InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ Serving the Colonel and Surviving the War ( Chapter 6 )

Learn to Trust

Chapter 6

Serving the Colonel and Surviving the War


I opened my eyes a second before the alarm went off. I slammed my fist on the snooze button but made no other movement. I closed my eyes debating on if I should stay in bed for five more minutes or get ready for work. Work won out in a heartbeat and I slowly got up. I walked over to Bankotsu’s dresser and bent down, opening up the bottom left drawer.

I kept some of my clothes at Bank’s and Jake’s house for times like this or when I needed to crash at a place away from my beloved parents.

I pulled out a pair of boxers and a plain long black shirt and my tooth brush then closed it. I walked to the bathroom stopping by the hallway closet to pull out a towel and rag. In the bathroom, after locking the door, I stripped out my clothes and bandages and quickly hopped in the shower. After a seven minute shower I hopped back out, replaced my bandages, put on my clean boxers and black shirt, and threw on my jeans that I already wore picked up my clothes and threw them in the laundry bin with Bank’s clothes. He knew his shit from mine, besides I was smaller then him, not saying he was fat but muscular where I was lean, and half starved.

Once I brushed my teeth I went back to Bank’s room, put my toothbrush back, I fixed the bed and threw on my boots. I walked to the living room where Bank was sprawled across the couch watching Triple X, I looked around.

“Where’s your brother?” I asked.

“Out fucking.” Bank answered. We both shuddered at the thought of Jakotsu and some guy fucking each other brains out. Just because we were both okay with him being okay didn’t mean we had to like it. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” I answered throwing on my hoodie. I walked out the door as Bank turned off the TV and followed me out.

The car ride was a quiet one, only the sound of 50 Cent’s Candy Shop played on the radio was the only sound coming out the car. As soon as it ended we were there, at the place where I worked.

“Want a ride home?” he asked me as I opened the door grabbing my bag. I shook my head.

“Nah, I need the exercise.”

“It’s a good mile and a half, from your house.”

“What’s your point?”

“You’re working an eleven hour shift.”

“What’s your point?”

“Plus you look like shit.”

“What’s your point?”

“Get the fuck out my car.” Bank laughed, I smiled and we pounded fist. “Call if you miss the bus.”

“I won’t miss the bus.” I answered getting out the car. I waved as he drove away. I turned and looked at the building were I worked. KFC, or Kentucky Fried Chicken.

I wanted to snarl at the sight. I hated this job with a full blown passion. I got the job two years ago, with some help that I rather due without. The reason I didn’t quit is obvious I needed the money and the job paid well. When I first started working it was at six dollars an hour, but now I’m making about 10.25 an hour, plus I was the assistant manager. How can I get a position like that in such a short time, while others been there longer? Easy, I fucked the head store manager, literally.

I walked in the place, and went directly to the office without much as saying anything to anyone. I pulled out a uniform from a small drawer in the desk and closed the office door. I don’t care if it’s a policy that the door had to stay open; I quickly changed into my work clothes and then my work sneakers. They were slip resistance; you needed them in a place as greasy as KFC. I put my Tim’s and my clothes my bandage that was on my hand in same drawer, and closed it. The door opened when I was braiding my hair back and securing it with a rubber band.

I didn’t even turn to the door as I put my hat on.

“Why do you think you don’t have to follow the rules?” A feminine voice said from behind me. I didn’t even have to turn around to know who was talking to me.

“Because I don’t, Rachel” I answered going to the computer, and to the sign-in screen. I signed my self in. I could have done it by the cashing machine but I didn’t want to today.

“If you want to keep your position you would.” Rachel answered. I turned to her and smiled. Rachel was the manager of the store.

She was a sexy thing standing at 5’7’’ with black hair that stopped at her shoulders. She had beautiful light golden brown skin, with the eyes to match. She was thick, with curves in all the right places, my favorite place being her size 38 D cups. I loved fucking her in the office after closing, I’m guessing since she keeps coming to me, so does she. I also guess it’s also because her husband doesn’t satisfy her enough at home.

Did I neglect to mention that she was a married 30 something year old? Keh, oh well, it’s not going to change the fact the she is. She was so called ‘happily married’ to some Caucasian guy, but I guess she isn’t so happy and happen to have a thing for Asians.

I guess it’s questionable why someone like her would want to work at a dump like this? Another easy question, she started working here when she was sixteen and she dropped out of school, she been working here since. She says its good pay. I guess it has to be when she’s getting paid about17-something an hour, and gets about 55 hours a week automatically and get paid every week.

