InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Found Me. ❯ Chapter Three. ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
You Found Me.
Chapter Three:
His entire body ached as he came to. `Something's off,' he thought. He was cold, incredibly cold, and it was pitch-black. He wanted to groan, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that he was surrounded only by dirt. Stinking, rotten dirt. Dammit all, how the fuck had he gotten himself into this mess? How did he always get himself into these damned messes?
He tried desperately to yell, to scream, to cry out her name - “KAGOME!”
Nothing could come out. Nothing could penetrate the thick, cold ground that had been piled around him.
As his lungs began to burn with the aching need for fresh air, he shoved his claws savagely through the dirt, shoving it out of his way. Slowly - agonizingly - he dug his way back to the surface. Once he realized that he wasn't buried alive any longer, he gulped in deep breath after deep breath before letting out a shrill, almost violent call:
“KAGOME! KA-GO-ME! Where are you, KAGOME?!”
He broke down, remembering the look on her face the last time he saw her. That smile… That wonderful smile…
He remembered dying.
He leaned over, his legs still trapped beneath the turned dirt, and he sobbed, terrified of what had happened after his demise.
“Kagome…” he whimpered.
“Inuyasha?”
His head shot up, tear-filled eyes expectant, hopeful…
Kaede stared down at him in complete and utter shock. “Ye still live?”
He blinked the tears away, relief flooding through him. “Yea, Baba, I am. Help me outta this grave, will ya? Living people don't belong in these fuckers…”
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The strobes were especially bright as they flashed around us. Eri was to my left, and we were coming right into the front doors of the club. Aimi was busy working the bar on the other side of the place, and we could see her twin, Airi, peeking out from behind the curtains, backstage. They were good girls, both with long, sleek, black hair and the prettiest grey eyes. That's why they both worked here; Airi got great tips in her G-string, and Aimi received amazing tips at the bar. They really were quite the pair - tall, lean, with a hint of muscle. They used to strip together, but Aimi got tired of shedding her clothes for the enjoyment of the male sex.
Eri and I still had no problem with it. The way we still saw it, all we had to do was squeeze our bare tits together and shake our asses to pay the rent.
We had started off several years ago with an act stripping together; it made us more comfortable when we first came in to do this “dishonorable” job.
By this point, obviously, we were used to it.
Eri took to the stage, and I made my way to the VIP room in the back. I heard whooping and scattered cheering, and I just knew that Eri was already swinging around that pole. She was a daredevil, always had been; while I still had my furious blush and nude hang-ups, she was always coming up with newer and scantier ideas.
I only did topless; I peeled off my shimmery top and jeans as soon as I was in the VIP room door, but I left on my hot pink panties. A young guy in sat in one of the far back corners; I made my way to him, my black stilettos clacking loudly against the clean, red tile floor. He was a usual, but I never could remember his name. He was foreign, that was all I knew - and he was rich. I smiled as I reached him. He always left huge tips.
He had dark hair and light-colored eyes; he was of average build, average height, and he wore above-average quality clothes. The man also had a very thick, very strange accent. His Japanese was flawless, though I could tell he was definitely not American. He'd been coming to this damnable place at least since I started; hell, Eri even remembered him coming in for kickass lap dances when she first got hired on.
My hips swayed as I came to stand right in front of the foreign lecher, wearing nothing but my stilettos and hot pink cheek-baring panties. I ran my hands along my taut, tight tummy and brought them up to cup my breasts. My thumbs felt rough against my hardened nipples - it was always chilly in here - but my hands felt so smooth. That was always surprising; I'd expected that the years Shippo and I had spent fighting youkai and ningen alike in the Sengoku Jidai would've demolished the skin on my palms.
His eyes lit up, but his expression remained passive, emotionless even. I smirked just a bit, slightly amused by his lack of reaction.
“So,” I started in my soft tone, raising my voice just high enough so that I could be heard over the loud hip-hop music that was blaring from the main part of the strip joint, “you're not from the islands, are you?”
He smiled finally, his light eyes flicking upward to meet mine for just a moment before returning to watch my nearly naked body twist and contort to the fast-paced music.
“You know that I'm not, Suzume-sama,” he replied very politely, using my stage name for privacy's sake. He leaned back in his chair and tucked his hands behind his. He was obviously getting comfortable, which made me wonder if he was more excited about the stripping part or the idea of having a conversation with a really hot, mostly nude onna dancing in front of him.
I smiled prettily at him, batting my eyes just a bit. I raised my hands above my head and shook my ass gently but enthusiastically. “You're very polite, sir,” I told him, spinning in a one-eighty.
He snickered quietly, watching me with a very intense look in his eyes. “The name's Channing, Suzume-sama. Channing Chase.”
When I had circled completely around, I found his arm extended, and I felt his fingertips graze my hip. I jumped away out of reflex, and my heels slid on the tile. My left hip collided first with the hard, cold, unforgiving floor as my entire body crashed downward in a heap. I cried out sharply and grabbed my side. I glanced up at Channing; he still sat in his comfy seat, his arm still held out to the empty space that I'd been standing in. I blinked, staring at him, and my cheeks burned their classic red as realization dawned: `He was trying to shake my hand, as with a proper foreign introduction,' I thought, feeling stupid immediately.
I shook my head, chuckling at the stunned expression on his face. I was still worried about Miroku's wandering hands it seemed, thus the extreme reaction.
Aimi came running into the small VIP room right then, her pretty eyes wide with worry. They widened even more when they caught sight of me lying on the hard floor and Channing looking as guilty as they come.
“What happened in here?” the bartender practically cried out, her voice shrill and tinged with anger. She shot Channing an angry, accusatory look. “Dr. Chase! You've been here plenty of times! You know our biggest rule: NEVER touch the girls!”
“B-But I didn't! I only meant to shake her hand! It - I-” The poor man was beside himself as Aimi came further into the room. He shot to his feet and helped her help me back up to my shaky feet. I kicked off the heels with as little malice as I could and stared down at them hatefully. I hissed as Channing kneeled down on one knee and started poking and prodding my poor, already bruising leg.
“It might be fractured,” he mumbled just loud enough for Aimi and me to hear. “Help her get dressed; I'm taking her to the hospital to make sure.”
“What the hell?” was Aimi's high-pitched response.
“Don't worry!” Channing shot back, getting back up to his feet and straightening himself. “I'm not going to try anything! I may be a pervert, but I try to be a good, honorable man.”
“Like hell you're taking her anywhere!”
“Aimi! Channing!” I interrupted, standing stiffly between them. “Chill out, you guys! I'll go to the damned hospital - I can take care of myself against one lousy perv.” I shot a meaningful look at Aimi. “And you're footing the bill, mister!” I told Channing, turning to give him the dreaded Look.
He nodded nervously. “Of course, of course!”
`Poor guy,' I thought as I hobbled alongside Aimi to reach the VIP room door and grab up my blue jeans and shiny, silver boatneck. She had to help me pull the clothing on - and she also had to help defend me from Channing's wandering hands. I sighed as the familiar feeling of fingertips grazing my skin and loud, echoing slapping sounds filled my senses once again, and I felt a strange sense of peace.
`Now, if only there were something here to remind me of Inuyasha…'
I sat still for a moment after all the rest of the noises and sensations were drowned out. Nothing came. Nothing happened.
Eri met us at the front door of the joint, fully dressed and overflowing with worry. She sucker punched Channing in the chest; he wheezed for quite some time during our adventure through the parking lot. After helping me into the backseat of his car, Channing held the passenger side front door open for Eri, and then he got into the driver's seat, starting the car and pulling out into the still-busy streets of Tokyo.