InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Leave it in the past ❯ Sweet Revenge! hehe! ( Chapter 18 )

Hey guys! I hope you've noticed that I've been updating faster than usual. I feel really good about it but I don't know how long it will last. Probably a couple more weeks, I hope in the least. I hope you're enjoying the story so far.

 

 

Rin had a semi-normal day at school, not including when she'd found a boy in her first period class checking her out under her skirt when he “Fell”. Kanna, her best friend, had just laughed as she bashed the boy's head in with her high heeled foot. Rin had giggled and smirked at him before leaving him on the floor.

 

When she got back in, she changed out of her jeans and v-neck and into a white wrap sweater, a pair of tight skinny jeans, and some peep-toe pumps that made her legs even more defined in the dark wash jeans. She curled her straightened hair and put on light makeup before grabbing her keys form the bowl on the table and getting in her car, heading out towards the Takahashi company skyscraper.

 

She pulled into the parking area, and walked up through the doors towards reception.

 

“May I help you?” the older woman across the desk asked sternly.

 

“Yes. I'm here as a replacement for Kagome Higurashi, she called ahead,” Rin said, her voice annoyed.

 

“Well, you may go on up to the eighteenth floor, but you might have to wait on Mr. Takahashi. He might be busy,” the hawk-like woman said disdainfully.

 

Rin gave her a mocking smile before pressing the button for an elevator. When one finally came, there was Inuyasha. He looked at her questioningly.

 

“Rin, what are you doing here?” Inuyasha asked.

 

“I'm here to see you, to take notes and stuff. Kagome couldn't come in today. She had some problems at work,” Rin said.

 

“Oh, well I was just going to see where she was. Your fifteen minutes late,” he said.

 

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, “I had some…uh…pressing issues after school. She didn't have to tell him that those pressing issues included being harassed by a bunch of perverted boys in the school parking lot. It wasn't necessary.

 

“Well, since you missed your appointment, so I'll have to turn you over to someone else. Wait here,” Inuyasha said, going up to the receptionist.

 

He spoke to her quietly for a few minutes before motioning her over. “You'll be going up to the twentieth floor, office number 13. The receptionist will be calling ahead. You can go on now,” he said, walking away from her and pulling out his phone.

 

“O.k…what a jerk,” Rin said before getting back on the elevator and pressing the button labeled “20”. She had a nauseous feeling of loosing equilibrium before the doors opened with a ding.

 

She stepped out of the elevator, counting the marked doors until she came to the right door, knocking before opening stepping in to a room almost completely made of glass windows.

 

In a leather chair pushed up to a mahogany desk sat someone with silver hair, their head bent of some papers.

 

Rin felt her heart race as she hoped this wasn't who she thought it was.

 

“Uhum, excuse me?” Rin asked.

 

The man lifted his head and Rin's fears were realized. He lifted his eyebrow mockingly.

 

“Ummm…The receptionist called ahead,” Rin said, looking at the floor.

 

“Ah! So you're the one my bastard brother pushed on me at the last minute,” he said sardonically.

 

“Whatever. I have a job to do. Could you please just cut the…” she trailed off as she felt his eyes running over her body.

 

“Uh, ever heard of sexual harassment?” Rin asked, her cheeks flaming.

 

“Just have a seat and we can get down to business,” he said in a cold voice.

 

Her heels clicked across the floor as she went to take a seat. She crossed her legs and bent over into her bag to get something, looking up to catch his eyes on her cleavage. She put her finger in between her breasts pointing up. “My face is up here.”

 

His face remained passive as Rin straightened with a notepad and a ballpoint pin.

 

For the next hour and a half, Rin jotted down his exact words, hoping that even though she didn't understand what he was saying, Kagome at least would.

 

Finally, their “meeting” came to a close a Rin stood to go, she was at the door, about to open it when she felt his heat behind her. She turned around, her back firmly to the door. He placed his hands on either side of her head a leaned down towards her.

 

“Nice seeing you again,” he said, his eyes darting towards her lips.

 

She waited until his eyes were closed before pulling her face to the side and he skimmed her cheek. She slipped out from under his arms.

 

She reached for the door knob. His body was still leaned on the door. She cleared her throat. He stood back from the door, allowing for her to open it. She was half way to freedom when he grabbed her arm and again leaned down to give her a kiss. “Listen,” she said in a desperate whisper, “stop playing games with me.” She didn't even bother to pull her face away from his.

 

“What games,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

 

“I already know. Don't even try,” she said, prying his hand from her arm and leaving.

 

“Know what?!” he asked after her retreating form, following after her towards the elevator.

 

She stopped and pressed the button, waiting for the elevator to get there with impatience.

 

“Answer me!” he said as there was a ding and the doors opened.

