InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Ad ❯ Begging for Mercy ( Chapter 14 )

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Ch. 14

Begging for Mercy

Inu Yasha nervously finished tying his tie. He was running late, and that could only make Kagome angrier. He had his `beg for forgiveness without begging' plan all worked out, and it began with a candle-lit dinner for two in Tokyo's most expensive restaurant. In his experience, elegance, glamour and money always made a girl forget. Though, he was a bit worried. Kagome was not like any woman he had dated before, and, even though that was the main part of her charm, it usually meant that his usual methods did not work. This is why he had plan two ready to go; he had put together a collection of gifts filled with sentimental value, and one thing he was sure about was that Kagome loved those kinds of presents.

He looked at himself once more in the mirror: his favorite black Armani suit and lucky red shirt and tie combo fitting him like a mannequin.

As the doorbell rang, he cursed. "Who the fuck would bother me at this time? I'm late enough as it is, and I still have to stop at a florist!" He grumbled as he swung open the door. "What are you doing here?" Inu Yasha choked.

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"How do you like your wine, Kagura?" Myoga asked as he casually moved his chair towards her. Even with the enlargement spell, the older youkai could just see over the table.

"Delicious, as usual, old man." Kagura smiled as the waiter refilled her glass. Sansuirou was known for its attentions towards its very selective cliental, and having dated Inu Yasha for so long, she had come very well acquainted with the restaurants charms.

"I was quite surprised when you accepted my diner invitation…since it isn't business related."

"No, it's family related, and that I always have time for."

"I'm glad to hear it because…" Myoga stopped talking as he noticed his boss walk in with a beautiful short haired brunette. He wasn't admiring Sesshomaru's presence as he was admiring the young woman's dress, or more precisely, the lack of dress. The gold sequence strapless dress fell just below her hip, making her legs the topic of discussion in every table.

"Yura's taste in clothing is a little exotic, isn't it?" Kagura asked as the flea began to drool.

"Ah, yes…yes it is. You know her?"

"She is a…friend. You know Sesshomaru: he has an irresistible attraction to women who are close to me." She spat venomously.

"Now, Kagura, you almost sound jealous."

"Please, old man, I could care less who he chooses to date or not date! I just wish he had the decency to stay away from my family and friends." She declared taking another sip of her wine.

"Good, then that means you won't mind the conversation. I have an enormous favor to ask of you, Kagura." She raised her eyebrow in question at him. "I need you to encourage Sesshomaru to marry."

"What?" Kagura's eyes widened in surprise and Myoga congratulated himself in obtaining the young woman's attention.

"Rin is fifteen and facing those trouble years when she will need a woman in the house. Then, she will go off to college, and leave Sesshomaru home alone. Within five years, that house will be completely empty, and even if Rin comes home to visit, we both know that will not prevent Sesshomaru from filling the emptiness with work. I fear he will become a workaholic."

"He already is." Kagura complained.

"He was worse before Rin. Let's face it; he needs a lifelong companion to ensure he remains sane."

"That's true, but why should I be in charge of getting him to marry."

"Because, you are the reason he hasn't dated in so long. He still harbors hope the two of you will reconcile." Kagura looked away. "And, by the look of it, so do you."

"Don't misread me, Myoga. I know better than anyone that there is no repairing the relationship between Sesshomaru and me. I cannot be with the man my sister loves."

"Your sister is lost to this world."

"But not to mine!" Kagura declared raising her eyebrows in challenge. Myoga covered her hand with his and kissed her cheek lightly, knowing it would relax her anger.

"I just hope that your obsession for your sister won't cost you your happiness."

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"Is there something wrong, Sesshy?" Yura pouted her red lips.

"No, and for the millionth time don't call me Sesshy! My name is Sesshomaru." Sesshomaru had trouble keeping his stoic mask around this woman. What had his brother been thinking? "Probably that she is an easy enough lay!" Sesshomaru reasoned as his eyes fell on his favorite bewitching beauty in a sky blue dress. He growled lowly when he saw her `date' lean over and kiss her cheek.

"What are you looking at? Oh, Kagura and Myoga, aren't they cute together?"

"If you say so."

"They are quite the couple this month. This has to be the third or fourth time they have been seen dining out."

"He's too old for her."

