{_.:.A Doll For All.:._}
{_.Chapter 04: Night Reconnaissance._}
Tonkatsu and ramen are my favorite dishes ever, or else I wouldn't be walking up the stairs to get to Kagome's apartment. I really haven't any interest in forming any sort of emotional attachment to her, or even pretending like it. I don't do relationships in less there is sex - and lots of it - but it' clear with Kagome that won't be the case.
In less… she's one of those kinky quiet girls, the ones that act all sweet and innocent yet have one hell of a naughty side to her. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought while I walked up to the door to knock. It took a while before the door opened up and what I saw confused me - nothing. How could a door open up by itself?
"Are you Inuyasha?" finally got me to look down to see a kid standing there.
Right, she mentioned she had a little brother but she didn't mention that he was so… little. He looked maybe seven or eight, and she was in her mid twenties, so that was one hell of an age difference. What the hell was her mom thinking?
"Yeah, that's me," I said slackly, "you're Kagome's kid brother?"
He nodded before he stepped aside to let me in, "I'm Souta."
"Nice to meet ya'," not that I really meant it. I didn't really give a rat's ass who the kid was but he led me to the kitchen anyway where Kagome was cooking away. It smelled so damn good in there, I salivated right away.
"You're cute," caught my attention rather quickly as my stare shifted from Kagome cooking over the oven to a teenage girl who sat at the counter rather provocatively, too. I wasn't into jail bait, but the way she had her shirt unbuttoned to expose her lacy bra beneath did intrigue me some. I could see the family resemblance between Kagome and her, except for the fact that she put way more effort into her appearance. If Kagome tried that hard, too, she'd be just as hot.
But, like I said, I am not into jail bait aged kids. The last thing I need is a statuary rape charge on top of everything else.
"Ya' know, as far as hanyous go," she just had to add with a small shrug.
Yeah, yeah, you little bitch, I'm aware that being a fucking hanyou ain't the greatest goddamn thing in the goddamn world. You can just go jump off a fucking bridge for all I care.
"Kaede," Kagome snapped right away before shooting her the most unfriendly look I had ever seen on her face - and that was really saying something, since I once accused her of being a hooker.
"Are you fucking my sister?" Kaede taunted with a sly smirk, "you need to be very gentle with her, I'm pretty sure she's a virgin."
Virgin, huh? I could see that. She seemed like the type that would keep her legs together until after the wedding. Gods… how fucking annoying.
"Kaede," Kagome almost shouted again, "if you are going to be rude then you'll go to your room."
"You know what's annoying?" Kaede seemed to ask me, ignoring Kagome's threat all together. "How just because my mom died a couple of years back Kagome suddenly thinks she inherited the title." Then her attention shifted to said women, "you aren't my mom, you're just my sister, so you should act like it."
"Who pays the bills around here? Who pays for you to go to school? Who pays to keep food on the table?" Kagome questioned harshly, "I do, so until you start pitching in around here I'll act however I want. Now I'm warning you, Kaede either start acting proper or you won't be eating with us."
"Ha, see if I care," Kaede countered with a wave of her hand as she slid off her stool and walked away.
"She's a charmer," I sarcastically muttered before taking the seat that she had left, to that Kagome just shook her head. "She's, what? Seventeen, eighteen?"
"Seventeen, where you a rebellious to your parents at that age?"
"My parents were dead by the time I turned seventeen," I answered, I knew what was to come and it did - she cringed and gave me an ever so apologetic look. "It's alright," I said before she could say sorry, "shit like that happens."
"Shit?" Souta awed, and it was my turn to cringe before I glanced over to the boy sitting at the table already. I didn't even notice the kid was still around.
"Don't curse around him, he's only nine," ordered Kagome.
Nine? I had thought for sure he was seven, he must just be small for his age. Still, a nine year old, a seventeen year old, and a twenty-six year old? Those are pretty big age gaps, almost nine years each way, her mom must have started pretty damn early.
"So," I whispered as I slid my stool closer to her, gaining her attention, I just had to tease her. "Are you really a virgin?"
