InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Insert Code ❯ Insert Code 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Summary: Her marriage is falling apart while her obsession with diamonds persists. But there is a problem with the safe, what will these complications bring her? 

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, blah, blah. Bottom line is I'm doing this for fun, not for money. 

 

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The day Higurashi Kagome got her first real present was also the day she started treasuring diamonds immensely. Heart-shaped, perfect cut, and wonderful, wonderful glimmer. Her eyes would shine whenever her amazingly handsome beau would give her a ring or a medallion made of one of the finest materials.

 

She was not shallow, no, but she couldn't help the discreet tremors she felt whenever she wore diamonds.

 

“Honey, you are the best,” she said sweetly, her voice wrapping him like a seductive, slithering snake; Ookami Kouga was unable to resist her charming nature. His fiancée was a desired woman and he was proud to be her first and only. They had been friends for over two years until he'd got over his initial hesitation and asked her what he'd meant to ever since he'd known her.

 

Kouga was well-known for being very straightforward with women in general; he always simply told them what he wanted from them, but Kagome had changed him. He'd found himself unable to be that frank with her. She was just so fragile, so beautiful, so perfect. He couldn't dare upset her with his possessive streak, so he waited. They became friends - it had been an easy feat, too, because there was no person Higurashi Kagome held prejudices against. Then he'd asked her to `be his' and surprisingly, she'd said yes.

 

“I know, thanks,” he replied confidently, thinking back to a time when he'd stuttered in her presence. The day he'd popped the question had been one of the most nerve-wrecking but exhilarating experiences of his life, he was so glad she'd said yes.

 

He'd do anything for Kagome, he really would, because there was no other that could make him laugh like that, there was no other that could understand him better.

 

“I've already told you,” he added, “you don't have to keep asking me. If you want something just say so. My father has all that money for a reason, you know,” he flashed his perfect, wolfish teeth that turned her on so much. Her feet turned into jelly as her lips parted just a little, showing him just how attractive she was. But he didn't need a reminder, he always knew it.

 

She takes my breath away.

 

He was glad he had so much money, because his fiancée was a little materialistic, but that didn't mean she loved him any less. He could deal with this, he accepted and loved this part of her - it was what made her Higurashi Kagome.

 

`Ookami Kagome soon,' he thought with a grin.

 

There was no better lover than Kagome; no one could push his buttons quite like her. He'd known from the moment he'd taken her virginity that she was the only one he could ever touch and enjoy, was he supposed to be this happy? Was he supposed to be so lucky?

 

“I told Akitoki-san you are going to call him later, I hope you weren't planning on ignoring him,” Kagome pouted cutely, just like she always did. It turned his insides into mush, he really couldn't think of a more endearing view - his soon-to-be wife was his entire life.

 

He hated that stupid Hojo, he was such a boring, spineless geek, but he had to stand him because his father said so. His father had the money, Kagome wanted the diamonds, so he needed the old man to provide the cash. It wasn't like he had any respect for the one who'd helped give him life, he didn't deserve it anyway, but if keeping Kagome happy meant swallowing his pride, then he'd gladly do it.

 

Kagome knew it, too, which made for more blowjobs and less foreplay. He wasn't good at that shit, anyway, and if she didn't mind it, then why'd he bother?

 

“No, it's alright sweetie, I don't mind.” But he did mind, and it really pissed him off, though he wouldn't show her this. He'd go to the bathroom and punch the sink to vent his annoyance and then he'd tell Kagome his knee accidentally collided with something to explain the noise. Kouga would surely find a plausible excuse, he was pretty good at that.

 

She's so beautiful today.

 

And she was, just like any other day, but on this particular day her eyes sparkled with life and her ring finger held the shiny proof of his infinite love for her.

 

She always made him feel so special, too. He could clearly remember how touched she had been and how much she'd cried when he'd brought her her first present ever: diamond earrings. Ever since she'd become obsessed with the little devils, but it didn't matter. He loved her. He'd stay by her.

 

Forever.

