InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of a Hanyou ❯ The Love of a Hanyou- Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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The Love of a Hanyou

 

Chapter 12

 

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When Kagome woke up the next morning, it was to find herself alone in her rumpled sheets, no sign of her amorous hanyou anywhere.

 

She narrowed her blue- gray eyes in the bright morning light shining in through her window, taking a quick glimpse about the room. When she realized that she was completely alone, she lay back and allowed a silly grin to spread across her face.

 

Her grin eventually grew into giggles that she could barely suppress. Rolling over to her side, she brought the pillow that Inuyasha had slept on to her face and inhaled the lingering male spicy scent that he had left behind. She sighed in contentment before shrugging off the sheets and dancing her way into her adjoining bathroom.

 

Today was going to be a good day, she could already tell.

 

Later when she had showered and dressed into some old loose fitting jeans and an old `Tokyo mania' shirt, she bounced her way down the stairs and swept into the kitchen, singing out a cheerful good morning to her surprised mother and her very confused grand father.

 

“Kagome, my word, what has gotten into you gel?” gramps wheezed out in his astonishment. The odd look on his face made her laugh out loud.

 

“Not a thing gramps. I'm just in a good mood today,” she said, spinning away from the kitchen table and over to the stove where her mother stood, hand still in the midst of stirring something in the pot. “Mmm, smells good mom.”

 

Her mother blinked owlishly at her before managing to stammer out a weak `thank you'.

 

“Call me when breakfast is ready ok? I'm going to the living room to watch some television,” and with that, Kagome breezed her way right back out of the kitchen and across the hallway to the aforementioned room.

 

Throwing her self into the sofa, she grabbed the remote and turned on the television at the same time that she grabbed up the TV guide, flipping through the glossy pages to today's schedule.

 

Her eyes caught onto a picture of a couple dressed in western clothing of the early Victorian 1800's, standing close together, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. The man had a tight grasp on the woman's waist, holding her tenderly to his masculine chest, their faces and lips just scant inches apart.

 

She sighed dreamily, wandering idly to her self if her superimposed mental picture of her and Inuyasha might be labeled as crazy or obsessive to some. She didn't see how and she really could care less if it was.

 

Her minded drifted back to their activities of last night. Although she had been a bit anxious at having to touch her self whilst he watched, she had quickly gotten over that.

 

She felt so natural with him when it came to anything sexual and she imagined that that was how it was meant to be between two people who loved each other. Even though he hadn't said the words to her, she at least would like to think that he wasn't dreaming of Kikyo when he was with her. God she hoped not.

 

 

She was jerked out of her thoughts by the loud blaring of sirens coming from the television speakers. When did that get so loud, she wondered before glancing down to see that somehow her elbow had been pressing on the volume button on the remote.

 

Sighing in exasperation, she sat up and raised the remote towards the television. When she glanced up though, her eyes became riveted by what she saw there and just as quickly readjusted the volume a little higher.

 

“Mama? Mama, come quick!” Kagome shouted. Itsuko burst through the open hallway panting and clutching a dish rag in one hand and a dinner plate in the other. Her heart had given a painful lurch in her chest when she had heard the panicked tone in her daughter's voice.

 

“What is it Kagome?” she was puzzled when all she received for an answer as a trembling pointed finger at the television screen.

 

“This is Yurimeshi Sawako reporting the morning seven o'clock news. I am standing here just outside an apartment complex in the metropolitan area of Shibuya town where it is said that the body of Takanaka Aoi, column editor for the Tokyo daily newspaper has been found brutally murdered.

 

“The specifics of the murder are unknown except it is said that the murder occurred sometime between the hours of 1 and 3 this morning. If anyone has any information as to how this terrible tragedy occurred, you are strongly urged to contact the police department. Any further development…”

 

“Wasn't she the lady that kept calling me for an interview?” Kagome whispered, raising a stricken gaze to that of her mother's.

 

As the slow realization of what the implications could mean, she felt cold dread settle in the pits of her stomach like a lump of clay. Maybe today isn't going to be such a great one after all.

