InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Bane of My Existence ❯ You Ass! ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Shaeya Sedjet Namir 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2007 | Updated On: 06.21.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2007 | Updated On: 06.21.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Dislaimer: The Inu-gumi belong to Takahashi Rumiko. Me no owny! I can only lay claim to Caleb.
The Bane of My Existence
Chapter Two:
You Ass! (Revised 6-9-07)
The next day I was working in my shop (go figure), and who do you think reared his ugly head? You are damned right. It was one Inuyasha Sato. At the time, I could not fathom why the moron kept skulking around my workshop when he knew damned well that Miroku was never there. Hey! I never claimed to be observant or have any great powers of deduction! Just shut up!
“Hey, Lesbo—“
“Hey, Fag.” I chirped without missing a beat.
“I’m not gay!”
“And I’m not a lesbian, so I’ll stop calling you a fag if you stop calling me a lesbian.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Seems fair.”
I considered him a moment, wondering what his angle was. He never agreed to a truce so easily. “So, what do you want?”
“Is Miroku around?”
I looked up at him with an ironic half-smile on my face. “Didn’t you see his car parked in the drive?”
“Oh, yeah,” he mumbled.
“Wouldn’t that suggest that Miroku is here?”
“I thought he might be out here helping you,” he suggested.
“When have you ever known my brother to get his hands dirty?” Ok. At this point, I was really wondering what the hell was up with him. This man was intelligent. He graduated at the top of his class in both high school and college. It wasn't like him to be so dense. In fact, the fucker was usually entirely too perceptive for his own good.
“Touche.”
I went back to assembling the carriage of the Carmen. This project was coming along painfully slow, and it didn’t help that there was a HUGE distraction that kept…well…distracting me. I could feel him just watching me, hesitating. Finally, getting slightly creeped out, I looked up at him.
“What, Inuyasha? Miroku is in the house,” I explained slowly as if Inuyasha were a patron of the short-bus.
Inuyasha ignored me and asked an alarming question, “Um. Would you mind if I came by sometime to help you with the Carmen?”
I just stared at him. What the hell was he asking! Why the hell did he want to help me? Never in his life had this boy done something to help me out of the kindness of his heart.
I looked at him skeptically, “What’s your angle?”
His expression was guarded, “What do you mean?”
“What do you want? You have to want something. You’ve never offered to help me with anything. Ever. So, what is it?”
“Maybe I just want to enjoy your company,” he countered defensively.
“And monkeys might take flight from my ass, Sato.”
He crossed his arms and sneered. There was the Inuyasha Sato I was used to! “You know, getting laid could help that attitude problem of yours. If you weren’t such a frigid bitch the majority of the time, some guy might actually want to ask you out or something.”
I took the bait immediately. This was one of my favorite subjects to rant about. “I’m not a guy. I don’t need sex to make everything all better.”
“What would you know about it? You’re a fuckin’ hermit,” he muttered.
“Fuck you!” I growled at him.
“Now, now!” He clucked his tongue at me. Is that any way for a young lady to speak?”
I was taking very deep breaths, trying to calm myself before I ended the meaningless existence of one Inuyasha Sato. When I spoke, it was controlled and very careful, “Sato, I would suggest you get the hell out of my workshop before I kick your ass.” My voice sounded low and scary even to myself.
“Seriously, Nubs—“
“Sato, get out before I kill you.”
“You are such a bitch, Nubs,” he muttered and ducked as a wrecked carburetor (my beloved weapon of choice) flew past his head. “Dammit, woman! That almost hit me!” he shrieked (yes, shrieked. Like a girl).
“You’re extremely lucky that my aim sucks. I was fucking trying to hit you!” My voice increased in decibels as my anger was fully unleashed. I threw everything that I could find at him. I didn’t care if I knocked him out cold on the pavement.
“Fuck! Crazy bitch!” he yelped as a chunk of scrap metal pegged him in the shoulder.
“Get the fuck out!” I screeched, very near to tears. Unwittingly, he had found my “button” and sucker punched it. He didn’t know about Caleb, so he didn’t do it on purpose. He just loved to get under my skin. He chose the wrong thing to pick on.
Miroku came running from the house and skidded to a stop in the doorway of the workshop. I must have been quite a sight sitting amidst a disarray of chunks of metal, bolts and miscellaneous car parts, sobbing and folded nearly in half against myself. I half-heard him question Inuyasha about what happened. Inuyasha gave him a brief summary and I heard Miroku’s feet slapping quickly against the pavement. He knelt beside me and took me into his him arms, murmuring comforting words.