"I don't know. Some women like their men like their wine, perfected with age." She smiled seductively as she rested her hand inappropriately on his leg.

"But, if you wait too long, you'll have vinegar instead of wine." He declared as he removed her hand from his lap.

"You wouldn't be jealous, Sesshy?"

"My name is not Sesshy, and no, I'm not jealous. To each his own."

"I'm glad, because I can be very possessive when it comes to men." She laughed as she leaned over so he could get a better look at her overly exposed breasts. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes as he began to think of ways to hurt his brother.

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"What are you doing here? I'm supposed to pick you up in five minutes!"

"I decided I wanted to have my own car, in case I wanted to go home early." Kagome responded as she stepped into the apartment. "And I also don't want to go out." She declared as she turned around to have him help her out of her coat. Inu Yasha swallowed hard when he saw her bare shoulders and back. She had quickly curled her hair and pinned it in a messy but fashionable bun. "I rather talk things out in private."

"Then, why did you get all dress up?" He asked eyeing the red dress like a starving predator who had just found a fat wounded animal. The red dress had a corset-like top where the satin cloth fell into subtle folds towards the right, where the dress had a criss-cross tie down to her hip in order to ensure that every curve was accentuated. From her hips, the satin fell gracefully in a bandana cut, making the dress a drastically longer on the left. The length of the dress fell discretely to below her knees, allowing her long legs to be admired as she walked. To add more fire to the flame, she wore golden sandals with straps that wrapped around her ankle. Between the three-inch heel and the dress, her legs appeared longer and better shaped than the day Inu Yasha first admired them. She had adorned her ears with long dangling diamond earrings so that her neck could be completely bare. She had learned that Inu Yasha particularly admired that part of her anatomy.

"For the odd chance that you actually manage to earn my forgiveness in less than fifteen minutes. Then, we can still make dinner." She smiled, knowing that he was most likely twisting her words into something sexual in his head. This would be easier than stealing Miroku's coffee in the morning.

Inu Yasha looked at the young lawyer before him, his mouth watering with thoughts of `dinner.' She looked as if she had gone out of her way to look more enticing than water to a man lost in the Sahara, just to torture him. He smirked: his youkai side quite satisfied with her course of action; his human side already on his knees begging for forgiveness, and his hanyou self ready to do what it took to have those blue-grey eyes shine in favor towards him. Inu Yasha closed the door behind him before loosening his tie.

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"Rin, are you sure about this?" Shippo asked as he typed vigorously on Sesshomaru's computer.

"Don't worry. I've thought this thing out."

"That's what I'm afraid off." Shippo groaned. Rin pouted before a beep from the computer alerted them that Shippo had been successful. "Ok, this email is set to be sent out first thing in the morning…and it is from your father to Inu Yasha."

"What is it about?"

"Really short…something about needing to sell some stock…wait, it is a reply to something that was CC'd to Kagura…This is perfect: I can make it seem as if he hit reply all accidentally."

"Good, now don't forget to add the extra note at the end of the email."

"Are you sure that your dad won't recheck these messages."

"No, he left them ready earlier. He just wants them sent out extremely early so that everyone in the building thinks he's there. It's a scare technique so that no one waists time."

"Fine, but if this blows up in your face, I had nothing to do with it."

"Don't worry, the only face this is going to blow up in, is my father's."

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Inu Yasha led Kagome towards the living room, while admiring that she had not used perfume. Her feminine spicy scent was enough to drive him mad, but right now, he needed his sanity. This would be a battle waged since the beginning of mankind: the battle between men and women. She sat down on his comfortable couch and confidently crossed her legs. Not once did she reveal that the heels were killing her feet. She smiled triumphantly as Inu Yasha failed to immediately peel his eyes away from her legs. "Do you still think I'm a downgrade?"

"I never said that."

"You implied it."

"No, you assumed that if you weren't an upgrade, you must be a downgrade."

"So then, what am I?"

"Amazing." He growled as he approached her.

"Inu Yasha…" Before she could continue he brushed his lips lightly against hers.

"Beautiful, charming, magnificent…" he whispered into her ear.

"You forgot sexy." She replied as she tried to regain her composure.

