Ok so I got inspired to do another story while watching "You've got Mail" the other night. So hopefully you enjoy it and I still welcome all types of criticism. On a side note, I made brownies and they're delicious.

Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha or anything like that.

It was a late night by the time Inuyasha Tashio arrived at his front door. It was very long day at the office, the constant headache of clients with their petty squabbles, the mounds of paper work and not to mention Sesshomaru, his half brother and boss, breathing down his neck. Being a finical lawyer had it perks; the money was good, but at the same time it took up a lot of his time. Inuyasha wanted nothing more than spend a relaxing evening with Kikyo, his wife of five years.

Reaching in his pant pockets, he shuffled around for his keys. Finding them with success, he opened the front door. Walking into the foyer, Inuyasha dropped his brief case next to the table that was next to the door. Giving a heavy sigh, he walked into the kitchen adjacent from the foyer. Looking around for any signs of his loving wife, Inuyasha walked over to fridge pulling the door open looking for any leftovers from dinner earlier. Not finding anything to his appeal, he grabbed a beer instead. Walking out of the kitchen into the living room, Inuyasha still didn't find Kikyo. 'Hmmm must be upstairs or something' he thought to himself. Making in his way back to the foyer where the stairs were, Inuyasha went upstairs.

Inuyasha noticed some muffled noises coming from the bedroom. Inuyasha smirked to himself, 'Kikyo must be watching porn or something'. With the long hours he was working at the office, his love life was lacking and Kikyo was starting to get pissed off. Grinning, he opened the bedroom door, but his grin immediately disappeared with the scene that appeared before him. His loving wife, Kikyo, was riding a man, who wasn't Inuyasha for sure.

Moaning, Kikyo picked the pace up with the man beneath her. "Oh god, yes, oh god, fuck me harder Chuck!"

Inuyasha stared at what was happening in front of him. His first initial feeling was shock, than less a second later, he became furious. "What the fucking hell is this?"

Turning around Kikyo's eyes widened. Both her and Chuck scramble off of each other. Inuyasha was absolutely livid. The adrenaline pumping through his body, he lunged forward after Chuck.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKIN' CUNT!"

Chuck ran out of the room screaming like a little girl. Before Inuyasha could chase after him Kikyo yelled for his attention. "INUYASHA!" Turing towards her, he looked at his wife. She was finishing tying the belt on her floor length silky red robe. Kikyo was a beautiful woman with a thin frame, she wasn't too skinny but well toned. Her skin was smooth porcelain white with ebony hair that fell just above her waist, and chocolate brown eyes. It was those chocolate brown eyes that held a cold stare at her husband.

"What the fuck was that Kikyo?" Inuyasha seethed.

Cocking an eyebrow, "Exactly what it looked like Inuyasha."

Moving around the bed, Kikyo brushed past him heading into the master bathroom. Inuyasha watched her carefully. To be honest, he was at a loss for words. All the emotions of anger, hurt, and confusion swirled through him. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he let his fall into his hands. Replaying the scene through his head, Inuyasha still couldn't grasp what he witnessed. Kikyo walked out of the bath room and stood in front of him with her arms crossed. He knew she was standing there, but he didn't want to look at her. After a few moments, Kikyo cleared her throat.

"Why?" Inuyasha asked looking up at her with tears streaming down his face.

"I want a divorce," was all she replied back.

Inuyasha looked at her for a moment. All the sadness he felt evaporated away and was replaced anger. Standing up, Inuyasha grabbed her arm and jerked her towards him. "I want to know why Kikyo?"

Narrowing her eyes, "I don't love you anymore. In fact I don't think I really loved you ever."

Kikyo's words cut Inuyasha deeper than seeing her having sex with the man not even a few moments ago. Letting go of her arm, he pushed her away from him. He felt like a fool. The last five years were nothing, but a lie.

"You bitch," Inuyasha said quietly. "I gave you everything."

"I want you out of this house in ten minutes," Kikyo said turning her back to him.

"What? Me leave? It's my fucking house," Inuyasha screamed at her. "If anything you should be the one leaving!"

"Regardless of the fact, I want you out or I will call the police and tell them you're threatening me," she snapped back.

"Fine," Inuyasha replied. Getting the police involved wouldn't do him any good. If the cops go involved, there was a possibility that the media could catch wind of what was happening and that was the last thing he needed. Inuyasha gathered all his necessary belongings and managed to put everything in two black suitcases. Taking the bags downstairs, he dropped them next to the garage door. Kikyo followed him silently. Making his way into the kitchen, Inuyasha rummaged through one of the drawers. Finding what he needed, he pulled out a set of car keys. Looking at Kikyo, "I'll be damned if I let you have the Chevelle."

"Take your precious car, I have no use or care for it," she scoffed.

Inuyasha grabbed his bags and headed into the garage, with Kikyo trailing behind him. Turning on the lights, there stood Inuyasha's real pride and joy, his 1967 blood red Chevelle. It had a V8 engine with 505 horsepower and 715 torque. It was an original from the factory the year it was released. His father had originally owned it, but passed it off to Inuyasha when he got married. He gave a small smile, but it was quickly replaced with a frown when he saw Kikyo. Throwing his bags in the back seat, Inuyasha gave Kikyo one last look.

"You'll be hearing from my lawyer." With that he started the car, roaring the engine; he took off out of the garage, tires squealing and all. Watching him leave, Kikyo shut the garage door, and then walked into the foyer. Picking up the phone she dialed an unknown number.

"It's done. He left and told me his lawyer would be in touch," she smirked.

"Good, good," a deep voice on the other line chuckled evilly. "You better get some beauty sleep darling; it's going to be a big day tomorrow."

"Very well," Kikyo hung up the phone and headed upstairs to bed.