A/N: Woah. I'm actually updating a story. That's a big shocker. Jinkies. Ain't I special?

Oh yah, I have a friendy friend friend named Kristine. She's posting this rad new story on called The Way Things Were, or something like that. I have a short term memory. Since my computer is acting like a dick, I couldn't post my new chapters and check your fanfic. Bummer.

But now I can!

Here they are.

"And now I'm stuck in the web. You're spinning. You've got me for your prey."

- "Spiderwebs" by No Doubt

Chapter III: Spiderwebs

"Be selfish . . . say what you want . . . once in a while," Kyo Souma, from the graphic novel, Fruits Basket, Vol. 1 by Natsuki Takaya, was Friday's phrase of the day. Rather fitting to my situation. I'm behind that same traditional telephone pole, watching Inuyasha sulk in the distance. It was like this since Wednesday. I would stalk him, never approaching him, and he would sit on his ass all day. This was my daily routine, and once, I wanted to gain the valor to approach Inuyasha and speak to him. It's not like he said, "I love you," or "I can't live without you." On the contrary, Inuyasha bluntly started that he wanted to fuck me. SO, why was it that every time I came near him my stomach would gather in twisted bunches and gave me this feeling of regurgitating my breakfast? Inuyasha was the most immoral man I had the displeasure of meeting. That was the fact.

I thought it was a fact. It should have been a fact. Yet somehow it always ended up as a baseless lie. Sure, he openly expressed wanting to defile me. But what guy hasn't tried that line before? That settled it. I was going to walk up to that damn bus stop and talk to him. No one could stop me.

Well, except for the demon in my way. The demon who wore expensive Italian shoes that cost as much as my apartment mortgage and had better groomed hair than I did. The demon named Kouga Takaya Hikasu III. The demon who had more money than the amount of letters in his name, and his name was pretty damn long. He was immobile in the center of the street, not caring if he created traffic or what not. In his costly, imported convertible. Being the cocky bastard he always was.

"Hey, Kagome babe! Since you're going to bear my pups one day any way, you want to go to Smirnoff's tomorrow evening. Real classy place. The Russian ambassador's grandson owns it. Wear something sexy. I won't take no for an answer."

"Then hell n-"I replied before Kouga rudely interrupted me.

"I won't take 'Hell no!' or 'Fuck off!' as an answer either." Bubbling inside of me was something akin to a murderous rage for some conceited wolf millionaire brat

"Come one, woman. You're mine. Everyone knows that. It's only a matter of time until you realize that too. So what do you-"His sentence was cut short. At sometime under a blink of an eye, Kouga drew his weapon of choice: a custom-made Colt revolver of the 22nd century, the kind that was sold in the Black market. Before I could even realize the movement around me, Inuyasha and Kouga positioned their weapons, directed dead- center on the other's forehead.

Inuyasha's .45-caliber handgun did not waver in his hand, neither did Kouga's. It was like they were trained in the art of gun-play. Dangerous toys for dangerous men. The wolf leapt sharply from the window of his car to the back of Inuyasha. However, the dog demon merely turned around with the flare of his fire-rat haori riding the waves of the breeze and took out another handgun from his waist. One in each hand.

"So this is the bastard who you saved yourself for . . . ?" Inuyasha inquired under a reluctant breath as if it strained himself to say it.

"Then he shall die . . . I wanted to kill that stupid wolf-shit anyways. Ever since I saw his face during Reinhardt's farewell party. Guess it was his time to quite the Japanese Underground. It was his time to leave the syndicate. I 'personally' bade him goodbye." the dog demon growled.

"Don't think so, Inuyasha." Inuyasha gave a characteristically- sounding growl, and with a war cry that reached every corner of the street, he fired his handgun. His bullets were accurate, but so was Kouga. Every bullet that Inuyasha shot grazed the sides of his opponent's torso and one on the side of his cheek. It looked like the wounds were inflicted by a sword. I recognized it easily because I once researched about the art of swordplay and gunplay for a high school thesis. This particular art was called the Shi Kenjuu, the "death pistol." The bullets usually contained some opium poison in order for the wounds to create an infectious pathway to the blood system.