Instantly, red seeped into her cheek as she stuttered, "m-my sex life is none of your business."
"Or lack thereof?" I guessed.
"You're so crude," she commented with a shake of her head.
"Yeah," I grinned, "but you knew that before you invited me over for dinner."
"That's true," she supposed as she gathered up the plates and began to serve out the dish, "go sit down, I'll bring the food over."
The polite thing to do would have been to offer to help but I didn't, I just nodded and walked over to sit down. I caught Souta staring at me quickly enough - people stared at me a lot, the whole hanyou thing was discomforting to them. So, I gave him a dull stare and asked, "what?"
"Your ears are cool," he said to my surprise, "do you have really good hearing?"
To that I just nodded.
"You're a dog hanyou, right? So do you have really good smell, too?"
"Yeah, I do."
"That's cool," he stated with a smile.
He was only nine, so he probably didn't know how uncool it was to be a hanyou yet. Any thought about that, though, was cast aside as soon as the tonkatsu and ramen was placed in front of me.
And, if you were wondering, yeah, the food was really worth suffering through a family meal.
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It was torturous, the way she swayed to the music across the room perfectly within his sight. Her red halter dress that night hugged her curves just right, delicately covering up boastful breasts yet exposing just enough to show anyone that she had plenty to see. All of which bounced with each beat.
While he tried to restrain himself, he still found his grip tightening on the counter and himself biting back a groan. His focus should have been on work, should have been on any of the numerous customers waiting for a drink that night, but he couldn't pry his golden gaze from her body.
And she knew it, too. That was why, every once and a while, she flashed him a sly smile - a taunting one, a you can't have me one. She only enforced that notion by dancing against any of the numerous men that tried to court her that night. The way her body rubbed upon them only made him want to leap over the counter and pry them apart but…
"Fucking hell," wasn't what caught his attention, the way his fellow bar tender that night grabbed his shoulder and yanked him to his sense was. "Work, Inuyasha."
"Right," he muttered back, glaring at the asshole Bankotsu all the same, before returning to his task at hand. Making drinks for rich ass snobs that never tipped. Still, his stare shifted away from what he was mixing every other minute up to find where she had gone - his sensual she-devil.
When the rush slowed down, he was able to return his stare solely to her again. Luckily, she made it easier for him then since she walked up to the bar to lean against the counter right in front of him. The way she did so, too, was a treat. He could see her perfect mounds just right, enough to entice him more, yet not enough to satisfy the burning need she arise in him.
"Hey, you," she began with her smirk of a smile.
"Inuyasha," he grumbled, "it's Inuyasha. I've told you a million fucking times already."
"Right," she drew out as she tilted her head some and let her gaze shift up his body, "I hear you did a very naughty thing - that you might even go to jail?"
"Does that turn you on?" he mocked.
The way she said, "yeah" then bit her lip made him falter, his hand slipped off of the counter. He had meant to be the one teasing her yet she threw it right back in his face. That time he groaned relentlessly.
Then a pout arose on her lips, "legal trouble is the worst, and with the mayor's son of all people? You know… Inuyasha," he almost shivered from just hearing her say his name, "I could get him to drop the charges."
"I doubt that," he grumbled back.
"I can be," she slowly started as she leaned closer, he obliged her by doing the same until she could whisper the last bit in his sensitive ears, "very persuasive."
Oh, gods, how he believed that.
"Are you doing this because you like me, Kikyou?" he inquired ever so cockily as he pulled back to show her his smirk.
In reply to that, she just gave him a dull look and said sarcastically, "I'd be ever so bored without you around to amuse me. Play with you is the most fun I have."
"You are a bitch," he stated.
"And you love it," she countered before someone called her name and drew her away from him. Someone being a man. A man that got to take her home that night… a man that Inuyasha would have loved to be. Just one night with her, that was all it would take, and then all the built of frustration in him - the damn infatuation - would die.
Fucking hell, that woman would be the death of him.
