inuyasha breathed against her neck. His hand settled her hip still and he made Kagome's hips roll back sharply at one excruciatingly slow thrust.

“Only if you forgot your pill…” he growled. He was so worked up, if he went to search for a condom now, he'd jerk himself off to completion. Kagome's head lolled back and forth against his shoulder.

“No… last night…” she gasped. That was all Inuyasha needed to hear. He found himself holding his breathe as he delicately tugged Kagome's panties low and down her thighs. Kagome worked to kick them off her long bare legs. Inuyasha's hand smoothed down her hip and between her thighs. Kagome leaned her head back and to the side to accept his tongue thrusting into her mouth as she writhed against his fingers stretching her open. Her essence soaked his hand and the sheets.

“Now… Inuyasha…. Now…” Kagome ordered. She tried to roll over to face him, but Inuyasha held her still with a slight growl. Kagome looked over her shoulder and saw serious golden eyes watching her with lust. `They're the same as last night….' She didn't have time to wonder as Inuyasha jerked his boxers down his hips, just enough to free his rigid lust. Kagome turned around and moaned when she felt his naked head caress her drenched nether lips.

“Oh, fuck,” she murmured as her hips moved with short jerky movements anticipating him. Inuyasha found himself agreeing as he held her hip and thrust hard.

“AH!” Inuyasha howled. Kagome's fingers clawed the sheets and she gasped highly. Her erotic moans set Inuyasha's blood boiling as he tried to savor the feeling of being inside Kagome without something covering the sensations.

“Oh gods…. I can really feel you…” Inuyasha breathed. His chest felt too tight as he thrust deeply. Kagome's warmth squeezed him tightly, her juices lubricating his fleshy organ. Inuyasha felt his vision go white then red as he pounded his girlfriend. He hissed and moaned, then howled as he slammed himself into her. Kagome stopped trying to push back to meet him and held still. He was doing all the work, but it was hitting everything… Kagome cried out and tried to move away.

Inuyasha gripped her hip and swore loudly. He howled highly, like the puppy Kagome had called him, and this explosion was the best he'd had with her. He could feel every squeeze and pulse of her core. His length was so hard, and she was so hot and moist… He moaned raggedly and said something that tried to form the syllables of her name. The very center of his passion. Kagome was screaming before him, still to his aching hard thrusts and Inuyasha knew she had met her end.

“Inuyasha….” Kagome gasped. Her hand fluttered to her heaving breast. Her legs were spread, her left hip was pressed hard into the mattress. Inuyasha planted his right foot on the mattress and arched his hip high. Kagome's fingers clenched the bed, then went still. Kagome could feel trickles of his seed drip down her thigh.

“Oh gods…” she whispered. Inuyasha panted and kissed her shoulder.

“I love being in you,” he stated honestly. His vision went white, then came back in. He blew a sweaty strand of hair from Kagome's shoulder and nuzzled her neck.

Kagome moaned highly when he lifted her leg as he kneeled up on the bed. Still joined deeply inside, he moved her onto her back and lay down between her spread legs. His boxers wound low on his hips as they stayed close together intimately. Kagome ran her hands over his back and kissed his brow. Inuyasha kissed her mouth hotly, and went still. The fabric of his cotton t-shirt clashed with the silk of her chemise, half mussed from his eagerness to get to a breast.

“Fuck. How'm I gonna work now?” he leered. Kagome smacked his shoulder. “Ow!”

“What about me? I can't walk,” she moaned. But she held Inuyasha tenderly, cradling him. “Your eyes…”

“What?” Inuyasha asked. Kagome stroked his face and stared into his face.

“Nothing… just noticing your beautiful eyes,” she smiled. Inuyasha watched her tenderly and leaned down.

“I thought you had to get up,” Inuyasha smiled. Kagome kissed him sweetly. Their tongues stroked and joined slowly.

“This is all your fault,” she claimed. But she held onto him until they could move, and preparations for work were a whirlwind of dress, rush and run. But Inuyasha wouldn't take any of this back to just be on time for stupid Wacdonalds. Kagome's heart had called to him and he had heeded the call.

 

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“I see you've worked for Tsuzuki for ten years,” Sesshomaru murmured. He rifled through his applicant's papers. The older plump woman smiled gently, her hands clasped on her ample lap.

“I did, Takahashi-san. I filed and kept his appointments and we got to know each other very well.”

Sesshomaru tried not to get a headache wondering what that was supposed to imply before the matronly woman went on. “Our children got along rather well and we had several family functions together.”