 

So when she came down the aisle wearing that gorgeous, simple, white dress and diamonds glinting from ever corner imaginable, he said Yes without a doubt. And so did she.

 

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How had her life changed so? Was she a bad woman for being like this?

 

She missed the old days when she and Kouga would sit silently under the moonlit sky and let the stars judge them, when they were sick of people calling her a tramp and an opportunist only because he had money and she didn't. They had both known their hearts, they had both felt the same things, why was it always hard for society to recognize that true love did exist?

 

But it doesn't.

 

No one could be more certain of this than Ookami Kagome herself. She'd hoped life would bring her everything she needed; she'd thought she wouldn't miss the love, the caring, the little attention, all those gestures that showed her he cared.

 

He - her husband, the legendary Ookami Kouga.

 

His father had passed away, leaving him as a sole heir to a fortune. An entire fortune he shared with her.

 

Yes, she admitted, she had a weakness for spending money on completely useless things like those diamonds she wore anywhere - it was becoming her trademark - and it was so horrible. She'd loved her husband so much, she'd valued him greatly, but it hadn't been enough. In the end it hadn't been enough.

 

Now she found herself even more revolting as she realized she didn't care. None of this mattered.

 

So what if her husband was cheating on her with countless, unknown women? So what if everybody knew about it?

 

She didn't think about returning the favor for one second, though she kept using his money carelessly, it was her obsession. At some point in their marriage, she'd become less interested in Kouga and more consumed by the money and the diamonds. At night she dreamed of being a queen, of having as many diamonds as she wanted, of being buried in the little, shiny things her heart loved so much.

 

Was she weird? Was this wrong?

 

It surely is.

 

But she didn't care, did she?

 

There were moments when she felt sorry, when she regretted doing this to him, regretted pushing him away. He still loved her, that much she knew, but when his wife wouldn't give him the attention he deserved for being a good husband it was only natural that he'd look elsewhere.

 

And I don't even care. Does that mean my love died? Does it mean I don't care about him at all?

 

It sounded much worse than she really felt.

 

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“Welcome home, Kouga,” Kagome greeted lovingly, putting on that sweet smile she reserved for him as compensation. But he didn't even look at her, merely grunted in response.

 

He's upset.

 

Of course, naturally, he was displeased. They hadn't been together as husband and wife in over six months; that was a long time, wasn't it? Kagome thought about giving herself to him this night, but she felt distinctive shivers travel up and down her body, why was she so against the idea? It was not like she didn't find her husband attractive anymore; it just felt wrong to be with him. Almost like they didn't have any connections, like there was no relationship.

 

There is no relationship.

 

“Do you want some oden?” She'd made some, it wasn't often that she cooked, but when she did he would get very happy. Maybe tonight would be the same?

 

He turned to look at her her, fire glinting in his eyes. She knew that look, she'd recognize it anywhere.

 

“I want something else,” he said, taking a few steps towards her, his predatory side resurfacing. She thought about all those women he was with, weren't they enough to satisfy him sexually? Did he still need her to fill that gap that she knew persisted?

 

She backed away a bit, as much as to show him her real wishes.

 

“I want you,” he insisted, and she knew she had no option than to give in to him. “You're my wife,” he continued, “my body and soul, shouldn't you be in this with me?” Those questions were so true, she knew it, but why did she feel so repulsed? No, not repulsed, but very, immensely against the mere idea.

 

“Okay,” she said simply, as if it was her chore, and he blinked for a second, but the desire was greater than the offense; he really needed her.

 

So when he undressed her quickly and pushed her against the wall she didn't object. When his hands raked down her spine, she said nothing, just let her body enjoy the torture. She allowed herself to take pleasure in this; it was with her husband after all, and she'd loved Kouga at some point in her life, hadn't she? Yes, she had, very much so. Now the passion was gone, leaving behind nothing else but routine.

 

He was quick, probably because of the pent-up frustration he finally vented. Kagome was glad she didn't have to let him thrust into her against that very wall more times. She watched him zip his jeans, he hadn't even taken his clothes off, and he looked like he was debating whether to dress her or not.