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All night - all fucking night - I had trouble sleeping once I got home from work. All I could think about was the way her dress wrapped around her curves. The way she danced… the way she smelled… all the different ways I wanted to fuck her. I was able to blow off some steam the old fashion way, but that hardly helped.
I didn't want my hand, I wanted her on top of me - or below me - or, hell, just on me.
I couldn't even sleep in like I usually did, so I was up and out of my apartment by noon and wandered around for a couple of hours. I needed the fresh air. I needed to stretch my legs. I needed any fucking thing that would get my mind off of that hotter than hell hooker.
That was probably the only reason why, when I caught whiff of Souta's scent with a hint of blood, I decided to go see what was going on. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given a fuck. But I followed it - the weird scent that it was, he smelled a lot more like Kagome than he did Kaede. It led me straight to some sort of daycare, it must be where he had to go after school until Kagome could come pick him up.
Or maybe that dead beat other sister of his, that little fucker pissed me off.
It wasn't hard to find Souta once I got there, he was sitting right outside of it. He had a scratch on his knee, hence the blood, and a saddened look upon his face. I really didn't care about much, but seeing a kid so small like that look so sad… fuck. It reminded me too much of when I was a kid.
"Hey," I greeted, startling him so much that he jumped some.
"Oh, hi," he replied, settling down once he realized it was just me. "What are you doing here…?"
"I was just passing by."
"What's with the scratches?" I asked as I pointed to them, "you fall or something?"
He frowned at that before he shook his head and mumbled, "'cause I'm small for my age… I get picked on a lot."
Again, that struck a chord with me. I got beat up all the fucking time when I was growing up. It was because I was different, just like him, so I sat down on the curb next to him.
"I don't have parents like the rest of them, too, so they make fun of me for it…"
Yeah, that sounded about right, nothing is crueler than kids that come from good homes sometimes. I used to get called all sorts of bad things growing up, from Satanist worshipper of all things evil, to poseur, to a fucking bastard.
"Want me to teach you how to defend yourself?"
"Would you?" he asked, gleefully, as he looked up at me with hope in his eyes.
"Yeah, get up," I ordered as I did the same. "Plant your feet firmly on the ground when they come at you so you have some support." He did so, then I showed him how to raise his hands to protect his vitals, "then you do this if they try to hit you. You want me to show you how to hit back?"
Before he got the chance to answer, a caretaker from the daycare came out with one hell of a nasty look on her face - directed purely at me, too. "What are you doing? Stay away from that child!" She ordered as she grabbed Souta to protect him from me - the big, bad, hanyou. "What are you doing with this child?"
What are you, some kind of pervert? that's what she meant to say. I would have told her to fuck off but Souta stepped in instead.
"He's not a stranger, he's my big sister's friend - Inuyasha. We know each other." Souta insisted.
All the same, the women gave me a harsh look and shook her head with disapproval before grabbing Souta's hand and leading him back in. He shot me a sorry look, a pout, and waved goodbye before going back in.
I have to say, I was impressed that the kid stood up for me like that. Being what I am… that rarely ever happens.
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His grunts and groans only intensified with the way their bodies united. His blood rushed below, his gut twisted and turned with painstaking desire, and nothing pleased him more than the way she was in utter disarray below him on the bed. Her hair was a mess, her make-up somewhat smeared, and her body glistening in sweat.
It was just the way he liked his women.
She was pinned to the bed, her cheek against the pillow, her breasts against the covers, and her hips high in the air to allow him to please himself his favorite way. Her moans, her cries, her words of encouragement all worked perfectly to keep him going.
He even howled with delight at times.
His pace quickened with the way his body begged him for the release that only she could give him. It wasn't until he felt her clench around him, rippling with delight, and her cry of utter delight - of his name, of Kouga - milked him dry.
Exhausted yet ever so satisfied, he collapsed by side her on the bed, grinning like a fool as if he had just conquered a great mountain. It took her no time at all to recover, to roll off of the bed, to grab her dress and slip it back on or for her to walk across the room to the book shelf.
"What are ya' doing, babe?" he questioned with a cocky grin, "don't you want another go? You seemed to be enjoying yourself so much."
