InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Playboy ❯ Crossing the Line ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Playboy

Chapter 1: Crossing the Line

"Kagome, dinner's ready." Miroku said from the doorway. Kagome lifted her head from the book she was reading to look at her older brother. "Mom made your favorite," he added in a sing song voice.

"Oden!" Kagome bounced out of bed and rushed passed Miroku as he held the door open. He chuckled as she shot past. Miroku whistled softly to himself as he followed her down stairs. A strange smile played on his lips as he entered the dinning room. Kagome was stand in front of him, her face twisted in anger and her hands planted on her hips.

"Miroku! You said mom was my favorite dinner!"

"Did I say that?" He asked innocently, touching the corner of his mouth with a finger in thought. "I meant to say she was made my favorite dinner. I hope you aren't too disappointed Kag."

"Miroku!" Kagome lunged at her older brother, who casually sidestepped the attack. With all the grace he had, Miroku took his seat at the table. He looked back and grinned down at Kagome.

"Kids, please no fighting at the table." Their mother called from the kitchen.

"That's right, Kag, no fighting at the table." Miroku mimicked.

"Oh and Miroku, it's your turn to do the dishes." Mrs. Higurashi reminded him as she brought the food out. Kagome laughed as her older sibling pouted. Their grandfather entered with four bowls of rice and sets of chopsticks. He chuckled at his grandchildren's antics as he placed his cargo on the table and took his seat. Mrs. Higurashi rolled her eyes as Kagome began to tug on Miroku's small ponytail and he, in return, was tugging at her ears. "Both of you stop. Just once I'd like a quiet family dinner."

"I bet if Sango were here, Miroku would behave!" Kagome snorted. "She always knows how to whip him into shape."

"I am not whipped!"

"Stop! Both of you!" Both children fell silent instantly. "Thank you." She dipped a scoop of the stew over each portion of rice before passing it to a family member. They each accepted the food and, after a short prayer from grandpa, began to eat. The wooden sticks clinked against the bowls as they ate. Miroku and Kagome kept kicking each other under the table, while their mother ignored the occasional thump of skin to skin.

"Have I ever told you the history of this stew?" Grandpa began as he studied a piece of meat.

"Grandpa…" Kagome groaned.

"Why yes, grandpa you did." Miroku said promptly. "It was quiet a exciting tale. And while I'd love for you to regal us with it once again, I do believe that our dear mother wished for a quiet meal." Kagome stared at her brother in disbelief. Grandpa grumbled but ate his meat, while Mrs. Higurashi seemed suddenly interested in her food. Miroku grimaced as Kagome delivered a particularly hard kick to his shin. The meal finished without further incident.

Miroku was just gathering the dishes to take to the kitchen when the phone rang. Kagome picked it up with a bright greeting, but the cheerfulness quickly drained away at the sound on the other line.

"Eri? Is that you? Why are you crying?" Miroku turned to look at his sister over his shoulder. It always worried him to not see Kagome smiling, for all their fighting the two were actually very close. "Eri, you need to calm down and tell me what happened? …Yes, I know him… You didn't!… Oh Eri, you knew what he was like… Sweetie, I'm sorry… I agree, he's an ass…" At this point Miroku stopped listening. It was some girl trouble. He finished the dishes and put them away before heading up to his room. Kagome was still on the phone when he left.

Miroku was just shutting his English book when he heard Kagome storm past his room. With an eyebrow lifted in curiosity, he went to investigate. He got out into the hallway just in time to have Kagome slam her door with house shaking force. Timidly Miroku knocked on his younger sister's door. There was no answer, but he let himself in anyway.

Kagome was kneeling on her bed beating her pillow with all the strength she had. Her face was slightly flushed with anger, and her eyes seemed darker then normal. Concern passed over the boy's face at the sight; it usually took a lot to get under his sister's skin. Whatever had upset her, it was definitely big. Calmly Miroku crossed the room and placed both hands on Kagome's shoulders, stopping her assault on the helpless pillow. She did not turn to look at him though.

"Kagome…?" He took a seat next to her on the bed and turned her to face him. "What happened? Are you ok?" She looked at him for a minute before taking a seat beside him with a sigh.

"It's Eri."

"What happened to Eri? It can't be worth killing and innocent pillow over." Kagome smiled weakly at his joke.

"She just got dumped."

"Ahhh, the agonies of love is it?"

"It's not that. I'm just mad she even went out with the guy in the first place."

