InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Want It Back ( Chapter 2 )
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By: chelseatygers 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.21.2014 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 743 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.21.2014 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 743 | Status: Work In Progress
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just to let you know, this story has already been completed. I’ll be updating every Monday and Friday. Also, this is gonna get hecka nasty super soon, so if you’re young and/or you are a moral and/or ethical person, you’re gonna wanna jump ship. The chapters are super short because I was supposed to head back and expand them, but yeah that’s never going to happen so enjoy.
*Song for the chapter: Want It Back by Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra*
Inuyasha accepted the offer from Shikon’s representative, not even allowing the bald little man time enough to finish the proposal. There was a surprised look on the executive’s face and he bowed many times, offering to go over the particulars with him while trying and failing to hide his smile with his hands, like some sort of absurdly wrinkled child. Inuyasha directed the old man to one of his nameless employees and took his leave of them, mind full with thoughts of Kikyo. Heading back to his office for his briefcase, he ignored all greetings and friendly nods, grunting in annoyance whenever someone walked in front of him or too close.
“Sir, Mrs. Higurashi left her contact information here for you,” Myoga said, obviously perturbed. He had known Inuyasha all his life and had never liked Kikyo, resenting the importance he placed on her. Inuyasha flinched; he had forgotten to ask Kikyo for her number. Thankfully, she always remembered what he didn’t.
“She’s not a missus, Myoga,” he muttered sullenly. Not yet, anyway, he thought.
He entered his office, clutching the thick, expensive smelling piece of paper with Kikyo’s writing on it. She had given only one number, her home one. Scanning the paper, he saw that it was the same one she had been using during their engagement. Stuffing the sheet into his briefcase, he resolved to focus on the present and helping Kikyo. She needed him, and he would be there for her. Once again, she was his purpose.
All he could think about on the drive home was her. The good memories, the bad memories, the former now taking precedence in his mind, although they were few. They had met when she was just twenty-one, a recently orphaned girl suddenly in charge of a large family business. She had been somewhat sheltered growing up, almost spoiled, but she quickly learned the ways of her trade and ruled the company with an iron fist, taking it from national to international. It was this strength and determination that had first attracted him to her. They ran in the same circles, although up until her inheritance she had not gotten out much.
It took quite a while to win her over, as she came from a family of traditional priestesses and priests, her aunts and uncles disapproving of his presence and commanding her to cease associating with him. However, this only fueled their desire to be together, and they were together all the time. Kikyo was a mystery, incomprehensible to him. She was quiet, something about her always untouchable, like she was always holding a part of herself back, even when they made love. This, of course, drove him absolutely crazy and made him want her all the more.
He had proposed to her a month after her twenty-fourth birthday, in the middle of June, taking her out into the woods on some property he owned. He led her to the Goshinboku, the oldest tree in the country. She loved it there. They had sat in silence together, embracing, content with just each other’s presence for hours. Then came New Year’s Eve. Or Day. He wasn’t quite sure, as she had ended it right as the countdown was at “one” and he leaned in for a kiss. She had turned her face to the side and murmured, “I’m in love with someone else”, effectively breaking his heart and their engagement with just those few words.
Life was not the same after that. He couldn’t even return to how he had been before he had met her. Even after she had broken down into tears and confessed that she still loved him soon after their break-up, the damage had been done. He would not take her back. He made sure she could never contact him after that, and eventually she stopped trying.
Inuyasha thought back to the business he had just acquired, again stopping himself from reliving the past. Kikyo’s family was full of powerful priestesses and priests, their focus being on healing. A hundred years ago, they started channeling their spiritual powers into medical equipment and their business expanded rapidly, making the Higurashi family quite wealthy in just one generation.
Testsusaiga International, on the other hand, had begun in the 16th century, trading silk and precious metals and spices with Europeans. His father had started it after realizing that the world was expanding and changing and demons had better get with it or face dying out. Toga had left the business to him when he was just ten years old, knowing he was dying from wounds sustained while battling a rival in demonic trade. His mother followed a few years later and he took care of himself from then on, eventually becoming known as a ruthless businessman. Needless to say, he had quite a bit more money than the average human, even the average demon, but he hardly touched it, only continuing with his work to keep some part of his parents alive.
