InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into the Night ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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

This story is a real quickie, I am updating fast. Make sure you don’t skip over a chapter…

Sesshomaru’s cell phone rang for the fifth time, and after glancing at the display, once again he decided not to answer. He had spent way too much time with his mother. It was well after noon. The little overseer’s cottage got really hot in the afternoon. There was no air conditioning, and not even any television for her to watch. His computer wasn’t hooked up to the internet. It wasn’t even loaded with a single game of solitaire. The computer was old, and he had removed anything that wasn’t business related, hoping to gain a modicum of speed. He winced, realizing the refrigerator didn’t hold anything but a couple six-packs of St. Pauli Girl*. Maybe there was some Dos Equis*. And a lime, which might or might not have gone bad. He was up at dawn, and always ate with the ranch foreman, Miguel, so there was no sense in keeping food around.

Kagome didn’t have a cell phone, so he couldn’t call her. He had spoken with Mrs. Higurashi about getting her one on several occasions, but the woman had insisted it would just distract Kagome from her studies.

He reached over to the dash, and flicked on the classic rock station. He preferred classical music, but the radio didn’t bring in many stations, and the truck didn’t have a cd player. The speakers did kick ass, however.

“Beth I hear you calling,
But I can’t come home right now.
Me and the boys are playing,
And we just can’t find the sound.
Just a few more hours,
And I’ll be right home for you.
I think I hear them calling.
Oh, Beth, what can I do?
Beth, what can I do?”

His cell phone rang. It was his father again. Nori had been so concerned about the Taisho’s reaction to finding out what he had done, she had almost forgotten her disappointment at learning her grandchildren would be hanyou. Seeing the powerful and willful demoness reduced to a state of fear and paranoia had made him a little worried, himself. Father had always told him that having someone to protect made a male stronger. Sesshomaru found that it made him feel more anxiety-ridden, not more powerful. He decided to pick up, this time.

“Sesshomaru.”

“Father.” Thus far, the conversation boded well. If his father had found out about him and Kagome, he would be bellowing by now.

“Myoga called. He wants to set up a meeting with you to go over some papers.”

“Thank you for letting me know, Father. I’ll make sure to get back with him.”

“By the way, Sesshomaru, the bar needs stocking. Any chance of your picking up a few things?”

“You say you feel so empty,
That our house just ain’t a home,
And I’m always somewhere else,
And you’re always there alone…”

“Sorry, Father, but you’ll have to get…” Thankfully, the cellular gods chose that moment to interrupt his service.

“Just a few more hours,
And I’ll be right home to you.
I think I hear them calling.
Oh, Beth, what can I do?
Beth, what can I do?”*

Sesshomaru let the speed edge up a little. The truck was old, but it hugged the road, solid as a rock. He had a woman to get home to.

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“Okay, guys. Here’s the plan. You head up to the shrine, and check with Kagome’s mom. Chances are, Kagome’s back home by now, and there’s nothing to worry about. If she isn’t, make sure Mrs. Higurashi doesn’t get it in her head to call my dad. The last thing we need is a wild inu on a rampage.”

“You can say that again.” Miroku knew all about how crazy the Taisho could get. He would never forget the day he had referred to Izayoi as a ‘MILTF’.

“Call and let me know what you find out. I’ll start sniffing around the perimeter of the shrine grounds, and see if I can pick up Kagome’s scent.”

InuYasha** bounded off, eager to begin his search. The afternoon air was hot, and the heady scent of citrus in bloom interfered with his tracking ability. Grasshoppers chirped loudly in the tall grass. Every ten feet or so, he had to stop to let out a powerful sneeze. At this rate, he was going to break a fucking rib. It seemed like hours went by, and his cell still hadn’t rung. He checked the display. He had plenty of bars, and no missed calls. He had resorted to sniffing around on all fours when the phone finally went off. “Yo. Sango. Wazzup?”

“Kagome’s mom says she hasn’t seen her all day. It was pretty easy to convince her not to call your father. I think she’s afraid of him.”

“Ya think?” No shit. Who wasn’t afraid of riling up old Darth Taisho*.

“I can’t believe that woman won’t let Kagome have a cell phone. Does she think this is the dark ages or something?”

“Or something. Dad has her thinking she’s still living in Japan, in the feudal era. Listen, I haven’t had any luck picking up Kagome’s scent yet. This pollen is killing me. Why don’t you find ice prick, and see if he’s seen her. She’s always had a crush on him, maybe he’s got her riding around in that piece-of-shit pickup truck with him.” Thinking that she might be with his half-brother made him seethe. She spent way too much time hanging around that stuck up asshole. He flipped his phone shut with a snap.

