Disclaimer: Even though it's rated R, people still get all pissy when you start cursing. So, please excuse Inuyasha and Kagome's dirty mouths, blah, blahblah. Am I done yet?
Chapter IV: Oh, Happy Times
It was supposed to be a happy time. It was supposed to be. Considering the fact that it was their anniversary and they have been together for more then three years but to him… it felt like he was going to a funeral. Inuyasha checked himself in the mirror again, glancing back at Kagome who was sprawled across his bed, studying mathematics. All he wanted to do was not to do the anniversary. It wasn't like it was all that special. Kikyou barely reminded him, just slapped a sticky note on his mailbox, reading 'Dinner at Chez Moi. Six o'clock ON THE DOT'. Like he didn't get the fucking hint that his anal bitch of a girlfriend would slaughter him if he even dared to make Kikyou Higurashi look bad. Like that was possible.
He wasn't even happy about going. He didn't even want to go. He hated spending time with Kikyou and as twisted as that sounded, considering the fact that he was dating her and have been for three years, spending time with Kikyou was like sticking a ball of fire down his throat. Probably worse.
"What are you doing?" Inuyasha cranked his neck to see Kagome, walking across the room and out of the door.
"Going to get some fresh air. Watching you prep in the mirror isn't the most fun for me. In fact, it's exhausting besides must you always keep tabs on me?" Kagome asked impatiently.
What the hell was wrong with her? Usually she would mumble something underneath her breath, before answering with fake cheerfulness in her voice. Oh--… it was about Kikyou. Why in the world would Kagome be jealous of the prick of a bitch?
Inuyasha tightened the tie around his neck as he sighed loudly, "Yes, I must. If you didn't almost clumsily get killed. I wouldn't have to baby-sit your ass."
"I'm sorry." Kagome said as she stepped back inside, tapping her foot as she impatiently stood before him, "I didn't know babysitters slept with seventeen year olds."
"Wow, how original!" Inuyasha spat sarcastically, "How many times have you said this? In twenty four hours no less? I bet you even you don't know!"
"Don't be an asshole, asshole!"
"Are you on the rag?!" Inuyasha answered, raising his voice on each word as Kagome stomped out, "Because you're acting like you are!"
"Oh, you're so pissing me off!" Kagome yelled as she began running down the stairs.
"Where the hell you're going?!" Inuyasha asked, "You didn't drive here, or did you forget, bitch?"
Kagome let out a little shriek, as she began throwing on her jacket along with her shoes. Her whole face was beet red and her hair was flaying around her. If Inuyasha wasn't so pissed, he would be amused. They haven't argued in a long time. Probably in two or three years, since once Inuyasha got back into town, two years later he began sleeping with her and arguing didn't seem to make its way to the bed.
It didn't use to make sense to him. Sometimes he would go to bed wondering why they haven't had one of those fights that made him go to bed angry, wake up angry and just be angry. In fact, they never fought; it was more like Kagome mumbling along with Inuyasha mumbling. Nothing compared to what was going on now but it was due, the built up frustration was choking him and the little spat in the office didn't seem to help to burn off the frustration. More like feeding the fire.
"I rather walk than be in your overwhelming, selfish, overbearing, ignorant, arrogant—"
"Oh, if we're airing out dirty laundry, let me start with you. Bitch, naïve, slow, annoying, childis—"
"Too good looking for their own intelligence, should be locked in a museum for destroying the woman race like you have been doing, bad temper, loud, outrageous—"
"Now you're repeating yourself." Inuyasha replied, as he glanced outside, seeing the limousine pulled up, "Shit, now I'm going to have to deal with Frosty the Snow Bitch, God what have I done wrong—"
Kagome smiled coyly as she held up his overcoat, "You'll be here all year if that wasn't a rhetorical question."
"Shut up. Are you going to be here when I come back?" Inuyasha asked, glancing over Kagome's outfit, which was still her school uniform, "It's a yes or no, answer."
"No." Kagome snapped as she began walking towards the back door, "Tell Kikyou, I said hi."
"You know I'll never will." Inuyasha chuckled lightly.
"Of course because then you'll have to tell her that I'm the other woman." Kagome said as she slipped out of the back door.
Inuyasha breathed, sucking in all his anger before he opened the door, stepping out of his mansion. He sometimes wondered if the shoes were switched, would he feel the guilt that he was not feeling right now. Inuyasha sighed as he stepped into the limousine.
Probably not.
He could name six reasons why he hated his best friend. Six. Not twelve. Not eight. Hell not even six and a half. Just six. Most of the reasons were just repeats and the others weren't even important. But he could name them. He could flaunt them but most of the time; he pretended that they didn't exist. Miroku Higurashi tapped his foot against the table that sat in front of the navy blue recliner. Checking his watch was becoming repetitive and pacing—well that was annoying. But tapping, yeah, it seemed to have a ring to it.