 

***

 

Inuyasha sat in stoic silence in the passenger seat of the horseless carriage as it sat out on the curb of the street in a rather seedy looking area of town. He sat in silence with Detective Yamamoto Atsushi, waiting idly for god only knows what to happen.

 

Why were they just sitting around? It made no sense to him especially when they could be out there looking around and asking questions.

 

“So Inuyasha, tell me how did meet Miss Higurashi?” Yamamoto asked as he leaned back into his seat, his arm stretched up and under his head as he kept his eyes focused on the street.

 

Inuyasha felt his ear twitch under the cap as his brow furrowed in concentration. Now how was he going to explain him self? Obviously he couldn't say anything about Sengoku Jidai - that just left too much room for questions being asked.

 

“Well, it was two years ago. She just sort of found me I guess. I've lived on my own from ever since I could remember, wandering from one place to another. I always had to fend for myself. But when I met her, everything changed for me.”

 

“A rough and tumble street kid huh? Any family of your own?”

 

“An older half brother who would rather see me dying on the side of some street,” Inuyasha grumbled. “I was pretty messed up then. I hated everybody but she changed me for the better. She made me a better man.”

 

“…sounds serious,” Yamamoto muttered.

 

“Yeah… she accepted me when no one ever had. I'll do anything that I have to to protect her,” Inuyasha whispered vehemently.

 

Inuyasha gave a start when a sudden break in the tense silence rent through the air and a broken voice spoke under a back drop of static noise. He was confused for a moment, not sure of where exactly the voice was coming from, especially when he knew that there was no one around.

 

Yamamoto sat still for a moment, listening intently to the voice speak over the intercom. After awhile he relaxed again and blew out a breath that he had not realized that he had been holding in. A few minutes later his phone gave off a ring.

 

“Yamamoto here…oh Miss Higurashi… oh, hang on. It's for you Inuyasha,” as he handed the phone over, Inuyasha gave him a blank stare before looking down at the small device. He couldn't very well hold the thing to his ears, so instead held it to where his ears were supposed be had he been human.

 

“Kagome?'

 

“Inuyasha, thank god. I was watching the news this morning and you know that reporter that keeps calling here? She's dead! What do you think that means? You don't think that the murderer was maybe looking for me do you?”

 

Kagome's voice practically dripped with both fear and tension. With every word that she spoke, he felt his muscles tighten even more, making ready to strike at whatever had struck that fear into her.

 

He wished that he was there with her now to take her into his arms and soothe her but he knew that he had to find her attackers, who might be and might not be murderers as well. Things were steadily getting out of control, he grimly acknowledged.

 

“Kagome,” he growled, cutting through the incoherent babbling that she had fallen into whilst his mind had drifted. “Listen, I want you to stay inside, don't talk do anyone you hear me?”

 

When she gave up a shaky “yes”, he hummed in satisfaction then spent a bit more time reassuring her before reluctantly shoving the phone back to Yamamoto who had made no pretense at all in trying to act as though he hadn't been eavesdroping on the conversation.

 

“That murder just awhile ago. That Takanaka woman, was she a reporter or something?”

 

“Uh, I think so, yeah she writes for the Tokyo Daily. Why?”

 

“I think that maybe we need to find out a bit more about this murder. We might find out something to help us find out whose looking for Kagome.

 

“It's just too much of a coincidence to be anything else. First we find out that someone is out there looking for Kagome and now this woman whose been calling her gets murdered. Something's up.” Inuyasha said grimly, facing forward, his golden eyes hard.

 

Yamamoto sat back and thought about what he said. It was true, everything seemed to circulating right back to the Higurashi girl, there were just no other ways to explain how all of this could be happening.

 

“I agree that it's worth looking into. We can't take anything for granted in this case, especially when it could all prove detrimental to Miss Higurashi's safety,” with that said Yamamoto turned the ignition and moved the vehicle into the line of traffic.

 

 

The expression on Yamamoto's face was pensive before he gave a short nod, “Alright. Then, let's go.”

