Chapter 7
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Suka (Many Hours Ago)
I pushed her out and slammed the door. There was no way she was getting out of this! It's not very often you get to go out with a 'bad boy'… She really never answered my question about that Inuyasha guy. Maybe he's hot? She certainly likes him enough from what I've heard. I just hope this guy doesn't blow it, he was cute. 'God let her be okay?' I sighed, Yuki would be home soon and I would be off Souta Duty. 'Speaking of' my thoughts were interrupted by the irritated ringing of a House phone. I went to the kitchen and picked it up, not waiting to look at the caller id.
"Hello?"
"Hey Suka?"
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Oh, I'm gonna be a little late. So could you start dinner?"
"Sure, how late are you gonna be?"
"I should be back at around…Nine? I want to get this plan approved and finalized by tomorrow, and I'm almost done anyway so?" I could practically see her typing on the computer while talking to me.
"Alright, alright, go do your legal stuff! The kid will be in bed and food will be ready when you get here."
"Thank you Suka."
"No problem, I'll see you when you get home."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye" I turned around, this was Japan what the hell was I, an American, going to cook? I went and looked in the refrigerator; the great thing about living in America was you learn to improvise. Forty minutes later Sota and I were sitting on the couch watching TV while eating fried fish and steamed vegetables over rice. Souta was surprised; kid didn't think I could cook! When he was done eating I told him to go take a shower, after he repeatedly refused, my exact words were "If you don't go up there and take a shower now I will carry you up there and give you a bath like when you were little!" He looked utterly stupefied, I took a step towards him and he flew up those stairs like the devil was on his heels!
I wondered around the living while I picked up the plates and set off to wash the dishes. I had made a plate for Yuki that was now sitting, wrapped, in the microwave. As I did the dishes I let my mind wonder, dangerous… I know.
Suddenly I was in a different place, the same place. I could feel the cold brick on my back, the knife against my throat. I couldn't hear anything it was like I was deaf. My heart was pounding, I was scared, I tried to scream but nothing came out. I was hoping, wishing, praying someone would save me but there was no one. No one to save me. No one to help. I was alone and no one was coming. I felt so weak, so helpless, and yet I couldn't come to blame anyone but myself. It was a childish thought… to think someone was going to save me, this wasn't the movies. I had to save myself and I couldn't. Thankfully everything started to go dark… I was blacking out.
"Hey Suka, you wanna watch a movie?" I jumped and the dish I had been washing made a loud clattering noise as it hit another dish in the sink. 'Damn kid always sneaking up on me! He should start wearing a cow bell!' pushing away those hazardous I turned around a smile on my face "What movie?"…
I couldn't help but laugh, "Please, Lame!" We were watching some lame movie about samurai killing each other over a dumb family feud. These people were chopping limbs off left and right; blood was spewing all over the room. Seeing all the limbs on the ground, I remembered when Joey got his pinky cut off in that woodchopper accident. I had rode to the hospital with him and was there when they sewed his finger back on. I went to therapy with him every day those couple of weeks too. Spending so much time helping care for him really helped us bond as closer friends. After that I knew we both would watch out for each other. Not that I would ever ask but I had a sense that if I needed something he would get it, or find a way.
I would like to tell you I miss my friends that I would much rather be there than here but honestly ever since the incident it feels like I've been gazing into the abyss, everything around me looks the same. Nothing in my life has real meaning anymore; the only thing that keeps me going is the thought of defeating him. Like because I'm still breathing and not giving up I hurt him, like I won in a way. It made me feel like my life was a stage and I was waiting for real person, not the characters they played. Someone I could actually trust and not have to lie to all the time. Until then they were all him, someone waiting to hurt me.
I looked over, my phone was vibrating on the table next to me, and I picked it up. It was my social worker, probably wanting to see how I was settling in. I pressed the ignore button on the screen and the phone became silent. 'I'll have to call her in the morning' I decided, I looked down at Souta who was now asleep on my lower leg. He looked like a little angel. I couldn't help but smile, okay so maybe it wasn't totally depressing.
Remembering what time it was from my phone, almost 8:15, I slowly moved his head so I could get up and I then turned around to carry him up stairs to his room. Most people thought it was odd that I could lift twice my body weight, so obviously he was nothing. I got to the door of his room and bent down to open it. It was difficult trying not to hit his head on the door frame but I made it inside and placed him on his bed. I noticed a blanket on the dresser and picked it up. That's when I saw it… I gave a triumphant grin. 'I knew it!' there it was a Japanese Playboy.
