Author's Note: Hey everyone I'm back with something new. I got a request from one of my long time readers, Munksangelqueen, so of course I had to do it! And guess what it was? Yes another Inucest fic. Lol they must be my specialty. Anyhow this is rated T for now but that's erm gonna' change rather quickly lol. Oh and it's another AU like Yakuza Heart (If you have read that). So enjoy and please comment. =^_^=

Warning: This fic will contain abuse, boys love, and Inucest. No likey? Weeell click that little arrow at the top of the page which is pointing to the left. Thank you and enjoy your trip. For the rest of you enjoy! ;)

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Chapter one: New beginnings

"Make sure you stand up straight."

"Yes mother."

"Do not say a word unless prompted by your father or myself."

"Yes mother."

"And speak up, none of that mumbling nonsense."

"Yes mother." The robotic words that seep past my lips sound absolutely foreign to me.

My face maintains a carefully blank expression as I watch her lips continue their endless onslaught of orders but, my ears have stopped interpreting them minutes ago. I just know that when she pauses I should say 'yes mother'. I wonder to myself when the lines that are now present around her lips and forehead made their appearance. Every feature of her face is sharp and harsh and her lifeless brown eyes leave a certain type of chill when she scowls at you. Has she always been like this? No…my mother is a beautiful woman but in the past she was absolutely stunning. Her skin used to glow with youth and her extremely long dark hair was something that every girl envied. She cut it to her shoulders now since she believed that my father preferred it that way. Her brown eyes were once so full of life and warmth, but now they remind me of nothing more than embers from a once proud fire trying in vain to relive its' previous glory. But I guess years with my father will do that to a person. I wonder…do my dull gold eyes also look this barren?

"Inuyasha!"

I blink when she suddenly snaps her fingers in my face. I must have missed a pause. "Yes?"

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes." I lie blatantly.

"Oh? What did I just say?" Her scowl deepens when she sees the contemplating look on my face.

"Eh…uh you were saying…."

"Inuyasha you are not going to ruin this opportunity for your father. Do you want me to call him and tell him that you're not taking this seriously?"

"Ah! No I'm sorry." That's the last thing I need. I haven't seen him so passionate about anything in a while and I'm sure he'll kill me if he thinks I'm trying to ruin it in anyway.

"Then listen up: This marriage is very important. The company your father is trying to merge with is even bigger than his own but they are strictly family run. So the only way your father can seize their assets is through the marriage between you and their youngest daughter. Now I know this can be a lot to take in so suddenly which is why we told you a week ago so you can mentally prepare." Oh yeah, definitely. A week is an adequate amount of time for a sixteen year old to prepare for one of life's biggest commitments. "And we want you guys to meet at least once before the ceremony—"How gracious of them. "So you must make a good impression on her parents—"

"Mother?"

"What is it? It had better be important for you to interrupt."

"May I know her name?"

"…" I almost laugh at the dumbfound look on her face. Yeah you arrogant prude is that important enough? To know the name of my own damn bride! "Erm, of course. Her name is Kikyo."

"Hn."

"Make sure you tell her she has a beautiful name. Something you wouldn't mind naming your daughter."

Kill me, oh Kamis above, please just kill me now. "Yes mother."

"And—"The phone rings suddenly, stopping whatever rant she was going to get into next. Thank God. Not what I asked for Kami but at least it's something. "Mushi, mushi… Ah hello hone—ah yes we're ready…yes I made sure the house is spotle-…Yes I'll pour the tea no-…Hai see you in a few…" I hear the click on the other end of the phone signaling that the other person hung. "Inuyasha that was your father. They're downstairs in the lobby so they'll be here in less than five minutes. Remember everything I told you." She straightens my gray blazer and dusts off the red undershirt underneath before deciding that I look acceptable.

