InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Letters, and Calloused Fingertips. ❯ Family Secrets. ( Chapter 8 )

A/N: Ok, I've been trying to work out all of the kinks for this next chapter. I'm introducing this semi-new character, and I know that a lot of you are wondering why I leaked that little bit about there being a problem between Inuyasha and Keiko's new beau, but this stuff with Sakura (or Ko, as her real name is) needs to come out first. She'll offer up a ton of insight into the whole relationship between Keiko and Inuyasha, and it helps to salvage the relationship between Kagome and Inuyasha.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and co, nor do I get paid for this soft-core porn.

 

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Lies, Letters, and Calloused Fingertips.

 

Chapter Eight: Family Secrets.

 

Ko brushed the hair from her eyes as Kagome took another sip of her dry martini. She'd never drunk so much before, but she felt pretty shitty tonight; it only seemed fitting that she drink and drink and drink until she couldn't stand up anymore. Shippo had agreed to keep Inuyasha occupied at the house while Ko attempted to cheer up Kagome. So far, the kitsune's mate was failing miserably.

 

“Look at it this way,” she tried once again to bring Kagome out of the slumps, “he's with you now, not my sister.”

 

“But he was with her, at one time!” the former priestess huffed. Her head fell into her hands, and she groaned. “How could he do this to me? I mean, it wasn't my fault that the well closed. How could he…” She sighed, stopping what could possibly amount to some very hateful words. “He knew that the well would close. I mean… how could he have possibly thought that I would abort the baby?”

 

Ko sighed, losing her patience at last and leaning back in the chair. “Ah, quit your whining, girl.”

 

Kagome blinked at the stranger in surprise at her gruff tone. “I'm not whining -”

 

“Oh, come now, Kagome,” Ko chided, holding a finger up to stop her. “You are too, and you know it. You've been whining for quite some time this evening.

 

“Now, I've known Inuyasha for a great deal of time, though I'm sure I still don't know him nearly as well as you do. That's a very secretive man that you've gone and gotten yourself married to, and he can be pretty brash and insensitive at times. But he's good nonetheless. He's been through lots more than you were around to see, from what I hear.”

 

Kagome snorted. “Really.”

 

There was a loud “clink!” as Ko's glass once again met the wooden surface of the bar. She glared at the girl to her left. “Really.”

 

Kagome sighed and slumped down into her chair more and more, hoping to disappear into it. Ko smirked at her, taking another, much calmer sip from her glass. “Look,” the older human said, “I didn't mean to go all Mother-May-I on you. I've just been pretty protective of that man ever since…” She stopped suddenly, her faint smile fading and replaced with a stern, sad look. She chugged the last of her drink suddenly and raised a hand, signaling for another. As the bartender busied himself with making her drink, Ko turned back to look at Kagome, who met her gaze with widened eyes.

 

“Wow,” the former Miko murmured. “You must've had a pretty bad century, too.”

 

Ko shrugged. “Not really. I've just done some bad things.”

 

Kagome's face scrunched somewhat, obviously intrigued by what her companion was saying. The bartender silently slid the refilled glass of brandy down the bar; Ko caught it in her hand expertly before bringing it to her lips and taking a gulp.

 

“I'm going to tell you a part of this story that no one else can tell you from the right point of view,” she said in a low voice. “There were many players in this part, but only I can tell you everything.”

 

Kagome simply nodded, speechless.

 

Ko sighed, taking one more sip to help her brace herself for what was to come:

 

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The first time he approached me, I was very nervous, though I hid it well, he told me later. He was magnificent, a real god; in my naïve eyes, he was nothing less than perfect.

 

I didn't care that he was married. He asked me to his bed that day, and I failed to say no.

 

Rin had taken Aiko and the younger girls with her to stay in Paris for about a week. While they were gone, the full moon struck without Rin's knowledge; Inuyasha and Sesshomaru began to suffer from a brief form of their youkai heat during her absence. I watched day after day as Inuyasha threatened to tear himself in two; however, he managed not to betray you or my sister. He loved you still, even when you were decades from existing, and he loved my sister, though he knew she didn't love him back.

 

Sesshomaru, however, was not as good at coping with his lust as his younger brother. His mate was gone for the duration of the heat; she couldn't occupy him as she normally did. He honestly wasn't used to being without her, I think. Shippo once told me that, in all the centuries he'd known them since they were mated, he couldn't remember a single time when Sesshomaru was without Rin. She was always there for him, always there to take care of him, always there to receive the brunt of his heat.