He was like 13 years old of course he had one; he was bound to at some point in his life! An evil grin passed over my face as I laid the blanket on him. Before I left the room I snatched the magazine and a black marker from a drawer in the kitchen. And now there I was down stairs in the kitchen marking out every nipple and slot I could find, I knew I wasn't going to get yelled at. He wouldn't say anything without incriminating himself first, so it made the perfect time killer as long as Yuki didn't see it.
I put the magazine back in his room, depornifed, with 15 minutes to spare. As being bored will do I went and put a CD in the Stereo; The Black Eyed Peas, you know from back when they made good Latin music? I sat down on the couch and relaxed as my brain went numb listening to the reoccurring beats. It was nice to not have to think all the time, if only I could stay like this forever.
Before I knew it the door was shutting and Yuki was standing there taking her jacket off. I greeted her with a hug and returned to the microwave to heat up her food. "So how was work?" I asked unwrapping the hot plate.
"Fine, boring as always but fine."
"How about that plan, did you get it finished?"
"Yepp and the boss even said it was an 'inspired idea'." She smiled proud of herself, I placed her plate on the table and she sat down.
"That's great!" I nodded encouragingly.
"So how was Souta tonight?" she said starting to eat her vegetables.
"Oh he was great! He ate dinner, took a shower, then we sat down to watch TV, and he went out like a light." I said recapping the night.
"Hmm that's good I guess… and OH MY GOSH THIS IS GOOD!" she exclaimed tasting the fish. I giggled "thanks".
Well what now? Yuki was here, so no need to watch Souta. I had no homework since it was my first day, and I didn't bring very much so nothing to unpack? "Hey I think imma go for a walk I'll be back later?" She looked over and nodded. I walked over and grabbed my phone, stopping to pull my hair up. I thought back to when I took an hour to teach myself to put it up after my hair grew so long, my mom refused to help me because she thought I was being ridiculous, she was probably right. I pulled the tail around my shoulder; even when it was in a ponytail it still hung to the middle of my back. I smiled, I had gotten a really bad haircut when I was little and decided to never do that again. It had been so bad that I had to convince my dad to shave my head so I could shamelessly go out in public. I cried for 7 hours until he finally agreed. I got so used to it being incredibly long that I haven't cut it since.
I put my jacket on and walked out the door. It had gotten dark outside and 'HOLY SHIT!' it was cold. I stuffed my hands in my pockets; trying to keep warm. I walked down the steps on to the sidewalk outside our property. A gust of wind blew down my jacket, making me shiver. I readjusted my jacket and shifted my hands only to find a pair of blue headphones in my pockets. I pulled them out and looked at them; of course they were tied in a big damn knot! I stuffed them back in my pocket as I proceeded down towards the park. After I made it to the gardens I found a bench and set to work pulling and twisting on the immense twist.
A couple of minutes passed by, "You know, you really shouldn't be out here all by yourself?" someone asked from the shadows. "And why is that?" I asked not bothering to look away from my task. I knew he was there, had been for quite some time, I'd had that Feeling ever since he showed up.
"You never know who will jump out at a pretty little thing like yourself."
'Little? I'm 5'8?' "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
"So what's your name, Hun?" he asked stepping into the light. He looked familiar, I like I'd seen him before. He was cute, around my age, pretty tall, chin length black hair, brown eyes, muscular, but he was extremely white. Like forreal this dude nearly glowed! I was wearing jeans so I didn't bother crossing my legs. I leaned back on the bench, almost challenging him. "Depends, yours?"
He smiled probably liking my position; I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. His smile turned into a smirk as he said, "Hinata Saitou but you can call me Hin." 'Aw Shit!' I was forced to recall the conversation from the walk home today.
"Yes Kagome, who is it you're going out with tonight?" Eri asked with the hurt plain in her voice, a blush started to creep into Kagome's cheeks.
"Um, it's nobody just, umm, Hojo?" Kagome said, Eri and Yuka gasped and then quickly turned around. "That's great Kagome!" Ayumi smiled, not really sure what was going on.
"Wait is something wrong, about him?" I asked.
Yuka turned around, "Well?"
"Well? Well what?"
"Hojo hasn't exactly been himself lately."
"What do you mean?"
"For starters he's been hanging around Hinata Saitou; he's a real bad influence on Hojo. Hojo has even started skipping classes and vandalizing school property."
I grunted a little, "Even I've ditched class I couple of times. How bad is the vandalism?"
"He and Hinata bashed in the windows of our principle's car!"
Kagome was on a date with the trouble maker and apparently here was his better half. I narrowed my eyes, "Yeah? Strangely I have the feeling that you already know my name."
"Why do you ask that?"
