InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Impoverished Heir ❯ Business Arrangements ( Chapter 20 )

 

A lot going on still. Working hard, studying harder and preparing my belongings cause this inu is moving down to her fiancee's in early august! Shipping boxes of books is so much fun. Throwing out old crap I didn't know I had or wanted still is fun on a non-sarcastic note. Inuskye and I will have a live-in engagement and plan to be married sometime next year. I love, respect, honor and adore this woman who inspires me to write further from the heart, and to try my hardest to better my person. Thank the kami for horrible exes for my Inuyasha sagas would not have come about at all if otherwise. I love you, Skye. Mine mate, people. Back off (lol).

Here we are at chapter twenty! When a story gets this long, usually I feel inclined to wrap up and in a damned hurry. Not the case this time. I remember telling Skye my idea for this a/u type story, and that “it wouldn't be a saga, just a short story.” Hooray for unexpected turns of life! I'm loving this one more than Inutaisho Legacy.

 

Sorry sorry again for the delay! Half my GED test has been taken and I am not worried about the rest of the tests on the following week. So I wanted to update before I moved! I really hope you readers didn't abandon this story, as I have not. And please enjoy!

 

Dedicated to Skye. My mate, my lover, my wife, I love you. In more ways than you think even.

Dedicated also to Inugrrrl for being such a loyal inu! Beginning of a certain scene later on is not lifted from her, but dedicated with loving friendship.

 

 

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“Impoverished Heir” chapter twenty

Business Arrangements

 

“Hone yourself. Focus. Charge your being with your personal power,” Ayame instructed. She walked around Kouga. He stood on one foot, balanced in the sand. Waves cascaded onto the beach and lapped at his supporting ankle. Loose gi pants of gray covered his lower torso and molded to the muscles in his legs. His chest was bare to the salty breeze, his long hair bound back at the nape of his neck. Kouga bit his lip and clasped his hands together. He felt himself sway and a line of sweat trickled down his jaw. Ayame hummed and he could almost see her small smile.

“I told you to focus, and hone yourself,” she said. Kouga bit his lip and swayed almost off balance.

“I'm trying!” he muttered. Ayame walked around him in the sand and snuffed. He could really see her smile in his mind's eye now.

“Do not try. Merely do it,” she chuckled. Kouga bit back a curse and teetered back and forth.

“Wah!” he said and went over onto his side. Raking dark bangs out of his eyes, he looked up to his erstwhile sensei and noted he was right. She WAS smiling. “I'm sorry, Ayame-san. I'll do it again.”

Ayame swept her red tail over her shoulder and nodded. “You're right you will.” They both remembered what had happened the first time he had refused to repeat a task.

“Yeah, I'm going…” Kouga muttered pushing up to his knees. Ayame raised an eyebrow at him. “I'm sorry, sensei.”

Ayame smiled not unkindly and turned to watch the waves crash in onto the sand. “Once more please.”

“Thank you, Ayame-san.” When Ayame smiled that way, Kouga couldn't find it in him to hate the position he was in.

“Lock your thigh muscle! You do have natural strength,” she called. Kouga grumbled and did as told. Well, not quite hate his position. She was really pushing her luck, that's all. Kouga locked his thigh muscle and crossed his ankle over as he balanced on the one foot. Ayame walked around him and nodded.

 

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Onigumo Naraku looked over his files for the day and whistled a merry tune. “Yes, we'll go over this task here, and we must continue there…” He idly sipped at hot black coffee from an Onigumo Inc. mug while he swung one leg back and forth crossed over his knee. His finely pressed slacks molded to the muscles in his legs at the movements. “And oh, we must arrange a meeting with Takahashi-san. Won't you make that happen for me?”

His assistants bowed over their ledgers and stood as one unit. One was a young petite woman with eerily natural white hair. The other was a young man, almost a boy, with off-white hair that must have been dyed. One smiled easily. If the other smiled at all, the world would have ended. Naraku was sure of it. The young boy grinned, his eyes slit with pleasure.

“Of course, Onigumo-san. It would be an honor to begin negotiations with your foe,” Hakudoshi kept his legs together as he bowed formally. His white hair hung into his eyes as he peered up under his brows at his employer. Naraku allowed a smirk to cross his features as he nodded in return. Kanna was more formal and she showed her deference to his rank in her clipped bow and her murmured acquiescence.

“Yes, Onigumo-san.” She all but whispered. Naraku smiled and traced one long finger down his jaw. Kagura's fan had left some damage to his throat, but his collar helped cover the marred flesh up.

