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.


Chapter 2

Kagome's POV

I quickly, but carefully walked to the black Porsche and sat on the passenger's seat as goosebumps covered my arms and struggled to put my seat belt on. I was still a little shaken by the thoughts his stares suggested. He'll surely touch me any chance he gets!

I looked up at him while I debated whether I'd confess to him or not; maybe ask him to play along. But thinking about it a bit more, I quickly scratched the idea. That would defeat the whole purpose of this switch. He would most likely worry and demand her whereabouts too. What kind of surprise would that be if I told him?

I sighed. There really is no way out of this.

But if I tell him Kikyou forced me to pose as her, he'll lose his trust and I get what I want. To be myself and no wedding. Again, thoughts that were as equally as repulsive as an act of treason swirled inside my head. Good thing the angel on my shoulder was always there to put me in a guilt trip.

I admit, even though I have always prioritized my sister's happiness, I would love nothing more than to stop their wedding. It would save my sister years of suffering.

I knew better though. Kikyou will never leave this man. I tried. The sheer determination in her eyes was enough to put guilt in my mind even though I knew I didn't do anything wrong but think that she can do better.

Seriously! After all the jerks she's gone out with, she chose to spend the rest with her life with another playboy!

She deserves a man who will treasure her. And this man was not him.

A bitter smile escaped my lips, remembering something from my past. Once a player, always a player.

I gasped as something brushed my mouth. I realized a second later that he had just given my surprised lips a kiss. "Naraku!"

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, the close proximity of his face warming my mine, my cheeks reddening in response. Whether from embarrassment or the cold, I didn't know.

I can't believe he just kissed me! I quickly looked out the window and thought of Kikyou.

I felt guilt and anger; guilt for kissing him and anger for allowing him to kiss me so easily. I should be on guard more, I knew that Naraku liked to joke around but his idea of a laugh was not like this, is it? I didn't turn my head to him and just looked ahead, watching him in the corner of my eyes.

It felt as if we sat there for hours, but knew it was only for seconds. I could tell he was staring at me by the way his body faced mine, but I didn't look back. Why is he doing this to me? Didn't he find me clumsy and basically an idiot? Then why would he kiss me?

I looked at him this time, my eyes locked on his as he held my gaze. As I was about to turn my head and continue ignoring him, he licked his lips.

If it was any other day I would have awkwardly looked away, but considering his cheating ways, this gesture made me angry. Does he even want to marry my sister or is she another conquest?

I felt my shoulders stiffen as my face became even hotter and my fingers balled up in a fist. What the hell does he think he's doing? This is exactly the attitude I was talking about! I can't believe he was actually hitting on his future sister-in-law!

I felt my chest tighten, imagining the sadness in her eyes once she finally realized that he was back to his old ways and no one, not even his fiancee could change him. He was still the same lying, unreliable, heartless man.

Before I could bring up a hand and punch him, his voice rang through my daze.

"Kikyou?"

My eyes went wide, the red fog dissipating around me.

"Babe, what's wrong?" He seemed panicked now, probably concerned for my health.

Shit! I was Kikyou!

I repeated her name over and over in my head until it was imprinted in my brain. It's only been what? Half an hour and I already forgot why I was hanging out with a man I couldn't stand!

Although I knew Kikyou inside and out, I guess it doesn't automatically mean that I can act like her.

I remember when Kikyou and I were little and decided to switch classes. She went in my gym class and I in her calculus class. We both had tests that day and wanted to do well; and since our respective classmates and teachers already knew our weak class, a huge change in our performance would blow our cover easily, so we agreed to at least get 70's in the class.

But of course, we got caught.

If you should know one thing about me, I was a nerd. I loved tests and enjoyed doing my homework. So when I received the exam paper, I was overjoyed and completely forgot about our arrangement. It wasn't pretty after that and to make sure the same thing didn't happen again, my parents decided to cut our hairs different lengths until we moved out.

I remember crying my eyes out that night, hating my short hair. Kikyou was supposed to get the bob; but because she threw a fit, my parents turned on little-ol-me, who barely held her tears in.

I loved my long hair as I know Kikyou did with hers too, but she fought harder for what she wanted more than I did, so she naturally gets what she wants.

My thought were cut off once again as I saw his hand move its way to my inner thighs.

What the hell? Kikyou told me he wasn't going to do anything! Her reason going along the lines of wanting to be 'pure' the next few weeks before the bachelorette/bachelor party or else the wedding will 'magically' go wrong. I'm not superstitious or anything like that but who in their right mind would believe that? It's obviously a big, fat lie!

Luckily for Kikyou, her fiancee did. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked and to my relief, grabbed hold of my hand and kissed the tips of my fingers.

I cringed feeling his warm lips move up to my palm.

