InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ Pink Water Runs Smooth ( Chapter 25 )

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Learn To Trust
Chapter 25
Nosey people are looking for someone to emulate~ unknown

I really didn't want to move her, I didn’t know what was broken or not. If it was my body I would have an idea of what to do, but it wasn’t, and I hadn’t taken care of someone else’s bruises since my half brother left. Fuck me! But she needed to get treated now.

"Ma, I gotta set your shoulder," I said as I gently lifted her so she can sit up, but she hissed in pain and I wondered if any of her ribs were broken, for her sake I hope not.

"Tsk….hurts." she mumbled her head falling onto my shoulder.

"It’s going to hurt more." I softly replied, I looked around the room and saw a belt of mine and her side momentarily to retrieve it. When I returned to her, she was leaning against my bed; eyes fluttering yet the movements were just noticeable over the swelling.

"Here," I gave her the belt and held it up to her lips.

"Wha-" she unsteadily questions.

"When I set your arm, I want you to bit down on the belt, called catching the pain or something. You won’t feel as much, I heard it from someone." I said softly as I felt around her arm, knowing just what to look for.

Growing up in this house, one can’t help but learn how to fix damaged body quickly from sewing up our own cuts, to wrapping an elastic bandage, to even relining the shoulder bone. One could say it came with the territory. When I had a brother, he learned how to fix dislocated shoulder, did it plenty times for myself. He even taught me how to do it when the bastard dislodged his own.

"Ma, what happened?" I asked loudly trying to get her mind away from her shoulder, the arm was in an odd angle and I wanted to fix the position before I set the shoulder. Also I needed to keep her awake; I didn’t know what type of damage the bastard gave her.

It took her awhile to answer, but who could blame her.

"He-he-he was mad." She stuttered softly through the pain.

"No shit," I replied with a soft chuckle.

"He-he-he needed to-to get high….but-but…" she trailed off, tears forming in her eyes.

"But you threw them away," I realized and sat back, she slowly nodded. I looked around my room realizing just how trashed it was, and after cleaning the shit up last night. "Here…" I said placing the belt between her swollen jaws. "Bite on the count of three."

She nodded as I took a hold of her shoulder, tears rapidly falling from the anticipated pain she was biting into the belt already."

"One…two…" and I pulled her arm out and quickly relined with her joint, the process taking all of a few measly moments. Her scream was muffled threw the belt and she collapsed onto me, her body heaving with her cries and I briefly wondered if that was causing any extra pain.

"…three…" I softly whispered as I let her cry for a few moments before picked her up. Making sure the sheet was around her, she was limp in my arms and I oddly carried her to the bathroom, sitting her on the covered toilet.

I had to make another trip back for any extra bandages in my room and when I returned and found her out cold in leaning half way off the damn seat. I dropped everything in the sink, picked her up and placed her in the tub, sheets still around her and all.

I turned the water faucet on cold, and she woke up slightly chocking, and I fixed the water to warm.

"Can you wash yourself up?" I asked loudly over the water, ignoring the fact that the water was wetting my slightly bloody clothes.

She tried to sit up, but in the end I had to help her. But I was not washing her up, fuck no. I didn’t care for her enough to do that.

"Can you wash yourself up?" I repeated and she slowly nodded, as I gave her a clean rag and the soap. "If you can help it, don’t use that shoulder too damn much, may pull the shit out again. I’ll go get you some shit to wear and then I’ll check the damage, aight?" she nodded again, and I pulled closed the shower curtain, and left.

Damn it to hell, I growled as I raced down stairs and went to their room. I ignored the scattered room and headed straight for the dresser hoping Izayoi washed some clothes in her minimal time of her so-called mother act. I wondered where he was as I grabbed the first shirt I saw, out of my so called father's draw.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit, ran through my mind as I opened what could only be her underwear draw. Talk about embarrassing, I thought as I blindly stuck my hand in the draw and pulled out a first article of underwear, I opened an eye and felt my cheeks warm as I realized I was holding my mothers red...gulp...lace...oh God...panties...wait... not panties; thongs. There was so many things wrong with that sentence that I had to shake it out of my head, literally. I stuffed them back and this time squinted as I tried to pull out something more...motherly.

