InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Virulence ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven

"Chicks Dig CEOs"

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, that yummy-ness is Takahashi-sensei's…jerk.

Looking out over the city of Tokyo through his floor-to-wall windows that spanned his meeting room at I. Corps, Naraku grunted in satisfaction. Yes, everything seemed to be working out well. In the last week, youkai living in the United States were permitted the right to legally marry, a bold move by Congress. Usually, it took the actions of other countries to convince the U.S to do anything, but it seems as though they'd realized the importance of accepting demons ever since China and Russia had allowed them to enlist in their militaries.

But Japan was still a ways behind. Demons suffered in a somewhat ignorant society. There were no laws saying they could not go to human schools and work with them, but it was specifically noted that they not allow others to know they were youkai.

It was this silence that burned at Naraku the most. Humans wanted them to fight for them, to do their dirty work, but refused to give them rights equal to those of mortals. It was jealously, simple jealously, that dictated their decisions. Jealousy and fear.

Youkai had been around as long as humans, perhaps longer. It was no shock that they had always been more powerful, more beautiful, and more perfect in every way. While humans committed crimes for every foolish reason they could think of: love, fear, hatred, greed, demons were above that. Yes, there were the lesser ones who let their emotions get the better of them, but the majority was more intelligent. In fact, there had been a murder, rape, or unorganized act of terrorism by demons since World War II. That had been Naraku decided to make I. Corps a corporation, bringing it to the attention of mortals. No longer would he fight as a guerilla. He would fight the humans head on, with all the fake niceties of a corporate man and politician.

"Naraku-sama."

Turning, Naraku saw Kikyou, his secretary. She was wearing a pale lavender suit, almost blue in the city lights below. Her long legs were covered in the film of her dark blue leggings, something Naraku fully appreciated.

"Kikyou," he said, turning back to the windows, "what can I do for you?"

He heard her move a step closer, her five inch heels touching lightly on the carpet. "Naraku-sama, I was hoping...there's no one else in the building..."

An inexplicable thrill ran down the hanyou's spine. "Yes," he answered coolly, hiding the apprehension in his voice. "And?"

"I was hoping...do you think you could take me home? It's so late there are no taxis. I just finished taking a very important call from Germany and the time got away from me..."

"Dedicated as always, Kikyou," Naraku drawled, turning to look at the woman. "It seems to me as though you don't have a life outside this office. I was thinking of staying here for a bit longer. Do you think you could find something to organize for another thirty minutes?"

He heard her sharp intake of breath. Anger. She left, her footfalls much more pronounced as she walked out. Yes, that human emotion that seemed to dictate so many of their actions. He couldn't help but savor her smug behavior, how she refused to be human. He must work harder. Somehow, the idea of seeing Miss Kikyou in despair roused in him feelings of lust that he could barely suppress. Perhaps he was more human that he'd initially thought...

^.^

She pressed against him, her body burning against his. The tantalizing scent of her sweat wrapping around him just as her legs did so about his waist. InuYasha groaned, his grip around her waist bruisingly tight. He heard her whimper, a sound that alerted him to his hold on her. Like an apology, InuYasha dropped his lips to her neck, growling as her hair tickled his nose. He nipped at her, his excitement growing as she gasped, her nails digging into her shoulder.

She went limp in his arms, defeated. He felt her lift a finger to touch his cheek. "Mmm," he heard her sigh.

He wanted to see her. Opening his eyes, InuYasha cupped her cheek as her face came into view.

There, now splayed beneath him, lay Kagome. Her short dark hair was drenched with sweat, strands sticking to her face and plastered against the mattress against his mattress, her pale skin shimmering as the light of a street lamp outside slipped though his shades. She looked utterly enticing, and for a moment, InuYasha reached for her.

Then, he realized what was going on. Kagome...it was KAGOME.

Stifling a yelp, InuYasha jumped off his bed, planting himself against the bedroom door. His ears perked as Kagome sighed, turning on her side as she placed her small fists against her cheek.

InuYasha choked, his eyes widening in amazement. She had been asleep the whole time? Was the whole thing a dream? No, there was no way he had just been dreaming.

Looking down at himself, InuYasha slapped a hand against his face, cursing. His pants were still on, though low on his waist as though they had been pulled at. His shirt was gone, his chest covered in sweat. Looking out from between his fingers, InuYasha noted that Kagome was also in a state of undress, her pajama pants from earlier gone, his undershirt sticking to her sweat-covered body.

'What the hell happened', InuYasha wondered shaking his head as he turned around, his hand on the doorknob as he thought. He'd walked out this door earlier that morning...

Then, he remembered. He'd left for the day what must've been hours ago, intent on finally figuring out what to do with Kagome. He'd gone to see Miroku, a guy he liked to consider someone worth drinking with. They'd gone to a ramen shop, drinking cup after cup of sake. Though he liked to consider himself capable of holding his liquor, by the end of the night he and Miroku had ended up in a karaoke room, singing that song from Titanic by Christina Aguilera or Celine Deon or whatever.

When he'd gotten home, his blood felt as though he was burning. Sake was heavy stuff, something Miroku had wanted to try. He'd been burning as though he'd been running around a desert for hours, the consequences of a sake filled evening.

He'd ignored Kagome and her smart-ass comments on his appearance, had headed straight for his room and shut the door, peeling of his shirt and falling into bed. He remembered hearing Kagome come in, remembered telling her to get the fuck out. She'd said, in a semblance of a whimper, that she'd had a nightmare, and could he move over. He had, not really caring. It seemed as though things had just happened from that point on.

"Shit," he muttered, banging his head against the door. He still felt...aroused, much to his dismay.

Walking out of the room, InuYasha stood in the hallway, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cellphone. 2:47 a.m.

Shaking his head as he turned towards the living room and into the bathroom, InuYasha thought of Kagome, frowning as he splashed his face with cold water from the sink.

He was starting to give a crap about her, he realized. He didn't love her, that was for sure, but he felt as though she was a little pup, wide-eyed and naive.

Dangerous. InuYasha knew the consequences of loving someone, and they were never good. His mother had loved his father, and what had happened? His dad had been killed by a bunch of fanatical humans, leaving his pregnant woman behind with her hateful family and Sesshomaru. Loving people only hurt you, and it would hurt him too. Naraku already had a hold on him, knowing InuYasha's human night. If he found out that InuYasha cared for anyone, especially someone who wasn't supposed to be alive in the first place, he would use it against him. He would threaten to kill Kagome, forcing InuYasha to take more and more dangerous jobs, which would eventually kill him. Then, Kagome would die, a victim of I. Corps and his foolish mercy.

'No,' InuYasha thought, 'that's it. I can't do this anymore.'

Walking out of the kitchen, InuYasha moved over to the couch, throwing himself down on it. Hearing a purr, the hanyou smiled grimly as Buyo padded across the floor, jumping on his chest. 'At least there's no danger of me falling in love with you.'

The purrs soothed him, and InuYasha placed his hand on the cat, fingers moving through its soft fur.

'I have to do something with her tomorrow...'

Images came to him; Kagome being shot, strangled, cut. There were images of her standing at a port, in an airport, a suitcase beside her as she looked back at him. Her face was grim; her eyes empty of any feeling.

'What's best for her...what is it...'

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