InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into the Night ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

“Hey, chica! Want to go on a date?” Kikyo stuck her nose up in the air, but swung her hips proudly as she strutted down the cracked concrete sidewalk. The block she lived on was of wooden construction, two-story structures put up sometime in the 1920s. The beat-up buildings housed businesses on their lower floors. Apartments occupied the upper stories. She and her mother lived above a beauty shop. She pulled open the glass door and was surrounded by the harsh chemical scents of permanent solution, hair dye, and cigarette smoke. The dark paneled walls were covered with faded posters, showing hairstyles that had not been popular for at least a decade. A vestibule occupied one corner of the little shop, with a steep flight of sagging wooden steps leading to the second floor. Balancing on her high heels, Kikyo pulled the keys out of the Juicy Couture handbag she had talked InuYasha into buying for her. She used the smallest key to open one of the two little mailboxes bolted to the paneled wall. She pulled out a handful of envelopes. Bills, bills, and more bills.

Her heels clacked as she made her way up the stairs. There was a small landing, with two doors. She used a big old-fashioned skeleton key to unlock the door marked with a tarnished metal ‘2’. Home sweet home.

Urusue sat slumped over the card table where they ate their meals, smoke spiraling upward from a cigarette held between two of her gnarled fingers. Kikyo threw the mail on the table in front of her mother.

“You’re home early.” The voice was deep and rich. Their landlord, Naraku, was sprawled on one of the folding metal chairs. As usual, he had situated himself in a dark corner as if hiding from the light that came in through the dingy window.

“I had a rotten day.” The linoleum floor felt sticky beneath the soles of her shoes. She opened the refrigerator, making sure to give Naraku a good view of her ass as she leaned over to look inside. She pulled out a loaf of Wonder Bread and a big jar of Jif. She set them on the counter and efficiently set about making peanut butter sandwiches. “Is the kid around?”

‘The kid’ was Sango’s younger brother. Lately, he had become Naraku’s little lackey.

“It’s just the three of us, my darling.” Urusue ground her cigarette out. The chipped saucer she used as an ashtray was full of lipstick stained butts.

Kikyo poured three plastic tumblers full of dark red Kool-Aid and set them around the table. She cut the sandwiches into neat triangles, and arranged them on paper plates. “One for me.” She placed a plate before the only empty chair. “One for you.” She put another in front of her mother. “And three for our lord.” Her shirt gapped open as she bent over the table. Looking into the shadows, she tried to determine if Naraku was impressed. He gazed back at her, his eyes glowing red. Making promises for later.

“So, have you made any progress with your beau?” Urusue asked in her best attempt at a girlish voice. The effect was ludicrous, given the deep crevices carved into her forehead and cheeks. The light that made it through the dirty window threw her face into sharp relief, making it look as though the tip of her pointy chin was trying to meet the end of her long, hooked nose.

Kikyo sat on her folding chair, and put her elbows on the table with a gusty sigh.

Naraku leaned forward. “Don’t tell me the half-breed is proving resistant to your charms, Kikyo.”

“It’s that wretched girl Kagome’s fault. InuTaisho and Izayoi are practically forcing her down InuYasha’s throat.” She took a big bite out of her sandwich, then threw it down on her plate in disgust.

“Don’t wrinkle your forehead, dear.”

Kikyo shuddered, considering the possibility she might someday come to resemble her mother.

Naraku laughed his dark laugh. “Don’t worry. That’s what plastic surgeons are for.”

She wondered, not for the first time, if he could read her thoughts.

“You are certain Kagome has not given herself to InuYasha?” Her mother asked.

“Definitely not! That girl is so virginal, she squeaks when she walks!”

Naraku and Urusue both giggled. Urusue got up and opened a kitchen drawer. She rummaged around, emerging triumphant with a cellophane bag. She hunched her way back to the table, sliding the bag so it came to a stop in front of her daughter.

“Halls?”

Urusue cackled with glee. “Pop one of those in your mouth next time you give the half-breed a blow job.”

Kikyo’s mouth was a thin, grim line. “His parents already have him halfway convinced I’m a whore!”

“A man likes a woman who knows what she’s doing. God knows, I do.” Naraku was not telling the truth. While Kikyo got him hard, and he used her to sate his lust frequently, he was repelled by her knowing ways. The girl thought she had invented sex, and Urusue had convinced her that her pussy was plated in 18-karat gold. It was Kagome that he saw as he pounded into Kikyo. Good thing he had disciplined himself to always call the women he fucked “baby”. In the dark, they were all “baby”, but in his mind, they were all Kagome.

Kikyo reached across the table to grab her mother’s Newports. The old lady saw what she was up to, and smacked her hand sharply.

Huffing, Kikyo got up and stalked to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going, girl?”

“Out.” She felt guilty. Her mother had given up so much for her to have a good future. The plastic surgery, private school tuition, uniforms and textbooks, all cost a bundle. “I’m just going to the corner to buy some smokes, mama.”

Naraku fished around in the pocket of his jeans, coming out with a fat money clip. He didn’t just own the building that housed the beauty shop and their apartment. He owned all the buildings on the block, and had an interest in many of the businesses. He peeled off a couple of twenties. “Pick me up a box of Marlboro’s, and a fifth of Jack while you’re at it.” He knew she was underage, but the proprietor of the corner store owed him, big time.

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The toad drove through the dusty afternoon streets, cruising for girls in short skirts. He always drove the Bentley. Lord Sesshomaru had arranged to have it customized for a handicapped driver, so Jaken could handle the big car in spite of his own diminutive stature. Behind the wheel, he almost felt like a real man.

He had been driving aimlessly for hours, covering every street in the little town over and over. If he were asked, he would have declared it a waste of time, and headed for the Taisho mansion. But he was not asked. Lady Izayoi never asked his opinion about anything.

His mental ranting was interrupted as he took a double take. A girl sashayed down the sidewalk, teetering on precarious high heels, purse swinging jauntily from her arm. Bingo!

“Lady Izayoi, Lady Izayoi, it is her, the little whore!”

“Pull over. And keep your trap shut, Jaken. I won’t have you messing this up with your big mouth.”

“Yes, milady. Anything you say, ma’am. You can count on my complete….”

“Just. Shut. Up.” The beautiful woman growled.

Jaken’s annoying voice died off into an indistinct whine as he rolled the car to a stop beside the girl.