InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Syndrome ❯ Return to Hell House ( Chapter 3 )

I do not own Inuyasha and Company, no matter how happy it would make me. Rumiko Takahashi does.

 

 

Chapter 3 - Return to Hell House

 

 

As she neared the house she shared with the three wicked witches, Kagome started to pray that what she was hearing wasn't coming from their house. Once again though, the Kamis denied her. Standing at the end of the stone path that led from the sidewalk to the house, she looked up, seeing every window brightly lit and people everywhere. There were even some in the front yard, stumbling around like they were drunk or high, and probably were, or making out on the lawn half dressed.

 

“Just fucking great,” she growled before steeling her nerves and walking towards the front door. When she opened it, the muffled sound of music she'd been able to hear from the sidewalk nearly deafened her. Looking around, she groaned. The house was packed. Every available surface was covered in bottles, cans, and glasses and there were several huge stains on the cream colored carpet as proof that someone had spilled something. Looking at the walls, she noticed that the glass of several pictures was now cracked, and even worse, there were several holes punched right through the drywall. “The landlord is just gonna love this,” she said under her breath.

 

She decided to forgo a trip to the kitchen; sure she didn't even want to know. “There is no way in hell I'm cleaning this up,” she said while wondering what the hell was dripping down the wall beside the staircase she was climbing. She had to carefully step over a couple that were nearly humping in the middle of the stairs, so intoxicated and aroused that they didn't even noticed her. When she made it to the top of the stairs she wasn't pleased to discover that the destruction had not been contained to the first floor like she'd hoped. A crystal vase that she liked to keep filled with fresh flowers and usually sat on a table in the hall was shattered on the floor in a pool of water with what remained of a beautiful bouquet shredded and spread around like someone had decided to make confetti out of the pink blooms.

 

She cautiously stepped over the slivers of crystal ground into the carpet and took a few steps towards her door. She could hear moans and screams of pleasure, along with the usual thuds of the headboard hitting the wall with serious force. She continued down the long hall, glancing at the closed doors as she passed. She could hear Kagura screeching. She was always the loudest, definitely a screamer. And the mouth on her could have made a sailor blush. Some of the things Kagome had heard over the last few months wouldn't leave her memory if she lived for a hundred years.

 

Really, how could someone ever forget hearing your roommate screaming “Fuck me! Yes! Fuck my cunt hard you bastard! Deeper! Smack my ass! Harder! Is that the best you can do? Gimme that big fat demon cock! Pull my fucking hair! Pull it harder you pussy! Fuck me like a whore! Ugh, yes! Shove it in my ass! Oh, yeah! Just like that! I want you to cum all over my face motherfucker!” Of course, it wasn't exactly like that. There was quite a bit of growling and snarling too, the sound of skin hitting skin hard enough to make her wince, and of course she couldn't forget about the squeaking. Kagura's bed didn't have a headboard. No, instead she had the squeakiest set of box springs in the known world.

 

She was passing the bathroom and glanced to the right, only slightly surprised to see a girl with her shirt shoved up over bare breasts and skirt around her waist with her ass resting on the edge of the sink while a guy with his pants around his ankles pounded into her. She stared for a moment, wondering if the old pedestal-style sink would survive the wild thrusting. The toothpaste, cup, and toothbrush holder were rattling like crazy and she forced herself to turn away when the toothbrushes fell into the sink just inches from a stranger's bare ass and another's stiff cock. She could just imagine the disgusting combination of bodily fluids that would find their way down the porcelain slope towards the fallen items. “Yeah,” she said slowly. “So getting a new toothbrush.”

 

As she passed Kikyo's room she furrowed her brows in confusion. There was definitely someone in there, but it didn't sound like Kikyo. Besides the banging of the headboard, the girl in the room was making an almost continual high pitched moaning sound. The two sounds combined into one, giving the impression that she made that earsplitting sound during every forward thrust, which pretty much guaranteed that the guy in the room with her wasn't a demon. If he was he would have shoved a pillow over her face or something by now. Kikyo didn't make that kind of sound, probably because she preferred demon dick to human. `Oh, that's just too much. I can tell it's not Kikyo being fucked in there because I know what she sounds like! What very important knowledge to have. And she just had to tell me that demons were so much bigger than humans, like I wanted to know,' she thought sarcastically as she continued towards her room.

