Dizclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha
Dizclaimer: This fic has been rated PG-13 and possibly R or NC-17 later. Rated for language and implication of sex. Maybe. See, I write the disclaimer before the story and I just write off the top of my head so I don't exactly know what is going to happen really.
Dizclaimer: The last name I'm using for Inuyasha doesn't belong to me. It belongs to some other fanfic author. I don't even really remember the title of the fic, just that it was AU and had to do with school.
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Kagome Higurashi stifled a sob as she pulled on the slutty black leather form fitting dress that was a few sizes too small and a few feet too short for her. She had bought it with the last of her money. {A prostitute.} she thought bitterly. {16 years old and already I have to resort to this.} Her parents had died in a mass murder, as well as her grandfather. The murderer was still unknown. Of course, being that her parents were dead, both she and her 8 year old brother had become wards of the state. That hadn't lasted long, however, as the first foster home they had went to had left them in the care of an abusive couple. They had complained about it and become orphans again, however no one else would take them both at the same time. Not wanting to be split up, they had both ran away. Living on the streets was rough. Already, Kagome had had to defend herself against a would-be rapist. But that was little compared to the major problem; money. Kagome was 16, had very little job skills, and couldn't even get a job at McDonalds. Her brother, Sota, had lost 15 pounds over the last two months. For an eight year old that was a lot. The feeling of going to sleep in a cardboard box, your hunger so acute that it actually _hurt_.. Readjusting her hair in the dim light of the bathroom at Circle K, she walked to a nearby street corner and took her position. She was new to the whole prostitution thing. Actually, this was her first night. Still a virgin, she had wanted to give it to the person she loved…. Not selling it for food money. Wiping a lone tear off her cheek, she saw a black stretch limo approaching and found hope and dread competing for a position in her heart. It was difficult to distinguish between the black of the limo and the darkness of the night (or morning, as it was 2 AM), overall it gave an ominous effect of dread.
~~~Inuyasha's PoV~~~
Inuyasha, twenty years old and a millionaire. World champion of Aikido, Kendo, Tae Kwon Do, heavy weight champion of the world… the list went on and on. If it had anything vaguely to do with fighting, he could win it. Inuyasha, twenty years old and a millionaire. Inuyasha, a bored out of his mind youth looking for some fun.
"Myouga-jiji, lets stop by Circle K. I want a coke." he said in his prideful you-can-look-but-you-can't-touch voice, but-I'm-exasperated-because-you're-looking tone of voice that he used even when there were no women present. For a millionaire, he didn't really look it. Dressed in a red size XX Fubu sweater with some baggy red and gray cargo pants contrasting with his white hair, he looked like a teenaged punk instead. Turning to gaze out the window, he caught a reflection of his own amber colored eyes. His abnormal features had been the cause of much controversy. When he was 16, and had first started in the pro-fighting world, people had been amazed at his strength, agility, and endurance. It was almost inhuman. Which was why he had been suspended for nearly 6 months while a multitude of drug tests had been done on him.
Myouga-jiji, the old man who had been serving the West family for nearly 40 years looked over in pity at the young prostitute who was staring at the limo with eyes showing conflicting emotions. Inuyasha was still looking the other way however. Pulling in to park, not caring that the limo's back extended a good 8 feet behind the painted lines, the short old man got out, to buy his master a drink.
"For the love of god Myouga, let me get it." said Inuyasha, rolling his eyes. Everyone seemed to want to do things for him. Opening his door, he slammed it shut behind him as he got out, running his fingers through his waist length white hair, massaging his scalp. Walking in through the door, sighing at the annoying bell tone, he began looking for the soft drinks section. Finding it, he picked a 1 litre bottle of Coca Cola, and as an afterthought, a bag of Gardetto's Italian Style Snack Mix. Putting them on the counter, the asian woman rang up the price.
"That will be $2.67." she said in a heavily accented voice. Digging through the massive expanse of his sweater, he was starting to sweat nervously. He couldn't find his wallet. The clerk narrowed her eyes. She began to think he was unable to pay.
