Disclaimer - I do not own Inuyasha or the song "Right Kind of Wrong" by Leanne Rhimes
Title - Worth It
Summary - He was forced to tutor a student. Though he never expected to tutor the brother of the girl of his interest.
Genre - Romance/Drama
Prologue
"Finally! It is a first that you made it, my friend," the young host exclaimed with a smile. He watched as his long time friend rolled his eyes.
"It is just a party," the other young man muttered.
The host shrugged. "And because it is a party you are happy to be here. You finally realized how fun my parties are."
"Must I remind you that this is not one of your childish parties, but a formal party where our parents are here with us." The young man looked over his shoulder and glared at his parents. Chatting away with business people and most likely trying to advertise him. "Pathetic."
"It's the life of the riches, my friend," the host sighed, "There is nothing we can do." He watched his own parents greet guests which happen to be presidents of corporations and heads of universities. "I am starting to realize why you are not glad to be here. My mood is starting to darken."
The young man sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "This is certainly a bore," he muttered. "I should have brought a date to entertain me at least."
"Did you not just dump a girl yesterday?" the host asked.
"I did." The young man answered casually. "And I dumped another one earlier, as well."
"Such a ladies' man, are you not?"
"Women are easy tools to satisfy my needs."
The host frowned. "That is not a very nice thing to say."
"I never said I was a nice person."
"How is it that you are my closest friend?"
The young man rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around the young host. "We complete each other, I guess."
"Excuse me?"
His ears perked when he heard a soft voice speak. His eyes made their way to the direction it came from. Then his chest tightened when his eyes set on the beauty before him.
Then he felt disappointed when he realized what she was wearing.
"Champaign, sir?" she spoke again.
"Thank you!" the host grabbed a glass.
The young man slowly let go of his friend. He took one of the glasses, but kept his eyes on the young lady before him. "Thank you."
The maid nodded and went off to her duty. The young man continue to stare at her.
"It seems that you found an interest in my maid," the host said, sipping on his champaign.
"That's ridiculous!"
"Then stop staring at her."
The young man turned to face his friend. "Do you have an interest towards her?"
The young host shook his head. "I do not, but I will not let you hurt that girl."
"She is only a maid," the young man snorted.
"She is my friend." The host's voice was serious. "You will play her."
The young man chuckled. "Listen to yourself. I am your friend. She is merely a servant."
"Please do not hurt her," the host pleaded with a sigh, "She is a good girl. That is all I will say."
The young man turned around and watched the beautiful maid walk into the kitchen.
'This will be interesting.'
x - x- x
She sighed as she closed her closer. She was thinking about her busy schedule.
"I hope I have time to do some homework during lunch time," she said to herself as she put her light sweater on.
"You know, people will think you're strange if you speak to yourself."
She turned around to find a boy before her. She furrowed her brows. "Do I know you?" she asked softly.
"I'm surprised you do not remember me. I'm hurt."
Taking a closer look, the memory was coming back. "You're one of young men at the party from last Saturday, are you not?"
The young man smiled. " I did not know you attend my school. Such a girl and I missed her."
The young lady sighed. "Is there something you want?"
"A date with a beautiful girl would make me happy," he replied. He eyed her form slowly.
She blinked a couple of times. "Well there are some at the other end of the hallway. If you hurry you might get your date." She pointed behind him.
He looked over his shoulder and snorted. Then he realized the girl before him was walking away with her books in her hands when he turned back. "You do know I mean you, right?" he called out.
She slowed her pace and looked over her shoulder. "I am sorry but I am not interested."
He raised a brow as she walked out of the school building.
'Did she just reject me?'
x-x-x
"Why do you keep persisting?" she asked as she closed her locker.
"Why do you keep refusing?" he shot back.
She leaned against her locker and sighed.
He watched as she untied her ponytail and let her silky, raven tresses loose. The scent of lavender hit his nose and his whole body warmed.