 

Tsubaki's door was open just enough that Kagome could see into the bed. Her eyes widened at what she saw. She didn't even know you could fit that many dicks in one girl. She had one in her pussy and one in her ass, one in her mouth and one in each hand. There were two more guys that were passing the time until their turn by entertaining themselves with her breasts. The camera set up on a tripod at the foot of the bed only made the whole thing better. It was obvious by the look on her face that Tsubaki was stoned out of her mind. Her pupils were dilated and her movements were sluggish. Kagome found herself wondering if she had any idea what she was doing, let alone that it was being recorded.

 

As much as she wanted to just look away, it was like a train wreck: horrible to watch but unable to turn away from. She tilted her head a little to the side, trying to see the faces of any of the guys. Instead all she saw was six different pill bottles sitting on the table beside the bed. Some had the lids off, and two were tipped over, spilling their contents across the tabletop. There were a couple little baggies with more pills in an even greater variety, a larger bag that contained what was obviously marijuana, and an ashtray with still smoking cigarette butts and joints sitting in it. On the floor beside the bed were open bottles that Kagome could identify as vodka, whiskey, and tequila. There were also a few bottles of beer sitting around, some on their sides, spilling out onto the floor.

 

Kagome heaved a sigh. One of these day's Tsubaki was either going to get caught with her virtual pharmacy of illegal substances and end up in jail or overdose and end up in the hospital or the morgue, and there was no way to stop her. Not that anyone but Kagome had tried. Kikyo and Kagura got too much enjoyment out of their roomie's `party favors' to even think of the possible consequences.

 

Finally she reached her bedroom, her only place of solace in the crazy house. With a sigh of relief she opened the door, only to freeze at what she saw. The neatly made bed she'd left in the morning was gone. Now the blankets and pillows were everywhere and not one, not two, but three couples were taking advantage of her mattress in various positions and states of undress. One of the girls, the one that was lifting and lowering herself rather violently on her current choice of partner's cock while leaning over to tweak the nipples of another girl who was getting absolutely plowed with her legs over her male's shoulders, finally noticed Kagome in the doorway.

 

“Do you mind?” she said rudely, never slowing her motions. “This room's taken.”

 

The male that had been just laying back and enjoying being fucked rather than doing all the work lifted his head and shot Kagome a grin. “Now don't be hasty, Hiro. Maybe she'd be interested in joining us,” he said while slipping his fingers out of the third girl's cunt to motion for her to approach, fingers glistening with fluids. A groan of disappointment was heard from said girl and then she tried to say something, though it sounded odd since her mouth was otherwise occupied.

 

All Kagome could do was stare in shock for a moment before turning and slamming the door behind her. Inside the room, one of the other guys grunted before speaking. “Too bad. She looked like she'd have been a lot of fun.”

 

“Aren't I enough fun for you, Kichiro?” she asked, this time taking his dick out of her mouth before attempting to speak.

 

“You know what I always say, Michi. The more the merrier.” Both males made noises of agreement before all conversation ceased and their activities resumed in earnest, as if they'd never been interrupted.

 

Kagome made her way quickly down the stairs, stepping on the hair of girl that she'd climbed so carefully over on her ascent, causing the slut to screech for a moment before returning to her current task of seeing just how far she could get the cock presented to her down her throat. Kagome paused, turning to apologize mostly out of habit, but her words caught in her throat when she saw that the girl apparently wasn't too bothered by it. It took her a moment to notice that the girl was actually Kikyo. `Well, that explains why someone else is in her room,' she thought to herself. Glancing at the guy's face, which was contorted in pleasure, she took note that once again it was someone she'd never seen before. Deciding she couldn't take anymore surprises she turned around, continuing her descent and heading straight for the front door. She had to push and shove to make it through the very intoxicated group that was dancing, if you could call it that since it looked more like sex standing up but with clothes on, near the entrance. Finally she made it outside and practically flew down the walk and away from the house.

 

 

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Okay, so he lied… to himself… again. But he tried! He really tried! Too bad it wasn't enough since he now found himself looking at a Myspace page, the same one he'd visited almost every single night for months. He growled aloud as he caught sight of her `friends'. Of course, right there on the top row, grinning like he'd just won a fucking award was his half-brother. Sesshoumaru allowed himself to take some small amount of solace in the fact that Inuyasha wasn't the first photo. It didn't mean much, but it was all he had. No, the first photo was Bankotsu, then Miroku, then Inuyasha, and then Shippo. There was no picture of him, but then why would there be?

