InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ Contracted Agreements ( Chapter 28 )

Learn To Trust

 

Chapter 28

 

Contracted Agreements

 

“Poor people have no obligations: their poverty is their best asset” -unknown

 

Life is funny and not in the ha-ha way, but in the since-you-are-so-screwed-up-we're-going-to-screw-with-you-some-more type of way. It's kinda of a shitty way to look at life but this feeling can't be helped when you start realizing that after you've been knocked down so much in life, fate would rather kick dirt in your eye than help pick you up. So after a while you've come to accept this and just roll with the waves that are sent to you. And you know what, that fucking sucks. I mean it really, really sucks ass and the worst part of it. Sometimes you can't even do a damn thing about it.

 

Oh sure, you can try, hell, everyone can try, but what can be done about it? Not a damn thing. But that's life for you, one big fat pain in the fucking ass.

 

Okay, so perhaps I'm a little dramatic and I don't even understand what the fuck I'm rambling about. But I do know why.

 

Ten whole minutes,

 

It's been ten fucking minutes since I was dropped off at home by Bankotsu.

 

Yes it was almost nine o'clock at night. And yes it was raining and cold ass hell and the only protection I had to protect me from the elements that coincided with my feelings, was a sweatshirt.

 

And yes I was cold, very cold. So cold that my teeth were chattering, I was shaking, my clothes were soaked, and I'm sure my goose bumps had goose bumps. But that's nothing.

 

It's nothing compared to how cold I was inside. It was like my insides were frozen, and refused to thaw. It caused my heart to hurt, and made breathing all the more difficult.

 

I was scared, and that scared me the most.

 

A flash of lightening revived me out my stupor, and I pushed my way into the house, shutting the door behind me with a bang. My hands automatically switched on the hallway light before my brain told it to. I dropped my book bag on the floor and stepped out my sneakers not bothering to un-tie them. I did all this as I looked down at the envelope in my hand that was now semi wet from the rain.

 

I opened the envelope and pulled out its contents, I gazed up making sure no one was coming before I leaned against the door to read. The first one was a check, which I wasn't surprise because that's what they always sent this time every month. However what did surprise me was how little it was.

 

“Fuck, only two fifty,” I muttered to myself as I flipped over the check before gazing at the front again. “Gee I must be losing my worth.” I chuckled to myself, as I looked at the crisp, neatly folded white letter that came with the check; I slowly unfolded it reading the first line.

 

From the desk of

Taisho Taiyoukai

 

It was typed with the date stamped on it and everything, real official looking and shit; talk about impersonal, couldn't even fucking write it himself, probably had a secretary. I do suppose it was better than just getting a check from them, which is all we ever got from Toga's parents.

 

`Toga,

 

Another payment from us as promised, although I suppose it would be too much to ask for you to support yourself without our charity. No matter, I always keep up my commitment which is a lot more than I can say about you. I do suppose I should blame myself, but why when you do enough of that for the both of us.

 

You never did believe me when I said that your irresponsibleness would be your downfall, and now look at where you are; living with the slums with that whore of a woman and an illegitimate child that I am supporting. I suppose that it was a good thing that at least one got a way when he did. Sesshomaru was always a bright one, despite having you for a father and that wench for a stepmother.

 

Anyway my resources tell me that you lost yet another job and you are no better than any other junkie who lives on the street. There is a saying and I believe you and your so -called family live up to it in its truest form. “poorpeople have no obligations: their poverty is their best asset” Seeing as how you don't live up to your obligation and you rely on me, am I wrong to assume this?

 

Tell me, my son, are my checks helping your mistake or are they supporting your addiction? Have giving you less each month helped you be more responsible? I doubt that, you were always a failure Toga, and each check I send to you only supports that statement.

 

I suppose you do realize that every check I send to you, no matter how little it is of course, is all of my money you will see as you are no longer in my will and my inherence will no longer be addressed to you, but to your sons.