Tetsusaiga still dealt with shipping, but he also owned restaurants and construction companies and airlines and markets. And that was still just the parent company. There were many subsidiaries for all sorts of different things that even he couldn’t name off the top of his head.
His brother, Sesshomaru, had always resented that Inuyasha inherited anything at all from their father and continually made attempts on his life from the day his mother died. He had learned to fight and guard himself. Life had taught him how to outsmart his competition and be two steps ahead of them, usually succeeding in everything he tried because demons underestimated half-demons and humans feared them.
In recent years, however, half-demons had become somewhat more prevalent, a couple becoming actors, a few politicians here and there, and even one Nobel Prize winner. It was for literature, but still, it counted. Prejudice against half-demons was hardly even heard of anymore, except among certain demon communities like the one his brother Sesshomaru belonged to. It was even something of a preferred race now, with humans admiring their life-span and athleticism and demons appreciating their softer sensibilities and willingness to be a bridge between two extremes. He could now walk the street in the daylight and be jostled along with the rest of the crowd like any ordinary Joe. He both marveled at it and detested it.
A month after Kikyo had left him, he decided to move on and start seeing other people. While he couldn’t bring himself to do that just yet, he thought it would be a good idea to build himself a family home, a place he could carry his future bride over the threshold and raise their children. Plus, he was tired of paying rent. He had more than enough money, but he forgot half the time and landlords were always at his door.
He cleared a part of his forest himself, mostly the area around the Goshinboku. He toyed with the idea of tearing that down as well, it holding so many bittersweet memories, but he liked the tree and would not give Kikyo that kind of power over his choices. Using wood from the trees he had felled with his bare claws, he built a large, open house. Well, he didn’t actually build the house, that kind of labor being beyond his skills, but he did design it and furnish the materials so it was mostly his creation.
The years went by and he didn’t encounter anyone who made him feel even a fraction of the way Kikyo had. Inuyasha gradually came to the conclusion that a family was just not something he could have, and without noticing it swore off relationships and threw himself into his work with an energy he had not possessed since right after his mother passed. He still had sex; oral sex, anyway. Women all seemed like manipulative, traitorous shrews to him now, and he hardly wanted to be near them let alone inside one. He did have needs, however, and there was no shortage of office sluts willing to suck off the boss.
He arrived at the long driveway belonging to his home, the memories flying from his head as though they hadn’t even been there in the first place. Clutching his briefcase, he jogged to the front door, wondering whether to call Kikyo now or later. Giddiness rose up in him. Now that he had something new, he didn’t quite know how to act or feel. Inuyasha was incredibly sad that Kikyo was dying, but he had learned that humans tended to do that so he was not as shocked or grief-filled as another human would be. He didn’t want to appear eager, as though he was still in love with her, but he did really want to know about the wedding arrangements and how to help her business and, eventually, the details of her last will and testament.
That last thought stopped him in his tracks and he practically ripped open his briefcase, grabbing the piece of paper with her phone number on it. Time seemed so limited now. He dialed it quickly into his cellphone, one hand clenching and unclenching. Finally, she picked up on the third ring.
“Inuyasha. Did everything go well during the meeting with my Shikon representative?”
“Yes, Kikyo, I accepted and everything.”
“That’s good.”
Silence was Kikyo’s way of asking what he had called for. Inuyasha tried to think of how to put his feelings into words, to communicate what he wanted her to know.
“Why don’t you join me for dinner tonight?”
Surprised, although he knew he shouldn’t be, he didn’t answer at first. Kikyo had never invited him anywhere before. She would dictate where they went on dates, almost demanding he take her where she wanted to go, but her tone was always so soft he did not mind.
“Uh, sure. What time?”
“We dine at seven. It’s the same old house, you remember where it is. I’m looking forward to talking to you some more, Inuyasha. Goodbye.”