“We shall adjourn after lunch. Now leave me, I must have a moment before my board meeting,” Naraku said. Kanna and Hakudoshi left without a word of complaint and closed the door behind them. A young petite girl with long dark hair moved closer to the desk from out of the shadows. Naraku reflected she resembled more a waif than a woman at this stage of her development, but it didn't mean her hips weren't as nicely formed as they could be. Her breasts were quite nice for her age.

“You needed me, Father?” she asked. Naraku smiled and held his arms out. She learned quickly, this one. She would always be subservient to him. He would make sure of that.

“Your father always needs his precious girl. Now, come to me, daughter.” Naraku purred. The girl touched his hands with hers and slid them up his arms. Naraku pulled her down onto his lap and held the back of her head with one hand. His fingers fisted her hair as he breathed contently in the deepening kiss he pressed on her. The girl fisted his sleeves with her hands but sighed back. That pleased him. She knew how to be good for him.

“You want me to pleasure you?” she whispered when his hand forced her thighs apart. Naraku leaned back, pressing a hand to her rear so she pressed down onto him, straddling him with her slight weight.

“Yes, daughter. But not with that lovely mouth of yours,” Naraku smiled. He thumbed the corner of her red lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth. “We will continue with what you learned last night.”

The girl gasped highly and blushed. She shyly loosened his belt and Naraku reached down to help. When he forced his way into her, the girl squeezed tears back from her vision. But she sighed and held him inside as he pounded her with strong thrusts. When he came to his end, the girl did not protest or cry. She rubbed his shoulders with her small hands and kissed his face. Naraku growled lowly, making the girl lean up from her ministrations and she stilled herself, her face pale. But the loyalty she showed in that act of weakness was something he noted.

“That's my girl.”

“For you, Father.”

 

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“Are you sure you don't need anything, Miroku? I'm not going to ask you another time,” Sango complained. Miroku sighed and lifted black-lined eyes to his girlfriend. Her belly protruded from her stance of her hand on her hip and his eyes always gravitated there before going up. He smiled weakly, raking one shaking hand through his short bangs. His dragon tail was pulled back in a sloppy manner and hung limply over his shoulder.

“I'm fine, Sango! Please, I don't like it when you keep asking,” Miroku said lightly. His girlfriend was only half appeased and he couldn't blame her. He sighed deeply as if the weight of a family darkness pushed him down into the steps. The fingers of his right hand twitched and he closed them around his naked palm.

“Well, I just worry over you! You were too tired to come to our last Lamaze class. I had to take Kagome-chan with me!” she said, trying to smile over the memory. The instructor had had quite an amusing night with the petite lawyer's intern cradling her between her spread legs. Kagome had made the best of Miroku's absence and had tried to cheer Sango by encouraging her to push in a made-up rough voice. Sango rubbed the taut round ball showing in her middle and smiled down at her still distraught lover.

“I said I was sorry, Sango. I had to work late. I'm trying to make money for our baby,” Miroku groused lightly. He hadn't meant for his voice to come out so gruff, but he felt that in the moment that his lover was ribbing him again for being so exhausted that he had forgotten Lamaze. It was apparent in her bit lip. Miroku sighed and walked back up two steps to touch her hand with his.

“I… I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so stressed,” he confessed. Sango smiled, but it wasn't a fully happy one. That the brightness of that smile didn't reach her eyes saddened him. Miroku squeezed her fingers with his as she spoke.

“It's okay, Miroku…. You just worry me so much with all of your working! I want you to rest. My father said he'd help us out if we needed it,” Sango said. Miroku nodded but his heart wasn't into it. His father had taught him since he was knee-high that everyone in their place in the world could maintain their own living. Miroku was sure some circumstances of course could call for that extra help, but he didn't like it.

“I know. But you know how I feel about that,” Miroku said lightly. He kissed Sango's cheek. His huntress sighed and reached to embrace him.

“I know, Miroku,” she said. Her arms reached around his shoulders, pulling him to her. Miroku carefully laid his arms around her and hugged lightly. As always, he arched his back so he wouldn't squish the baby growing inside her. It kept him from pulling Sango fully against him, but he hated to think that the smallest of embrace had their growing child coming between them literally. It was surely a petty thought to entertain, but Miroku was being honest with himself.

“Don't worry about me. Just kiss me and I'll go on my way,” he tried to laugh. Sango's eyes were serious and she kissed his lips shortly. But he felt a spark of her usual love in that sensual peck. His heart seized sky-high momentarily before the usual blatant reality crashed him down hard onto the pavement once more.

“Don't forget we have another doctor's appointment in two days,” Sango idly remembered. Miroku's heart dropped. More figures danced through his mind of the yen they would have piled up on their child's prenatal tab.