 

He scrolled up again, this time noticing that there was a new post on her blog. Clicking it, Sesshoumaru found himself enthralled with her thoughts, so openly shared with anyone who wished to see. It wasn't much, just a short complaint about another project being assigned in one of her classes, a retelling of the fight she'd barely stopped between Kouga and who she referred to as `my guys', which had taken place while they were enjoying lunch on campus, and a cute little paragraph where she whined about how `over-protective' `her guys' are and how she was certain she'd never get a date with the way they chased off any admirers. The last made him smile, really smile. So there was an upside to her friendship with the imbeciles. They kept away any and all undeserving males, and judging from her comments, they would find no male worthy of her.

 

Hitting the back arrow, Sesshoumaru found himself on her main page again before heading for his true destination, her photos. There were several albums to choose from but his favorite was the one titled `At the Beach'. He was convinced that Miroku had to have been the one holding the camera during that outing, as there were an enormous amount of pictures of her sexy little ass in her tiny bikini bottoms. Wanting to smack himself for actually being grateful for the pervert, he clicked the first photo in the album.

 

 

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Kagome was about a block and a half away from her house, which she was sure she never wanted to set foot in again, when several police cars passed her with lights flashing. “Serves `em right,” she said smugly. “I hope they search the place and find all the alcohol and drunk underage freshman.” Her smile darkened. “No, I hope they search the place and find all the drugs they've got stashed in their rooms. Take `em all to jail. That would just make my day.”

 

She hadn't decided where she was going, hadn't even begun to think about it. At the moment she just needed to blow off some steam. No matter what, she wasn't going back there tonight. She shuddered in disgust remembering not just her poor violated toothbrush but also the sheets, blankets, pillows, and mattress she would have to burn.

 

“Kami I hope that's never happened before,” she thought, her stomach churning in disgust at the thought that people may have fucked in her bed before and she didn't know. The idea of her body touching sheets that were surely covered in bodily fluids, of her face touching pillows that she had just witnessed being used in ways she'd never thought pillows were meant to be, made Kagome want to hurl. “So gonna burn it. Burn it all.”

 

She walked blindly, not thinking about what direction she was heading or what turns she took, and was surprised to see that her feet had led her back to the house she'd just left not an hour earlier. She glanced up, seeing lights on in a few windows, and decided to give it a shot. “Gotta sleep somewhere,” she mumbled to herself as she stepped up to the door and knocked, hoping and praying that someone was awake and preferably downstairs to let her in. She didn't really have anywhere else to go.

 

She waited a few minutes, just in case one of the guys was up in his room getting ready for bed or changing clothes. Working up the nerve she knocked again, louder this time. “Why oh why didn't I let them give me a key? Stupid, stupid, stupid! If I'd taken it I would be inside by now.” She stopped talking when she heard the faint sound of thumping signaling someone coming rapidly down the stairs. “Thank Kami,” she breathed out in relief as she heard the lock turn. She froze in place though when she heard the very angry sounding voice as the door opened before her.

 

 

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In seconds Sesshoumaru was looking at her smiling face, hair blowing in the wind. She was holding a sunhat to her head, preventing the wind from sweeping it away. On anyone else he would think it looked ridiculous, but on her it was perfect, endearing, and even adorable. `Oh how the mighty have fallen,' he thought to himself before clicking `next'. The next photo was taken at a greater distance, allowing his searching eyes to trace her every curve.

 

He was already so hard it hurt but he prolonged his torture a bit longer, clicking `next' once more. Now he saw her from the side. He loved this one. A cold breeze must have snuck up on her because her nipples were obviously hard and pushing against the thin fabric of her red bikini. He wanted to growl again as he remembered that Inuyasha had bought that bikini for her, saying he loved to see her in his color. Red had been his color long before Inuyasha had claimed it, but once the hanyou declared it his own and started wearing it constantly he had been forced to retire a great deal of his wardrobe in exchange for more blues and whites.