Inuyasha stood there, watching the entire thing with a look of extreme discomfort. He worried a lock of his thick, glossy, black hair. His red, button-up shirt had spots of axle grease from the car parts that he had been dodging. If I had been in a less homicidal mood, I might have felt sorry for him. He looked like he may have felt as terrible as I did. Good, was my only thought.
Miroku turned his head slightly. “Inuyasha, could you wait for me in the house?”
Inuyasha nodded solemnly and left the workshop, his soft footfalls fading to nothingness.
Miroku turned back to me and forced me to look him in the eye. “It’s ok, baby sister. What happened?” he asked as he stroked my hair. It was just like the day I had told him about Caleb.
I told him what had transpired between Inuyasha and me. Miroku gave a deep sigh.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have a talk with him.”
I shook my head fiercely, “Don’t you tell him. Don’t you dare tell him! I swear to the gods that I will never speak to you again!”
“’Gome, he needs to know that there are certain things he can’t say to you. He’ll understand if it’s put to him the right way. Things cannot go on like this between you two.”
“I don’t want anyone to know,” I whimpered, “Especially not him.”
“Why not him?”
“Because he is here all the time! I don’t want him to see me and think, ‘Poor Kagome, the rape victim.’ I’d much rather have things the way they are. I don’t want him to be nice to me just because I was sexually assaulted. I don’t want his pity, or anyone else’s. Please Miro, don’t tell.”
My brother sighed. He didn’t need to tell Inuyasha. Inuyasha had been there the night that Miroku and his friends kicked Caleb’s ass. I had never known this, but I was about to find out.
The next day, Inuyasha came by the workshop in tattered jeans and a paint-splattered t-shirt with his hair up in an elastic band. I stared at him as if he’d sprouted puppy ears. I had never seen him in anything that wasn’t impeccably clean or crisply pressed.
“What? Do I have something on my face?”
I sighed, “I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now, Inuyasha. Please just find Miroku and leave me alone.”
He didn’t leave. He just stood there, apparently struggling with…something.
“Yes?” I asked expectantly.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I said some things that were way out of line. I should have shown you more respect. I just—I don’t know how to behave around you, ya know? You’ve been Miroku’s little sister all my life, and now, you’re not so little. You aren’t Nubby anymore. You’re Kagome—“
“Thanks for noticing,” I muttered.
He continued, undeterred, “Shut up, Kagome.”
“Fuck you, Sato!”
“Kagome, stop being a bitch.”
“If you call me a bitch one more time, I’ll—“
“Yeah, yeah, ‘insert threat of bodily harm here’. If you don’t want to be called a bitch, then stop behaving like one. I came to apologize for what I said to you yesterday. I wasn’t thinking. I should have been more considerate, especially after…well…you know,” He lowered his head, hiding his gaze from me.
I paused for a moment, a wave of dread crashing over mean. “What do you mean?” I asked, horrified at what the answer would be. When Inuyasha wouldn’t make eye-contact with me, I had a pretty good idea of what he meant. He knew. My voice was very quiet when I spoke to him, “Did Miroku tell you about what happened to me?”
I watched him shake his head, but could not read his expression. His black bangs were hiding his eyes. I desperately wanted to see his eyes! And then he spoke. “I was there the night that your brother beat the shit out of Caleb.” He looked up at me and his lovely amethyst eyes held barely contained violence, “I held the bastard down while your brother kicked the shit out of him.”
I blinked once, twice. I had no words. For once in my life I—Kagome Higurashi—was speechless. I had not known. Miroku had never told me who any of the boys were who had helped him extract vengeance from the hide of my asshole ex-boyfriend. However, I certainly wouldn’t have expected Inuyasha Sato to be among them. I was stunned to say the least.
My mouth must have been gaping, because Inuyasha said, “You’ll catch flies if you stay that way.”
I snapped my mouth shut and stared at him. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like an eternity. We just stared at each other, both of us taking stock of the other.
When I was finally able to construct a coherent sentence, I said, “I suppose I should thank you for that.”
He shrugged. “No man should ever do that to a woman. He got what he deserved.”
My heart swelled near to bursting with that. With the exception of Miroku, I'd never had anyone to protect me. Though, looking back now, Inuyasha and Miroku came as a package deal. If I was being picked on by a kid bigger than me, one of the two of them was always there to talk the kid into seeing the brighter path, or to pummel him within an inch of his life. I'd never really thought of things that way before. I just accepted it as part of the kid sister package, but all this time I had a sort of protector watching out for me. If only he had decided to act on his impulses when I was fifteen, neither of us would be where we are now. And in truth, we probably wouldn't have hit it off very well. Inuyasha at seventeen, was a ladies man. He was with a different girl every week and I honestly doubt that I would have put up with his crap. So, in a way, I'm glad he was slow on the uptake. I would have missed out on getting to know what a really wonderful guy he turned out to be.
