{_.:.A Doll For All.:._}
{_.Chapter 03: Have to Drive._}
I hate blue balls but I grew up with them. It's a shit situation all over. I fucking hate to admit it but I was a late bloomer, I didn't actually have sex with a girl until I was about nineteen. Hey, don't judge. It's hard to find someone willing to fuck with a hanyou other than another hanyou and those are just as hard to come across.
It was an alright experience.
But back to the blue balls, I cannot stand them. It drives me mad. I can feel all the blood rush down, nothing but thoughts of how to screw her seven different ways to hell in my head causing a terrible pressure to pulse through me and yet… I never get that golden release. I'm not even close to getting it.
Because she's always just sitting on the other side of the bar from me, whispering things that taunt me, that give me a dying urge to take her in the storage room and fuck her senseless-hell, take her anywhere. I'd even do her at the bar in front of everyone.
Hell, I'd do anything to just get a glimpse at her without one of her tight dresses on. To see those perfect mounds upon her chest utterly bare for once… and she knows it, too. She knows how badly I want her so she just fucks around with me all the more.
When she leaves with one of her clients she parts her lips ever so slightly and winks at me, maybe even waves her fingers in my direction, and then she's gone. Leaving me to think about what she's about to do… and it's so fucking not fair.
Many times in my life I wished I was rich, but never so I could buy a women to have sex with her. Not until now. I think when my birthday comes around I'll ask Miroku to get me a night with Kikyou. Then again… if I paid, it'd take the fun away.
I want to fuck her for free. I want to be that one guy that the escort does on the side for her own enjoyment. Damn. I'd do anything to be that one guy.
Hell, I'd settle just to feel her lips around my cock, sucking me off. I'm sure she could give one hell of a blow job. And yet, at the same time. I feel like a bit of a dick for spending so much time fantasying about an escort.
Because I find myself suddenly spending a lot of day time with a certain conservative, cute, librarian. Why I do that I'm not sure. She's not my type and I doubt I'm hers but… I don't know.
Fuck it.
Everything's gotten so fucking weird lately. I give up. It ain't like we're dating, so if I want to think about all the countless ways I can fuck Kikyou then I will. And even if we were dating, I'd probably still do it.
I've been told I'm a dog, that I haven't the capacity to be a one-woman type of man. And you know what? It's true. I've never been able to do that. But, really, it's not what you think.
I could care less about the librarian. I have no interest in an emotional attachment to anyone anymore. I just want sex, and she smells so much like Kikyou that I figure if I can get it off with her then I'll be golden for a while. The only problem is, Kagome seems like the type not to spread her legs for just anyone.
That'll be a problem.
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Higurashi Sango never thought that her life would come down to this, working for shikon services and stationing herself in the VIP section of Imperial Lounge five nights a week so that she could go home with one man after another. She never thought that she'd have to do something like that to get by in her life… but that was what she needed to do.
It wasn't all bad. She got paid very well for all her efforts ,and sometimes the clients were even nice to look at. At least, she tried her best to get the nice to look at type. That was why she waltzed right up to arguably the sexiest man in the section. A tall, tone, silver haired youkai with faultless features. Regrettably, by his side was a creepy little green toad of a youkai, too. To her, getting with a youaki that looked non-human was a deal breaker, regardless of the pay. She wasn't one of the escorts that was in to beastality.
"Hello," she greeted him as sensually as she could, often she was told she was one of the sexiest in the bunch, that she had a special exotic beauty about her but he just gave her a quick once over before his golden gaze shifted elsewhere in the room.
"I'm another's regular," he simply stated. That was something she could respect, the last thing she wanted to do was infringe on another's girls territory. She'd bitch slap anyone that did the same for her.
"I'm not," the toad stated with a lifting of his brows a couple of times.
"In what world what that actually happen?" Sango asked in reply as she looked Jaken over before shaking her head and walking away. Sesshomaru merely smirked at the way her comment crushed the youkai he considered to be his personal servant. At least that escort had a witty tongue, he'd have to remember that for the future.
Yet, the more he looked, the less he saw of what he wanted so he walked across the room finally to the red eyed wind sorceress that had been staring holes into him all night. Apparently, she was still fuming from his insult to her the other night. If so, what he was about to say was only going to make it worse.
"Where is that girl I had the last two nights?"
Kagura made a visible effort not to cringe before she stated acidic, "Rin isn't here. It's her night off."