“Ah…” Sesshomaru sipped his coffee. “I see. Well, how would you like to start for a trial run? We can evaluate your performance in one week.”

“That would be fine, Takahashi-san. Thank you.”

“Myoga-san will call you about your schedule,” Sesshomaru murmured, keeping his eyes on his desk. The appointment was over to him.

“If I may say something, Takahashi-san?” the woman asked. Sesshomaru looked up, under his brows. He waited sternly.

“I was rather saddened when your honorable father passed on. I hope taking on his work isn't a burden for you, sir.”

A vein in Sesshomaru's throat pulsed and he swallowed. But his eyes remained cold and distant, the perfect mask. “Thank you. We will keep in touch.”

As soon as the plump woman left his office, Sesshomaru made a fist and touched it to his brow. His dark bangs stood straight up from the rumpled gesture. Father… why have things gone so wrong?

Sesshomaru's sharp ears picked up the heaviness of Myoga's steps as he huffed his way closer to his office. He looked up and composed his features as the round businessman slid in. He stopped and straightened his suit jacket. Sesshomaru wondered idly whether he waxed his mustache to stick out at such an unnatural angle from his lips.

“Yes, Myoga-san?” Sesshomaru asked. Myoga cleared his throat and looked in his ledger. He cradled it like a mother would an infant, Sesshomaru thought. His heart weakened and he thought of Rin holding a dark-haired baby… with his eyes…. Sesshomaru's eyes sharpened and he blinked. He growled when Myoga stared at him solemnly.

“You came to me for something?” he reiterated. Myoga coughed and ran a chubby finger down his ledger.

“Takeyoshi's partners are wondering where to meet you for lunch. One would remind the young master to take it easy on them. Takeyoshi could have acted alone with Onigumo….” Myoga went on with their foes' title when he saw Sesshomaru cringe. “…Naraku.”

Sesshomaru exhaled silently. It was stupid but for an instant he was sure Myoga was going to say `Onigumo Rin.'

“This one will take that into account,” he murmured, but his cold eyes told he would not remember that feeble promise. Myoga sighed.

“Sesshomaru-san, please. Just stop contemplating for a moment and read this,” Myoga said. Sesshomaru raised one fine eyebrow.

“That almost sounds like an order. What is this, Myoga-san?” Sesshomaru asked. He accepted one thin folder from the elder man and looked through the figures. At a quick scan it was a list of monetary digits but when his sharp eyes settled on the kanji next to them, he read his family's name as well as Onigumo's.

“What is this?” Sesshomaru growled. Myoga smiled.

“Information from the files of Naraku-san. A friend was kind enough to look into something for me,” he winked. Sesshomaru looked up sharply.

“I refuse to believe she has anything to contribute to my company anymore,” Sesshomaru swore. “This one is tired of your innuendos. Just leave it alone, Myoga-san.”

Myoga sighed. “Very well. But won't you consider the information? The money Onigumo acquired from your father's accounts was done through underhanded dealings, and as if we get more substantial evidence, his illegal actions can be atoned for.”

Sesshomaru laughed shortly. “That one won't atone for a damn thing. He uses anything he gets his hands on.” Rin's shy smile came to the corner of his mind. Sesshomaru turned his back on that memory.

“One was wondering if you wanted to look over your options. I haven't forgotten what he's done to your father's company.” `And to the Lady Rin…'

“Oh we'll look into it. I suppose a thank you is in order,” Sesshomaru muttered. Myoga smirked.

“You're welcome, Sesshomaru-san.”

Sesshomaru muttered inside his head trying to coax the dark thoughts from spiraling out of control.

“Sesshomaru-san, Takeyoshi's men are awaiting your arrival,” one of his younger partners rapped on his door. Sesshomaru adjusted his tie and let a bloodthirsty gleam fill his eyes. He would take his satisfaction where he could after all.

 

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Rin moved around her father's building with the dread feeling she was doing something wrong and would be punished for it. That couldn't be however. She was diligent, she was smart and she wouldn't compromise her position when she had a job to do. Both of them, Rin thought looking down at the files she held in her arms. Onigumo Naraku had relocated her to one of his senior partner's desks and he had made it strictly plain her body was solely only for his use.

Rin shook her head, making her way down the hallway. She would rather her body be for her own use and she could not have stopped the wave of shame that hit her when her father had told her that.