T.B.C...
The Bane of My Existence
Chapter Two:
You Ass! (Revised 6-9-07)
The next day I was working in my shop (go figure), and who do you think reared his ugly head? You are damned right. It was one Inuyasha Sato. At the time, I could not fathom why the moron kept skulking around my workshop when he knew damned well that Miroku was never there. Hey! I never claimed to be observant or have any great powers of deduction! Just shut up!
“Hey, Lesbo—“
“Hey, Fag.” I chirped without missing a beat.
“I’m not gay!”
“And I’m not a lesbian, so I’ll stop calling you a fag if you stop calling me a lesbian.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Seems fair.”
I considered him a moment, wondering what his angle was. He never agreed to a truce so easily. “So, what do you want?”
“Is Miroku around?”
I looked up at him with an ironic half-smile on my face. “Didn’t you see his car parked in the drive?”
“Oh, yeah,” he mumbled.
“Wouldn’t that suggest that Miroku is here?”
“I thought he might be out here helping you,” he suggested.
“When have you ever known my brother to get his hands dirty?” Ok. At this point, I was really wondering what the hell was up with him. This man was intelligent. He graduated at the top of his class in both high school and college. It wasn't like him to be so dense. In fact, the fucker was usually entirely too perceptive for his own good.
“Touche.”
I went back to assembling the carriage of the Carmen. This project was coming along painfully slow, and it didn’t help that there was a HUGE distraction that kept…well…distracting me. I could feel him just watching me, hesitating. Finally, getting slightly creeped out, I looked up at him.
“What, Inuyasha? Miroku is in the house,” I explained slowly as if Inuyasha were a patron of the short-bus.
Inuyasha ignored me and asked an alarming question, “Um. Would you mind if I came by sometime to help you with the Carmen?”
I just stared at him. What the hell was he asking! Why the hell did he want to help me? Never in his life had this boy done something to help me out of the kindness of his heart.
I looked at him skeptically, “What’s your angle?”
His expression was guarded, “What do you mean?”
“What do you want? You have to want something. You’ve never offered to help me with anything. Ever. So, what is it?”
“Maybe I just want to enjoy your company,” he countered defensively.
“And monkeys might take flight from my ass, Sato.”
He crossed his arms and sneered. There was the Inuyasha Sato I was used to! “You know, getting laid could help that attitude problem of yours. If you weren’t such a frigid bitch the majority of the time, some guy might actually want to ask you out or something.”
I took the bait immediately. This was one of my favorite subjects to rant about. “I’m not a guy. I don’t need sex to make everything all better.”
“What would you know about it? You’re a fuckin’ hermit,” he muttered.
“Fuck you!” I growled at him.
“Now, now!” He clucked his tongue at me. Is that any way for a young lady to speak?”
I was taking very deep breaths, trying to calm myself before I ended the meaningless existence of one Inuyasha Sato. When I spoke, it was controlled and very careful, “Sato, I would suggest you get the hell out of my workshop before I kick your ass.” My voice sounded low and scary even to myself.
“Seriously, Nubs—“
“Sato, get out before I kill you.”
“You are such a bitch, Nubs,” he muttered and ducked as a wrecked carburetor (my beloved weapon of choice) flew past his head. “Dammit, woman! That almost hit me!” he shrieked (yes, shrieked. Like a girl).
“You’re extremely lucky that my aim sucks. I was fucking trying to hit you!” My voice increased in decibels as my anger was fully unleashed. I threw everything that I could find at him. I didn’t care if I knocked him out cold on the pavement.
“Fuck! Crazy bitch!” he yelped as a chunk of scrap metal pegged him in the shoulder.
“Get the fuck out!” I screeched, very near to tears. Unwittingly, he had found my “button” and sucker punched it. He didn’t know about Caleb, so he didn’t do it on purpose. He just loved to get under my skin. He chose the wrong thing to pick on.
Miroku came running from the house and skidded to a stop in the doorway of the workshop. I must have been quite a sight sitting amidst a disarray of chunks of metal, bolts and miscellaneous car parts, sobbing and folded nearly in half against myself. I half-heard him question Inuyasha about what happened. Inuyasha gave him a brief summary and I heard Miroku’s feet slapping quickly against the pavement. He knelt beside me and took me into his him arms, murmuring comforting words.
Inuyasha stood there, watching the entire thing with a look of extreme discomfort. He worried a lock of his thick, glossy, black hair. His red, button-up shirt had spots of axle grease from the car parts that he had been dodging. If I had been in a less homicidal mood, I might have felt sorry for him. He looked like he may have felt as terrible as I did. Good, was my only thought.
