{_.:.A Doll For All.:._}
{_.Chapter 07: Runs In the Family._}
I love Kagome's home cooked meals and that's the only reason I agreed to go to her place. She had already warned me that if I went to dinner at hers that night then I would have to suffer through meeting someone else in her family. It's not like we're dating… also, I've never been forced to meet the family.
I just don't like that type of shit.
But, like I said, I love Kagome's cooking. Other than the times I go over to eat at hers I don't have home cooked food—ever. I don't mind Souta or Kagome so it's not that bothersome usually. Kaede, that little bitch, isn't there often.
Still… my stomach is a leading cause of half the shit I do so I decided to suck it up and go.
"Inuyasha!" Souta shouted as soon as the door was opened, though it was his older sister Kagome that did so. He was just eagerly behind her jumping up and down.
"Hi," she said with a smile as she stepped aside to let me in. "I'm glad you came."
"Yeah, me, too," I say that to her a lot and never mean it, but whatever. I just smiled at her and walked over to greet Souta with a pat on the head. I know he's not a dog, but it makes him happy anyway.
"Two of my cousins are here, one brought her son," Kagome declared.
"Is that all you meant when you said family?" I asked as I glanced back at her. That wasn't as bad as I had originally thought. I was dreading the possibility of that creepy ass uncle of hers showing up. He was a useless lawyer in the end.
"They're the only ones we're close with," she explained before nodded her head to lead me to the table. At first, my eyes locked onto the food. I could smell its delicious scent from the moment I stepped onto her floor then—reluctantly—my gaze shifted up to each person as Kagome introduced them.
"This is my cousin Kohaku," she started while she pointed to a teenage kid—weak looking and pale, too. But it was the next that got my eyes to nearly pop out of my head. "And my other cousin, Sango."
Her eyes, too, widened when they locked with mine.
Shit.
That's not good… I fucked Kagome's cousin. Fuck my life. That's just my luck.
"And her son, Koichi," was the last one but I barely noticed the little runt. For a while everything was quite until I felt Kagome's delicate touch force me to look at her faint smile, "aren't you going to sit?"
"Yeah," I muttered before I slowly took the only spot open at the table—the one right across from fucking Sango. Maybe, just maybe, I have an advantage here. Her cousin couldn't know she was a call girl, so maybe Sango won't tell on me so that I won't tell on her? Yeah… hopefully.
All dinner long Sango never mentioned our sex session. Though, I did catch more than one dirty look from her. I really shouldn't have asked—but it was the only way I'd know if she would eventually tell Kagome or not.
So, I dared to inquire, "so… Sango, what do you do?"
"I work at a night club so I can spend the days with Koichi," she explained while she forced a smile.
Good, if everyone thought she worked at a night club then she wouldn't mention that she our fling or else she knew I could tell Kagome she was a call girl. As soon as the food was gone I got stuck alone with her. Kagome had taken the dishes to the kitchen to clean up whole Kohaku took the two young boys to the living room to play… it was awkward to say the least.
"You are dating my cousin?" Sango swiftly, yet softly, asked as she walked around the table to sit down next to me.
Fuck.
"We ain't dating," I retorted.
"For Kagome this is practically dating," she rejoined with narrowed eyes. "I can't believe you slept with me when you were already with Kagome."
I hate that, why do people say that they slept together? Particularly when there was no sleeping involved. We had sex then left. That's all.
"When we fucked I wasn't dating Kagome, I still ain't," I insisted.
"Whatever," she muttered bitterly. "If you ever hurt her I'll kill you."
"Alright, fine, I give you permission to do so," I grumbled just to appease the heated woman. In all honesty, I didn't want to hurt Kagome… but I really don't consider whatever we are doing as dating, either. If we aren't dating then I don't have to stop having sex with other people.
That's that.
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As it so happened with weeknights that didn't start with a 'Th' or 'F' the bar was closed. It was so… boring when there were only a couple dozen drunks to serve. Even the call girls had trouble arousing business, but in the end if Inuyasha had to make a bet who was going to make the most that night—between the bartender and the whores—well, that was an easy bet to make.
The pretty ladies would always win. It really wasn't so surprising how much rich men thought with their dicks before they did their heads. He knew it was a truly slow night when his boss came to sit at the bar to drink.
"Hey, remember that call girl I hooked up with?" Inuyasha inquired while he leaned against the counter to be at eye-level with Miroku.
"They prefer to be called escorts, Inuyasha," Miroku replied in a mutter as he lifted his drink to his lips.
"Whatever, anyway, turns out she's Kagome's cousin. It freaked the shit out of me at first. We were both at dinner at her place last night but then we got to talkin' and it turns out she's not half bad," he admitted with a shrug of his shoulder as his golden gaze glimpsed about the lounge in hopes of catching sight of the ever so sensual Kikyou yet… there wasn't a trace of her.
"Oh?" Miroku dryly said. He better not be going where he thought he might… his best friend could not get with Sango—not again.
Never again.
"I kinda feel sorry for her," he declared with a shrug of his shoulder. "Obviously hookers—"
"Escort," Miroku corrected again.
"—always have a fucked up past or else they wouldn't become pro-sex chicks but she's got a seriously messed up one. Enough that even I feel sorry for her," which was, really, an amazing feat since Inuyasha rarely cared about anything or anyone else to feel for them. Especially pity since he went through enough shit on his own.
"Why do you feel sorry for her?" Miroku reluctantly asked.
"She has it rough, her mom died when she was really young so she pretty much had to raise her younger brother all by herself only to see her father gunned down in front of them when she was just eighteen. She had to give up a soccer scholarship to a college in Hokkadio so she could take care of Kohaku—her kid brother. Then she gets knocked up and her own family—but Kohaku and Kagome—disowned her."