`I know you've snared that boy's trust with more than a kind word. But remember your loyalties. You work for me, in my own building now, Rin.' Rin sighed and tucked a lock of hair back into her bun.

`I know where my loyalties lie…'

“Rin-kun! Your father wanted to speak with you,” a young bright-eyed woman walked up, waving for Rin's attention. Rin took a moment to regard the young woman, evne younger than she was if possible. She was innocent, high-breasted and brimming with unspoiled energy. Rin silently wished her luck to survive in this building.

“Of course, I'll go right away,” Rin said. The woman smiled brightly and bowed slightly before scampering off. Rin sighed and felt very old all of a sudden.

“… And they don't lie with you.” Onigumi Rin made her way to the grand double doors housing her father's offices and knocked. Kaze Kagura wasn't at her secretary's desk. A pity, Rin could have used one of her winks. The older demoted woman inspired confidence in their scheme together.

“Father, I've come as asked,” she called out.

“Come in, Rin.”

Rin opened the door and slid inside. Her father's office was dimly lit as per usual. She thought her adopted sire preferred dark lighting to contemplate this dark hair and complexion, but Rin knew it was to shade the taint of his aura. She wasn't a spiritualist, but even she could feel the revulsion of his touch without the shame of familial intercourse reminding her. He took and never gave. Rin hoped he wouldn't rape her being again. She didn't know how far she could go before she snapped and revealed her true intentions for Onigumo Inc.

Rin stood straight and awaited her father's scrutiny. She was not disappointed. Onigumo Naraku sat on the edge of his desk and regarded his adoptive daughter with a sullen dark look. His eyes traveled up and down her trim body, settling on her breasts. Rin shivered and hugged her files against her chest trying to avert his piercing gaze. Her father wore his customary black slacks, and they hugged his thighs in a most flattering way that she was sure most women would have lingered over. Naraku crossed his arms over his chest and smirked, his suit jacket off and his shirtsleeves rolled up. His black hair was pulled up into a high tail that cascaded still almost to his buttocks. Rin was sure her adoptive father was considered very attractive externally, but she knew him inside and he was not as beautiful as he portrayed himself to be.

She swallowed slowly, trying to moisten her throat. She was parched before him.

“What is it you wanted, Father?” Rin asked innocently. Naraku raised one fine eyebrow and pushed off the desk. He towered easily over his daughter.

“How do you like your new position?” he asked lightly. Rin tried not to fidget. She was here for more than idle conversation.

“Just fine. Your partner is a diligent man,” Rin offered. Naraku smiled and stepped closer. Rin's spine stiffened when her father was close enough to kiss. She turned her chin up bravely.

“So you're getting readjusted?” Naraku asked. His hand settled on Rin's arm and moved closer. Rin's folders fell to the floor, papers scattering. She swallowed evenly, masking her expression.

“You don't have to worry about me, Father.” `You don't have to worry about what I'm doing, not at all…'

Naraku chuckled. “Your father missed you. Can't you give me a kiss?”

Rin stiffened but stood her ground. “I… I can't…”

Naraku's smile fled from his lips and he regarded Rin with a dark scowl. “My, my, I thought I was imagining a touch of defiance from you.”

Rin shuddered. “Can't you just be my father? Please, I don't want to…” Rin knew she was jeopardizing her position by revealing her base desire for him to leave her alone, but she felt she had to tell him. She couldn't keep giving herself to him.

Naraku growled and grabbed Rin by the elbows. She was used to his abuse, but even she couldn't stop the cry of shock his hands on her gave. “Never, ever defy me. Do you hear me, Rin? Do you want me to teach you a lesson?”

`Do you want me to teach you respect?' Rin heard in his tone. She shook her head and fought him.

“No, I…”

“Naraku-san!” Kagura's voice cracked like a whip. Naraku let go of Rin and she stumbled back, relieved at the possibility of freedom. Kaze Kagura stood in the doorway, her hands on her curvy hips. Rin backed off as she advanced.

“What do you want, Kagura-kun? I'm busy here,” Naraku snapped. Kagura sauntered in as if she owned the place and stood in front of Rin. Rin backed up to the door.

“You sure look busy, scolding your daughter. Did it get you all worked up?” Kagura looked up and down Naraku, making sure to linger over his thighs and groin. Rin didn't know if she should feel sick or not.

“Hmff. Maybe you didn't learn your lesson when I demoted you,” Naraku drawled. Kagura sauntered closer, her hips pressing up against Naraku's. Rin looked away as Kagura rubbed up and down.