 

 

The drive was relatively short but it was long enough that it left Inuyasha feeling antsy in his seat. He was more than ready to jump out the car when it came to a stop just in front of an area that had been sectioned off with yellow caution tape. To say that the place was nothing but chaos would have been an understatement.

 

The loud whirring noises of police sirens acted as an piercing, over loud backdrop to all the other surrounding sounds.

 

The crowd of people who stood just outside the tape jabbering agitatedly and gawking at the proceedings of the men and women in uniforms were somewhat daunting. Especially when they turned fanatically interested eyes to the new arrivals on the scene.

 

Inuyasha hunched his shoulders defensively and growled inaudibly as he shuffled his way behind Yamamoto who had walked closer to the tape and was flashing his badge at the young officer standing guard.

 

Once they were cleared they pushed their way through the line of people with cameras and black sticks that they kept waving around in other people's faces.

 

He wasn't sure what to do when they jostled him and started asking him questions. So instead he growled and shoved past them ignoring the few indignant responses, sprinting to catch up with the human that had managed to put a considerable amount of distance between them when he had been distracted.

 

After a trip inside a metal box that had left him wishing that he had tetsusaiga at his side, they met up with another passel of humans milling around an open doorway. The scent of stale blood met his nose and his palms literally itched to come up and cover it. The blood scent was not only old but there were lots of it mixed in with the scent of sex and other bodily fluids.

 

 

As he passed over the threshold of the cozy little apartment he was some what awed at the largesse of luxury that surrounded him. He remembered Kagome describing to him how some people who either didn't want to live in their own houses or either couldn't afford them, rented rooms from others.

 

But this?! He had never seen so much extravagance laid out in letting rooms such as this in his time.

 

The concept of renting living spaces was nothing new to him since he had it in his own time. Poorer families usually lived in houses on the properties of their lords and in exchange they worked and tilled the fields in order to produce crop.

 

It was a symbiotic relationship in which both parties benefited- the overlord grew richer with the people to tend and harvest his crops and his tenants had safe places to lay their heads and food in their bellies.

 

However this kind of profligacy went far and beyond anything that he had experienced. The glass vases and gold trimmed picture frames. The long cream colored couches and large over head candelabras made out of pretty glittering crystals were what he believed the rich overlords would have in their keeps.

 

This was no poor man's residence that was for sure. Everything that he had seen so far in Kagome's time just proved how different their times were and essentially they were worlds apart. The thought brought him up short and made him wonder how Kagome could ever really want to have anything to do with him.

 

He had nothing with which to offer her, not a damn thing. How could he live with himself for wanting to take all this away from her? Where not every one who wasn't a lord went hungry; where the food was plentiful and jobs easy to find.

 

In her time she had medicines to cure the hacking cough that still continued to prove deadly to the people in his time, in her time the life expectancy of the average man was not twenty nine but rather many lived to see their grand children.

 

How could he be selfish? How could he allow her to live in his time where death was prominent? Where it was always a constant threat from youkai, man or disease?

 

He felt the mental chain on his youkai rattle angrily in the back of his mind at the thought of her dying. Suppressing it almost became a task when he had these macabre thoughts swirling around in his head, taunting him, provoking him to do something.

 

Shaking his head roughly to clear it, he shifted laser sharp eyes over to where Nonomiya stood in deep conversation with Yamamoto. Inuyasha guessed that he was filling Nonomiya in on the theory that they had come upon in the car earlier and proceeded to put his attention on his surrounding and the blood scent.

 

The odor was pungent; the scent of fear and death fairly stifled the area. At a casual glance everything seemed normal, nothing out of place except for the trail of women's clothes that led from the hallway straight to the bedroom.

 

The bedroom itself was nothing above average if one was used to such opulence, the floor strewn with ladies silken things. However the real shock came from the bloodied mess lying on the bed. The quilt and sheets were completely saturated with blood, the cold lump of flesh lying in the midst of it still and surreal.

 

Death was a well known companion to all those that lived in Sengoku jidai, brutality and gory violence a close friend but never before had he seen such savagery that had been manifested through one human upon another.

 

It had always been human versus demon of course he would never fool him self into thinking that humans didn't prey on another but this was the first that he had ever seen evidence of it.

