InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ Wrestling and Played Games ( Chapter 19 )

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Learn To Trust

Chapter 19


Wrestling and Games Played


I headed straight to the counselors office and had to wait a couple of minutes before I got the chance to talk to Ms. Kaede. Once I was given the okay to go in, I entered the office, and was motioned to close the door behind me by Kaede who was on the phone.

She gave me the once over, and quickly hung up the phone. She stood up and waved me to sit down, pulling out the chair for me as if I was some crippled.

“Inuyasha what happened to you?” She exclaimed, pulling up her chair beside me.

“Don’t really want to talk about it.” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

“Inuyasha-sigh- I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” She said with a serious look on her face. I frowned and stood up. “Where are you going?”

“Something tells me I don’t want to listen.”

“Sit down Inuyasha.” She said sternly, I groaned and sat back down.

“Make it quick, Old Hag,” I put my elbow on the table, beside me and my head in my hand.

“It came to my attention, well it always was at my attention, but most recently someone made a comment to me that made me want to question you.”

“About?”

“How is your home life, Inuyasha?” She asked.

I rolled my eyes and two names popped in my head. I knew it would be only a matter of time before Kaede started questioning me.

“My home life is just fine, Ms. Kaede.”

“Inuyasha I was recently told that you admitted that your parents are abusing you at home.”

“Well I’m telling you that they lied to you, and I don’t appreciate someone coming down on my parents like that.”

Ms. Kaede looked me into the eye. “Do you honestly believe that?”

No, “Yes, now can we talk about what I came in here to talk to you about?” She stared at me for about a minute before she nodded.

“Now what is it that you wish to discuss?” She asked smiling at me.

“I need 25 hours of community service.” I said trying to put on an innocent face.

“You got off on parole, huh.” She smirked.

“Yup, just with the community hours needed.”

“Do I have anything?” She asked herself. She thought for a few moments before smiling a smile that made me regret even asking her. “As a matter of fact, Inu, I do have something that could get you your hours, and help me a great deal.”

“What is it?” I asked slowly, eyeing her carefully.

“Tutor job.” She said flatly.

“What? Oh fuck no that means dealing with more people in this place even outside classes. Is there anything else?” I pleaded,

“There is nothing else, at the moment.” She smiled at me, I realized she was lying.

“Is tutoring even considered?”

“The school is part of the community, you’ll be serving you school, and therefore you’re serving the community, hence called community service.” She said smiling, and I couldn’t resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“There has to be something else, anything else. I’ll even scrub toilets- wait scratch that, almost anything else.” I don’t do toilet cleaning, I hate cleaning the toilet at my own damn house.

“It’s a good deal, Inuyasha, you’ll do an hour tutoring for students and I’ll even do you the favor of adding half hours per student in large groups. So if you tutor two students in an hour, I’ll give you three hours. What do you say; we really do need the tutors with up coming regents.”

Now that was a fucking sweet ass deal, “For what classes?”

“Does it matter, you excel in each one?”

I sighed in defeat, “Do at least, I get to choose who I’m tutoring.”

“Not one bit.” She confirmed.

“I think you’re just getting back at me for calling you an Old Hag.” I sulked.

“That’s just a plus,” she laughed. I sighed and stood up.

“I’m out of here; I need to get to my next class.”

“Alright, and Inuyasha...” she said, turning back to her work, I stopped at the door.

“Yeah...”

“You skipped your classes this morning. You do not have the authority to take yourself out; so you have In School Suspension.”

“You serious” I asked with a groan.

“Oh yeah, and as regulation we called your parents.” The Old Hag replied and waved me away.

I cursed under my breath, “What? Why?”

She looked up at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher. “It’s routine, Inuyasha, you know this. We have to make sure that they didn’t pull you out without anyone’s knowledge before we say you’re skipping. You’ve skipped enough times to know this.”

“Whatever,” I muttered before leaving. I ignored her calls and made my way to my class which was gym.

The rest of the day went by like any other day; the most was that I received an arrogant ass remark from dumbass Kouga that isn’t even worth repeating. Anyone could guess it was about my present predicament.

Throughout the whole day I was expecting Bank to give me a call, which he never did. So now I’m on my way back to his house, wondering if he slept the whole day.

When I arrived at his house, and let myself in. I found Jake in the kitchen cleaning up the mess we made.

“Sup Inu-babe”, he greeted while ripping up the pizza boxes.