"Hojo," he simply shrugged and walked over to sit on the bench with me.
"Totosuka?"
"Mmmm"
"Yeah, you're right we have math together."
"Really?" I said thick with sarcasm. I pulled the knot free and started hooking them up to my phone. 'Mental Note: look for a job, tomorrow!' it was lame I didn't have money sooo I didn't have an iPod or the new 'Kesha' CD for that matter. I picked one of my playlists and stood up, "Well thanks for the little chat but I really must be off." I turned and started towards the road, headphones on.
As I got a couple of steps away from the bench I noticed Saitou walking next to me. I took one of my buds out, "Can I help you?"
He looked over, "What I can't walk with you?"
"No"
"Aww too bad"
"Whatever," I said rolling my eyes, "I'm not going to talk to you." I said almost matter-of-factly.
"That's fine" He said, I put my headphones back in. We continued to walk towards the city for many blocks before my phone started to beep; I was down to half a battery. I sighed, it was best that I save my battery. I pulled my headphones out and returned the objects to my pockets.
"Decide you want to be friends?"
"Yeah, so we can become Besties!" I said sarcastically, what was with this guy? Didn't he know I didn't want him around me? "So why won't you leave me alone?"
"Maybe I just want to get to know you? You are pretty hot." I sighed, wear all guys really the same? Surely there had to one that wasn't concerned with how tight my shirt was? Or the fact that I was wearing jeans instead of a mini skirt?
"Wow you don't hold back, huh?" Our conversation was cut short by a series of grunts and whimpers. We looked over towards a streetlight, only to see three guys kicking something on the ground. I had that Feeling, so strong that it almost made me sick. Something bad was about to happen.
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I ran over, they were startled by my occurrence from the dark and stepped back. Cautiously I bent down and checked this guy's pulse and breathing. He would be fine, he was just in a lot of pain. Suddenly I felt two arms pick me up with much force and speed. Next thing I knew I was being slammed into a concrete wall, my forehead hitting it hard. I opened my eyes and not much to my surprise saw Saitou's jaw not inches away from my face. 'You know this Bastard is really starting to piss me. The. Fuck. Off!'
Those three guys that were just beating up some poor boy were behind him, his back up. I sighed, this guy was smarter than he looked and I had a feeling me being here wasn't a coincidence. Saitou pulled away bringing my attention back to him, I knew he had a cocky smile on his damn face. "You know you were right when you said I already knew your name, but I'd like to know a lot more than your name." he whispered.
I glared at the wall; this guy was really testing my patience. "Yeah and what would you like to know?" I said harshly. He slid his hand down from my waist to the back of my thigh just under my butt, and squeezed tenderly. He bent closer and whispered, "I think you already have a good guess?" 'Really again?' my heart rate picked up, he reached behind him with his other hand and then pulled it back to me. I could feel the knife in his hand as he roughly caressed my bum.
"Hey, Hin, are you gonna share?" one of his friends called out.
"Get outta here!" he barked. They reluctantly followed his orders walking back on to the street.
"Wow touchy!" one said rounding the corner.
"I know weird right? Whatever she wasn't my type anyway."
"A Blonde... You'd think after he dated Rokokia for so long, he'd be more into brunettes?"
Saitou started rubbing and grabbing harder, I forced myself to remember my teachings. I recalled my last lesson with my sensei.
"Don't look over there! Listen to what's over there! Remember a good fighter uses all of his senses! But focus your main attention on your opponent!" I nodded, 'Old man thinks I'm stupid?' I had been surprised when Sensei said he would be my opponent today instead of Mikey. I never liked having to hit the old man. Mikey was in the corner polishing his staff, I would be expecting his attack too.
Saitou had started racking his hands up and down my legs, sliding his chest on my back. Occasionally he would run his hands inside my legs, against my core.
The old man lunged and I sprang forward the palms of my hands pushing on his chest, knocking him back. "Come on Suka this isn't a defense portion, don't be afraid to hit me!" Sensei got back on his feet, "AGAIN!" He took a step forward but I didn't move. He made a swing and I deflected it, landing a hit.
Saitou pulled back and took my jacket off, tossing it to the ground. I heard him open the switchblade. He pulled my shirt up and started cutting a jagged line clear down the back. Slicing through the last of fabric he pushed the shirt forward falling around my arms. He slid his hands up my waist around to my chest, grabbing and bruising his fill.