I watch her idly as she scurries around our well decorated living room, fluffing pillows and straightening already straightened pictures in her wake. She stands in front of a mirror briefly to fix her already too tight bun before disappearing into our kitchen to fetch the refreshments. We live in a very expensive penthouse in the tallest apartment building in the Musashi district which I find completely unnecessary. There are only three of us but we have seven bedrooms. Father isn't even here half the time and up until recently I was in boarding school. They only brought me home to marry this girl otherwise…I would still be gone. Not that I really care. I actually rather be gone. Everything about this place makes me sick: my "perfect" mother, my abusive father, and this suffocating "home". I watch my mother come out and place the snacks and beverages on the coffee table. The short, red, revealing kimono that she's sporting makes my stomach churn in disgust. She looks like a damn pin-up doll. I want nothing more than to grab this woman and shake her. Maybe slap her and scream what the hell is wrong with you?! How can you let this man control your life? And do what he wants with your own son?! Do you not care about me at all?

But I do none of that. In fact, I stay carefully composed and allow a small fake smile to grace my lips as I hear the sound of the front door opening. After all, I am a part of this "perfect" family and I must play the part if I want to remain a part of it…

(Meanwhile: Sesshomaru's POV)

"Five hundred twelve dollars and sixty two cents…five hundred twenty six dollars and thirteen cents…Five hundred—GOD DAMMIT'!"

Kazuna, who had been sitting quietly and watching her son in anticipation, jumps in surprise when he suddenly curses. She arches her eyebrow when he jumps up furiously and brushes all the money off the kitchen table. "Sooo…I'm guessing that we didn't make it huh?"

"Fucking bullshit."

She laughs and leaves her chair to force her son back down in his own little wooden one. She tussles his long silver hair affectionately before cracking her knuckles and setting to work on the almost impossible task of massaging all the kinks out of the teenager's back. "Calm down."

"I really thought I got enough…"

"Sesshomaru it's okay—"

"It's not okay!" I snap back.

"Okay, okay it's not okay." She giggles at my exasperated sigh and moves to the fridge in our tiny kitchen/dining room to fetch something to drink.

How the hell can she be so relaxed and carefree? My narrow golden eyes narrow further as she hums and puts a pot on the stove. I watch as she begins to sway her hips to the little tune in her head as the water comes to a boil. Another sigh escapes me when I realize that she's wearing my boxers again with no shirt and just a bra. At the moment, her long pearly hair is tied into a sloppy bun. Along with her physique and the purple crescent moon tattoo on her lower back, she looks more like a college student rather that a thirty eight year old mother of an almost eighteen year old boy. Her face doesn't give away her age either. She's so bubbly and full of life, it's almost sickening. I know for a fact that I didn't inherit any part of my personality from her. She finally takes her seat across from me and I accept her offered cup of tea, only to push it to the side. "So I'm going to have to go get some more."

"More what? Tea?"

"MONEY! I came up almost fifty dollars short."

That sobers her up rather quickly. "Sesshomaru…please it's fine. We'll manage somehow."

"No we won't. The rent was due three days ago. The landlord is coming tomorrow to either kick us out or collect his money and I'm going to make sure that it's the later."

"Eh well…it's only a fifty dollar difference…I could always…well you know…"

"No."

"But Sessho—"

"I said No!" She frowns at me as I stand and grab my hood.

"Sesshomaru it would just be this once. It's not like I'm talking about picking up regular clients!"

"…"

"Don't you igno—"I cut her off briskly by grabbing her by her shoulders and glaring into her wide eyes.

"Kaasan, if you ever even mention doing that kind of thing again, I will never forgive you."

"…"

"I'm going." I ignore her sad look and snatch my black book bag from the couch. I know she's just worried about me but there's no way in hell I'm letting her go back to prostituting. I found out only last year that, that is what she has been doing to support us and I refused to let it go on any longer. My mother deserves so much more than what she has. She lives in this crummy ass cabin like home with a seventeen year old and has to constantly worry about bills, food, and me. It's not fair.

"Sesshomaru…" Her soft murmur brings me out of my reverie and I look over my shoulder to let her know that I am listening. "Where are you going to go? You've already used this district for this month. Please don't get caught."

