Now that's whatcha call a big
Sabichan Whoopsie-ma-dasiy!!
Gomen! I totally thought I posted
the chapter, and I'm sorry that you were all excited and then let down only to
read yet another crappy author's note! I can feel your anger, Gomen again!
Here's the one I forgot and big
thanks to Carrie for pointing out my age difference and to Lady Kaa for
e-mailing me and letting me know about my big Sabichan (patented)
Whoopsie-ma-daisy!!
Once again, ladies and gentlemen (do
any guys read this crap?), chapter thirty two....
Well, let's get back on track and on
with the story! YAH!
If any of you remember my last
fanfic, Only in dreams, you'll understand that I like things to have happy
endings. And in my happy endings, pretty much everyone is happy.
So I hope the second part of this
chapter will come as a pleasant surprise to you. I'll also be explaining
just what in the hell happened to Kagura.
It's kinda cute in a sadistic way.
Hope you like!
Ja ne!
~Sabichan~
Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew
she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't
know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey
Turnpike
They've all come to look for
America...
All come to look for America...
*K POV*
The road seemed to stretch on
forever into the horizon before me. I stuck my hand up through the moon roof,
feeling the cool air rush past my fingers. The radio blared, tuned to an oldies
station, and I sang along to the words of some old forgotten song.
I pulled my hand back in, returning
it to it's place on the steering wheel. I watched as the starts peeked out of
the thick blanket of the night sky above.
I smiled, sighing deeply and pressed
just a little harder on the accelerator.
I was free-I'd passed the
city limits some hours ago and was well into the next state. I was on my way to
my first destination, the map and calendar spread out on the passenger seat
beside me.
But I did my best not to glance to
that side of the car. If I did, that feeling would come back. That guilt for
not saying goodbye-the realization that even though I was free, I was still
alone. How I longed for Sango to be sitting next to me, purposely singing
off-key as she mapped out our journey.
Hell I would have even settled for
Miro, spouting cheesy pirate lines as we rode deep into the night.
And Gods what I would give to be
here with him...Inuyasha, sitting beside me, commenting on just how fast I was
going, cursing that I was driving way too fast.
Inuyasha, lacing his fingers with
mine, telling me how the dark new moon made the stars just that much more
bright, telling me how much he loved being there with me....and how much he
loved me.
The rush of wind from a passing semi
broke me out of my fantasy. I worried on my lower lip, mentally reprimanding
myself for dwelling on something that was too far out of reach for me now.
But I couldn't ignore the peaceful
feeling that had come over me from simply imaging his presence.
Or the clawing ache when my eyes
repeatedly drifted over to remind me that it was simply not real.
I was almost grateful when I felt my
stomach rumble lightly. I hadn't stopped for lunch, wanting to get out of the
state as fast as I could. I scanned the roadside signs for a place to stop and
eat.
There was a truck stop about two
miles up the road, and I decided to head there.
A few minutes later, I slipped into
a booth and looked over the menu. It was a bit of a greasy spoon, but I would
take what the road would give me. I double checked my map as I ate, making sure
I hadn't made any wrong turns while I was distracted. `Nope, right on
track...'
I began to write the first page of
my journal, noting how far I had driven, and how long it had taken me.
I took the last few sips of my tea,
not noticing I was being stared at. Finally I began to realize that that annoying
whistling was being directed at me. I glanced up, finding a very unwelcome
sight as two portly, trashy looking truckers were giving me the `once over'
again and again. The dark haired one licked his lips as the blonde blew me a
kiss. I just stared for a moment and then turned back to my map.
I groaned inwardly as I heard them
approach the table. The blonde slid in the seat across from me as the other
made himself right at home next to me.
"What's a pretty young thing
like you doing in a place like this?"
"It dangerous around here for a
little girl to be all alone."
I didn't glance up as I took another
sip of tea. They both snickered as I continued to ignore them, still writing.
"Girly, I asked you a
question."