“YASH!” Rachel screamed waving her hand in my face. I pushed it down, “I said, you got into another fight?”

“Hey, I knew you weren’t as stupid as you looked.” I laughed leaving the office and going back the kitchen.

“Who kicked your ass this time, so I can pay them to do it again?” she answered back following me.

I waved to a few co-workers as I put a plastic apron that they provided. “I bet you would, but you wouldn’t use money to pay them would you?” I smiled at her.

“I knew I saw you on some corner, Rach.” Ricky a Puerto Rican cook said from behind me.

“Only making sure you was out there making that money like I told you.” Rachel answered back.

“You would know how to make that money huh.” I said laughing and washing my hands

“Yeah, and she was practicing with you.” The drive window operator, Jennifer a cute black chick, added.

“What mad that is wasn’t you instead?” I asked her, raising my eyebrows up and down in a flirtatious way

“You wish.” She laughed, “Go ahead with your order, when your ready.” She said going back to the customer in the headset. We all started working. I started flouring some chicken, while Ricky was taking the crispy chicken out the fryer. Rachel went to answer the phone in the office.

Work was most fun I had in my life, besides hanging out Bank and Jake. Here we were always laughing a having some kind of fun, weather it was insulting each other daily, talking about sex, flirting with each other shamelessly, making fun of people, or just talking about who knows what. It was a good break from real life. The only thing I hated about the job is it was more stress than I needed in my life.

First problem, the head honchos always wanted shit to be perfect. Always with the making speed, customer service bullshit, if it wasn’t perfect then a meeting would be called and the managers would hear a load of it. And don’t get me started on LAST, if gods forbid someone got an order wrong, it meant; Listen to the customer when they complain to you about the order even if you knew they were lying their ass off. Apologize for the problem, no matter how much you want to smack the shit out of the customers. Satisfy the customer’s order by fixing the whole thing. And Thank them for giving you a chance to fix the problem and bringing it to their attention. Like I said, it’s a bunch of bullshit.

Second problem, our KFC is in the ghetto where there is nothing but ignorant people of all races. Half the time I wanted to smack the shit out of people when they try to tell me how to do my fucking job. Plus seeing how I dislike people most of the time, it didn’t make it any better. Then sometimes the workers don’t want to show up for work and then I may be told to come in one my off day which I value with my life. Or if I’m already working that’s more work for me.

Third problem, being an assistant manager gives you a shit load of work. Not only do sometimes I have to open or close by myself. I have mad papers I have to check over, count chicken stacks to make sure numbers match up. Make sure everyone does their own work correctly. Make sure the money is all there without stealing, KFC will sue your ass if you steal. It’s stress on stress. The only times when I’m grateful for being an assistant manager are when I get my pay check and when I fuck Rachel after everyone is gone and we’re stuck closing.

I never said we were a holy KFC.

My KFC where I work at is practically an orgy fest. We talk about sex everyday, call each other hoes and shit, everybody at least fucked one other person in this damn store. Well not Jennifer, she was still a virgin, she was only sixteen, but hell I even made out with the girl. She’s fun to kiss, and then you can play with her DD’s. Its funny how none of us every caught anything. I know I’m clean I get my ass check every month at the free clinic, I always play it safe. A lot of workers know about me and Rachel, but don’t know that it’s the reason I have my position, though most of them aren’t dumb, but they keep quiet as long as we give them good raises.

I never said we were a fair KFC.

We were also a multicultural KFC too. We had Black, White, Asian (one other besides me) Spanish, and even one Native American. We were all cool with each other enough to make fun of each other races and know not to take offence of it. We were tight and all respected each other. To an outsider it sounded like we hate each other and did nothing but rag on each other all day long, but that’s the way we are.

We have a policy, what happens in KFC stays in KFC. Most of us are cool with each other have often have no problems. If someone has a problem we mostly try to squash it without any blood lost. If there is one person that we all hate, mostly not Rachel since she hired them, then a lot us try to get them fired. A lot of us just make a bunch of complaints about that person to 1-800-CALL-KFC; enough complaints will get anyone fired. We have done it plenty of times before.

I never said we were a honest KFC.

These people are my crew, but it’s mainly an at-work-thing. I don’t hang out with any of them outside the job. I keep my home and school life away from the place as much as possible. They don’t know what’s going on at home and I intend on keeping it that way.

I never said I trusted people at KFC.