"Too bad," Sesshomaru mused lightly while his gaze finally met her harsh red eyes. Oh, when Kagura was mad it was… far more enjoyable than when she was pleased. "Fine, I'll do with second best." He just had to say that to make sure she'd still be as fiery as the pits of hell themselves that night. "Are you available?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she mocked heavily as she stood up and grabbed his tie harshly, "follow me, lover."
From across the lounge and behind the bar, Inuyasha watched with his sunlit stare as Sesshomaru was led away like a dog by Kagura to probably one of the nicer rooms in the establishment. The fuck-head always had money, regardless of his low-paying profession. Asshole. Why'd that fucker get to taste the escorts and not him?
Better yet, why the fuck would he pick the one that looked like a child the past two nights and now the annoying bitch Kagura? Didn't he see Kikyou? Couldn't he smell her aroma? How the fuck could he pass her up for those two second rate whores?
Shit, some people were just stupid, and Inuyasha merely found himself shaking his head over the notion as his gaze wandered around the busy lounge looking for said mistress of his loins. The one that could make him suffocate from desire by just giving him the right look. But, it was too crowded for him to find her. He could smell her scent, faintly, in the air.
Fucking Friday nights, he hated working those shifts. The tips were always best then because there were so many people but there were so many people and he hated being around people. Still, he found his eyes connecting with a pair of emeralds in front of him all the same.
"What do you want?" he grumbled, he hardly saw the point of pretending to be pleasant to one of the girls that he knew for a fact was a working one.
"Asshole-ish, as normal, I see," she replied as she flipped her red hair over her shoulder to glance at the collection of alcohol behind the bar. If not for the great perk of getting half the spirits in the lounge for free in any drink of her pleasing, she wasn't so sure she'd be able to make it through this job. "Still obsessing over Kikyou, huh?"
"Fuck you," was his first instinct of what to say, and what he found slipping out of his lips, before he asked, "wait, how do you know that?"
Was it that obvious that he was kind of crazy about her? Not crazy in love. Just crazy at the thought of being inside her.
"Oh, please," Ayame, the girl, replied with a grand roll of her eyes, "as if it's hard to see you eye-fucking her from across the room every day. Idiot."
"Whore," he muttered back before he slammed her usual drink in front of her.
"You'll never get her," Ayame insisted with a smile as she took her Mojito, "she's the most expensive one of us all. And she never does it for free."
"We'll just have to see about that," he gripped as Ayame walked away, giving an added sway to her step just to show him what he could never have. She was a full-blooded wolf youkai, yet a whore, but somehow better than him. He didn't get that. Fucking full-bloods.
Just briefly, merely out of the corner of his eyes, he was certain he saw one of Kikyou's red dresses but… by the time he turned his full attention that way it was gone. She was out the door, and her scent left the room with her. Well, fucking fantastic. He was stuck working a busy Friday night shift without even getting see her.
What he didn't know, what would have pissed him off beyond belief if he did, was the client she left with that night was a regular. A regular that he just so happened to know. And know very well.
"Can I drive your car tonight?" Kikyou pouted playfully as she walked up to the violet eyed man, so much so that he had to take a step back and feel his behind pressed against his fine vehicle. He couldn't help but let his gaze wander down to her the valley in between her breasts as she pressed them against his body.
"Oh, I don't know…" he did love his car, a ridiculous amount but… she was still able to get the keys from his hand without effort and slip into the driver's seat. With a sigh he found his way around to the passenger side to ask one very important question. "Do you have a licenses, my dear?"
"Nope," she chimed as she turned the key to start the car and smiled towards the horror that flickered across his face. She made a motion as if she were going to start driving and relished in the way the color drained from his face. Finally, she broke out into laughter as she opened the door to get out of the car. "I was only kidding, I do not have to drive."
"Oh, thank Kami," Miroku said with a sigh of relief as he scooted over to the driver's seat and waited for her to walk around and get into the passenger side.
"Men, I will never understand why you treat your cars like they are your children," Kikyou stated.
Miroku couldn't explain it to her, and the good part about paying for sex meant he didn't have to. He just had to drive, he had his reasons, it always helped him cope with all that was going on in his life. Sometimes, it was more stressful than others so he found himself wandering around the city in his car at all hours of the day. Sometimes, it was more peaceful.
But, whenever he was with Kikyou, he had to drive a fair distance to a side of town less traveled and into one of the love hotels that he knew didn't leak info to the tabloid. There, he could take Kikyou to the usual room. There he could got his freak on whatever way he'd like.