“Of course. Don't call Inuyasha this time, I'm going to have time,” he vowed. It hurt that Sango would have to call their old friend, but like the incident with Kagome-san, and Lamaze class, he knew he had let his lover down and she had had to fall back on stability that was ready to go with her at said times.

“Okay, Miroku. I'll wait for you,” Sango said with her old sweetness. Miroku's heart jumped at the implication of her words, even if she hadn't meant anything further with them. He knew she was still waiting for him to propose to her. They were now living together and she was pregnant, but in some ways, it seemed things had not changed at all. Miroku sighed. He kissed his huntress again and made his way down the steps.

“Have a good evening!” Sango waved from the floor above. Miroku turned and his heart caught in his throat. Sango was rounder, her breasts heavier. Her long hair was tied back in a simple tail, the loose ends cascading down her back. Her simple pastel clothing pulled back against the changes in their relationship and Miroku felt warmed and chilled all at once. He loved the image Sango made for his future, but it frightened him all at once. And that was why he didn't want to try and shift their finances around for a ring.

“I will! You rest, or else,” he called back. Sango blew him a kiss. Miroku hunched his shoulders and jogged lightly to the subway station through the crowds of businessmen and women.

 

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Kagome grit her teeth. She had just come home from a long day at Ookami Law and although her new boss was a kind older man, and Ayumi was having a great working environment with the senior founder of the branch, she still found ways to be irritable. Just listening to Ayumi go on and on about how great Ookami-Senior was only served to remind the delicate intern of the one problem in her relationship with Inuyasha at the moment.

They had not had sex in one week. Sure, it may be laughable. Sure it may sound funny to the casual observer, but in a relationship that Kagome was certain was the best in her life, sexually and emotionally, the distance of intimacy lately had her on edge and growly to everybody but Sango. Kagome's new best friend didn't deserve her attitude when she was certain things were edgy with Miroku, so she had been on best behavior to cheer her up. Kagome had heard funny stories from her mother about Lamaze class over the past few years, and was glad she got to experience that thrill first-hand. However, sometimes she wished she were the pregnant one.

`As if that would be now the way things are going!' Kagome fumed internally. She opened the front door of their apartment and set her keys in the dish by the door. Stepping out of her heels, the intern made her way into the living room as the cordless phone chimed. Kagome cursed and sprinted for the electronic device, diving across the sofa for the phone base.

“Moshi moshi!” she all but yelled as she crashed down on her side.

“What were you doing, sis?”

Kagome sighed. Of course Souta would be calling with problems when she had some large ones of her own. She turned on her side, her short skirt hiking up with the movement.

“Nothing! Just got home. What's going on, bro?” she asked. Souta sighed over the line.

“I found a new girl, and she's nice, I swear, sis!”

“So, what's the problem?”

“We haven't had sex yet!”

Kagome jammed her fist against her teeth and tried not to snicker.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Anyway, do you really like her?”

Kagome talked and counseled her little brother until she was sure he would be making a trip to the corner convenience store for supplies men needed for that sort of venture, and hung up with him. She sighed and looked over at the clock on the wall. Inuyasha would be coming home from Onikage Offices soon and she hadn't started dinner yet. Kagome shifted her thighs and crossed them as her desires made themselves foremost on her agenda. She laid one small hand on her inner thigh and moved closer to the edge of her panties. Rubbing lightly, Kagome tried to breathe as her fingers moved into cotton linen and through dampening inner lips. After a few minutes of exploration Kagome was red in the face, and she had her blouse unbuttoned. The clock chimed the hour and Kagome cursed, looking up. Dinner was not started, and here she was fingering herself because her lover was exhausted from work that week.

Kagome made to get up, and stopped. She smiled. Reaching for her cell phone, she punched in the contact for `Lover inu' and hit send. Her boyfriend's agitated voice rang through as he picked up but Kagome ignored his attitude. She merely smiled like a cat in the cream and moved her knees up on the couch, widening her legs.

“How are you feeling, lover?” she crooned. Inuyasha snorted over the connection. Kagome listened to him pant lightly as he must surely be jogging through the buzz of people she heard in the background.

“Not so good, Kagome. Onikage-san is a devil woman,” he complained. Kagome giggled and ran her fingers down into her panties.

“Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Inuyasha. I would worry about getting home if I were you,” she said gleefully. Inuyasha snorted.

“What the hells wrong with you?” he asked bluntly. Kagome ignored his rudeness and giggled throatily.

“I'm just sure I can change your mood about work. Why don't you come home, my love?” she asked. Inuyasha sighed.

“What do you think I'm doing?? I'm trying to hurry home cause I just want…”

“You want to be inside me?” Kagome interjected. Inuyasha coughed and sputtered.

