InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Ad ❯ The Book of Revelations ( Chapter 4 )

CH. 4

The Book of Revelations

Kagome tossed and turned as the first morning light broke through her shades. She moaned as she cursed herself vividly. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep, but instead images of last night's kiss flooded her eyelids. She could still feel his husky lips pressing harshly against hers as she gasped. His tongue snaked into her mouth, tempting hers to come out and play. She shivered remembering the erotic feel of her tongue tracing his fang, the pleasurable pain of pricking it, and the inexplicable sensation of his gentle sucking of the wound. Kagome moaned again as she rubbed her legs together.

"It was just a kiss!" She complained as the familiar warmth was beginning to tug at her lower body. "Kami, how sexually frustrated must I be for a kiss to do that to me? This isn't fair! Inu Yasha is probably sleeping soundlessly not even remembering it, or too exhausted from a fuck…" She frowned. "He better not be fucking anyone! Last thing I need is for him to ruin this." Kagome rolled over, hiding from the light, as her blue satin pajama shirt wrapped tightly around her torso.

"Not even Hojo did this to me! This isn't me! I'm not some needy woman that wants a fuck this bad! I survived twenty-four years without that, I can survive another three!" She closed her eyes as images of Inu Yasha's wet shirt clinging to his body overpowered her mind. She envisioned herself removing that shirt as he kissed her, his hands claiming his territory. "Stop this Kagome! Kami, you are as bad as him!"

"You know, just because you are feeling guilty doesn't mean you have the right to keep the rest of us awake." Souta complained as he entered his sister's room. His brown hair was in a messy heap above his head as he wore blue flannel pajama pants and a wife beater. He moved towards the corner of the room to sit at the edge of his sister's bed while stretching the developing muscles that were letting him fill out completely.

"I'm sorry, Souta, I didn't realize you could hear me." She sat up and pulled her overgrown sleeves back. "But what makes you think that I'm feeling guilty?"

"You've been very naughty lately, lying to ji-chan and," his eyes sparkled with mischief, "kissing boys in front of the God's tree." She threw a pillow at his head, which he caught before propping it against the wall to lean on.

"Have you been spying on me?"

"No, I just happened to be rescuing Buyo from the well house again when I saw him kiss you goodnight…I can tell you enjoyed it." Kagome blushed.

"He's a good kisser."

"And you are feeling guilty."

"What? No."

"Then you are felling bad."

"Because I enjoyed his kiss?" Kagome gave him an incredulous look.

"Because you enjoyed a kiss from a man that isn't Hojo." He corrected. "It's ok. You're allowed."

"You think?" The sarcasm was deep in her voice.

"I know. I also know he liked the kiss too."

"How can you tell?"

"He was smirking."

"He always smirks."

"But he was giving you the 'I got a good kiss smirk.'"

"And then they say women are complicated."

Souta laughed. "Don't try to understand us. Are you going to see him again?"

"I kind of have to…we signed a contract."

"Do you want to see him again?" he asked suggestively.

"Strangely, I think I do."

"I'm glad. You know, I think this guy will be good for you."

"How so?"

"Well, I remember when you and Hojo started dating, you use to be all over him…or as all over him as it was proper for a girl to be without being considered a slut. Over the years, you got tame, or more likely, he tamed you. I know you Kagome, and you are anything but tame, and though I don't want to think of my sister having sex…"

"Souta!" Kagome scolded.

"I am happy to know that you found a man that lets you express your sexual side."

"Inu Yasha and I are not having sex!"

"Doesn't mean you can't be sexual."

"And what do you know of being sexual?"

Souta blushed before replying, "Locker room talk…but the point is, you are one sexually frustrated chick, and it's starting to affect my sleeping habits…" Souta never finished his sentence as the pillow hit him square in the face. He laughed and threw it back before grabbing the other one. The pillow wars ended in laughter and Kagome knocking her brother to the ground.

