Her Scent
Chapter 4
Summary: Whoever she is, that woman's scent alone drives me insane. I'm dying to see what she looks and feels like. I pounded my body harshly against the metal door, slowly breaking the frame. When I finally get to her, she's mine. Patients is a Virtuefrom Inuyasha's point of view.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha... blah blah blah.
Note: Because this is from Inuyasha's perspective, things are going to be a lot different with the certain parts of the story. Inuyasha's mind is much more graphic than Kagome's.
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Now that our bad pasts and deepest secrets were out of the way, I could work on bonding with her more on a friendship level... or more.
"I'm gonna go get the dye, you stay in here and watch Law and Order, or whatever the hell you like." Kagome said as I lunged on her living room sofa. As curious as I was of her surroundings, I promised her I wouldn't touch anything in her freakishly clean home. She promised to give me Cinese if I kept my promise. She'd never know if I touched anything in her while she was gone, but I'd never break a promise to her. Then again, she probably would notice if even the tiniest things went amiss in her house—she kept everything so tidy.
"Here's the phone. Call me if you need anything, and only me. No other phone calls and if it rings, don't answer it. I'll check the caller ID when I get home anyway." She handed me her number and the phone. Even though I knew I'd be around her eighty percent of the time, it was... just so great to have her number...
In all honesty, I was intimidated by the thought of dying my hair. I never really cared when people did it, but there were often times when hair didn't turn out the desired color. And I didn't want to give up my amazing hair color.
"Have fun. Won't the clerk think it's weird that you have shiny black hair and you're buying black hair dye?"
"Not as weird as me telling him I have a friend with silver hair who wants black hair."
...a friend with silver hair...
...friend... I didn't realize I said it out loud until we were smiling at each other.
She told me to watch Law and Order, and admittedly, it was a good show, but I had something more... entertaining... in mind.
Anyways...
I finished for the second time when she pulled into the garage. I ran in the downstairs bathroom to clean myself up and sat on the couch with what I hoped was a casual expression just as she walked in. "What's up?" I asked. I smelled the food. She described it as greasy bullshit but I thought it was mouthwatering.
Not nearly as mouthwatering as she smelled, but yes.
She was holding a brown paper bag that had the food in it, and two plastic bags. She pulled hair products out of one of them and handed them to me. I also reached for the brown bag and pulled out the stuff. "Do you wanna dye your hair now or later?"
Uh! But I love my hair! Whatever. It's not like I'm getting it cut off. And after what I was just doing, I wouldn't mind having her hands on me. "Now, I suppose. Just to get it out of the way, 'ya know?" I took a bite of the egg roll; I always loved them.
"Okay but I'm gonna wash your hair first."
Damn. I was hungry... I set down the things as she led me up the steps. She did some things with all the handles in the tub and turned on the water. I watched her every move without looking at her. I pretended to stare off into space, but I could still see her very clearly through even the corner of my eye.
"You might want to take your shirt off." she said. I did as she instructed and she lightly grabbed my neck and I leaned over the edge of the tub. I almost fell asleep while she was washing my hair. Her slender fingers worked through my hair like a massage, and the warm water added to the nice sensation. When she was done, she seated me on the toilet and mussed my hair with a towel. I threw my shirt back on while she went downstairs and I wrapped the towel around my hair.
When I went downstairs she was waiting for me in the kitchen, paper towels set under the chair she wanted me to sit it, a mirror against the counter. I couldn't help making a face when I noticed a pair of scissors in her hand.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna cut a couple inches off your hair."
"No, you're not." I said sternly. "You said you were gonna dye my hair; you said nothing about cutting."
"Look, I'll trim it at the least. There's not too many men in Tokyo with hair as long as yours. You have to look normal."
"Men in Tokyo have short hair but beards going past their balls—I'm sure I'll fit in." I snapped. The main reason I didn't want my hair trimmed was because Kikyo always had that stupid trim look, refusing to let her hair grow any longer, and it was probably longer than Kagome's.