"What?" Miroku gasped, "why?"
"Traditional family," he stated, "it's not kosher to get knocked up and never marry the guy. I guess he's a dead-beat, too, and pretty non-existent in the kids life. She's gotta be real strong to put up with all that and raise her toddler. He's a happy child."
Well… he was a shit. Miroku never knew any of that. He knew nothing about the mother of his son, did he? "Why are you having a heart-to-heart with an escort?" Miroku cautiously inquired with narrowed eyes, "do you want to have an actual relationship with her?"
"Hell no," Inuyasha retorted, "I've got another women problems just dealing with Kagome and Kikyou. I don't need the added drama of that girl's life."
"Touching," Miroku muttered while he stood up and tapped the counter, "will you tell me if Sango shows up?"
"Why?"
"Just do it, I'm your boss, remember?" Miroku kept up with a forced smile before he walked away.
Almost right after he left said "escort" reappeared on the arm of a rather ugly middle aged man. Together they sat at the end of the bar and since he was the only keeper there he had to go take their order. When he did so, Sango even smiled at him—slightly, at least. He didn't bother her until the man parted so he went down to pick up the glasses left behind.
"Enjoying your night?" he questioned.
"No," she grumbled, "he had terrible BO."
He parted his lips to say something but he fell mute at the sight of his guilty-pleasure goddess walking into the room in her draping red dress. He couldn't help but let his eyes assault her body before Sango snapped him out of it.
"You too, huh?" she sighed. "Everyone is so infatuated with her. She thinks she's so high and mighty, too, since she doesn't ever give any of us her info. Usually, we have every else's number for our own protection but she won't even socialize with us outside of work."
"She's hot," Inuyasha insisted.
"You are with Kagome," she stated stiffly. "Don't forget that, you asshole."
"I don't love Kikyou, I loath her," he scoffed, "the bitch tied me up to a bed, naked, and left me until maid found me. Stupid bitch."
"That's hilarious," she laughed. "That serves you right—was that before or after Kagome and you started up?"
"We aren't anything," he rejoined bitterly. "Kagome and I have never been on a date."
"What would you call that library thing?"
"A library thing that she asked me to go to," he asserted, "it wasn't a date."
"For Kagome, that's a date," Sango slowly said, as if he was a daft five year old.
"She needs to state that," he demanded as he slammed his hand down, "I'm not tied to some monogamous relationship."
"Sure you are," she countered, "Souta adores you. You wouldn't want to do something that would hurt him, do you? Anything you do that will hurt Kagome will hurt Souta."
Regrettably, and really it was, she got him there… he liked Souta, a lot. Still, he really didn't want to continue on that conversation so he swiftly changed the subject, "Miroku wanted me to tell him if you showed up tonight."
That seemed to surprise him as she stared at him for a while before sitting up straight and asking, "why?"
"I don't know, I figured you would know, is he a client of yours?"
"Nope," she chimed before smiling slyly, "no… Kikyou is his call girl of choice."
"What?" he grumbled with narrowed eyes.
"You don't know much about your best friend, do you?"
He just gripped the glasses that he was supposed to clean a bit too rough then which sparked her to give him a lame excuse.
"We had sex once," she explained with a roll of her eyes, "biggest mistake of my life."
"You want me to forget to call him?" Inuyasha offered.
"Please do," she requested before she tapped on the counter and stood up, "I get to go home now, have a good night, Inuyasha."
"Bye," he muttered back.
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Oh, I was fuming when I left work that night and—weirdly enough—I wanted to see Kagome. For some reason, I figured she could make me feel better but… then I realized that's stupid. How could she? Also, she has a pretty strict 'no night time visit' policy.
So I had to wait until the next day to go bother her at work. She's never done it to me but I find myself doing it to her more often than not. It would be very bad if she did decide to show up at work and happen to see me drawl all over Kikyou or… well, find out that her cousin is a hooker.
Kagome is a sweet girl, obviously, but I don't know if she could accept that. She went against the Higurashi family to stand by her cousin when she got knocked up at the young age of nineteen and didn't get married to the man but… stand by a sex worker? I don't know if she'd accept that.
I won't ever tell her about Sango, though, as long as Sango never tells her that we fucked.
"Hey," she chimed with a smile once she looked up from the book she was reading. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing, so I decided to come bother you," I answered with a grin as I leaned on the counter between us.
"Well, you must be very bored to come to a library," she answered then tilted her head to glance over me and frown. "What's wrong?"
"What makes you think anything is wrong?"
"You don't just come here if there's nothing wrong," she countered—and had a valid point, at that.
But… I didn't know how to explain it exactly. I guess the best way was this: "I have a friend, a good friend, who is apparently keeping stuff from me. A certain really important thing."
"Have you talked to him about that?"
"Not yet," I muttered, "I haven't seen him since I found out."
"I think you should do that," she advised before asking, "so who is this good friend of yours? I haven't met any of your friends."
"I haven't met any of yours," I countered.
"My family is my friends," she answered with a shrug of her shoulder. "Sango, Kohaku, Koichi and Souta. I don't really have much time for a life outside of them."
"So," I drew out with a raised brow, "you want me to meet Miroku?"
"Is that your good friend?"
He's really my only friend but we didn't have to get into that, so I just nodded.
"Great," she giddily smiled before she closed the book and did something that shocked me—she leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek.
In public.
In her work place.
Where people could see.
Oh… shit.
Sango was right… I think I'm dating Kagome.
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