"No." He let the anger sit in her before continuing, "You are not sexy; you are sensual, womanly, carnal… I have extremely high standards, Kagome, and not many women can meet them. The few that can are the crème of the crop. That includes you. So, tell me, how can you upgrade from the best?" He smirked knowing he had taken control of the situation. His smirk soon faded as Kagome stood up and walked away from him.

"I know what I'm worth Inu Yasha, and not once did I doubt being too good for you." He growled and as she gave him a smirk of her own. "The problem is that you seem to forget it quite easily."

"How can I forget, when you won't let me." He replied running his hands down her shoulders, enjoying the feel of her skin against his hands. "Not that I want to, either." He let his voice fall into a hot whisper on her ear. He was the King of Seduction, and with God as his witness, he would not fall tonight.

"You could have fooled me." She replied sarcastically. It was hard to fight his spell, but she wasn't going to fall for his tricks; she was above that. "For a self-declared lady's man, you lack tact, charm and finesse."

"First of all, I am a lady's man, not because I declare it, but because Tokyo's top tabloids say so. Second of all, my charm lies in my lack of tact, and as for finesse, if you want to see it, we should move this conversation into the bedroom." As he spoke he slid his hands down her back until he could suggestively rest them on her hips. She abruptly pushed him away.

"Can you think of something else besides sex, Takahashi?" The anger in her voice was enticing, but the little voice of wisdom in the back of his head he usually ignored was warning him that this wasn't good anger.

"When you are involved?" His smirk faded when he saw the cold anger in her eyes.

"I would like to remind you, Takahashi, that this is a fake relationship based on the mutual need to benefit ourselves." He growled low as crimson began to bleed into his eyes. He possessively gripped her arm as he pulled her towards him. "Don't act so surprised. I don't fall easily, and much less for professional playboys like you! I know that this relationship will end within two years, and after that, we will both move on…"

"You won't have another man after me!" Inu Yasha growled.

"So confident?" She asked sarcastically. "Do you really think yourself so great that I won't be satisfied by another man?"

"No, I think myself so great to know that I won't let you go. You are mine, Kagome Higurashi, and I don't share with anyone!" The red was beginning to overpower the gold of his eyes, a change Kagome took notice about.

"It's my choice who shares me or not! Don't forget, I am no man's woman. By the way," she pulled free from his grasp, "your eyes are doing that creepy red thing, and your aura is flaring. I recommend you calm down, and then talk to me." She began to walk away when she found herself pinned against the wall. Memories of a similar situation in the park flooded her mind. She allowed her aura to sooth his, knowing it would only delay the argument.

"You said…you said I had you. You said you were mine; you can't take it back." He growled as he tried to contain the demon within.

"Inu Yasha…do you really want me?" She placed her hands on either side of his face to force him to look into her eyes. "And I don't mean just as something to warm your bed." He growled as her aura fully pushed his back. He took a deep breath as Kagome walked out of his hold. "I thought so." Kagome replied when he failed to answer her. She made her way to the front door and as she pulled it open, he shut it. "Inu Yasha, this is getting a bit old."

"I'm sorry." The words where so soft she thought she had imagined them.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry." He mumbled a bit louder.

She turned around to face him, looking into his hard amber eyes. "I didn't quite hear that."

"I'm sorry." He said loud enough for her to hear. "But I'm not willing to let this relationship end anymore."

"That isn't your choice to make…we have an agreement!"

"Fuck the agreement! I don't care about the contract; all I care about is you."

"What are you saying?"

"I want you. Not just in my bed, but in my life. Fuck, Kagome…" He turned from her. "I've never had to do anything like this before."

"For the first time tonight, you seem to be on the right track." She whispered hopefully. She took a step away from the door and he took the opportunity to seal their fate.

"You are mine."

"You're losing your way again." She sighed while turning around. He growled low and she understood his request to stop. He smirked as the crimson in his eyes returned.

"No, for the first time, I'm on the right path." He whispered softly as he kissed her neck.

"Inu Yasha, I'm not interested in a purely sexual relationship."

"Neither am I." He whispered as he kissed the back of her neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, pushing back the crimson. "Do you still want to go out for dinner?" Kagome looked at her watch.

"We've lost our reservations."

"All I got in the fridge is eggs, sausage and Ramen." He offered. Kagome thought of her stomach, then of her poor feet. She bent down and untied her sandals.

