InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ Headache Inducer ( Chapter 17 )

Learn to Trust

 

 

Chapter 17

 

Headache Inducer

 

 

I sat in one of the many chairs with my face in my hands and groaned at the headache that was climbing due to Kikyo's on going rambling. I peaked through my fingers and saw her add another suit to the rack that had about twenty suits already. I think there are more of the same kinds on that rack, but she insisted they were all different.

 

I sighed in my hands and thought about how this day of leisure, as Kikyo so annoying called it.

 

 

****Flashback****

 

“So you got me to listen to you, now talk.” I said sitting across from Kikyo in the limousine

 

“Well Inuyasha,” Kikyo began causal enough. “As I told you, I'm like you're secretary. I set up your schedule to fit your time and any appointments Naraku wishes you to make.”

 

“What makes him think I want a secretary?”

 

“It's not up for discussion, believe me.” Kikyo smirked before opening that damn manila envelope.

 

“How long is this going to take, I have to get to school?” I sighed leaning my head against the leather seats. I heard Kikyo's paper shuffling stop and I looked up at her. Her face was scrunched up in confusion; she stared at me as if I had grown a second head.

 

“What?” I asked cautiously.

 

“How many fingers am I holding up?” She asked holding up three fingers.

 

“What does that got to do anything?” I questioned her.

 

“Never mind, I just didn't take you for the kind to have weekend classes.”

 

“I don't why?” I asked slowly, wondering where she was getting to this.

 

“Well Inuyasha,” she calmly replied, placing the papers on the side of her, “today is Saturday,”

 

“It is?” I asked surprised, I wreaked my brain trying to retrace these last few days. I got nothing but blank.

 

“Yes, I guess when they said that you were bashed up; they forgot to mention that you were a little slow on details.”

 

“I am not a little slow on details,” I growled defensively, “I just got the days mixed up.”

 

“Do you have to work at that chicken place today?” Kikyo questioned.

 

“How do you know about that?” I hated how she knew about things in my life.

 

“Well, Naraku knows just about everything about you, from medical files and school grades, to where you work and when you don't have to work.”

 

“Then you should know if I had to work or not?” I answered sarcastically.

 

“I like to confirm.” She gave an annoyed smile and picked up her papers again. “Do you or do you not have to work.”

 

“As of now, not really, unless they need me.” I replied.

 

“Good, this means we can get everything done this morning then you can go home and get some much needed rest.”

 

“Rest,”

 

“Yes, let's not beat the bush, Inuyasha; you look like a terrible mess.” She replied and replaced her sun glasses over her eyes.

 

“You try coming out of a fight looking good.”

 

“Yes, well I didn't ask for your excuses now did I?” she bitched out, and then grabbed the limo phone. “John takes us to Macys.”

 

“Right away Ms. Eri,” the driver replied and Kikyo hung up the phone.

 

“Why are we going there?” I asked not liking it. She took off her sun glasses and looked at me with an are-you-kidding-me look.

 

“Well let's get some things straight. My job is simple as I was telling you before you interrupted me. I am to set up you appointments and make sure you look the part. And telling from your, uh- disgusting wardrobe” she said with a disgust look on her face, “you do not have the proper attire to impress anyone.” She then took out a cell phone.

 

“What the hell does is that suppose to mean?” I seethed at the girl.

 

She looked at me bored and rolled her eyes; she folded her arms and sat back in the leather seat. She then spoke with a stuck up attitude that I immediately hated.

 

“Please relax Inu. I'm not going to change you're little uh image- or what ever you call it I'm just going to heighten it. When you are in Naraku's presence or anyone that's important for that matter, you have to look and obtain a certain jene se qua.”

 

“A certain whata say whata?”

 

She chuckled and leaned into me, “Jene se que, it's French. It means you have to have a certain attitude and act a certain way when you meet the right people Inuyasha. The way you talk to me, that street talk, you can't talk to when you're around distinguished people it's not proper; but we'll handle that later. Today, first we get some food into you, you look a little scrawny-“

 

“I'm not scrawny.” I yelled out.