And she'd never tell a soul, in fear of him ceasing to pay for her.
"I hate the cold," Kikyou muttered as they entered the same room as always. That, though, was mostly because of the short outfits she had to wear.
"I hate the seasons here," Miroku commented, "I wish I could live somewhere purely tropical."
"Is that so?" Kikyou questioned, but that was the last of the conversation that was kept up. He didn't pay for her to come all the way across town with him just to have a chat about the weather. That'd be simply silly.
Yet all thoughts like that faded when he was able to pin her down on the bed so he legs could twist with hers and hands wander everything and anywhere they'd like. And his favorite location was her luscious ass, that he just loved to squeeze and hear her small gasp-as if she was really surprised. But he knew she wasn't. She knew it was coming.
Every time.
Damp regions, sweaty soaked skin sliding against the others, mixed with rough, rigid, rumps in the tangled sheets. Gasps gushed out of hot breaths to brush against dripping skin. Need based, throbbing, bulge buried in sweet slips to unite them into one.
Moans mingled their movements.
And that was just the first round, the normal one.
The second one was when he was able to get out the toys… but the third was always his favorite.
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There once was a girl that was denied everything that she was owed. But, then again, that would be wrong to say. The world doesn't owe anyone anything, it came first, people came well after it. The reality of everything is never as grand as some would hope. Some people are just damned with an unkind life.
Even if one's situation is a hard one, a nearly impossible one to get rid of, they can rise above it. They can be strong enough. They can find a way. But it wouldn't be right to say that was how it worked for her. Sometimes no matter how hard someone tries… they fail.
And fall into a world they never wanted to be in to start with.
The truth of the matter was that a part of her knew that. A part was aware of what the other side of her did. In the mornings she suffered the most, at that time there seemed to be no denying it, but just as quickly as the flash of clarity came it left. She felt so powerless and small, so useless, so… weak.
But her other half wasn't. By no later than ten o'clock in the morning she was back in bed, sleeping for the first time that night. Fighting the jury of sanity in her head. The one that asked for her to get a grip.
To realize what she was doing… she hadn't slept properly in years.
But the truth was something she liked to hide from. That she left behind in the changing room that was left for the girls at the shikon service. That was where she went after every sessions she had with men, where she removed her brunet wig and washed away her any memory of what took place that night with a hot-almost burning-shower. Where she took out her honey-brown contacts and made sure all the make-up was removed.
Then finally changed back into her normal clothes and walked home. In a trance, it always seemed, since she was neither one or the other on those journeys. She was something in between. Something… or nothing at all. Until she got to her door and snapped into it.
When she got to lie down for an hour or two before her alarm went off to get her up so that she could make sure her so-called siblings were up and preparing for school. That'd usually take another hour or two to make Souta breakfast, to fight with Kaede about what she was allowed to wear and what she wasn't, then have the brat slam the door in her face before she stormed out of the house.
Which left her to walk nine-year old Souta to school since Kaede apparently wasn't going to do it that day. He wasn't old enough that she felt comfortable letting him walk the three blocks from their apartment to his elementary school alone. But he was always the light of her day.
"Thanks," he'd say with a smile before he hugged her, even though it wasn't the cool thing to do in front of school. He still did it and it warmed her heart as she got to hug him back.
"You're welcome," she replied before kissing him on the forehead. Another no-no, he was nine, a grown kid for all his age group was concerned. It wasn't cool to get kisses on the forehead, but Souta allowed her to do that, too, before waving an going into school. He was good… somehow, in the midst of all the madness.
After she left she found herself at a train station, waiting a couple of more minutes until her cousins ended up by her side with her three year old son. Together they boarded it and road for thirty solid minutes until they were in a less populated place to end up at the same building they always went to once a week.
It was such a depressing looking spectacle, if a building could die then that was exactly what had happened to it. The gloom within it only amplified once they walked in. Once they got there an orderly said, "who are you here to see?"
"Higurashi Souta," Kagome said, then the women disappeared. After a short while she returned to lead them to the visiting room. There, at a table, sat her grandpa. The namesake of her younger brother, the old man that she had nothing but good memories of when she was a child. The great man that had endless stories of old times.
"Hello, grandpa," Sango started with a grand smile as she knelt down in front of him, holding her son on the shoulder so the old fellow could look at him with curiosity. "Say hello, Koichi."
