Chapter 1

First session

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The heels tapped on the sidewalk like a heartbeat, with the hurry the woman in front of InuYasha had. His steps were longer in comparison, so he didn't need to be as fast to keep a comfortable distance from which he could observe the harmonic way her body moved. That kind of movement wasn't unknown to him, and much less indifferent, as the heels allowed the female body to softly sway at the hips, marking the kind of rhythm one could take to the pleasures of a bed. One of his favorite pastimes when strolling down the street was to discover the women whose walking happened to be more sensual and palatable to him. His second favorite pastime was to imagine them enduring his thrusts and reproduce the moans of that night's unknown female. The third step of that game was always the guilt, seeing as it wasn't in his nature to denigrate anyone. That's why the only honor being tarnished was his own in the end.

His gaze dropped to the sidewalk, where he began counting the street's lines while slowing his pace as a way to placate his mind and body. One the many techniques he had learnt in the therapies he had gone to.

InuYasha turned at the first corner he found, and then traced the direction he needed to follow in his mind, to reach the address he had been given by the last therapist he was seeing. He had chosen a male one specifically in order to avoid the temptation of fooling around in the middle of the session; For now, his addiction only concerned the female sex.

He submerged his fingers in his silver hair, from his forehead to the back of his ears. That was one of the habits that usually helped him relax and gain some perspective. InuYasha didn't want to think too much about the guilt, for it was painful and there were days when it wasn't as bearable. He found himself strolling through a much less crowded street that the previous one, which gave him some room from his obsession. It had been a week since the last time he had taken his damn pills to inhibit his behavior, for when he took them, he'd feel as in the middle of a hazy mist he could not clear up.

He looked at his phone to make sure he had turned at the right corner. If nothing were to go wrong, in ten minutes he should find himself in another insufferable therapy session. He knew he himself had chosen to do so, for he really wanted to find a cure somehow, however he wasn't going to kid himself either, for he had the same chances of failure as in the many previous attempts.

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She heard the sound of her own steps on the sidewalk, and she wondered why she had insisted on wearing those heels. She would have to take them off once she arrived at the place she was going to. The answer placed itself inside her mind as soon as she finished her question: they gave her confidence. She had liked those shoes since she had seen them at the store: tall, with a strap at the ankle and a sensual pale pink tone which matched quite well with her skin. It was clear her life had been rolling downhill since long ago, however, Kagome felt she could take control when the gazes fell on her and move the pieces, usually male, and those shoes helped her with that purpose.

Some steps ahead there was a group of male youths and she immediately began to shuffle her possible next actions. She could cross the street two steps ahead and, in that way, elude them; or she could pass near them, while trying not to be noticed. However, that warrior spirit that had developed inside her to confront any adversity would push her to cut through the middle of the group and made herself as visible as possible. She knew it was imprudent to do so, and she knew, also, she'd hear all kinds of sweet words about her looks and figure, but she had decided long ago that as long as she were in control whatever was said about her was irrelevant.

Or it should be.

With that in mind, she continued straight. She sought inside herself the power she often relied on, and from it, she managed the confidence to ask for space to cross through the group of male youths. She was aware of how from them bloomed a superficial kindness, so typical while in the streets, at the mercy of the public eye, and all the youths moved away so she could pass. Next, she heard the admirative comment of one of them in low voice, and it was then when Kagome casted him one of those glances that weren't all that direct, which accepted the compliment, along with an invitation of having a taste... if he wanted.

The youth probably wasn't any older than eighteen, the same as the whole group, who were a few years younger than she was. In that moment she knew that as much as she needed that attention and control, she couldn't allow herself to arrive late at the place she was going to, and regretted to have endured the temptation of running to Köga's study for a mid-day requital. That always calmed her down and he always seemed up to it.

She turned around to see that the guy was walking behind her. He was tall, with a look of possessing a firm physique that could endure everything, sometimes even the cruel way in which she usually treated her partners. She sighed, and gave him a negative gesture with her right hand's index finger, to which the youth stopped in his tracks with a clear perplexity in his face. Kagome snapped her tongue, turned around once again and went on her way, not wanting to think about the situation. It wasn't useful.

She circled the corner of the street where she was going, and saw a discreet sign besides the door that pointed that the emotional roller-coaster was about to begin again. She wasn't ready, in the same way she hadn't been the last two times and the other previous two.

Who had invented that saying "The third time is the charm"?

She had stopped counting by the fifth.

Her lips visibly thinned in one of her clear expressions of discomfort, those she showed when she needed to find courage. She brushed the sides of her body, from her waist, through her hips, until the start of her thigh, as a way to cheer herself up, as she knew she couldn't relax. Right after, she pushed the half-open door for attendants only.

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InuYasha couldn't help being smitten by the female figure standing in front of him, right by a door. His gaze was fixed at the look of her defined calves underneath the jeans she had on, thanks to her strapped heels. He liked them so much he knew she'd still don them even as he was drilling her hard to exhaustion. He let out a breath with a hint of anxiety before the rush of excitement that woman was arousing in him without even moving. The worst part came when he couldn't miss a detail of how she stroked her body as if caressing herself. The thought changed meaning immediately inside his mind and he even recreated one of her moans as he imagined himself holding her while her petite body pulsed in pleasure.

He dropped his gaze and snorted, annoyed at his lack of control. He usually had a better time handling it. Desire was something ever present, but he could deal with it without being too conspicuous; yet now his control was slipping, why?

He knew the answer. It was the potent erotic charge emanating from that woman who was: or not aware of it, or did so on purpose. He looked at her sideways. He didn't want to feel tempted. There may be those who think the addiction he suffered was one of the best, but in truth, like any other it went through phases, of which guilt was the darkest. He might greatly enjoy the seduction and the sex, but when the toxin began to leave his body, he would go back to feeling empty and miserable. It was then when the guilt phase would arrive, together with the emotional flagellation which he himself swung.

