I'm so fucking PISSED OFF at FF.N and quickedit. I just might move it all to Media Minor. I'll fix the problems later, guys, I'm too pissed off to do it right now. Sorry about them. Stupid Quickedit isn't showing my question marks.
Hey everyone. I know it's been a long time. And I know I promised not to take so long in the last post… O.O;
Anyway, I feel the least I can do for you all is to answer some of your questions.
Baby Shadow: No worries about me stopping. I love fanfiction. It's a great way for me to procrastinate. ;
IBrainedMyDamage: I suggest you rent the movie and watch it. What am I saying? Buy the damn thing. It's so addictive. Especially if you're a Julia Robert's buff. (I get a lot of crap for liking her. What can I say? She's GREAT at drama.)
Kitsune55: Does Souta die? Maybe…. shifty eyes
DarklessVasion: Thank you! And I agree with everything you said. "Smack downs" from good guys always make me feel better. XD
Addanc-TSC: Please, call me Goddess.
Lilswallow: Never mention that school to me again. I spit on that school! heated school-pride takes over Damn the Academy of Art! No, the school I go to is called the Art Institute of California-San Francisco. If I went to the Academy, I would say I go to the Academy, and not the Art Institute.
That's all for now. I won't make you guys wait any longer, I know it's been forever. Enjoy.
GoddessInuYasha
Chapter 6: To Hide A Scar.
"Mrs. Sasaki"
"Yes, sir"
"Get the orphanage on the phone. I believe it's Kurai Orphanage."
"Yes, sir."
"And set up an appointment for this upcoming Monday. InuYasha wants this child adopted as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh. And Mrs. Sasaki"
"Yes, sir"
"I must pay a visit to dear, old Kikyo this afternoon. Clear my schedule."
"But, Mr. Noubui, sir"
"DO it, Mrs. Sasaki."
"...Yes, sir."
Kitari leaned his slim back up against the concrete wall of the Carmel Café, a high-classed place lost in a sea of a high-classed society. What was it about people that made them dress and act like they were cut from cardboard? So stiff and arrogant. He watched as a tall, quite stunning female dressed in all white walked a sultry walk in front of him. She gave him a coy smile, and, lowering his super-dark sunglasses, he offered one in return, no more. He had a job.
He glanced across the street and scratched the back of his head, wishing he could follow the lovely piece-of-meat-in-white, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet of Newport Menthols, popping up a cigarette like a pro and closing his lips over the tip. His thumb clicked absently at the switch of his lighter as he leaned his head down away from the slight breeze and lit the tip. He inhaled.
Ahhhhh.
Now that was the shit.
Nothing like starting a new job with a fresh pack of fags. He could practically feel the smoke filling up his lungs and swirling around as the nicotine seeped quickly into his bloodstream. And the best part was, he would never get lung cancer. Youkai didn't get lung cancer. Or any other type of cancer, as it was.
Kitari tapped the toe of his shoe in a rather bored way, wishing the job wasn't just for surveillance. He was hoping for action. For adventure and a couple of fights here and there. Not for tagging behind the son of a rich Youkai bastard and his human girlfriend. He glanced at his watch and looked again at the boutique the happy little couple had been in for over half an hour. How long did it take for the damn woman to buy a dress?
He flicked the end of his cigarette, watching the ashes fall onto the sidewalk, before snapping his head up at the sound of the boutique's door chime ringing. The human girl stepped out into the sunlight in her ugly pink hoodie and dirt-grey string pants. He hair was pulled up into a simple pony tail and she wore no makeup.
That was the thing that bothered Kitari. Why was the great Youkai Lord's son dating a girl so... low-class? No one who came from around here would be caught dead wearing that outfit. It was just so... Blah. He shook his head and placed his hand nonchalantly by the side of his head, squeezing the censor on the rim of his glasses between his index finger and his thumb. The glasses automatically zoomed in on the pretty girl's face.
Huh. She was so plain-looking. InuYasha was the type to usually be seen with super-models and actresses. Girls that wore perfect clothes and perfect makeup and had perfect hair. So why in all seven of the hells was he with HER?
And then she stretched her arms out and looked up towards the sun.
And she smiled.
And she was utterly stunning.
"Jesus..." Kitari swore, studying her face up-close with his glasses. That must be it. The girl had no style, but damn, was her smile perfect. But could that really be it? InuYasha just wasn't the type to be so... non-shallow.