 

“Yes you are, hence why we are getting some food in you.” She picked up the phone again. “John, change of plans, take us to Friendly's.” she hung up again.

 

“Friendly's? Last time I checked that wasn't a distinguished restaurant.”

 

“What can I say, they have great food.” Kikyo replied writing in what looked like a day planner. “Anyway, after breakfast we'll go to Macy's and get some clothes and shoes for you. Then off to a hair saloon, we can go to Jimmy's, that's where Naraku goes to. I'm sure he'll see you.”

 

“WHAT?” I barked at her, she jumped slightly and stared at me, surprised from my outburst.

 

“Calm down, we'll just get you a hair cut, guys don't have hair that long these days, well except for Naraku. Short hair, perhaps to you shoulders, would look good on you.”

 

I growled and jumped at her. I pushed her into the back of the seat and brought my face inches from hers. I could feel her fear erupting from her in waves, but she disguised it well with a frown. My hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into the seat even more so.

 

“Listen and listen to me good bitch.” My eyes narrowed and I gripped her shoulders tighter; she winced. “No one and I repeat no one is chopping up my hair, I will kill anyone who comes near my hair with a pair of scissors. I like it this length and I will keep it this way. Is that understood?” I growled out lowly, when she didn't answer I dug my nails into her shoulders and she whimpered “Is that understood, Kikyo Eri.”

 

“Crystal, Inuyasha Taisho.” She mustered out with anger.

 

As fast as I attacked her, I pulled away. I sat in my seat and looked out the tinted window. She said some other shit, but I paid her no mind. If she noticed it, she didn't say anything. She was probably still freaked at what just happed. She opted to just answer the phone which started to ring.

 

My mind, how ever was on what just occurred. In truth I surprised me too. When she mentioned a hair cut, I snapped. All I could think of was the beating that I received when I cut my hair all those years ago. Ever since then I been anal when it came to getting a hair cut, not wanting to live that avoidable pain. I just never expected myself to act so viciously about it. I guess the responsible thing to do is apologize to Kikyo about it and put it behind us.

 

I looked over at her, she was arguing into the phone and I remembered how she practically called me a lowlife thug without class, and insulted my clothes which I happen to like.

 

Oh well, I guess people are right when they say I'm irresponsible, I chuckled to myself.

 

“INUYASHA,” I jumped and turned to Kikyo who was halfway out the limo door. I raised an eyebrow in question. “Are you hungry or not, though in my best experience it's best to eat before a day of shopping.”

 

“Whateva,” I replied climbing out behind her, grabbing my cane. She was waiting outside. I stepped past her and continued on my way to Friendly's being lured by the smell of the place.

 

“Inuyasha...” Kikyo said in a sing-song voice.

 

“What now?” I asked turning to her.

 

“Lesson one; a gentleman always escorts a lady into a place of leisure, by him offering her his arm.”

 

“It's not a place of leisure, its Friendly's.” I said as matter of fact, I pointed to the big red sign.

 

She walked up to me and placed her hand on her hips, and leaned at me and poked me in the chest. “That is not the point, Inuyasha.”

 

I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, and momentarily pictured Kagome doing the same thing to me earlier this week. I shook my head to clear the image.

 

“Whatever,” I mumbled and started walking again.

 

“Inuyasha.” She replied as if she was trying to keep her rage in. I rolled my eyes, though stopped and offered her my arm. “Much better.” She said grabbing onto my arm lightly.

 

We walked, well she walked and I limped against my cane, the rest of the way to the door and I noticed she smelt of heavy perfume, and I turned my head in disgust. I hated when girls smelt like they put on too much perfume, it make my eyes water and my nose sting.

 

She stopped at the door and I looked down at her, she glared at me and I rolled my eyes.

“I need my arm,” I stated obviously, she let go of my arm, and I opened the door for her.