Now that the subject was brought to my attention, I noticed how lovely Kagome's hair style was. Parted neatly so her most of her bangs hung down the left side of her pretty face, the smaller amount of bangs pushed behind her right ear. It was layered nicely, too. The bottom layer sat right above her butt, the shorter layer a couple inches shorter than that. Her raven locks were straight, but slightly wavy, and curling at the tips, looking like she just got it done at a salon.
While she started my hair, I couldn't help imaginging what her hair would be like during sex, flowing gracefully with her body's fluid movement, frizzy and wild from me running my fingers through it, some of it sticking to her weaty skin. My eyes closed as I relaxed and let her fingers rub what ever the fuck cream into my hair, reaching a whole new level of peace.
"Watch the ears," I said quietly. She was doing a fantastic job, but her fingers made slower movements after my comment. When she was done, she immediately started cleaning the paper off the floor. I wanted to help her, but my curiosity got the best of me and I approached the mirror.
As I've probably stated before, I'm not really a self conscious person... except when it comes to Kagome. But damn! I looked good! I ran my fingers through my now raven hair, fascinated with how awesome it looked. Kagome was staring on me, her expression slightly frustrated. Maybe she thought I wouldn't like it since I was against it at first? I turned to smile at her. "I like it." I said happily.
"You're welcome." she sounded upset. "You look great, I might add." She smiled suddenly.
"Thank you." I wrapped my arms around her. "I think I can pull this off. But I'll admit, if I see Hojo, I don't think I'll be able to control my anger. I will kill him, but believe me, he's the only person I want to kill. I don't wanna hurt anybody else."
"I can understand that." she was staring at my ears and I instinctively flattened them. When she smiled in encouragement, I ruffled her hair in thanks and brought my ears back up. "Sorry." she pushed in my chair and went for the stairs without saying a word.
"Where are you going?"
"To take a shower... Maybe you should get in too?"
I felt my heart stop and a big, stupid grin stretch across my face. "Really? Give me a minute."
"No! You should get in the guest shower." she said. I was embarrassed. I thought she meant I could get in with her! Ugh!
"You little tease..." I said too low for her to hear and smiled at myself. She was so little and innocent, she probably didn't even know how much she was getting to me. How sexually frustrated I get just at the thought of her.
I felt myself start to harden... again and ran upstairs to tame myself. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was naked in the house at the same time I was... And I couldn't help wondering what parts of her fine self she was washing at whatever moment. The mental pictures I got were turning me on even harder. I heard her turn off her shower before I was done. When I was done masturbating for what seemed like the hundredth time, I actually washed up and wandered into my bedroom. I just threw on a pair of pants and searched for deodorant. I couldn't find any! I'd probably still smell like soap so I just went downstairs... Not wearing boxers would remain my little secret.
Kagome looked cute as ever, of course, in her cozy little slippers and her little jammie shorts and tank top. Her skin was very smooth and pale. I spied my stuff on the couch beside her and spotted deodorant. I rubbed some on and went straight for an eggroll.
I thought of her staring at me and turned to her and offered her some of my food.
"Excuse me?" Her perfect brow arched. I realized I had a mouthful of food and finished the egg roll in my mouth.
"I said do you want some?" I held up the other half of the eggroll. She turned it down. Whatever. More for me.
"No thanks. I'm not really hungry for take-out. I'm hungry for grapes." she wandered into the kitchen and came back in, trying to pull one right off the vine with her mouth. I laughed.
She sat next to me and finished her grape. "Tell me something." she said, catching my attention. "You being a demon... is that why you were able to jump out of that window without getting hurt?"
"Yes, it is." I answered simply. With the hard part of my life out of the way, it'd be easier to answer her questions.
"So dog demons had like superpowers or something?"
"No, I wouldn't say they were super powers. I'd say they're... abilities. Dogs can run very fast and jump very high, so can us dog demons. But I'm only half dog demon, so imagine how strong I'd be if I were a full demon. I'm sorry to say, but I most likely would've been killed you if I was. Either that, or you'd be left for dead, suffering."