He jumped suddenly, his pocket vibrating. Cursing at himself for getting distracted, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a razor phone, flipping it open and placing it against his ear. "It's Kitari."
"Have you made contact"
"Christ, give me a little time, will ya? I've been following them, but I need to get the girl alone. And even then, It'll take a bit for her to trust me."
The voice on the other end grew angry, and Kitari swore he heard a pencil snap in the background. Kouga DID have a bit of a strong grip. "Do it faster. InuYasha's rep will go down with the human girl, and if that happens"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Kitari rolled his eyes. "It'll be done in a week."
"Make it three days."
He pulled the phone away from his ear, the loud buzz informing Kitari that Kouga had hung up. He glared down at the screen, as if Kouga himself could see him. "Yeah, goodbye to you too." Snorting, he pocketed the phone and looked across the street.
"Wait..." Kitari looked to his right. He looked to his left. "Shit" He cried, throwing his hands up into the air in frustration. "Where the hell did they go" He took off towards his crotch rocket, angry at himself for losing them.
Not that it would matter.
He'd have the human girl crazy for him in three days. At least, he would if he didn't want to be dead.
I could tell instantly that her mood had changed. She was so... smiley. And there was an extra skip to her step as we walked down the sidewalk, me carrying her dress in a girly-looking bag, her giggling every so often at thoughts of her own. What the hell was making her so happy? A dress couldn't be it. Right? I mean, no girl I'd ever known in my entire life had ever been so happy over a stupid dress.
I watched her ponytail bob with her steps, and was slightly surprised when she turned and grinned at me.
"Thank you."
I grunted. "What for"
"For getting me the dress." Her grin widened. "I've never been able to wear a dress like that."
I rolled my eyes. "It's a damn dress for Christ stake. What are you so happy about a stupid dress for"
She stopped walking and turned her entire body to face me. "Well, I mean, I never had any chance to wear something made of such good material." She looked up at me, a quizzical expression on her face. "You think they'd ever let us wear something like that in the orphanage"
I shrugged. "What about before the orphanage? I thought all little girls wore pretty dresses."
She shook her head. "All little girls but me, I guess."
I cringed, inwardly. In the matter of three seconds flat her entire being had changed. Her shoulders drooped, and her head hung a little. Her eyes fogged over, and the corners of her mouth were slightly turned down. Her entire body seemed to contract into itself. She brought her hands up to squeeze her arms, as if she were cold.
God Dammit. This just wouldn't do. My parents couldn't see her like this. They'd know she wasn't... Well... They'd know there was something wrong. I needed to make her feel better. Inwardly, I sucked in a breath and prepared myself to comfort her, something I was never EVER any good at.
"Listen" I said, dropping my voice down so it was slightly less harsh. "I know it must have been really awful for you."
She looked up at me, her head tilted slightly, her eyes searching mine. I forced my hand to touch her chin. A form of comfort. "But things are going to be better now. Okay? You have a dress" I held up the girly bag. "You have a job you're being paid for, and we're getting your brother back."
Her eyes lightened a little, and I bit back a grin of triumph. Females were so easy to manipulate. "Feeling better yet"
She smiled a relaxed slightly. "A little." She admitted.
"Well, it's a start." I said. "Now, I know you feel more comfortable in those... Clothes." I said the last word as disgustingly as I could to get my point across. "But, why don't we get you some stuff for YOU. Some stuff that you can wear that's not so baggy."
She hugged herself again, and looked around nervously. "Um, InuYasha... I just... I know you're my boss, and I'm being paid to... be with you and all, but..." She stopped, and after a few seconds, I realized she wasn't going to continue. Again, I sucked in a breath.
Leaning down, I placed my hand on her shoulder. "Okay, you need to tell me what's going on. Because I can't help you if you don't. Let's get some coffee."
"I don't drink coffee." She informed me quietly, blushing slightly. Whether or not it was because I was so close, I couldn't tell. She could have just been embarrassed about not liking coffee.
"Well" I said, not really caring all that much. I just needed her to get over it. I just needed her to pull off being a happy engaged woman. "hot chocolate, then"
Thinking, she nodded. "Okay." She said, smiling. "Hot chocolate sounds good."
"Okay." I said, relieved that I didn't have to deal with this much longer. Let her get her whole sob story out, and have her be over it. That way she could concentrate on pretending to be my fiancé. Simple.