 

This is going to be a long day,” I thought as I followed her in.

 

Breakfast was one argument after the other, all over how many suite and shoes I needed. I growled and started two at the most, who cares; they all looked the same to me anyway. Kikyo insisted more, one for each event that I'll be going to. She said that everyone will notice if I wear the same one over again and it would look bad on Naraku's part.

 

After about this half our argument, we got back on the topic of my hair, she wanted me to at least have it washed and the split ends trimmed. She wouldn't stop talking about it until I gave in, reluctantly.

 

Next, she wanted me to quit my job at KFC; I put my foot down on that one. I refused to and told her that they would just have to work around my school and work schedule. She agreed angrily and I smirked that I won at least argument. But this happy little fact didn't stop the headache that pounced on me by the time we left.

 

The only good thing about breakfast was the food, and they messed up order, so if I say that was the good thing, then an idiot could tell how much I enjoyed the whole thing.

 

Afterward we headed right toward Macy's and Kikyo was like a kid at Disney World, her eyes lit up and her smile was almost warm, I even had to smile at that. The smile was wiped away when she dragged me from racks to racks holding out pants, jackets, shirts, ties, onto my frame.

 

I wanted to wring her neck, but I decided the safe move to make was to sit down in a chair and wish for this day to end. When pulled an empty rack with her I screamed in my hands.

 

****End Flashback****

 

“Come on Kikyo, enough, this is fine.” I said pulling my face from my hands. She looked at me in surprise, as if she just now realized that I was there. I would have laughed if I wasn't so annoyed.

 

She sighed and put back the yellow silk shirt she was holding up and came to sit next to me. We stared at each other, transferring how annoyed we both were through our facial expressions.

 

“Look Inuyasha, what I'm doing is preparing you a new image, for the political and business world.”

 

“This is getting annoying Kikyo, I'm exhausted and I want to go home.” I chuckled at this, in truth I wasn't going to go home, I just wanted to get the hell out of here. “Besides you've got like twenty thirty suits, half of them are the same.”

 

“Are you crazy?” She asked me surprised, “None of those suits are the same.”

 

I stood up and walked to the rack of chosen clothes and picked two identical suits. Both were navy blue, same style, same buttons and cliffs. “They are the same.

 

“They are different.” She took them from me. “This one is Armani and this one is Chaps.” She went to rack and pointed out some other clothing. “Abboud, Euro Jhane Barnes, Primo Bill Blass, Stacy Adams, all different.”

 

“Are you fucking with me?” I yelled with a disbelief chuckle. “You are fucking insane. They all are the same, just different name brands.”

 

“Each name brand has its own unique style, anyone sophisticated would know that.” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

 

“That is such a fucking bratty answer.” I put my fingers on my temple trying to will the pain away.

 

“It's the truth.”

 

“I don't want it.”

 

“It's not about what you want; it's about what's going to be. You're getting them and you're going to wear them. And I don't care if you like them or not.” She turned from me and walked away. I rolled my eyes and went in another direction.

 

“Don't get lost; I'm only going to grab a tailor to take your measurements so we can have these suits customized for you.”

 

“Keh,” I replied and walked around. I glanced at some suits and then over the dress shirts. I picked out a red one, which looked like it didn't need a tie and held it up to my body and looked in the mirror.

 

I frowned at my mirror image. I wasn't cut out for this fancy pansy shit. I belonged in clothes that kept me blended on the street, anything fancier than that I should be put out of my misery.

 

“That looks good on you.” A feminine voice said from behind me. I turned and was shocked at seeing Kagome. “I always thought red was your color.”

 

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

 

“I work here.” She answered holding up a measuring tape to emphasize her meaning. “What about you? What happened? Yesterday you...”

 

“I got arrested?” I offered, and she nodded. “Well I know people in high places; they managed to get me off with probation and community services. They work quick.”