"I heard you. I chose not to
answer." I said flatly, flipping the page in my journal.
"You got a mouth on ya."
"And teeth and gums...yep all
those things." I muttered, rolling my eyes. I could see the blonde one
laughing as the dark-haired guy whistled.
"I bet you got a good tongue on
ya too."
"I'm talking aren't I?"
"How bout we go put it to some
better use."
I looked up at him in disgust. I
glanced quickly at his nametag-Jim. The other dumb blonde was Samuel or
something like that. But each had the same emblem embroidered into their rather
sweat
stained sheets. I smirked.
"And how bout I take out this
phone here." I did so and flipped it open. "And I dial my father
up and tell him just how chivalrous his employees are."
They looked confused, each glancing
at each other. I sighed and took out the credit card from my pocket. I laid it
on the table and they both leaned in to read it, then recoiling in shock from
what it said:
Naraku Warui and right below that, Kagome Higurashi.
"What...Naraku ain't got no
daughter!" I smiled and drank the last of my tea as I put away my card and
began to pack up my belongings. He had called my bluff, yes, but I found myself
bouncing back before I could even think to panic.
"No, but he's got a daughter in
law." I grabbed Jim by the collar and pulled his face close to mine. "
You know he really is a kind man until he gets mad. And my dear husband
Kouga...oh he's always had just a bit of a temper on him....But I'm sure you
know this already...don't you?"
From my time with Kouga, I was well
aware of the fear they initially instilled in each employee. It was a policy of
Naraku's own device, quoting Machiavelli with "it is far better to be
feared than loved."
And while Naraku himself exercised
that policy through prosecution of employee theft, and swift justice against any
indiscretions, he had stayed well within the law doing so. Kouga, however, had
always seen in necessary to take things a step further, and deal with
"problems" on his own.
Each Shikon Corporation employee
knew of the notorious temper of his son, and I had been personal witness enough
times to see just how he took news of employees dishonesty or misconduct.
It's amazing what someone can break
being thrown down a flight of stairs.
The two men before me sat in abject
horror. I giggled and made a motion for Jim to scoot out of my way. He jumped
up, slowly backing away from the table as Sam made a move to follow.
"We..I...Mrs. Warui...we..Um..."
"He...I...apologize.."
They both stuttered, and I cocked my
head in curiosity, wondering why it felt so good to have so much control over
them. Even if it had been a lie...
"What's that? You're sorry for
being perverted little bastards and want to make it up to me? Well, thank you
gentlemen, how very sweet fucking of you . Dad'll be pleased to hear about
this!" I shoved my bill in to Jim's hands as I walked away, making sure to
keep my shoulders square and strong. Once I reached my car,
I jumped in and broke into an all
out giggle attack.
How had I just done that, how had I
just kept my cool? I'd never done anything like that before, never been that
confident. If that had been me two days ago, I would have been squirming
fearfully, praying for someone to come and save me.
But I had called out for no one,
hadn't even broken a sweat. It was exhilarating and so meaningful.
I recovered from my girlish laughter
fit and pulled back onto the highway. I thought about how different I felt
right then, how strong I felt.
I finally realized it about an hour
down the road. That had been my first step closer to my real destination on this
journey. I hadn't left because of Kouga, or Kikyo, or even Inuyasha. No. I had
left for me, because I was tired of waiting for something more to come my way.
Tired of feeling sorry for myself
because my heart had been broken, or because I couldn't decide what to do with
my life.
This was me getting off my ass and
doing something with the resources and advantages I had been given. Using the
strength I had inherited from my father, and the desires that Inuyasha had
awakened in me. Not to mention the
money and transportation Naraku had awarded me.
This was Kagome Higurashi growing up
*Guess who's POV*
I can still remember the first time
I saw her.
She was barely seventeen at the
time, but she held herself with such grace, she seemed to be timeless.
