InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Wack. ❯ Drink till your numb ( Chapter 2 )

They're sort of alcoholics….
SORT OF.

 

This will be a kag/sess romance

 

 

“So where is Inu Yasha again?... I love that man…” Miroku slurred while stumbling into the house. He tripped over something nonexistent, gripping onto Sesshomaru even more. “Sess- Sesshomaru. I love you too… and women… especially strippers. Did you like the strippers?” He grinned up at Sesshomaru looking red faced and very happy. Sess just stared, he didn't feel like humoring him. They were almost to Miroku's room. “Yeah, yeah... I know you liked them... No, don't argue with me, I know you did, I know you like… like this.” Miroku stopped gripping on to him, stood back, and then pushed the back of his hand in front of Sesshomarus's face. Miroku then stared at him some more and said, “That, is the back of my hand.” Sesshomaru slapped it away, causing the drunken Miroku to fall over. “How dare you! How dare you slap me! Don't you love me man?” Miroku squealed. He opened the door, then grabbed Miroku's hand, and helped him up into his room.

 

“You need to sleep.”

Miroku started to argue, saying something about the night being young, but Sesshomaru had slammed the door shut. Miroku was one of his good friends, but it was going to be a hassle having him live with him and Inu Yasha. `Where is Inu Yasha anyways?' Despite Inu Yasha and him not getting along too well, he was still his brother. Sess began to head downstairs, he needed a drink himself. He really hadn't the chance tonight due to him being the designated driver.

 

He went to the kitchen, and poured out some Bacardi into a shot glass. `Is the rent too much for Kagome?' He began to think about how Kagome was up there on stage. He didn't have the greatest view, but he could still catch the way her breasts looked, how she straddled the pool, her long legs entwined around it… `Fuck.'

Just thinking about it drove him mad. He didn't want to think of her that way; they had to stay in the same house after all. They had met through Miroku, telling him that she needed a place to stay. And Miroku being himself, his place wasn't an option. Inu Yasha and Kagome had begun getting into a relationship, always off and on. He didn't make it his business to find out why.

Before he had even taken his shot, he heard the door come open. He heard something drop, and a female voice say, “Damn it.”

 

Kagome picked up her purse. Tonight was not a good night. Yeah, the whole stripping thing gave her a thrill, but when she was done, one of the men proceeded to follow her to her car. She had just walked the club, when a man standing by the entrance asked her for a light. She declined even though she had one, not wanting any business to do with the man. She had continued on her way, when she heard the man's footsteps. He was following her. Kagome looked at the distance between her and her vehicle. If she ran, he would catch her. She decided to turn around and confront him, not knowing what good it would do, maybe stall him, and so someone would help her. “I don't appreciate you following me. I would like to clarify to you; I'm not a whore, I'm a stripper.”

He moved to clear the space between them, while Kagome backed up, trying to seem brave. He smirked, seeing her eyes telling a different story. She was terrified. “Do you think that matters to me? If you do not want me to pay for you, then I'll just have to take you for free.” He grabbed her arm, spinning her around and smashing her body against a car. The air was knocked out of her, and top of that, he was pressing his mouth against hers harshly. She tried to push him off, making his grip on her tighten. He slid he hand underneath her jacket, pulling up her shirt, and began to feel her up.

Her screams were muffled, she could barely breath due to the force he was putting on her. All of a sudden he fell to the ground, leaving her with a bleeding lip. She stared at him for a few seconds, then began to kick him calling him a bastard, cock-sucking shit head, and things even worse than that. It was not until many kicks later, did she notice her savior. She looked up at him, then back down at the unconscious bruised stalker, and blushed. “Yo, Kouga. Haha.”

Kouga's arms were crossed, he was looking at her sternly. He then burst out laughing. “He deserved it, the fucking rapist. Are you ok? When I saw you guys on the way out, I knew something was wrong. You wouldn't hook up randomly with a costumer.”
Kagome stepped over the man's body to hug Kouga. They had been good friends since they were little. The friendship had almost been ruined when he hit puberty; he had advanced on her several times. They had eventually both decided to be just friends. Here and there though, he would try to put the moves on her. Now, Kagome was nineteen, Kauga, twenty-one. They were practically grown up, working in a club together, he was a bartender and she… well, the entertainer. “I'm alright, thank you so much. You still up for dinner next week?” Kagome asked, like this sort of thing happened all the time. She was a stripper after all. Her thoughts went to the dinner. It would be just a friendly get-together, nothing more.
“Yeah of course, I wouldn't miss it. Do you want me to drive you home?” he asked, breathing in her scent, his face in her hair. He let go reluctantly, as she pulled away from the hug.

“No. I'll be fine, don't worry. Thanks for saving me tonight.” This time not caring, she stepped on the unconscious pervert on the blacktop and started towards her car. She turned around halfway there and yelled, “I'll call you for the details on where we are going. Later!”

Kouga watched her head towards her car, making sure she wasn't attacked again. He yelled a goodbye, then decided to take the perverted dumbasses' money. He would need it for the trip he had to make tonight, to see some of his old friends. They were a good 6 hours away. An idea popped up in Kouga's head, figuring if the guy woke up a good three, four hours away from home without any credit cards, cash, or cell phone, and the word pervert on his head in permanent marker, he would learn his lesson.

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Kagome, now home, decided she was in great need of a drink. She headed towards the kitchen, still in her stripper clothes. She didn't realize why the light was on until she was already in the room.

Sesshomaru was sitting on one of the stools beside their homemade bar, with a full shot glass in front of him. “Home so soon?” he smirked.

“I had a tough night, pour me some. Same thing you're having.” She said ignoring his question. What would he do if he knew she was a stripper??

He had realized she hadn't changed, only laying his eyes on her for a short moment, not trying to stare at her long legs. He poured the shot glass half way full, like his own. “Don't rip me off, Sess. I need more than that.” He chuckled at her comment, then handed her the drink.
“Cheers.” He said, then threw his shot down his throat, as Kagome did the same. She gripped his arm waiting for the burning to pass.

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