 

The woman, or what was left of her; laid on her back, naked. Her face nothing more than a bloody mottled mass of bruises, torn skin and raw flesh, making her features indiscernible.

 

Her chest had been splayed upon by some sharp implement, her breasts cleaved and nearly torn off. Her hands were bruised and bore defensive cuts as she had tried to fend off her attacker, one of them bent at an awkward angle.

 

Whoever had done that to her had been one angry little fucker that was for sure. As he trailed his eyes down over her torso, he found him self nearly shocked at the number of stab wounds displayed there. Wounds that varied in depth and width but continued down along towards her vagina.

 

He was aghast at the level of violence that had escalated when the attacker had arrived there. Not even needing to hear how many stabs had been inflicted at that region, he came to the realization that maybe, just maybe this guy had issues with women.

 

Turning away in disgust, he shuffled his way across the room, giving a wide berth to the bed and the two men that stood over the woman snapping flashes of light at various parts of the dead woman's body.

 

Coming to stand before the sliding doors, his eyes zeroed in on the lone cigarette bud flung negligently in the corner. Inuyasha hitched up the legs of his jeans and bent down to take a closer look.

 

He had seen one of these things before and he searched his memory trying to remember when he had. He went completely still when it came to him. His muscles clenched tight and vibrating with the hum of barely suppressed excitement.

 

The train station!

 

When he had stumbled across Kagome that night, there had been half a dozen of these things strewn about the ground just a few feet away from her. He hadn't given much thought to them then since his mind had been on getting Kagome home but now the memory stood out crystal clear in his mind.

 

He moved closer and took a tentative whiff at it hoping to recognize the scent but instead drew a blank. It wasn't familiar at all. It didn't match any of the two scents that he had found on Kagome's body but there was something about it that niggled at the back of his mind.

 

Standing up he shook his head and quickly yanked the glass door to one side before stepping through onto the tiny balcony. He spent a few minutes adjusting his eyes to the full flare of the sun before he looked around him.

 

Two reclining chairs sat to the left of him, a small green leafy plant lying just between them. Across the way, where the balcony end, six other just like it sat and he figured that they were attached to other apartments similar to this one.

 

The building was indeed very large over eighty feet high and probably just as wide. The woman's apartment was on the sixteenth floor and it had a great view of the Yoyogi Park that sat five building over. The hustle and the bustle of the city continued on, unmindful of any other business but its own.

 

Heaving a sigh he made to move over to one of the chairs when the sun hit on a bit something that glimmered at winked teasingly at him. He moved closer and then let out a growl of anger when he discovered what it was.

 

Lying innocently in the seat of the first chair was a fine gold chain with a gold heart shaped locket attached to it. He didn't have to open it to know that inside he would find the tiny smiling face of Kagome and the snarling image of his own.

 

He was distracted from his musings when Nonomiya drew up behind him.

 

“What you got there kid?” Inuyasha stood up to his full height after a long while of tense silence, then stepped to the side to allow Nonomiya to get a look at the locket.

 

Nonomiya looked at it before taking a glimpse at clenching jaw of the boy and the agitated ticking at his temple.

 

“Something you recognize,” he stated, watching the vast play of emotions as they flitted one after the other on Inuyasha's face. He was given a terse nod before the red tinted face was turned aside.

 

Muscular arms were crossed over a wide and equally muscled chest, the tension and rage in every line broadcasted loud and clear.

 

“It belongs to Kagome. She said that she lost it that night.”

 

Inuyasha relaxed his fists before turning burning golden eyes to Nonomiya. “Just inside the glass door, you'll find something that I think might belong to the killer. Whoever he is, he knows something about Kagome's attackers. He had to have been there.

 

“We need to find this guy and fast,” before he finds Kagome, this last, he thought to him self.

***

 

Enishi watched the news with grim satisfaction. So they had discovered Aoi's body, it meant nothing. He had made sure to clean up all traces of him self before he had left the scene last night. They wouldn't catch him because they wouldn't be able to find any connection to him.