"Seventeen years, and you still can't beet me."

"Hai, but Kagome, one day the student shall come and teach the master."

"Go, train and make me proud." She laughed as her brother retreated out of the room. He quickly poked his head back into the room and asked,

"So why were you two all wet? Got frisky by the lake?" He managed to close the door before the pillow hit him. His sister was so easy to tease.

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Inu Yasha rested his arms against the blue tile of his shower as the cold water hit him from five different angles. His ten shower heads were designed to provide a good massage, but right now, the only thing he wanted from the ice water was for it to cool him down. "What the fuck is wrong with me? Why is my youkai stirring like this?" Sometime during the night, while he slept, he demon blood had taken over. When he had regained control of his senses, he was perched on the branch by Kagome's window watching her toss and turn. He noticed the meowing of the fat cat by the tree's base had brought him out of his trance. It did not help the situation to find his had on the base of her window. What had he been about to do? What could his youkai side want with an uncomfortable Kagome? As he saw her through the shades, blue satin pressed against tensed flesh, light scent of arousal and moans of discomfort, things became clear. "Kami, I was going to take care of her!" He looked down at the semi-flaccid reason for his discontent. "What is it about that fucking woman that has me so wound up? Sure she has a tight ass, perky boobs, great legs, and a navel ring…" Inu Yasha growled appreciatively. "Fuck it, Inu Yasha! You've had your share of woman…plenty with better bodies than hers, so what makes her so damn desirable? Fuck this!" Inu Yasha shut off the water unable to take the cold any more. Grabbing a towel, he walked from behind the tile wall that served as the shower curtain. He passed the Jacuzzi on the way out of his private bathroom. Not bothering to pat himself dry, he put on a pair of old sweat pants before towel drying his hair.

"Was she thinking about me?" He wondered with a smirk. "Or, was she thinking of her ex." The thought brought bile to his mouth. "What the fuck? How the hell did I get so possessive? What is it about fucking Kagome Higurashi that has me so torn apart?" Inu Yasha stopped his train of thought as it dawned on him. "She would never just fuck me…she isn't that kind of woman…she would only come to my bed if she wanted to be there, if she wanted me…my affection. She would only be with me if she cared for me…in that way." Inu Yasha sadly looked at a picture of his mother on his dresser and asked, "What would it be like to have a woman love me like that?" Angrily, he punched his dresser mirror. The red blood ran down his arm marking rivers in the geography of his skin. "Don't fucking kid yourself, Inu Yasha Takahashi! A woman like that would want more in a mate than a dirty hanyou playboy! One night stands and money grubbing bitches is the only thing for you."

He looked down once again at his mother's portrait. She seemed sad. "But then again, it doesn't mean you can't enjoy the next two years with her.

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Kagome drove to work slowly the following Monday morning. Traffic was at an all time low, but she wasn't in a hurry to get to work. She was an hour early for a reason. She had to talk to Miroku. Even if in these last three years Sango and she had gotten close, Miroku was still her best friend…ever since they had met five years earlier. Kagome smiled as she remembered…

"I have 14 A!" Ayumi smiled as she claimed her seat.

"14 B!" Eri frowned. "I'm stuck in the middle again!"

"14 C! I have the aisle seat" Yuka cheered.

"14 D, so do I!" Kagome feigned excitement as she turned towards the window seats of the airplane.

"We're not all together?" Ayumi asked sadly.

"This plane only sits three in a row, baka!" Eri rolled her eyes.

"It's ok guys! I want to see take off anyway. You should just be glad that we got bumped up to business class." Kagome smiled as she took her seat. "The perfect ending to Spring Break in NY, don't you think?"

"Hai!" The girls cheered. Kagome pulled out her headphones but was unable to get too comfortable before a young man in a jean jacket and purple shirt stopped by her chair. She noticed the sparkling violate eyes immediately. "If only I wasn't taken by a wonderful guy…" Kagome smiled.