It sure felt good. Miroku briefly yarned, watching his little sister Kagome in, completely flushed in her face. It could on mean one thing…
"Inuyasha?"
"Bastard." Kagome retorted, answering his question completely.
Miroku let a smile cover his face as he stood up, following Kagome to the dining area. Inuyasha was a bastard, he knew that. He understood that, hell; even Inuyasha knew that he was a bastard. So, why did Miroku think him and his sister should get together was beyond him. Hell, they barely could tolerate each other, well at least a few years ago they couldn't. Now, they were barely in the same room as each other and when they were, they tried to ignore each other as much as possible. Possibly because Inuyasha was Kikyou's new toy and has been for three years. Plus Kagome would be underage for another three to four months.
It was impossible. But it was an impossibility that Miroku was willing to take on another challenge. It wasn't like Miroku haven't run into one of those yet.
"I guess he made you walk. Why did you go over to his house anyway, I could've given you a ride home."
"Yeah. Could've. Should've but you were too busy hitting on Inuyasha's secretary to even notice that I was asking for a ride." Kagome pointed out as she sat beside Sota, watching the dinner plates he set down, "Inuyasha even poked you a few times—"
"You guys have been spending an awful lot of time together."
Kagome had to blink, repetitively. Then, almost instantaneously, she began choking. Honestly, he didn't know why. Didn't have the faintest notion why she was choking or hacking up spit, while crumbling to the floor. But it did make him giggle, on the inside, of course, he doubt that Kagome would appreciate that he was laughing while she was gagging up spit.
"You okay?" Miroku asked once Kagome straighten up and wiped the spit from underneath her mouth, "As I was saying—"
"You were talking?" Kagome questioned.
Miroku raised his eyebrow slightly. She was acting really strange.
"Yes." Miroku drawled out slowly, "That's why you were hacking up saliva on Mom's new carpet."
"About that—"
"About what?" Miroku asked.
"Nothing." Kagome looked away, quickly thanking the maids before digging into her salad, "Where's mom and dad?"
"It's their anniversary. The same day as Kikyou and Inuyasha's anniversary." Miroku dip his head down for Kagome to see his face, "Are you sure that you're okay?"
"I'm fine!"
"Because you've been acting really weird today." Miroku explained as he pushed his fingers through his short black hair, "Is there something going on?"
This time Kagome began sputtering before she uttered out a choked out 'no'. She was lying. He knew it. Kagome wasn't a very good liar, in fact, she was the worst. So, her lying to him was probably the most evident thing in the world. She was lying and he was sure of it.
"Kagome…" Miroku stressed out, "There's something going on and you're not telling me. You know you can tell me anything. Anything, I will absolutely not tell a soul."
Pulling the big brother, sympathetic, I love you card, usually always worked. Not on Kikyou. Of course not. Fire couldn't work on her cold hearted ass, no, it worked on Kagome. Perfectly too, usually she fell right into it, sobbing out her story. Of course, Miroku usually ended up mad at her because who wouldn't be mad that their baby sister was lying, to the older brother she could trust but whatever. Whatever makes Kagome talk was fine with him.
"I can't tell you." Kagome finally said, quickly glancing at her hands which were now folded in her lap.
"Why not? Kagome, I'm your brothe—"
"And I know and you're the best brother I can ever have it's just…" Kagome sighed, brushing her hair out of her face, "Miroku, I… want to tell you so bad but I can't. It will kill you and the family too. Especially Kikyou. Especially her…"
Too many details, Miroku warned silently in his mind as he began nodding numbly. He reached his hand towards Kagome's clapping it in his', "I'll love you no matter what."
Now Inuyasha, that was a whole different story. He didn't know what was going on between his sister and Inuyasha but he vowed to find out. Even if that meant sacrificing Inuyasha and himself' friendship. His sister would always come first.
No matter what.
It was all a bore really. Her, sitting across from him, look elegant in a red sun fire dress, low cut, tightly fitted, of course and him, dressed in something that Kikyou picked out from him. It was all really boring, honestly. Here and there they would chit chat about things, things that were important, politics, business, work, money, the typically things that they usually talked about.
He guessed that's why he thought he saw something in her. They had the same interests. Both equally money hungry, work pushed them, they both strived for their goals, no matter how much sweat poured off of them and that was probably the reason why he found her so… not attractive. He and many of the other male population had always found Kagome to be the prettier one but he guessed, he found Kikyou so alluring. She didn't have to be charming, which was undoubtedly was, or smart, rich or even pretty. Something about her lured him towards her and after the spell was broken; he didn't see what he saw when he began dating her.