"Hello," Koichi muttered as his violet-grey gaze shifted away from the old man to his aunt. "Never talk…"
Grandpa never talks, Kagome knew that was what Koichi was getting at so she walked over to kneel down in front of him, too. "Hi, grandpa, Sango and I just thought that we'd come and visit with you. We hope you are feeling well. We hope that you… are getting better."
Then, out of the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of her grandpa's doctor so she got up and quickly got in his way so he couldn't walk past her. "Hi, can I ask you how my grandpa is doing?"
"Oh, he's doing well. The medication he is on keeps the delusions at bay. He doesn't have as many outbursts as he did a year ago."
"The medication seems to make him less lively in general… he hasn't spoken in seven months."
She just watched as the doctor nodded, "sometimes, the medicine we give schizophrenics to take away their delusions usually makes them feel like we're taking away their liveliness, too. He spoke to one of his therapists the other day, briefly, and said something of the same. That the medicine makes his mind feel dead."
"Right," Kagome muttered as she looked over to her grandpa. His mind had always not been there, not fully at least, but after the death of her parents it seemed to snap completely. Her father was her grandpa's only son left, and the knowledge that he outlived all his sons was too much. Whatever amount of sanity was left in his mind left and they had to admit him into Kobayashi Institute for Rehabilitation.
It was just another bill that Kagome really didn't need on top of the debt her dad left and the general expenses of taking care of a three year old Souta and an eleven year old Kaede. She needed two jobs… since the library didn't pay well enough. Yet, over a series of a couple of blank nights, everything seemed to get better. There was money in her bank account that she didn't recall where it came from.
She found it better not to ask too many questions, because with that added income she could manage. She could raise her two younger siblings, slowly pay off the debt of her family, and pay for her grandpa's treatment. Even save up for Kaede and Souta's college funds somewhat.
The nights that continue to remain a mystery to her… she just let it be. Because if she didn't remember, if she didn't know, then all was fine. Denial and maybe a hint of insanity. It was a brilliant thing.
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Higurashi Kaede was the typical rebellious teenager, angry at the world for taking as much as it had from her, mad at the way her life failed to turn out as she had wanted it to. At the age of seventeen, nothing was going according to plans. But the same could be said for her cousin, Higurashi Kohaku, but he didn't act the same way as her.
Maybe his world was even worse off than hers, but that didn't stop her from acting so significantly different than the usually comatose boy. The movies, she had said, was her plan. Where they would spend the evening but she switched directions to end up at a friend's house party. If he hollered about it, she threatened to break his ankles. A situation that the quiet boy was highly uncomfortable with but she thought he could use socializing with more people their age.
But drinking, drugs, and loud music wasn't what he thought of when he imagined a good time. It was Kaede's. Kaede, the black sheep of the family, at least that's the bullshit she always spewed. Kohaku knew better, the black sheep of their family was his sister. The one disowned, the one that if the Higurashi's could, would take the name away from her.
If he could, he'd get rid of the name himself. Fuck the Higurashi family. Not all of them. Most of his cousins could go burn for all he cared, but Kagome, Souta, and Kaede were different. Unlike the rest of the family, they didn't disown his sister. The next thing he knew he was sitting in a circle with the a group of Kaede's friends. She hadn't even bothered to introduce him as a cousin, just Kohaku.
"Spin the bottle, aren't we a little old for that?" Kaede taunted but she didn't disagree once her friends started to spin it. She didn't say no when it was her turn to twirl the bottle around and around and watch it eagerly, curious whether she'd be destined to kiss another girl or a boy. When it landed on Kohaku her eyes widened briefly.
"Looks like you get an excuse to kiss the cute boy you brought," her friend whispered to her. She just shrugged her shoulder as she moved over next to her wide-eyed cousin.
"Kaede," he started quietly.
"It'll be over quickly," she whispered back before leaning forward to press her lips against his.
Both felt so wrong about feeling so good about it.
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Lawyers offices always gave him the creeps. Whoever decided that being a money-grabbing shit-fuck for a living like that didn't make any sense to him. The office was nice, there was a lot of high quality useless items to show off how good a lawyer he surely was but Inuyasha was unimpressed.
But if this spitfuck could keep him out of jail then so be it. He didn't want to go to prison. At all… and then the creeper finally came in. His skin was pale, his hair a slick black, and a ugly brown-red eyes. He had to take a whiff to verify that it was a human. Obviously, if he was Kagome's uncle.