Miroku turned his head slightly. “Inuyasha, could you wait for me in the house?”
Inuyasha nodded solemnly and left the workshop, his soft footfalls fading to nothingness.
Miroku turned back to me and forced me to look him in the eye. “It’s ok, baby sister. What happened?” he asked as he stroked my hair. It was just like the day I had told him about Caleb.
I told him what had transpired between Inuyasha and me. Miroku gave a deep sigh.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have a talk with him.”
I shook my head fiercely, “Don’t you tell him. Don’t you dare tell him! I swear to the gods that I will never speak to you again!”
“’Gome, he needs to know that there are certain things he can’t say to you. He’ll understand if it’s put to him the right way. Things cannot go on like this between you two.”
“I don’t want anyone to know,” I whimpered, “Especially not him.”
“Why not him?”
“Because he is here all the time! I don’t want him to see me and think, ‘Poor Kagome, the rape victim.’ I’d much rather have things the way they are. I don’t want him to be nice to me just because I was sexually assaulted. I don’t want his pity, or anyone else’s. Please Miro, don’t tell.”
My brother sighed. He didn’t need to tell Inuyasha. Inuyasha had been there the night that Miroku and his friends kicked Caleb’s ass. I had never known this, but I was about to find out.
The next day, Inuyasha came by the workshop in tattered jeans and a paint-splattered t-shirt with his hair up in an elastic band. I stared at him as if he’d sprouted puppy ears. I had never seen him in anything that wasn’t impeccably clean or crisply pressed.
“What? Do I have something on my face?”
I sighed, “I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now, Inuyasha. Please just find Miroku and leave me alone.”
He didn’t leave. He just stood there, apparently struggling with…something.
“Yes?” I asked expectantly.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I said some things that were way out of line. I should have shown you more respect. I just—I don’t know how to behave around you, ya know? You’ve been Miroku’s little sister all my life, and now, you’re not so little. You aren’t Nubby anymore. You’re Kagome—“
“Thanks for noticing,” I muttered.
He continued, undeterred, “Shut up, Kagome.”
“Fuck you, Sato!”
“Kagome, stop being a bitch.”
“If you call me a bitch one more time, I’ll—“
“Yeah, yeah, ‘insert threat of bodily harm here’. If you don’t want to be called a bitch, then stop behaving like one. I came to apologize for what I said to you yesterday. I wasn’t thinking. I should have been more considerate, especially after…well…you know,” He lowered his head, hiding his gaze from me.
I paused for a moment, a wave of dread crashing over mean. “What do you mean?” I asked, horrified at what the answer would be. When Inuyasha wouldn’t make eye-contact with me, I had a pretty good idea of what he meant. He knew. My voice was very quiet when I spoke to him, “Did Miroku tell you about what happened to me?”
I watched him shake his head, but could not read his expression. His black bangs were hiding his eyes. I desperately wanted to see his eyes! And then he spoke. “I was there the night that your brother beat the shit out of Caleb.” He looked up at me and his lovely amethyst eyes held barely contained violence, “I held the bastard down while your brother kicked the shit out of him.”
I blinked once, twice. I had no words. For once in my life I—Kagome Higurashi—was speechless. I had not known. Miroku had never told me who any of the boys were who had helped him extract vengeance from the hide of my asshole ex-boyfriend. However, I certainly wouldn’t have expected Inuyasha Sato to be among them. I was stunned to say the least.
My mouth must have been gaping, because Inuyasha said, “You’ll catch flies if you stay that way.”
I snapped my mouth shut and stared at him. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like an eternity. We just stared at each other, both of us taking stock of the other.
When I was finally able to construct a coherent sentence, I said, “I suppose I should thank you for that.”
He shrugged. “No man should ever do that to a woman. He got what he deserved.”
My heart swelled near to bursting with that. With the exception of Miroku, I'd never had anyone to protect me. Though, looking back now, Inuyasha and Miroku came as a package deal. If I was being picked on by a kid bigger than me, one of the two of them was always there to talk the kid into seeing the brighter path, or to pummel him within an inch of his life. I'd never really thought of things that way before. I just accepted it as part of the kid sister package, but all this time I had a sort of protector watching out for me. If only he had decided to act on his impulses when I was fifteen, neither of us would be where we are now. And in truth, we probably wouldn't have hit it off very well. Inuyasha at seventeen, was a ladies man. He was with a different girl every week and I honestly doubt that I would have put up with his crap. So, in a way, I'm glad he was slow on the uptake. I would have missed out on getting to know what a really wonderful guy he turned out to be.
T.B.C...