 

“Okay, that answers the first of many questions, Inuyasha.” She said softly. She walked closer to me and took the red shirt and placed it back on the rack. She turned back to me and grazed over my body. “You're injured.”

 

I backed up, from her and shrugged. “So, a lot of guys get injured. It's the way of life, Ka-Go-Me.” I looked at more clothing and she came to stand next to me again.

 

“Yeah, yet they get injured over plausible reasons, Inuyasha.”

 

“Fighting is one of them, and anyone can do that in jail.”

 

“But I don't believe that happened in jail.” She pointed to the cane. “I don't believe that happened fighting anyone in jail. Why do you let this happened, why not leave?”

 

I turned to her and chuckled. “The same reason, you have this unexplainable urge to stay in my business. I can't help myself.” I started looking around for Kikyo, I wanted to tell her we can come back another day, cause now, I really did want to go home.

 

“You should be in bed,” Kagome said after a minute of silence, “not up and about looking for clothes with my cousin.” She leaned against the wall that was behind her, she looked away from me.

 

“Wait, cousins?” Kagome nodded.

 

“People say, we look so much alike we could be twins. Though who knows seeing how we were born on the same day, just by different mothers, they were sisters. Why are you with her?”

 

“Is that question number three,” I joked, I looked at her and saw her in the mood for no jokes. “She works for the people who helped me get out of jail. They want to me work for them in exchange for helping me.”

 

“She works for Naraku Onigumo, and he's just plain evil.” Kagome answered. We stared at each other in silence.

 

“Honestly Kagome. I asked you to come over here and size him up, not chat. That's not what you paid for.” Kikyo came interrupting the silence that developed between us. “Well, are you going to do it, or stare at me like a fish?”

 

“I'm getting to it.” Kagome said, grabbing my hand. She slowly took me to the dressing room and handed me a black suit with a red silk shirt underneath. “Put these on for me, Inu. I need to see how they look on you and what needs to be adjusted. Take your time.”

 

I nodded and followed her finger toward in the dressing room. It took me about ten minutes to finish getting dressed and I still didn't have the damn tie on straight. When I finally opened the door I was surprised to see Kagome standing there.

 

“Kikyo wanted me to bring these to you.” She said holding out a red silk eye patch and a black cane with golden rims on it. “She said that if you have to go around looking disabled then do it with style. Don't worry I told her about herself.”

 

“Whatever,” I said taking the patch from her and reaching back to untie the one that was one.

 

“Is it bad?” she asked me worried.

 

“What, my eye? Don't worry; I still have my eye ball in it, but a bad cut that makes blinking hell.” I threw my eye patch on my pile of clothes that I left in the dressing room and put the other one. Then put my can next to the door.

 

Kagome lead the way to an area that was surrounded by mirrors and foot stool was in of them. Kagome helped me step on the stool and then fixed my tie.

 

“Not bad, not bad at all.” Kikyo said walking around me. I felt like an animal on display, by the way she was judging me. “I would like to give you a hair cut,” I glared at her, “yet you already voiced your displeasure in that idea, so a wash and trim would be good enough.”

 

“Why would you want him to get a hair cut? Inuyasha always looked great with long hair. For as long as I remember he had long hair, it suits him. I can't picture him with anything else.” Kagome voiced her opinion.

 

“Oh that's right you go to his school, don't you Kaggy. You know what he looks like daily”

 

“Don't call me that, Kikyo.” Kagome replied dryly, and then turned to me. “Can you balance without your cane?”

 

I nodded, and let her take my cane away to the side. She then made me hold my arms out and started taking measurement, and every few minutes writing the numbers on her writing pad.

 

“Honestly Kagome, I don't know why you won't come with me and work for Naraku, you won't have to worry about things like school and jobs like this, and you'd have plenty of money. Plus it would be nice to have my favorite cousin working by my side.”