She kept her eyes on her flats. "Do you even know anything me?" she asked softly.
The young man eyed her. "I am trying to, but you refuse me."
She locked eyes with him. He felt his heart leap as he stared into her innocent, sad eyes.
"There are ways to get to know a person, you know?" she sounded angry as she eyed him. "I mean, did you ever wonder how I am attending a prestigious school?"
He was going to answered, but she cut him off.
"I am on a scholarship," she said. "And I live with my grandfather in a one room apartment. I sleep on the couch. So I work as a maid because it is the only job that pays me well enough to pay for bills and food. I work everyday after school and on the weekends. The only transportation I have is an old car which I believe will break down any minute." Her face started to turn red. "And I stay up late at night to do my homework and study. My scholarship could be taken away from me if I do not maintain a 3.8 GPA, and if I do I could continue on with a full scholarship to college. So as you can see I do not have time to go on a date."
The young man blinked in surprised. He did not expect an outburst from her.
"If you don't mind I have a meeting to attend to," she said in a calmer tone. "Please excuse."
He was left standing in the hallway, still in shock.
x-x-x
"Excuse me?" she was in disbelief.
He smiled. "You heard me."
"You want to join the music club?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"Why?"
He pouted. "Are disturbed by my presence?"
"I am curious to know the reason why you want to join the music club." She crossed her arms, eyeing him. "How did you know I am in the music club?"
"I did not know you were in the music club. This is a mere coincidence." That was a lie. He followed her to the music room and decided right there to join. "In addition, I enjoy music."
"You do know this is a club where you play music, right?"
He rolled his eyes. "You are aware I am not an idiot?"
"Could have fooled me." She walked over to an electric piano.
He frowned slightly. She could be a bit more nicer, right? He walked over to her. "Is this the instrument you play?"
She shook her head. "I also play the guitar." She turned to face him. "What do you play?"
He motioned for her to move over and he sat down. He turned on the piano and let his fingers take over.
"Piano," she said.
"The instrument that almost every rich person has to learn. I never paid much attention to any other instrument, but I do play the piano once in a while." He shrugged. "Nothing special."
"Why did you join?"
He looked at her.
"Why did you join?" she asked again.
He bit his lips. That's something he never does around a girl or anyone. He shrugged slightly. "You said that's there's ways to get to know a person, and you seem to be pretty busy so I thought why not join the music club and get to know you like that?"
Then he felt that he was in heaven when he saw her smile for the first time.
"Do you want to help me with some notes? I can't seem to find the right melody." She pulled out a folder from a guitar case nest to her.
He nodded. "Is that your guitar?"
She nodded. "My grandfather gave it to me. I still think he shouldn't have wasted money on me," she sighed. Then smiled lightly. "But I was happy."
He felt his own smile curve his lips.
x-x-x
The school year seemed to go by like a breeze. It was almost close to graduation.
"Do you know what college you are going to?" she asked.
"Shikon University," he answered. "You? I'm sure your scholarship will let you go anywhere."
She smiled. "I guess you're going to see me still even after we graduate."
He furrowed his brows. "You're attending Shikon?"
She nodded.
He couldn't help but smile. "Lucky me." He was happy. The more he spend time with her, the more he felt complete. He felt happy around her. And they become real close friends.
She bit her lips and looked down for a second before looking back at him. "Lucky you."
"Um . . . I've been meaning to ask you something," he said, looking down nervously.
"Yes?" she looked at him curiously.
He looked her in the eye. "Will you be my date for the senior prom?" He was surprised how scared he sounded.
"Yes."
Did he hear correctly?
"Y-yes?"
She nodded with a teasing smile. "Yes, I will go with you."
"That's great!"
x-x-x
He was walking through the hallway lazily. She wasn't at her locker so she probably went to work. He could go and bother her at his friend's house, but last time he did that she got into trouble. Now he goes to his fried's house and briefly waves at her. His friend realized his attraction to the maid and still warns him not to hurt her.
