InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Virulence ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two

“Chicks Dig DVR"

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. If I did, there'd be no Rumiko Takahashi. She owns him, sadly.

He knew this was a bad idea. From the moment the thought popped into his mind, he knew it. What a shitty day for him to grow a fucking conscience. He thought he'd destroyed that sentimental tumor a long time ago. He glanced at the young girl over the top of his paper, scowling. She looked so fucking scared that it annoyed him.

"I didn't poison it," he said gruffly causing the young girl to jump. He smirked, reveling in her prey-like reactions.

Kagome looked down at the omelet in front of her and swallowed. She wasn't sure if she could trust this man. Sure, he hadn't killed her when he had the chance, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't kill her at all. "I'm not really hungry," she lied. She was starving. She hadn't eaten since the day before, a normal one that seemed so long ago aleady. Her stomach growled, embarrassing her as InuYasha's raised brows disappeared behind his silver bangs.

The hanyou scoffed. Kagome looked up at him with a curious frown. "Did you say something Yasha?"

"Yea," he replied, throwing the paper down as he stood up, "I was just commenting on how fucking stupid this is."

Now Kagome was confused. "What is?"

Turning to look back at the girl as he stood in the doorway, Inuyasha smiled sardonically. "This stupid set up. If I wanted you dead I would have done it already. Now eat the damn eggs. I'm tired of hearing your stomach growl."

Kagome watched him go and swallowed in fear, her mouth slightly agape at his sudden reaction. She really didn't want to make him mad. He was sparing her life so far and for that she was grateful… but she was scared as shit. She had a feeling as to what kind of man he really was, and she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. Picking up her fork, Kagome stabbed the eggs with vicious determination, pretending they were Yasha's brains.

She just couldn't take it anymore.

Hearing the tap of Yasha's boots, Kagome feebly attempted to dispel her distressed expression, looking up at the man. He stood in the doorway, leaning against it with a coat slung over his shoulder.

"I'm going out," Yasha said, his eyes averted. "You will stay here. If you try to leave , I'll find you. I don't think you'd like that, now would you?" Turning, Yasha walked off, pulling his arms into the sleeves of his jacket.

Kagome heard the door slam behind him as he left. She looked back down to her eggs, willing her heart to stop pounding. She was in a screwed up situation and she had no clue how to get out of it. Forcing the entire omlet down her throat, Kagome chewed with tears in her eyes, gagging as the cold eggs slid down her throat.

She sat at the table with her now empty plate and a glass of tap water. She glanced at the paper Yasha had thrown down, but made no attempt to pick it up. She didn't think she could read right now, let alone focus on the paper's contents. She was too scared and, frankly, pissed off.

The night before, she'd shivered through the night, covered by an old blanket on Yasha's crappy couch. She'd had nightmares. She'd fought crying out in fear that she'd anger her mysterious captor and he would decide to kill her after all. She'd felt the cold press of a gun barrel against her temple, cocked and ready.

Kagome had an inkiling that perhaps her dream was her subconscious warning her of Yasha. She was still deeply suspicious of him. It wasn't like she hated youkai and hanyous; they'd been around forever, integrating with human society hundreds of years ago. Sure, there were still factions that fought against submitting to humans and their governments, like I .Corps, but Kagome didn't lump them all together. What creeped her out was the fact that, one: Yasha knew Koga; two: with little to no explanation, he'd dragged her back to his crappy apartment, telling her she'd die if she left. He sounded a lot like some kind of creepy pervert. Add that and the fact that she knew nothing about him, and Kagome knew she should be trying to escape but she was afraid he would make good on his threat.

Trying to distract herself from her morbid thoughts, Kagome decided to explore her temporary prison. Having lived in a real house at her family's shrine, finding herself cramped in an apartment made her feel odd. There was the small kitchen, clean except for the tell-tale presence of that nasty fridge. Kagome wrinkled her nose at the thought of it. Why was it that most single guys she knew had a disgusting fridge?

Wandering into the living room, Kagome took note of the couch set in the middle of room, dark blue with a long table before it, scattered with fruit roll up papers. There was a T.V guide sitting there as well, listing channels from American cable. Looking closer, Kagome scrutinized the titles that had been circled in pen. "Desperate Housewives...Top Chef Masters... Housewives of Atlanta?"

She didn't know what these shows were about, but somehow, the titles made her think they were for women. Hopefully, he wasn't interested in girls. Then she'd have nothing to worry about in terms of him being a perverted freak and him coming on to her, but then again... Shaking her head as she turned away, Kagome was shocked by how completely bigoted she'd sounded.

Walking down a hallway adjacent to the bathroom, Kagome approached a door. On it, there was a note:

'I knew you'd probably be a sneaky wench, so here are some tips:

Stay out of THIS room. MY room. In case you don't listen, I've set up a gun to go off when the door opens. Don't worry about me; I know how to disable it.