“Hey, Yash,” yelled Yura, she a front counter cashier, who was the other Asian in this store. She had short black hair and a petite body. Her obsession, along with Jennifer, all though Jennifer not as much; was my hair. Yura had an obsession with hair, I guess that why she planned on opening a beauty/barber shop. Jennifer just told me she find men with long hair extremely sexy. I guess that’s why we made out more than once.

“What is it?” I yelled up at her as I was writing time tags for the chicken.

“We’re all out of oven roasted breast fillets can you put more in?”

“Yeah” I answered putting the tag on the rack and putting it in the window.

“After you done with that, can you throw in some popcorn chicken?” Jennifer asked me with a gentle smile. I nodded back to her. She was my favorite person in the store, mad easy to talk to and knew when to leave me alone. Plus she was fun to argue with fun to aggravate and fun to watch when she was going at it. Mostly fun to make out with.

Work that day was the same as any other day. Bitchy ass customers, who complain every hour about stupid as shit such as not getting a enough gravy one their mash potatoes or chicken was to greasy, which was stupid because first of all my chicken is always perfect and second of all, it’s fast food what the fuck to you expect a healthy chicken or a fucking dry ass chicken. Or a table being dirty, well it’s not our fault if the last customer left the table a fucking mess and we’ve been too busy serving your ass to get to it right away. Anyone ever here patience is a fucking virtue? Goddamn-it all.

Plus I was hot in the fucking kitchen all night long doing nothing but cooking chicken and shit. I know one thing; I’m cleaning the fryers while Ricky is cleaning every dish in here. The person who does the fryers are usually out first because we stop cooking at a 12:15 and we close at one. Besides I have to help close; wink wink.

The only thing that made up for it was a fun crew to work with, and too much work to care for to do. Time pass by fast but not fast enough.

I looked up at the clock that was against the wall it read nine o’clock, that mean for a while customers would slow down for a hour or two before picking up at eleven. I finished putting some chicken in the original fryer and pressed the timer. Looking around the store I noticed that the only one in the store was me and Jennifer, I smiled. She was finished up and order. Rachel went to some other KFC to drop off some things of macaroni and cheese because they ran out of the night and they won’t get a refill on supplies until the tomorrow. We had plenty to spare. Ricky, and Yura was outside smoking a cigarette and Ariel, the only white chick working tonight, went home which was around the corner for her break.

So it was only me and Jennifer, time fore some fun. I walked over to her as she hopped up to sit at the drive threw window. No customers were around and the camera was only on the front counter.

“Get your ass from down there.” I said folding my arms. She looked at me as if I was stupid.

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Make me.” She said defiant and folded her arms. I smirked at her and grabbed both her sides, she squealed seeing how she was very ticklish. My smirk only grew as I pulled her off the window, looked around making sure no one was coming and pulled her in the office. She pushed herself away from me, letting out the frustration that I liked when she got aggravated and started to walk out the door. I stopped her by putting my arms around her waist and pulled her against from my chest. I licked her neck her, another weakness of hers, and she melted in my arms. She rubbed her nicely shaped ass against me which was making me hard. I turned her around pushed her against the door about to kiss her when-

“Hello?” yelled someone from the front counter. Jennifer ducked under my arms and went to the front counter to take order from a couple of customers. Looks like I’m not going to kiss her tonight, but now I felt sexual frustrated and couldn’t wait till I had Rachel on her knees.

The rest of the night went along as usual, we insulted each other, sung songs with the radio, watched Ariel, Jennifer, and Yura all dance with each other to the songs, while me and Ricky was cheering then on till Rachel decided to act all bossy like she does when closing time rolls around. I got frustrated when customers decided to come at the last minute, just before we closed and order a lot of food when we only had a little bit. I ended up having to cook some more. After that we happily closed at one o’clock am and not a moment to soon. Everyone cleaned and did what we normally would do, fooled around.

After I finished with my machines and the floor I spent the rest of the night adding up the money together and getting drawers ready for the next shift as Rachel counted stock. The rest of them finished up and soon left.

I counted the money three times before I put it in the computer, adding to memory to curse out Jennifer for opening up a two rolls of pennies just because I aggravated her enough and then when she said she would do it I told her she wouldn’t dare, and she just had to prove me wrong.

After finished counting it and making a mark the Jennifer draw was perfect, which earned her a sicker, no I’m not lying or being sarcastic. If any of us got something like that we get customer service sticker. After I was done and put the draws back in the safe. I went in search for Rachel; I still had some frustration that I needed to release.

I found her in the back room counting the boxes of plastic plates, I left her alone to finish counting and went around making sure the doors, and window was locked and everything was cleaned. When I was done Rachel was in the office waiting for the finish paper work to print. She finished early, good that mean enough time for me.