“What’s good? Where’s your brother?”

“Sleeping, where the fuck else?” He growled as he dumped shit in the garbage. I smirked at him.

“He in his room?”

“Mhmmm hmmm,” he replied. I went to Bank’s room and opened the door. I smirked when I saw my knocked out friend sprawled out on his bed, and thought of a way to wake up. I walked to the side of his bed and picked up a pillow that was thrown casually aside.

“Bank,” I said in a sing-song voice, “Bank time to wake up.” I smirked when the only movement that was made from him was a head turn. I held the pillow over my bed, “WAKE UP BANKOTSU” I screamed as the pillow came down hard on his head and brought it over mine again.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK?” he screamed and sat up clutching his head, but I already was bringing it down again. It hit him on his head and he yelped in surprise. I laughed hard and jumped back, as he came after me. I threw the pillow at him, still laughing and ran out the door. I heard him stumble out the room as I made my way to the kitchen. “I’m going to hurt you Inuyasha.” He screamed.

“What’s going on?” Jake asked.

Safe, I thought as I half ran and half limped behind Jake. “He’s threatening to cut off my hair.” I said pointed toward his enraged brother.

“What?” questioned Jake putting his hands on his hips I nodded, but my smile never left my face. He turned to his brother and folded his arms. When Jake gets mad, the victim just better lay down and stay down.

Bank came in out his room ready to fight, but came to a halt when he saw a pissed off Jake and me grinning widely at him.

“I know you are not about to cut off Inu’s hair.” He said.

He threw me a dirty look, knowing how Jake was about my hair, before turning back his brother. “He’s lying Bro.”

“He never lies about his hair.” My smile could have split my face.

“You gonna believe him over your own brother?” he asked in disbelief. Jake looked back at me and I gave him confused look and shrugged my shoulders and smirked at Bank when Jake turned back around.

Jake rolled his eyes and took a step to the side. “You guys are idiots.” He shook his head, and walked away, leaving me to feel the wrath of the heated Bankotsu.

“Come on man, you know I was just playing.” I laughed nervously at Bank who was cracking his knuckles.

Don’t mistake this act for being scared, there was no way in hell I was afraid of Bank. He was my homeboy, my cuz, my brother. I know that no matter how much wrestle and shit, we would never get serious, and hurt each other. Besides I am not scared of no one, no one besides Toga. I know what he is capable of doing to me, and know that he won’t hesitate to prove it.

“You are so dead.” He said and launched himself at me.

Five minutes later we were walking into the kitchen laughing Jake looked up from his cooking. I grabbed two bottles of water out the fridge and tossed one to Bank. I sat up on the counter and Bank sat in the chair.

“What the hell are you cooking?” Bank asked, chugging his water.

“Soul Food,” he answered at he stirred something in the pot. The smell hit me and I was by the pot trying to get a taste.

“What the hell are you cooking that for?”

“Well I told Damian, you remember him Inu, he’s the black one who lives downstairs.”

“The time on the bus?” I asked

“Yeah, well I told him I wanted to cook him some soul food and he said he couldn’t wait.”

“How exciting,” Bank said with fake interest. I chuckled and Jake gave him a look.

“Yo man, I need to get home.” I said looking at the clock on the microwave. It was almost 4 o’clock. I fished out Bank’s keys from my pocket and threw them to him, which he caught.

“Bye Inu-babe.”

“Save me a plate.” I replied waving bye. We made idle chatter about our plans for Saturday night, as he drove me home. I told him to call my cell, giving him my number again, later on.

I walked into the house, plan on just going right to my room, take a nap, before I try to clean up the wreak that is my room.

I closed the door behind me, and out of habit gazed into the living room, and froze. I backed out the house, dropping my cane, and looked up at the house, confirming it to be the place I sleep at. I walked back in and picked up my cane, and walked into the living room that I didn’t even recognize. It was SPOTLESS!

In all my seventeen years of life, of what I can remember, I have never seen this living room, which served more like a bedroom, looking so clean. It was usually littered with dirty clothes and clean clothes, old food that never looked edible to begin with, beer bottles, weed packages, and dirty dishes. The tables were usually covered with coke lines, and weed leftovers, and spilt drinks. Shit like that.

The place was clean, no clothes, no old food or spilt drinks, broken bottles gone. It’s a wonder why I thought this wasn’t my house. And was that new furniture? Damn.