The living room is your space. You can sleep and hang there.

Expect to get booted when my shows are on.

Don't leave the house.

Don't eat anything in the fridge.

'At least he had priorities in life', Kagome thought, walking back down the hall towards the living room. There were more corners to explore, his bathroom and two very dingy looking closets near the front door and the back of the living room. His bathroom was surprisingly clean, the sink even shining a little. 'I guess everyone's willing to go that extra mile for a clean bathroom…'

Opening the closet door, Kagome shifted through the contents, piles of paper and the occasional dust bunny. As she stood up and began to close the door of the closet, she heard a hiss. Looking up, Kagome let out a piercing shriek as something white jumped from the top shelf onto her face…

^.^

"Alright," Rin Takahashi said as she sat at her desk. She was in the middle of typing up a report when, as usual, InuYasha stormed in requesting payment of some ridiculous amount. "Okay. How much did you say you're to get for this job?"

InuYasha glared at Rin, feeling his annoyance increase. "25,000."

Typing numbers into a calculator, Rin adjusted her glasses as she frowned at the numbers that appeared. "That's a lot of money for a broken T.V set…"

Sighing, InuYasha grimaced as he leaned his nose inches from the young woman's. "It wasn't a T.V set, girl," he growled, "It happened to be the actual guy and his-"

"InuYasha."

InuYasha turned in his seat, seeing his brother, Sesshomaru. The instant Rin saw the demon she sat up straight in her chair, her confused look gone. The creature before them commanded respect, and that awe was apparent on the girl's face. InuYasha, on the other hand, couldn't care less what his brother wanted.

"What the hell do you want?" InuYasha demanded, his claws digging into the leather chair.

Sesshomaru looked down at his brother from the doorway, his golden eyes hiding none of his disgust for the younger man. Though they shared the same father and the same facial features, they were nothing alike. The half-demon mongrel that was his brother was nothing like his well-groomed self, sporting a tangled mess of that silvery wave of hair while Sesshomaru had his pulled back in a flowing ponytail. Sesshomaru also bore long purple crests across his cheeks as a display of his great heritage, a crescent moon symbolizing his demon mother's great family. One other feature that had been discussed thoroughly amongst the people in I. Corps was the ears. Did Sesshomaru's cool features and beautiful face outweigh the rugged charm of InuYasha and his puppy ears? It seemed as though that debate could go on forever.

Indicating that InuYasha come with him, Sesshomaru turned and walked towards his office, which was across from that of Rin, his secretary and top accountant. What possessed him to hire her, he'd never know. All he knew was that Naraku hadn't cared, and Sesshomaru dealt with major monetary issues that had nothing to do with their other business. Not to mention having a human in the facility wasn't a bad idea. Then again, maybe he really just lived to show up Naraku.

Sitting back at his desk and crossing his legs, Sesshomaru raised his eyebrows as InuYasha threw his body into the couch next to the door. "You should come closer, InuYasha."

"Like hell," his brother snarled. "I don't want to have to be any closer to you than I have to. I can hear you just fine from here."

Damn child. Buttoning the front of his grey silk suit, Sesshomaru leaned forward, leaning his chin against his hands in a very villain-y fashion. "Do you know why I asked you to come in here?"

InuYasha rolled his eyes, glancing out the soundproof window to look at that Rin girl. "Because…you don't want me talking to your little chew toy."

"Very amusing, hanyou," Sesshomaru sighed, leaning back as he drummed his claws against the desk. "But not the reason. You know as well as I do that Rin isn't the one who calculates the pay for…your kind of job. You come to me or go to the Okami department for it. Simple."

Growling at the mention of the okami, InuYasha snorted defiantly. "Damn wolves. Fine then. Just give me the damn money and I'll be on my way."

"Not so fast, InuYasha. Your wolf partner told me you ran into a bit of a problem last night. A female?" Sesshomaru asked as he brushed invisible lint of his sleeve.

For a moment, InuYasha feared that Sesshomaru heard the skip of his heart. "Keh," he replied quickly. "Just a little human girl that walked in at the wrong time. Koga found her, but I took care of her. She would have gotten away had I left it up to him."

"Alright," Sesshomaru nodded, "as long as it was taken care of. Koga's asked the Kitsune department to do some research on her and her family. We'll have to make up some story as to how she could've disappeared the night of your job."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," InuYasha snapped, standing up to leave. "I'm leaving now. My shows are on in a few hours and I'm hungry."

Suppressing a smile, Sesshomaru nodded. "Alright. You can come collect your pay tomorrow from Rin. Don't use her to report in though."

Turning the knob, InuYasha grinned at his brother.

"Wouldn't want her to know little Sesshy's a bit dirty now would we?"