Ew, ew, ew! Please God, Krishna, Zeus, and all gods in Heaven, if you do exist, place all your powers on this man and make him stop!

"Kikyou, what's wrong? You look as if you've seen Polyester," he joked, addressing my disgusted expression.

"Um, I-" I drawled on the word hoping to come up with something. He can't know that I loathe him, I'm supposed to be head-over-heels for him!

I saw his eyebrows high above his forehead now curious of my response.

I dug through my list of excuses and came up with something I watched on TV a couple of days ago.

"I mean, look at your tie! Black and white stripes? Really? You knew I was going to wear this dress and you chose to wear that?" I tried to sound as girly as Kikyou but I bet I sounded more uncertain than not.

He looked surprised at first but ended up chuckling and suggested we go to his house and change.

I nodded as he drove out of Kikyou's parking lot and sped to his apartment. After choosing the appropriate tie we headed to the restaurant his friend owned, Kirara's.

Seconds went by slower as I felt my heart race. The station is on Kikyou's favourite radio station and I found myself holding my breath every time a song ended, fearing that Kikyou's favourite song will play next. I was afraid that I will have to sing just as she would have. I was afraid of sounding like boy scouts on their way to camp; loud and out of tune.

I jumped on my seat a little, surprised by the sudden outburst coming from Naraku's phone.

I saw him look at me, then to my hands as if asking for my permission to answer it. Or was it to let go? I answered both questions by nodding my head, loosening my hold and slowly retreated his hand away from mine. While still looking at the road, he smoothly took the object from his pocket and cleared his throat before answering with a 'hello'.

Where the hell are you? You're over half an hour late! The person on the other line shouted.

"Inuyasha, calm down, we're almost there."

I could faintly hear 'Inuyasha's' words.

I winced. It was all my fault. If I hadn't over reacted and told Naraku to go change his tie, I wouldn't have delayed the whole thing!

I could feel one of my panics coming back again, guilt began crawling inside my tummy and up my throat.

I don't feel good. I felt like throwing up, but knew that nothing would leave my mouth. This is due to the fact that I haven't eaten more than a piece of bagel that morning.

I snapped out of my trance as I heard a loud guffaw coming from Naraku.

I could barely hear him now, he probably calmed down.

Still, I heard him say 'long,' 'waited,' 'fuck' and 'you.' I bit my lip hearing Inuyasha hiss and curse.

"Who told you to come early anyway?" Naraku laughed.

I also couldn't keep myself from laughing along. They were joking! Thank god! I wouldn't know what to do if this little incident was blown out of proportion. I wouldn't want them thinking bad about me before they even met me.

The conversation went on with more cursing and teasing as my lips curled up in a smile. I was entertained.

Finally, after more arguing, he said bye and hung up. I was a little disappointed that my little show was over and was replaced by silence. A comfortable silence this time.

"Did something happen at work?" He asked, breaking my meditation.

"No, just the usual. Why do you ask?" I asked, sitting up straight.

"Well, you only smiled just now and you haven't said anything the whole ride through."

I shook my head, "Just nervous I guess. I've been trying to concoct a plan."

"A plan? For what?"

I looked at the road ahead, held my breath and seeing the familiar building, with its purple and white curtains, I knew that we've arrived. My heart began pounding inside my chest and my breathing became shallow as I felt his car slow down to a stop. Trying to compose myself once again, I sucked as much air as I could before finally exhaling.

I was so nervous, I felt my legs tingling.

"How to impress your childhood friends," I murmured.

I saw the excitement projected in his eyes, and as much as I hated to admit it, making them mesmerizing as his lips relaxed in a sexy grin. His eyes still focused on the road as his hands got a hold of mine and kissed it again.

"Why?" He asked, pulling up the parking lot and parked the car.

He turned to face me and leaned in dangerously near. I could feel his warm breath as he held my hand and gave it a supporting squeeze.

"You don't have to impress them," he mumbled, hovering over my lips, "you're perfect the way you are."

As soon as the words left his mouth, his lips took advantage of my opened once and gently closed the distance between us. His tongue tackled mine and urged them to join along, but just as I was about to comply, he pulled away and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Got it?" He smirked, taking in my flabbergasted expression.

I nod, my cheeks reddening, unable to form any sentence.

"Take a deep breath," he instructed.

I did as I was told and sucked in as much air as I could and exhaled loudly. He chuckled, flashing a grin my way.

He swiftly stepped out of his Porsche and walked to the other side of the car to open the door for me.

I waited for him before I also got out of the car.

"Don't worry Kikyou. As long as you're yourself, everything will be fine."

I swallowed hard, taking his hand and tangling it with mine.

He's right. I definitely would be fine if I was Kikyou.


End of Chapter 2


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