He grabbed my wrist and spun me into an arm lock. I swung my head back hitting him in the nose. Sensei loosened his grip and I slipped out. Slamming the side of my hand into his rib cage, I heard Mikey engage and move from his spot. I had enough time to pull my arms into an embrace as the staff he was holding came down colliding with my boobs pinning me between him and the staff. I had to think fast, smirking I reached behind me putting my hands on his hips sliding my hands down into his pants.
Saitou slowly took a small step back, pulling me and turning me around. He pushed my shoulders back onto the wall, my hips forward. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you." He said grinning, I glared back at him and he ripped the ruined shirt off onto the ground. He placed his palms on my hips, fingers on my ass. In one fluid movement pushed my hips back and his bulge crushing into my legs. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to explode.
He dropped one of his hands and pulled away, clearly shocked. I sauntered over to him smiling. I quickly pulled my thumb in and jabbed his throat. He fell to the floor, unconscious. I turned to face Sensei, who was just standing there watching. He sighed and walked over to Mikey vigorously patting his cheeky. Mikey's eyes fluttered open, looking at Sensei and then me, eyes widening.
Saitou smiled yanking on my jeans, moving over to the button, pulling it free.
Sensei smiled, "But a Great Fighter is creative, and therefore has the greatest weapon!" I smirked and Mikey just laughed.
'The greatest weapon?' Saitou started pulling on my jeans, I smiled. I grabbed his front pockets yanking his bulge between my legs. I felt it grow beneath me because of my abrupt willingness; It Made Me. Want. To. Vomit. Saitou looked at me, I narrowed my eyes, and he smiled putting his hands around my waist. He started humping me even though there were still two pairs of jeans between "us" and started to moan. Instead of hurling right over his shoulder I started sucking on his neck and began pushing him back until he touched the wall behind him. I drew back moving my hands to his pants making him close his eyes. I slowly lifted my right hand, thumb in, and punched him in the throat.
He dropped, "Yepp he'll be out for a while." I smiled fixing my bra I walked over and slid my jacket on, zipped to the top. Shame really, I had liked that shirt! I picked up my phone which must have fallen out during his little outburst. And preceded out of the darkness, I got to the streetlight when I remember that guy. He was still lying on the ground but now he was conscious.
"Hey are you okay?" he just looked at me, I couldn't read his face. "Can you walk?" I asked starting to get irritated. He nodded and held out a hand so I could help him up. Once he was up I asked, "Where are you staying?" I knew he wasn't from around here. One: because he looked Indian (like a real one from India), and well… that's it really. He pointed down the street, back the way I'd come and we set off walking that way.
He was quiet but hell this boy was mighty fine! He was light brown skinned; his brown hair came down just past his beautiful eyes. His eyes, it felt like I knew those eyes, they were the prettiest shade of blue, like the Atlantic in the summer. He caught me staring at him, I looked away and he smiled it was it was… amused, big, and bright, almost child-like. It was so cute, I couldn't help but smile. "What's your name?" I asked trying to break the silence
"Madan" he said in an angelic voice. 'God of Love'
"Oh so he speaks? Suka." I said indicating to myself 'God of Love? How did I know that?'
He sighed, "The Japanese and their sarcasm." He said in English.
I smirked and continued his conversation in English, "No I think that's the Americans?"
"Let me guess you're American?" he said clearly not surprised. The way he said it made it sound rude. 'He's a Jackass!' "Yeah," I said in a peeved manner. He looked over realizing I was mad. He grinned trying not to laugh, that only made me madder. 'Stupid Jerk!' "So did you live in America or is it just a hobby?"
"I lived there. You know you really don't have to walk me home?" he said in a frustrated huff.
'I don't? Sure let's let the guy with a concussion, limp, and is covered in blood walk himself home! That sounds just swell!' I thought, instead I said "Whatever."
He looked over at me searching for something, "I was born in India but my god father lived in America. When I went to live with him I had to learn the language."
"So why are you in Japan?" I asked softly, I didn't want to touch on any wounds.
He looked like he was about to say something but decided against it, "I don't know." His head turned up and he said, "Well here I am?" he stopped; we were at an apartment complex.
"Do you need help?" I knew he probably did.
"No but you can come up if you'd like?" he asked cautiously. I nodded, for the first time in my life a guy asked me to go somewhere with him and that Feeling was nowhere to found. It felt… good.
Madan
We walked inside the building; I was praying I could get to the room I hadn't been here long enough to memorize the path. I knew I was on the second floor so we headed up the stairs. Man he really went all out; he didn't have to make it hurt so much! I couldn't remember the last time I actually bled, but that's okay, I would bleed for her.