"Thanks for your honesty. So what other kinds of special abilities do you have?"
"What sort of superhuman abilities do dogs have? You already know about the sensitive sense of smell, the running and jumping,"
"Do you see in black and white too?"
I've actually never been asked that before. Her unexpected question made me laugh. "No, I see in color. My eyes are stronger than yours though. You know how they say 'as far as the eye can see?' Well if I stood on a mountain top and looked out around the forest below me, I'd me able to see out about five miles in every direction."
"You're kidding! So were does the whole super strength thing come from?" It pleased me that she actually looked and sounded interested.
"I don't have super strength." she tilted her head and stared at me in disbelief. "...Well, you could say that. I'm about three times as strong as a human in the Olympics."
"Interesting. And your father mated with a human, so you're not as strong as him."
"Even if I was full demon, I wouldn't be anywhere near as strong as my father. I'm like a flea to him. He could just shake me off. If I were full demon, it wouldn't be much different. More like him swatting at a fly. My father is one of those rare pure demon blooded men. He died from a deadly disease though."
"You said he was an okay guy. What was he like?" she smiled, probably trying to keep me from feeling sad about bringing up my past.
"He was very friendly and loved sports. He stopped doing drugs when my mother and I moved in. He didn't want his son to grow up, being a drug addict like he did." I grimaced. I'd never done a drug in my life, or drank alcohol. "He was in rehab for about two months. It wasn't working out, but after seeing me get sick, he just stopped. My mother still smoked, but only cigarettes."
"When you jumped out the window, you landed so gracefully I almost thought you were flying." She blushed cutely. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw it.
"Gravity can't get the best of me when I'm airborne. I may be a flee to my father, but you're a flee to me."
She looked thoughtful for a moment. "So, if I hit you with a crowbar or something...?"
"That would hurt... a lot... but I heal fast. That's why I don't have any scars. Now if you punched me in the face, it would be like punching any other human, but it wouldn't hurt me as much."
"Oh. So you're a quarter indestructible."
I nodded. "...I guess you could say that."
"Are you immortal too?"
"That's a very good question. I'm not immortal though, no. Only full demons live to be a thousand years old, at the most. I'll probably live for about one hundred fifty years or so. Unless Hojo has the police kill me." I frowned. She did too, getting the wrinkle on her nose when she did that angry face scrunch thing... it was adorable.
"I'm not gonna let that happen. So you're a quarter destructable and somewhat immortal. You live very long. Is there a way to turn into one of you?"
If she wants to talk about sex... which I don't think she does after what she told me... we could talk about this. "Maybe I shouldn't speak to you about this. It would embarrass both of us. Trust me."
"I still want to know." she said. I stared at her. I was honestly a little uncomfortable talking to her about sex, knowing she'd been sexually violated in her past. That thought made me furious for a split second, then I remembered that asshole was already dead.
She eventually looked away, unable to stare me down. Her eyes were glued on my chest and I felt a surge of manly pride pass though me.
"See something you like?"
"What?"
"You were staring at my chest. You like?" I laughed at her and she flushed.
"Why can't you just admit I'm hot?" It was an honest question. I'm so fucking sexy! How can she deny that? I've caught her looking at me several times, anyway.
"Well, because I wouldn't say you were hot... I'd say I'm..."
"What?" my curiosity blazed in my eyes.
"I'm jealous."
I couldn't come up with a response to that. I'd never think this gorgeous woman would be jealous of anyone... let alone me. "You're jealous of me? Why?"
"You're better looking than me, despite being locked up for six years. No offense."
"Non taken... What about me is better than you?" I couldn't help asking.
"Your hair is longer and silkier and your voice is more calm and you're in great shape. I can't stand looking at myself when I'm around you. You make me feel self-conscious. It makes me upset."
I stared at nothing in particular for a moment, then took her hands and looked into her eyes. She was looking down, clearly upset.