 

I have convinced myself to give a portion of it to your mistake, I even let myself be convinced by your mother to help support him in college, when he turns eighteen and is no longer under your care. After all he is still blood no matter how unwanted he is. He must be accepted into a good full four year college, and not a community one of lesser taste.

 

You know all of this could have been avoided had you stayed married to Cherish, and lived a well life with her and Sesshomaru, but you had to act rebellious and go off with the tramp.

 

I stopped reading as I no longer had any desire to finish filling my head with the oh-so wonderful insulting words from my `grandfather', the jackass. I crumpled up the note and tossed it in the pocket of my hoodie.

 

I picked up my book bag before leaving the threshold of the house. In the living room I turned on the lights to a scene that wasn't new but just as disgusting.

 

I snared at the sight of my naked father, who I guess did return home, and was lying on top of my mother, who was just as naked face down, asleep or passed out, which ever came first. My eyes fell to the table beside them noticing all of the bottles of liquor spilt over and the evidence of drugs laid out.

 

I abruptly turned around and headed to their room to retrieve their cover, and threw it on top of them, before I attempted to wake them.

 

“Dad,” I said lightly kicking at his feet.

 

“Whaa...” was his slurred reply, if he was able to respond this quickly meant they probably just finished fucking. I turned my head away as I stared at the mess that was made from his attack on his wife.

 

“You got mail.” I replied annoyed as I held out the check, the scenario of what was likely going to happen played in my head as my father grunted at the light and slowly made himself sit up, ignoring the groan of mother. At least he had the decency to wrap the covers around himself and….

 

…

 

Okay so perhaps it wasn't mother. I focused on the face of the woman who had just turned her face around so I can see her. My mother was Asian, this woman was white, she wasn't exactly ugly, and I could tell she was only a few years older than me. I hated her instantly.

 

My gaze left the girl who was still asleep, to my father who had snatched the check out of my hand.

 

“Where's Ma?” I asked as I let my gaze wander across the living room and land on their bedroom door. Had I missed her, when I got the cover from their room?

 

“Around here somewhere…” Toga grunted as he tried to focus his eyes on the amount the check was worth. I frowned at his careless attitude to the fact that he fucked another woman under the same roof while his wife was still home, again. Didn't he give a fuck about anyone but himself?

 

I snorted, talk about a stupid question.

 

“…the fuck; only two fifty, bastard…” My father sneered as he let his hands run through his hair.

 

I held back any remarks knowing now anything can set him off into an attack frenzy. That would be like giving a fool a loaded gun; asking for trouble.

 

A soft groan averted my attention back to the bitch that had the nerve to fuck my father while my mother was still here. She moved her black hair out of her face and yawned. She looked young, maybe in her early twenties. Fucking whores these days, wasn't their mothers' teaching them fucking respect?

 

“Did any thing else come with the check?” My father asked. I turned to him before pushing my hands into my pocket.

 

“Nope,” I said calmly as I fingered the balled up letter. If he found out about the letter he would take every insult his father wrote him on me; like I was that stupid enough to let that happen.

 

My gaze went back to the whore, who lifted her head as she attempted to cover up more than ass when she realized that her and my father was no longer alone. Her gaze met mine before she turned away searching for her scattered clothes.

 

“When was the last time he sent one?” He set the money on the table and pointed to his jeans.

 

“Two or three months ago,” I answered promptly, as I picked them up and handed them to him. I turned as he and the bitch do the same.

 

“How much,”

 

“About four hundred,”

“He sent less.”

 

“He's been sending less with each one, for years now.”

 

“Fucking cheapskate…”

 

I sighed as I stared at a red spot that decorated the wall. It was small and almost invisible but I couldn't help but wonder if it was mine or my mothers, or even-

 

“So nothing came with it, right?”

 

I turned to face him, somewhat relieved that he and his bitch managed to get clothes on. “Just the check; what are you expecting from him, an `I miss you' card. Get serious.”

 

He grunted and stood up, and without so much as a glance to his fuck hole he left for his room, slamming to door with a conviction that had me jump a little. I shook my head and let out the air that I hadn't realized I was holding. Usually when the check comes around I was the one he was slamming around. Maybe because he just finished fucking someone and exerted all of his energy.