"Seemed to, didn't I?" She questioned with her own sly smile as she opened one of the books that just so happened to have a cord attached to it to expose a camera within it. "I get paid to seem like I enjoy a lot of things."
"What the fuck?" he hissed as he swiftly stood up to stomp over to her and snatch the camera and book away from her - ripping the cord out of it at the same time.
"So, here's the deal," she started as she waved her finger to keep him from physically harming her as she could tell he wanted to do. "That camera was streaming live to a computer at a friend of mine's -"
"You're blackmailing me, bitch?" he hissed with narrowed blue eyes.
"Exactly," she chimed, "so happy you understand. You can't stop this plot of genius but no one has bought the rights yet to the mayor's son sex tape. I'm sure that'd hurt your daddy in the polls next time around."
"You want money?" he growled, "stupid, fucking, slut."
"Believe me, I have enough of that," she answered with a wink, "I'm very good at what I do, so I get paid generously."
"Then what the fuck do you want?"
"A friend of a friend of mine is being charged for assaulting you," she started with a fake frown, "I want you to drop the charges or I release the tape to the highest bidder."
"That fucking hanyou?" he asked, "how the fuck do I know that if I do that you won't just sell the tape anyway?"
To that, she just shrugged a bit as she walked over to pick up her clutch and slid on her heels. "I guess, you don't, but you know that if you don't then it will get out. You have twenty-four hours to make a decision."
And, with that, she left him stunned and sizzling mad. He was ready - so fucking ready - to kill someone over this but… but… his father would utterly murder him if that tape got out. If his polls were hurt over something he did then he would have to say goodbye to his trust fund and all the money it held.
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I had nothing to do that day, that ever so boring Thursday before I went to work, so I guess I found myself at the apartment complex that Kagome lived in. I didn't mean to, there was a ramen shop near it that I liked and had just ate at. Really, that's all.
But since I was there I decided to buzz the apartment and see if anyone was there. When I heard a familiar, "hello?"
I replied with, "hey, Souta, it's Inuyasha."
"Inuyasha!" he answered, eagerly, before I heard the ring that meant the door was temporarily unlocked so I could go up to the tenth floor. I didn't really have to knock, the door opened up automatically so I could see a smiling Souta there. "Hi!"
"Hey," I answered ,"so, should you really be letting me up without Kagome's permission?"
"I'm here," I heard from a distance, she was within the apartment but I don't know where.
"What are you doing here?" Souta eagerly asked me as he let me into the apartment, he shut the door behind me.
"I was nearby so I decided to stop by and see if anyone was here," I answered with a small shrug.
"I was just about to take Souta out to the park," Kagome said once she came into view - even on her days off she wore librarian boring clothing. A pair of not-so-tight jeans and a plain green t-shirt, it wasn't even tight on her boastful breasts. I need to take this woman clothe shopping or something for fuck's sake. I bet her underwear collection is really boring, too.
"Do you want to come?" he asked enthusiastically.
I nodded, "sure."
"Souta told me about how he saw you the other day," Kagome began as we walked a bit behind Souta on the way to the park that wasn't far from their apartment. "I know he has it rough sometimes at school... but he was really happy when he came home that day. He told me how you were nice to him and taught him how to defend himself a little, even. Thank you for that, I really appreciate it."
"It's not a problem," I assured her. It wasn't like it did it for her anyway, though if she wanted to think that was it then I wasn't going to correct her. Maybe I'd eventually get something in return if she was really grateful. Doubtful, I know, but there's always hope.
"I know… how hard it is for him," she started up, ever so softly, once more when we got to the park and Souta had wandered off to play with some of his friends that were also there. "It's just me and Kaede, two girls, he doesn't have any guy to look up to in his life."
"What happened to your dad?" I asked, the other night at dinner I heard that her mother died but not a damn thing on her dad.