DAMN, DID SHE NOT HAVE ANYTHING MOTHERLY, I wondered as I pulled lifted up a seventh thong. I could have sworn a pair of them looked like something a girl I used to fuck wore. Fuck me,

I would have nightmares all week cause of this shit. By the time I found something that wouldn't make me pass out at the thought of my mother wearing, I was probably as red as a tomato.

I sighed and started fixing her clothes back in, really it was just throwing everything back in the draw not giving a damn how messy it was before I shut it. Or tried to anyway seeing how the damn fucking piece of shit refuse to shut, which is fucking perfect seeing as how it was closed before I even came in here. I started to stuff everything down thinking it was some clothes caught in the sides, then my hand hit something and I found out I was half right. Something was wedged in the draw preventing it from closing, but it wasn't clothes.

It took me two tries but I pulled it out, it was a small black frame book. I slowly opened it and I frowned at the picture. It was a perfect family photo, smiling mother and father, two sons, five and twelve years old. The youngest of the boys were sitting on his fathers shoulders his arms flying above him, he was laughing. The twelve year old was standing to the side trying to look cool and hard€ with his arms folded and his head tilted to the side, but the smile on his face gave him away. The father was holding on to his sons legs making sure the young boy didn't flip off his shoulders, and the mother hand was behind the young boys as if to catch him falling, and yet she was smiling into the picture.

We really looked so happy then, I thought as if traced over the picture, if only-keh, like something this lame could happen. We looked like a bunch of pussy-ass-pansies. I shoved the picture back into the draw and left the room without caring to close that stupid draw. I however slammed the door blocking any thoughts on wishing for that type of family, like the one I was told use to be.

About an hour and a half later I was wrapping a the last piece of bandage around her head. I stood up and gently took the bag of peas from around her neck and made my way into the kitchen. I replaced the peas in the freezer and took out a bag of...hell I don't know what it was it was in a white bag and it was frozen, some thing she needed right now. I also got her a glass of water to take with three of my pain killers. I returned and handed her the water and the pills which she took quickly.

"You ain't gonna get addicted to that, are you?" I asked as I looked at her swollen neck and carefully replaced the peas.

"No," she said softly, "but do you have..."

"No, the bastard took everything I have. Someones on their way with some shit now, and you can have now. I'm surprise you aren't having fits." I said as I checked her wounds again making sure she wasn't bleeding again. From the looks of it, she was lucky, it seemed that the basted did little damage to her, took it easier on her than he ever did on me that's for sure.

"He...he gave me something before he left." Izayoi whispered softly.

"Still, I can't believe that bastard would put his hands on you." I growled ready to beat my so called father's ass. "He needs someone to knock his ass off his fucking high horse, and I'll be the one to do it."

"Just leave it alone, Puppy. It was my fault this happened. I was stupid to believe we could easily go back to the way things were. Not after- I doesn't matter."

"You got to be fucking kidding. The guy knocked you black and blue and stupid, and you're ready to forgive him? Don't you hate him?" I asked. How could she just turn the cheek to this, to any of everything he did.

"It's okay..."

"This shit isn't acceptable, the guy thinks he can just fuck us up and then go do what he wants like it's okay. He's probably fucking another bitch-"

"I SAID IT'S OKAY." she yelled, her head down, as the white bag slid from it's position on her neck. However neither of us moved to replace it. I watched her as her shoulders shook, she was crying. I watched as she wiped her face with her bruised hand and looked up at me smiling. "Look at this," she said holding her hand up to me, however it was shaking. "My Puppy did such a good job of taking care of him. You should be a doctor when you get to college. We're going to have to put some money to the side for you to save for college. You're going to make sure a good doctor."

