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"Cold hard bitch. Just a kiss on the lips. And I was on my knees."
-"Cold Hard Bitch" by Jet
Chapter IV: Cold, Hard Bitch
". . . if I remained in this place too long. I would take on too much hurt, too many invisible bruises, as I dreamt besides these sad men in a lost world, dreaming of Carl and Mark and Michael." The character, Liz, from The Floating World, a novel by Cynthia Gralla once said that. Of course, it wouldn't make sense to a person who hasn't read it, but the quote related to my situation. I slept paralyzed in someone's bed. My surroundings were dark, however that could be due to the fact that I was closing my eyes. I was in a dangerous place with a dangerous man, and if I remained in that place too long, I would take on pain, the invisible wounds on my skin. Yet, I still dreamt of Inuyasha and Inuyasha and Inuyasha.
At last, sleep left me. I woke up on soft blankets and swan-feather pillows in cotton pillowcases. The room that I was in was barren with very few furniture and a quaint fireplace. There were no lights besides the blazing fire in the fireplace, and the window opposite of me showed a heavy rainforest-esque rainfall with wet leaves plastered to the windowsill. There was no one in this room besides me, and I crept out of the bed to roam around. On a mahogany table close to the bed was a pile of disorganized papers, begging to be touched. My hand traced invisible circles on the table as I inched closer to the papers.
Then a sharp pain in the pit of my abdomen startled me. I was bleeding. I was on my period, and it felt like shit. I groaned and sat at the chair beside me. There were the papers again, calling to me, and I, in my own weaknesses and faults, fell to the temptation. The papers read the date of this year. Curious, I continued.
December 12. 2004
I'm tending to a woman that I should avoid like a curse. She's helpless and vulnerable; hardly fit enough to care for herself. She's Kouga's woman, and yet I tend to her illness. I brought her home in the dead of night with a fever of 110 degrees. Her name is Kagome Higurashi. She was speaking of nonsensical things, and like a drunkard under alcohol, Kagome acted inappropriately. I sound cold, however I doubt that shocks you. Through her indecency, she has ignited something that lay dormant for a very long time. This fire within the pit of my soul burns, itching for the taste, the scent of a woman. I've been gone too long without human contact. It's a lonely business. Abstinence does not complete a man, just starves him until he becomes the sand across windswept dunes. Without purpose.
I'm fasting from the human flesh because of a past love who does no love me. Then there is this woman who groans and whimpers as she sleeps, muttering as her hand travels from her face to her neck to her navel, agonizingly. She seduces me as she sleeps. I imagine her groans and whimpers as I take her, slipping into her sweet passage, and I escape to the bathroom to relieve myself. Pathetic, but it seems these past few days I'm more acquainted with the bathroom than any other human.
I can smell virgin all over her, and it draws me as a drug would to an addict. I bury myself in the place where her neck meets her shoulder, so I could memorize this complete feeling of serenity wash over me. This could be the last time I'd be in this position, and it would be necessary if I could savor enough of these moments to last me for the rest of eternity. Every man must have their obsession, and mine was this woman. I still love Kikyou undeniably; however it is my body that responds to Kagome.
My body is nearly always responsive whenever the thought of her comes to mind, or when she nags me at the bust stop. My body betrays me and my conscience. It betrays me, and I allow this immoral taboo. My hand which once supported my body hovering over her blindly searched for her own, and without my mind's permission, hands entwined. Soft against coarse, untainted against bloodied fingers.
"I love you," she mutters in her sleep, and I halted in my actions and my breathing. I choked from the lack of oxygen, but my mind and heart was smothered by her words. I was loved?
". . . Papa." At last, I abandoned my breath and breathed once more. Kagome was wishing her father her love, not me. Silly, naïve, manipulated half-breed. It was then, at that time, I realized that I craved love more than I admit. I buried my face in her shoulder; my body pinning hers to the bed. God, I've never felt this captive, this willing to surrender to a female.
Then I see red. It's what I feared might come: my inner demon. My movements were aggressive, and my breath became pants in between growls. A wafting scent breezed into my senses, causing my body to become rigid in response. It was Kagome. Her scent was a sweet mixture of innocence and virility; the musk of her blood seducing me. She was undergoing her period.
Fuck!
Despite the need for self-control, my demon inside followed the trail of her scent to where it emitted the most. My nose barely hovered over the bare skin of her stomach (the shirt shifted in her sleep). It was there that I left a small lick of the tongue to taste her skin.
"Mine." I found myself growling this like a mantra.