I led her to a little coffee shop, across the street from where we stood. It was sickeningly cute inside, all flowery and pastel-colored. But Kagome seemed to like it, and I could deal so long as she told her story quickly. I ordered myself a large black, before ordering her hot chocolate, and after receiving our drinks, we sat down at a round little table made for two right next to the window.
"No sugar" She asked me, and I realized then that she was starting to feel more comfortable around me. Around the fact that I was a demon. Half, anyway.
I shook my head. "I don't really have much of a sweet tooth."
She smiled slightly. "I have a HUGE sweet tooth. I used to put sugar on almost everything."
"Healthy." I informed her, in an unemotional tone. Why was she talking about sugar? I needed her to talk about her stupid life problems. And I was completely itching to get out of this ridiculous café.
"Yeah..." Her voice trailed off as she looked out the window and onto the street, placing her jaw in the palm of her hand.
"So..." I said, a few seconds later as she picked up her hot chocolate and blew on the surface lightly. "Tell me what you were so jumpy about back there. I can't help you if I don't know.
She sighed, and set down the mug, looking sadly into the dark watery depths of the mug. "The short version or the long version" She asked.
'The short version.' I preyed. On the outside, I shrugged. "Whatever you feel like telling me works." I sat silently, waiting for her to begin. I had to be patent. Had to let her be ready.
Inhaling a breath, she started. "I was twelve when I first ran away from the orphanage. To tell you the truth, I don't remember much before that. I mean" She paused to bite her lip. "I remember my mom. And I know that she died. I just don't really remember how. I'm not even sure I ever KNEW how. To me she didn't really die, she just kinda... disappeared. I think Souta felt the same way."
"Souta. You're brother" I asked.
She nodded.
"And how old is he now"
"Eleven." She held her hands under the table, but I could tell that she was wringing her fingers together with stress. "He was six when I left. I knew I had to leave to be able to get him out one day. That, plus..." Her eyes darted back and forth nervously. "The headmistress wasn't all that nice to me."
"What, did she beat you"
She shrugged. "You could say that." Pause. "She didn't beat me, no. She did other stuff, though. Other stuff that I know messed me up." Her gaze fogged over again, and her eyes turned to look out the window, as if her memory was on the other side of the glass, and she was watching it from where she sat.
"...Stuff like what"
She shook her head, as if she had forgotten where she was for a second. "Oh..." She replied. "Nothing." Slowly, she took a long sip of her liquid chocolate, and my eyes darted down to watch her throat muscles flex. She had kind of a slender neck...
"Anyway, that's not really the point." She told me, licking a bit of chocolate from the corner of her mouth. "I started selling my body when I realized I couldn't do much else for money. Been doing it ever since. I just... I guess I don't like wearing clothes that show a lot of skin. It kind of shows off my scars. And I feel that people know, you know? What I'd been doing before you hired me."
I paused, frowning. For some reason, I was interested. "Scars"
She pulled the ends of the sleeves on her pink hoodie so they covered her wrists and palms. "Yeah. Some guys, you know, pay extra to do certain things to you."
My grip on the coffee mug tightened.
"If I was in dire need for cash, quick, I'd let them do stuff for a bit more money."
"Wait a second." I bit out. I could feel myself get angrier by the minute. "I didn't notice any scars when you were trying on the dress."
She shook her head. "No, more likely than not, you wouldn't. They're not very noticeable, really. They're very small, but to me it's like everyone can see them."
I gazed steadily at her, my jaw tight and my fists clenched onto the mug. "Let me see them."
Her face turned bright red, and she looked down at the table. "InuYasha, sir"
"Let. Me. See. Them."
She bit her lip.
"Kagome." I bit out, seeing red. "Show me a scar."
She shook her head, slowly. "No. I don't want you to see them."
That was it. I was furious. "Could you BE any more STUPID." I seethed, slamming down my mug and shattering it. Luckily, I had drunk the rest of the coffee, so none spilled anywhere. But everyone in the little coffee shop turned their eyes onto us anyway.
Kagome's eyes widened, and she let out a little whimper.
"Gimmie your God Damn hand." I ordered, and before she could answer, I grabbed onto her wrist and yanked her out of her chair. Pulling her behind me, I led us out of the café and into the street again. Heads turned as I dragged her towards a hip fashion store for women.