"Look at me." She complied. "First of all, my body is only in such great shape because I'm a demon. We don't get fat. If I were human, being deprived of exercise for six years, I'd be fat as hell. Second, you have very nice hair and a nice body. I don't see how you're out of shape. You're skinny, but still toned. I notice things with my strong eyes, Kagome. I don't even have to look at you to be checking you out."
She blushed and I ruffled her hair. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. "You're just a punk bitch. But don't worry, you'll grow out of it. And you're easy on the eyes. So stop putting youself down, okay?"
She shook her head yes and I squeezed her hand so she could see my smile. I winked at her when she looked.
"So what's so embarrassing about becoming one of you?" she pressed.
"Do you want to become one of me?" I didn't like this conversation, despite how much I wanted to have sex with her. It was different with demons, depending on how serious the relationship between the sex partners was. We only had friendship.
"I don't know. I'm just curious."
"There's a process, but it's very painful." she waited and waited for me to say more. I sighed and continued. "To become what I am, you'd have to have sex with me, then I'd have to bite you and drink a bit of your blood."
Her eyes went wide. "E-explanation please?"
"Well, demons have very strange reproductive systems. If I had sex with you and used a condom, it'd be like random human sex. But if I came in you, it'd be a whole other story. My cum would claim your body. If any other creature tried to mate with you, my cum—or some of us call it claiming venom—would poison the other person that tried to fuck you."
She nodded. "And what's with the biting?"
"I'd have to take in a small amount of blood from you. Our bodies contain six pints of blood? I'd take about a cup of blood. But your body would quickly make up for it. If I take in your blood and try to mate with someone else, it would most likely kill the female, and burn my cock... so I'm not really into cheating."
"You and Kikyo...?"
I didn't even want to think about that...
"Oh, hell no! I used a condom with her, definitely. I never bit her... never even thought about it. I was afraid to claim her because she was doing so much drugs, I was afraid I'd catch something. Demons can't cheat, not only because it'll cause pain, but also because most demons are very romantic creatures. My father obviously wasn't but he came to be when I was born. We grow to our mates. It took Kikyo and I a while to get official because I just wasn't into her, so I'm not devoted to my first choice. The whole safe sex rule must apply to demons." and cheating is really out of our limit. If I claimed Kikyo, she would've poisoned that guys she was fucking.
"This was a very interesting conversation. Is there anything else about you that I don't know?"
Probably a ton, but I needed to know what she wanted to hear. "Don't you have any more questions?"
"I'll ask you when I think of them." she hesitated. I smiled and mussed her hair again.
"Silly Kagome. So, what are we doing tomorrow?"
"Well, I have to go back to work, remember?"
That totally killed my good mood. "Oh, yeah. I guess I'll be here alone until two then, huh?"
"I guess so. You'll survive. I just gotta get you some more food too. I don't exactly have a winter storage sized food supply when I live all by myself." she giggled. I kissed her head, licking my lips when she wasn't looking.
"I'll try not to follow you and kill Hojo." I whispered.
"Try and succeed please. No more killing, okay? Promise me."
"I promise I won't kill anymore."
If it was for her, I'd promise anything. "I guess no more killing shouldn't be so hard, since I've gone six years without doing it. I enjoy killing, but I am part human, so I do feel badly about myself later on."
"You're not perfect. Nobody is. We all have our bad habits. It takes small steps to grow out of them, though. I'll work through this with you, since you don't like to kill around me."
"And the fact that there's something about your scent that calms me down, that makes me not want to kill. Maybe it's because your scent is so gentle and delicious. But I can never be sure. Your eyes make me not want to kill too. They're so big; so innocent."
"Thanks."
I sighed. "You have work tomorrow and I'm gonna be bored out of my mind."
"We could do something this weekend. Go shopping for you, maybe. You could use some new clothes, not to mention you don't have any shoes at all..." she was staring at my feet now. Her black eyes went wide as she gazed. "W-what's your shoe size? Do you remember?" her voice shook. She wasn't intimidated by me, but she was intimidated by my feet.