He murmured a farewell and hung up. Seven. He had about an hour to get ready and go. Remembering how Kikyo liked things just so, he traveled to his room and opened the closet, pushing back the disorganized mass of clothes until he got to the very back, where he kept the suits he had worn while courting her. He sighed and shook the dust off her favorite. His life was about to get a whole lot more difficult. The thought made him grin.
*Song for the chapter: Want It Back by Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra*
Inuyasha accepted the offer from Shikon’s representative, not even allowing the bald little man time enough to finish the proposal. There was a surprised look on the executive’s face and he bowed many times, offering to go over the particulars with him while trying and failing to hide his smile with his hands, like some sort of absurdly wrinkled child. Inuyasha directed the old man to one of his nameless employees and took his leave of them, mind full with thoughts of Kikyo. Heading back to his office for his briefcase, he ignored all greetings and friendly nods, grunting in annoyance whenever someone walked in front of him or too close.
“Sir, Mrs. Higurashi left her contact information here for you,” Myoga said, obviously perturbed. He had known Inuyasha all his life and had never liked Kikyo, resenting the importance he placed on her. Inuyasha flinched; he had forgotten to ask Kikyo for her number. Thankfully, she always remembered what he didn’t.
“She’s not a missus, Myoga,” he muttered sullenly. Not yet, anyway, he thought.
He entered his office, clutching the thick, expensive smelling piece of paper with Kikyo’s writing on it. She had given only one number, her home one. Scanning the paper, he saw that it was the same one she had been using during their engagement. Stuffing the sheet into his briefcase, he resolved to focus on the present and helping Kikyo. She needed him, and he would be there for her. Once again, she was his purpose.
All he could think about on the drive home was her. The good memories, the bad memories, the former now taking precedence in his mind, although they were few. They had met when she was just twenty-one, a recently orphaned girl suddenly in charge of a large family business. She had been somewhat sheltered growing up, almost spoiled, but she quickly learned the ways of her trade and ruled the company with an iron fist, taking it from national to international. It was this strength and determination that had first attracted him to her. They ran in the same circles, although up until her inheritance she had not gotten out much.
It took quite a while to win her over, as she came from a family of traditional priestesses and priests, her aunts and uncles disapproving of his presence and commanding her to cease associating with him. However, this only fueled their desire to be together, and they were together all the time. Kikyo was a mystery, incomprehensible to him. She was quiet, something about her always untouchable, like she was always holding a part of herself back, even when they made love. This, of course, drove him absolutely crazy and made him want her all the more.
He had proposed to her a month after her twenty-fourth birthday, in the middle of June, taking her out into the woods on some property he owned. He led her to the Goshinboku, the oldest tree in the country. She loved it there. They had sat in silence together, embracing, content with just each other’s presence for hours. Then came New Year’s Eve. Or Day. He wasn’t quite sure, as she had ended it right as the countdown was at “one” and he leaned in for a kiss. She had turned her face to the side and murmured, “I’m in love with someone else”, effectively breaking his heart and their engagement with just those few words.
Life was not the same after that. He couldn’t even return to how he had been before he had met her. Even after she had broken down into tears and confessed that she still loved him soon after their break-up, the damage had been done. He would not take her back. He made sure she could never contact him after that, and eventually she stopped trying.
Inuyasha thought back to the business he had just acquired, again stopping himself from reliving the past. Kikyo’s family was full of powerful priestesses and priests, their focus being on healing. A hundred years ago, they started channeling their spiritual powers into medical equipment and their business expanded rapidly, making the Higurashi family quite wealthy in just one generation.
Testsusaiga International, on the other hand, had begun in the 16th century, trading silk and precious metals and spices with Europeans. His father had started it after realizing that the world was expanding and changing and demons had better get with it or face dying out. Toga had left the business to him when he was just ten years old, knowing he was dying from wounds sustained while battling a rival in demonic trade. His mother followed a few years later and he took care of himself from then on, eventually becoming known as a ruthless businessman. Needless to say, he had quite a bit more money than the average human, even the average demon, but he hardly touched it, only continuing with his work to keep some part of his parents alive.