I smirk at her and open the front door before responding. "Don't worry; I'll just go to Musashi. That's where all the rich people are anyway."

"You can't walk there!"

"Psh, I'm not. It's only fifteen minutes by bus. Got to spend money to make money, ne?" I don't give her the chance to reply and close the door behind me before running off towards the nearest bus stop. The air has an ominous feel to it and there's no sunlight to be seen behind all the dark clouds in the sky. Perfect conditions. I have on my black jeans, boots, and gray hoodie so I'm already dressed the part.

Within minutes, I'm paying for my ticket and taking my seat at the back of the bus. A smirk graces my harsh features when I notice a few potential victims already on board. My halcyon eyes fall on this rich looking school girl standing near her equally rich looking boyfriend. Perfect. I stand casually and make my way to the other side of her. She notices me and looks suspicious but she blushes when I raise my eyebrows at her. Her boyfriend obviously notices and stands closer to her throwing me a hateful look that I just smirk at. When the bus hits a bump I let my body sway forward, letting her soft hair brush my face slightly.

"Hm, I'm sorry about that." I apologize "sheepishly".

"Ah, i-it's okay, you couldn't help it after all."

"But I must say your hair is the silkiest I've ever seen and that smell, is it lavender?"

"Oh yes!" She looks absolutely delighted. "I just changed shampoos."

"Well it really suits a pretty girl like your self—"

"Okay enough buddy!" Her boyfriend finally speaks up, throwing an arm around her and pulling her towards his chest protectively. "Go away!"

"Hey don't be so rude." She scolds him.

"Don't defend him!" I tune out the rest of their arguing and sway forward again when the bus hits a pothole. My hand reaches out swiftly and I manage to swipe the gold watch from the guy's wrist (the one that has the girl pressed against him) in the "accidental" bump.

"Ah, it's okay." I interrupt them with a small bow. "I'll go."

With the watch tucked into my sleeve I make my way to the door and wait for the bus to stop at the next destination. From the corner of my eye I see an old lady fast asleep with her purse wide open. I don't see anything of particular interest but I grab her bus transfer before I get off at a random stop. I snicker to myself when I can hear the school girl yelling at her boyfriend for making me get off early before the bus speeds away. What idiots. I analyze the watch in my hand and decide that it in fact might be worth fifty bucks. How lucky. But since I have this transfer anyway, I'll go on to the Musashi district to get an early start on next month's rent or some money for food.

Yes I am a thief and I could care less about what anyone else has to say about it. I'll do anything to ensure that my mother is not whoring herself out for my or even her sake. Some might say that stealing is no less of a crime than prostitution but the day I meet the person who would rather let their mother prostitute is the day I go to jail for murdering some low-life. Anyway, I'm almost eighteen so maybe I can get a real job soon. It is all my father's fault anyway. He met my mom when she was in college and got her knocked up. He didn't really seem to mind from what I've heard and took care of me for the first two years of my life. Then, according to my mother, he came out of the blue telling her that he had been having an affair and now the younger girl is pregnant.

My kind mother had been willing to forgive him but he told her that he's leaving her for the other woman. When she asked if it's because he loved her he said no…it's because her family is more prestigious and have good connections with the ad agency he wanted to work for. He left us and never contacted us again. Just abandoned her. That's why if I ever meet him I vow to ruin his perfect, powerful life.

That's a fucking promise…

(Meanwhile: Inuyasha's POV)

"Oh yes, the school he has been studying at is very prestigious. There he has learned French, Latin, and I do believe English too? Inuyasha?"

I glance up from my cup of mint tea to stare blankly at my mother. "Yes mother and English (a/n: said in English)." My mother smiles along with Kikyo's father, whose name is Naraku if I remember correctly, and my father nods his approval.

"Oh how wonderful." Her mother compliments with a hint of sarcasm but she hides it well with the phony smile on her Botox features. "My Kikyo learned the simple language of English and French at eight years old and she's currently working on Italian, Greek, Chinese, and Spanish, aren't you dear?"