"He died eight years ago, a heart attack…"
"Sorry to hear it," and, a bit, I really was. I did feel sort of sorry for the girl that sat next to me on the bench. She was only twenty-six but raising her a teenager and a nine year old by herself - apparently paying for everything herself, too. That's got to be tough. I always thought it was hard enough to get by on my own… if I had to look out for others I doubt I would do half as good of a job as she did.
She tried, really hard, and I did respect her some for that. She was blatantly a good person, and all I wanted to do was use her as a surrogate for Kikyou. I know that makes me a dick, but that's just fucking life. I've always been an asshole, I probably always will be.
"You said," she cautiously brought up as she sheepishly looked to me, "at dinner the other night… that your parents passed away before you were seventeen?"
"Well, my mom was, she died when I was about ten," I explained as I looked to her, "I don't know who my father is. He was never a part of my life. As far as I'm concerned, he's dead."
Kagome just nodded to that before her hazels wandered around until she could find Souta once more. "Sometimes life really sucks, huh?"
"Yeah," I couldn't help but also sigh at the thought. Sometimes life really fucking sucked - particularly when all Kikyou did was tease me. But, then again, she was helpful in her own way, too.
"Hey, you!"
I ignored the shout but Kagome turned her attention to the hot-headed asshole that was shouting and stomping his way over to us. It wasn't until I smelled the horrible wolf youkai scent until I stood up to stare the motherfucker Kouga down. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Language," Kagome whispered harshly, "there are children all over the place."
"Don't act like some goddamn saint," Kouga barked as he narrowed his eyes on her before turning his heated blues to Inuyasha. "You're a class act, asshole, getting your girlfriend here to fuck me so I'd drop the charges."
I grinned at that, I had known for a day now that I was out of that legal trouble, thanks to a little blackmail job that Kikyou had done. Damn, I adored that woman.
"Excuse me?" Kagome gasped, absolutely insulted at the idea that she would fuck anyway - or maybe, that he called her my girlfriend. "I've never met you before in my life!"
"I know your scent," he snapped, "don't fucking lie me."
The utter shock and appalled look on her face, on top of the general innocence she seemed to radiant, did get Kouga to falter some - I could tell. Since, as soon as he got a good look at her, he had a confused look on his face. His eyes narrowed on her some before he said, "you… aren't Kikyou?"
"She's Kagome," I said, "and I'm pretty damn sure she's never met you before in her life."
That, and she's a virgin, so I couldn't get her to make a sex tape with Kouga for my sake.
"What have you been doing?" Kagome asked me rather harshly as she folded her arms and gave me one hell of a glare. "Why am I always getting mixed up with that whore you know?"
"Ow," Kouga drew out with a cocky ass smirk, "sounds like there's trouble in paradise."
"Fuck off," I ordered only to receive a smack upside my head from Kagome of all people.
"What part of reframe from cursing don't you understand? There are children all around us!"
To that, I just rolled my eyes.
"Hey, babe," Kouga started as he stepped between Kagome and me, "why don't I take you out to lunch as an apology for my rude behavior?"
"Why would I want to go to lunch with you?" Kagome inquired before she shook her head and walked off to the other side of the park where Souta had started to play soccer at.
"You're girlfriend is good looking, too damn good for a mutt like you," Kouga stated when he looked back at me, "I just might need to steal her from ya'."
"Good luck with that," I grumbled back. There wasn't anything to steal. Kagome wasn't mine, but I didn't have to worry about her getting with Kouga, either. At least, I don't think so.
With that, Kouga finally left on his way to wherever the fuck he was going and I slowly made my way over to the still sizzling Kagome. She only glared at me once I reached her side. A while of that, she said, "what was that all about?"
"An escort that works at the hotel I tend the bar at heard about my legal problems and she said she would help me out. So she did a little something-something an now he dropped the charges," I explained. She was disgusted, I could tell, but she'd only be more disgusted when I told her what that something-something was.
"I can't complain, at least I'm not going to jail," I added.
To which, she merely rolled her eyes, but she let me stay with her the rest of the day. It took a hour for her to cool off and another thirty minutes before she started to talk to me again. I'm really not sure why I waited around that long but I did.
I really don't know what I'm doing anymore.
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