My hand drifted to her knee, savoring the softness. I inched higher her leg, much into the mid thigh. Each inch explored caused her skirt to fall back and expose pink puppy bikini underwear!
Virginal panties! Every man's fantasy. Kagome is driving me nuts!
The thought doused any acts of aggression. I laughed fiercely. The first burst of spontaneous laughter in such a long time. I contained the emerging demon and sat up from my position over Kagome. I merely sat and chuckled at the sight she made.
The laughter however did not douse the fire that coursed through my skin and Senor Massive's sudden appearance in the Land Down Under.
I need a cold shower, and afterwards, I'm going to train for a very long time. Jeez, how can I take molesting Kagome so lightly? She is the most adorable creature I've ever met. It annoys the hell out of me, but the bitch entertains me anyways.
Aint' I articulate?
- Inuyasha
I found myself blinking several times, followed by a few minutes of blushing redder than Inuyasha's fire-rat haori, and then clutching my abdomen on the floor, groaning like a wild beast in agony.
"Stupid bastard! God damn, it hurts. Men are stupid. Stupid! They're also a bunch of chauvinistic pigs who only think of their dicks. I'm going to barbeque that damn dog. A1 steak sauce, baby. Oh, hell yah." Anyone who could see this disturbing situation would fear me, the screaming, teary brood on the floor. They would doubt my sanity and evacuate the room as soon as possible. Guess which lucky person had the pleasure of finding me in this position? The one and only living, walking, and breathing steak made of dog demon.
Inuyasha came from behind the mahogany door with a concerned expression etched on his face. Probably from all the screaming. His eyes sought my own vivid, blood-lust eyes and the gleaming fork clasped in my hand which I found from underneath his bed.
"Bitch, what the hell--?" he hollered from behind a half-opened door. Highly defensive.
"Barbeque Boy, prepare to meet your doom." I pounced on him as he gave a surprising, high-pitched squeal. However his reflexes were swifter than I assumed, and he seized both of my wrists, pinning me on the bed, and straddled me. Of course, I rebelled and fought under his grip. I even attempted to give him a kick to the head. It didn't reach his enormous head however.
"I'm going to eat your damn flesh." I growled underneath my breath. He simply sat there his right eyebrow curving in question. I tried to escape his hold on me once more, but all I accomplished was the ability to squirm.
"Let go of the fork. You might poke me in the eye." His hands gently, but firmly squeezed my wrist, until the fork fell to the floor with a dull thunk.
"Good. I could put your eyeball in my lemonade, and drink it. Then the eye could melt by my stomach acids, and then through my digestive system, to—"I was muffled by a hand covering my mouth, which I bit. Again.
"Crap! What is with you and my hand. I know I'm delicious, but I'm too much for a little bitch like you. Only a real, full-grown woman can handle the Inuyasha." His smug face deserved a slap from my hand. What I didn't expect was that same smug face nearing my own, until it appeared a centimeter away. He teased my lips by swaying his own back and forth in a teasing motion across mine. The air flew from my lungs, and I held my breath. His eyes were half-lidded, hypnotizing me.
"But, there might be something oddly come-hither about you. It's very becoming of you." He planted a small, feather-light on my lips and grinned like the fool he was. Canines and all.
"Cute. Little girl lips." Then he drew back, apparent that he was going to prolong any chaste kisses, which enraged me for waiting his kiss. I felt a familiar bulge near my abdomen which caused me to stiffen. My God, it was an erection! The concept of erections was so new and foreign to me that I squealed in shock and fright. Squirming and attempting to escape his grip once more, Inuyasha gasped above me. He had a twitching vein in his neck, pulsing. I found it fascinating.
"Stop." A ragged command from the back of his throat. Some reason or another, he wanted me to stop. He had this possessive look in his eyes, burning me under his gaze. I continued, clearly wanting to escape Inuyasha and his penis.
"I said, 'Stop!'" he hollered. At once, I halted in my actions, watching Inuyasha as he breathed heavily with closed eyes. He was perspiring, and his face was flushed. I was worried about him now.
"Inuyasha . . . ? Are you alright? I didn't damage you and your package, did I? Because if I did, I'm so sorry. Honest." I was blabbering my apologies.
"Shut up, bitch!" His lips returned to mine fiercely. Deeply. The kiss was depth-defying, and I welcomed it. Callous fingertips clutched my chin, tipping it backwards, allowing more access.
He practically drank me in.
As quickly as he initiated the kiss, he tore from the bed and strolled out the door, muttering.
"Another damn shower! I smell cleaner than stupid, fucking Sesshoumaru."
A/N: There it is. It's stupid. But it's a chapter. A stupid chapter.