“InuYasha says we should check with Sesshomaru, see if he’s seen Kagome around. Any idea where we should start?” Miroku might know where to look for Sesshomaru. He was one of the few people who actually liked the guy.

“He usually gets most of his running around done in the mornings, when it’s cool. There’s a good chance he’ll be in that old barn he uses as a shop. He’s been doing an awful lot of repair work on the farm vehicles lately.”

Sango climbed into the driver’s seat of the Mercedes*. Unlike most of their classmates, Sango did not come from a rich family. Like Bankotsu, she had been given a scholarship to their private school based on her athletic prowess. Under Affirmative Action, schools that engaged in competitive sports had to have both human and demon athletes. So humans with unusual athletic abilities were highly sought after, and courted by competing high schools. Driving the Mercedes made her female side feel like Paris Hilton*, and her warrior side feel like Vin Diesel*. She waited while Miroku carefully fastened his shoulder harness. “Pussy.”

“On the contrary, my dearest Sango, I simply realize how pumped up you get any time you get a chance to drive one of the Taisho’s vehicles. Why, I remember like it was just yesterday that time Inu Papa sent you out to pick up hotdog buns in his Hummer*…” He was cut off, mid ramble, when she shoved her foot down on the gas pedal. The big suv sashayed as she set it bombing down the road toward Sesshomaru’s shop. “Sango, you made me bite my tongue again.” He whined.

Minutes later, Sango pulled up in beside the white Dodge pickup parked outside Sesshomaru’s shop. She jumped to the ground and hotfooted it inside, Miroku following closely at her heels. He did not want her left alone for even a moment in the company of the powerful demon. Sesshomaru brought out Sango’s aggressive side. The two mixed about as well as oil and water. Or gasoline and an open flame.

“Sess-sho-ma-ruuu!” Sango came to a screeching halt. Miroku, who had crashed into her from behind, peeked over her shoulder to see what had brought her up short.

“Oh, hey Miguel. We were just looking for Sesshomaru.” Sango had overlooked the fact that Miguel drove the exact same make and model pickup as Sesshomaru. Both vehicles had been purchased at the same time, and the only difference was that Sesshy’s truck had more miles on the odometer, and Miguel had installed an awesome sound system in his.

Miguel smiled angelically at Sango. He got a real kick out of the high school girl, and was glad that Miss Kagome had such a devoted friend. “Hey there, Miss Sango.”

“Hey. What’s with the Miss Sango shit?”

“Just jerking your chain, Miss Sango. I haven’t seen Sesshomaru all day, which is really unusual. Why don’t you check at the overseer’s cottage? Could be he got tied up with some paperwork, or maybe he is hiding from the Taisho, or something.”

Sango tapped her teeth with a chewed-off fingernail. She didn’t want to waste valuable time running all over the ranch looking for Sesshomaru. The place was frickin’ huge, and if he was hiding out from his father, she’d never find him. She pulled out her cell. “What’s Sesshy’s cell phone number, por favor?”

“555-1212.” Miguel went back to wrenching on the tank sprayer.

“The number you have reached, 555-555-1212, is not available.” Sango snapped her phone shut. She pivoted on her heel, dogged closely by Miroku. They got back in the Mercedes, and took off for Sesshomaru’s cottage.

Kagome had woken up about three in the afternoon, wrapped around Sesshomaru’s pillow. It smelled divine, like bleach and fresh air and sunshine, with the faint whiff of wisteria flowers, the scent which seemed to linger anywhere he went. She rolled out of bed and hobbled into the bathroom. ‘I’m going to have a talk with Sesshy when he gets back. I think he broke me last night…’ The bathroom in Sesshomaru’s house, which, upon reflection, was most likely her house, now, as well, was tiny but immaculate. She used the toilet to pee, then cranked on the hot water in the shower. Peeking inside, she saw a pure white bar of Ivory Soap* and two humungous plastic bottles of Pantene*. She grabbed the clean white washcloth she found folded neatly by the sink. ‘I bet it takes a lot of shampoo and conditioner to keep all that hair nice.’ Kagome reflected, as she scrubbed her own scalp with the opalescent white shampoo. Fortunately, there was no sign of a razor, or she would have borrowed it to shave her legs. She was too young and inexperienced to have learned that lesson, yet. She finger combed a glob of conditioner through her hair. She didn’t have a toothbrush, so she rubbed her teeth with the washcloth, considering herself very resourceful. It was the first morning ever that she had skipped brushing and flossing. Sesshy was proving to be a bad influence, on so many different levels.

Exiting the shower, Kagome found Sesshomaru’s brush. Like everything else in his house, the brush was immaculate. There was not a single hair trapped in its bristles. She could tell it was expensive. It must have been a present from his mom. Unlike InuYasha, Sess didn’t have many nice things. Sess was just Sess, and she liked it that way. A minimalist. Self-contained.

She looked around to see if he had left her a note. She knew he went to work early, and stayed late, and he never took a day off, so she wasn’t worried. Just hungry, and thirstier than hell. On the way out to the front porch, she stopped by the kitchen and peeked inside the refrigerator. Just beer. In one corner lurked a shriveled lime. She opened the freezer, which was just a tiny box inside the main part of the ancient refrigerator. The ice cube tray was empty. She grabbed a beer and went out on the front porch. She had been deflowered by a demon, woke up alone in his bed, failed to brush her teeth, and now she was about to drink her first adult beverage, all in the space of about twelve hours. ‘Way to go, Kagome!’

She drank her beer, which was ice cold and wet but tasted and smelled nasty, and brushed her hair, sitting out on the old front-porch swing. After a while, she got bored, so she went inside, hoping to find a book to read. There was an unpainted bookcase against one wall of the kitchen. It held a ton of bound computer printouts pertaining to the operation of the ranch. The topmost shelf held a bunch of big, hardbound textbooks from when Sesshomaru went away to ranch school. She thought she had hit the jackpot when she spotted a solitary mass-market paperback. “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance*.” Hmmm. She picked up the book, wishing it was a historical romance, grabbed another beer, and went back to her perch on the swing.

She was really getting into the book, feeling as though she were learning something about the man, err, demon she loved, and getting a buzz on from the beers, when she saw a cloud of dust closing in fast. “Sesshy.” She breathed. She made out a flash of red. “InuYasha”. Shit. Damn. Fuck.

The suv screeched to a halt in a shower of gravel, and out hopped Sango, followed closely by Miroku. Kagome waited for InuYasha to come piling out, and when he didn’t, she smiled in relief. “Sango! ‘Roku! What are you doing here?”

Sango ran up to Kagome, hugging her tightly. “Thank god you’re here, Kagome.” She backed off, and noticed that Kagome was dressed in her nightgown. “You got some ‘splainin to do, girl.”*** Miroku stood back, a lecherous grin on his pretty face. He couldn’t wait to hear Kagome’s explanation.

“Sit down and I’ll get you two a beer!” Kagome chirped. She ran inside, only limping just a little, and came back out with three cold ones. Miroku looked at his Dos Equis. “Got lime?”

“There is one in the ‘fridge, but I don’t think you want it. It looks kind of like Master Jaken’s wrinkly green head!” Kagome broke out in a fit of giggles.

“Does Sesshomaru let you drink beer?” Sango asked, in an outraged tone. She didn’t think about the fact that she had been trying to get Kagome to drink since they started ninth grade together.

“It is one of the rules I live by, you know. Don’t ditch school, brush and floss twice daily, balanced nutrition…” She looked hopefully at Miroku. “You guys didn’t bring any snacks, did you?” He shook his head no. “Remain a virgin until I graduate from high school and marry InuYasha…”

Her two best friends were staring at her, mouths agape. Sango waded in. “That’s kind of why we were looking at you. You never ditch school.”

“There’s a first time for everything, they say.” Kagome answered nonchalantly.

“And you didn’t brush your teeth, or eat breakfast or lunch, either?”

Kagome shook her head. “Nope.”

Miroku interrupted, eager to get to the good part. “Obviously, you are drinking beer. Thank you for sharing, by the way.”

“No problem”.

“So, does that mean that you are no longer a virgin, either?”

“Nope. I mean yep. I mean…”

Sango listened in. Her face was growing redder and redder.

“That damn Sesshomaru! What is he, like, five hundred years old or something! What the hell was he thinking!”

“Sango,” Kagome whined. “We’re in loooovvve….”







*St. Pauli Girl, Dos Equis, the Band Kiss, the song “Beth”, Star Wars, Mercedes Benz, Paris Hilton, Vin Diesel, Hummer, Ivory Soap, Pantene, and “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” are all the property of their respective corporations.
**‘InuYasha’ and friends are the property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz Media.
***Thanks, FangedBeasty, for that line.