 

He hadn't meant to kill her, at least not this soon but the stupid bitch had pushed him to do it. She had forced him to lose his control and she had suffered the consequences. He had struggled so hard, for so long to overcome his brash impulsiveness but every now and again, the tether that held everything together slackened.

 

All he had wanted was information, that's it but Aoi had put him in a nearly impossible position. She had made him hurt her far more than he had planned to and now she was dead, the stupid heifer. She shouldn't have made him think of his mother, she shouldn't have made him remember what his mother had done to him, made him do to her.

 

His mind wandered back to the night before, every thing had started off perfectly but had quickly gone to hell after they had gotten back to her apartment. They had sat out on her balcony sharing a drink but from there things had gotten nasty.

 

***

 

“So tell me Enishi, why'd you come to me tonight. You know I hate it when you just pop up like that when you know that I haven't called you,” Aoi said as she lay back on the chair and took a sip of chardonnay from her glass. She shivered delicately, both at the exquisite taste and the tantalizing sweep of the cold night air on her bared breasts.

 

This was one of her favorite past times whenever she had one of her lovers stay over during the night. She knew that she had a beautiful body, it was one of her best assets that ensured that she always got what she want.

 

She had learned that lesson growing up as a young girl from the poorer part of Yokohama, that if she wanted something she had to get it her self. And the best way to get that was to make others give it to her.

 

She had discovered at the age of thirteen when her body had first began to develop that men and even some women would give her anything she wanted if she let them have sex with her.

 

What did she care? It didn't matter what they did as long as they gave her what she wanted and it had worked for her like a charm and it was still working for her as evidence of her current lifestyle.

 

If she had her way she would never be hungry again. Instead of having people use her she would instead flip the tables and use them. However there were things that she just couldn't escape.

 

She had quickly discovered that the only way that she could enjoy sex was if it were through force. She could never orgasm unless she had beaten first, a curse of her body.

 

A consequence no doubt developed from her youth - her father had raped her constantly throughout her girlhood and had continued to do so until she had escaped him at fourteen.

 

From there she had fallen prey to men and other gang members on the street. Her curse was now probably a punishment from the gods for what she did but it didn't matter, not when you could find people like Enishi in this world.

 

He understood her, understood her darker desires. She turned to him now and watched him. His keen intelligent eyes stared dully back at her from behind his glasses. He was lean, lanky even.

 

The harmless looking guy that you would see on the street but she wasn't a fool. She knew that looks could be deceiving and in this case they were very deceiving. Enishi was dangerous, very dangerous. He drew her attention when he shifted closer.

 

“That story that ran in the Daily last week, the girl. Who is she?” Enishi watched as Aoi's eyes widened in stunned disbelief. He knew that that would've been the last thing that she would have thought that he had come to her.

 

“Why do you want to know about her?” she asked petulantly, somewhat perturbed that Enishi would be inquiring about some teenager when she was right there eagerly waiting for him.

 

He had always been her favorite. He knew how she liked it and she knew that she would always be satisfied sexually whenever he was around.

 

“Don't worry about that. Do you know her name?” the way he asked, the way he tried to seem disinterested spiked her own. Oh yeah she knew the girl's name and she had found that out through her source on the police force, but why would Enishi want to know her name?

 

“What it worth to you?” she asked as she leaned closer, the hard points of her nipples brushing across his arms. She grew excited as the rough hairs teased her senses and she licked her lips in anticipation. “Tell you what, if you do something for me then I'll tell you everything that you want to know.”

 

Enishi nodded his head decisively before looking at her expectantly. More aroused than she had ever been in her life she had quickly snatched up his hand and dragged him back inside to push him towards the bed.

 

“Take off your clothes and lay there on the bed. I'll be right back.” Not waiting for him to utter a reply, Aoi dashed from the room.

 

Enishi stood still beside the bed uncertain for awhile before shrugging out of his shirt and shirking his jeans and underwear. He lay prone on the bed for a good ten minutes before Aoi returned completely naked with both hands behind her back.

 

When he made to get up she quickly pushed him back down again. “Not yet my good man. The fun is just about to start.”