"I think it was a fourteen..." I remembered having feet this big when I was in 7th grade. Kids used to make fun of me for it, but I never really care. Totosai told me I have the feet of a future basketball star.
"Wow." she said simply.
I was so embarrassed I curled my toes to make me feet look (hopefully) a bit smaller.
Then I remembered stepping on her foot and leaving that bruise on it. Then I thought of how I killed her in my dream... the look in her eyes, her blood on me, her corpse quivering on the floor. If I could tell her about my past, I should talk to her about my dream too... my nightmare. But I needed to calm down.
"Kagome?"
"What's the matter?" she sounded concerned.
"I... had a nightmare, last night, I mean. It was horrible."
"It bothers you?" she sounded surprised.
"I had a nightmare about you. You were disappearing and reappearing in my dream like you were taunting me. It made me very angry." By that, I meant her dead stare. She was Kagome, but at the same time, that wasn't Kagome. That woman looked too empty to be Kagome...
"Tell me what happened." she said. I felt her pulled my face lightly to look at her. "Please, Inuyasha?"
I glanced away from her and began. "You were there, in the hospital with Hojo and the other employees that you actually talk to. You looked so depressed. Then I was in my room, my knees hugged up to my chest the way yours are now. The look on your face was just horrible—you just weren't the same Kagome. I know you like to be boring but you were much lower than that. You were dead. But you were aware.
"Then I broke out of my room and started killing everyone in the hospital—patients and all. I saved you for last, approaching you in the bathroom and chasing you down the long hallway, just I really had. But when I said I wanted your flesh, I killed you right then and there. I heard and saw everything in clear detail from the look of shock and fear on your face, to the thud of your corpse hitting the ground.
"I woke up then, feeling terrible. Not just angry and frightened, but I felt literally sick. I needed to be sure it was just a dream, so I went into your bedroom and you were there, healthy as you always had been and sleeping like a baby. I smiled when I saw you like that. I really did. You looked so innocent and fragile, that I felt the need to protect you. So I lay down next to you, not close enough to touch you, but close enough that I could feel your body heat. Your scent stunned me so much that instant, and it was then that I truly realized, I would never want to put you in danger. You are the closest thing I have—the only thing I have. I'm so grateful of your presence."
"So that's the real reason you were in my bed this morning? Not because you were in a hurry to eat...?"
I shrugged. I wasn't going to lie to her anymore. "Pretty much, yeah."
"You know what? I've been thinking. You should come to work with me tomorrow now that your hair is dyed. It'd be much more exciting than staying in the house all day with Buyo."
"But aren't you filling in for that old broad?"
"I don't know if she's back or not, but whether she is or not, Hojo would most likely make me answer phone calls again. He's so out of it, you know? Sort of like an over-protective boyfriend. It sickens me..."
It sickened my to hear her use Hojo and boyfriend in the same phrase. "And what are you expecting if I go with you?"
"Maybe Hojo will get off my back. Besides, it'd be fun to have you around now that you can control your need to kill and you're happy."
"Yeah, but what are you going to tell him? That I just decided to go for a new look and be good? I hope you have a plan, Kagome." My hair may be dyed, but I still look like myself in the face.
"I do..." she started. I could tell she was lying. "I'll tell Hojo that you're one of my old friends who moved here from America because your family lives here. And you're staying with me until you get enough money for your own place. It's genius! Plus, maybe Hojo will get off my back."
My mind blanked. "America? I don't even look American!"
"There's such thing as a Japanese-American, you know."
"How about I was born in Japan, but I moved to Mongolia because of a job location when I was twenty-one. And I got into an accident and I quit my job and moved back here." That plan had more strategy to it.
"That could work... What kind of accident was it?"
"I have turrets syndrome? Or we could go for a death in my family, since my parents really are dead and I have to siblings."
She approved. "That's an excellent idea. But I'd have to run out and buy you clothes. Just one outfit. You can't go to my job shirtless, shoeless and wearing the exact same pants the patients wear. Plus, I have to tell Hojo a reason why you won't stay at home."
"And what would that be?"