They didn't smell alike at all really, not even a bit. Maybe he was an uncle through marriage, then again, when he looked at his ring finger he could tell it was empty. Whatever. Her family situation was hardly of interest to him. Other than the fact that she had an uncle, he didn't know much about her.
They had only had lunch a couple of times. It wasn't a big deal and he didn't want to make it one. Relationships were too complicated and risky for him. He was fine with just having random sex the rest of his life. He didn't need to connect with someone.
He didn't want someone in his life forever.
"This is going to be a difficult case," Onigumo started as he looked over a sheet of paper before letting his gaze shift to him. "Difficult, but doable. There is a fair argument that the other boy started the fight, that you were merely defending yourself."
"That's what happened," Inuyasha insisted, Kouga had started it. Not him.
To that, Onigumo just nodded before he set the file down and leaned back in his chair. He let his gaze shift up and down Inuyasha a couple of times. He could only guess what the scumbag lawyer was thinking, but he'd be right. The case was made more difficult because it was him, a mere hanyou, against a full-blood youkai and mayor's son.
"Kagome… recommended me, isn't that right?" Onigumo questioned.
"Yeah."
"How do you know my niece?"
"I met her at the library she works at, we got to talking, I told her about my problem and she mentioned that she has an uncle that's a good lawyer." That and her uncle would take on the case free of charge for her sake. He hoped that was true, the last thing he needed was a big bill.
"So you two are more of mere acquaintances?"
Yeah. You don't have to fucking worry, your dear, sweet, innocent as could be niece isn't associating herself full-time with a hanyou. That was what Inuyasha wanted to assert, anyway, but he didn't. He bit his tongue and just nodded his head. They were just that. They weren't friends.
"Well," he drew out as he swayed in his chair some and pushed a few papers around to organize his desk a bit. "For Kagome, I can do this for a third of the price I normally do."
A third? Fuck. Here he thought it'd be free.
"I'll let my secretary give you a quote on your way out, call me and tell me if you want me to represent you sooner rather than later."
And with that, they stood up, shook hands, and parted ways which was exactly what he preferred since that guy was just… creepy. He gave Inuyasha the goosebumps just being around him. But, then again, he instinctively hated all lawyers.
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Tokyo Metropolitan Library's hours were eight in the morning to eight at night. Generally, I found out that Kagome worked the noon to eight shift so once I was done with that creep-fuck of a lawyer I decided to head down to see if she was there. Not to thank her, if that's what you were thinking. Maybe if I mentioned that he's still going to make me pay she'll be able to call in a favor to get it for free.
Even for a third of the price, that dipshit was expensive. But… I guess, if I had to, I'd pay it. I really don't want to end up in jail. I've spent some time there, mostly just a couple of nights, but I did have to spend two months in a juvenile detention center when I was a teen for a fight that I got into at the group home.
I walked away with a broken arm and mild concussion, the other fucker - a pure-breed, a damn youkai - walked away with a couple of scratches and I was the one sent away for assault. Fuck. That's the exact same thing that's going to happen again… just this time it'd be longer for two months and much worse than that shitty little juvenile center.
Shit. I got beat up like fifty times in there. I can only imagine how much worse it'd be if I was stuck in a place filled with actual criminals. Murderers even. Just thinking about it gave me a shiver.
All that faded away briefly when I walked into the library and took a deep breath in. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and her scent was already all over the place. Damn. It was great, like a drug even.
And so damn close to Kikyou's. Usually, humans smelled decent or bad and the same went for youkais. Scents don't smell like flowers or warm vanilla or anything bullshit like that. Her perfume, body lotion, or whatever it was she used did smell like that but her real scent-the one underneath all that bullshit-was interesting. Different than most.
And I actually liked it.
I guess I'm a dick or something, because my intentions are purely to use Kagome. Use her to get her uncle to represent me in court and use her to get off as a substitute for Kikyou. That's probably mean, real mean, but fucking hell that's just the way shit is. The world sucks, get the fuck over it.
Everyone uses everyone else, that's just the way it is. If she didn't know that yet, then I think I'm doing her a favor by teaching her it.
"Hey," I greeted once I found her reorganizing some books in the back of the library. At first she didn't respond, then she put down another book and looked up. Then a smile slid across her lipstick-free lips. She didn't really wear any make-up, probably some cover-up or whatever to fix whatever blemishes she had, and a little mascara but otherwise she went with the natural look.