She struggled behind me. "InuYasha, sir, what are you"
"Kagome, I'll fire you if you call me 'sir' again. I'm not an old man, dammit." I didn't slow my pace as I entered the store. A young girl in a skirt and tank top stepped nervously in front of me, glancing from me to Kagome and back to me again.
"Hey, can I help you guys" She popped her gum.
"I need an outfit for my fiancé." I said, my grip still on Kagome's wrist. "Make it look good. I need sexy. Something for her to wear to a party."
The girl nodded. "Yes sir, Mr. Kobun, sir." She replied. Jesus, was there anyone in the entire God Damn world that didn't know who I was?
Kagome read my thoughts. "Wow." She muttered. "Are you not known ANYWHERE"
I snorted. "Come on." My voice was demanding, and I pulled her towards the back and all but flung her into one of the dressing rooms. "Now" I said, positioning myself in the doorway so she couldn't even think about getting out"you're going to try on these outfits, and we're not leaving this store until you get it through your head that you don't scream 'prostitute.' At least, not anymore."
The sales girl hurried towards us with a pile of clothes. "Will these do" She asked me.
I shrugged, stepping out of the doorway. "Get in there and help her try them on. I want to see every outfit. If we find a few we like, you'll get a big tip."
Her mouth dropped open.
"Well" I asked, impatient. "Get in there."
She nodded, and joined Kagome in the dressing room, pulling the curtain closed.
I sat down and locked my gaze on the curtain. I was still in a complete and utter rage. What kind of sick bastard would scar a young girl for pleasure? What a fucked-up world I lived in. And that young girl had seen the worst of it. She was only seventeen, for Christ sake! Had she really been forcibly scarred since she was twelve?
...Not that I cared, of course. I mean, I cared, yeah, but I'd have cared if it was anyone else. I did NOT care because she had a slender neck. Or smooth skin. Or pretty, ebony hair. Or a smile that could probably brighten up any type of day.
I mentally shook my head. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I going crazy? She wasn't my type. She wasn't a super model or an actress. She wasn't even a porn star. No one famous. Nothing at all remotely special about her. In fact, she was a horrible person to be with, just because of all the baggage she was carrying around with her. Not that I could blame her, of course. Anyone with her past would have baggage. I just didn't like baggage.
And ever since I had met her, she'd been dumping it on me over and over.
...I guess it's what I deserved, seeing as I was the one who plucked her off the street.
Jesus, she could have AIDS, and I wouldn't know the difference.
'...I should probably have her tested.' I thought, running my clawed hand through my hair. 'For a lot of things. Make sure she's healthy.' I placed it on the top of my mental to-do list.
"No, put your arm through here." The sales girl was saying, popping her gum again.
My ear twitched as I heard her speak.
"Um..." Came Kagome's meek voice. "Like this"
"Yeah, there you go." Pop"So, what's the deal"
"The deal with what"
"You and Mr. Kobun, of course" Pop! Pop!
I leaned forward slightly, needing to hear what Kagome would say. Maybe I'd learn something about her I wouldn't be able to otherwise.
"You mean InuYasha? Um, well…" I could practically hear her blush. "Nothing."
"Really" Came the girl's skeptic tone. "You're not his new girlfriend"
Kagome didn't answer.
"You're not an actress, are you" Pop"Of course you aren't." She answered her own question. "You're too shy to be an actress. Do your parents own a big corporation, or something? You something of a trust-fund kid"
"Um. No. Nothing like that." Her voice was getting lower, which pissed me off. The girl was making Kagome upset.
"Huh. I should have known you weren't his girlfriend. I mean, you're nice-looking and all, but you're kinda plain, you know" Pop!
My nails dug into the palms of my hands. What a little-
"Thank you."
Pop"What for" Pop!
"I've never had anyone tell me that I'm plain before, it's kind of a nice change."
My hands lost their grip and I all but froze in the plastic chair. What was I to think of that?
"Whatever." Pop"You're done"
Swiftly, I stood and opened the curtain, making the girl jump in surprise and Kagome look up at me with watery eyes.
Crap.
"Done" I asked, locking my steely gaze on the sales girl.
She gulped and nodded.
"Leave us for a few minuets."
She nodded and scurried off.
What an annoying girl. "And spit out your gum" I demanded, before turning my gaze back onto Kagome.