"Miss," he began, "I wouldn't suppose you would mind switching seats with me. I'm a bit claustrophobic and need the aisle." She smiled and moved over as she noticed the look Yuka was giving the gentleman from behind. "Miroku." He offered his hand, which she took.

"Kagome," and pointing at her friends, "and those are Yuka, Eri and Ayumi."

"Ah, I have to be the luckiest man on this plane to be seated amongst such beautiful women." The girls laughed in response, and before they realized it, they were in the midst of an amiable conversation with the mysterious young Japanese man.

After a few hours of down time, Kagome's friends had all fallen asleep, and having seen the in flight movie five times, Kagome was itching for something to do. She pulled up her backpack and found a deck of poker cards and a pack of gum, two jaw breakers and a tootsie roll. She smiled at Miroku as she shuffled the cards. "Got any candy?"

"Never travel with less than pound of it. What are you up to?"

"A friendly game of poker…Candy makes for good stakes."

"I have to warn you, I was notorious for winning every hand in poker while in college."

"I'll just have to try and keep up." The two laughed and talked for two hours, at which time, Kagome only had a stick of gum left.

"You should just give it to me; you know I'm going to win this hand."

"I'm too hardheaded." She smiled as she dealt the cards.

"I can't believe it!" Three ours later, Miroku was giving Kagome his last lifesaver. "How the hell did you do that?"

"You, Miroku, have just been hassled. I help pay for school by working at one of the Tokyocasinos during the weekends."

"What are you studying?"

"Pre-law."

"Well Kagome, do give me a call when you graduate. Anyone who has that good of a poker face definitely has the makings of a good lawyer." Miroku gave her his card.

"Houshi? Your company is one of the leading law firms in Tokyo."

"Well, we don't like to brag, but yes, we are. I just graduated myself in International Business and Law, and my father wants me to prepare for the day he retires. Right now, he is sending me from country to country. This month was America; last month I spent in Spain, and after spending a few days reporting to my father in Japan, I'm off to England followed by Barbados."

"Sounds like you have it made."

"I am dying for it to be over. I love to travel, but I am sick of hotels and airplane food."

"But not the pretty flight attendants?"

"That I can never tire of." Miroku smiled innocently. The conversation lasted until Tokyo, and even though Kagome kept his card, she never thought she would see him again. The following weekend, she was surprised to see both Houshis at her Black Jack table. It was hard not be befriended by Miroku. While he wasn't groping women, he had to be the sweetest man she knew, and when she needed a job after college graduation, he came through.

"He's just my guardian angel." Kagome sighed. "A guardian angel that also happens to be a sex expert." Kagome made it to her glass building, noticing they were putting up new frescos in the lobby. As much as Miroku was her best friend, she was still a bit uncomfortable with talking sex with him. It wasn't the subject; it was bringing it up. She made it to the fifty-fourth floor and walked to the back offices where the second largest corner office resided.

"Miroku?" She knocked as she entered the spacious office decorated with ebony furniture and wall to wall white carpet. It was definitely modern décor: black and white with a splash of mauve, but that was Miroku.

"Hey, Kag! You're in early. Is there something wrong?"

"I wanted to ask you your advice on something."

"About the Moushi case?"

"Something personal."

"Oh." He turned off his intercom and ushered her into the office.

"Tell me, Kagome; what seems to be the problem?"

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"I hate Mondays!" Inu Yasha glared as he picked up a bouquet of wild lilies. "Have to spend the damn morning with my brother in fucking meeting after meeting! Everyone is still hung over from the weekend! And I am always late for lunch!" He finished his ranting as he reached the modern glass building. "She fucking better not have taken an early lunch!" Inu Yasha threatened as he made his way through the marble reception area failing to notice the new frescos decorating the walls of the building before entering the elevator. His early morning Saturday ranting was forgotten with the replacement of his mirror. All he wanted to do now continue operation 'Fuck Kagome.' He smirked, thinking, "That operation will also end up helping operation 'Get Inheritance' out nicely." He stepped out of the elevator into the familiar lobby he had visited all of the previous week. He made his way to Kagome's office and without knocking, went in.