 

She got in turning around to face him. “You were playing me when you came to my house,” Rin pressed the button for the ground floor. “I know you're not single. Which makes me wonder why you're even bothering with little `ole me,” she said, pressing the button for the doors to automatically close, keeping her face blank. When they finally did, leaving a very agitated super model in a business suit on the other side, she finally let her sadness show. He could never want her and she could never let him know how much she wanted him.

 

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Kagome picked up her phone and dialed Sango's number, hoping to catch her before she actually turned off her phone.

 

She heard three rings before Sango's cheerful voice mail. “Hey this is Sango, I can't pick up the phone right now so leave a message and I'll get back to you…or not.”

 

Kagome growled at her cell before savagely shoving it into her bag. She unlocked her door and hurried through to find Rin already in her room.

 

“I'm home!” Kagome yelled cheerfully.

 

“Hey! Um…it's a Friday so I'm gonna go over to Kanna's house for the night… if that's cool with you.” Rin said, coming cheerfully into the living room with a duffel bag filled with stuff for the night.

 

“Uh, sure. Yeah go ahead,” Kagome said, quietly going into her bedroom and changing into a huge t-shirt that only came to the end of her underwear.

 

She heard Rin leave and finally let herself sag from the emotional and physical fatigue. She couldn't stand this. Even though her relationship didn't last that long, it felt as if he was the only thing keeping her going. Now, without him in her life, she felt like something was missing. She'd always heard the saying, once a cheater, always a cheater, but at her weak moments, she considered picking up the phone and calling Inuyasha and begging him to come back. She knew it should've been the other way around but Inuyasha hadn't called or anything since this morning.

 

Kagome heard a knock at the door. “Sango probably forgot her frickin key again,” she said as she unlocked the deadbolt and the other lock before opening the door. There stood Inuyasha with his tie loosened and his hair over one shoulder, looking every part the super model she'd thought he could be.

 

“Um…what are you doing here?” Kagome asked, her voice shaking.

 

“I wanted to see you, just for a second,” he said, looking up sheepishly.

 

“Well, I'm kind of busy,” she said, looking down at her toes, noticing that a very large expanse of leg was being flaunted. She blushed and hid most of herself behind the door.

 

“I…just need to talk to you,” he said, looking at her with hope filled eyes.

 

“I can't handle this right now, Inuyasha I…” she started to say, but he was making his way slowly towards her, finally stopping just inside her door, his face inches from hers. Kagome took in a quick gust of air before her lips were captured in a heated, pain-filled kiss. She tried to push him away, tears clotting her vision as they fell freely down her cheek.

 

He pushed her back and kicked the door shut, not breaking the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, encompassing her in the warm, familiar smell and feel of him. Now, she didn't care that he'd betrayed her. She just wanted him closer, if that were even possible. She could feel her body heating up under his touch, his hands running up and down her back, making her shiver and shake in his arms.

 

He took her responses as a go ahead as he caressed her through her clothes, making her skin flush with desire. Her tears kept falling, because she knew this was wrong, but the feeling of him being there in his arms was too sweet, the sensations he was creating throughout her body clouding her brain. `Dear god!' she said in silent prayer, `just let me have this and I will never want anything else.'

 

His hands move under her clothes, running over her bareback and her sides, barely brushing the sides of her breasts, making her catch her bottom lip between her teeth. They were so close, but she needed closer still. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight, her arms wrapped around his neck.

 

His hands moved to her front under her shirt, brushing over the swell of her breasts, over her nipples which sent sensation down her spine to her core. His hands continued over her stomach to the waistband of her panties, just caressing under the edge before carrying them to her bed and laying her down before taking off his clothes, standing nude before her.

 

Her tears fell harder as she reached out desperately for him, wishing that, after their little endeavor was over, she didn't have to turn him away, but she just didn't have the strength right now to tell him to leave when all she wanted him to do was stay.

 

He leaned over her, pulling her shirt up over her head so that all she had on was her bra and panties. His finger traced up her arms to her bra straps, pulling them slowly down. He lifted her pliant, limp body up from the bed so he could undo her bra strap, pulling the flimsy fabric from her body and revealing the luscious curve of her breasts. He cupped them and his lips descended on her nipples, laving them until they were distended and rock hard. He continued down the valley between them, further still, laving down her stomach until he came to her panties again. Kagome fisted the covers and cried out as he pulled them down her legs and off with only his teeth.

 

He spread her legs and was face level with her mound, using his finger to press down on her sensitive pearl, making her scream. He slowly massaged it, then removed his finger and used his tongue. He slid one finger up into her core and wriggled it up as far as it would go, then slowly pulled it out, repeating the process until he had her panting.

 

Finally, he came back up and kissed her as he arched her bottom up off the bed and positioned his staff at her entrance. Kagome wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he slid slowly in, then out, making her arch up with each deep thrust. He slowly began to gain speed until she could no longer keep up. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on, savoring each thrust that brought her closer and closer to the edge. She tried to look into his face, but it was blurred. She pulled herself as tightly to his body as she could as wave after wave of the most explosive orgasm she had ever experienced. She began to scream, sobbing and crying with it, louder than she thought she was capable of, the long, slow waves breaking over her body. She blacked out for a second as the waves kept coming for was seemed like forever. She didn't even notice that he'd come soon after her because she was still screaming herself hoarse, her body still contracting. They finally stopped and she collapsed, falling quickly into a content sleep.

 

When Kagome woke up the next morning, Inuyasha was still asleep. Kagome got up and put on her shirt again, not bothering with any of her undergarments. She put her disheveled hair up into a pony tail and curled up into a chair that was near the bed, dreading when the man would wake up.

 

She sat for half and hour in the same position, her head in her hands when he finally woke up.

 

“Good morning,” he said as he sat up.

 

“Get your clothes and get out,” Kagome said in a dead voice.

 

“What?!” he asked, looking up at her in shock.

 

“You heard me,” she said, standing and going into the bath room to take a shower, locking the door. She let herself feel the pain, let her heart throb where she could be alone, let herself cry.

 

“Kagome!” she heard him yell through the door before she turned on the hot spray of the shower.

 

She scrubbed herself vigorously, her skin red from it. She washed her hair with her vanilla shampoo, brushed her teeth, stalling for time and hoping he'd be gone by the time she got out. She wrapped a towel loosely around herself before opening the door. He was still there, fuming.

 

“Kagome,” he said as he followed her to her bedroom.

 

“Stay out of my room, I'm getting dressed.”

 

“It's not like I haven't seen it before,” Inuyasha said, following her in.

 

“Suit yourself, but keep it in your pants.”

 

She dropped her towel the second she was in the room, going to her closet and pulling out some clothes to wear. She dressed hastily.

 

“I thought you'd be gone already,” she said, turning to him before going back to the bathroom, grabbing up a brush and running it through her hair. He followed as she expected he would.

 

“No. I'm not leaving. We need to talk,” he said.

 

“No, WE don't need to do anything. YOU need to leave,” she said.

 

“After what happened last night?” he asked.

 

“Having sex with me doesn't make up for the fact that you cheated on me. I owe you no conversation. Get your shit and get out,” Kagome said hastily, applying curling moose to her hair.

 

He glared dagger at her before turning, grabbing his suit jacket. “You are still going to talk to me,” he said as he left.

 

“What ever helps you sleep at night. Just don't come around here because I didn't tell Sango about what happened,” she said.

 

“Why? I'd think you'd want to spout it to everybody.” He said petulantly.

 

“Nope! What do you think would've happened if I had let Sango know? What happened last night would've never been possible,” Kagome said, coming over, pushing him out the door and slamming it. She had tried to keep her cool through that whole thing…And she'd done surprisingly well. Now, though, she could let it show. She slumped to the floor and cried.

 

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Sango had gotten in early in the morning to hear…stuff. She didn't really feel comfortable when she came into the house because there was something going on that she probably shouldn't hear. So, Sango grabbed her book and walked down to the coffee shop on the corner of their street. She hopped up on one of the stools that were in front of a window and ordered herself a caffe corretto (espresso with alcohol in it ).

 

She opened her novel, not a trashy romance novel, but the novel “The grapes of wrath” by John Steinbeck. She knew it would probably make her look like a freak, but she'd never read it in high school (even though it was an assignment) and had gotten the answers from the internet.

 

When she was getting the answers, she'd found that the book was intensely interesting and she regretted not reading. So, she went into a book store, bought the book, and began reading.

 

She'd been so engrossed in her book for about thirty minutes, so when someone came by the window, glancing in for a second, then, with a lecherous grin, came in. He went up to the counter and ordered a Macchiato. He sat down in front of her and she didn't notice.

 

Sango felt a hand going up her thigh from under her table and she started, looking up into brilliant blue eyes, mischievously lit and ready to start trouble.

 

“Excuse me? What the hell do you think you're doing?” Sango said, pulling his hand off of her and standing up.

 

“I honestly don't know what you're talking about,” Miroku said, giving her an innocent look.

 

Sango gave him a disgusted look before standing up and going to the coffee counter. “Can I possibly get this in a to-go cup?” she asked sweetly.

 

“S-sure,” the teenage boy at the cash register said, fumbling with the cups.

 

Sango grabbed her coffee and hurried out the door hoping to get to her apartment before the lecher decided to follow her. No such luck.

 

Sango heard a whistle behind her and she turned quickly to see Miroku staring…but not at her face.

 

“You owe me five buck for that one,” Sango said, smirking before trying to power walk in her stilettos.

 

She finally got her building, opening the door with her key then shutting it quickly, hearing it automatically lock.

 

She turned to Miroku through the window, holding the key up for him to see it before turning and hurrying triumphantly up the stairs, noticing that it was indeed six in the morning…she'd been at the coffee shop for almost four hours. She'd still beaten Miroku! Haha!