The bell rung and I stood up. "It's my supplier," I said as I moved from the couch but stopped half way, "it's a good thing too. You're starting to talk a whole bunch of bull shit and nonsense." I didn't look back as I walked to the front door and pulled it open.

I was right, the guy who usually supplied me with my illegal needs was leaning against the door. He was called Dee, he was a black twenty something who dealt on the street, he used to post up at the corner before he hit it with a ride and made more money doing deliveries. I known this guy for some odd years, and only went to him for emergencies such as what I walked into day. He was the only muthafucka' to get what I want, when I want, and how I want. This nigga didn't play with his money and therefore didn't play with his packages. I stepped to the side and let him in. I led Dee to the stairs where we proceeded making business.

"You have everything right?" I asked as I was handed four dime bags of weed two which was dirty weed, five pills, and two bags of c-goods.

"Just like you ordered, you having a party or something." he looked around the trashed living room and his eyes landed on the couch, and chuckled "Damn, or had one."

"How much I owe you,"

"For you, a even hundred."

"Damn, how much am I saving?" I growled as I pulled my last week's check from my money, and I just had the damn thing cashed.

"Big order big price," De replied stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Since It's you I'm giving you a discount nigga, you bout savin' almost a half." he chucked lightly punching me on shoulder.

I faked a chuckle too and counted out the bills, saving fifty bucks wasn't so bad. "What's the occasion. You don't owe me shit, at least last time I checked, you didn't."

"Not even like that, man. Word on the street is you riding out with that Naraku nigga." De said when he recounted the money I gave him.

"Why everyone gotta be a nigga with you niggas." I chuckled evading his statement.

"It's a term of endearment and ignorance. Take it as you will, just know everyone can't say this shit."

"Fuck that." I growled as I turned to the living room. "Here Mother." I said and through her the coke when she turned to me. She grabbed it and headed to her room, closing the door behind her.

"That's your moms?" De chuckled.

"Don't remind me," I said as I pocketed everything else, "she's nothin' but fucking trouble. Come home to this, my so called father fucked up the place and her. It's wonder why I need this shit to calm my nerves."

"Shit, and I thought I had problems."

"Keh, at least your pops ain't in the picture."

"Lucky me." De laughed and I chuckled. His cell started to ring and he looked at the ID before placing it back in his pocket. He rarely actually answered the phone, since it was a good way for the legal system to tap his shit. He'd rather you call and hang up no messages or shit. He always knew what a person wanted just my how many times they called. Plus he had regulars and the orders were pretty much the same.

"To bad we all can't be that lucky." I said as I walked De to the door.

"Whateva, fuck all that bullshit." he said as I walked to the car with him, a new bitch occupied his front seat and I nodded to her, she did the same and that's all the attention I paid to her. His bitches came and go like the fucking hours. No use in trying to figure out the name to one because by next week he would have another. And one wonder why why he already have five kids and three baby mommas.

"Some bull shit."

"I heard you going to Night Life this weekend."

"Yeah, so? I ain't think madd dudes going to be on my dick about it."

"Nosey people are always looking for someone to emulate. You going though right?"

"So," I asked stuffing my hands in my pockets, fingering my goods, and shrugging my shoulders. "Caman and Tan, are bouncing the door that night, getting not the problem."

"I guess it doesn't hurt to have the name Naraku under your belt also."

"Couldn't hurt." I chuckled, but leaned against the car. "Do me a fave though De, squash that shit before people start confirming shit. There some shit I need hold dear and near to my balls before I want people to find out who I roll with."

"Understood cuz." he said and started his Saturn and we pounded fist before I backed up. I nodded him off and he did the same before I turned back to my house and he drove off.