 

“I can do it on my own,” she told him with a tender voice; she really did not want to anger him further. He'd got his treat, he didn't have to spend more time with her, did he? But she knew his wishes, she knew how much he wanted to just be with her.

 

Like the old days.

 

She missed the old days, but… Kagome just didn't want to relieve them.

 

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“Are you sure this is safe?” she looked around, this bank really seemed very secure, should she really trust them? Kouga had told her she should, they had his complete trust.

 

“Trust us, Mrs. Ookami, Omega Dealings Bank is the safest you will ever find.”

 

Somehow, she wasn't sure about that, but it didn't hurt to try, did it? She could trust them if they could give their best services.

 

“Thank you. Here is what I need to be deposited…”

 

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The world sucked. Every little part of it, especially the one with his brother making his life a living hell. He couldn't wait to go to America and get rid of his annoying sibling, when had they ever got along?

 

Keh, probably never.

 

Kikyou would be so happy to see him, that woman was so amazing. He liked her, she liked him, they were good together.

 

Everyone says that.

 

He thought so, too, because all the other girlfriends he'd had were dull, unintelligent, unlike Kikyou, who was so mysterious, so gorgeous, so great. She didn't mind that he had so much fame as a co-owner of the largest construction companies in all Japan, she didn't care that girls followed him everywhere. She was amazing like that.

 

Of course, their relationship was non-exclusive, he'd never had it differently and he realized he wanted things to stay like this.

 

Sometimes he wondered about the kinds of men Kikyou spent her time with, were they better-looking than he was? Did she like Americans better? Or did she hook up with Japanese there?

 

He missed her sometimes, especially when those silly little girls couldn't satisfy him enough in bed. He never slept with sophisticated women, they tended not to let go of him and it was harder to dismiss them afterwards, they were clever.

 

His phone rang and he prayed it was not Sesshomaru.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Honey?” he heard on the phone. Yes, it was her, Kikyou, the wonder in his life. Her voice was so soothing, so sexy.

 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, trying to sound as casual as possible. Truth was, he'd missed her truly.

 

“Inuyasha, when are you planning to come?” He heard some apprehension in her voice and took it as anxiousness to see him.

 

There were little things that could be compared to Kikyou's allure. He smirked, “Why? Miss me?”

 

She didn't answer, but then again, he hadn't expected her to. “Where are you?” she asked next, seeing as he didn't intend to tell her anything.

 

“I'm at this bank, the bastard made me come here and deposit something. Wait a second, baby.” He put the phone away to discuss the details about the services.

 

“If something happens to this, you realize bad things are going to happen to your bank, don't you?” Inuyasha threatened, smirking when the man became a bit nervous. Yes, he had that effect on people.

 

“Of course, sir, we are aware of that,” he said shakily, but gave him some papers to sign. “I suppose Nakayama Sesshomaru-sama asked you to do this, did he not?”

 

“It's none of your business,” the younger brother answered snappily, he didn't need anyone mentioning his asshole of a brother now. Distant noise reached his ear and he realized Kikyou was saying something.

 

“Oh, sorry baby, I had something to discuss. What were you saying?”

 

It was obvious that Kikyou was ticked off. “Can't you just tell me when you're coming? I really want to talk to you about something.”

 

He was going there this very week, in three days exactly, but why would he tell her that? It would be a surprise, she loved surprises.

 

“Neah, it's not fun to tell you,” he joked, looking at the man offering a pen for a second then took the pen and signed the rest of the papers while smiling through the receiver.

 

“I really want to talk to you about-”

 

“Kikyou, wait a second, I've got to do something.”

 

He loosened his red tie with black dots and handed the papers, taking the sheet with the code to his safe. It was 357120.

 

“Do you have a copy of this?” he asked the kind man.

 

“Of course, Nakayama-sama, but you should try not to lose yours,” the man advised.

 

“I'm not an idiot. Now… where is the safe supposed to be?”

 

“Right this way,” the man urged.