 

I turned around to the girl who was stepping into her sneakers while looking at me.

 

I felt my eye twitch at the sight of her, “Bitch, what the fuck you looking at, get the fuck out of my house. I hope you not expecting money.” I sneered at her when she threw up her middle finger at me, before grabbing the last of her stuff and leaving without so much as a bye, which is probably good for both of us.

 

“I need to go to fucking bed,” I growled to myself heading toward the stairs. Tomorrow I had a lot of things to take care of.

 

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Fuck, I growled to myself, it was just past midnight and I still couldn't sleep. Tomorrow's events were playing through my head and that shit was eating at me. I still had no idea how the hell was I suppose to pull this shit off. I don't know shit about business deals, and I'm pretty sure no one wants to listen to someone who wasn't even at the legal age to buy their own dutch; to come into their place of business and practically try to convince them to evenly split profits with someone else.

 

I didn't even know what the damn contract that I was supposed to push on the guy looked like. That's what I need to do, find out exactly what was on those papers.

 

I need to make a phone call.

 

“Fuck,” I flipped open my phone, I searched for her name as I let my mind slip through the events that were to happen tomorrow.

 

Saturday came a little to fast and I still had too much to do. I fucking hated Naraku, tomorrow was suppose to be a day I looked forward to do, get high, get drunks, party my ass off, and if I'm lucky have a good fuck, I shouldn't have to worry about getting some contract signed.

 

“Hello?” an aggravated tired voice spoke through the phone.

 

“I didn't wake you, now did I?” I asked as I stood up and walked away from my bed. I walked to the open window and sat on the sill letting the cool breeze relax me, the storm ended an hour ago, and I had yet to fall asleep.

 

Kikyo yawned into the phone, “Of course not Inuyasha, I'm always up at midnight.”

 

“Glad to hear it.” I smiled as I ran my fingers through my hair trying to get a few of the tangles out.

 

“What do you want Inuyasha, I would like to go back to sleep.”

 

“Sleep can wait.” I said as I took the rubber band from my hand and tied it to the end of my hair, in a sloppy ponytail. “I have to get a contract signed and I haven't gotten it yet.”

 

“Naraku wanted to check over something so he had me give it back to him; I'll get it for you in the morning so you can have some time to go over it.”

 

“I'm also going to need as much information on this Nick Cage person as you can get.”

 

The other end went quiet, and before I heard rustling and a sigh, “You taking this quiet serious Inuyasha,”

 

“Yeah well, something tells me my life is counting on this guy signing that contract.” I mumbled in the phone. When the cool air became to harsh to bare, I closed the window and made my way to my dresser, and started tossing around several papers, empty pain medicine bottles, dirty dishes such as bowls and cups. I had a sudden urge for a cigarette and I thought I had a pack on this dresser, unless father-of the-year confiscated those when he raided my room.

 

“Well, I can't say anything on that, seeing as how I myself don't know the seriousness of this situation. I do have to agree that taking the precaution before going in there is a smart call.”

 

“So, you'll get me the information I need by the time you drop off those papers tomorrow?”

 

“As long as you let me get some sleep tonight,” Kikyo growled into the phone.

 

I smirked, “were you really sleeping?”

 

She sighed and I knew she was rolling her eyes; I sat back on my bed long giving up my search for cigarettes.

 

“If nothing else, Inuyasha, I'm ending this call.”

 

“Wait… have you ever met the guy before?”

 

“Shit Inuyasha ask me again tomorrow, I'm fucking tired.”

 

“Just answer the question, I have to do this thing tomorrow night, and I need to know something.” I growled. It was getting to me, the pressure of it all. I was wondering how the hell I'm suppose to go into this thing unprepared, there's no way the guy would even talk to me.

 

“Uh…I met the Cage twice.” She said in a tired voice.

 

“What was he like?”

 

“Just like any other businessman, protective of his business as corrupt as the government and loved the pussy he got.”

 

“Anything about him that had you noticed,” I asked digging for as much information, I scratched my head, groaning when my hand went over the knot that formed in my head.

 

The phone went silent before Kikyo spoke, which she did in a composed voice, “There was something I noticed, but it's nothing big. The first time we met, he barely looked my way, but the second time, he noticed me, almost as if he almost respected me, well more than the first time we met. Perhaps it was because the second time I more involved in that meeting. There was also a woman there who he regarded with high respect.”

 

This perked my interest, “What was she like, not another bed warmer was she?”

 

“Oh she was and then some. I believe her name was Trinity Legend, 5'7' 145 lbs, perfect shape, golden brown skin, wavy black hair perfect teeth even. She was sexy as hell; even I wanted to do her. However it was known that although he loved her body, he valued her mind even more so. She had a degree in business and he took advantage of it, she was good for his business and she was great in bed; a perfect combo”

 

“You use past a tense.” I pointed out, as I stood back from the bed and took off my pajama pants, only thing I was wearing now was my boxers, I dropped to my bed and looked up at my ceiling.

 

“Well she's not doing much business deals from six feet under.”

 

I leant up on one elbow at her statement. “What happened?”

 

“According to police records; one night after leaving Night Life, she was mugged, beat up, and murdered, then her body was left in a ditch somewhere not too far away from her apartment. According to Naraku's records, she was beat up and murdered by Cage and he had her body dumped not too far away from her apartment.”

 

“You got proof?” I asked.

 

Kikyo laughed lightly in the phone, “Now Inuyasha, this is Naraku we're talking about. Not only does he have the proof, he even has physical proof of what happened the night she was killed.”

 

“So is that case still unsolved by the police?”

 

“It was left at a simple mugging that went too far. Real basic type shit,” I nodded in understanding although the action was unseen through the phone. “Anyway, we're getting off topic at hand, I just have one thing to say as of advice, take it as you see fit.”

 

“I'm listening,”

 

“Cage likes black women, but loves smart women. He hates Naraku, but knows he owes him money. He traps easily.

 

“Now I'm going back to bed, I'll deliver the files that we have on Cage and contracts and such in the morning. Good night Inuyasha.”

 

The phone beeped in my air seconds later, signaling the end of our conversation. I leant over the bed to attach my phone to its charger. As I got up one last time to turn off the light, a flash of lightening lit up the sky at the same time a plan formed in my head.

 

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror that sat on my dresser and saw my toothy smirk etched across my face before the room was enveloped in darkness.

 

Tomorrow was Saturday; it would be an interesting night indeed…

 

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AN: ::peeks from behind wall, and see an extremely angry audience with torches, pitchforks and be-be guns. Hides again, and attempt to run away before a large cane catches me and pulls me on the stage. Turn to audience and weakly waves. “Uh hi everyone…” hehe

 

::Bows deeply at the waist. First:: I would like to apologize to all my readers. I even believe that I took too long with this one chapter, and it's not even the party one as I promised. I was going to make it into one, but I needed to get some other things out. Which I'll explain shortly.

 

One of the main reasons it took me to bring this out was because I'm suffering from a year long writer's block. I honestly can't right, and when I do, I have to force myself to do and if I do that, I feel my writing is no good, but I can't leave my readers waiting. I'll try to update more quickly…

 

Anyway this right here is a very important chapter, and I'll explain it now, because I doubt I'll go in depth about it through out the story.

 

Toga family back ground is vaguely explained in this letter.

Every few months or so, toga's father sends him a check, think of it as grandchild support. There use to be two checks one for sess the other for inu, but since sess left, grandpa found out and now only one comes for inu but they get less and less. In a way these checks are the reason why the taisho family have a bit of money in their pockets, and toga is relying on inu staying in that house to get those checks. Which is why he won't let him leave, also since he's relying on inu he resents that and so he beats him, it's a psychological reason really. But if u have questions keep reading, I just may answer them.

 

::stands up and bows once more:: sorry for the update ::curtains close, and I fall to the floor, breathing deeply:: I can't believe im alive::

 

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