He passed by the music room and heard a familiar melody. He walked over to the door and slightly opened it. No one was there but her. She was sitting by the electric piano and had her guitar on her. She was humming again and playing a few chords. She pressed a button on the piano and music started to play.
He was going to surprise her, but froze when heard her sing.
"Know all about
About your reputation
And how it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm where you are"
He was dumbstruck. She was singing about him. When did she tell him she can sing?
"You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much"
His nerves were acting up.
"Loving you isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong"
He just smiled and his heart started to raise. He continued to listed.
"Might be a mistake
A mistake I'm making
But what you're giving I am happy to be taking
Cause no one's ever made me feel
The way I feel when I'm in your arms
They say you're something I should do without
They don't know what goes on
When the lights go out
There's no way to explain
All the pleasure is worth all the pain"
He noticed a smile on her lips as she sang.
"Loving you isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strongBut baby you're the right kind of wrong"
"Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong
I should try to run
But I just can't seem to
'Cause every time I run you're the one I run to
Can't do without, what you do to me
I don't care if I'm in too deep"
Then he panicked when he saw her turn and she stopped.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, turning off the piano. Her face was slightly red.
"I should ask you the same thing," he casually said. "Why didn't you tell me you sing?"
She glared at him. "I don't have to tell you everything about me," she snapped.
He sighed and walked towards her. He sat on the floor, looking up at her. "That's the you asked me to help you with when I first join the music club, right?"
She bit her lips. "Yes."
"Finish singing it," he said.
"What?"
"Finish it." He smiled. "You have a lovely voice."
She shook her head. "I can't when you're around. I feel weird."
"Stage fright?" he raised a brow.
"Perhaps."
"Or are you just afraid of singing in front of me?" he smirked.
She sighed. "That could be as well. Why even bother to hide the fact?"
"Why are you scared?" he pouted. "It's only me?"
She bit her lips and furrowed her brows. "Promise not to laugh?"
'She's cute when she does that,' he thought. "I wasn't laughing when I came in, was I?"
She sighed and turned the piano back on and let her fingers do their magic.
Know all about
"About your reputation
And how its' bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm where you are"
She was staring right at him. She shouldn't be the one nervous. It should be him.
"You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much"
He let out a deep breath he was holding when he heard her sing with such heart.
"Loving you isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong"
She turned off the piano and stared at him. "Was I bad?" she asked shyly.
"You were amazing," he breathed out. "The voice of an angel."
She waved her hand. "That's a bit exaggerated, don't you think?"
He shook his head. "Not one bit."
x-x-x
"I'm nervous," she said, holding his hand tight as she stared at the huge salon. It was their prom night.
"Relax," he soothed. "Just remember that you're the only beautiful girl here."
She looked at him. "I'm not beautiful."
"I think you are," he smiled. "I always did."
Later on that night, he asked her while slow dancing to the last song.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
Her eyes were wide open. "Really?" she breathed out.
He chuckled. "Yes, really." He held her closer to him. "I may have a bad reputation, but ..." He stared at her. "I really do like you."
"Yes." She smiled brightly at him. "Yes."
x-x-x
Three years of being with her has made him so happy. Regardless of what others say about their relationship, he only cares about being with her. And last night . . .
God, last night . . .
"I love her," he whispered.
"I can hear you," a soft voice was heard.
He looked down at the woman in his arms, nuzzling into his neck. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and buried his nose into her hair.
"Are you feeling fine?" he asked.
He felt her nod. "Just a little sore, but I think that is normal." She lifted her head to look at him. "I love you," she whispered.
He turned them so that she could he on her back and he on her side. He pressed his forehead against hers and sighed. "I think I love you more."
She entwined his long locks around her fingers and brought his lips to hers.
They let themselves express their passionate love all over again.
x-x-x
"Hello mother. Hello father." He walked into the dinning room with a huge smile. "How are you doing today?"