 

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Kagome looked around, how much was he going to take to bring her those papers? Around her, there weren't many people at his early hour, which was odd, but she didn't think much of it. There was only an elegant woman waiting at another counter, two old ladies and a little girl - probably the granddaughter of one - and a fine-looking man in a suit, loosening his red tie with black dots.

 

She wanted to sign the papers already, this was ridiculous. If these were the kinds of services they-

 

“Sign here, Mrs. Ookami,” he said, pointing the pen where she was supposed to sign.

 

“Thank you,” Kagome said testily. She'd spent ten minutes here already, why couldn't they hurry up? She signed quickly, why did they need so much paperwork?

 

“Here,” she said when she was done.

 

“Thank you, here is the code.” She took the sheet of paper with the code written on it and tried to memorize it. She was good at that.

 

357120.

 

“Come this way,” the man said, leading her to the safe. She was amazed at how large the room was; she could easily get lost in it. Her safe number was 45. She opened it and thrust the bag with jewelry as far as it went. It made her feel safer, because you couldn't even see it unless you knew to look for it.

 

She closed the safe, inserted the code and tightened her hold on the bag as she followed the man to the exit. Distantly, she hoped Kouga was right about these people.

 

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Safe number 45. Inuyasha opened it with the code, all but threw the precious object inside and closed it. Just like that. He was done. Sesshomaru could kiss his ass for all he cared.

 

“Thank you for choosing Omega Dealings Bank,” the man intoned as Inuyasha stormed past him. He put the phone back to his ear to hear Kikyou sigh softly.

 

“I suppose I can't postpone this any longer, can I?” she said quietly, which kind of puzzled him. He was curious now, what was she talking about? “You're not going to tell me when you're coming, are you?” she asked and this was the first time Inuyasha had heard Kikyou sound so frail.

 

“Has something happened? If you really want to know,” he'd tell her, there wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for her. Well, except an exclusive relationship; again, he wasn't into those.

 

“No, it makes no difference,” she interrupted. “I have something to tell you.”

 

“Can't it wait until I come over there?”

 

“That is what this is about,” she said, so no, it couldn't wait, he deduced.

 

Inuyasha sighed, “Fine. Tell me. What happened?”

 

“I want us to end,” she said simply and he was forced to take the phone away from his ears, look at the small screen, and check if it was really Kikyou whom he was talking to.

 

Then he snapped, “What?!”

 

“I knew you were going to take this badly,” she sighed in distress. “I can't wait for you Inuyasha, especially when I know you don't want a true relationship.” She sounded so dejected.

 

Is that what this is about?

 

He changed his mind. For her, he'd do the exclusive thing. He'd only have her. He could do that for her.

 

“Listen, Kikyou, I can change, I swear I can,” he pleaded for another chance, hoping she'd take him back. This couldn't be happening. The streets were noisy, but he couldn't hear anything else but the sound of her voice.

 

“No, it's too late.”

 

He'd really thought she was okay with their relationship.

 

“It's not! It's really not. Look, I'll come live with you, I'll be just with you, I swear,” he really didn't want to lose her.

 

Then she told him the most dreadful thing.

 

“Inuyasha, I found someone else.”

 

That was deafening.

 

His insides lurched; suddenly, he couldn't breathe.

 

“His name is Suikotsu, he's a darling, and he's Japanese. You have to understand me when I say I'm in love and Suikotsu can give me what I want. What I need. You couldn't do that, Inuyasha, you couldn't fill that gap, so I'm leaving you. I'm allowing you to have a normal life without this strange relationship we've had.” Her words were smooth, her voice was so… calm. How could she be so calm?

 

She's thought about this for a long time.

 

The realization hit him like a crane, how could she do this to him?

 

“Fine,” he said, trying to keep his desperation out of his voice. “Fine, Kikyou, if you want it like this, then so be it. I don't care,” he assured her, but he did care, it broke him in half.

 

“Thank you, Inuyasha,” she said and hung up. She hung up and he knew he wouldn't hear her voice again.

 

This world sucked big time.

 

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A/N: I just got this idea and hurried to write it down. I hope you'll enjoy this story, it will be pretty short. Please review and tell me what you think of it.