“Whatever you say, boss,” Kagura sighed. Naraku smirked and waved his hand at his daughter.

“You can do back to work now, daughter.”

“Yes, Father,” Rin answered. She politely closed the doors, and ran.

Inside the offices, Kagura surprised Naraku by pushing him on his desk and jumping on top. Kagura worked their clothing loose and took his rampant arousal deep inside, wincing at the feel of his taint surging within her. But she was strong, and she could survive this.

`I'm going to make you pass out you cock-sucking bastard,' Kagura smiled coyly at the look of ecstasy marring Naraku's usually controlled features. `Then it's into your personal files I go…'

“AH! Are you trying to kill me?” Naraku laughed. Kagura gripped him tightly and parted her red lips in a smirk.

“Just maybe…”

“You're too much, woman…”

“Always for you.”

`Bastard.'

 

* * * *

 

Inuyasha had the feeling he was being watched all day. He rubbed his face, wondering if he would feel the powers stretching his cheeks with slashes again, wondering if his blunt nails would sharpen to natural deadly weapons. His dark bangs settled against his eyes, the rest pulled back into a loose tail that was pulled over one shoulder.

Why on Earth had he changed the way he did? It was similar to Kouga's spark of power, but it was different. Inuyasha knew he couldn't just write off last night as a strange happenstance, something that couldn't possibly happen again. Not when it was evident in his past…

`Izayoi! Why did you leave me?? Izayoi!” Inuyasha had peeked in on his father, his younger eyes noticing his jerky movements and tear-streaked face. His mother had just died and the memorial service was held a few days ago. The status of being mother-less still hadn't settled in and Inuyasha knew cold grief would hit him hard when it did. As apparently it had rocked his father… Long gashes decorated the walls of his Otou's study and Inutaisho had stood sobbing, his fists clenched. His nails were longer than normal and blood oozed between his knuckles.

`It happened to Pop too…' Inuyasha thought. He had peered at himself in restrooms of his respective work places, and gaped at the sharp intelligent golden eyes that peered knowingly back. Did this come about from last night? Or was it something else, something deeper? Inuyasha didn't have any sunglasses yet, and he was tired of explaining his eyes as a fancy new pair of contact lenses.

“Yeah, like I like sticking things over my eyeballs for fun….” He muttered.

“Inuyasha, come on back! Its closing time,” one of his colleagues opened the men's room door and jerked his head to the side, pointing out. Inuyasha blinked and rubbed his eyes. They were still golden when he opened them.

“Coming, I'm gonna get out of your hair,” Inuyasha called. His hand scraped through his bangs. The young man holding the door gaped. For a moment he thought he saw white streaked with black in Inuyasha's ponytail…

Inuyasha gladly took the train back to the apartment he was considering `theirs', in his mind's eye. When Kagome made a key for him, he had all but melted. He puttered around the nice living room and regarded Tetsusagia. The ancient peeled scabbard seemed to watch him in return.

“Tadaima!” Kagome called, opening the front door. Inuyasha beamed and waited for her to slip her heels off and progress in to him.

“I missed you,” he confessed. Kagome went into his arms and they shared a deep kiss.

“I did too,” she smiled. Inuyasha nuzzled his chin against the top of her head and sighed. They sank down to the floor, but merely held each other.

“We missed the couch,” Kagome giggled. Inuyasha ran his hand through her dark hair softly.

“You're so damn beautiful,” Inuyasha said suddenly. “Why do you put up with a guy like me?”

Kagome heard a silent question in his inquiry and snuggled closely against him. Her hand ran over the rough linen of his second-hand dress shirt and she kissed his chin shortly.

“Because you saved me. Because you protected me. Because we click. Because without you, I don't make sense. And you don't make sense without me.”

“Well yeah,” Inuyasha said but he was smiling. “Why else?”

Kagome leaned down and kissed him sweetly. “Because I love you. There is no better explanation.”

Inuyasha's golden eyes gleamed and he touched her cheek. “God damn, I'm so lucky to have met you.”

“So are you agreeing with me?” Kagome smiled. Inuyasha cupped her face in his palm and he nodded.

“I love you too, baby.”

“Good, because there's something that's been bothering me lately…”

“What? What is it, Kagome?” Inuyasha asked, worried. He moved to sit up, half crouched in a ready position to leap and maim whatever was bothering his girlfriend. Kagome laughed and pushed his chest.

“Why on earth did your parents name you Inuyasha? We know what it means,” she wanted to know. Inuyasha moaned and slapped his palm to his forehead.