She stood there, with her hands clasped behind her back, her head bent down, looking at her feet, blushing. "Well" I said. "Turn around. Let me see."
Slowly, she moved. She wore a dark pink skirt that stopped mid-thigh, and a black sleeveless top, that curved around her neck and covered most of her front. As she turned, I saw that the back was held together by strings of diamonds that formed into a spider-web and showed off her slender back.
Coming full circle, her face the color of a beet, I locked my gaze on her and frowned. "I don't see any scars."
"I told you they weren't noticeable." She mumbled, embarrassed.
"Show them to me." I ordered, and closed the curtain to give us some more privacy.
For what seemed like minutes, she stood there. Then, slowly, she turned to her side and twisted her left leg so I got a pretty good view of her inside thigh. And there was the gash. It didn't stand out very well, and it wasn't too disfigured, but it was there. And that fact alone, for some reason, angered me.
"Is that all of them?"
She shook her head, and slowly, she peeled the bottom of her shirt up and showed me her right mid-hip, where another scar was placed. A tad larger then that last, and just as infuriating.
"Any more?" I seethed. I would kill them. I'd kill every last one that had scarred her.
She nodded. And slowly, as her eyes over-filled with tears, she turned her hands so her wrists showed. And on her right wrist lay a burn mark, in the shape of a heart. Kind of.
Her hands were shaking, and I grabbed onto them with my own to steady her. Absently, I ran my thumb over the burn as she let out a quiet sob. "How did this one happen?" I asked, a rare sort of emotion taking me over.
Her voice shook as she answered. "I was twelve. The first time I had sex. He…. He burned me with his cigarette." Her body dissolved into tears, and she heaved in heavy breaths.
God. I made her cry again. I had to stop her.
"Girl" I bit out"you do NOT look like a prostitute with that on." I let go of her wrists and stood up, straightening my shirt collar. "You don't look trashy, and you don't look like you're about to set up camp at the nearest money-making corner." I inhaled a deep breath and made her look up at me by forcing her chin up. "You look like a girl who could be my fiancé."
It should have made her happy, right?
I mean, it should have made her all comfortable and normal and stuff, right?
Wrong.
She cried.
Big, fat, wet tears slid down her cheeks.
"Gah" I cried out, frustrated and confused. "WHY are you still crying? Stop it! Stop it now"
"But..." She smiled through her tears and looked up at me. "But you just made me happy."
I could feel my heart speed up.
There was that damn smile again.
"Let's try this again."
"Are you listening?"
Sesshomaru rubbed his hands up against his temples and ground his teeth together. "Kikyo, you were making such good progress a few days ago. What happened"
He sighed. "Kikyo, does this have anything to do with my brother"
Kikyo sat in a small plastic chair, facing Sesshomaru in her white room. Slowly she rocked back and forth, cradling an invisible form in her arms. Her long, black hair, which was tied back by a leather band, fell in strings in front of her face.
"Can we talk bout my brother" Sesshomaru asked, clicking the end of his pen and scribbling a few things down on the pad of yellow paper in front of him.
"How about-"
"She'll have to die, you know."
Sesshomaru stopped short, his eyebrow raised. "Who'll have to die"
"The new one. The one who has stolen him from me. She'll have to die."
"...Who stole InuYasha from you, Kikyo"
Kikyo raised her head, and her eyes flashed. "Kagome. Kagome has stolen him from me."
And then all hell broke loose.
Sesshomaru jumped up from his chair and smashed the glass covering of the emergency alarm button, as he hit it, sending sirens blaring throughout the institution. "Kikyo" He screamed out, covering his face from her wild attacks. "Kikyo! STOP"
Sango and Miroku sat across from each other in the kitchen, a bottle of beer before each of them, and a pile of cards lain neatly between them, in the form of a circle.
Slowly, Sango reached out and drew a card. "Ha!" She exclaimed triumphantly, holding up the card so Miroku could see the bright red number six. "Six is for dicks! Drink!"
Miroku's eyes narrowed. "Are you cheating? You've got to be cheating." He said, placing his hand on his beer.
"Don't blame your bad luck on me." She said, a grin on her face. "Now chug it!" She watched with glee as Miroku placed the bottle to his lips and took a nice, big gulp.
"My turn." He said, and swiftly grabbed a card from the circle. He studied the card, making Sango almost cry out in frustration.
