Disclaimer: I still don't own Inuyasha. I'm on a dangerous mission to though but don't tell Rumiko Takahashi. She might sue me again; oops, did I say that out loud?

A/N: Thanks to all that reviewed! Ok, it was two people but what the heck :)

I was almost afraid to look at the reviews! Also, sorry for giving you readers a cliffhanger; I wanted to build some tension up.

Chapter Two: A Tale of Two Wolves

Scribbled all over the walls of my apartment in brown pencil crayon were what appeared to be poorly done drawings and miss-spelled words.

The drawings had the appearance of Ronin and phrases like I'm all alone were scribbled on the walls.

"RONIN!" I roared, instantly forgetting about Inuyasha and everything that had happened at work today.

My son poked his head through the doorway of the kitchen. His face was tearstained and he looked terrified.

I looked at his artwork, then back at him, blinded by fury.

"You… never…" He paused and then ran back into the kitchen.

"Ronin… what am I going to do with you?" I said to myself and I followed him into the kitchen.

Ronin was under the table, cowering.

"Ronin, come out from under there. We need to talk." I said, softly.

Reluctantly, Ronin climbed out from under the table but still stood a couple of meters from me.

"Ronin, come closer." I said, attempting to make my voice sound calm.

Ronin stepped a centimeter closer, and then backed away.

"Closer." I said my voice almost in a whisper.

Ronin didn't move. He just stared at me, with a petrified look on his face.

"Ronin. Closer. Now." I whispered, but he knew I was dead serious.

Ronin took a few steps towards me, and then flinched.

"Ronin, what's wrong?" I asked my voice still in a whisper.

"I… I… I… HATE YOU!" Ronin snarled and ran into his room and slammed the door loudly behind him, identical to what Inuyasha had done eight hours earlier.

I blankly stared at the door for a few minutes. Time seemed to have frozen. Then the terrible truth made its way to my mind. My own son hated me.

I was awakened from my trance by the sound of the buzzer.

I pressed the button on the box. "Yes?" I growled into the speaker.

"Hi, Kouga. It's me, Ayame. Can I come in?" The voice asked.

I froze at the sound of Ayame's voice.

Damn.

What a perfect time to come; Ronin hates me, the apartment is a mess and I'm on the verge of losing my sanity.

"Fine, Ayame. Come in." I looked away and sat by the door.

The minutes felt like hours. Finally, there was a knocking sound on the plywood door.

I opened the door slightly.

My ex-girlfriend, Ronin's mother; was standing outside the door. She wore a pink ski vest with a pink shirt underneath. She looked exactly the same since the last time I saw her.

"Kouga… we need to talk. Where's Ronin?" She looked around the room. Then she noticed the drawings on the wall.

"Oh my god, what happened?" She asked all her attention suddenly on me.

"Uh… Ronin… showed off his artistic ability?" I joked but looked at the ceiling, trying to avoid her piercing green eyes.

"Kouga, is… it getting too… difficult?" Ayame looked at me, trying to make direct eye contact.

"What I ever do you mean, Ayame?" I growled, in a sarcastic tone.

"I mean… with Ronin. Maybe, it was wrong for you to… take him?" She paused, her green eyes sparkled.

Aha! So that was her plan. She wanted Ronin. Well, she sure as hell wasn't going to get him.

"Ayame, I have everything under control. Everything's fine. I don't need your pity." I scoffed and looked away again.

"Then why are you avoiding eye contact with me?" Ayame asked and walked over to my side to look me in the face.

"Because… I am!"

"Kouga, I've known you long enough to tell when you're lying! Do you think I'm stupid or something?"

"No! I'm not!"

"Baka! I didn't say YOU were stupid! You're obviously not paying attention!"

"I'm paying attention to you!"

"Yah right! You're staring into space!"

"Am not!"

"You sound like a little kid! Suits you well since you've ALWAYS acted like one!"

"What?!? I do not act like a little kid!"

"Right! Then why did you start hyperventilating when you found out I was pregnant?"

"Well, that is enough to freak any guy out!"

"Well, if you hadn't had gotten so drunk you couldn't walk in a straight line that wouldn't of happened!"

"Look who's talking!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're blaming me for drinking ten glasses of sake and yet you had half that much and were out cold ten minutes later!"

"Well, if I was out cold then how come I wake up the next morning in bed WITH YOU?!?"

"I can't even remember what happened that night!"

"Wow, surprise, surprise!"

"Really, I can't! I lose my memory when I'm drunk!"

"You also act stupid when you're drunk!"

"Who doesn't?"

Ayame gave me a furious look and said in a very quiet, serious voice "You and your drunk self actually aren't that different. You both act childish and you both lie."

"Lie? When did I lie, pray tell?"

"When you told me you loved me!"

"When did I tell you that?"

"While you slept with me!"

"And gee, wasn't I drunk when I slept with you?"

"There you go again!"

"What?"

"Trying to cover up your stupid mistakes! You used me!"

"How did I use you?"

"For… for…" She paused and began to whimper.

"How did I use you?" I repeated, looking at her directly in the eyes for the first time since she'd come.

"Sex!" She screamed, tears leaking from her eyes and ran out of the apartment, slamming the door in my face for the third time today.

"Bitch!" I hissed after her.

"You got that right!" I heard her shout and hit the elevator button with a bang!

"Aaargh!" I roared, hitting the counter, causing it to dent. "Who the hell does she think she is? She is such an ungrateful stupid insignificant bitch!" I slammed the counter at each word I yelled.

"I hate her so much! Damn her! Damn her!" I slammed my head on the counter.

"Do you?" A voice called from behind me. I looked over my shoulder.

Ronin was looking out of the doorway, his face more tear-stained, and his eyes red and bloodshot. "Well, if you hate her than… I hate you!" He cried, tears streaming down his cheeks as he slammed the door for the second time.

Four doors slammed in my face in one day. It must be a new record.

Everyone hated me now except for that girl who I'd met today. What was her name again? It was … Kag-something.

I sat down and for possibly for the first and definitely not the last, I felt alone.

Well, it's done. I know it didn't have anything about a KagomexKouga relationship yet but I just wanted to introduce Ayame and her role in the story. Sorry for the two-day wait!

Kawaii Aku