I'm not going to say she was drop dead gorgeous, that she had just a natural beauty about her that no one could compare to because that's utter bullshit. She was pretty, yeah, but if she tried harder-wore tighter clothes, things more interesting than sweaters and long skirts, and some make-up-then she'd be hot.
Like Kikyou, now that was a sexy women. One that could make a whole room of men stop in their tracks and stare, even let a little drawl drip down their lips over just the thought of her on top of them. Oh, that women had a gift.
Kagome could, too, if she only tried.
"Hey," she replied finally as she went back to work, "how is it going?"
"I just saw your uncle," I said and caught her cringe enough that the book she was putting away missed the mark of the shelf and fell to the ground. With a raised brow a bent down and picked it up to hand it back to her. Her once happy smile was replaced by a sheepish one. "You alright?"
"Yeah, sorry," she mumbled back as she took the book and put it away properly this time. "And…?"
"He said he'd take my case, that'd it'd be hard, and… he'd only charge me a third of the price as usual. Which is still a lot, stupid fucking lawyers." I gripped, watching her all the while. She didn't flinch again, she just seemed to focus fully on her job until all the books were put away.
"Yeah… at least a third is better than full price."
Do I really have to ask her if she'd call and ask him to make it no price?
"I," she slowly started, avoiding eye contact with me all the while so she could look around and make sure everything was perfect. "I haven't really spoken to my uncle in years… we aren't really close at all. He was my mom's brother-in-law through marriage, so he isn't even blood. He is a jerk, too."
I'd say asshole, but I figured she didn't curse. Little saintly Kagome, how I'd like to taint her. "I kinda figured that, you guys don't have the same scent."
She just nodded at that, "my aunt, my mom's younger sister, died when I was young in an accident."
"Sorry to hear that." Not really, I only said that because I knew it was the socially appropriate thing to do.
That's when a weird forced smile appeared on her face as her hazels shifted away from me again, "thanks. So… other than that, how are things going?"
"Fine, I guess," that was the main hitch in my life currently. Trying not to go to jail, and I'd say that's a pretty big fucking problem. Eh, there is one other thing, too. Kikyou and her constant teasing but I could hardly tell Kagome about that. "You look tired."
"I guess I am," she replied as she rubbed her eyes some. "I don't think I slept well last night."
"You don't work until noon, can't you sleep in until at least like ten thirty or something?"
"I could," she supposed but sighed all the same, "except for the fact that I have to get up at seven at the latest every morning to make my brother and sister breakfast or else they wouldn't eat. Then I have to make sure my annoyingly rebellious sister wears appropriate things to school or else she'll get sent home to change and then I have to walk my little brother to school. Usually, after that, I go back to sleep for a while but today I went to visit my grandpa…"
And that's when her words slowly trailed into silence. She smiled at me, honestly it would seem this time, before talking again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go on a rant like that."
Translation, she knew I didn't want to hear her life story. I hadn't asked a question, I had merely stated a fact. And from that fact I found out that she apparently has a younger sister and brother who she has to take care of and a grandpa. All of which, I could have lived without knowing.
"It's a'right," I answered anyway.
"So, I'm guessing you work tonight, huh?"
I shook my head at that, tonight was a free night. I usually got Sunday and Monday off since they tended to be the slower nights. Sometimes I'd get Sunday and Tuesday instead if some big function was going to take place or whatever. It just depended. But this Monday I was free.
"Really?" she asked as she looked at me again, "do you… want to come over to mine for dinner then? I was going to cook some tonkatsu and ramen."
Oh, fuck. She did just have to offer my favorite fucking meal or else I would have said no. I love tonktasu in ramen… an if I ate at hers, it'd be free. "Sure, yeah, I'll come over."
"Great," she chimed with a grand smile, "I'm going to get back to work, but how about you come over at say nine?"
I just nodded at that. Nine… at nine I'd be at her house pretending we were friends or something. I wonder, is she friendly to all the random people that accuse her of being an escort or is it just me?
A/N: Told you it was a Kagome/Inuyasha story, it's just Inuyasha isn't fully aware of that. I know it's not realistic or whatever for Kagome to have split personality like that and all but it's just a fictional story. It's for fun. So, yeah, in case it wasn't clear, Kikyou and Kagome are one and the same.
Hope you are enjoying the story and please review. I appreciate any length of review, long or short.