I walked up behind her put my arms around her waist. She squeezed my hand and turn around to face me. In an instant my lips were over hers, she was wearing apple flavored lip-gloss that I licked up. I started to lift up her shirt when she stopped me.

“Wait.” She said panting from our kiss, pushing her shirt down.

“What” I said kissing her neck.

“I’m on my period.” I stopped and backed away. I sighed, I don’t really care if she was lying or not, just the idea or her being on it was enough to stop it.

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Sure.” I said taking off my work shirt, I was wearing my black shirt under my work shirt. I pulled off my work pants and replaced them with my own jeans and Timberlands.

“How about you drive while I make it up to you.” She said pulling out the printing pages.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” I asked not really thinking.

“You’ll see.”

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My hands were shaking on the wheel; the car was parked on the side of the rode a block or two away from my house. I looked over at Rachel who was still laughing thinking that shit was funny.

“You-you a fucking crazy ass bitch.” I said prying my hands off the wheel. “You’re lucky we didn’t get stopped by the police.”

“I told you to stop, but no you wanted to keep going.” She answered putting back on her seat belt. “We’re almost to your house, go on. I want to get home and take a shower, I smell like KFC.”

I didn’t reply but nodded as I put the car in drive and drove the car the rest of way home, my mind thinking about what the fuck just happened.


~~**Flashback**~~

I pulled out of the parking lot in Rachel’s car. I learned how to drive when I was about 13, the only thing my father ever taught me. As I was driving along, I noticed Rachel unbuckling her seat belt.

“What are you doing?” I asked her momentarily looking at her while trying to keep an eye on the road.

“Just keep your eyes on the road.” She said and leaned over to me. First she my neck which was okay, but then she started to unbuckle my belt on my pants.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Shh, I told you I’ll make it up to you.” She said and moved to the button on my pants. She pushed opened it, since my pants were baggy as fuck they all she had to do was open it and there was my dick in my boxers.

I sucked in a sharp breath when she pulled out my hardening cock and started pump it. I felt her smile against my neck. She kept that up, and I couldn’t help but buckle into her hand. Her hand was nice and soft and warm, it felt good.

“I’m going to-” I breathed out, trying to keep the car straight. The next thing she did took me by surprise. She moved her lips from off my neck and the next thing I knew I felt her hot breath over my 9 and a half inch cock. I swerved the car. Rachel sat up and held on the chair.

“Calm down.”

“What the fuck?” I asked her, stopping the car.

“Just relax, I got this.” She said kissing my neck again. “If you don’t feel like you can control the car and yourself then pull over.”

“No, I’m good.” I said, starting to drive again. She slowly bent back down and I felt her mouth engulf my hard dick. I jerked the car by accident but soon kept car steady as Rachel pumped her mouth on my cock. I moaned, and bucked into her as best as I could with the seat built still on me.

I took the back way streets knowing less cops are likely to patrol there, doing this shit was illegal. I don’t need any more trouble with the law.

She started sucking me faster and harder, funny it seemed like the car was speeding up but I could no longer concentrate on the road. I moaned out her name, and she started playing with my balls. That was the straw the broke the camel’s back. I released cum right into her mouth. My body locked automatically which sucked ass because my foot was on the gas. We jerked forward. I screamed not sure if it was from the orgasm or the fact that I couldn’t move my leg from the gas and my hands could barley avoided the cars parked on the street.

Rachel looked up and moved back to her seat in a hurry,

“Let go of the gas.” She said.

“What?” I asked not really comprehending anything. She came over to me and pulled my leg off the pedal; I reacted and slammed on the breaks, lucky she had one hand on the dashboard and the other on wheel. My seat belt held me back and she jerked forward a little.

I didn’t say anything. Rachel sat back in her seat and sighed.

“A-are you okay?” I asked shaky over what just happened.

“Yeah,” She answered nodding. “You?”
“Yeah,” I said started the car back up and finished driving toward my house. I turned a corner my house being four blocks away. I heard shuffling from Rachel, risking a glance at her, I realized what she was doing.

“Bitch, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked not believing she was about to do it again. Any other time fine, now hell no, I still had plans to make. I still needed to graduate before I died. And I don’t want to the police to find me dead with some bitch head over my dick.

“You’ve got cum all over you.” She said moving closer to me. I stopped the car again, we were about two blocked from my house. She took this time to cover over me and lick my cock from my cum. Despite the fact almost being killed by this I couldn’t stop myself from getting good head. She was finishing up when I heard a police sirens coming toward us.