"Aha!" he exclaimed. He pulled out a black leather wallet, and leafed through a couple of bills, frowning. "You got change for a hundred lady?" he asked. The woman shook her head. "Nevermind." he said as he found a lone five dollar bill. Telling the woman to keep the change, he just grabbed his things and left. Hopping back into the car, he snuggled back into his favorite corner of the large seat.
"Let's go Myouga-jiji." he said. Even in the US he still used the Japanese suffixes. {Old habits die hard.} he mused.
"Where to Inuyasha-sama?" asked the man who had been likened to a flea. Inuyasha sighed.
"Home I guess." he said. Home was a rather humble word for it. It was an extremely large mansion to say the least. Several hundred acres, actually, with the actual house near the front. Inuyasha had bought it after 2 years of hard work, and had been surprised to find that the forest had been dubbed 'Inu Yasha Forest' for hundreds of years already. He was still wondering if it was just coincidence.
Inuyasha began gazing out his window again, disinterest in the scenery showing. Due to the rather simple laws of nature, ie when you turn around but look in the same relative direction you see the opposite side, this time he spotted the young woman. He looked at her, eyebrows furrowing. He frowned slightly, showing the hint of another of his abnormal features, his canines. "Myouga, stop." he said. Opening the door again, he walked the 5 or so yards over to Kagome.
"Oi, wench, are you a prostitute?" he asked callously. Unknowingly, he was giving the young woman the wrong impression of him.
"Y-yes.." she muttered, almost wretching in shame. Inuyasha could tell, and he felt a familiar pain in his chest. He was a softy at heart.
{Gods how old can she be? Not more than 16.} "What's your price?" he asked, more softly this time. Kagome, however, didn't seem to notice his change of tone, and was still fearing the impending event. Her purchase. She shuddered.
"I.. I.." a single tear slid down her cheek, followed by another. "One hun-" that was as far as she got.
"Gods, woman! Are you insane!! A hundred dollars??" Kagome misunderstood this as meaning that it was too much.
"Seven…seventy-five." she said, not bothering to hide the sob that wracked her body. "P-please… I have a brother to support." she said, falling to her knees. Inuyasha growled.
"Get in the car." he said.
He was furious! The woman was a virgin, he could tell. $75 for something like that…
~~~Narrators Omnipresent Mode~~~
She slid into the plush interior of the limo. {How can he have a car like this and refuse to pay 100 dollars?} she asked herself sadly. She looked around. She was thinking, {This is the place it will happen…} The young girl looked over at the person who would do it. He seemed to be in a cold fury. Kagome shuddered again. He would probably be rough; no consideration of her feelings. She could imagine the young man that was sharing his car seat with her being like that. His anger glistened in his amber eyes. He seemed to be glaring at her. Kagome brought her knees up to her head, trying to stifle the sobs that were threatening to come out of her.
"What are you so sad about wench?" he asked. He winced slightly. He didn't mean to sound so mean. {Gods! She's beautiful! To sell her purity for seventy-five dollars!} The price of a small glass of a relatively cheap wine for his brother… He glanced at her ruby lips and crystal blue eyes, at her raven black hair and pale skin… He was beyond pissed off now, at the world in general, for reducing such a beautiful girl to prostitution. She was probably scared out of her mind at the time though… {Comfort her…} he thought. It seemed the most natural thing for him to do. "Why are you a whore? You mentioned something about a brother.." he said, more gentle, yet his choice of words still wrong.
Myouga only sat back and watched his master in pride. The old man had tried his best to help raise the child in the absence of his father, and ever since he had picked up the young homeless kid, he felt that he had done a good job. {Inutaisho… you would be proud of your son.} he thought. He was looking forward to playing with Shippo when they got back to the manor. He increased the speed a tiny bit.
The woman however, was still misunderstanding. {Why does he want to know?} she wondered. {Will it give him some perverse pleasure knowing how pitiful my life is?} she thought, beginning to get angry. "Look here, you bastard, I'm not telling you about how pitiful my life is so you can get some perverse pleasure when you fuck me!" she yelled. "Stop the car. I don't need your money." she said, knowing it was untrue.