"What is it? What?"
Turning the card over to show Sango, it was his turn to grin. "Ace. Ace is for race. You gotta chug until I stop."
Sango groaned. "Nooo… I hate that damn rule!" She glared at Miroku, while she prepared for an ongoing battle of drunken wills. "I believe you are going to seduce me while I'm drunk."
Miroku could only snicker as he pretended to drink his beer….
Kouga flipped absently through the papers that had been neatly organized in the manila folder Sesshomaru had given him a few days ago. The information to InuYasha's demise was in this folder. As well as information to keep him grounded. So Kouga could be kept grounded. InuYasha was, after all, his boss. And he needed his boss until just the perfect time.
But that female. That... Fiancé of his.
She had to go.
He took out two pages of information and laid them out in front of him on his desk. Kagome Higurashi. Seventeen years old. Orphan. Hmph. Surly it wasn't HER InuYasha wanted to adopt. She didn't belong to any agency.
Oh, wait.
She HAD belonged to one, but escaped when she was twelve.
Twelve, huh?
Kouga tapped a long-ish fingernail on the wood of his desk, thinking. So she'd been on her own for five years. And if it wasn't her he was adopting, then who was it?
He studied the papers.
Ah. A brother. She had a brother, eleven years old, still at Kurai Orphanage, of course. That had to be it. They were going to adopt Higurashi's younger brother.
But that didn't explain InuYasha's weird behavior. Kouga stood up from his desk and started to pace in front of his office window. First of all, this Higurashi girl had come out of nowhere. InuYasha would have said something to him if he'd been with her. She had to be new. Second, she was an orphan. Why in all the seven hells would he be dating an orphan? There wasn't anything exceptionally beautiful about her. She was plain, from the picture he had in the file.
He stopped pacing and looked down at the picture. She was on a street corner, bending over to talk to someone in a fancy car. And those clothes. She wore a blood red tube top and short shorts.
Huh. Something was fishy...
Kouga sat down at his desk again and took a sip of his coffee, reading over a certain paragraph closely.
He choked on his coffee, slamming the mug down and spitting out what he couldn't swallow onto his lap.
"Mother Fucker" He shot up and danced around, angrily patting at his crotch area. A few second later, he ran back to his desk, desperate to read and confirm what he'd just thought he'd read.
An evil laugh escaped his lips, the burn and stain on his pants forgotten.
A prostitute.
She was a common whore.
Oh. Oh, this was good. It couldn't have been better if Kouga had planed it out himself. He shuffled around for the picture of her again. She wasn't just begging for money like he'd thought she'd been doing in this picture. Oh no. She was just about to go do the nasty. For a price, of course.
Kouga knew that now it would be easy to get rid of her. Of course, that didn't explain what InuYasha was thinking. Why a prostitute, of all people? He could easily have his pick of richer, nicer-looking, nicer-SMELLING women. Why risk his reputation by picking up a whore?
And then, there was the little fact that he hadn't just picked her up and gone on his way. He was engaged to this girl. Kouga looked down at the papers again. She was seventeen now. Obviously, she'd been selling herself for a while. Probably when she realized she couldn't possibly have a normal job at the age of twelve. And why give up an orphanage life? Sure, it wasn't the best ever. They didn't get fancy things, and had to share with a lot of other kids. But it had to have been better than prostituting oneself.
Kouga bit down on his nail in thought. Well. He'd have a little talk with InuYasha. Find out a few things about the girl. From there, he'd find out if the time was right to keep InuYasha around, or ruin him.
Things were about to get... Fun.
...Beep...
...Beep...
...Beep...
...Beep...
...Beep...
Souta's eyes opened.
Pain shot though his head, and he snapped his eyes shut, trying to bring his hand up to his head.
He couldn't move.
He couldn't move!
Panic swept over him as he screamed at himself to move.
Move.
MOVE.
MOVE!
'God Dammit!' he wanted to cry out. Why the hell was this all happening? Where was he? Why couldn't he move? What the hell was going on? The last thing he remembered was...
Fuck.
His wrist.
He opened his eyes slightly, trying to see his wrist from where he lay. It was down at his side, hidden by his hip. But there was a thin tube that ran from the spot up to a bag filled with liquid. Jesus. Was he in a hospital?
The thought made his heart speed up in excitement, and his ears perked as a beeping noise increased.