Which was really sad really. He kind of liked be lured by Kikyou. It sounded so enchanting and—
"Are you paying attention?"
Kikyou's harsh voice broke his thoughts as he returned back to reality. The answer was no. He knew he was doing again. Answering absentmindedly, sometimes joining in the conversation without having any clue what he was saying because he was too wrapped up in his thoughts. He wasn't paying attention. Nothing was there to wheel him to.
"Yeah, baby." Inuyasha retorted, staring out of the window which overlooked a beautiful lake that shimmered in the moonlight. He would've enjoyed the view, if only he enjoyed the company, "Of course I am."
"Whatever." Kikyou bit, "Don't pretend."
"I wasn't. I said, 'yeah, baby. Of course I am.' Does it sound like I'm pretending?" Inuyasha snapped.
"Let's not get into this." Kikyou rushed in, "This isn't the place."
"It's never the place. It's never the time. When are we going to talk Kikyou?" Inuyasha asked.
As much as he hated her, he still loved her equally as much. He guessed that's why it was so hard to pretend that there wasn't anything wrong in their relationship, putting on smiles on their faces for nobody to question why their relationship wasn't going anywhere fast. It was hard and everyday, he seen that. He was seeing that. Kagome made him see. If their relationship was as perfect as they pretended it to be, he wouldn't be with Kagome at least sixteen hours of the day.
"Not now." Kikyou replied as she bit into her steak, "This is superb."
"Great." Inuyasha answered dryly as the waiter passed them by, "Why the fuck don't you want to talk?"
"Because we don't need to." Kikyou hissed, taking a sip of her wine, "Why do you keep pressing this?"
"Because we need to." Inuyasha closed his eyes, twirling the wine around.
Kikyou's eyes were suddenly upon him. Suddenly he felt all the heat that she has been feeling for a long time. He sighed, straightening himself in the chair, "Are you cheating on me?"
It didn't surprise him. Surprise him that she would ask that is. He was just wondering when. When were she going to ask and the answer was now. Now she asked.
"All the signs are there. You come home late, you don't answer my calls, you're hardly at our apartment anymore and when you are you smell like another woman's perfume. The question is who?"
"Kikyou—"
"Don't even deny it!" Kikyou's voice raised and lowered when she realized eyes were suddenly upon them, "Don't even deny it."
"Yes." Inuyasha nodded as he slowly set down his fork, "I am."
"Why would you betray me? Why? What the—why?"
"I'm not betraying you." Inuyasha bit in frostily, "Christ, Kikyou, you're acting like you're surprised. We hardly talk anymore."
Kikyou snorted elegantly, "So how long have you've been cheating on me with her."
"Three months, but it's not like it happened out of the blue—"
"Do you love her?" Kikyou asked.
Inuyasha choked as he bewilderedly began looking around. Did he love Kagome? Well, he didn't hate her if that was the question. He enjoyed her company. He didn't love her. That was true. They barely talked and when they did, it was dirty things in the bed.
"No!" Inuyasha burst out, "Kikyou, you're acting like these kinds of things don't happen everyday. Men cheat okay. It happens when their girlfriend is always six countries awa—"
"These things don't happen to me! Who is she?!"
"If I spilled all my secrets out to you. It wouldn't keep you guessing." Inuyasha stood up, throwing a wad of money unto the table, "Do you want to leave or not? I don't want to make you look bad, Kikyou."
Kikyou stood up immediately, grasping onto Inuyasha's arm, still hissing at him, "I still want to know who she is."
"That's too bad." Inuyasha flagged a taxi down, once the taxi stopped; he opened the door as he kissed her on the cheek, "Sweet dreams, Kikyou."
He sighed, once the taxi was out of sight. What was he going to do? He wasn't going to break it off with Kagome, he knew that. He was addicted to Kagome and probably obsessed but Kikyou… he couldn't leave the relationship when there were so many things left unfinished. Inuyasha glanced out as he got into his car; he began looking at the caller i.d., looking for any trace of Kagome's name. Now that he thought of about it, it was obvious that he was with Kagome, just nobody wanted to see the signs.
Inuyasha pushed back his hair. Still, he wanted to see Kagome even though they left with a sour note.
Kikyou knows! Too bad she doesn't know who. Somebody commented that Kagome seemed weak. I'm sorry, I just thought that when somebody is in such a fragile relationship and started having sex, one would be weak but Kagome won't always be weak. See, she's getting her strength now. Own the characters, yeah, even Inuyasha's potty mouth.
