Misconceptions

Chapter Eight:
Havoc

Hana pushed Kouga, hoping it would do some good get him away from the little creature known as Ayame. "Kouga, you stop this nonsense!" she chastised.

Kouga however had no reason to stop. He had wanted to rebel for so long, and why not now of perfect times—when the most could be destroyed in seconds. His tongue coaxed Ayame's as they both decided they wanted control—slow, soothing control. He lifted her chin higher with his finger so that with her little height she could actually catch up.

"Kouga, what is the meaning of this?" Kaemon, his father, demanded as he grabbed his son by the shoulder and turned him around. Hana, however even more embarrassed than his father slapped him across the face.

Ayame was shocked by the whole ordeal that Kagome had to help her catch her balance.

Kouga however saw humor in all of this. He touched his cheek a moment and smirked. Once more he turned to face Ayame. This time she knew what was expected of her, but she still looked at him wide eyed. He grabbed her by her thin shoulders and once more let his actions do the talking.

This time he kissed her rougher, with more frustration and energy. He sucked on her full bottom lip and let his tongue trace it as a plead for entrance. She unknowingly allowed him as he explored her mouth with more urgency.

Just Hana was about to rip the couple apart, Kouga grabbed her wrist and pushed through the amazed crowd. Ayame almost stumbled as she realized what had just happened and that they were heading toward the door.

"Stop them!" Hana ordered.

Kouga however pushed the door men out of his way and walked out, Ayame being dragged behind. He pushed the valet parker out his way, forced Ayame in the passenger's seat, and got on the drivers side.

Boy, were they in for a rude awakening.

.o0o.

Ayame touched her lips and then turned to Kouga who was concentrating on the road. "Do you even know whose car this?"

"No at all," he admitted.

"What happened back there?"

"I think I just saved both our asses."

She glared at him hoping to burn a permanent hole into him. "Pull over," she demanded.

"Why?" he challenged.

"Because you're crazy, now pull over," she argued. Ayame began to ponder over the scene that both of them had just caused. She suddenly felt guilty. Had she really kissed him back?

Kouga sighed and turned on the windshield-wipers as the rain pounced on the black Lamborghini. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed again. The card came to a sudden stop. "Get out," he said nonchalant.

"Excuse me?" Ayame rubbed the window with her hand to get rid of the humidity that trapped the window. She saw they were in front of the Orphanage, Rainbow Hope. "Aren't you getting out too?" she questioned as her hand drifted to the door knob.

He shook his head and rubbed his temples in annoyance. "I need to think,"

"You're crazy," she noted. "It's pouring rain. You might as well come inside. I'm sure Grandfather wouldn't mind."

.o0o.

"It's okay," Ayame whispered to the little boy who fidgeted with his fingers in front of her presents. His eyes drooped as if he were to cry a river any second. "Kiyoshi, why don't you go get me some towels and get the bath water started, okay?"

Kiyoshi nodded as his dark eyes glazed over and he ran out of the room.

Ayame grabbed a hold of his small, flimsy mattress. She began to strip it of the recently wet bed sheets. She took the towel from Kiyoshi along with some kind of foam cleaner that was probably there since the Seventies. She sprayed it along the wet spot of the mattress and let it foam over a bit. "Take these to the washer, okay? But whatever you do, no pushing buttons! Then I want you to get in the tub."

Kiyoshi nodded and stopped his running short to be greeted by a recently-woken Ookami-youkai. Kouga looked pretty mad. Kiyoshi only stared at him a moment before running past the big man.

"What are you doing?" Ayame asked.

Kouga stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I could as you the same thing. I'm surprised no once else woke up."

She sighed and scrubbed at the mattress with the blue towel which had a fading color. "Kiyoshi had a bad dream. Can you make sure he gets in the bath tub?"

He raised a brow. "No," he answered stubbornly. "Do I look like a servant? I said I'd stay over till the rain cleared up, I never agreed to baby-sit."

Ayame rolled her eyes. "I don't give a fig. Either you scrub or go check on Kiyoshi."

Kouga just walked out into the front room and lay back on the couch.

Once Ayame finished she set up some new sheets and rushed to Kiyoshi who was in the tub playing with a yellow plastic cup and a plastic boat. Ayame jumped as someone knocked on the door. "Will you be okay if I leave you alone for a while?"

He nodded.

"Call me if you need me."

Ayame ran to the door before Grandfather could wake up and growl as usual for being woken up in an improper manner. She slid the first door open and pulled up the main door. "Carissa?"

Carissa shivered off the rain and jumped inside as she slipped out of her designer rain boots. "Where the hell have you been? Kagome has been worried sick and threatened to send Inu Yasha to look for you. You know that tin-pipe for a brain ass hole won't do much." She sighed and threw her wet patent coat on the lump of a couch. "Didn't I tell you that I'd get Daddy to buy you a new couch?"

"Do you mind?" Kouga broke in as he sat up.

Carissa gasped wide eyed and looked at Ayame in desperation for an answer. "Again?!" she exclaimed.

"What," Ayame began to argue. "We didn't do anything I swear."

"That's not what I saw."

"Saw?" Kouga repeated. "What do you mean?"

Carissa took out her palm-pilot and started to roam for a few second before clicking a button and showing both Kouga and Ayame what she had been talking about. There was a video playing and Kouga grabbed Ayame forcefully and kissed her.

Ayame grabbed the device in complete shock. "Oh my . . . this is on the internet?"

Carissa nodded. "You bet. And you can also bet that tomorrow everyone in school will have seen this. Kagome sent it to me and it was sent to her by some random number."

"Do you know what this means?" Kouga asked as he snatched the device and replayed the clip.

"Someone's gonna to get spanked?" Carissa asked curiously.

Kouga rolled his eyes. "Sort of, but no. It means by tomorrow, everyone's gonna think you're my woman."

Ayame snarled. "But I'm not," she countered softly.

"I wouldn't mind getting spanked." Carissa added innocently.

"Carissa, no one is getting spanked. He meant figuratively. He could loose his inheritance."

"Oh . . . I still wouldn't mind being spanked though."

"That's not the point," Kouga interrupted. He looked at Ayame. "Be ready for hell tomorrow."

"What? Why?" Ayame threw herself on the couch.

Carissa rolled her eyes and slouched on the arm-chair near by while holding her flask in her left hand. "Well duh! Kouga is the most sought after guy on campus. You really think any army of his skanks will back off?"

.o0o.

Carissa pulled Ayame along behind her. "What the hell's the matter with you?"

Ayame shook her head. "I can't go back into the building! The video was leaked all over the internet!"

"You act like you're a celebrity. I'm sure it's not that bad."

Ayame sighed. "It is that bad."

Suddenly Yumi, a classmate came behind the two with a pack of her bottle-blonde friends. She smiled snobbishly at the two. "Hey girls, how are you today?"

"Well I was having a good day," Carissa answered. "What brings you Barbie and friends here?"

"That's cute," Yumi replied in annoyance. "Well, Ayame . . . it seems everyone saw your little show. It also seems you've managed to make a name for yourself."

Carissa crossed her arms over her chest. "What's your point, Yumi? There is no need to lie and say it wasn't caught on video."

"Who's talk to you?" Yumi snapped and turned her attention back to Ayame. "I suggest you watch your back. Not just any girl can involved with Kouga and his friends."

"Move along with your army of skanks, please!" Carissa yelled as she grabbed Ayame's hand and continued to exit the campus while pushing through Yumi's friends.

"What are you doing?" Ayame asked.

"Fashion week is in a few weeks, we might as well get started on some stuff if we won't be in school. Besides . . . we have to talk."

"Talk? About what?"

"You'll find out soon,"

"Well, I'd appreciate holding the suspense and telling me now."

"Trust me after two shot of tequila, I'll tell you."

.o0o.

Kouga lay in bed staring at the ceiling for hours. He had nothing better to do. The last thing he wanted to do was go to any classes. And in order to get out of the house he needed to get through his parents. His mother hadn't spoken a word to him and his father had stomped around the house all day. They were probably looking for a good reason not to kick his ass.

Everyone hectically ran around the house, trying not to disturb Hana or her husband. They knew one mistake would set everything off for a miniature war. They had to be careful.

Suddenly, Kouga's father appeared in his door way. "Your mother and I are leaving for the states tonight, for a few weeks. We expect everything to be in order by the time we get back. Ai will visit you in a few days and I expect you to welcome her."

Kouga sighed. "I don't understand why you make business a life style. It's inhuman—"

"You seem to forget your place," he warned. "You have had everything handed to you since you were a child. Act grateful for once in your life. And remember we are above humans. You are not only an heir to our business, but and heir to the royal family of the Ookami-youkai."

Kouga sat up shaking his head. "Do you really trust me to be by myself with Ai while you're away?"

"No," he admitted. "But we calmly explained you were under the influence of alcohol. Look, just make it work. If it's not Ai . . . then it'll be another girl of equal status, got it?"

Kouga growled under his breath. He felt like punching into a wall. And if he weren't already in a lot of trouble, he probably would have. He knew his duty, just like his father's, and his grandfather's and so on. It's was predictable that an arranged marriage would occur. He suddenly wondered how Bankotsu was holding up. Just as he picked up his phone to call him, he saw an incoming phone call from a restricted number.

"Hello," he answered questioningly.

"Hi," Ayame answered in a too-cheery voice as she giggled.

"What is it?"

"Huh . . . what makes you think I only call you when I want something?"

"Well for one, you never call me at all." He suddenly sighed and switched ears. "So, why are you calling me?"

Ayame rolled over on the lounger. "I don't feel good."

"Where are you?" He asked as he pulled on some clothes and slipped on his shoes.

She groaned and rolled over again. "I'm at Kagome's. But nobody's home and I had to get in through a window. I think I cut my knee. And Carissa is . . . in a bush."

"In a bush?" he repeated slowly. "What is going on? Are you . . . drunk?"

Ayame struggled to spill out her last words as she rested her hands on her stomach. "I don't feel so good." She sprinted up, dropping the phone. The line went dead.

"H-hello? Ayame?"

.o0o.

Ayame climbed up the wide steps to Kouga's room. Her knuckles hesitated as they rested on the wooden door. The door flew open and a hand snatched her arm. She let out a small yelp before being forcibly dragged into the room. "Nice to see you too," she chided, rubbing her soar arm.

He eyed her up and down and noticed that she was much different than a few nights ago when she called him intoxicated. She had on a black sundress with an off-white polo pulled over it and black pumps. A matching tote bag was slung over her shoulder and her hair was neatly pulled back into two fish-tail like braids that practically looked endless. "what are you doing here?"

She looked at him strangely. "You called me. You told me to come at three o'clock. It's already three."

He looked at the time display on the front panel of his flip phone. "Right . . . damn it. I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon."

"For what to happen . . . what's wrong with you? You look paler than usual—a little nervous to be honest."

"Um, nothing," he let out. He took her by the shoulders and sat her down. "Stay," he ordered. "I'll be right back."

Ayame sighed and did as she was told. Frankly, she had to admit she was a little afraid. What was going on with Kouga? Why is he in such a rush? She looked around his room for a moment before her struggled through the door. "I'm actually glad you called. I have some pretty good news . . . I think."

He tapped his index finger on his chin. "Perhaps it would be better lying down," he accidentally thought out loud.

"Excuse me?"

He shook his head. "No, nothing." He sat next to her. "What were you saying?"

"Oh I was just saying I think I got some good news. It turns out—" Ayame was cut off by Kouga as he pulled her face to his and immediately locked lips with her. She squealed and hit him a few times, managing to push him off. "Hey," she yelled. "What do you think you're doing? I don't even open that wide for the dentist!"

Kouga looked back at the door as if someone had walked in, but no one had. It stayed closed. He began cursing under his breath. "You should probably take off your shirt."

"What!"

He leaned in roughly as he used his free hand to pry up her quarter-sleeved polo shirt as Ayame squealed and fidgeted under him. He managed to take it off enough so that her arms automatically were dragged upward by the thick fabric. "People usually work up to that!" she screamed in a muffled tone as she started kicking under him.

Suddenly Bankotsu and Ai walked into the scene. Kouga stopped all he was doing to stare at the two. Ai's face had an odder reaction than expected. It showed no anger . . . just pure surprise, fascination and guilt for walking in. She put her hands to her mouth. "I'm sorry," she whispered before running off.

Ayame looked almost foolish with her shirt half way off her body. She quickly regained her sense and pulled it back down where it was supposed to be. She then slapped Kouga and grabbed her bag off the floor. "Jerk!"

Bankotsu couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. "I didn't know you were into S and M," he teased. "Wow . . . two girls in a matter of seconds. I have to hand it to you. You are a bastard."

Ayame rushed down the stairs so fast she nearly tripped. Anger began to consume her. She then knew Kouga and Bankotsu had been planning the whole scene all along just to convince Ai out of the engagement. She was fuming. How could he just use her for his own revenge again? She was half way down the street before strong arms stopped her and turned her around. She pushed Kouga away from her. "Don't touch me!"

He rolled his eyes. "Relax. I wasn't really trying to hurt you." She lifted her foot to kick him between the legs before immediately grabbed her foot. "Watch where you're aiming!"

"I will not. I want to kick you so hard you become infertile!"

He suddenly chuckled. "Oh, come on. Most girls would die to have me do those things to them anyway. Think of it as helping a friend."

"Well I assure you, I am not most girls and how dare you compare me. I don't know what kind of people you usually hang out with, but with me you have to work up to that kind of . . . stuff. And you managed to use me for your own revenge again. Stop doing that! Did you ever think that, just like you, Ai is doing what she is doing because her parents are pressuring her to?" She took a deep breath. "I came here to tell you something important and you don't even care."

"Alright, well I'm here now. I'll listen to you now."

"Forget it. Go look after your fiancé."

.o0o.

"You really shouldn't worry about it. I mean . . . we all have needs." Ai stirred her tea and blew on it. "I know that you don't really tolerate what our parents planned for us, but its better this way. I mean . . . it's not like we're obligated to do anything with each other. It's not really expected."

The words ran through in his head over and over again. Kouga snapped out of his thoughts as soon as he had spotted Ayame walking out of the class Kouga didn't even bother going to that day. He moved toward her only to be stopped by some girl.

Kim smiled brightly. "Hey Kouga, I missed you today. Where've you been?"

"Huh? Oh, hey Kim."

She let her hand rest on his bicep. "Wow, have you been working out lately?"

"What . . . uh, no? I guess it's genetic—excuse me." He pushed passed her and jumped in front of Ayame, managing to startle her.

Her eyes widened. "Don't do that!" she warned. "I think I just lost ten years of my life. What are you doing here anyway? I mean, you weren't even in class. I've actually noticed you missed a lot of days." She dug in her tote bag for some papers and sighed. "I took the liberty of copying my notes. I figured you might need them."

He folded them up and stuffed them in his pockets. "Thanks—but I'm here to apologize, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yes . . . I guess."

"That's not very sincere," she noted bitterly.

"Well it's what you want, right?"

Ayame rolled her eyes. "I don't want it if you don't mean it. Are you naturally this much of a jerk or do you practice?" Ayame turned to see Kim and a small group of girls pointing and whispering at them.

"Fine," he argued. "Then I won't apologize."

She glared at him. "Jerk,"

"Damn it, woman—will you make up your mind? Do you want me to apologize or not."

"Frankly I just want you out of my way."

He sighed and stood his ground. "That's not what you were saying the other night."

Kouga was sure Ayame had fallen asleep but from all the turning he heard coming from the back of his car. "You should come back here," she suggested.

"Why?" He asked, stopping the car in front of the orphanage.

Ayame pulled his arm hard, forcing him to come back anyway. "I wanna show you something."

He looked around at the floor and then the leather covered seats. "If you threw up I'm making you pay to clean this."

"L-let's do it!" she slurred happily.

"What?"

She tried unbuttoning her blouse but realized it took too long so she just ripped it open and revealed a pale-pink camisole. "Don't act so surprised. You kissed me right? And if you can kiss me once you can kiss me again."

"Ayame you're a little out of it. I'm pretty sure you'll regret this in the morning."

"I'm so sure," she argued. She suddenly laid her head on the seat and passed out.

Her eyes widened with warning. "Don't talk about that in public. It's embarrassing."

"Well at least now you are listening. What was it you were going to tell me?"

"Oh, that . . . well do you really want to hear it?"

"No, but I am curious."

"You gave me the wrong address. It wasn't my mother's. My mother is . . . dead. However, it was the address of someone that could be of high importance to me."

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A/N:

Okay, new chapter. Sorry it's always late. But hey, it's done! I'm sorry to say that I'm passing school by the skin of my teeth. Not good! Well, thanks for being patient and for your reviews!

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A blanket disclaimer for all chapters associated in the story of Misconceptions, which is soon to become an Inuyasha fan fiction series. R. Takahashi owns all rights to the original characters of the manga/anime series. However, for all characters not associated with the manga/ anime series, they are owned by me, Tayanese.