 

Okaa-san was very surprised when she opened the front door of the okiya that fateful morning. There he stood, the demi-god himself, wearing a fine, expensive-looking suit. He somehow managed to keep his expression amazingly serene, but I could just sense the tension rolling off him; he wasn't angry, but there was obviously something wrong. Every other time my sister and I had spent time with the Taisho family, it was always the same - Inuyasha went back and forth between the doting uncle and the jokester, Rin was the cute, sweet one, and Sesshomaru-sama was the quiet, grumpy one who sat in the back. The only one to ever really interact with him in public was Rin; Inuyasha and Sesshomaru may have been closer than ever, but they still weren't that close.

 

I knew he was married; hell, even Okaa-san knew that Sesshomaru Taisho had a little lady waiting at home.

 

He said that he would only be paying for company. He didn't say much, really; I left with him, knowing from the strange, tense feeling in my gut that I wouldn't be there for “just entertainment.”

 

Maybe, technically, that's what I was.

 

We barely made it into the foyer of the Western place before he pounced. And, yes, I do mean pounce. He grabbed me and practically dragged me up the stairs and down some corridors until we made it to what was obviously the master bedroom; there, he proceeded to pretty much rip my kimono to shreds, and, despite my protests, he threw me onto the bed and… began.

 

It was rough, it was brutal, and it seemed to go on forever. I'm still not entirely sure how I endured it, being thrown into it like I was; now, with Shippo, it's much easier. He's not as… ravenous as Sesshomaru was.

 

I spent the entire week there. I missed countless appointments… Okaa-san was insanely upset with me when I finally returned to the okiya.

 

My last day at the Western House, Rin arrived home with the otomes. Inuyasha had left his Tokyo apartment to run to the airport and pick them up, and he rode with them back to the House.

 

I'm not sure that I'll ever forget the look on their faces when they walked in the front door and saw me bowing at the waist to Sesshomaru and shuffling down the stairs in a brand new kimono he had bought me as part of my “payment.”

 

Inuyasha once told me afterward that he'd never seen Rin so angry in all his life. I had to agree; she was normally a very bright, spunky woman with a good, carefree nature.

 

But she knew instantly what was going on, and I swear your husband's jaw about hit the polished floor!

 

Angry words were exchanged, and, of course, being the dumb girl that I am, I smarted off to the petite Lady of the West, thinking, Oh, she can't do anything to me, I have to deal with bitchy, hardcore geisha all day and night. Fists flew, and hers met my cheek in a very masculine way. I had to give her that; Rin knew just how to smack a bitch, as the term goes nowadays.

 

Inuyasha instantly attempted to break up the catfight, but he was quickly overwhelmed when Aiko joined in. She growled at me and popped me so hard across the face that I thought my head was going to explode. It was a huge mess; Inuyasha was practically screaming at Sesshomaru for help, but he just stood there, at the top of the stairs, watching with that cool aloofness of his. Finally, Shippo walked in the front door, saw the fastly worsening situation, and dove right into the fray, quite possibly saving me from a broken face and a bruised ass. He helped me up while Inuyasha pulled Aiko and Rin away; while Aiko was still yelling obscenities at me from around Inuyasha, Rin stormed right up those stairs and let Sesshomaru have it.

 

Those two disappeared into the rest of the house, but we could still hear Rin screaming at Sesshomaru. Aiko, in tears by that point, ran off into the back of the home, Inuyasha hot at her heels after shooting me one of the most murderous looks ever.

 

Shippo looked at me sheepishly. “Heh. Hi there.”

 

I flushed a deep pink. “Hi. I'm Sakura.”

 

“Shippo.” He smiled, and I smiled shyly back. I stuck my hand out to him. “It's nice to meet you, Shippo,” I told him, and he shook my extended hand.

 

He led me outside, into the front, and he walked me all the way back to Asakusa, back to my okiya. Such a sweet boy you and Inuyasha raised…

 

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“Oh, I was sweet, was I?”

 

Ko turned, quite pleased to see her mate and husband standing there behind her, grinning at her ruefully. Kagome rolled her eyes, slipping off the barstool and disappearing into the crowd. As Shippo came forward, gathering his tipsy mate in his arms, Ko watched Kagome over his shoulder as she somehow got herself lost on the dance floor.

 

She was about the push away from Shippo to go get the other woman when she saw a well-built, silver-haired male come up behind Kagome, taking her hips in his large hands and swaying with her petite body to the music. Satisfied, Ko leaned into her mate's warm, gentle embrace.

 

“Oi, runt! Where'd you let my wife run off to?”

 

Ko stiffened suddenly when she heard Inuyasha's voice right beside them. Shippo released Ko and turned to his right, astounded when he realized that the barstool beside them was now empty. “Bu-But, Inuyasha-”

 

“I thought that was you she was dancing with, Yash,” Ko told him mournfully as she raised her hand and pointed into the crowd. The two men turned and saw what she was looking at. Their eyes widened comically - but it was a very serious matter.

 

“Hakudoshi?!”