Title: Counterfeit
Summary: Inuyasha messed up, big time. He fell in love with his best friend's fiancée! Not only is he wooing her behind his back, he's also convinced that she feels the same way he does. The thing is, the woman's not who she said she was. Then who is she? Will she give into Inuyasha's seduction? Or will her fiancée fight for what's rightfully his? But wait, if she's not who she presented herself to be, is she 'truly' his?
Rated: Mature (So please, read at your own discretion)
Disclaimer: Inu-Yasha and the many other characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
A/N: Okay, redid all the chapters again and there are a few changes to characters and plot. This time around, I tried to incorporate more of your ideas because it made the story more awesome that way! xD I'm done rewriting 9 of the chapters, so it will be quick uploads but I'm still tweaking some things. Thanks for your patience again everyone! Love ya'll!
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Chapter 1
Kagome's POV
I led my 90's white Beetle out of a small parking lot of the hospital before slowly coming to a stop at a nearby intersection.
I let out a soft, frustrated groan as I glared at the icy ground of the road. I can't believe I let Kikyou persuade me again, And for what? A boob job! I sighed, looked up the ceiling of my car and rolled my eyes. Sometimes I wish she wasn't my identical twin sister. My life would be so much easier!
I shook my head violently again, not believing what I was about to do tonight - maybe even this next few weeks! I began softly banging my head on the steering wheel, forgetting my location and ignoring the loud revving of the car behind me.
If it was any other day, I would have looked up and checked what was wrong but, like them, I'm not in the best of moods today either. Besides, I didn't do anything wrong, so I'm guessing some teenager's probably just trying to provoke another car to race.
I closed my eyes again, remembering her request. My sister's hopeless and it was clear that she prioritized him over me. Before a tear rolled down my eyes, a man knocked on my car window.
I quickly looked up, my glasses catching on my sleeves, tugged on my ears and dropped on the floor. Looking up at him in panic, I fumbled to put my window down. "May I help you?" I asked. As far as I could tell, he wasn't a police man. This would make sense since I haven't broken any rules yet!
"You have beautiful eyes," he murmured. Everything was blurry but I could still make up the amused smile he held on his lips.
My brows furrowed together. Was he even looking at me?
Even though I doubted the sincerity of his words, my cheeks still reddened, surprised and unused to his statement. Being the conservative sister, I was used to standing in the background and hearing compliments directed at Kikyou. I don't really care if they pay attention to me or not but, I have to admit, it felt good to be seen.
"T-thanks," I stuttered, clearing my throat.
He leaned his head close, looked down and sighed as I watched his mouth move down in apprehension. I waited for him to do something, anything and was rewarded by the slow movement of his head as he stared back at me. I couldn't read his expression because everything was blurry, but he seemed lost in thought. Like the relationship of a moth and a lamp or between a deer and a car's head lights, he looked mesmerized. Though, I didn't know why, there really is nothing to look at, at all - that is, if these types of men even notice my presence.
Seconds went by as I waited, but still got nothing! So I decided to ask him what was wrong.
He shook his head slightly and said, "You see that?" He pointed a finger at the street lights and my head followed, "That means it's time to go."
It took me a few seconds to respond, wondering why he was telling me all this.
After seeing his flashy car from my rear view mirror, smelled the expensive cologne on him and studied his attire, I understood.
"Are you calling me stupid?" I said, gritting my teeth, almost unable to keep my composure. The slight thought of someone thinking of me as some ignorant blockhead made me furious. Especially coming from a spoiled brat like him.
"I'm just trying to tell you to pay attention to the road. I didn't even say the word stupid. Stupid."
"Excuse me?" The nerve of this guy! He's the one being all sexist. Does he think I didn't know what a stop light is?
"Get the fuck off the road!" He demanded, placing both hands on my car. He leaned his face in so close that I could feel his harsh, hot breath on my already burning cheeks as I looked at him straight in the eyes. What right does he have to be yelling at me like this? He was the one who came here.
I tried to calm down, if I show my anger now, I'm basically telling him that he won. Instead, I look up at him and with the sweetest voice I could muster, I said, "What do you say?"
I was rewarded with a loud groan and if possible, the satisfaction of watching his face, neck and ears turn even redder.
"What the hell-" He murmured furiously.
"Say the magic words jerk," I said, gritting my teeth.
"Please and," he said suddenly. The satisfied smile on my face faded as I saw his face change from an angry frown to a peaceful expression. I cringed when his lips formed in an evil grin and screamed, "FUCK YOU!"