Inuyasha, however, was taken aback. He felt an odd tickling sensation in his heart. He looked at the girl in the car in new light, who was currently trying to look less like a slut. "I… I think you misunderstand." he said, trying to ignore the odd feeling in his chest.
Kagome felt rising dread. {Is… is he a murderer like Jack the Ripper? Does he torture prostitutes to death?} she asked herself, beginning to panic. "Let me out!" she screamed, banging on the door. Myouga had accidentally put on the child safety lock. She looked at him. He looked familiar. Maybe she had seen him in the news somewhere? That only helped to confirm her fears. She assumed that he was an infamous murderer who's picture she'd seen somewhere on the news.
"Stop that!" he yelled rather forcefully. "I'm not going to rape you." he said. "Like I would ever want to have sex with someone like you." he said crossing his arms, still trying to make the feelings go away. "I'm offering to let you live in my guest house."
Kagome stopped her frantic screaming and kicking. There was a faint red tinge to her cheeks. {I think I know who he is…} she thought, feeling a little more embarrassed by the minute. "What… what's your name?" she asked uncertainly.
"Inuyasha West." he replied in his average tone of voice, arms crossed, nose in the air.
{Inuyasha West…} she thought. {Famous professional fighter and philanthropist.} Legendary for donating 50% of everything he made to various charities, as well as adopting a 7 year old homeless child. She remembered something about his brother as well, who was just as famous for philanthropy. She felt like a fool now, but feeling like a fool but knowing you don't have to be a prostitute sort of cancel each other out. Inuyasha suddenly found himself in the embrace of a crying girl, her tears getting his shirt wet. "Arigatou." she muttered against his chest. "Arigatou…"
Myouga looked back at the two, noticing that Inuyasha was blushing. The boy nervously put his arms around her and squeezed her gently. The annoying-but-wonderful feeling was back in full force, and his desire to get rid of it and his kind nature were conflicting on whether or not to push her away. Eventually the latter won, but he obviously had no idea that the feeling and his kind nature went hand in hand….
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End of Chapter 1, Review please! Well, should I keep on writing?
Dizclaimer: This fic has been rated PG-13 and possibly R or NC-17 later. Rated for language and implication of sex. Maybe. See, I write the disclaimer before the story and I just write off the top of my head so I don't exactly know what is going to happen really.
Dizclaimer: The last name I'm using for Inuyasha doesn't belong to me. It belongs to some other fanfic author. I don't even really remember the title of the fic, just that it was AU and had to do with school.
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Kagome Higurashi stifled a sob as she pulled on the slutty black leather form fitting dress that was a few sizes too small and a few feet too short for her. She had bought it with the last of her money. {A prostitute.} she thought bitterly. {16 years old and already I have to resort to this.} Her parents had died in a mass murder, as well as her grandfather. The murderer was still unknown. Of course, being that her parents were dead, both she and her 8 year old brother had become wards of the state. That hadn't lasted long, however, as the first foster home they had went to had left them in the care of an abusive couple. They had complained about it and become orphans again, however no one else would take them both at the same time. Not wanting to be split up, they had both ran away. Living on the streets was rough. Already, Kagome had had to defend herself against a would-be rapist. But that was little compared to the major problem; money. Kagome was 16, had very little job skills, and couldn't even get a job at McDonalds. Her brother, Sota, had lost 15 pounds over the last two months. For an eight year old that was a lot. The feeling of going to sleep in a cardboard box, your hunger so acute that it actually _hurt_.. Readjusting her hair in the dim light of the bathroom at Circle K, she walked to a nearby street corner and took her position. She was new to the whole prostitution thing. Actually, this was her first night. Still a virgin, she had wanted to give it to the person she loved…. Not selling it for food money. Wiping a lone tear off her cheek, she saw a black stretch limo approaching and found hope and dread competing for a position in her heart. It was difficult to distinguish between the black of the limo and the darkness of the night (or morning, as it was 2 AM), overall it gave an ominous effect of dread.