"Yes ma'm." My eyes drift over to the teen girl sitting across from me on our plush couch. When I first saw her, I had to admit she is indeed very pretty. Her pale skin is smooth and very soft which I noticed when we shook hands earlier. He long, dark brown, even hair falls down to her waist and she has deep brown pools for eyes. Everything on her looks perfect. And the floral Kimono she has on compliments her shape nicely. Yes she is quite a looker but she reminds me too much of my mother. Not that they actually look alike, they just have too many of the same features. It's disturbing. She even has the same dead look in her eyes.

"Well…" My mother clears her throat indignantly before smiling at the black haired woman at her side. "My Inuyasha is also very talented with music. He can play the piano, the flute, and the violin."

"Oh is that all? Why squander your child's inner potential?"

"What do you mean?!" My mother snaps but a stern glance from my father gets her attitude in check rather quickly. Naraku just seems to be amused by the whole scene. "Ah erm, I mean…care to elaborate?"

"Well." She flips her hair, almost hitting my mother in the process, and sets her cup of tea down in barely contained disgust. "My Kikyo can play the piano, flute, violin, harp, cello, viola, and clarinet."

"…" My mother is speechless. The men have chosen to ignore them and they are currently wrapped up in business talk. "Don't you think that's a bit excessive?"

"No not at all."

"I think so."

"Well I'm saying you're thinking wrong."

"Oh really!"

I tune out as they start their "friendly" argument. I spear a glance at Kikyo but she has her eyes cast down and her hands folded carefully in her crossed lap. I look over to the men and they are talking about numbers and figures and acting like they don't plan on screwing the other over in this supposed "partnership". I can't take this anymore. I'm about to lose my fricking mind stuck in this stuffy room with all these stuffy, fake, pretentious people…I can't do it! My chest tightens when a thought occurs to me…Am I really one of these people?

"Can I leave?!" I blurt out before I can help myself. Oh shit. Naraku looks at me in shock as my mother and father glare at me.

Kikyo's mom scoffs and tuts before putting in her two cents. "How rud—"

"What I mean of course." I interrupt before she signs my death sentence. "May I show Kikyo-chan around? She's not used to this side of the district, I'm sure, and well since she'll be living here…"

"…" Silence.

"And I uh, erm…would like to at least bond with my bride before the time comes…"

"…I think that's a great idea!" Naraku nearly beams at me and his wife only gives me a funny look. "What do you think Inutaisho?"

"Well…I don't know…"

"Oh come on let the kids go and have their fun, get to know each other ne?"

"…Fine…you two be back in time for dinner."

"Yes sir." I mumble trying to avoid the warning glare I'm sure he's giving me. I offer my arm to Kikyo which she accepts quietly, before leading her out the door to the elevator. We remain quiet on our decent and when we finally reach the outside I sigh in relief. I feel free, if only for a moment. Although it looks horrible outside, I can't think of a more beautiful sight after being stuck in that house. My arms stretch out towards the gray sky and I grin almost forgetting that I have company. "Ah…um aren't you glad to be out of there?" She shrugs at me wordlessly. "Mm…" I glance down at her shoes and remember my mother's ridiculous orders. "Nice shoes."

"…" What an awkward girl.

"So uh, is there anywhere you would like to go?"

"Not particularly."

"Wow you're really no help her—"I cut off my own sarcastic remark when she shivers suddenly at the chilly breeze that drifts by. "Oh I know, we can go to this café I like. It's only a five minute walk from here."

"Walk?" Finally I get an emotion out of her; disbelief.

"Well yeah…"I stare at her lamely. "It's just uh five minutes."

I almost roll my eyes at her sigh and hook her arm as we make the journey wordlessly. I notice the purse she has hugged to her side tightly. It looks really expensive but she has nothing to worry about. There are no thieves in this district. The walk seems much longer than usual due to the painful silence but we get there eventually. When we enter the quaint shop we are greeted with a pleasant warmness and she instantly relaxes.