She was beautiful. She looked the same, yet still different, it was bizarre seeing her without mud in her hair. I turned my head to look at her, her beautiful hair blonde as ever. In the midst of my watching I missed a step and stumbled, with her impeccable reflexes she put two hands on the rail behind me trapping me between them while simultaneously pushing me into the wall so I wouldn't fall. The rail was stabbing into my lower back but I didn't mind, our bodies were pressed together, I could feel her chest rise and fall as she breathed. My heart swelled I hadn't been this close to her in so long I'd forgot how much I missed her.
That's when it hit me. 'She probably doesn't even know who I am.' I looked into her eyes, they were green, not how I remembered them. It was true she didn't know. She let go of the railing, "Are you alright?" I nodded, steadying myself. She waited for me to begin up the steps again, following dutifully behind. I was reminded of how sweet she could be. Thankfully we found the apartment with ease; I pulled the key out of my pocket and handed it to her. "Do you mind I think I broke a finger?" the truth was where I was from we had keys but they weren't so small and awkward. She opened the door and walked right in holding it open for me. I limped in to the living room flopping down on the couch, she gave me the key. "Well? I guess that's it?" she turned and headed towards the door. 'Not yet'
"You want something to eat?" she turned back around, "What?"
"You want something to eat?" I repeated she gave me a marveling stare, "Okay?"
She was laughing and smiling, we were doing the dishes after we finished eating. I had dropped a dish in the sink and it splashed her with water. In retaliation she scoped up water and threw it at me. It was funny but now her jacket was soaked and it looked uncomfortable. Neither of us was fazed by the fact that it showed everything because I already knew her and she was just too proud; she could walk naked in a supermarket and not think twice about who was watching. "You wanna borrow a shirt?" she looked up from the sink and nodded.
I grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. I could feel her tense, she was so cute. The room had a walk in closet I pulled her into the room and set her lose. "Whoa, you have a lot of clothes!" She said that and I burst out laughing, I don't know why but it made her smile. She started looking through clothes, "So what happened to your brother?" I yelled. We had been discussing the last few years of her life. I already knew what had happened since I saw the whole thing play out, but it was good that she got it off her chest.
"Um I don't know. He did the same as you, turned 18 and got the hell outta dodge, haven't heard anything since." She picked out a black shirt that fit her and slipped it on. She walked out of the closet and I went in to change my bloody clothes, I was surprised she didn't say anything. "How about you?" she called from the bedroom.
"I haven't seen my brothers or sisters since I left India." I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt, put them on and tossed the bloody clothes in a pile on the floor. When I walked into the room her long hair was pulled out of its tie and she was lying on the four-post bed staring at the hangings, "Are you okay?"
She sat up, "Yeah. You?"
I nodded, "Just a couple of bruises." I walked over and sat down next to her, "Why did you let him touch you?"
She looked at me and sighed, "I… I… got scared. Learning these things and practicing them… it's a lot easier than when you are actually in the situation. In the octagon you have the referee there to stop it if it goes too far, you know what your opponent is capable of but out there in the real world you don't have those things. No one to stop the fight and you don't know how far your opponent will go, how desperate he is."
When she had told me she was an MMA Fighter I was still surprised even though I saw her train for months and puke for hours before her first fight. She laid back down, "I bet I could take you!"
She smiled, "I bet you could," I gave her a look of confusion, "I wouldn't hurt you," she explained.
"And why is that?"
"Because you wouldn't hurt me." It was true, I worshipped the ground she walked on but there was no way she could know that yet, not for sure anyway.
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"Am I right?" she asked softly, I looked into her eyes. Even if they were green they were still home. Involuntarily I bent my head closer to her, without hesitation she bent up and kissed me. I was losing control; soon I wouldn't be able to control my body any more than I could my mind, and my thoughts were already drifting.
Her arms found their way around my neck, and I pressed myself closer to her. We fit perfectly; it was just how I remembered us. We were made to fit. I had missed her, her short-temper, her sarcastic attitude, and her insane enthusiasm to do stupid things. I missed her. "Suka," I breathed, it was true she was really here, I had been afraid that if I said her name someone would come and take her from me again; like this was just a dream. I pulled back and looked down at her, Suka was still my kitten; a tiger that would kill you as soon as look at you, but with me she became a kitten.
Suka sat up and looked into my eyes searching, it made my heart hurt, she didn't know who I was. She put a hand on my cheek and kissed me, "I need to go." I kissed her but this time it was more urgent, I sighed, "Your jacket."
"What about it?" she asked even though she knew immediately what I was talking about.
I smiled, "It's wet. Not to mention it's quite cold out."
Suka smirked and pulled herself off the bed. "Alas, I guess it will be awhile before I leave."
I stood up and looked at her, "Alas."