I saw her as we were driving by, on
my way to some various function with my father. I just happened to look out the
window at that moment to see this beautiful <i> goddess</i> walking
past us.
She had creamy pale skin, framed by
flowing locks blacker than the darkest night. She was smiling, her gorgeous
face lighting up the world around her, contrasted to the gloom of the overcast
sky.
As my eyes trailed over her perfect
body, following her long legs down to her feet and then back up again, only one
thought ran through my head.
"I want her"
I told the driver to stop, but my
father corrected me, claiming we were late as it was. I frantically tried to
explain that we had to stop-and he continued to ignore me.
Just like he'd done since the day my
mother left him.
As I glanced back for a final look
at my angel, I found she was already gone. Although my shoulders slumped in
defeat, I glared at my father angrily. He didn't notice...
As he continued to talk endlessly on
that cursed cell phone, I though about how much I hated him.
My mother had been gone for a quite
a few years now. I missed her so much, and her absence had been hard on me.
Before she left, life had been
nothing short of perfect. I had two parents who wanted to give me the world, I
was the heir to a fortune, and I was treated like royalty every where I went. My
father, at the time, had been very attentive, and I will admit, he had been my
role model.
I still had my hardships. My
parents, though they loved me more than anything, could hardly stand to be next
to each other. They argued constantly, mostly about my mother's spending
habits, sometimes about her trysts with the hired help, and occasionally about
Shiori Shingetsu.
Who was she? She was the wife of my
father's business partner, Shoji. Those two were like my aunt and uncle, and
their two sons, Inu and Sess, like my cousins. Not particularly cousins I
liked, mind you, but family none the less.
You may be wondering why they argued
about her. Even though I was only a kid even I knew what everyone else but the
woman in question did. My father was in love with her.
Why he ever married my mother, I
have no idea. Kagura Kimoto, the heiress to the Kimoto Hotel family fortune-and
perhaps the most beautiful woman any man has ever laid eyes on. I acknowledge
that I have a very high opinion of
her, but...I am not exaggerating all that much.
This I will admit as well though-my
mother was voracious. She loved money and she loved men and she always, always
got what she wanted. I learned from the very best, you see.
Why she left, well, that`s a secret
I`ve kept for most of my life. I was afraid at first that my father had had
enough of her ways, and murdered her. After all, it was only months after Shoji
himself vanished. The obvious was to assume that he had killed them both, in
order to attain the only woman he otherwise could not have.
My fears though, were quelled when
she contacted me a month later. She had a very good reason to leave, and I
respect her very much for making such a decision. I was also happy to hear that
somewhere in a little European country, I have a young half sister who is the
spitting image of Mom. Beautiful....
I never told my father, or anyone
else for that matter, because he had been the one to drive her to leave. His
obsession with Shiori had made her so jealous, and after one her many attempts
to avenger her hurt feelings, she found herself pregnant with her masseuse's
child. It was then that Mom realized she was much happier with Jerome than she
had ever been with my father.
And just to make sure there would be
no trouble with me inheriting the old man's money when he finally died, she
didn't chance a divorce. She simply took off with Jerome, and jetted to her new
home across the seas.
I am truly happy for her, but I have
to admit that it was hard not having her around. That's when my father stopped
treating me like his son, and started treating me like his protege. I got used
to it after a while, when I finally learned that that meant I could do whatever
the hell I wanted to, and not need his permission. But I was only twelve or so
when I came to such a conclusion. I grew up way too fast...
I guess I shouldn't
complain...Inuyasha's had it much worse. Not only did his father take off, but
the lovely Shiori lost her mind, and not much later, Sesshomaru took off as
well. I wanted to feel bad for him, but I had to take care of myself.
I never really used to get along
with the boys. I remember Miroku Houshi too. Those three stuck to each other
like glue. I was always kind of the bratty relative they were forced to include
in everything.
I used to thoroughly enjoy making
their lives hell. It was the only way for me to get out the
frustration I felt towards my
parent's bickering, and the mixed feelings I had for their mother.
