Hello everyone! New Story! I cannot take credit for the concept of the story. This is my version of it and I have a different twist hope you like and enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the story (zane total eclipse of the heart)...there I said it...wishing I did.

Waitress Kagome Higurashi is in love with Koga Rakuonsha, one of the most prominent demon attorneys. On his good days, Koga is the man of every woman's dream. On his bad days, he's a complete nightmare...Headstrong and blunt Inuyasha Takahashi worships the ground his wife Kikyou, walks on, while she treats him like a trophy husband and delays his aspiration to become a father he father he's beginning to wonder if he made the right decision when he asked for her hand in marriage...

When a tragic event brings kagome and Inuyasha together, they see truths about their relationships they never wanted to accept.

Kagome Higurashi

July 4, 2007

"Kagome, you look great in that dress!" Mrs. Rakuonsha, holding true to form, was passing out insincere compliments.

"Where did you get it?"

I was wearing a white lace fit A-line silhouette that flared with beige wedged heels. I had my hair in an elegant high bun with 14k gold diamond stud earrings. I hardly every wore make up and today was no different. I had the basic black mascara with Sephora Bobbi brown lip gloss.

"I got it from a designer sale at T.J. Maxx ," I replied, intentionally irritating her by mentioning a discount store. "You can get some great deals there, if you look hard enough."

She gasped like I'd shot somebody. "Thank goodness Taiki and I don't have to worry about prices. I could never be seen in such bargain-basement establishment."

"For most of the working class, designer clothing costs are too extravagant, so we have to do the best we can."

"The operative words are working class. That is a category that I have never fit in."

Mrs. Rakuonsha always made is a point to jog the memory of anyone who would listen that she and her husband were affluent. Standing there on the ten-acre estate made it obvious enough. They lived by the shore and Mr. Rakuonsha's yacht was docked so all the guest could eyeball it.

"How many people are you expecting today?" I asked, trying to change the subject before she stated talking bank-account balances.

"Oh, about fifty or sixty. It's a small gathering."

"In my entire life, my parents never had fifty people over to our house."

"That's because your family resides in a shack compared to this house dear."

That was a nice stab. I had to give it to her. The gloves came off.

"My folks may not reside in the lap of luxury, but they're extremely happy and don't hide their dirty little secrets behind stock portfolios and security bonds."

She grimaced at me and I smirked.

Nice one, Kagome, I thought as I walked away from her to find Koga. I could feel her eyes throwing daggers at my back.

Mrs. Rakuonsha hated my guts. I was not of the "social race material" that she felt was worthy of her son. The first time he brought me to their home for dinner, she wanted to know my "ancestry." I quickly informed her that my father was a college professor until he passed from cancer and my mother was a kindergarten teacher, and I had a younger brother in the navy.

"Oh really, I thought Koga said you come from a long line of powerful priestess?"

"Yea I guess so but we don't burden ourselves with all of that."

She looked like someone had shoved a full enema bottle up her crusty old ass and squeezed. Mr. Rakuonsha was kinder to me. For several months afterward I actually thought that he approved of me and Koga.

Then Koga got angry one night and burst that bubble, informing me that his father "thought I was a fine piece of ass but not wife material." Koga said that his father suggested that he should fuck me for no more than six months, then find a high-class demon lite to show off on his arm.

Even though Koga agreed with them- that became painfully obvious-he still kept me around. When I was evicted from my studio apartment, he insisted that I move into his penthouse. I was reluctant but caught up in feelings at that time, so I agreed. My mom and gramps was cramped up in her three-bedroom with miscellaneous crap that had collected over the years as me and my kid brother grew up. Moving in with them seemed like taking a step backward in my life. My reality check was discovering that I'd taken eight steps back by being with Koga

Koga is a young wolf demon, who is also a prominent attorney, and was even voted one of the hottest demon bachelors in the area by Yokai magazine. I thought he was the moon, the sun, and the stars when we met at the restaurant where I was waiting tables. Koga had what we women call swagger. He had these piercing blue eyes that contrasted with his sexy tan skin tone and pitch black hair that he wore in a high ponytail. He was about 6'2 with a lean muscular built and he was articulate and convincing. He charmed my pants-and my panties- right off me, even though he had been on a date when we met.

He slipped me his cell number when she excused herself to the ladies' room to powder her nose. I actually overheard her say that shit. That was some uppity bullshit right there. Women go to the restroom to piss and shit, hopefully wash their hands, and possibly take a quick glance in the mirror.

I called Koga the next morning. He picked me up in a black Lexus, took me to his place, and fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. Now it's not like I have anyone to compare him too except my high school sweetheart Hojo who was more of a timid and shy lover. Koga on the other hand could write a manual on sex positions. I didn't realize that my body could be so flexible.

As the party went on that Fourth of July, more and more people showed up to feast on the lobsters, shrimp, and oysters. I wanted some chicken, ribs, and hot dogs with chili and coleslaw. No such luck. I wanted to hear some real music not this classic band the Rakuonsha had performing. No such luck.

Koga was holding court on the side among a bunch of young demonlites who wanted to take my spot. Shoot I was hoping one of them would make him dump me. I know what you're thinking. Why didn't Kagome simply walk away? Like the saying goes, some things are easier said than done. I could have left Koga, but there was no place better to go. I didn't get involved with him because of his money. His wealth was an extension of his charm. I did love Koga, but he didn't appreciate my devotion. I believed that he loved me as well, but didn't truly comprehend the definition of it. I was delusional enough to believe that he could, and would, change his ways for me…eventually.