~~~Inuyasha's PoV~~~
Inuyasha, twenty years old and a millionaire. World champion of Aikido, Kendo, Tae Kwon Do, heavy weight champion of the world… the list went on and on. If it had anything vaguely to do with fighting, he could win it. Inuyasha, twenty years old and a millionaire. Inuyasha, a bored out of his mind youth looking for some fun.
"Myouga-jiji, lets stop by Circle K. I want a coke." he said in his prideful you-can-look-but-you-can't-touch voice, but-I'm-exasperated-because-you're-looking tone of voice that he used even when there were no women present. For a millionaire, he didn't really look it. Dressed in a red size XX Fubu sweater with some baggy red and gray cargo pants contrasting with his white hair, he looked like a teenaged punk instead. Turning to gaze out the window, he caught a reflection of his own amber colored eyes. His abnormal features had been the cause of much controversy. When he was 16, and had first started in the pro-fighting world, people had been amazed at his strength, agility, and endurance. It was almost inhuman. Which was why he had been suspended for nearly 6 months while a multitude of drug tests had been done on him.
Myouga-jiji, the old man who had been serving the West family for nearly 40 years looked over in pity at the young prostitute who was staring at the limo with eyes showing conflicting emotions. Inuyasha was still looking the other way however. Pulling in to park, not caring that the limo's back extended a good 8 feet behind the painted lines, the short old man got out, to buy his master a drink.
"For the love of god Myouga, let me get it." said Inuyasha, rolling his eyes. Everyone seemed to want to do things for him. Opening his door, he slammed it shut behind him as he got out, running his fingers through his waist length white hair, massaging his scalp. Walking in through the door, sighing at the annoying bell tone, he began looking for the soft drinks section. Finding it, he picked a 1 litre bottle of Coca Cola, and as an afterthought, a bag of Gardetto's Italian Style Snack Mix. Putting them on the counter, the asian woman rang up the price.
"That will be $2.67." she said in a heavily accented voice. Digging through the massive expanse of his sweater, he was starting to sweat nervously. He couldn't find his wallet. The clerk narrowed her eyes. She began to think he was unable to pay.
"Aha!" he exclaimed. He pulled out a black leather wallet, and leafed through a couple of bills, frowning. "You got change for a hundred lady?" he asked. The woman shook her head. "Nevermind." he said as he found a lone five dollar bill. Telling the woman to keep the change, he just grabbed his things and left. Hopping back into the car, he snuggled back into his favorite corner of the large seat.
"Let's go Myouga-jiji." he said. Even in the US he still used the Japanese suffixes. {Old habits die hard.} he mused.
"Where to Inuyasha-sama?" asked the man who had been likened to a flea. Inuyasha sighed.
"Home I guess." he said. Home was a rather humble word for it. It was an extremely large mansion to say the least. Several hundred acres, actually, with the actual house near the front. Inuyasha had bought it after 2 years of hard work, and had been surprised to find that the forest had been dubbed 'Inu Yasha Forest' for hundreds of years already. He was still wondering if it was just coincidence.
Inuyasha began gazing out his window again, disinterest in the scenery showing. Due to the rather simple laws of nature, ie when you turn around but look in the same relative direction you see the opposite side, this time he spotted the young woman. He looked at her, eyebrows furrowing. He frowned slightly, showing the hint of another of his abnormal features, his canines. "Myouga, stop." he said. Opening the door again, he walked the 5 or so yards over to Kagome.
"Oi, wench, are you a prostitute?" he asked callously. Unknowingly, he was giving the young woman the wrong impression of him.
"Y-yes.." she muttered, almost wretching in shame. Inuyasha could tell, and he felt a familiar pain in his chest. He was a softy at heart.
{Gods how old can she be? Not more than 16.} "What's your price?" he asked, more softly this time. Kagome, however, didn't seem to notice his change of tone, and was still fearing the impending event. Her purchase. She shuddered.
"I.. I.." a single tear slid down her cheek, followed by another. "One hun-" that was as far as she got.
"Gods, woman! Are you insane!! A hundred dollars??" Kagome misunderstood this as meaning that it was too much.
"Seven…seventy-five." she said, not bothering to hide the sob that wracked her body. "P-please… I have a brother to support." she said, falling to her knees. Inuyasha growled.