I went to my mother's door and opened the door a crack. She was on her knees in front of her dresser snorting. She was fast as cutting up her shit, and when she sat back for a break before she snorted up the next line; it was already starting to take effect by the glaze in her eyes. I knew when the bastard got home she would be quick to open her legs to him, no matter how much the act could kill her, or cause some internal bleeding, something I couldn't fix.

But if the bitch wanted to keep letting him do that shit to her, then who the fuck was I to stop it? I knew how the guy operated, he already fucked her once and he won't hesitate to raise a fist on her again. What happens if I won't be there fix her up, hell what happens if I won't even care to even take more than a glance at her broken form? Do I have to look out for her now, when looking out for myself is impossible? How much can I last before I really break and stop caring all together. If that hasn't happen today.

Damn I'm thinking too much.

I closed the door and leaned against it. I pulled out my bag of pills and popped on in. The effect was immediate and I didn't hesitate to pop in another one, then one more. I felt myself start to feel light and I giggled at the weightless feeling. I struggled to stand up straight but the room twirled and I just ended up falling.

I'm so fucking clumsy, I laughed to myself. "So fucking clumsy." I felt myself sit up and and crawled to the pink and yellow moving wall. "Wha...what happened? I thought you were white." I chuckled as my world I tried to stand up, this time making it to my feet. I felt like I was on cloud nine and was having a good....no well time, "Ha, that shit rhymed...."

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"Uh, where am I?" I growled as I tried lifting my head. I looked around and struggled to sit up. I looked around. I was in a bed, and my clothes were missing? "What the fuck that nigga gave me?" I whispered as I looked around trying to place this room. I was sure it wasn't mind when my eyes landed on the light brown dresser, and mine was red and black. I however did see that dresser before, but where?

I felt movement next to me and saw a figure outline under the covers. Damn who did I fuck I growled as I moved to pull down the covers. The chicks black hair was covering her face and I moved it out of the way.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I screamed as I tripped over myself to get out of the bed. Now I realized I was in my parents room.

"What's with all the noise Puppy?" my MOTHER, asking pulling the cover over what I knew was her naked body.

I did the only thing I could think of, "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH1" I screamed as I sat up in bed. I looked around my eyes hitting my red and black beat up dresser, meaning my room. My hands frantically checking my body making sure my clothes were still on. I pulled all my covers off my bed, no one was there. I wiped the sweat off my face and breath in after I realized I was holding my breath.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID THAT ASSHOLE GIVE ME?" I growled as I quickly stood up in bed, but fell back down. "Damn, sat up too quickly."

I struggled to sit up again, it was harder and I felt oddly sluggish. I pulled off my shirt, and threw off my sneakers and socks. How I hate those damn things. My pants followed suit and I grabbed my soap, towel, rag and shampoo.

I was feeling like shit, but was feeling slightly better when the cool water hit me. I washed my hair and myself, all the while thinking about why the water looked slightly pink. I hate pink, red I can deal with, pink? Get the fuck out of here...

What the fuck did I take?

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I sat on my bed finishing my math homework and eating some Ramen noodles. I had long gave up wondering how I made it to my room since the last thing I could remember was leaning aganst the living room wall. So since I had the munches like a muthafucka' I made like three bags of my favorite chicken Ramen noodles. Or as Jenn likes to call'em Oodels of Noodles. I was about to move to my English homework when my cell phone started to ring.

"I'm really starting to hate this thing," I growled as I put the phone to my ear. "Go fuck yourself," I answered.

"Now, Inuyasha, I'm sure that's not the way you answer the phone." I heared and recognized the voice immediatly.

"Only when their interuppting me, Naraku." I replied swiftly.

"What may that be?"

"I'm sure the reason you called isn't about discussing my current homework papers. So what do you want?" I growled as I exited my room.

"Patience, Inuyasha. Have not you parents taught you anything about patience?"

"Can't say that I care for what they have to teach. Now I suggest you state you business or I'm hanging up as of ten seconds ago." I growled into the phone as I turned on the faucet water in the kitchen. Waiting for it to turn cold as I held my empty cup waiting."