Tetsusaiga still dealt with shipping, but he also owned restaurants and construction companies and airlines and markets. And that was still just the parent company. There were many subsidiaries for all sorts of different things that even he couldn’t name off the top of his head.
His brother, Sesshomaru, had always resented that Inuyasha inherited anything at all from their father and continually made attempts on his life from the day his mother died. He had learned to fight and guard himself. Life had taught him how to outsmart his competition and be two steps ahead of them, usually succeeding in everything he tried because demons underestimated half-demons and humans feared them.
In recent years, however, half-demons had become somewhat more prevalent, a couple becoming actors, a few politicians here and there, and even one Nobel Prize winner. It was for literature, but still, it counted. Prejudice against half-demons was hardly even heard of anymore, except among certain demon communities like the one his brother Sesshomaru belonged to. It was even something of a preferred race now, with humans admiring their life-span and athleticism and demons appreciating their softer sensibilities and willingness to be a bridge between two extremes. He could now walk the street in the daylight and be jostled along with the rest of the crowd like any ordinary Joe. He both marveled at it and detested it.
A month after Kikyo had left him, he decided to move on and start seeing other people. While he couldn’t bring himself to do that just yet, he thought it would be a good idea to build himself a family home, a place he could carry his future bride over the threshold and raise their children. Plus, he was tired of paying rent. He had more than enough money, but he forgot half the time and landlords were always at his door.
He cleared a part of his forest himself, mostly the area around the Goshinboku. He toyed with the idea of tearing that down as well, it holding so many bittersweet memories, but he liked the tree and would not give Kikyo that kind of power over his choices. Using wood from the trees he had felled with his bare claws, he built a large, open house. Well, he didn’t actually build the house, that kind of labor being beyond his skills, but he did design it and furnish the materials so it was mostly his creation.
The years went by and he didn’t encounter anyone who made him feel even a fraction of the way Kikyo had. Inuyasha gradually came to the conclusion that a family was just not something he could have, and without noticing it swore off relationships and threw himself into his work with an energy he had not possessed since right after his mother passed. He still had sex; oral sex, anyway. Women all seemed like manipulative, traitorous shrews to him now, and he hardly wanted to be near them let alone inside one. He did have needs, however, and there was no shortage of office sluts willing to suck off the boss.
He arrived at the long driveway belonging to his home, the memories flying from his head as though they hadn’t even been there in the first place. Clutching his briefcase, he jogged to the front door, wondering whether to call Kikyo now or later. Giddiness rose up in him. Now that he had something new, he didn’t quite know how to act or feel. Inuyasha was incredibly sad that Kikyo was dying, but he had learned that humans tended to do that so he was not as shocked or grief-filled as another human would be. He didn’t want to appear eager, as though he was still in love with her, but he did really want to know about the wedding arrangements and how to help her business and, eventually, the details of her last will and testament.
That last thought stopped him in his tracks and he practically ripped open his briefcase, grabbing the piece of paper with her phone number on it. Time seemed so limited now. He dialed it quickly into his cellphone, one hand clenching and unclenching. Finally, she picked up on the third ring.
“Inuyasha. Did everything go well during the meeting with my Shikon representative?”
“Yes, Kikyo, I accepted and everything.”
“That’s good.”
Silence was Kikyo’s way of asking what he had called for. Inuyasha tried to think of how to put his feelings into words, to communicate what he wanted her to know.
“Why don’t you join me for dinner tonight?”
Surprised, although he knew he shouldn’t be, he didn’t answer at first. Kikyo had never invited him anywhere before. She would dictate where they went on dates, almost demanding he take her where she wanted to go, but her tone was always so soft he did not mind.
“Uh, sure. What time?”
“We dine at seven. It’s the same old house, you remember where it is. I’m looking forward to talking to you some more, Inuyasha. Goodbye.”
He murmured a farewell and hung up. Seven. He had about an hour to get ready and go. Remembering how Kikyo liked things just so, he traveled to his room and opened the closet, pushing back the disorganized mass of clothes until he got to the very back, where he kept the suits he had worn while courting her. He sighed and shook the dust off her favorite. His life was about to get a whole lot more difficult. The thought made him grin.