"Do you know how rude that was, Inu Yasha?" The said man looked at the site in confusion. There, in Kagome's chair, sat a young man with black hair and violet eyes in an expensive three-piece black suit and plum shirt/tie combo. He stood up and took the flowers from the hanyou, and with thick sarcasm said, "You shouldn't have."

"Who the fuck are you, and where the fuck is Kagome?"

"I'm Miroku Houshi, and I sent Kagome and Sango to an early lunch, so I could have a talk with you."

"You're the boss man…where do I know you from?"

"Business Ethics, sophomore year, at ten thirty every Monday and Wednesday morning with Professor Oswari. I sat behind the redhead with the Barbie body."

"I went to a class that early?"

Miroku sighed, "We also did our final presentation together…we ended up getting drunk, throwing the wildest party Shikon University has ever seen before completely bull shitting ourselves into an A."

"Ah, you are the guy that never lost at strip poker." Inu Yasha's memory finally caught up with him.

"And I still don't."

"So why the fuck do you need to talk to me for?"

"I know of you, and I know you personally, Takahashi. I want to make it clear that if you even think of hurting Kagome, I will send a team of wild rabid lawyers after you and completely rip you to shreds. Do I make myself clear?" After the conversation he had that morning with Kagome, he was not going to leave her in the inu's grasp without some protection.

"Keh, this is coming from the guy that gave Kagome the idea for the ad?"

"I did that not knowing it would bring you to her doorstep." Inu Yasha sniffed the air before growling.

"You're lucky you don't do the courtroom Houshi, or your scent would be a dead give-a-way to your youkai opponents. I was wondering how the old man managed to change the ad."

"What are you talking about?" Miroku faked innocence.

"You smell like lies!"

"I'm a lawyer and a businessman! What else am I suppose to smell like?"

"You stink of lies; the old man doesn't stink of death. The only one that doesn't stink is Kagome, so that tells me she doesn't know what you two are up to. Start talking Houshi! What is going on here? Why did you and the old man set Kagome and me up?"

Miroku sighed. "This is going to take a while."

"I got an executive lunch break."

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"A celestial match maker?" Inu Yasha asked confused.

"That's what her ji-chan said."

"And she paired us two together?"

"Not exactly…she paired Kagome with someone from your house of your generation."

"So how do you know it wasn't my brother?" Inu Yasha asked sipping his tea, enjoying the comforts of Miroku's office and the delivery food.

"He can't see Sesshomaru with Kagome, and frankly, neither can I."

"Ok, I get the old man's obsession for this match making, but why did you help?"

"I love Kagome. I want to see her happy."

"But you're not with her?"

"Not that kind of love, Yasha…like a sister kind of love. She has to be the first woman I never groped. Besides, there is someone else in my life, someone I would like to keep." Miroku sighed happily.

"Then, I take it you disagreed with the old man about picking me."

"Who am I to argue with the wisdom of a celestial match maker? I do hold those old traditions sacred."

"So, Kagome really doesn't have any reason to be with me."

"Are you going to tell her?" Inu Yasha thought about it for a moment. Would Kagome continue to pretend to be his girlfriend if she wasn't bound to her grandfather? She did sign a contract, but working with a heap of lawyers, she would find a loophole faster than Sesshomaru could gut him.

"Why? It wasn't me that lied to her? What she doesn't know won't hurt me!"

"You'll regret that, Takahashi." Miroku thought sadly.

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Just got my rejection letter from NYU today. I wasn't good enough for their Biology Ph. D program, so they put me in their Masters program instead. I know I should be happy, but there is no way I can afford that…I was so depressed, I had to write this chapter. I guess the tone of this chapter reflects that.