Koga beckoned me to him as he moved away from all the designer-clad demons and over to the overpriced patio table where his parents were seated. I downed my drink –French Connection-and went to him.

Mrs. Rakuonsha was still determined to humiliate me, and now she had an audience. two other couples were sitting with them.

As I walked up, she said, "Here comes Koga's, um…play toy. Her name is Kagome."

I strained a smile and sat down next to Koga. The people introduced themselves, and then one lady -a wolf demon as well- asked, "So Kagome, are you a lawyer like Koga."

Mrs. Rakuonsha let out this hideous cackle, and Mr. Rakuonsha gave her an evil glare. I think he had become torn between his personal outlook on me and the reality that his son had developed true feelings for a human.

"Actually, I'm in the food industry," I replied uneasily.

"Oh…," the woman said, playing with a string of pearls around her neck. "You're a restaurateur. What's the name of the establishment?"

"Yota, this girl is not on our level," Mrs. Rakuonsha said. "She's a waitress-in a dump at that. She used to work in a nicer place, where Koga picked her up along with his doggie bag, but she lost that job. She wasn't quite up to their standards."

I pinched Koga's leg as hard as I could trying to control my spiritual powers before I purified that mother of his. He gave me a "You're on your own" gaze and went back to drinking his top-shelf whiskey.

"Are you really going to let your mother talk about me like that?" I asked bluntly.

When he didn't respond, I tried to get up, but he pulled my back down. I wrestled with him to get my wrist free. "Let me go. I'm ready to leave."

"Thank heaven," his mother said.

Mr. Rakuonsha cleared his throat. "Kagome, I apologize for anything the missus might have said to offend you, but please stay and enjoy the fireworks. They're set to begin in less than ten minutes."

My mouth flew open, "Anything she might have said to offend me? Are you for real?"

Mrs. Rakuonsha glared at me. "Look, dear, I was only speaking the truth. You had a halfway civilized job, even if it was still beneath anything my son had any business dealing with. You are not that attractive to begin with, and they got rid of you. And-"

"You think they fired me because of how I look?"

She didn't reply but she and her friends shared comical glances.

"The reason I look this way is because your son can't keep his ha-"

"Kagome!" Koga exclaimed. "Watch it!"

"Oh, now you have a fucking tongue?" He finally let go of my wrist. I rose from the table.

"All of you can kiss my monkey!" I shouted at them as i walked away.

"Did she just say 'monkey'?" I heard the woman with the pearls ask.

Turning around to make sure they could hear me I said,"Yeah, monkey, as in my pussy, my twat, my coochie!"

The woman's mouth flew open in shock as I turned my back on them.

I stomped off in the direction of the front driveway, where the cars were being valet-parked. I walked up to the three young men standing around in red jackets. "I don't have the ticket but can you bring up Koga Rakuonsha's Lexus?"

"Sure thing," one of them said, and then took off running.

"Where do you think you're going?" Koga asked, approaching me.

"I'm getting the hell away from here."

He spotted his car pulling up. "Not in my car, you're not. I can't believe you told them to kiss your monkey."

I glared at him. "Koga, I'm taking your car. You can either call the police and report it stolen or try to physically stop me in front of all these witnesses so I can file assault-and-battery charges."

The two young men stood there looked on while the third one was getting out the driver's side.

Koga shook his head. "I would never hit you Kagome you know that."

I started at him long at hard as he told that bold face lie. We both knew that he has struck me more than once and not just physically but verbally as well. Now don't get me wrong Koga loves me and doesn't mean too. He just sometimes loses control over his emotions and takes it out on me.

I shrugged playing along with him. "I never thought you'd sit there and let your mother talk about me in front of her friends. Granted, I realized that she does not like me and takes cheap shots at me every chance she gets, but that's in private. I can handle that, but she's gone too far and you allowed it. You sat there and watched her humiliate me and did nothing."

"She is my mother."

"And I'm your…" I paused. "I don't know what the hell I am to you. Maybe you need to figure that shit out before you come home."

I went over to get in the car, tossing my purse on the passenger seat. "He'll tip you," I told the valet. "He has plenty of damn money."

"How am I supposed to get home?" Koga asked.

I snickered. "Koga, you're at your parents' house. They have a dozen cars and a chauffeur. Give me a break."

I got settled in the car and floored it, having no clue where I was headed. I didn't want to go home. I'd distanced myself from the majority of my friends and had no clue what they were doing for the Fourth. I decided to go see my parents. I sat there with them, on their balcony, watching the fireworks. Gramps had a slab of ribs and two barbecued drumsticks left over. I gobbled them down with a coke cola. We stayed up most the night talking and catching up with each other, we even got in some time to Skype with Souta. They were elated to see me and I them.

"You can always come back home," Mommy whispered to me later that night as I laid my head on her lap in my old bedroom.

"I don't know what's wrong with him. I thought he loved me."

"He probably does love you, but he's trying to satisfy everyone in his life, and no one's ever accomplished that.

Mommy always had a way to make sense out of things. She was right. Koga was trying to please everyone, and it was stressing him out. In turn, he was taking his anxiety out on me. I was determined that we would smooth thing out.

"I'm going to make him happy, Mommy. No matter what it takes."

"Only if you're happy, sweetheart. Don't surrender your needs for someone else's."

I fell asleep as she continued to comb through my hair with her fingers and sing softly to me.

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