My face twisted in disgust as I placed the gear to drive with the intention of speeding out of there, but another asshole cut me off. He sped ahead of me, stuck his middle finger and told us to get off the road.
"Baby, stop making a scene," whined the woman inside his car, "you're embarrassing me!"
"Fuck! This is such a waste of time - you're a waste of time!" he screamed, kicking the side of my car before walking away, "Ugly piece of shit!"
I felt my heart clench. This man doesn't know me, but he definitely hit all my insecurities.
"Hey!" I screamed, finding my glasses and quickly putting them on before I charged after him. The woman inside his car just snickered, studying me up and down. The bimbo somehow found my over-sized t-shirt and jogging pants amusing. I glared at her.
"What?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning in his car. I just wanted to walk up to him and smack that grin off his face.
"If anything's garbage, it's your sports car! You know how much gas they eat up? My car may be ugly, but-"
"Oh, I see how it is, your car is ugly and therefore it's efficient. 'It's not the outside that matters, it's the inside-' blah blah blah- well, you and your car should just go to hell."
My cheeks blazed as I stomped back to my car, grabbed the first thing I got a hold of and threw it to his face, "Jerk!"
Before I do anything that would need the assistance of the police, I got inside my car and sped off. I felt a proud smile settle on my quivering lips as adrenaline pumped in my veins. I would have loved to stay longer and see that angry expression on his face. But if I stayed there, I don't think I would be able to keep my hands from grabbing a fistful of their hairs, yank as hard as I could and watch them whimper in fear. A glint formed in my eyes as if I've just given Snow White a poisoned apple and watched her eat it. I would have loved to watch them suffer.
I reached Kikyou's apartment and quickly headed to the bathroom to take a shower and let my mind cool off. I had no time brooding over insignificant bastards like him! I had more important things to worry about and that is to replace my sister.
I let the warm water envelope my body as I complained and reasoned to myself.
This wouldn't have happened if he wasn't so busy all the time, he knows how Kikyou's incapable of cancelling an already announced meeting. If he could just convince her to postpone it even for a week, the problem will easily be solved!
Honestly! This couple's just too desperate in pleasing each other! Isn't that bad in a relationship? In fact, I don't remember having been in a relationship where they required such sacrifice. We mostly functioned in compromises.
Now that I think about it, I've never had a fight with any of my ex-boyfriends.
I turned the shower head to the right, stopping the flow of water as I grabbed hold of my towel and wiped myself dry.
Shouldn't love be created this way? No one's giving up anything special to them and no one will be pressured to pose as their twin sisters! I thought it as if it will reach my sister's mind and snap her out of this absurd plan, especially since I wasn't very fond of the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with.
I wouldn't say that I didn't approve of Kikyou and his relationship, I just can't get myself to like the guy. I mean, who would want a condescending and bully for a brother-in-law? No one!
I took careful precautions in hiding my belongings, making sure that anything that was mine was out of sight.
I hurriedly placed contacts in my eyes, grabbed a tube of lipstick, which was a tad bit darker than my own skin and applied it on my lips. I carefully applied various shades and colors on my lids and a few minutes later I had managed to pull a flawless, smoky eyed look.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Came the loud cry of the phone.
I tried to target the area of the noise, fumbling on some cosmetic products as I located the item and clicked the answer button and said, "Hello," in the loveliest voice I could utter without feeling embarrassed. I carefully clamped the phone in between my shoulder and head while working on my stubborn hair.
I wasn't interested with the topic of the question, so I didn't really talk much, but once he started talking about his friends, my attention was one-hundred and ten percent his. Hearing stories about them will give me an idea of what I'm up against and will hopefully help me figure out what kind of act I should bring forth so they will like me.
From his stories, all I could conclude was that most of his friends sleep around. And when I say sleep around, I mean sex with no love. Not to mention, the lack of commitment. I didn't have to ask because he kept saying different names every time he said a different story. It was just funny memories to him but to me, it was nightmare! How am I going to face a smooth gentleman, blunt player and ruthless womanizer, who never think twice when dumping a woman, all at the same time?
My face wrinkled, terrified. What kind of friends does he have?!
Then again, he was a playboy himself. This shouldn't come off as a surprise to me.
I looked at the pictures on Kikyou's vanity. One frame contains the cheerful couple, one held the both of them kissing and another one showed a picture from a couple months ago in the beach where he held Kikyou bridal style.
I shivered imagining how close he will be with me tonight.
I remember him offering to do the same to me, probably trying to embarrass me. So I stuck my tongue out at him and received a chuckle to come out from everyone's lips.