She smiled and reached for her jacket, "Um, where is your dryer?" I knew this situation; she wants to do it but I want to do it for her. I have two options; I could pick a fight or I could let her do it. I've missed her for too long; Fight!
"Down stairs, I'll take it?" she looked at me, a big smile on her face, "No that's okay." Suka turned on her heel and walked out of the bedroom, I was stunned she didn't normally do that! I ran after her and grabbed her hand making her turn around. I placed a hand on her waist and pulled her close, "Please let me do it?"
She looked at me as if I was the strangest man in the world. "Why?" I rested my head against hers.
"Because if you leave, I'm not sure if you would come back." Suka was silent, "Please," I begged. She sighed and stepped back; with a frustrated huff she threw the soggy jacket at my chest. "Fine," she said clearly upset, I smiled at how easy it was to piss her off, she turned and stomped off towards the couch. As I headed toward the door I asked, "Don't leave?" Devoid of looking at me Suka stated, "You have my jacket."
I walked back up the steps; I didn't have a key so she'd have to open the door. When I found my door I knocked, I don't what she was doing but about a minute later the door opened. I walked in and followed her to the couch; I noticed the guitar next to the television. 'Oh yeah' "I put it in the dyer it should be done in half an hour," she nodded, I sat down and she sat next to me, I reached over grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.
Still after a couple of minutes I couldn't focus on the TV so I put my arm around Suka and brought her face to mine as I began kissing her. After a while she slowly moved onto me, we continued to kiss as she straddled my lap. Content with our position I put her arms around my neck and placed my hands on her legs. Unintentionally I squeezed her thigh, and she pressed harder into me. As she moved her legs forward I could feel the heat of her core against my lower abdomen, I groaned. I knew where this was going but I also knew that if it got where it was going, I would never see her again. She was probably the only girl I ever knew that ever discovered the "Difference".
I wanted to push closer into her. I wanted to carry her back to the bed. I wanted to pull every article of clothing from her beautiful body. I wanted to love her again, but I wanted to LOVE her again. So instead I put my arms around her waist and fell sideways, she shifted her leg out from under me. I pulled her close again and nuzzled my head into her neck, smelling her hair. Suka tangled a leg in between mine and relaxed into me. Soon I heard her breathing steady as she fell asleep. We stayed like that for a while; she occasionally would snuggle closer to me even though we had no space left between us.
I didn't want to sleep; I didn't want to miss any of this. It felt like if I let go I would let go of a part of me. That's what Suka was a part of me; all of me, a part that made it hurt when it wasn't close. She stirred next to me, she pulled her head back and looked at me, "Do you play?" I knew what she meant, the guitar, "Yeah." Suka got up from the couch and handed it to me. She sat down on the other end of the couch and waited, I pulled the guitar into my lap. I thought about a song that she would like but she liked them all, so it became difficult. So instead I picked one enjoyed. As I began to play she laid her head back and closed her eyes. She smirked and I asked, "What?"
"I figured."
"What?"
"You. Bon Jovi. It was obvious." I smiled; as the first verse began I noticed her mouthing the lyrics. 'She is something else!' Half way through the song I played into a different one, she looked up at me. "Jonas?" I didn't say anything I knew she liked them; I also knew it was mostly because she thought the youngest brother was hot. Like I said; something else! She looked over at the clock and sighed. It was time for her to go. I put the guitar on the floor and crawled over to her. She crossed her legs on the couch; I straddled her lower thighs as I was leaned over kissing her.
She put her hands under my arms bringing me closer. I really didn't want her to leave but I was running out of ways to stall the inevitable. Suka slid her hands from my arms to my hips and lightly pulled, sitting me down on her lap, I looked at her. "Isn't it supposed to be the other way?" I asked and she looked me dead in the face. "Is it?" like I said she knew. She continued to slide her hands down to my thighs; before I knew what I was doing I had stopped kissing her and was licking my way up her neck. She moaned as she arched backward, thrusting her hips up. This had to be the hardest thing I'd done all night. But I needed to get away from it before I started humping her. I moved and stood up but in one fluid motion Suka swung her legs off the couch yanked on my hands. Bringing me to my knees, she caught my shoulders before I went slamming into her. She was becoming predatory, soon my body wouldn't give me a second chance to back away, and that I knew.
"THAT'S IT!" she yelled clearly angry as hell, she dragged my head up and stared into my eyes. "What the fuck is your deal!" she had placed the heels of her shoes behind my thighs, squeezing her's into my hips. I had a feeling that even if my body could move, it couldn't. If that makes any sense, the point was I wasn't leaving until I answered her.