“Inuyasha, there you are.” The surprises kept coming.

I turned my head to see my mother, standing there her hair actually done, clothes; and more than just a shirt. She was even wearing shoes, blow me the fuck away. I have seen that woman naked more times that any of the girls I fucked. She was in blue jeans and a white shirt, with white flip-flops and her hair brushed into a bun. I wasn’t even away she owned what she was wearing.

“Izayoi?” I asked scratching my head. She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot.

“Who, are you calling Izayoi, Puppy?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room. “Who cleaned up in here?”

“The tooth fairy, who else?” she replied sarcastically. She followed me in the living room and fixed a sofa pillow.

“Why?”

“Why? What type of question is that? The house was dirty, you’ve seen it. I was bored waiting for you’re father to come home from work and stuff; so I did a little cleaning?” she replied in a happy mood.

“A little, Ma this ain’t a little. I bet the last time this been cleaned was when ya’ll moved in.” I looked down at the shiny glass coffee table that I’ve never seen before. “Where the hell did you get the money for this shit?”

“It’s mine, if you must know,” she said, “I had it in storage and with some other stuff and decided to bring it out.” She turned to me and gave me a small smile. “How’s my Pup feeling?”

“Don’t call me that, Ma.” I said turning away. This new Izayoi was starting to get to me.

“And why not, you’re my little boy, my little Dog Daemon.” She said walking to me.

“Well in case, you didn’t get the memo, Mother, I haven’t been you little anything since I was six.” I snapped, just wanting her to back down. She looked at me her eyes widened then looked down.

The next thing she did took me by surprise. “Come on,” she took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen, which was cleaned. I was no longer surprised. She pulled out a chair for me and I sat down. She looked under the sink and pulled out a box of first-aid kit which I didn’t even know was there.

“Can I?” she asked gently touching the band to my eye patch. I sighed but removed it, just wanting to see where she was taking this.

She carefully removed my bandage and examining it.

“It’s healing nicely, you do have a scar forming, but that should go away, probably leave a line or something, though. You shouldn’t put a bandage on it, it needs air.” She then proceeded to put some ointment on it, softly. She haven’t taken care of me like this since, well, it’s been a while. “Take off your shirt.” She said and looked down at me.

I sighed and did it anyway. She kneeled down and lightly traced over my stitches. “What did he do to you?” she whispered.

“You don’t wanna know.” I replied. And I was serious, I wasn’t answering to protect her or something, I did it, because she seriously didn’t know, because if she did, it wouldn’t have happened in the first place. She didn’t reply but only telling me to let it air it out and put some ointment on it.

“You know,” she said as she applied the cooling ointment. I didn’t answer, but she continued anyway. “Well, you’re school called today. And you’re lucky I answered it and not your father, and you’re lucky I won’t tell him.” The bitch wasn’t lying. “Why are you skipping school, and getting smart with your teacher?” she asked me. My browed narrowed and was two seconds away from snapping.

Who the fuck did she think she is? She thinks she can take a care of a few minor bruises, and that gives her a right to act motherly towards me. Parading me with questions and shit? OH HELL THE FUCK NO. I’ll be damned if she thinks that.

“Business,” I said and stood up, letting her almost fall back. “I have homework, to do.” I said and walked out the kitchen leaving my bandages, cane and eye patch behind. I started walking up the stairs when the phone rang. I kept going; let the bitch and her new attitude answer it. I was at the top when, she called up to me.

“Puppy, phone.” She yelled out.

“I’ll get it in my room.” I yelled back, and went quickly to my room. I pulled out the phone from under my bed. “Hello?”

“Yasha?” said a voice I knew well, and smiled. I heard the click, knowing that my mother hung up the downstairs phone.

“Sup Jenn,”

“You know I love you, right?” she said sweetly. My smiled fell, whenever she said those words, she wanted something.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“You know me too well.” She replied chuckling. “Don’t you feel like working tonight?” she asked.

“For you?”

“No, for Dae-Dae, he called in, and now we’re short because, Rachel and Erica got into it and she fired her. It’s only me, Ricky, Yura, and Jason, he’s managing, and you if you come in. You’d cook. So please come in, you know I can’t stand Jason’s white ass. He stay getting on my case on little shit, and you’d make it bearable, so please. For the love of God and everything holy please.”