"He didn't live up to you standards?"

"It was Inuyasha." Miroku made a face.

"Who?"

"Inuyasha." Kagome repeated.

"That doesn't really help Kag. Who is Inuyasha and why is he so bad?" Kagome sighed and began to toy with the comforter. A frown played on her face as she searched for a way to explain the problem. Miroku waited patiently for her, watching a bird outside the window.

"He's… I guess you could say he's a playboy."

"Front cover or Centerfold?" Kagome punched him in the arm but she was smiling despite herself. "Ha! Made you smile!" Miroku laughed, "Now seriously Kag, it can't be that bad." Kagome rolled her eyes.

"He is always getting girls to got out with him, seducing them, then dumping them as soon as he gets what he wants."

"And Eri went out with him…?"

"Even though she knew he would do this. I just can't believe it!" She punched her pillow again in frustration. Miroku took hold of her again to divert another pillow thrashing.

"So are you mad at Eri for being stupid, or at this Inuyasha guy for being a playboy?" Kagome sighed again and looked down at the floor.

"A little of both I guess…"

"And what can you do about it?" Miroku prompted.

"Nothing really…" Kagome sighed

"So getting mad and killing your pillow will…?"

"Not help." Kagome finished. Miroku smile and pat her shoulder as he got to his feet. "But Inuyasha still shouldn't be allowed to get away with this! It isn't right for him to go around using people like he does!" Miroku looked down at her, a far off sort of smile playing at his lips. He leaned down and placed both hands on his sister's shoulders.

"You're right Kag, but until some one draws that line in the sand for him, he's just going to keep testing his limits." He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "Get some sleep Kag. This guy isn't worth worrying over." Kagome nodded and Miroku ruffled her hair as he stood up. "Besides you need the rest. Aren't you stealing away my beloved Sango for some girl's day out sort of thing?" Kagome's expression brightened.

"I almost forgot in all that mess with Eri! Thanks Miroku!" She jumped up and gave her brother a hug and kiss on the cheek. The older boy chuckled as he left the room and shut the door behind him. Kagome hurriedly changed into her pajamas, before darting into the bathroom for her evening ritual. She emerged brushed, washed, and ready for bed.

Kagome turned out the lights as she snuggled under the covers, but sleep did not come. Her mind kept going back to her conversation with Eri. She had been crying so hard when she had answered the phone that Kagome almost could not understand her. When she had calmed down enough to talk, it had been in heart breaking sobs.

"Eri, you need to calm down and tell me what happened?" A few choked sobs and some loud sniffling followed the request. After a minute the girl took a deep breath and let it out with a shudder, gasping it back a few times before finally releasing it completely.

"You know Inuyasha, right?" She asked, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke.

"Yes, I know him." Kagome answered, concern slipping into her voice. Why would Eri be talking about that jerk? Inuyasha was too high on himself to notice that girls like them were even alive. He preferred the girls that threw themselves at him or worshiped the ground he walked on. Kagome and her friends had barely even taken notice of him, except when they were making fun of the girls hanging off him.

"Well, I… I… went out with him." She hiccuped as she spoke, before starting to sob again.

"You didn't!" Kagome's mouth hung open slightly in shock. How could she do this when she knew how Inuyasha treated women?

"He was so nice!" She went on her voice cracking again, "He said I wasn't like the other girls and I was important to him. Then he wanted to show me how much he cared…" Eri was lost again to her tears, "Then he called and said that… that… that it was a mistake and he was sorry it didn't work out…" Eri dissolved again.

"Oh Eri, you knew what he was like." Kagome tried to sound sympathetic but it sounded more scolding. Eri sobbed harder and Kagome could almost see her head dropping lower.

"I know, but… he was so… cute and… and convincing…and…and…and…"

"Sweetie, I'm sorry."

"He's such an…an… ass!" Eri screamed into the phone.

"I agree, he's an ass." Kagome sympathized.

The conversation went on for at least another hour, mostly with Eri ranting and Kagome sympathizing. Kagome had finally talked her friend into taking a shower and going to bed, convincing her that things would be better in the morning. It did not seem fair; Eri was a nice girl who never hurt anybody. She did not deserve something like this.

"You're right Kag, but until some one draws that line in the sand for him, he's just going to keep testing his limits." Miroku's words rung in her head.

"A line in the sand…" Kagome muttered as she looked up at the ceiling. After a minute a smile slowly crawled across her face. "A line in the sand."