Chapter 2: Inuyasha's Anger
By Heather Martin
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any other character. I don't claim them as mine and never will.
The dark haired monk worked sparsely in the kitchen of his best friend's mansion. He watched the young woman in the room with him making Ramen. She was very beautiful. The monk slowly scooted over and placed his hand on the female's lower back. She froze, but wasn't surprised.
"Miroku, move your hand," she ordered.
Miroku rubbed his hand along her butt and replied, "Like this, Lady Sango?"
"No, remove your hand monk!"
Sango turned and slapped his face, leaving a red handprint. The monk only smiled, pleased that he had gotten her angry. Miroku started to make another sly pass at her, but was interrupted by a loud crash from upstairs. The words "damn it!" were clearly audible throughout the entire house. A few moments later, a servant girl dashed into the kitchen, shaking. She muttered something about giving the Master a clean towel for his shower, then having the bar of soap thrown at her. Before he arrived, the servant ran from the kitchen.
"I wonder why a towel would upset him," Miroku pondered.
A moment later, the door flung open. The silver haired boy came in, furious. His amber eyes were flashing; filled with frustration and deceit. He had obviously been showering when he was offered the towel. The boy wore a pale blue towel around his bare waist. Water drops slid down his naked chest, caressing the curves of every single muscle. The young woman blushed, busying herself so she would not be tempted to gaze at her friend. Her eyes glanced at the white dog ears protruding from his hair. In this way, his fangs and claws were hardly terrifying or threatening. Miroku cleared his throat, getting Sango's attention.
"Umm…. Inuyasha, I think you forgot to get dressed," Miroku observed.
Inuyasha didn't bother to answer. He went into the dining room and sat at the table. Sango served up a bowl of Ramen and took it to him. The boy quickly began to devour the noodles. Miroku sat down next to him.
"Wanna tell us what is going on?" he inquired.
The hanyou sighed and stopped stuffing his face. The anger that had played across his face slowly disappeared. Frustration clouded his eyes.
"Nothing too serious. It was just a dream, another nightmare about my mother. I don't wanna talk about it anymore," Inuyasha muttered. "Miroku, let's just go for a walk."
Sango attempted to place a hand on Inuyasha's shoulder to comfort him, but she couldn't bring herself to touch his bare skin. She quickly covered by playing with her long hair. Inuyasha pushed himself back away from the table and stood up. He slowly made his way to the door of the dinning room. The hanyou sighed and pushed the door open. As he sighed, his pale blue towel trickled to the floor. Miroku and Sango were now getting a free show of Inuyasha's butt. The young woman gasped, covering her face with part of her apron. The monk looked away, laughing as he heard one of the servant's screams. Others were noticing that the handsome hanyou looked great all over.
Fully dressed now, Inuyasha walked beside his best friend down the beaten path. Miroku had accepted the invitation to go on a walk, but he didn't exactly know where they were going. The forest around his home was spacious and quiet. The scenery was a sight that one had to see before they died. Great tall oaks peaked into the open sky. Flowers and weeds grew like they actually lived in harmony for a time. A single dirt path weaved through the forest, breaking up the green ground.
"Inuyasha," Miroku said, attempting to make conversation. "How's the school hunt going?"
"I quit trying. No human school or demon school wants me. Hanyous are still not accepted."
"Oh."
Silence filled the air. They didn't speak to each other for a long time. Continuing their walk through the forest, the two emerged at the edge of the property. Inuyasha decided they would walk into town for some coffee. Taking a side street, the hanyou led the way. They were about fifteen blocks from the mansion when Inuyasha slowed down. A large black fence was beside them. Ivy grew up the bars and rose bushes carpeted the ground around the barrier. On a copper sign next to the entrance were the words "Women of Society". Both young men were extremely puzzled.
"Feh. What the hell is this place? It reeks of young girls," Inuyasha questioned.
Miroku started to answer, but froze hearing the scream of a young woman. They looked in and saw approximately ten girls surrounding a girl on her knees. She was crying and muttering. Her frail body was shaking profusely. The other young women taunted her, calling her absurd names. Her long black hair covered her distraught features. Inuyasha felt his heart pound faster as an older woman approached. After speaking words that Inuyasha and Miroku couldn't hear, two girls dragged the young woman as she screamed, fighting them with all her strength. Within moments, all the females disappeared, leaving the air breathless.
"What goes on in there?" Miroku demanded to know.
"The girl probably deserved it," Inuyasha covered, looking towards the street.
Even as he spoke those words, his heart clenched tight and a phantom voice called, "help me". The boy glanced back at the deserted courtyard with the girl's screams ringing in his tender ears. Miroku touched Inuyasha's shoulder as he regained his composure.
"Let's go get our coffee. Lady Sango will become worried if I am not back in time to 'assist' her with lunch," the monk teased.
The hanyou nodded, taking a final look at the open area, and watching a solitary swing blowing back and forth in the breeze. She probably deserved it. He told himself, walking away with Miroku.