“I don't know! I guess…. I guess Myoga-san would know. He seemed to have a lot to say when he gave me Pop's katana,” Inuyasha mused softly. Kagome and he turned as one unit to regard the ancient weapon that seemed to hum happily in their presence.

“Maybe you should ask him,” Kagome suggested. Inuyasha nodded.

“Not now. Got to move my things here first. One step at a time,” Inuyasha grinned. Kagome sighed and leaned against his shoulder.

“Now what do you want to do about dinner…?”

Inuyasha wondered how long he could put off investigating his family's oddities. His father's ancient friend would be the one to go to, but he didn't want to do it. Oddities meant a breakup in the happy life he was now starting to live. Oddities meant irregular happenings in a world safe in its modern existence. Surreal happenings did not belong in a world of concrete and skyscrapers. And he intended to keep it that way.

But Inuyasha knew his eyes sharpening to gold and his strength appearing was only the beginning. `Wonder how that wolf shit is doing?'

 

Across Tokyo, a dark-haired lawyer was thrown into a room. Kouga groaned and lifted his head, his long hair hanging into his eyes.

“You let someone tamper with your spirit,” a deep voice intoned and Kouga knew his father was with him in the dark. Kouga coughed and ran his hand over his cheek. He felt wetness that wasn't tears.

“I had to, Dad! I didn't even know about this and you never told me how to become what is inside me,” Kouga protested. Golden eyes watched Kouga and he felt a shiver up his spine. Ookami Takeru padded closer and Kouga was startled to sense an older awakening in his sire. If there were lights handy, he was sure he'd see a more bestial appearance on his father's once familiar face.

“I was right to hold it back from you as you've found a way to abuse this power. Kouga, you have a lot to answer for.”

“What, for seeing a witch?” Kouga spat and worked his tongue against his teeth.

“For opening yourself to darkness.”

Kouga let that sink in and he laughed bitterly. The hysterical edges shook in Ookami Takeru's sharp ears. “You sound like a Jedi master! Don't' go to the Dark side, Kouga.”

“Enough,” Takerua growled. Kouga shut up again. “This isn't a game, and this isn't a movie. This is your family's bloodline and you will treat our abilities with respect. Yes, darkness goes hand in hand with true base power, but you can hone it so it doesn't rule you. One doesn't need dwell alone in the dark thinking that's all they're given.”

Ookami Kouga watched the outline of his bent father. He swallowed slowly and the darting of moisture in his throat stretched back a short eon of time spent prowling the lands for prey.

 

* * * *

 

Sesshomaru packed up his briefcase and cast a wary glance over his office. He didn't like reflecting that his workspace was obviously made over after his fit of rage, but one could not help but notice the desk was new, the computer topnotch and the window re-paneled.

“Takahashi-san, I'm taking off!” the plump secretary he had hired peeked in and waved. Sesshomaru waved her off with a curt motion of his hand and clasped his briefcase shut.

“That's fine,” he intoned. The older woman sashayed off and Sesshomaru slid his suit jacket back on. He walked toward the door to leave, and looked back. The memory of being deeply inside Rin on the floor flashed before his eyes and Sesshomaru had to close his eyes and count to twenty to get control of his self.

Myoga slammed into the door and into his shoulder, jarring Sesshomaru out of the sharply painful memory.

“I'm sorry, Sesshomaru-san!” Myoga gasped. His pipe fell out of his mouth and against Sesshomaru's fine leather shoe. He tapped the toe into the carpet and shook his head.

“What?” he asked simply. If Myoga was going to go on about what he did to Takeyoshi's partners, he was going to add him to the list.

“Many pardons, Sesshomaru-san, but I was wondering if you had time for another appointment,” Myoga made out. Sesshomaru almost lashed out right then and there. But he kept his face blank as a slate.

“This one is very tired, Myoga-san. This one would ask you to bring back the applicant or supplicant or whoever it is to come in the next morning WITH AN APPOINTMENT. This one is going home,” Sesshomaru bit out pointedly. Myoga gulped but he stood his ground.

“I can't, Sesshomaru-san. And you can wreck your office or hurt me all you want but… well, come in,” Myoga called. Sesshomaru turned to the door and he felt his heart drop into his shoes. Relief and rage thundered through his veins.

“I was wondering if you had a moment for an insider to what you want,” Rin said softly. Sesshomaru's fingers went limp and his briefcase dropped to the floor.

 

End for now

 

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