 

Before he even got a chance to demand for her to tell him what she was about, she had cuffed both of his hands to the headboard. He hadn't noticed that until it was too late.

 

“Now you bad boy, let's see if I can't help to teach you some manners. Its time for me to take charge.”

 

He watched her bend over before she pulled a long whipping strap from under the bed. His eyes widened when he got the gist of what she had in mind. “What do think you're going to do with that?”

 

“Shut up!” the crack of the whip on his bare thigh punctuated the air and continued to do so until his cursing died down to nothing more than a furious glare. “That's better, Enishi. Much, much better,” Aoi purred soothingly.

 

She drew closer to the bed, lowering her eyes to stare at the semi flaccid flesh of his penis. “Tell me something Enishi. Have you ever had a woman like me fulfill every single one of your desires the way that I do?”

 

Her question was met with silence but the glare didn't die down in intensity. “No? Then allow me to demonstrate why I'm marginally better than a foolish little school girl.”

 

With an odd glint in her eyes, Aoi raised the whipping strap above her head and proceeded lash it against every part of his body until he lay there in tears and sweat begging her to stop but she didn't.

 

She had always wanted to let herself go like this, had always wanted to be the punisher instead of the supplicant and now she just couldn't stop; not when she had that power.

 

For Enishi the time past by slowly, the excruciating pain of the lashes nearly driving him out of his mind and for just a moment when the pain became too much, he was a little boy again.

 

A little boy cringing away from his mother who had yelled and screamed at him and then beat him with her belt. Every lash felt just like it had then and every one brought back that anger that he had tried to push aside. However the fear overrode that anger and he was helpless just like he was then.

 

It explained why when Aoi had straddled his waist, un-cuffed him and then swiftly impaled herself on him he could do nothing more than grip her tightly around the waist as she swiftly rode him to his completion, just like his mother had done when he was a little boy.

 

Aoi had moved off of him then and had promptly fallen asleep but he had stayed awake, caught in a nightmare from his past, reliving the moments that had haunted him everyday.

 

He turned his head and looked at Aoi but in his mind he saw his mother. The woman who was supposed to love him and protect him. The fear and the panic set in more sharply; no, he couldn't let that happen.

 

He wouldn't be her slave again. He had to get rid of her again so that he could be left in peace. He had to kill her again and he would.

 

When Aoi woke up she found her self pinioned under Enishi's body. His penis, enlarged and pulsating at the dry entrance to her vagina and her legs were spread apart by his knees. With a grunt he pushed the swollen tip roughly into her, grinding it forward until he completely filled her.

 

“So I'm your slave am I? I'll show you what kind of slave I am,” he snarled savagely with a manic gleam in his eyes.

 

Aoi quickly grew excited, her vagina quickly drenching to coat and ease the rough push and pull of Enishi engorged member. “Oh yes fuck me good baby.”

 

“I'll show you what I'm made of. You'll take my cock and like it bitch. You want it don't you, you cunt?”

 

He fell silent, gritting his teeth as he pulled his member back violently almost to the tip only so that he could shove it back in, grinding it into her body until she was nearly mindless with pleasure.

 

His breathing was rough and uneven; he didn't touch her with his lips or his hands, all his frenzied concentration on his penis. Faster and faster he labored until finally he rode her into a racking, tortuous orgasm.

 

They lay there awhile until finally, Enishi sat up, his penis enlarged in her again but he didn't take up a rhythm again. Instead he laid the full brunt of his fist into her face, repeatedly.

 

Over and over again he struck her until finally she lay still beneath him, no longer struggling against him. Her blood coated his hands and his face but that didn't stop him from slamming his penis into her body again, pumping against her until he was spent.

 

Getting up from the bed, he staggered towards the kitchen, wrenching the cupboards open until he found a bottle of vinegar and some sponges. As he moved passed the kitchen counter, his eyes fell on a large meat cutting knife.

 

Without a moment's hesitation he pulled it free and moved back into the room. Two hours later he had struggled his way free of his mania and had gone home to sleep it off. But not before he had grabbed up the laptop and all of the files from her desk.

 

 

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