InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ I Am the Armor ( Chapter 13 )

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

An entire week passed during which they enjoyed each other on nearly every surface in the house. Kagome was having trouble sleeping, and while it worried him to the point of pain, it did give them more time to be together and he cherished every moment. Finally, the day came when she had to go back to school. Inuyasha tried to convince her to stay for just one more day, but she was adamant, insisting that her studies were necessary if she were to survive in the real world. He relented, but only because he knew she was still scared from what happened that night and probably needed to be outside more.

On the morning she was to go back to school, he woke her up early and carried her to the Goshinboku. He loved her passionately, looking into her stormy eyes with his intense ones, making a last-ditch effort to keep her with him, even though he knew it wouldn’t work. She came twice before he allowed himself to finish, and he acknowledged privately to himself that it was one of the most difficult things he had ever done.

As they lay in the morning sunlight together, Kagome smiled at him in a knowing way. “It’s not going to work, Inuyasha. You did make me want to come back early, though. I’m going to be thinking about this all day,” she said, laying a lingering kiss on his temple.

He growled and chased her back into the house, both laughing breathlessly the entire time, then waited downstairs for her to dress since she argued that if he went with her they might never leave. He dropped her off, feeling somewhat better when she lost track of time while kissing him and was almost late. After the last glimpse of the green material of her skirt swished through the door, he sighed and drove to work.

He rode the elevator to his floor, muttering his salutations to people he didn’t even bother to look at. When he finally got to his office, he stopped at the sight of a huge crowd in and around it. Pushing and shoving his way through them, receiving a multitude of glares, he arrived at Myoga’s desk.

“Who the fuck are all these people, Myoga?!” he roared over the noise of the chattering, sweaty crowd.

His long-suffering secretary/assistant gave him a look that let Inuyasha know he was struggling not to roll his eyes. “The bodyguard candidates for your step-daughter, sir. As you requested.”

Realization dawning, Inuyasha looked around at all the crew cuts and broad shoulders. “I thought I said female bodyguards,” he grumbled. He did not want Kagome in the company of some strange man for eight hours a day. The youngest ones among them looked twice her age. Who knew what they’d try on her? Fuckin’ perverts.

Myoga coughed and glanced around at the packed office. “Er, they are women, sir. Your accountant friend has already verified that.”

Myoga gestured to where his personal accountant and maybe friend, Miroku Houshi, lay sprawled on the couch, knocked out. He wore a huge, gaping grin and the entire right side of his face was swollen red and already starting to bruise, his glasses askew and cracked.

“Who did this?” Inuyasha asked, amazed.

“I did it. That pervert groped me,” came a low yet slightly nasally voice from somewhere in the middle of the crowd. A woman stepped forward, one that actually looked like a female although she was still somewhat too handsome according to his tastes.

He whistled, staring at the handprint on the unconscious man’s face. “Just from one slap? You’re hired. What’s your name?”

The woman followed him as he walked into his office and shut the door. “Sango. Sango Taijiya.”

He sat down behind his desk and gestured for her to sit down at the one chair on the other side. “Good. Kagome is busy right now so I’ll get you two acquainted when she comes back. You will guard her at all times that I am not with her, which will be from about 7:30 in the morning to three in the afternoon.” That was when Kagome was in school, and since he would be driving her there and picking her up there would be no reason to have Sango stay longer than that.

The woman across from him nodded once. “We were not told the details of this position, Mr. Taisho. Why do you feel she needs to be guarded so closely?”

He raised an eyebrow. The fact that he was wealthy was reason enough for a bodyguard and he felt like making a sarcastic remark, but then he decided to be more open with her. It could possibly help her defend Kagome better should something ever happen. He sighed.

“Kagome is naïve and delicate, somewhat child-like. We were attacked last week in our home, and while I am used to it and acted quickly, she was frightened. She was quite shaken and could not sleep well for days, hardly eating. I don’t want to see her like that again,” he said with an internal shudder. Just thinking about the couple of days after the event made him feel physically ill. She had clung to him like a little girl, just to make sure he was still alive and well and solid. He had caught her eyes examining his claws from time to time, but he hadn’t glimpsed any fear in the grey pools he so loved. That, at least, consoled him and sustained him through the long nights when she lay silently, awake and unmoving, her head on his shoulder, one palm over his heart.

A small smile appeared on Sango’s face and she said, “You obviously love your wife very much, Mr. Taisho. It’s nice to see.”

Inuyasha coughed nervously. “She’s, uh, she isn’t—Kagome is my step-daughter. But I love her very much. She’s, um, she’s like my own daughter,” he finished, grossing himself out with his own words.

“Oh. My mistake.”

“Ha, uh, no problem.” He took out a pen and piece of paper from one of his desk drawers and started writing on it. “Here are directions to my home from this office and my personal cell phone number. Please arrive at my home by seven this evening. We can go over the contract and you can meet Kagome over dinner.” Inuyasha normally would not have invited anyone who wasn’t a delivery person to his home, but Kagome didn’t like crowded restaurants and was most relaxed in the familiar surroundings of their house, their shelter, their love nest. It would be easier for her to warm up to a stranger in a place she already felt comfortable. It would also be less of an effort on his part. Getting dressed nice and going out was just too much of a hassle and he’d rather be in a place where he could smell the lingering traces of his and Kagome’s coupling.

Sango nodded again, only once, in that same sure and succinct fashion. “Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Taisho.”

He waved her out dismissively, his mind already on other things, mostly naked Kagome-related things. Inuyasha hoped that she would get along with the woman he chose to guard her. She would have objected strongly to any kind of extra supervision before, but after she saw him tear into a man who had been intent on killing one or both of them, the girl would probably be more open to the idea. Hell, he’d follow her himself if he could. He had thought about it, even began to make plans so that he could work over the phone and hide himself so she wouldn’t see, since he knew she would definitely rebel if he were the one doing the protecting, but it would be difficult to explain his absence to Myoga and Kikyo, should either of them find out. Plus, as much as he’d love to follow her around all day, he did have other responsibilities. Inuyasha had neglected Tetsusaiga, and he was loath to completely abandon something he had worked so hard on, even for someone as precious as his teenage step-daughter.

The body guard was just a precaution, anyway. His asshole of a brother had been gradually sending people to attack him less and less, and it was unlikely he’d strike again, unless he was feeling particularly bored or had been dwelling on his various less than stellar accomplishments, which he always brushed off and pretended he had meant for everything to go that certain way, and in that case he would only attack the both of them if Inuyasha were present as well. Their fraternal battles to the death had always ended in his own victory, with Sesshomaru running away and pretending he had gotten bored and that the “half-breed abomination” was no longer worth wasting his precious time. They had not fought in a good century and a half, when Inuyasha had finally figured out that fighting his brother had been a waste of his time. But so help him, if that bastard did anything to Kagome or in front of Kagome again, he’d be one dead, racist demon, family bonds or no.