“You’d know I’d love to hear you beg in bed.” I said using my tone that causes girls toes to curl.

“Fuck you, Yasha. Please?” she said whining.

“Yeah,” I chuckled out. “I’ll be there in an hour.” I soon hung up and got ready for work. I put some new bandages on except for the one over my eye, and slowly made it down the stairs, not wanting to take it to work with me.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” Izayoi said coming out the kitchen.

“Since when do you cook?” I asked eyeing her suspiciously; I don’t trust anything that comes from her.

“Since always,” she replied smiling.

“Okay.” I said slowly, and took the last step down. “Are you high, Mom; ‘cause if you’re not, I can fix that.” I said pointing up the steps. It may have sounded funny, but I was dead ass serious. My mother and father are two people who were not meant to stay sober for long, because when they do, they start acting weird. And this act, what every Izayoi is playing, is just plain wrong, and creepy.

“Very funny, Inuyasha, I’m trying to cut back.” She said smiling, and my eyes widened, in something. I don’t know if it was disbelief, surprise or fear, but it was something. It could have been all three.

“Anyway,” I said slowly, while backing to the door, “I have to go to work tonight, so uh, why don’t you stick it in the microwave?”

“Okay, sure no problem. Do you need bus fare?” she asked.

I think I had a heart attack, passed out and woke up in a different dimension.

“Uh-sure?” I said, but it came out as a question. She smiled and dug through her pants pocket and produced, five dollars and handed it to me.

“Keep it.” She said, I nodded and turned around. I put my hand on the doorknob and something hit me, something my mother said.

“Hey Ma?”

“Yeah,” she asked, she was on her way back in the kitchen, but stopped.

“Where did you say Dad was at again?” I asked my hand squeezing the knob.

“Work and stuff,” was the reply

“What stuff?”

“To meet with Naraku, about some things, why?”

“No reason, bye.” I gritted through my teeth and left the house quickly. So that’s the reason for her change, and probably Dad had his own change too. A bunch of fucking two-faced people, with fucking twisted ass agendas. Well fuck them; if that’s how they want to play, then we’ll play. I can have my own agendas.

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I got to work about ten to five, and clocked right in. The place was packed with customers so I just clocked right in. Since Jason was helping Ricky cook, I threw on a headset and started helping Jenn with drive through since she was on her own, and had customers to the order-taking machine.

It went like clock work. She took an order, I’d pack it, and she took the money and gave them the food, then next customer. While the chicken was cooking, Ricky went up front to help Yura with her orders, and Jason went did prep, which was making side orders and shit.

I was working for about ten minutes, when shit started hitting the fan. We were out of biscuits, had some just went into the over so it had about fifteen minutes on it. Dipping wings could go in, until the chicken was done, in about ten minutes, and they cook for about eight minutes. We had about two or three orders for that. We only had about five pieces of chicken, and seven customers in drive-thru and about fifteen in the front. Customers were getting rude, and we couldn’t say shit back to them cause then we’d lose our jobs. And I’ll be damned if I get my ass fired for ignorant ass customers. They could all suck my dick.

“Jenn, tell them we have that breast meal in crispy.” I told Jenn, who was talking people in the car whose order I was making.

“Aight,” she said and did so. I walked over. “Ma’am all we have for that number one is in crispy about ten-”

“Eight.” I corrected.

“Eight minutes until more original come up.” She replied, in a tired voice.

“You mean to tell me you don’t have any original now?” said the black driver, she was in her thirties, and screamed attitude.

Didn’t she just say that, I questioned in my mind, you don’t know how stupid people are until you have to serve them.

“That’s right Ma’am.” Jenn said, you could tell she wanted to say something smart, by the way she gritted through her teeth.

“This is a shame, what type of KFC is this?”

“A ghetto KFC,” I heard Jenn mumble and I replied with “yup.”

“Can I speak to the manager?”

“That’s me.” I said. I wasn’t the manager on duty but I was still one, even if only the assistant manager. Jason was making shit, and just to call him over, when I could deal with this, wasn’t only wasting time, but stupid as fuck.

“You’re the manager?” she questioned me, scanning me.

“That’s right ma’am.” I told Jenn to go take care of the next order, and gave the lady my attention.

“What are you running out like this?” she asked me.

“What do you expect ma’am? We’re short people; we have about three specials, all big meals, and a lot of hungry chicken. I’m also cooking, but what can we with all of our fryers occupied with food. You can wait, take the crispy, or take the thigh and leg meal in original.”