...Beep...Beep..Beep.BeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeep.
If he was in a hospital, then maybe they'd realize what he'd been going though. Maybe the Headmistress would be arrested and he and Rin could be free. Or at least adopted.
His eyes moved to the right, trying to figure out what the beeping noise was. He couldn't see it. It was behind him. He looked straight ahead and, with a realization that was so depressing he felt as if the world itself would end, he cried.
He wasn't in a hospital.
He wasn't safe.
He was still here.
He was still HERE, Dammit!
He tried to cry out, but all that came from his mouth was a choked, strangled grunt, barely audible. Why didn't he die? Was God so cruel that he demanded Souta live though all the torture? That he bare all the pain? That no matter what life-threatening situation he was in, he was doomed to live though? What a complete-
"And how are we feeling today" A sinister, cold voice asked. Souta opened his eyes again to look into the face of the Headmistress.
He wanted to scream. To curse. To kill. But he couldn't move. So he laid there and cried.
"Well, it doesn't matter much." She said, answering her own question. She took a few steps towards Souta, an evil glare on her face.
Souta tried to wince away, knowing that it would do no good. He knew what was coming. A slap. A hard slap to let him know what a bad little boy he'd been, getting into a fight and almost getting himself killed. If he was gone, she'd have only Rin and a few others to carry out her sick games and fantasies.
Souta waited.
And he waited.
The slap never came.
He opened his eyes slightly, wondering what had happened.
The Headmistress wasn't by his bed. She was over to his right, looking out the tainted window of the room.
But she was angry.
She was furious, and Souta could tell because she was barely able to contain it. Her knuckles were white, and her face was bright red. Her entire body shook with rage.
But... Why wasn't she taking it out on him? What the hell was going on.
After a while, she spoke, her voice low and tight. Seething. "After you rest up, you'll be taken out by Kai." She informed him, still not looking his way.
Kai? But Kai was her personal assistant. Why would she want Kai to take him out anywhere?
"You'll be bought a pair of shoes and an outfit. Make sure you look... decent." She hissed the last word.
Souta couldn't understand. Clothes? Shoes? She wanted him to get an outfit?
"You.." She said, her fury starting to show more. "Are being adopted." She bit out, before she turned and left, slamming the door behind her, making Souta flinch.
...Adopted?
Wait...
WHAT!
Explanations:
The card game that Miroku and Sango are playing: Kings.
This game is played while trying to get drunk. The rules are as follows: Every card number has a rule to it. The players take turn drawing from the circle of cards and everyone has to obey the rules. Card numbers and rules are as follows:
Ace: Ace is a race. Everyone has to start chugging at the same time, and cannot stop until the person in front of them does.
2: Two is for you. The person who draws the card gets to pick anyone to make drink.
3: Three is for me. The person who draws a three must drink themselves.
4: Four is for whores. All females must drink.
5: Five is Categories. You name a category; Ex: condom brands, football teams. And everyone must go in a circle and name them off. First to repeat or stumble drinks.
6: Six is for dicks. All males must drink.
7: Seven is for seven drinks. The person who draws the card gets to pick anyone to give seven drinks to. He/She can divide those seven drinks out to anyone he/she wants.
8: Eight is for mate. The person who draws the card gets to pick whoever they want to drink with them.
9: Nine is to rhyme. The person who drew the card says a sentence, and everyone must do a rhyme to go along with the one before them. The first to mess up drinks.
10: Ten is for rules. The person who draws this card can make up any rule that everyone has to follow during the game. Ex: After every sentence, you must say: In Miroku's pants. Or: Every time a person drinks, they take off one piece of clothing. If you fail to follow the rule, you must drink every time.
Jacks: Jacks are back. The person sitting to the left of you must drink.
Queens: Queens are questions: Everyone must go around in a circle and ask questions, no answers. The first person to mess up, drinks.
Kings: The person who draws a king pours some of his/her drink into the cup in the middle. The person to draw the last king must chug the entire cup of whatever is in there.
During their game, Miroku is cheating, obviously, by not REALLY drinking the beer.
Hope that cleared it up for you. Anyway, I swear to GOD it won't take me this long next time. The story is about to become interesting… As for a hint to what lies ahead, let's just say I'll have to do some studying on lawyer mumbo-jumbo. Lol.
Hope you guys liked this one.
GoddessInuYasha