"I want to Suka. Damn you have no idea how much, but…I want more." I growled becoming aroused by her dominance. Right now she was the Queen and I a lowly servant, guaranteed to do her bidding.
"What is… more?" she said harshly, she knew what I was talking about.
"Love," I simply stated, "… maybe" I added to make her feel better. She stared at me the ecstasy vanishing from her figure. She released me from her hold and I sighed in relief but didn't leave my position.
"I hate to break it to you but one who seeks love often never finds It." she said still staring at me.
"You're probably right." I said in a knowing voice. I thought about how easier it would be if she just knew who I was, but I would always love her, my Queen, my Kitten, my Life. I kissed her; I didn't want to hear it any more. I grabbed her hands and pulled her off the couch, "Come on, its time." I pulled her hand but Suka didn't move, she was looking down at the floor her long hair hiding her face, when she looked up at me she had tears in her eyes. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me into an embrace, whispering incoherent apologies. I knew what she was talking about even if she didn't, images of that night flashed through my mind, Suka crying, that strange light, the brick walls.
Suddenly reality broke through to Suka and she stopped crying. She pulled away and gave a small chuckle as she wiped away her tears. "I apologize I don't know where that came from?" she turned walked around me and out the door, I caught up with her and we walked down to the basement together. I retrieved her jacket from the dryer and handed it to her. "Thanks" she said, putting the jacket on before I walked her out the building. When we got to the lobby she turned gave me a kiss on the cheek and fled out the glass doors. "Sir?" asked the attendee from behind the counter, "Someone just called and left a message for you?" I turned and took the small slip of paper. It said:
Go to bed you bum. You have work in the morning, there is nothing else you can do for now.
I knew who it was from immediately, but why did I need to get a job? I knew; so I blended in more and did not attract attention to myself. I went back up to my room the whole time still thinking about her. She was gone, again.
Suka
I practically flew out those doors ready to be released from his spell. I don't know what the hell just happened? One minute I'm pissed as hell the next I'm spilling my darkest secrets to a total stranger. Like what the hell I didn't even know this guy! But there was something about this stranger; it was like he wasn't a stranger at all. I don't know but it felt like I spoke and he listened like he actually cared. I shook my head, that wasn't possible all the people I've met in my life are shallow, almost hollow creatures. But I don't know maybe he was different? There was something about him. I was drawn to him; As if some greater force were pulling me in like a fish on a hook, like even if we were in a room packed with people that somehow I would still bump into him.
My mind began going through the time we'd spent together for the last couple hours. I know it sounds strange but I think I've met him before. I don't know where or when but I think I knew him. For some unexplainable reason I felt like I needed to be near him, see him, touch him, talk to him. My mind wondered back to the couch the feel of our bodies so close, it was different, almost unfamiliar. Whoever he was the hunger and need was new to us. I could still feel the touch of his fingertips along my thighs. His touch… his touch I don't know how to explain it…it was… pleasurable yet comforting? I wanted more but I knew I could live without it, maybe. Damn this guy was weird! He was making me doubt myself, I NEVER doubt myself. What was with this guy or what was up with me? It had not been 10 minutes and I already missed him. I shook my head and then the rest of my body, banishing all thoughts from my head. His apartment wasn't very far from Yuki's, so it was about thirty minutes until I began to walk up the steps towards the house.
Inuyasha
I hopped on to the lip of the well. It was dark, the light Kagome's mom had set up in the corner was out. Damn women I'd have to ask her about that. I jumped and landed on the level behind the sliding door. I walked out of the shrine and toward Kagome's home, my ears twitched in a different direction, someone was coming. The footsteps were light and quick. Whoever they were, they were female and clearly agitated. I chose not to hide because it might be Kagome; I was up wind of her so I couldn't catch her scent.
I soon saw the person walking up the steps. I knew it wasn't her but… those hips… that cute little nose. She looked like… "Where's Kagome?" I yelled at her, she continued to walk past me.
"She died!" She called over her shoulder. An immense wave of sadness washed over me. How could she be dead? I saw and spoke with her just yesterday, how could she be dead? This woman had to be lying! Kagome couldn't be dead I wouldn't let her! The wind shifted and I caught her scent.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH KAGOME, WITCH!?" I bellowed, she turned around and gave me a stern look. I don't know what it was about that look but it was making my beast want to back down. I was too stubborn to submit to this witch so I stood up straighter and puffed out my chest trying to assert my dominance. She began to walk towards me at a brisk pace. Before I knew what was happening she was standing in front of me, my beast retreating into a small corner.
SMACK!