"Eggs and Ramen sound perfect."

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"You're late!" Sango snapped as she opened the door to her parents comfortable two floor home.

"Traffic." Miroku shrugged sheepishly as he stepped inside.

"Doesn't matter. Everyone is waiting for you at the table." Sango replied tensely as she took his coat, and the bouquet of wild flowers he had brought.

"Nervous?"

"Yes, and you should be as well. My father isn't an easy man to please."

"Sweetheart, you know I am a natural born charmer."

"That's what I'm afraid off." She led him towards the back dinning room. Before stepping inside, she stopped and warned, "Keep your hands on the table at all times, and for whatever is sacred to you, keep your jokes to yourself."

"You're acting as if I didn't know how to behave in public!"

"You don't know how to behave period!" Sango protested, but before he could reply she led him into the dinning room and announced, "Mom, dad, Kohaku, this is my boyfriend, Miroku Houshi." Miroku smiled and bowed politely as he stepped into the room filled with frowning Kizu's.

"You're late." Sango's father declared while admiring the selection of cutlery he had in front of him.

"A thousand pardons, traffic was horrible." Miroku swallowed the little lump that was forming in his throat, and the older man grunted in response.

"Tardiness is not accepted under any circumstances in this house." Kohaku explained as he sized Miroku up. Then he turned to his father and declared, "I can take him." His father nodded in concurrence.

"And I can take both of you, so watch it." Sango warned as she sat between her father and Miroku giving her boyfriend some breathing room.

"So, Mr. Kizu, Sango tells me you own your own business."

"Yes, exterminations…I get rid of pest and make sure they are never seen again." Miroku took a deep breath thinking,

"This is going to be a long night."

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"Don't make fun of my cooking, or I'll make your Ramen supply disappear." Kagome warned as Inu Yasha looked over her shoulder.

"Hey, don't forget I'm going all out here: beef flavored Ramen." He defended himself as he kissed Kagome's cheek.

"How can you eat that stuff?"

"It's simple; I open my mouth, insert food, chew…"

"Since when do you chew?" Kagome asked as she served the scrambled eggs on two separate plates.

"Chewing is optional." He replied as he handed her two gift-wrapped boxes.

"What is this?" She asked taking the box from him.

"I was going to give it to you on our anniversary…"

"Then hold on to it until then." She replied returning the box, but he shook his head.

"I can't wait that long to give it to you."

"You are worse than a small child." She smiled putting the box to the side.

"Aren't you going to open it?"

"After dinner." She replied picking up her chopsticks. She laughed when she looked at Inu Yasha's surprised face. "Do you really want me to open it now?"

"Yes, why do you think I gave it to you?"

"Then, I want to wait." She teased.

"Women!" he complained, but soon smiled as she picked up the package.

"To tell you the truth, my curiosity is killing me." He watched her carefully open the silver paper, as if she were afraid to break it. She opened the first box and found a beige clothed album. The detail of the lining was marvelous, and the pages were made of recycled paper with tissue paper as dividers. "It's beautiful!" She exclaimed. "Thank you!" She gave him a quick kiss.

"You haven't seen the best part." He announced as she looked in the box to see an envelope full of pictures. "I figured you would have better taste than me in arranging them."

"What are these?"

"Pictures we've taken so far." He smiled as she pushed her chair closer to him so they could see the pictures together. They were mainly of the day they had gone to the zoo, something Kagome wanted to do. There were also pictures taken from an outing with Miroku and Sango, some from the Shrine, and a few random shots.

"I love this one, who took it?" Kagome asked as she pointed to a close up of the two of them kissing.

"Miroku, I think. My favorite is this one." He pointed to a picture he had taken of Kagome at the zoo, with her hair flying in all directions as she laughed.

"And, who is this handsome devil?" She asked as she came across a picture of Inu Yasha and Shippo dressed in matching black suits and with sunglasses.

"That's Shippo, my cousin…I told you about him, he's the computer wiz."

"The one in the special school?"

"Yeah, he had an awards ceremony earlier this month. I didn't realize this picture got mixed in the pile."

"He seems to admire you a lot."

"Keh, what's not to admire." Kagome shot him a look that said,

"Do you want the full or abridge version?"