"Well, the real reason is because I shudder at the thought of you at my house, all alone unsupervised." Did that mean she didn't trust me? "Besides, it'd be pretty boring to just watch TV all day while Buyo rubs off your legs. It tickles but it may not be exciting. That's my idea of fun anyway."
"You don't trust me?" I blurted out. I don't get destructive when she's not around... I just masturbate... and I clean myself up!
"I'm not saying that I don't trust you, but if I didn't, you'd understand, wouldn't you?" I nodded. I couldn't really blame her... she only knew me for a couple days. "I trust you but you said so yourself that you don't even remember what your old house looked like. Therefore, what if you get hungry or something and you try to cook on the stove and there's an accident? I'd be having stress visions about what you could be doing or what's happening every second of the day!"
"It's nice to know that you worry about me." I said happily.
"You know what I mean." she sounded annoyed.
"Just one outfit?"
She nodded.
"Can I pick it out?" I asked.
"You can't come with me, remember?"
Damn it! "Oh yeah..."
"What size pants do you wear?"
I don't know... 38? "Like I remember. You're just gonna have to estimate the size of my waist."
"What do you want?
"Something I used to wear casually when I was younger..." I tried to picture it... I usually wore something that would be easy to take off and put on for comfort... "Just a plain T-shirt and black sweat pants."
"Color of the shirt please?"
"Red." That was always my favorite color.
"I guess I should be headin' out then to get your clothes. I need a jacket and some pants first..." she spoke to herself and went upstairs... leaving me alone again.
She came back down with a hoodie and white sweats that looked too big for her tiny form. when she walked out the door, my ears automatically flattened to my head. I'd already grown to being so close to her, the smallest distance between us became almost unbearable.
I felt to lazy to do anything, so I fell asleep for what felt like a minute (thankfully not dreaming at all) and woke when I heard Kagome pulling up. I went to the window to watch her and she caught me staring at her. She looked impatient. I thought her look of frustration was cute and chuckled a couple times.
As she got out of the car, I picked up the cat and met her at the door, which she slammed.
"Welcome home."
"Hey. Here, try these on." She gave me a colorful plastic bag. "I know you said a plain red T-shirt but I thought you'd like this one."
I'd like anything she got me. I appreciated her kindness more than anything. I held out the t-shirt and read it. Gangsters are wigity wack ...? Weird, but funny.
"It's okay. I'm positive this will fit. I'm worried about the pants and shoes though." they looked small.
"Yeah, you're gonna have to wear a pair of my socks because I forgot to buy you some... Your feet are pretty big so I bought the biggest pair they had." They were a size 12. I tried them on and they fit. She looked satisfied. I went for the pants next.
"Don't try those on in front of me!" she yelled.
"I'm not, unless you want me to. But you obviously don't so I'm gonna step in the living room to try them on." They were a big snug, but still comfortable. And they weren't high waters like I though they'd be. I went back in the kitchen to show her.
"They fit," I turned so she could observe. She clapped for some reason and it made me feel proud.
"We should get to bed soon, unless you don't mind going to bed at two in the morning and waking up just four and a half hours later?"
I totally forgot about going to work with her the next day. I quickly caught on to her meaning and changed back into my other pants. I made sure I gave her a tight hug before I went to bed.
I heard a very, very annoying beeping sound early in the morning. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, groggy. I tried to lay back down and go to sleep, but I heard Kagome's closet door creaking and knew she was up. I lay down for a couple minutes, listening to her moving around the house, cooking and cleaning.
When she came back upstairs, I decided to get out of bed and made it so her OCD wouldn't force her to do it. I quickly put on the clothes she bought me and went downstairs. I smelled food, but I could find it in the microwave or fridge, so I sat at the table waiting for her to return and make my food. She didn't trust me cooking yet... I heard her leave her room and stroll to mine.
"Inuyasha? We gotta go in an hour so I need you to get ready." she said and strolled downstairs, freaking out when she saw me. I almost laughed.