Whistling as he walked out and towards the elevator, InuYasha waved back, using that secret hand gesture his brother and him had grown accustomed to using. Had he turned around, he would've seen Sesshomaru's own middle finger waving back as well.

^.^

Turning the knob on the door as he walked in, InuYasha was greeted by Kagome, reclining on the couch with a white fur ball on her chest and the remote in her hand.

"Yash," Kagome gasped as she quickly sat up still holding the fur ball to her chest. "I wasn't expecting you back so soon."

"Obviously," he muttered. InuYasha's nose twitched as he sniffed at the ball on her chest. "What the hell is that thing?"

Kagome's eyes widened as she turned it to face him. InuYasha's eyes widened in turn as it uncurled, turning into what appeared to be a white cat. "Where the hell did you get that?" InuYasha demanded to know, stomping over to tower over Kagome in what he hoped was an imperious manner.

Kagome drew back the cat, looking at the hanyou with wide brown eyes. "From your closet," she replied, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, " I assumed it was yours."

"My closet…" InuYasha repeated, his face confused. How the hell did it get in his apartment? Without him smelling it for that matter?

Stomping into the kitchen, InuYasha pulled out a container from the fridge, lined with what looked like brown frosting. Turning back towards the front door, InuYasha held the container in the direction of the cat, who stared back at him with lazy brown eyes.

"Here pussy pussy," InuYasha grinned menacingly. "See the shit? Go," he laughed, tossing it out the door, "go get it!"

With a raised brow and still clutching the cat to her chest Kagome told him, "That only works on dogs you know."

For some reason, that insulted InuYasha. Slamming the door, he made his way towards Kagome, who clung harder to the cat as he approached her, invoking a hiss from the cat. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk back. I was just so happy to find a friend. Please leave Buyo alone," she rambled. "One thing of my own here is all I ask."

Stopping before her again, InuYasha crossed his arms across his chest. For about five minutes, he glared at the frightened girl. Kagome's frightened demeanor got through to him. Besides, she did have a point…

Shrugging, InuYasha moved Kagome's feet, sitting next to her on the couch. Kagome watched him warily waiting for him to pounce but he seemed to be absorbed in the commercials. 'Keh…'

"Wench, what are you watching?"

Her fear abated a little, Kagome turned to look at him with a hint of a smile. InuYasha's eyes shifted away, unsettled by the light in her brown eyes. "It's one of those shows you have circled on the guide. Top Chef…"

"Oh," he answered, leaning back and draping his arms against the back of the couch. "What's the challenge?"

Smiling, Kagome turned back towards the screen. "Foods inspired by memories…"

For the next two hours, InuYasha and Kagome sat there, watching the marathon. Occasionally, Kagome would comment on something, receiving a grunt or a 'keh' in reply. After the show ended, Kagome sat up, staring at the screen.

'You know," Kagome said slowly, "at my house, we had this cool thing called DVR. You can record your shows and pause them and everything…"

InuYasha narrowed his eyes at her. "You been talking to Koga or something?"

He instantly regretted it. In a flash, Kagome was standing up, the newly dubbed Buyo dropped to the ground. Her eyes were scared, her lip trembling. 'Oops' thought InuYasha, watching as she began walking towards the kitchen. He'd almost forgotten that the guy had tried to kill her.

"Hey wench", he called back, trying in vain to redeem himself, "I just meant that I don't like being bugged about it."

"I don't ever want to see that man again. He tried to…he was going to…" Kagome couldn't finish it. Every time she closed her eyes she could feel the barrel of the gun pressing against her temple.

InuYasha frowned, smelling her tears. 'Damn' he thought, grimacing as he stood up, 'I knew she'd crack eventually.'

Her back was to him, standing at the stove, looking down at the empty pan. "I was going to just order food," InuYasha ventured, watching her back stiffen. "I kinda feel like pizza…"

Three slices of pizza, milk, and an episode of Law and Order later, InuYasha was back on the couch, Kagome sniffling beside him, covered in a blanket with her legs drawn up under her.

"I just want to go home," she whispered, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the T.V set.

Sighing, InuYasha reached over, hesitantly patting her back. At first Kagome pulled away from him but then she drew closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. She was tired. Tired physically and mentally. 'O.K', InuYasha thought, his hand stopping, 'this isn't what I had in mind…'

For the rest of the night, she lay against him, her eyes wide open. Buyo purred on InuYasha's lap, rubbing against him to the hanyou's chagrin. "I'm sorry," Inuyasha whispered, thinking Kagome was asleep. Looking up at him, Kagome saw that he was staring straight at the T.V, revealing no indication that he had said anything.

'I guess', Kagome thought as she moved her head off his shoulder to rest against the back of the sofa, 'He's not so bad after all…'

A/N: another something for those of you at mediaminer.org