“Fuck.” I gasped pushing her away from me and stuffing my dick back in my boxers and pants. I was thinking that the cops say what happened a few blocks ago and was coming to get my ass.

Rachel looked back in time to see the cops speed by us and kept going on. She looked at me and busted out laughing.

“What the fuck is so funny?” I asked bucking my belt.

“Your ass,” She laughed, “You should have seen your face.” She laughed some more.

“Y-you a fucking bitch, you know that?” I asked grasping my car wheel trying to calm my nerves; damn even my hands were shaking.

~~**End Flashback**~~

I pulled up to my house and got out without another word to Rachel as she climbed over the seat. She honked at me as she drove off and I went to the place I called fucking home. I opened the door which wasn’t locked. Good thing we don’t have anything to steal, I thought to myself as I locked the door behind me.

I hated this part of coming home, I really was wishing my parents were passed out drunk. I really don’t need anything to end such a bad day.

When was my life ever easy thought?

I walked in the living room to find it empty. Maybe I was in luck and no one would be home.

“Mom, Dad.” I called. I walked to the steps cautiously, gripping the railing in case my father jumped at me and pushed me down the stairs. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

I made it to the top, almost to my room, there I would lock the door and be home free for the night. I slowly walked to my room holding my book bag in my hand in case I had to use it as a weapon, I’m actually glad I had the heavy text books with me. I got to my door and sighed; I opened my door open and smiled.

“Where the fuck have you been boy?” asked my drunken father. I guess he heard me; he was now coming up the stairs. I had options. I could dash in my room and lock the door before he could get to me, the problem with that is that he would end up breaking the door down then that would no longer be my escape haven. I could try to calm him down by talking, that was useless as telling a bull not to rampage on your ass. I could have run to the bathroom door then he could break that down and then beat me even more for it.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath, “I just got out of work.”

“Work, where’s fuck at?”

“You know KFC.” I tell him this every night I work.

“That’s why your ass stink like that shit?”

“I guess.” I answered holding my tonguefrom saying he smelled like alcohol and smoke. He reeked.

“Did you bring home something?” he asked. I hated when he asked that. He don’t even like the food there.

“No, we ran out.” I answered truthfully.

“You lying to me boy?” he asked stepping closer.

“No Sir.” I asked trying to keep the hatred out of my voice. I stepped back.

“Do you think I forgot about this morning, when you were getting smart with me.” He asked changing the subject.

Truth be told I hoped he did forget about that. I shook my head. He came to me and slammed me against the wall. I cringed when my head hit against the wall.

He slapped me hard across my bruised cheek.

“Now tell me, who the fuck you think you were yelling at.” He screamed at me

“No one.” I answered. He pulled me forward and slammed me again. I whimpered at the pain.

“You obviously were yelling at someone, was it me?” he asked softly. I knew what it meant when he spoke soft after he yelled at me and I prepared for the worst.

“No Sir.” I answered. He back handed me across my face sending me to the floor.

“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME.” He said and kicked me in my stomach and curled up, but that didn’t stop him. He started to stomp on me, hitting my arms, my side, my head, and my legs. It was only my luck he was wearing sneakers and not his boots this time. “DON’T–stomp–YOU–stomp–EVER–stomp –RAISE–stomp–YOUR–stomp–VOICE–stompR 11;AT–stomp–ME.” I didn’t hear anything else as I blacked out.

I woke up a few hours later still in the hall way. I slowly crawled to my room after about ten minutes of getting to my knees. I closed the door and locked it. I relaxed against the door before I crawled my way to bed all aware of the small amount blood that I was trailing behind me. I somehow managed into my bed and kicked off my new dirty Tim’s, damn another pair lost. I managed to climb up to my pillow before I gave away to darkness.

Look’s like I won’t be at school for a couple of days, I thought as the darkness once again engulfed me.






A/N:: So there you go, more angst like I promised. First I really wanted this story to have more diverse people so I was happy with my characters. I guess you all probably wondering how I knew so much about working at KFC…sad to say I worked there most of Yash’s KFC is based on mine…though the manager was bigger than Rachel…hehehehe ….n I never had sex with anyone there never…made out with…only one person ..but I’m not a slut. And we really do treat each other that way name calling and stuff. It was the only way we stayed sane in the store.
And the war from the title is the one at home, if you didn’t get it.

~~~***Much Love- Story***~~~


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Disclaimer::: I do not own Inuyasha, yet, other character such as Rachel, Ricky and Jennifer are mine, Yura not mine. I don’t own KFC, thank God to that one. Lol