“Just give me, it in crispy, which I don’t really want. And I want something free to compensate me. Throw in another piece of chicken.”

“We don’t do that Ma’am, how about a free soda?” I growled out.

“I guess that’s do wont’ it. I’ll take cola.”

“Pepsi it is.” I replied with a fake smile, and closed the window in her face before she could reply, and quickly made the soda.

“How she want it?” Jenn asked.

“Bitch wants Crispy.” I said. Jenn and me both fixed the order, she put in the side orders, of mash potatoes and gravy, and macaroni and cheese, and I gave her a crispy breast, and a biscuit that we had from a car that left, without taking anything. I put the top on it and handing it to her, motioning to the soda.

The rush didn’t stop till like eight o’clock, and we we’re all tired by then, well maybe not Jason. He was in the office on the phone, door closed to a crack, saying it was a business call, but who really believes him? I was cooking again and was now putting some chicken in the crest-core, so it can stay hot. Ricky was on break outside, sitting on the curb, and Yura joined him, while smoking a cigarette. Jenn was stocking up stuff.

“Hey Inu, can you put in more Pepsi, we’re out.” She asked me, exhausted. She must have been, she worked four about six days straight, and her only day off for this week was tomorrow, and Saturday. We both got the okay to work more that part time, from our parents and the job.
I nodded and went to the back room, where the soda, containers, sauces, and other shit that were in boxes.

She followed me to get some extra cups.

“Thanks for coming in to help, Yash. If you ain’t come in, we would have been fucked.”

I nodded as I removed the empty container of Pepsi.

“It really means the world to me, Puppy.” I turned to her and she was smirking.

“Jenn,” I growled, she know I hate that name.

“I’m sorry.” She said laughing, “I heard you’re mother call you that over the phone, and had this urge to call you by it, but I needed you to come in so I didn’t say anything about it until now.”

“Get that name out of you’re fucking vocabulary Jennifer.” I growled out. She nodded and left to go put the cups away. I replaced the Pepsi, and was done, when Jenn came back in.

“You still mad at me?” she asked leaning on the wall next to me. I looked at her and she had a pouted face, her bottom lips sticking out. I quickly moved and sucked on it. She gasped and pushed me away.

“Don’t do that.” She said, sucking in her lip. I moved back onto her started kissing her neck, her weak spot. She moaned and wrapped her arms around me, holding my shoulder; my own, grabbing both DD’s that I wanted. It reminded me of something. I pulled away and leaned on the wall next to her, looking down.

“What yo doing, Saturday night?”

“Why, you asking me out on a date?” she smirked. She knew how I feel about dates. Don’t like it, I’d rather fuck.

“Not really, you know me; you know how I do it. Some friends and I are going to Night Life, Saturday night and I wanna know if you and some of your people wanna join.”

“How the hell you getting into Night Life, you’re ass ain’t 21.”

“Yeah, but I know people, and it’s a guarantee.”

“I dunno Yash, who all going?”

“You know my boy, Bank.”

”The one who comes here for you and is always staring at my breast like I don’t have a damn face?” she asked hotly. I smirked.

“He ain’t gonna do that, I got your brick. He already knows.”

“How do I know you can get us in?”

“Because if we can’t then we’ll just party up in the Country Club, either way we’ll have fun.” I promised. The Country Club was for 16 year olds and older. Plus, we’ll drink, before we go. Smoke too. We having fun either way.” I smirked and she nodded.

“Sounds cool, my last check had plenty of choppy in it, so I gots me some money to spend.”

“So, you coming?”

“I’ll make some calls and see; cause, I’ll be damned if I be the only chick.”

“As long as you only bring chicks; I know who you like the hang out with. I’m cool with the gay shit, but I can’t get my giggy down with dude, who’s checking me out.”

“Cause you that sexy.” She smiled.

“Hell yeah.” I replied nodding. She laughed and I joined at.

“I can call you’re cell right, cause I have it in my phone.”

“You do that.” I replied, and we left the back room, still taking about it. Jenn is my home girl, and I can relax my shoulders around her and have plenty of fun.



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A/N:: How ya'll been? Miss me? Sorry for not updating, but my fam moved and we just got the internet back today. So I put it up today. Hopefully my next update will be by next week, but I make no promises. LOL...

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