Kouga's Colt Revolver soon fired after Inuyasha assault. At first analysis, it appears to a normal gun shot, but to the trained eye, there is a powerful gust of air that trails the bullet. If the bullet misses the supposed target, the air has enough caliber to damage organs internally. The wolf prince's style of gunplay was named the Hakai Kyouki, the "Weapon for Murder and Destruction." The bullet was dodged by Inuyasha, but the air wasn't easily missed. It made impact with his hind leg before he could leap out of its pathway.

Though the expression of pain or all that nonsense emotion did not usually soften his face frequently, it was there. I read it like I could read that both opponents were reading harshly from the overexertion. This was a disadvantage for Inuyasha, and I knew that I had to take action before something fatal happened to him.

The two brawled for a few minutes before Kouga locked Inuyasha in an unpromising situation. Since the abrasion to his leg caused the dog demon's speed to falter, he could not compete with the quick movements of the naturally speedy wolf prince. Soon, Kouga held his Colt Revolver a few breaths away from Inuyasha's forehead. Inuyasha with his own disadvantage could not bring his handgun to Kouga's heart area.

"Kill me. I dare you to."

Inuyasha sported a trail of crimson blood on the edge of his mouth. Kouga tugged on the trigger tauntingly, slowly, agonizingly. I ran to Kouga, wrapped my arms around his middle (the highest part I could reach), and pleaded for the life of the dog demon.

"Don't, Kouga. Let him go." I whispered, and I knew that they both heard me from their reactions. Inuyasha growled in the lowest pitch I've ever heard, a low rumble as I watched his eyes from behind Kouga. They were devouring me; amber pools of liquid heat consuming me. I was ashamed, thus I looked away. I still felt his gaze on me, over me, through me. The wolf prince hesitated and then lowered his gun. He placed it back in his jacket and entered his car. Before he drove off, Kouga stared at me with naïve, lusty eyes.

"I did this for you. I didn't kill that piece of dog shit because, Kagome . . . you're my woman." He drove off, turned the corner, and disappeared in his flashy car. One disaster take care of, one other to go. With my head tilted to the ground, I faced Inuyasha.

"Inuyasha . . . let's go home. I need to tend to your wounds." I reached for his arm, but he waved me away. Every time I tried to grab hold on his arm, he pulled it away sharply. He wouldn't even look at me.

"Inuyasha, please. You're bleeding."

"Let go of me, whore. Just leave me alone." And like a kicked puppy, he staggered away.

"I don't accept. You can't quit being my slave." Ryoki Tachibana, from the graphic novel, Hot Gimmick, Vol. 2 by Miki Aihara. I don't know how long I stood there, or when exactly I decided that standing in the middle of the road was a stupid, pointless idea. I stood in the sidewalk instead. I was back to square one in my mission to find Inuyasha salvation. Now that I think of it, I never stepped out of square one. I was hopeless. He was hopeless. Inuyasha thinks I'm Kouga's whore. The thought made me cringe, and my knees collapsed under me. When did what Inuyasha thought mattered to me? When did he become part of my routine?

It started raining that afternoon. Rain drops falling on my head. Just like that song. My tears also started raining that afternoon. They merged with the rainfall, and at that point, you wouldn't know that I was crying profusely. Why was I crying?

Shit.

I was crying for Inuyasha. I was a massive plate of blubbering strawberry Jell-O. I was pathetic; I was acting like an emotional, feminine soap opera queen. And I hated it. Usually I liked Jell-O, but not the blubbering strawberry kind. I choked a laugh. How do I manage to think these completely random, ridiculous thoughts at difficult times like these?

Everything was getting blurry. My vision started to obscure the objects around until all I could see was blurs of something that used to be a mailbox. This sudden shot of heat raced through my veins, hovering on my skin, and making my entire body an inferno. My breath was short pants, attempting to take in some oxygen, but failing miserably. I knew I was moaning out his name. The only name in my thoughts. I wasn't committing suicide out here in the rain. I wanted to move, but my body protested. It just wanted to lie on the cemented sidewalk with the rain showering down upon me. It just wanted to be helpless.