"Morning, sunshine." I winked at her frozen face. "I got up about 20 minutes ago before you ask. I heard your closet door creaking. Of course, it wasn't quite as loud as your alarm clock. I wanted to smash it to pieces but I'm resisting now. I'm going to be good for you."
She didn't say anything, so I asked: "So, what's for breakfast?"
She looked like she just remembered something important and ran to the stove, taking out the food she made for me. Of course she didn't forget to fend for me. She was an angel. After I ate she asked me to put on the news.
There was news about me, but it was the same shit as yesterday, so I got bored and started daydreaming.
I'm not gonna lie, though. I'm still pissed about the search. I kept thinking about it while we drove there, having stress visions of Hojo knowing who I was, and taking me down right then and there.
When I felt a soft little hand over mine, the blood rushed to my face, and I felt at peace. As long as Kagome was with me, I'd be sane.
"Just stay close to me so I don't lose my mind."
"It's gonna be okay. I promise. Just stick with the story."
"Right. The story." I forgot about it... What was it again? Mongolia? I opened the door and ran to her side.
"Gah!" She shrieked. I must have scared her. "All right, let's do this."
I realized I didn't want to be here at all. And I feared the minute I saw Hojo's face, I'd mutilate him that moment. Kagome's hand was in mine, and that thought kept me calm and happy. I refused to let go of her hand while she punched in and approached Hojo. As soon as I saw him, my heart pounded. My blood raced. My inner demon was screaming at me, telling me to kill the fucker and end everything.
"Kagome it's so good to see you're okay." I hated him talking to Kagome. I hated how he looked at her. I hated him being in the same city as her.
"Hey, Hojo. Good to see you again. This is my friend, Juno."
Juno? What the fuck kind of name was that? At least she came up with a name... we never did. But it sounded so feminine!
"Juno?" Hojo blurted out rudely.
Do... not... kill him... Control yourself! I thought to myself.
"He's half Mongolian." Kagome came to my defense. I squeezed her hand, unable to control myself. My demon started yelling at him.
"Why the fuck is your name Hojo? Gay-ass, fagot-ass, bitch-ass, punk bitch. Shut the fuck up. You have no right to make fun of my name when you don't even know me. I will slap the shit out of you."
Hojo looked embarrassed. It satisfied me. "Kagome, why is this guy with you?"
"Juno lived in Tokyo till he was twenty-one, and he had to move to Mongolia with his family because of a job location. But his parents died a month ago so he's staying with me at my place until he can get a job and move into his own apartment."
"And how long have you two been friends?" I didn't like how he interrogated her. I wanted to spit on him. My demon started yelling again.
"None of your business. And what—I suppose you wanna know if we're fucking too?"
Hojo looked pissed and tried to ignore me. "Kagome, I want you to do your usual job today, but only on the top floor, where the safe patients are."
"Can Juno accompany me? He's really down, you know, about losing his parents. That's why he's been flipping out on you." Not quite, but whateer. "Can you forgive him? He didn't mean any of it. I'm the only thing he has."
"Fine, Juno. I forgive you but try not to get too angry around the patients."
I ignored him, tugging Kagome away, in a rush to get away from him so I wouldn't kill him. I ignored the elevator, going right to the stairs so I wouldn't have to wait and sense Hojo's eyes on my woman.
She took me to a patient room. There was a woman there with short blackish brown hair, brushing it. She was skinnier than Kagome... nasty skinny. I knew why she was here.
She looked at Kagome and her face brightened even more. "Kagome, hi! I'm so glad you're back." She ran up to Kagome and kissed her cheeks, her voice was very high pitched. I stared at her with wide eyes. "I missed you so much. Who's your friend." She glanced at me.
"It's good to see you, Aiki. This is my buddy, Juno. He's half Mongolian."
As she appraised me, I smiled at her to be polite. Also, she was another one of the prisoners here. She was one of the crazy people, like me.
"I'm Aiki," She shook my free hand then latched back onto Kagome's. It didn't seem to bother Kagome that we were still holding hands. "Pleasure meeting you. Are you two dating?"