 

“Please, why would I want to quit school?” Kagome said kneeling down in front of me to take my leg measurements, “I actually want an education, Kikyo, and make something of myself, unlike some people I don't want the type of help you had to get the position you have.” Kagome turned to Kikyo momentarily, “Tell me something Kikyo, how is Naraku handling you-I mean handling business these days, still a crooked politician as always?”

 

My mouth dropped at Kagome's sarcastic statement. Was Kikyo sleeping with Naraku? Wasn't Naraku like thirty or forty something and Kikyo was like sixteen or seventeen Kagome just turned seventeen and she said her and Kikyo was born on the same day. Is that how she gets by? I can guess where she received those diamond earrings in her ears. Though picturing Naraku and Kikyo together made my stomach turn.

 

“What Kikyo, you don't go to school?” I inquired, instead of asking the obvious question I wanted to. Did you fuck Naraku?

 

“Who needs school, when school is going to lead to the job that I already maintain? I just happened to skipped ahead.”

 

“More like slept ahead.” Kagome muttered, but I heard her and chuckled. Kikyo glared at Kagome but said nothing about it.

 

“I take if from the hostility, that you don't get along.”

 

“We hate each other.” The two cousins in question replied in unison.

 

“Gotcha,” I said slowly.

 

“So, Kaggy, are you done yet. You're taking time that we cannot afford to waste. You're not paid to chat.”

 

“Just finishing up, Kikho,” Kagome said standing up and helping me down. “Though I don't see why you want to custom make any. This suit fits him perfect.”

 

“I'm not asking for your opinion, Higurashi.” Kikyo snapped.

 

“I'm just giving it, Eri.” Kagome put the writing pad away. “They'll be ready sometime next week, someone will call you. You can pay then. Do you want the eye patch and cane now or later.”

 

“Later is good, I don't need him messing them up.” Her phone started ringing and she turned away to answer it.

 

“Hey.” I protested, yet was ignored. Kagome grabbed my arm and led me to the dressing room.

 

“Who's paying for all this stuff?” I asked.

 

“I don't know, probably Kikyo.” She answered, unlocking the dressing room door where my stuff was.

 

In that case, “Hey, do you think you can have this cane engraved with my name, and get me a patch to match every shirt Kikyo insisted on getting me, but with the letter i stitched in it cursive.”

 

“It's gonna cost a lot.” Kagome pointed out.

 

“So, I'm not paying for it, and if I get shit she likes then I want something I like.” I said crossing my arms.

 

She smirked and nodded, I handed her the gold rimmed cane and then the patch. She glazed at my bruised face, before she turned away once she realized that I knew she was staring.

 

It took me another ten minutes for me to get undressed and back into my street comfortable clothes. I went back out and I waved goodbye to Kagome as Kikyo led me out.

 

Next she took me to Jimmy's, where they washed my hair, mindful of my damaged scalp. They were mindful of it after I cursed out the one who was washing my hair. Kikyo kept her word and only gotten me a trim where they trimmed off my split ends, as they say. This only took a better of an hour, believe me I thought it was torture the whole time.

 

After that, Kikyo brought my lunch and took me home. Earlier I planned on going to Bank's house, but I was too exhausted it. I ignored my parents inquisition about where I been, I however mumbled Naraku's name and they left me alone, not wanting to risk ruining they easy cash flow.

 

I went to my room, swallowed three pain pills and collapsed on my bed ready to sleep the rest of the weekend off. This day has been one headache after another.

 

 

 

AN~ How was that ya'll. Long enough? Good enough? I've been writing this chapter for bout three, four days, cause was having so much trouble with it. I've gotten a few reviews stating concerned facts. First off, this is a Inu/Kag story not Inu/Kik story, sorry for the confusion. And if anyone else is confused about this story ask, I'll answer to the best of my ability.

 

Also I'm a fan of Inugrrl stories such as The Edge of Seventeen, and they knocked her off of mediaminor@org. She left up her email address to send her messages if we want to continue reading her stories and I didn't write it down. So if anyone has it, please let me know, I' ld like it.

 

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