Chapter 2: Seventeen Years Later
Kagome was on her way home; desperately trying to take small enough steps so she could absorb as much information from the book her nose was buried in. 'if I don't get to chapter twenty by the time I get home, I'll never be able to pass that test tomorrow!' she thought, slightly panicked, 'why did I take all of last week off from school?! Right, to get overtime… Thank goodness Yuri let me borrow her notes for math…" she let out a heavy sigh. She had been so engrossed in her thoughts and studies that she didn't notice the small black Buick slowly following her. It pulled up right beside her and two men jumped out and grabbed her, forced a gag on her mouth. She let out a muffled scream and struggled as they forced her into the car. She hit the floor hard and felt the car speed away.
"Oww" she whispered, slowly sitting up and rubbing her head. In front of her sat a man in a purple and black suit, a woman with a long pink and black dress; her hair in a ponytail snuggled against his side.
"So you're Miss Kagome?" he asked, his eye brows rising and a small, lecherous smile forming on his lips, "Just as beautiful as I imagined." That earned him a smack on the head by the woman beside him.
"Miroku, she's not for you! She's for Master Takahashi" the woman said, rolling her eyes slightly. He let out a nervous laugh, "yes of course, my apologies Sango" he turned his attention back to Kagome, who had managed to pull herself up into the seat across from him.
"I demand to know what's going on!" Kagome yelled, "I refuse to be some birthday present for some old pervert"
In seconds she was looking straight down the barrel of a Glock 34 (my apologies if that's not a real gun… I don't shoot). A mischievous smile formed on Miroku's face, "well, we could always do it the hard way?" he said, "we could keep you locked in the basement and refuse to feed you or let you see the light of day until the debt is paid, I'm just trying to be nice really"
She swallowed slightly, 'he means it too' she thought, and leaned back against the seat. He smiled and put away the gun , "When your father died, your family acquired a large sum of debt, didn't you?" he asked, looking out the darkened window. She simply nodded, "Your father worked for us, for Takahashi industries, and during his work he collected a very large sum of debt with the very wrong set of people. Now that he's dead, the burden falls upon your family. It's so sad, what kind of man would want to leave that kind of legacy?"
She glared slightly, gripping the seat. She hated talking about him. That man had no right to be called her father. Against her mother's wishes, she was glad he was dead, but even in death he was still destroying their family.
"But anyhow, your family hasn't been making the payments" he continued, "so we thought if you became Inuyasha's little bitch" she flinched slightly, "then that would give them enough encouragement to get their act together" she gripped the seat harder, "plus. If you don't please him or they don't pay, we'll just kill you. Your choice really." She looked down at her feet, "I guess I'll just do what you want me to do" she mumbled, and Miroku beamed, "great, cause we're here" he opened the door, letting in the bright sunlight. As she was led out, her jaw dropped. She had never seen a house like this one.