"No, I'm just staying with her till I find a job and get my own place." I answered her.
"That's good to know. But why are you staying with her?" she was looking at Kagome's hand in mine.
"My parents died and I had no one to stay with so I moved here and moved in with Kagome."
She took that in and looked at Kagome, her grin impossibly wide. "Kagome, they're letting me out next month! I haven't been throwing up for a while so they said they'd release me due to my improving attitude. Yay!" she jumped at her again. I wanted to laugh. These two must have been close. Then I realized this was the girl Kagome was always talking to in the building about anything. I learned a few things about Kagome from the conversations these two had. They looked at each other which such happiness. Kagome talked to this woman like she was her sister.
"That's so great, Aiki."
"And that's not all—I'm in such good shape and it's not from throwing up!" she lifted her shirt. She was really thin. I could see her ribs. It disgusted me.
"You looked great." Kagome said. Was she crazy?
Then I suddenly felt a burn of jealousy. Aiki was getting released fro her good behavior, and she was happy with herself. And here I am, a humble peace of shit serial killer locking fingers with a woman I broke out of here to see. She must have known about my escape... unless Hojo keeps everything from the patients.
"What's been going on here for the past two days?" I blurted out.
She looked serious. "They've been cleaning up dead bodies and searching for as much evidence as possible. They were even interrogating the patients here! I have no good patience with answering questions when I don't even know what's going on! The police were asking me who this Inuyasha dude was. I knew who he was—after the police told me he was the guy who triggered the alarm."
"Wait—who's they?"
"The police and investigating people thingies." she spoke like a child. "It was so awkward talking to them when I was thinking the whole time at least me and the others are safe. I'm not crazy—I'm bulimic but I'm still here so I think of all the other patients as my brothers and sisters. No one deserves to be locked up. Hojo doesn't understand that putting away a crazy person will make the even more deranged. I almost cried when I heard them mentioning killing this Inuyasha."
She felt for me. I liked this woman. I didn't think of other patients as my siblings (and didn't want to, all my family was dead) but I did feel what she was saying. Maybe I could steal my file from here and destroy it, lessening their chances of finding me?
"You think if we find this Inuyasha before the police do, we could keep him safe?" Kagome asked.
"That would be nice but I don't even know what he looks like. Plus, I won't be much of a good help since I'm gonna be here for two more weeks. Then I have to be interrogated by Hojo so he's sure I'm okay before I go back out into the world on my own again."
"I'm sure you'd be a big help, as long as all three of us keeps our mouths shut." I warned her.
"Don't take this question the wrong way but why do you care so much about Inuyasha?"
"Because after losing my folks, I know what it's like to be out in the world alone. Kagome is all I have, but he has nothing so he has it worse. We can only imagine how he feels, right?" I looked at Kagome, hoping she'd play along. She nodded.
"I feel you. So what does Inuyasha looked like?" she asked Kagome.
"Well, he's very tall and has long, silver hair. He's skinny but muscular and very pale." I was honestly hoping she'd say something about me being attractive.
"Oh." She paused for a long moment. I looked at Kagome, hoping someone would say something. Aiki spoke again. "So if we find him, do you honestly think he's gonna let us live? I mean he is dangerous after all. What if slashes us the way he did all those other people?"
"Well if we're quick enough to convince him that we're trying to help him beforehand, he won't kill anyone." I said. I wouldn't kill this woman. She cared about me, and she didn't even know who I was yet!
"How could you be so sure?"
"Can we let you in on a little secret?" She asks more questions than Kagome does! Jesus!
She stared at me for a very long time. I almost heard her brain register the fact that I was the object of our conversation. "Inuyasha, is that you?"
I smirked. If this woman thought of me as her brother, if she cried over me, then she'd be merciful. I'd trust her. She just felt like the type to keep her trap shut out of fear.
I nodded my head slowly.
I'll try to have another chapter up any time before next week, when I'll be studying my ass of for my finals. Take care, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. :)
-Lexy4KagInu