"Get in the car." he said.
He was furious! The woman was a virgin, he could tell. $75 for something like that…
~~~Narrators Omnipresent Mode~~~
She slid into the plush interior of the limo. {How can he have a car like this and refuse to pay 100 dollars?} she asked herself sadly. She looked around. She was thinking, {This is the place it will happen…} The young girl looked over at the person who would do it. He seemed to be in a cold fury. Kagome shuddered again. He would probably be rough; no consideration of her feelings. She could imagine the young man that was sharing his car seat with her being like that. His anger glistened in his amber eyes. He seemed to be glaring at her. Kagome brought her knees up to her head, trying to stifle the sobs that were threatening to come out of her.
"What are you so sad about wench?" he asked. He winced slightly. He didn't mean to sound so mean. {Gods! She's beautiful! To sell her purity for seventy-five dollars!} The price of a small glass of a relatively cheap wine for his brother… He glanced at her ruby lips and crystal blue eyes, at her raven black hair and pale skin… He was beyond pissed off now, at the world in general, for reducing such a beautiful girl to prostitution. She was probably scared out of her mind at the time though… {Comfort her…} he thought. It seemed the most natural thing for him to do. "Why are you a whore? You mentioned something about a brother.." he said, more gentle, yet his choice of words still wrong.
Myouga only sat back and watched his master in pride. The old man had tried his best to help raise the child in the absence of his father, and ever since he had picked up the young homeless kid, he felt that he had done a good job. {Inutaisho… you would be proud of your son.} he thought. He was looking forward to playing with Shippo when they got back to the manor. He increased the speed a tiny bit.
The woman however, was still misunderstanding. {Why does he want to know?} she wondered. {Will it give him some perverse pleasure knowing how pitiful my life is?} she thought, beginning to get angry. "Look here, you bastard, I'm not telling you about how pitiful my life is so you can get some perverse pleasure when you fuck me!" she yelled. "Stop the car. I don't need your money." she said, knowing it was untrue.
Inuyasha, however, was taken aback. He felt an odd tickling sensation in his heart. He looked at the girl in the car in new light, who was currently trying to look less like a slut. "I… I think you misunderstand." he said, trying to ignore the odd feeling in his chest.
Kagome felt rising dread. {Is… is he a murderer like Jack the Ripper? Does he torture prostitutes to death?} she asked herself, beginning to panic. "Let me out!" she screamed, banging on the door. Myouga had accidentally put on the child safety lock. She looked at him. He looked familiar. Maybe she had seen him in the news somewhere? That only helped to confirm her fears. She assumed that he was an infamous murderer who's picture she'd seen somewhere on the news.
"Stop that!" he yelled rather forcefully. "I'm not going to rape you." he said. "Like I would ever want to have sex with someone like you." he said crossing his arms, still trying to make the feelings go away. "I'm offering to let you live in my guest house."
Kagome stopped her frantic screaming and kicking. There was a faint red tinge to her cheeks. {I think I know who he is…} she thought, feeling a little more embarrassed by the minute. "What… what's your name?" she asked uncertainly.
"Inuyasha West." he replied in his average tone of voice, arms crossed, nose in the air.
{Inuyasha West…} she thought. {Famous professional fighter and philanthropist.} Legendary for donating 50% of everything he made to various charities, as well as adopting a 7 year old homeless child. She remembered something about his brother as well, who was just as famous for philanthropy. She felt like a fool now, but feeling like a fool but knowing you don't have to be a prostitute sort of cancel each other out. Inuyasha suddenly found himself in the embrace of a crying girl, her tears getting his shirt wet. "Arigatou." she muttered against his chest. "Arigatou…"
Myouga looked back at the two, noticing that Inuyasha was blushing. The boy nervously put his arms around her and squeezed her gently. The annoying-but-wonderful feeling was back in full force, and his desire to get rid of it and his kind nature were conflicting on whether or not to push her away. Eventually the latter won, but he obviously had no idea that the feeling and his kind nature went hand in hand….
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End of Chapter 1, Review please! Well, should I keep on writing?