"Right to the point, I like that. Anyway, Kikyo told me of you business prossel with the Night Club."

"So?" I growled before I decided to get ice from the freezer. "This couldn't wait until Friday?'

"I'm an organized person, what I want to deal with on Friday is discussed on Friday. Nothing else."

"Anyway, what do you want?"

"I want to assign you you're first job. See it was a test."

"Which is?"

"Well, since I heard you sounded so confident about this business deal, I want you to handle everything. Of course I'll have the papers drawn up for him to sign, you just have to handle that part. I will let him know you are coming, Saturday night right. You and your little friends are planning a trip there correct?"

"How the hell you know?" I growled. I ain't tell Kikyo, only people I actually talked to knew about it. Who the hell have Bank been telling?

"I have eyes and ears around this city Inuyasha. I know what goes on in my city. Especially when it have anything to deal with the people I deal with."

I suddenly remembered the list I had in my backpack of everyone who was somehow involved with this bastard. Shit, but still...

"Anyway, Inuyasha. When I see you on Friday I will give you the papers, tell you any extra information you may need to know, or any objects you should acquire."

I had a feeling about what object he was talking to, but I ignored it. "What makes you think I even know what to do. I'm sure you realize that I am only seventeen years old and have no type of knowlege of business deals whatsoever."

"Yet that idea you came up with-"

"Was a lucky guess. Any fucking idiot could come up with that plan. I don't know what to do or say. I probably gotta get dressed up and shit and that is taking from my fun. Hell no."

"I believe the mistake was mine." Naraku said after a moment and I smirked, realizing that I was going to have my way on this. "I apologize for making it seem you had a choice in the matter."

WHAT THE FUCK?

"You however don't. You will go and have an appointment with Mr. Cage. You will tell him about you idea and you will get him to agree with it. Do what you will do, get who ever you need to back yourself up. I don't care, but you will go through with this or else. And believe me Inuyasha you do not want to know what the or else means. I will call Mr. Cage and tell him to expect you and your friends. I don't care what you do at the party, but you will be his special guest just do remember you are representing me and I won't have any disrespect on my name. Do you understand me Inuyasha Taisho?"

Go fuck yourself and you fucking lackies you fucking piece of shit, I wanted to say, but I swallowed my pride and growled, "Crystal, Naraku. Fucking crystal."

"Good." he answered and I heard my phone lit up signifying the end of the call. I growled and clenching my fist. I hissed when the glass I was holding shattered, cutting into my hand. My blood was slowly flowing off my hand to the floor and I quickly put my hand under the running water.

I spent the remainder of the night picking glass out my hand and then bandaging it. Then I still had to read a couple of chapters of , The Death of a Salesman, for English. By the time I went to bed it was going on two in the morning. The only good thing that I was slightly happy with was the bastard didn't come home tonight and his bitch was passed out from snorting too much in one hit to notice.

And all the time I'm still wondering why the water was pink.

What did that asshole give me?

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A/N; ::bow down to waist:: I would like to formally appologize for taking soo long to update. It have been hard for me to do so, and for the next couple of weeks if not month, it will continue to be just as hard. I also have about four other stories out there and also want to update those. They are on, Fanfiction.net under the name Fafaluv or something like that. I will do my best to update. But as I said previously. I WILL NOT QUIT THIS STORY. :: stand up stright, and smiles:: It's funny I wasn't going to make the Club scene too big, but seeing as how things have taken a turn for, and how much my readers (how ever few I have left, due to my poor updating skills. heh.) are looking forward to it. I will will it worth everything. But still I can tell that everyone will hate me for the last chapter. HEHEHEEHEHE. AND I do mean Everyone. ::Skipps away laughing evily...however trips over a rock and fall into mud.). DAMN!! There goes my dramatic exit. Until next time everyone... ::Stomps away trying to ignore the squishy noise my shoe from the mud::

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