She slapped me across the face and her voice went up an octave, "Don't you yell at me!" I glared into her eyes, they were green but as I looked a bright white smoke was slowly filling them. I lifted my hand to her chin to get a better look and she swiftly grabbed my hand and flipped me over her shoulder. Before I could feel the pain of impact I was on my feet again and charging her, her irises glowing with the white smoke. Extraordinarily she just stood there palms flat, as I prepared for my attack. The witch grabbed my wrist with one hand and pushed my chest with the other. Suddenly I found myself on the ground, she placed her knee on my chest pinning me to the ground.
"Suka!" someone yelled running towards us.
"Yes?" the witch answered in the sweetest tone.
"What are you doing?" they asked, as she shifted to look at the person I felt myself become aroused.
"I was ju-", before I knew what I was doing my hand moved to the witch's thigh and was squeezing tenderly. Her face went slack and she looked down at me. "What. Are. You. Doing?" she growled, my face turned red 'I'm turning into a fucking Lecher just like that fucking Monk!' That's when the weirdest thing happened her scent got thicker, sweeter, she had become hot too. I had the compulsion to flip her over and ravage her, until I saw Kagome walk up next to us.
"Inuyasha what are you doing?" she asked in what sounded like pure curiosity. A surge of relief ran through me then I remembered the position I was in.
"You wanna get off me?" I asked the witch, she glared at me.
"You wanna move your hand?" I had to wrestle with my urges but I eventually removed my hand from her leg. And she slowly raised herself away from me. I quickly jumped up and backed away from her.
"What happened?" asked Kagome, the witch stood up straighter and stuck her chin out.
"S-she told me y-you were dead!" I stuttered trying to understand what was going on, myself.
The witch crossed her arms, "I apologize it surpassed my thoughts that sarcasm was lost on the medieval."
"Suka!" Kagome reprimanded, "He's from the Feudal era." The witch just smiled and shook her head.
"Yeah whatever! Wench we need to leave!" I said turning to Kagome.
She looked disappointed, "Why I've only been here a day?"
"Because there is a fucking demon near the village and the monk thinks it might have a jewel shard."
Kagome nodded, "Let me go get my bag."
"Me' you're not leaving tonight!" the witch stated.
"Suka I have to go."
"Then you can go in the morning! I'm sure the damn thing isn't going to get very far!"
Kagome thought about it for a second, "Okay fine but we're leaving first thing in the morning!"
"Yes! Right after you have breakfast with your mother!" the witch said a huge smile on her face. Kagome sighed but nodded anyway. The Witch grabbed Kagome's hand and they walked inside. I followed; there was no way that I was going to leave my Kagome with that Creature! We walked through the door and up the steps, until Kagome's mom came out of her room. "Oh Suka and Kagome you're home. I was beginning to worry." she said.
"Where did you go Kagome?" I asked turning to her.
The witch turned to me, "I took Kagome to a women's strip club." Kagome and her mother laughed, "What's a Strip Club?" The witch just shook her head looking at the ground.
"Hello, Inuyasha it's nice to see you again. Are you and Kagome leaving?" Kagome's mother asked.
"Yes," I said, "No" the witch countered, I stared at her she was really starting to get on my nerves!
"Not until morning," Kagome explained. Kagome's mother nodded, "Okay well you need to get to bed it's almost midnight!" Kagome and the witch nodded and set off into her room, as I approached the door the witch turned to shut it.
"Heeeeyyyyyyyyyyy?" I whined "I'm sorry dogs sleep OUTside!" and with that she slammed the door.
Hello! Yes it's me! I know you haven't heard from me in a long while that is probably because this chapter was sooooooo long! Like im not even kidding my words count is over eight thousand! So I hope this makes up for our time apart? I hope you like the chapter I don't know when ill be seeing you but I can promise that when I do it will be good! Hopefully.
Some of my readers might not like the maturity of my chapter so to recap!
Suka babysat Souta
Went for a walk
Was almost raped
Met a really peculiar but hot guy
Freaked out about it
Inuyasha showed up
Suka and Inu don't get along
And something strange is going on!
Oh and by the way I'm not harsh and crude I do read the reviews! Sadly the well and her parents will have to wait until the next chapter BUT the request of Suka's appearance was made so currently it consists of super long blonde hair, green eyes… you know your regular Barbie Girl? But if there is anything you feel I should emphasize or whatever… feel free to tell me write or review.
Welp th-th-tha-that's all folks! Until next time .
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, Playboy, Coldplay (previous chapter), The Black Eyed Peas, iPod, Bon Jovi, the Jonas Brothers, or Kesha.