“WHAT!”

“Do you… want…” Kagome sighed and ran her fingers against her damp core. “To be… ah… inside me?”

“Kagome! Why are you saying this over the phone??”

“I know you do,” Kagome went on. “I know you want to be inside me, stretching me deep…”

“Kagome!”

“Stroking me harder than my fingers…”

Inuyasha hunched his shoulders and touched his newly found speed. He ran faster than Kouga ever could, heading hard for home.

“Kagome…” he panted.

Kagome smiled and parted herself with her hand. She gasped highly for effect as she stoked her fires higher.

“I know you do. I know you won't be too tired, you'll just want to…”

The door was knocked open abruptly and Kagome jumped, her thighs pulling together. Inuyasha watched her with a very interesting look on his face akin to ravenous hunger. He barely had the decorum to shut and lock their front door, and kick his dress shoes off in the entryway. Kagome smiled and spread her legs as her young lover trudged up to her. His mouth was open, and she fully expected to see a line of drool hanging from his jaw. She barely had time to set her phone down as Inuyasha dropped his and balanced his weight on his arms at the top of the couch, leaning down over her. He bit her neck hard and Kagome gasped, her legs winding around his hips.

In moments Kagome had his fly open and Inuyasha slid her panties off quickly and thrust his way inside. Kagome gripped his hips with her thighs and whined as her blatant desires wound their way from her throat with incoherent gasps and moans. Inuyasha howled and pumped her hard. His arms trembled above her head as he gripped the top of the couch. Kagome's nails dug into his dress shirt as he slammed her hard, tunneling firmly into her gripping warmth. Inuyasha lifted his head and howled. His peppered white and black hair fell down against Kagome as he screamed. Kagome grabbed his hips and held him deep inside as she came.

Inuyasha's eyes were rolled back in his head as he panted. His legs trembled against the couch.

“Oh, wow,” he panted. Kagome leaned up and kissed him.

“I know,” she agreed. Tetsusaiga hummed happily in the corner of their living room.

 

* * * *

 

Miroku checked the mail on the way into their apartment that night. Onikage Kikyo had been on the prowl again that night and he still wasn't sure what to make of her. In the past, he would have been all for it and gladly would have had the extra curricular activity already. But Sango had made him loyal in ways he hadn't known he could be, and the very thought of touching another woman, even Kikyo-san, made him sick to the well of his soul. He would have died if he did anything to Sango, and he knew the feeling would have been mutual.

The priest's son unwound his tie and wound through the envelopes. The fluorescent lighting on the stairs flickered as he read the names idly on the bills. Finally his fingers thumbed over the manila envelope from home.

`What could Dad be sending me?' he had time to think as he slit the letter open right there with his keys outside his home. Miroku turned the envelope to the side and tapped lightly to work the paper loose. A hard cold circle fell out into his palm with the letter written in elegant characters.

Miroku stared dumbfounded then looked through the letter. He skimmed through the greetings, and settled his attention near the end.

`Son, don't feel pressured about the future and don't fear what will come. Your mother will love you and your Sango even if you do not make that final commitment. Think of this ring as a possibility if you choose to take it.'

Miroku fisted the ring and closed his eyes. Moths danced around his head as they came closer to the lighting above him. Then he pocketed his father's best intentions and carried the mail into their apartment.

“Miroku, you're home?” Sango called from the bedroom. Miroku called an affirmation as he toed his dress shoes off and shut the door. Stepping up from the entryway, he removed his tie and dropped it on the floor. The sight that greeted him warmed his aching heart. Sango sat up in bed resting a book on her rounding middle, her hair tied up in a simple bun. Loose hairs fell against her smooth neck. Kirara curled up around her side, on his side of the bed, Miroku noticed. The longhaired white cat arched her back and hissed. Miroku hissed back.

“Oh, leave her alone,” Sango said idly. She looked up from her book into Miroku's intense gaze. “What is it, Miroku?”

Miroku stammered and gestured, then he fisted his hand at his side. “I was just thinking… about how much I love you here.”

Sango blushed prettily and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “What's gotten into you lately? You've been so quiet and thoughtful and now this.”

Miroku sat on the edge of the bed. Sango bounced slightly with the movement of the mattress. “I did think. And I know I'll have time for the baby's appointment this week.”

“Miroku? Are you okay?” Sango asked. Her heart thumped. Usually she had to prod and poke Miroku about appointments for the baby. Shopping for a crib had taken two weeks, moving in had taken a month. She had had to make herself plan appointments at the doctor's weeks in advance so Miroku would be open to the idea. Now he was regarding her with a thoughtful loving stare that made her melt inside.