"Is there something the matter with you, boy?" the older man questioned.
"Yes, is there?" The old woman raised a brow.
He sat down and shook his head. "Nothing is wrong," he said with his lips curved. "Just a nice day out is all."
"Son," the old man rested his chin on his hands, "I hope your attitude has nothing to do with that maid."
He frowned slightly. "She has resigned her occupation as a maid after her grandfather passed away and when we graduated high school, father. You are aware she is a student at Shikon University, a prestigious school?"
"You are aware that she is not a woman of class?" his mother retorted.
He glared at his parents as the servants placed the dinner plates in front of them. "I do hope the two of you are not referring to what I believe you are," he said in a firm tone while his parents started to dine.
His father wiped the corner of his lips in a casual manner. "I do not think it is proper for a young man in your status to associate with someone below you," he simply said.
'Not this again,' he thought to himself. "Father, she is the most hard working woman I have come across. I believe both of you will like her if you will meet her."
"I have no desire to do so," his mother said, without looking up from her plate.
"Well I believe both of you will have to get used to the idea of me being with her because I am planning to make her my wife and the mother of my future children."
The mother's eyes bulged while the father remained calm.
"Do not-"
"Dear, please relax," the father cut her off. "I believe our son is fully determined to marry this young woman."
He eyed his father suspiciously. "Father?"
"Be with her," he said. "I do not care. I am not in any mood to have an argument during dinner."
He looked at both his parents and felt uncomfortable. "May I be excused?"
"Go," his father said, eyeing him as he left. "Make sure you come to my study later on at night?"
"What are you thinking?" the wife spat. "I will not allow a minx to become the wife of my son!"
"Calm yourself, woman," the older man spoke. "I did not expect for him to fall for such a woman."
"Then what are we to do!"
"I have a plan."
x-x-x
"You are late," she said. She has been waiting on him for fifteen minutes infront of a café.
"My apologize," he panted. "My father had some papers for me to sign. You know how it is. Business."
She nodded. "I understand."
"Shall we enter?" he pointed to the door.
"Yes, we shall." She walked in as he held the door for her.
"Table for two?" the waitress asked.
"Yes, please," he answered.
The waitress led the couple to a tale near a small stage. It was an ordinary café. They usually come here to hang out and this is where she come to sing her songs sometimes.
"So what will it be?" the waitress asked, taking out her pad. "The usual?"
"Ye-"
"I think I'll have a chicken sandwich," she cut her boyfriend off.
"I'll have the usual, thank you." He said. The waitress went off. "You told me you hate chicken."
She shrugged. "Had a sudden urge for something new."
After they ate and listened to some music, he thought it was time to tell her.
He grabbed onto her hand and entwined their fingers. She looked at him. "Something wrong?" she asked.
He sighed nervously. "I have been meaning to ask you something and I'm am not certain how to approach this situation properly."
She bit her lips. "What is it?" She already had an idea.
He stared at her with soft eyes. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" he asked in a shaky tone.
Her lungs stopped breathing.
He gulped. "I know it is rather sudden, but I have been thinking about this for sometime and I do not see my life going anywhere without you my side-"
Then she slapped him.
He blinked. 'Did she just-'
She hit him on the shoulder. And the other shoulder. She just kept hitting him and she started to cry.
He struggled to grab onto her hands as people were watching the couple with questioning gaze.
"Why would you ask me that?" she cried. "Why would you?"
"Calm down," he struggled, "What is the matter with you?"
She pulled her hands away from him. "I thought you were going to break-up with me," she sniffled. "And here you are proposing!" She glared at him. "What makes you think I want to marry you?"
He knelt before her and looked her straight in the eye. "Because you love me just as much as I love you. Now I ask again: Will you marry me?"
She stared at him with soft eyes. "We both know I will never be accepted in your world," she whispered.