"Order whatever you like." She nods quietly and orders some expensive little nonfat latte thing while I put in my order for hot chocolate. She may be quiet and boring but I guess it's better than what I was expecting. She could be just like her mother. I shake that horrid thought from my head and move to find a table but she stops me.

"Wait will you hold this for a moment?" I accept her drink as she drops her bag next to her feet and bends down to lace up her boots. I yawn quietly and barely close my eyes when a sudden blur of black and gray flashes past me. What the hell was that?

"AAAAAAAAH!" Her scream causes me to drop our drinks in shock.

"What?! What?! What is it?!"

"THAT MAN STOLE MY PURSE!"

"Nani?!" I glance over to the glass door and sure enough, in the distance I can see that "blur of gray and black" making off with her handbag. "Wait here!"

"Are you crazy?!"

I hear her scream at me as I take off after this baka. Good thing I do track or this guy would be long gone, he's pretty fast! I close in on him but nearly lose him when he glances over his shoulder and notices me following him. Oh now we're talking. He kicks it into gear and I follow increasing my own speed. He rounds a corner and I nearly run into a woman and her baby when I do the same. I smile as the distance between us becomes nearly nonexistent. However, when I reach out to grab his hoodie, he surprises me by tipping over an innocent fruit cart which I trip over.

"Oiy!" I scream after him but know he won't be there when I get up. Damn…nowhere in sight. I scowl as I brush off bruised bananas and apples off my blazer. Wait…this block goes straight down. There's no way he could have ran away that fast and disappeared. My murky gold eyes scan the area quickly and I notice one single opening that must lead to an alley. Aha! I throw some twenty dollar bills on the destroyed cart before sneaking towards the alley. It's empty. Hmm. I wonder down the creepy corridor silently before I notice a big gap in the wall. I peer inside and there's my culprit, rummaging through Kikyo's bag in delight.

"Wow, damn good haul. This bitch is rich." He snickers as he pulls out some bills and shoves them in his pocket.

"Oiy!"

He jumps up in shock but only glares when he realizes that I'm blocking his only exit. "Hn? You're persistent aren't you?"

"How about you give back what you stole and I won't call the authorities, you low life."

My eyebrow twitches as his laughter bounces off the walls. "Cute kid. Real cute." I clench my fists when he throws her bag into his backpack. "And what if I refuse?"

"I call the police!"

"Oh?" He puts his hand on his chin in interest. "Good plan, good plan but just one thing…since I'm such a low life what makes you think I won't kill you?"

"…"

"Exactly, now how about you empty your pockets and I'll let you live? I'm in a good mood."

Is this guy bluffing? Will he really kill me? "Fine…" I shove my hands in my pockets and make my way closer as the baka grins at me. When I'm close enough I yank my hands from my pocket and lunge at him. He's taken off guard for a second but quickly recovers and elbows me in my mouth. I feel blood trickle past my lips and don't get a chance to recover as he slams me into the floor, effectively pinning me down. My head slams against the concrete painfully as he shackles my writs in his large hands.

"Bad choice you little—"

I struggle against him in vain and finally open my eyes when I realize that he's gone quiet. What the hell? He's just staring at me with this dumb look on his face. Hey wait maybe he recognizes me? I have been in a couple magazines with my father, he's pretty famous and I was in the shadows of the alley before so maybe now he recognizes me. "Oiy, are you going to let me up?"

"Hey…"

"Ugh!" I try to struggle when he grabs my face roughly and brings it up close to his. "W-What? What are you doing?"

"Who's your father?"

"Nani?"

"WHO is your FATHER?" This guy is really starting to scare me. Judging by the deranged look in his eyes I figure that it's best just to answer.

"Inutaisho!"

"Inu…taisho…"

"Yes?" What? What is it? I don't get it!...

Author's Note: Well that's it for now. Let me know what yah' think, especially you Munksangelqueen and of course give me suggestions if you have em'. For everyone else reviews are welcomed! Thanks for Reading : )