"His parents died when he was young, so Sesshomaru and I took him in. I guess that makes us his only male role models."

"Poor child." Kagome teased. Inu Yasha growled lightly. "We can work on the album tonight, if you like." He nipped the top of her nose and smiled.

"Whatever you want."

"Say that more often, and you would get yourself out of a lot arguments." Kagome laughed as she opened the other box. "Let me guess, photo glue?"

"Nope." Inu Yasha smirked as Kagome's jaw dropped.

"Please tell me this isn't what I think it is."

"They didn't have it in black and white, but I was able to find it in black and red. Personally, I prefer that color combination." Inu Yasha confirmed as Kagome pulled out the lacy contraption. It was identical to the one Inu Yasha had ripped their first night together. "You have no clue how hard it was to find a replacement in your size. It just came in this morning."

Kagome shot him an embarrassed and incredulous look, "You bought me undergarments? That's so personal…too personal."

"Keh, I'm only replacing the one I broke."

"Does that mean you won't rip it anymore?" Kagome asked hopefully.

"Nope, I bought the last half dozen to be on the safe side. I put them in your drawer."

"You've been to my house?"

"No, in your drawer here." Inu Yasha explained.

"You act as if I had clothes here."

"You do."

"Excuse me? When did I leave clothes here?"

"Never, but I bought you some."

Kagome folded her arms in front of her, "Why?"

"Didn't we have this conversation already? Youkai thing, we must provide for our female."

"You said that was in exchange for fucking, and we haven't."

"Yet," He smirked.

"Inu Yasha, you're stepping on dangerous ground." She warned.

"What? My nails are sharp! Items of clothing can become damaged easily; besides, I wanted to buy you clothes. Is that so bad?"

"No, just strange." Kagome put the bra back in the box and smiled, "Thank you."

"Next, you are going to get mad that I bought you a toothbrush."

"You bought me a what?" Kagome's eyes shot up in surprise and a bit of anger.

"Well, the one from last time didn't match with mine." Inu Yasha defended and Kagome began to rub her temples. Dating a hanyou wasn't easy.

"What makes you think I'm going to need a toothbrush that often?" The smirk he gave her in reply made her whish she had never asked.

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Miroku watched in utter fear as Sango disappeared into the kitchen with her mother. He was supposed to go into the living room with her father and brother and wait for the tea. He shuddered: there would be no witnesses there. "So, Miroku, my daughter tells me you minored in Japanese history."

"Yes, sir." He wasn't sure if he should be happy or worried that the older male had decided to put his arm around his shoulder. Yes, it was an act of friendship, but it also meant her father could put him in a head lock if he so wished.

"Then you will love these." They stopped in a cabinet filled with different medieval weapons. "My family was originally into youkai exterminations, but when they integrated, we had to adapt. We haven't lost our roots. We are all proficient in these ancient weapons," Mr. Kizu lovingly petted his katana.

"Mr. Kizu…"

"Please, call me Youkio."

"Youkio…"

"I have one warning and one warning for you, boy!" He turned Miroku towards him, death grip on his shoulder, "You hurt my baby girl; I hurt you. You make her happy, no one will ever bother you again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly sir." Miroku whimpered.

"That's wonderful."

"You better not be threatening him, daddy." Sango protested as she entered the living room with a tray filled with cups. Her mother was a few steps behind her with the tea.

"No, I was just bragging about Kohaku's sharp shooting. Mai, do we have tomatoes? Let's give Miroku a little demonstration."

"We don't have tomatoes, but if Kohaku doesn't mind cutting the watermelon I got for dessert, we can use that."

"Oh, you are going to love this, Miroku." Sango beamed. "Kohaku can slice a watermelon in half from fifty feet away!"

"Wow!" Miroku swallowed hard. What had he gotten himself into?

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I was going to drag out the argument between Kagome and Inu Yasha out for another chapter, but in honor of the marriage of the Prince of Spain to Leticia, I decided to give Inu a break. I'm so happy; I have a new princess, though it should have been me. Oh well, it's a true Cinderella story. He is a prince and she a respected journalist, whose grandfather is a taxi driver. Thanks Meche for correcting this. And thank you guys for the 798 reviews on fanfiction.net and 59 reviews on mediaminer.org.