He smiled lightly. "I only know how to live in a world with you with me. I am willing to give everything up for you," then he quickly added, "if you would have me." He pulled out a small velvet box from his coat pocket and revealed a diamond ring.
Delicate fingers cupped the cheek of the man she loves as she brought her face closer to his. "I love you, you know that well," she whispered.
"I do."
She brushed her lips against his. "Yes."
He pressed his lips firmly against her. His heart beat raised as always when he touches her. He heard hands clapping around him. Then he pulled away from her lips. She stared at him loving eyes as he placed the ring on her finger.
"Now would you explain to me something?" he sighed.
"Anything," she breathed out.
"Why did you have to hit me?" He smiled lightly. "Was that really necessary?"
She blinked a couple of times. "Perhaps it was mood swings?" She was uncertain.
"Perhaps it is that time of the month."
For that she hit him again.
x-x-x
"How is this possible!"
"Do not raise your voice at us, boy," his father said in a stern voice.
"I am not going to marry that woman!" he yelled. "I have a woman who I am in love with."
"Love?" his mother snorted. "It was fine having your fun with her, but that whore is not worthy of becoming one of us. You have duties to fulfill."
"I will not fulfill anything unless she is the woman I marry!"
"You will marry the daughter of my Vice-President and that is that," his father glared at him, "and you will finish the rest of your education in America."
"I will not!"
"You will!" His mother raised her voice.
"Then I will give up my family name!"
"You cannot," his father said.
"And why not?"
His father pulled out a manilla folder from one of his drawers. He pulled out a stack of paper. "Because in this document it is clear that you have agreed to marry the daughter of my Vice-President."
He glared at the document. "I did not agree to anything of such sort."
The older man flipped to the last page, showing him his signature. "Your handwriting, of course."
His eyes widen. "How?"
"Maybe you should have read everything before running to that slut of yours," the older woman spat.
"Y-you mean to tell me that I was tricked by my own parents!" He was getting angrier.
"A simple trick a parent would do to save the future of their child," the older man shrugged.
"And if I do not marry that woman of yours?"
"You will give me any right to do what I please with that whore of yours," his father smirked.
"What!"
His father shrugged. "I could make anything possible, boy. And once you marry a real lady of class and take over the family business, you will learn that as well."
He was shaking with fury. "How could my own parents do this to me?"
"Because you feel in love and that is something we would never do."
x-x-x
She opened the door. "Sir?" She was shocked to see her former boss yet current friend.
"I have told you not to address me so formal," the young man sighed.
"Old habits die hard," she smiled. "Please come in. Would you like anything to drink?"
Her fiancee's best friend walked into her small apartment and sat on a couch. "I am fine."
She locked the door and sat besides him. "Anything the matter." He had a bleak aura around him.
He looked at her with sorrowful eyes. "There is something I must tell you."
x-x-x
Two years later . . .
"Yes and thank you, sir," she hung up the phone. She let out a deep sigh. "I just need some sleep. Tomorrow I will go back home." She was on a business trip and staying in an exclusive hotel. She was stupid enough to rub her eyes as she walked straight into a man's chest.
"Oh! I am deeply sorry, mist-" Her eyes widen.
"It's you . . ." he breathed out.
"W-what are you doing here?" she asked, taking a few steps back.
His eyes roamed over her. 'Still beautiful.' He bit his lips. "I am on a business trip."
"Oh."
"And you?"
"The same."
They fell into a short silence before he spoke.
"Come."
She raised a brow. "Excuse me?"
"Come. Let us go to my room and have coffee or a drink." He started to move to one of the doors. "My room is right here."
She shook her head. "I do not think it is a good idea."
He felt disappointed. "I guess you're right."
She looked at him for a while. "I should go."
He nodded. "I understand."
She tried to move her body, but her heart had different plans.
"Perhaps a cup of coffee would do no harm?" she suddenly said.
He smiled lightly as he began to lead her to his room. She did not know how this happened, but she couldn't control it.
"The cups should be here," he took off his coat as he walked into the kitchen. He moved closer to one of the cabinets and opened it to reach for two cups. "Still like it black?" he asked.
"Yes," she responded as she entered the kitchen with her coat in her arms. She knew she shouldn't be here. But how can she help it?
"Please sit," he said as he prepared the cups. Then he grabbed a pot and filled it with water. He placed it on the stove.
"How was America?" she asked quietly.
He adjusted the fire on low. He walked over to the small table and sat down across from her. "It was . . . fine," he knew that was a lie. It was dreadful. That same night his parents dragged him to overseas and he did not have the chance to say good-bye to her. Then he was married to the woman of his parents' choice two weeks after. "How's work?"
She fidgeted with her fingers. "Tiresome," she admitted. "But I do enjoy working as a secretary."
He nodded in silence. And they fell into silence once again.
The water was already boiling and he stood up to pour it into the cups. He brought them over to the table.
"H-how have you been?" he hesitated. He didn't know if that was a question to even be asked but he needed to know.
If she could only say the truth.
"Good." She hesitated. Truthfully, she never stopped thinking about him. When his best friend came to break the news to her . . . if only words could describe the unbearable agony. She was even informed of what would happen if he didn't marry that other woman. "How is your wife?" She asked, avoiding his eyes.
He winced. "She's fine."
She nodded. "I-I heard you have a daughter now."
"Yes."
"She must be beautiful."
She turned her eyes to him when he did not answer. He stared at her with soft, sorrowful eyes. "Yes, she is. I deeply love her, too," he whispered.
She tried to fight the tears burning in the back of her eyes. She smiled lightly yet sadly. "A parent should always love their child no matter what," she said shakily.
He nodded, keeping his eyes on her. "If only we had our own child," he said sadly.
She let out a small sob. Tears were coming down her cheeks and she looked away. "I hate this," she whispered. "I hate this so much."
His eyes were letting silent tears fall down his cheeks. "I still think of you, you know?" he admitted. "And I'm really happy that I was able to see you again."
She wiped her eyes furiously. "This is not fair," she cried. "Why us?" She looked at him. "Why us!" She continued to sob as she looked around. "I shouldn't even be here." She stood up. "I should leave. We both know this is not right."
When she started to walk towards the door, he stopped her by grabbing onto her arm and spinning her around. Her eyes widen when he pressed his lips against hers firmly then lightly kissing her. He pulled away and she just stared at him with sorrowful eyes.
"This is the only thing I ever done right," he said breathlessly, wrapping his arms around her. "Loving you was the only thing I ever done right and I will continue to love you no matter what, do you understand that?" He entwined his fingers into her hair and placed soft kisses onto her neck. He whispered sweet nothings between kisses.
Her heart beat raised and she slowly brought her hands into his long locks. She missed him. She missed him so much. And she never stopped loving him.
That night they explored their bodies all over again until they both fell asleep in each others arms.
The next morning, he woke up with no one next to him but a good-bye letter.
He should have known better to invite her in.
x-x-x
Sixteen years later . . .
"What a shame," sadly said a nurse.
"It was too late to do anything," the doctor sighed. "She was already dead when they brought her in the hospital."
"She seems young, too."
The doctor nodded. "She was."
"Does she have any family we could contact?" the nurse asked. "A husband, perhaps?"
"She is not married," the doctor said, looking through the documents.
The nurse looked over the documents and sighed. "She has two children."
The doctor gave the nurse the documents. "Call them and be careful when you tell them their mother is dead."
x-x-x
I'm back! With a new story! I am sorry that it took me a while to post it but school was really hectic. I also took a summer class so I am sorry for not starting earlier. I missed writing for you guys. But now I can and I know that this is going to be another great story because I have been itching to write it down. So please enjoy.
I know it is a little confusing right now and it is not a one-shot. I also know that there are no names, however, as the story will go on everything will fall into place. So bare with me.
Please review!
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Crystal