My mom unfortunately captured my immature behavior. The picture should be sitting in one of Kikyou's albums. Maybe I should look around a bit and destroy evidence.
Clipping the last strand in place, I heard the engine of his car stop outside Kikyou's apartment.
"I'm outside," he said as he parked his car.
"OK," I answered, struggling with a fallen strand, "I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Sure, take all the time you need," he said and hanged up.
After finally taming my hair, I looked in the mirror and admired my creation. Not bad.
If I had an hour every day to do this, I would try to look decent every single day, but since I value my research more than my looks, I'm only always excited about getting back to my lab and just lose myself.
Taking my time, I headed to the closet and took out the dress Kikyou specifically told me to wear. I cringed. I hated this dress, it was beautiful, but showed way too much skin for my liking. If it wasn't for my sophisticated style, this dress could have been easily mistaken to be a hooker's. I placed the material to my body and was about to zip it up when I encountered a problem. I wasn't flexible enough to reach the zipper in the back.
I groaned and was about to give up and use that reason to wear a different dress when I heard a chuckle coming from behind me. I felt a hand rest on my waist, while the other hand slowly unclasped my bra, allowing a surprised gasp to escape my lips.
"Hey babe," he whispered, gently placing his muscular arms around me. He smoothly guided my hands up, embraced me and let go, confusing me. That is, until I saw my nude-colored, strapless bra in his hands and threw it behind him.
He hovered over me like a lion about to pounce on it prey. He placed his hands on my waist and molded it in his. He gently tilted my head on the side and began kissing my neck.
"H-hey," I stuttered, surprised by all these physical contact. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"I want you," he exclaimed in between kisses, his voice falling lower and more seductive.
"Why'd you take my bra off?" I asked, trying to squirm out of his hold. My cheeks were hot, trying not to act as embarrassed as I felt.
"You know I like it when you don't wear them," he said huskily, "especially on this dress."
He took one of his hands out from his hug and snaked it past my unzipped dress, running his hand through my skin. He moaned as he reached my breasts and I stiffened. Buddha, Allah, I know I don't pray often but please- A high-pitch squeak came out of my throat as I felt his tongue suck on my neck and his hands roaming my body.
He immediately loosened his hold and turned me around, an expression of shock plastered on his face. "What's wrong?" He asked, probably concerned why such a sound came out of me.
"U-uh-um, I just felt-" I quickly tried to think of an excuse before he could suspect anything. What did I feel? How should I feel? Weird? Embarrassed? Grossed out?
If we start making out now, the one hour I invested on this look would go to waste. Should I risk that? And more importantly, should I allow this man to take away my virginity? Hell no! "My makeup!" I practically yelled, pushing him off.
I tried to make eye contact, but immediately broke it and looked at the floor with my hands, fiddling with the bottom of my short dress. What will happen now? Will he abandon me? Call the wedding off? A small smile formed at the corners of my lips. Maybe this little switch wasn't such a bad idea after all. As soon as I thought it, I nudged the thought off immediately. I may hate him, but I loved my sister too much to sabotage this marriage and thus, her happiness.
"I'm sorry," I said in a quiet voice, still unable to look him in the eyes.
"Don't worry about it babe," he said, leaning down and kissing me softly on the cheeks. "I'll be waiting in the car," he said, zipping my dress as I nodded.
I watched him leave before I paced the room. "Get a hold of yourself Kagome!" I breathed deeply and closed my eyes, allowing my body to relax. A few minutes later, my eyes snapped open realizing that someone was waiting for me.
I hurriedly headed downstairs, clumsily wore my sister's heels and almost violently opened the coat closet, forgetting where I've placed her coat. I ran upstairs thinking I probably propped it near Kikyou's bed, but when I got up and took a quick scan of the room, I found nothing. Where could I have possibly left it?
It didn't take long before my eyes widened remembering where I've placed it; more like chucked it. I've thrown it at the man earlier.
What am I going to do? That was an original! I paced back and forth some more until I had no choice but to leave without any jacket. Kikyou would have done the same; she wouldn't be caught dead with a mismatched outfit.
I took the clutch, which Kikyou painstakingly put together, stepped out of her apartment and locked the door. "Kikyou, you owe me big time," I hissed, shivering from the cold.
As soon as I was in his view, his eyes roamed up and down my body. I swallowed hard, biting my lips as a thought regretfully crossed my mind.
I am not just the evil Queen in this little act of mine. Unfortunately, I was also Snow White.
By creating this facade, I was basically leading myself to my own demise.
End of Chapter 1
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