 

Shoving the knowledge of the bikini's origins aside he went to the next photo. He actually did growl as the image revealed Kagome being carried bridal style by Bankotsu towards the waves. He quickly moved on, skipping past a photo of Kagome on Inuyasha's back, her legs and arms wrapped firmly around his brother's body while she laughed, a few pictures that she must have taken as all four males were visible, and one rather cute one where she looked absolutely furious and was pointing at his brother who's ears were flattened to his skull in response to her anger. Finally he reached the ones he was looking for. There were several pictures of her playing in the waves, the salt water licking up her long legs while she twirled and danced, a smile always on her absolutely edible looking pink lips.

 

He knew he was going to no matter what he'd told himself, so he figured he might as well get on with it. Leaning back in his chair and lifting his ass from the seat a bit, Sesshoumaru opened the front of his jeans, shoving them and his silk boxers out of the way towards his knees before settling into a more comfortable position. His right hand held the mouse and his left wrapped firmly around his long and painful erection, making him hiss at the contact. He clicked `next' again and slowly began stroking himself while studying the sight of her naked back and barely covered ass as she lay on her stomach sunbathing, having unhooked her top to avoid tan lines. Her skin shimmered with a thin sheen of sweat and he found himself absolutely dying to have a taste. He clicked again, the next picture showing her rolled slightly on her side, smiling at the camera, at him, her hand holding the towel she lay on up over her otherwise bare breasts. His stroking became faster as he stared at the screen. This photo looked like she was staring right into his eyes and was almost his favorite. His favorite was next, and he always saved it for the end.

 

His eyes snapped away from the screen when he heard a knock on the front door. Deciding it didn't have anything to do with him since he had no one to visit him in the middle of the night, he returned his attention to her and his stroking hand. As he looked into her eyes once again he allowed himself to imagine it was her hand touching him, sliding up and down rhythmically over his heated flesh. He was close, and it was almost time. The small arrow on his screen hovered over the link to the next photo, his favorite out of all of them. Feeling his release approaching he started to click when he heard the knocking again, louder this time. Sesshoumaru let out a snarl as he shoved the mouse away and stood, yanking his pants up over his even more painful erection, zipping but not bothering with the top button. He threw his door open, not caring when he heard the sound of the doorknob firmly lodging itself in the wall behind the door, and took the steps three at a time.

 

“Someone had better be dead or dying or you will soon wish to be,” he growled, unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door. “Who has the nerve or the stupidity to knock on this Sesshoumaru's door at such an ho…” His threats caught in his throat as he saw who waited on the other side.

 

They stood staring at each other for a minute until her mind returned from it's short run while screaming `oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit', and allowed her to think once again. “I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru, I really am. I was hoping one of the guys would still be downstairs.” He stepped back away from the door and she looked at him in confusion until he motioned for her to come in. She entered obediently and began her apologies again. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to disturb yo…”

 

He cut her off by simply raising a hand. “They have all retired to their rooms for the night.”

 

“Oh! Well, that's alright. I'll just climb in with Bank. He won't mind,” she said while flashing him a bright smile, one that looked so similar to the one in the photo he'd just been masturbating to.

 

He felt his still hard cock twitch in his jeans, demanding his immediate attention. He glanced down for a second, just now realizing that he had to have a huge tent in his pants, before looking away, hoping he hadn't just drawn her attention to it. He apparently hadn't because she was still smiling. “Very well,” he said through clenched teeth, wanting to strangle the human that would have the privilege of sleeping at her side tonight, and watched as she scampered up the stairs. He let out a sigh before turning and closing the front door, once again securing the locks, before making his way slowly up the stairs to his empty room.

 

 

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When she'd reached to top of the stairs Kagome walked carefully, making sure not to let her shoes click on the hardwood floor of the hall. She made her way silently to Bankotsu's door, opening it slowly before slipping in and closing it behind her. She hung her purse over a knob on his dresser before slipping out of her jeans and laying them over the back of his desk chair. Reaching under her shirt, she unclipped her bra and managed to slip it off without removing her shirt, tossing it to sit on top of her jeans. By then her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could see her best friend's face. He looked so peaceful that she found herself staring for a minute before deciding it was too cold in his room to stand there in just her shirt and panties. Kagome very slowly lifted the edge of the blankets and slipped into the bed, hoping that the slight movement of the mattress didn't wake him.

 

Bankotsu had been sure he'd merely imagined the shift in the blankets and bed, but then he heard a small sigh. “Kags?” he asked lightly, sure that only she would sneak into his bed but worried as to why.