Even now he was still dragging the dejection from this morning, after nailing the saleswoman from a flower shop he entered to buy a few blue flowers he didn't even need, as he only went in because he saw her, like one who gets a craving for cake through a window, and she smiled at him.

"What was her name?" He thought and tried to remember, to no avail. Sometimes he believed he himself blocked those memories in order to survive.

And it seems that had not been enough, as right after he had distracted himself with his usual game when on his way there, and now he was starting to get obsessed with the woman who had just disappeared inside one of those buildings, walking on those heels which were beginning to form the word fetish in his mind. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waited a moment as to not suffer the effects of a painful erection, the kind that left him like an idiot in front of others.

As soon as he found himself more composed while thinking about apples, or candies, or whatever he needed in order to stop that obsession, he encouraged himself to look for the number of the place he was going to. It was the moment to, at least, try to turn the situation around and put a stop to that vicious cycle which, even if it sounds strange, didn't allow him to find self-love.

When he found the place, he thought he had to had been born with a really high karmic debt, because he didn't expect it to be the same door that the woman had previously entered. His mind was once again fixed in that heel fetish.

Kuso!

Entering had been a very personal and intimate act, as he simply found the door half-open and a few surippa to wear in case he didn't want to enter barefoot; There was no one besides him at the entrance, no one was waiting for him. InuYasha sat at the border of the genkan and wore his own out of home socks; that was one of his eccentricities. He could walk half of Tokio, but he couldn't put on surippa which had been used by others. As he went to leave his shoes in the side shelving, he was able to distinguish a couple of high heel pale pink shoes with a strap around the ankle, which laid there, still, in one of the shelves. He extended his hand to touch them, but stopped himself half-way.

There it was again, the obsession.

He put his shoes as close as possible to them, as if he wanted them to ease their loneliness. Then, he moved forward through the hallway and peeked through the first door that was open. A soft murmur of voices received him, and he joined the group with the confidence and clarity of one who already knows places such as this. He dedicated his first glimpse to skim through the area, looking for the woman of the pale pink shoes, yet met with little success.

"Are there many groups?" He asked himself for a second.

"It's this the only group?" He raised his voice, to reach the person who was the leader.

"Yes, there is only one. Welcome." Answered a man with just enough kindness. InuYasha looked at the place, pondered about the possibility of there being other kinds of activities in the building, then finally nodded at the answer he received and searched for a free seat.

He began to examine the room once he found a place far enough from the rest of the attendants. Apart from him, he could count other nine who had come to listen. He probed them a little with a glance, detailing the different aspects of their looks. At the beginning he thought he made out two drug addicts, and another three who seemed as normal as him, yet couldn't stop staring at a certain point, so he surmised they were addicted to work, or the internet, or both. His gaze stopped at the sixth person, a woman in her early thirties, attractive despite the clothes she donned which seemed to be two sizes higher than her normal. She had a shoulder-long brown hair and a strong gaze which soon stared back at him, as if reacting to his probing. For a moment, he became distracted with the thought of her not being the kind of woman he was into, yet had something interesting about her...

His train of thought broke as soon as the woman of the pale pink heels entered the room. InuYasha followed her stride from the door to her seat only to define her harmonic figure and her long dark hair which reached her waist, just long enough to grab it as he stirred her insides from behind in a posture which was quite exciting to him. He felt his breathing becoming a bit heavy, yet that didn't stop his analysis. He also noticed how long her legs were, and his mind immediately placed him surrounded by them as he enjoyed her breasts of just the right size to make his hands full. He pinched the sides of one leg to come to his senses and give up on his shameless analysis. He saw her take a seat a few places far from him, leaving just enough space for him to steal a glance from time to time if he so desired, and he did.

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Kagome found a place in the room, just before the therapist in charge of the group session began with his presentation. She casted a discreet gaze over the other attendants, maybe as a way to harden herself and feel like she controlled her surroundings. As she did so, she found the golden eyes of a man who didn't seem likely to stop looking at her. She immediately noticed the restlessness nesting in her chest when something escaped her wheeling, as the intensity of those eyes had swayed her from her point of security. She sought to center her mind for a moment, then crossed her legs on top of each other in an act of confidences. She regretted not wearing her heels, for them could have added that sensation of she owning the situation.

She lifted her chin slightly and tried to pay attention to the therapist's words, to no avail, as her curiosity was completely directed towards the man on her left, and the strength she noticed seeping from him. She felt exposed and strongly tempted to look his way, but she knew it wasn't a good idea to do so, for she didn't want him to believe she held any kind of interest in him; She couldn't give him that power.

This isn't your typical group therapy. It is a therapy of self-healing, and you are the ones in charge of such a job. Everyone here knows they have something they need to treatment for, and the first thing you need to become able to do is to acknowledge that which pushes you to fail yourselves.

The therapist spoke, and even though Kagome was able to hear his words, she wasn't able to comprehend them as her entire force of will was being used in not turning towards that deeply, intense golden gaze on her.

You don't need to be perfect. You don't need to show anyone that you can carry the weight of the world.

She needed to keep her attention on the therapist's eyes.

You only need to look at yourselves with love, without judging the parts you find dark, as we all are formed from light and darkness.

She had to have enough will. However, she couldn't resist anymore and looked his way. He didn't only have beautiful eyes, his entire being was beautiful.

Weakness is just the back side of strength.

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Continued

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A/N

Here I am with the first chapter of this story which won't be that long, and that you probably can already tell where everything is going. I hope I can write it just as it exists inside my head.

I hope you like it and that you tell me in the comments!

Kisses!

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart