A/N:
I'll try and get this chapter out before new years. This chapter introduces some more charred details about Kagome's past. There's more to Inuyasha in this story than you will predict. Enjoy,
O N A N O T H E R N O T E: I am sick of hearing "how is a 15 year old able to describe the ropes of a strip club?" Hello you prudes its called realistic imagination, and televison. God some of you are so stupid. Try watching TV for once and actually look. This information is in your own backyard, stop assuming I'm twisted. Or get a life and go read some mary sue trash.

Previously on One in a Million . . .

"HOLD UP!" Sango practically shouted, standing on top of our armrest like a proud pirate. "Did he put the moves on you?" She demanded protectively, raising her fist to emphasize.

I simply shook my head with a grin. "Sang, don't worry so much. But no, surprisingly he didn't. We actually discussed a few things." I had to leave some sort of a cliffhanger. I watched her angry expression morph into a curious one.

"Like what?" She probed,

I walked gracefully into my bedroom, shutting the door as she chased after me in desperation. "Like what Kagome?"


One in a Million

Chapter#7: honestly tell me


"Souta? Souta calm down!" I yelled over the receiver, he couldn't stop crying. My heart began to sink in a ocean of a million possible reasons. "Please baby!" I tried soothing him, as I did when we were both younger. It seemed to work somewhat, he huffed quietly trying to mutter the words. "What is it?"

"Da-dad's back!" My younger brother wheezed, my eyes widened with disbelief. Old memories arose, stirring up painful feelings I had tried to erase. "He came back Kagome!"

"Souta don't!" I whispered sternly, my eyes stinging from closing them so tightly. "Not again, don't believe him damn it!" I cried in agony, as did my brother. Why must a father bring so much heart ache like ours did? It wasn't fair.

I looked down at my watch. "I gotta go."

"What?"

"I gotta go now! I have a job Souta, I can't talk about this!" I fumed, dabbing my tears with a napkin. I grabbed my keys haste fully. "Bye."

"Wait Kago-m." I clicked my flip phone, and dropped the call. I'm sorry, forgive me . . .


I hurried as fast as possible with four inch heels strapped along my ankles up the steel stairs to the dressing room. Nearly losing my balance I swung open the door, only to meet the unpleasant presence of my boss, Naraku. His electric eyes clashed gazes with mine, "Oh hey boss!" I smiled as best I could, his arms folded tightly across his suited chest.

"Ms. Higurashi, it seems not only were you later this morning. You also failed to show up last night!" I flinched as his jagged tooth nabbed his lower lip, I could only cringe as I gulped down any possible explanation. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I um . . ." I lost my voice,

"She was doing me a favor boss." Came a thick southern voice, Robbin.

"Excuse me?"Naraku shifted on his heel, narrowing his eyes at the young American smacking her lips smearing on some peppermint lip stick.

"She was lookin' after my lil' girl boss. She had an awful high fever last night, I knew I was the opening act, so I couldn't imagine calling in sick on such short notice. So . . . I asked Kagome if she could care for Karin while I was here." Her rich eyes never wavered,

"Is that so?" My boss scratched at his stubbly chin, then reluctantly spoke. "Alright, but Kagome. Since we're all full tonight, I need you to cover the waitressing. Gwen called in sick a while ago." Naraku began to vanish out of the door, "Mei will show you the ropes." with that he resided back to the VIP room to sip on chardene, and receive raunchy lap dances hell owning a strip club had its sick benefits for a sleazy guy.

I sighed in relief, "Thanks Rob!" I squealed, flinging my arms around her.

"No problem' love." The strawberry blonde grinned, fluffing her angelic curls.

I strode passed my peers, and downstairs into the lobby. Shuffling through the crowd of howling men, over to the dimly lighted bar. Our bartender Mei was polishing the counters in between servicing. Her long chestnut locks were braided with bright blue ribbons, her dazzling emerald eyes glanced up, now noticing my presence. "Hello there Kagome." Everyone here was so close knit, unknown faces were uncommon among our employees. "Boss said I should show what our waitress's chores are, come round' here." I followed her eyes to the small swinging door that lead behind the counter.

"In the back, there's a spare uniform. Size four, looks about the right size." Her rosy cheeks smiled, I nodded and walked back along the dark hallway into the storage closet. I switched on the flashing bulb. Changing into the risque waitress ensemble,


I hesitantly returned to the bar where Mei was ready to prep me with my next few tasks throughout the day. I leaned against the counter, with my elbow supporting my chin. "All you need to do for now is walk around the den and take orders, come back. I'll give you the drinks and you carry them to the guys on this tray over here. Kay?" I nodded reluctantly, this was embarrassing, which was odd cause usually I have less cloths on during a normal work day. I sighed, looking back down at my outfit. There was a Dorothy gone wrong blue plaid apron wrapped around my tight white not to mention short dress. My feet were all ready killing me in these sapphire blue stiletto heels. What French idiot designed these bastards any ways? I grew easily distracted

I paced toward a few tables, the next few hours filled with ogling stares, groping hands, and drunken madness, god did I miss the stage. Luckily my break had finally came, I laid back on a vacant stool. Crossing my legs preventing any unwanted attention, I sat up more taking in the dingy scenery.

I felt up my pockets, looking for the prize. "Ah hah!" I snatched a pack of cigarettes, Kimichi brand. Luckily I had a makeshift lighter as well, I slid the stick between my lips, flicking the bic igniting the sparks with the end of the cigarette, I quickly exhaled, creating a small cloud of gray around my mouth. I knew smoking was extremely bad for your health but in the end it was my outlet for stress. Especially with a new source, Souta was still young and had a heart of gold still very gullible. My father was a storm, he rolled back into town every so often, leaving just as quickly as he came. But the devastation afterward was hard to repair, more so for my brother than for me. Over the years I grew numb to his absence and if he did make an appearance nothing would change. After that night . . . I'd never see him the same.

I could hear her sobbing, wheezing, screaming at him. I hid behind the corner watching with tears burning down my cheeks, my father raised his fist in anger as my mother lay trembling on the floor. "Haru you bastard! You worthless bastar-" She never got the chance to finish her verbal onslaught, there was silence for a moment. Mom held her face, as blood began to spill from her bruised forehead. "Get out! Get out now!" She screamed hoarsely,

"You're the one that's worthless you whore! That's what you are a no good whore!" His dark eyes filled with malice, I shivered, letting a whimper escape. He grabbed her by the throat, as she her screams were muffled from the pressure on her jugular. I recognized this, my eyes widen in terror. "Daddy!" I cried out emerging from my hiding spot, running with open arms in their direction. "Don't hurt mommy!"

It all happened so quickly, he threw her down as she coughed viciously gasping for breath, I stopped in fear as he twisted to face me. The look in his eyes was unspeakable, no daughter she ever see what I saw in that moment. I saw him raise his fist, time slowed down as I stared wide eyed as his fist connected all I heard was "KAGOME!" My mother screamed desperately.

I gasped, taking in my previous setting. My eyes began to water slightly, memories like that I tried to forget. My hand raised to the back of my head, finding the scar on the skin covering my skull. I felt my stomach ache, I never wanted see him again! That night I lost everything, my respect, my trust and my love I had for him.

I inhaled sharply, not noticing someone approach and still on the stool next to me. "Smoking is a bad habit to break," Came a gruff voice, alerting my attention. It was fairly dark where I sat, I could only make out basic characteristics. He was definitely older, maybe forty five or so.

I nodded with a weak smile, "Old habits die hard." I simply said,

"What's a young girl like yourself doing here?" He questioned, I grew irritated.

"Paying the bills." I snapped, glancing back over at this shady man. He looked familiar, probably some frequent customer.

"Ya'know, I have a daughter about your age."

"Listen buddy, if you wanna do some talking go see Cherry, she's the escort not me." I really didn't feel like being criticized in an atmosphere like this. I quickly got up, returning the other side of the bar. Avoiding eye contact as I scrubbed away my frustrations at the counter. "Hey, can I get a beer?" The man reemerged, I twitched in agitation.

"Yeah." I singed, taking the cheapest most bitter brand of beer from the dusty shelf and pouring it quickly, then shoving it in his direction.

"Kagome, you're service is done! You're free to go." Mei smiled, moving beside me.

I sighed in relief, a second more of this I would have lost it!

"You're Kagome?" The man's voice asked in utter astonishment, I raised an eye brow.

"Yeah what of it?" I snorted, ignoring him completely and quickly untying the apron around my tight white dress.

"Nothing." He dismissed, I rolled my eyes angrily. Retreating back to the storage closet, I slammed the door in aggravation. "God!" I singed, my fist clenched. I don't need some sleazy asshole coming down on me at a time like this! My jaw was fixed tightly, I released a sigh leaning back against the door.

I awoke with a white lighted head ache, it felt like my skull was gonna split along the back. My eyes squeezed tightly as tears trickled down the corners, it was hard to focus on my surroundings. All I could remember was my mother and my father arguing as they always did, but why was I laying on the floor passed out? I decided to try moving, I slid my hand to the side pressing down on the wood floor, I raised my brow as my fingers glided through a sticky wet substance. I slowly leaned up, putting all my weight on my lower half. I glanced to my left trailing my hand to eye view, I gasped. My wrist below was dripping in blood,

I was so startled I crawled to the corner, staring in horror as I made trails through the blood. But where was it coming from? Then . . . I felt something cold and very moist drip down the back of my neck. My eyes widened, as I reached my hand back only to have it return with the same shade of dark blood. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream . . . my fingers inspected my forehead roaming to the back of my head. I sharply inhaled, there was the source. A wound to the back of my head, "Mommy?" I gasped, when no one returned the call I grew afraid and began to scream, what had happened? And why!

A hollow knock at the door alerted me back from my painful memories. I felt tears coming once again, I swallowed passed the lump growing dominant in my throat. "Baby." I relaxed slightly at the sound of his voice. "The waitress told me you're back here."

" . . . yeah," I sighed, releasing the handle and clashing gazes with those stunning golden irises. "Hey." I whispered in a diminished tone,

"Sexy costume." Inuyasha chuckled huskily, I couldn't help but laugh. I must have sat in there for fifteen minutes, and I still hadn't changed back to my normal cloths. I brought my eyes back up to meet those feline pupils that radiated such a luring essence.

"Thanks, but . . . why'd you show up?" My stone cold exterior reemerged, I rested my shoulders against the wall observing him carefully.

"I missed my little ice princess." I huffed but couldn't help but let my smile shone through. "Is she melting away?" He nudged playfully, I frowned trying to hide my grin from view. It made me feel embarrassed and vulnerable. I slide my hand on the opposite wall of the hallway,

"Not quite." I replied sharply, raising my defined raven lashes. I felt strange suddenly, it was an awkward moment in that dim hallway. We were secluded and mesmerized, I felt his shadow overlap me. I stayed still, as he lifted my chin slowly. I squinted my eyes as he smirked down over my face, in a matter of seconds I could feel his warm breath on my lips. I opened my eyes as I fell hypnotized.

"I wanted to do this since I first saw you, Kagome." I shuddered as his low tone sent chills down my spine, I felt comfortable for the first time in years with a guy. I let my hands wander up around his neck, as if giving silent permission for Inuyasha to proceed. We were so close, I could smell the mint as he exhale above my nostrils and glossed lips.

"So it is you." I broke away from Inuyasha's grasp, gazing in a startled stance at the same man that was at the bar. He followed me back here!

"What?" I narrowed my eyes, moving subconsciously closer to Inuyasha.

"Kagome, Kagome . . ." The gruff looking man appeared under the flickering light, my eyes widened to the point of stinging. The tall slender man stood around 6'3 with a narrow jaw line dark five o'clock shadow and those same unforgettable auburn eyes, I felt like breaking down.

"Dad?" My voice began to crack, he aged since I last saw him. But nevertheless he was the same man that caused the void in my heart, and he presence was nothing but trouble. But my chest tightened, he has never seen me like this. "Why are you-?"

"Look at you, look what you choose to do with your body!" His voice heightened, it was just like the old days. I was ashamed, I never needed to be reminded of my failure. "Your mother told me I could find you here, but you know you're mother-a no good trifling whore." I felt my lungs restrict, it was harder to breathe. "I thought she was trying to confuse me, make me angry for no good reason. But look what I find! My daughter as some trashy cocktail waitress at a god damn strip club!" I felt tears spill, if there was anyone in this world that could shatter me so easily it was my father.

"Just leave!" I cried, my face twisted with pain. "Leave me alone damn it!" I screamed hysterically, turning to walk back into the storage room as an escape. But evasion was never an option with him, Inuyasha was nearly invisible to me now. I was afraid of him witnessing my old trash I completely forgot he was there I stumbled passed him desperately turning the handle to the storage room. But something halted me, I stopped before the door.

"Get outta here dirt bag!" I heard the silver haired man curse, my heart beat rose rapidly. I turned quickly, I felt a mixture of so many different emotions. Why did he have to get involved, nothing good would come of Inuyasha's interference, my father would just grow more irrational.

"Make me punk! She's my problem I don't need you involved!" My father yelled, his low masculine voice booming in volume. I felt I had to counter and stop the near confrontation before it began. I moved between the two, both remain still.

"Please don't Inuyasha . . . just go." I pleaded, looking toward him with my eyes that were watery and red.

"No, he's the one that needs to go!" Inuyasha growled with an intimidating expression. "This is such bull shit!"

"Little boy, you have no business here. Why do you go find your self another whore!" The middle aged man barked ferociously, his eyes as deadly as ever. I shivered, knowing neither would back down according to their stiff posture.


A/N:
uh-oh I'm gonna get it from all of you. Cliff hanger galore, I couldn't help myself though. My internet's busted so it might be a while before I can post this. Lots of love fans and readers.