“Hmm hmm,” Miroku smiled. He cupped Sango's cheek in his palm and leaned close. Sango closed her eyes and accepted his soft kiss. “I'm fine. Just fine. Everything is going to be just…”

She hugged his neck when he made to pull away.

“Sango, you need your rest,” Miroku protested. But he didn't try so hard to pull back when her soft hands moved over his back. “Sango?”

“I've been thinking, Miroku… things have been so distant between us lately that I thought maybe you would be up to getting closer,” Sango said shyly. Her cheeks were flushed red as she played with the buttons of his dress shirt. Miroku felt his groin pull at her words, but he merely narrowed his loving gaze and kissed her brow.

“I don't want to hurt you, Sango. Things aren't just about sex between us,” he insisted. Sango's fingers carefully unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingertips reverently traced the pale flesh of his pectorals. Miroku swallowed at the tenderness she showed.

“You won't hurt us, Miroku. And I want you to hold me. Please…” Sango said. Miroku held her face in his hands and lifted her gaze to his face. He leaned down and parted Sango's mouth with his fiercely soft kiss. Nothing existed but the stroke of their tongues, the meshing of their lips or their soft breathless moans. Sango stumbled as she tried to climb into his lap and Miroku helped her. His hands held the softness of her round middle as he cradled her on top of him. Several small eons later, Miroku helped her climb off his lap so he could undress. His hands shook as he worked his pants away from his straining manhood. Sango took merely a moment with her maternity nightgown. Miroku's hand swiped between her thighs and carefully skinned her panties low and down her knees and away. His pregnant lover bit her lip at the pleasure his hand momentarily gave and her thighs trembled. Miroku's eyes were soft as he helped Sango straddled his waist.

His large hands held her face up to him for another deep kiss. Sango whined. Her round breasts pressed against his chest, the curve of their child against Miroku's belly. Miroku didn't turn away. He merely smiled, cupped the small ball of their baby and leaned his head way down to kiss her there. Sango touched the back of her hand to her mouth, her eyes filled with tears. Miroku leaned his head higher to kiss her breasts and she moaned. She was slippery and ready for him, but Miroku was relentlessly patient. He had to have been hurting, standing proud and stiff against her pelvis, but he worked her passion higher merely for the sake of loving her.

When Sango finally cried out and strained against him, Miroku's large hands settled around her rounder hips and lifted her. Sango was pleased to see her priest's son show his pleasure as she clamped onto his tip and slid down. His breath caught in a strangled soft moan through parted lips as his eyes closed. Sango clutched Miroku's shoulders and bit her lip. They moved harder against each other, their moans filling the bedroom. Miroku leaned his head back on the pillows and panted. Sango leaned down on top of him and kissed him.

“Oh, be careful, the baby,” Miroku heard himself say. Sango chuckled and kissed him again. Her nipples were still hard against him.

“I haven't heard you say that,” she wondered. Miroku brought his arms around her waist and squeezed. Suddenly everything seemed so right.

“I think it's about time you heard it then,” Miroku said quietly. He would keep the ring secret until he decided to give it away. It would look beautiful on Sango's finger. Sango hummed and cuddled against him. Miroku held her close.

 

 

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Rin leaned back in her chair her legs curled under her. Sesshomaru leaned back against his bed and watched her sleep. He looked through the letterheads and memo's Myoga-san had left him with his one hand. He carefully shifted the stiff papers so as not to rustle them and awaken his lovely. Rin spent so many hours with him trying to please his stay at the hospital. Sesshomaru shook his head and let his white hair fall around his shoulders and out of his eyes. One letterhead caught his attention and he tried not to growl as he carefully read the contents of the typed kanji.

`Takahashi-san, it is to my grave concern that we learned of your accident and hospitalization. We pray for your quick recovery and that any negotiations between our companies go smoothly…'

Sesshomaru's gaze went red and he crumpled the stiff paper between his fingers. His sharper nails shredded the paper easily. Onigumo Inc.'s logo fell to pieces on the sheets covering his lap. The Takahashi heir reached for his cell and flipped it open quietly. Rin stirred as he punched in send.

“Myoga-san? Sesshomaru. Onigumo is making his move.”

 

End for now

Well how did this one go! I haven't posted for such a long time because I wanted to be focused and study for my GED test. Half the test is done, the other half will be completed on Saturday. My fiancée is flying in Friday to see my family and pack my stuff up. I can't wait.

The next update could be anytime, I don't know. Moving to a new state to be with the woman I love, could take awhile.

I remain, most sincerely yours, penpaninu 8/06/06