 

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn't mean to wake you up.”

 

He rolled to his side, just barely opening his eyes to look at her. “Is everything alright?”

 

She smiled. Of course he would wonder why she was here. She hadn't slept in his bed, at least not over night and unplanned, since she'd had a huge fight with her roommates almost two months ago when she'd come to him for comfort, unable to make herself stay in her house that night. “Mostly,” she said truthfully. “I'll need to burn my mattress and bedding tomorrow.”

 

“Why?” he yawned.

 

“It's kind of a long story. I'll tell you in the morning. Go back to sleep.”

 

“Mmmm… sounds good to me,” he mumbled before reaching out and pulling her small body against his larger one, her back pressing against his bare chest and his arms wrapped tightly around her.

 

`At least he has boxers on,' she thought as she relaxed in his hold, feeling completely secure and wonderfully warm. She could feel his soft even breath on her neck and she smiled slightly, knowing he was already asleep. It only took her a few moments to join him.

 

 

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Sesshoumaru walked back into his room, barely noticing that he had to give the door a good yank to dislodge the knob from the wall so he could close it behind him. Whoever he'd been expecting to be on the other side of the front door, it definitely hadn't been her. He sat at the end of his bed, resting his elbows on his thighs and his face in the palms of his hands. She was in the house right now, in the very next room. Now he was certain he wouldn't get any rest, no escape from the dreams of her. All he could see was her wrapped in the human's arms in his bed. `The fool does not deserve to hold her, to touch her, to have her love,' he thought with a sneer. `But then neither does this Sesshoumaru,' his minded added all on its own.

 

He glanced at his computer, finding that he must have actually clicked next when he'd risen so angrily, because on his screen was a picture he was sure Miroku had everything to do with. Most likely she'd been either getting up from the sandy ground or reaching for something and he'd called out to her, catching her attention. Kagome was on her hands and knees in the sand looking back over her shoulder with another bright smile, her eyes once again seeming to lock with his own. She looked amazing, like she was presenting herself to him for the taking. His instincts screamed at him every time he saw this photograph. He wanted nothing more than to mount her and ride her until she lost her voice from screaming his name.

 

He shoved his jeans down once more, the zipper opening on its own from the pressure, and grabbed his aching cock tightly, stroking fast and hard while staring at the picture on his screen, his focus shifting back and forth from her eyes to her barely covered ass and pussy. He allowed himself to imagine kneeling behind her, slowly peeling the thin red barrier from her body and finding her wet and waiting for his touch. He leaned down and kissed her shining folds before slipping his tongue out to taste her. She moaned sweetly for him as he positioned himself at her entrance and he thrust inside her welcoming heat, pulling a scream of pleasure from her lips. As he saw himself pumping into her hard and fast his hips joined the motion of his hand. His entire body tensed as the frustration and strain released along with him. When he could move again he wiped his hand on his jeans before kicking them off the rest of the way and pulling his shirt over his head before allowing himself to collapse backwards on his bed, breathing hard and enjoying the relaxed feeling that spread throughout his body, knowing it would not last long.

 

He had been right. The pressure, the heat, had returned within ten minutes and he spent the rest of the night lying on his side in his bed, staring at the wall that the object of his every dream and fantasy was sleeping on the other side of in another man's arms. Every time he drifted off he enjoyed the most wonderfully erotic dreams of her, but like always he woke right before his climax, increasing the frustration that seemed to be the only thing he could really feel anymore. He cursed himself for his lack of control, he cursed his beast for doing this to him, he cursed Bankotsu for being in her favor and the others as well, but he couldn't bring himself to curse her. No, never her.

 

It wasn't her fault his beast had chosen one he could never have, one who would never want him. It wasn't her fault he couldn't bring himself to keep a girlfriend because none of them were as beautiful and loving as she was. It wasn't her fault that his body refused to respond to the thought, sight, or even touch of any other female, which had caused more than its fair share of embarrassment before he finally figured it out. It wasn't her fault that she would forever be the only one he wanted, the only one he truly could never have. It wasn't her fault she was perfect…

 

 

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Author's Note: These character's names were chosen for a reason. I think it's pretty obvious.

 

Hiro - widespread

 

Kichiro - lucky son

 

Michi - pathway