"Inuyasha . . . "Buh-bum. My heart quivered slightly in response. The sky above was a painting of angered gray and shades of white and black. They were angry at Inuyasha. I knew I was. It wanted to strike him down with lightning and frighten his dog demon ass with thunder. It wanted him to fear and feel some emotion for her. Anything that was proof I affected him in some way.

"Inuyasha, am I really a whore?" I asked the skies who in turn, appeared to look like a blob of Inuyasha's face. The wind drafted a scent of pine forest, a scent of Inuyasha. The blur that floated above me resembled Inuyasha in an uncanny type of way.

"Look at you. Kagome, you can't even take care of yourself. How can you think that you can take care of me?" the blur said. This can't be Inuyasha. This blur had gentle hands traveling over her skin. He was much too "fluffy" to be the man who didn't care much for her. I knew that my clothes were plastered to my skin, and I was shivering uncontrollably. Still, he gathered me in his arms, very much like a husband would do to his bride. The thought allowed me to smile a tiny little grin.

At this point, I was practically hallucinating from my fever. I had the state of mind of a drunkard, or Robert Downey Jr., which ever was more drugged. He was taking me somewhere. I realized this as we strolled out in the rain with me in his arms. Mr. Blur had an adorable pair of puppy ears, and I in my own drugged state reached out to touch them.

"You have a doggie's ears. Wuff! Wuff! You look like a refrigerator." I was also speaking nonsense.

"A refrigerator goes 'moo, moo, moo' all the way home. The wheels on the refrigerator goes 'moo, moo, moo' all day long. Didjia like my song, Mr. Blur? You know what? I am a virgin! Yes, I am. But you know what? Ask me! Ask me 'what?'" The blur gave a heavy sigh and muttered "What?" I lifted myself higher in his arms, so I could reach his ears. I whispered my secret to him.

"I was saving my first kiss and my virginity for the same guy. Whoever I was going to share my first kiss with is who's gonna take me. It's funny because there's this guy who stole my first kiss. Does that mean Inuyasha will have to take me? That's a funny idea. I mean the guy practically thinks I'm Kouga's little slut. He was the first man who ever touched me. Do you think I'm a whore?" I inquired the Blur.

"N-no." He stammered. He was shaking. I felt his tremors as he held me. I nuzzled his neck to reassure him that he was safe. I've seen dogs do that to each other. I figured since Mr. Blur had puppy ears, he must be a canine. I kept nuzzling; the scent of pine trees was present. I was addicted to it. I gave a small, child-like kiss on the hollow of his throat and settled on his chest. He tensed and strained his muscles underneath. His heart beat increased rapidly.

"How am I going to even reach home without fucking her? God, keep Senor Massive sleeping. Down, boy." He was muttering to someone I couldn't see. I ignored his conversation with this "Senor Massive" and toyed with the silky strands of his glorious hair. I clutched it in my little hand and dozed off into some feverish dreamland.

It was then he drew me closer as we exchanged roles. Mr. Blur was no buried in the hollow of my throat, and his arms were circled around me in a near embrace. He inhaled deeply, and at the moment, I felt secure in this hazy embrace. I realized that it felt so damn good to be the one who was being comforted and not the person initiating the hug. It felt good to be cherished, and I returned the embrace with weak, tender arms.

"You can let go now."

"Can't. Too tight."

"Okie dokie. Goodnight, Mr. Blur and Senor Massive." He groaned as I drifted off to sleep.

"God, leave it to Kagome to be the only person besides me who talks to my penis."

A/N: Let's leave it here. Woah, this was a "fluff-ilicious" chapter. I figured it was due time for some marshmallow junk. At least I still have the word "penis" in my chapter. I swear if everything in my story turns into a Care Bear porn video, I will scream. Review. No, I'm not asking nicely.