I wanted to hate her...but she was
Shiori, and that was like hating life itself. She was everything good and kind,
and no matter how many times my mother would bad mouth her, I would mentally
defend her. Never out loud though....
Back to the girl, though....yes, I'd
like to think about her just a little bit more...
After that day, I couldn't stop
thinking about her. I canvassed the entire area that I had seen her, even sent
a couple of people to do some reconnaissance. But to no avail...it was like she
was only a figment of my imagination.
Then, not but five months
afterwards, I just so happened to pick up the newspaper my father had left on
my desk in my office. I was bored enough to actually look through at, and
flipped to the sports section. I almost pissed myself when I saw it.
There, on the front page, was the
girl of my dreams. I remember staring at her picture for the longest time, then
finally trailing my eyes down to the caption, scanning for her name.
Kagome Higurashi.
She was a master archer, and had
just won a gold medal in a local competition, the youngest to ever do so.
I wasted not a moment then, finding
out as much about her as I could. Which was not as hard as one would imagine. It
turned out she lived on one of the very few historical sites in the city,
Higurashi shrine, and it had been in her family for ages.
A few days later, I made my move.
I went straight to the shrine on a
bright summer day. After walking around the grounds some, listening to the old
man, her grandfather, drone on and on about legends and bullshit like that, I
finally saw her. She was dressed in old-fashioned robes, red and white, and a
vision of pure beauty. She was drawing back her bow, and a second later, an
arrow appeared in the very center of the target yards away.
I walked over to her, and I can
still feel the shiver that ran through me when those chocolate brown eyes met
mine.
"That was amazing."
"Thank you. I practice
hard." She began to turn away.
"Wait...could you...show
me again?" She smiled warmly, and I
melted inside.
"Of course!" She quickly strung another arrow and let it fly,
barely a centimeter from the previous one. I whistled and she smiled again.
"The trick is to imagine
something you really dislike right where you want the arrow to hit. That way,
you don't miss." I
laughed and she giggled and began to shoulder her bow.
"What's your name?" I asked. She cocked her head to the side, and gave
me this adorable, curious look.
"Kagome."
"That's a beautiful name.
It fits you well." A
small blush graced her cheeks and she glanced away, mumbling a very faint thank
you.
" I mean it with the utmost sincerity. You truly are
lovely. I hope you won't find me rash, but I was wondering if you might join me
later."
I could see the shock written
clearly across her face, as she struggled to find words to answer me.
"I...umm....I...J-join
you fo-for what?"
"For dinner. I'd like to
take you out." Her
eyes went wide and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. She looked so
cute and so confused.
"I...I don't even...even
know you." I stepped close to her
and took her hands in mine.
"I was hoping to correct
that. Please, it would be a true honor to have such a beautiful young woman
accompanying me." I gave
the most charming smile I could .
After what seemed like an eternity,
she finally nodded and chocked out a reply.
"I will if-if you at
le-least..umm tell me your name."
"My name is Kouga Warui,
and I will back her to pick you up at seven." I said, giving her hand a light kiss, and slowly walking away. It
took a lot of willpower not to look back, but I wanted to keep her on edge, to
keep her guessing, like I had done about her for so long.
That first night together could not
have been more perfect. She looked incredible, and she was so shy. The moment
she learned my name, she had known exactly who I was, and where I came from
I bided my time, wanting to do my
best to sweep her off her feet, to woo her and charm her. I did a pretty good
job, because after only a few more dates, she let me kiss her.
And I was her first. I can't tell
you how proud I still am of that fact.
My father took to her instantly, and
even though I found it strange at first, he began to pay a lot more attention
to me. He tried to advise me on how to romance Kagome, and I admitted to him
that I already knew I was in love with her. I'd only been dating her for a few
weeks, and I was smitten.
She accompanied me everywhere. Those
boring charity balls were no longer hell with such an angel by my side. And
although she had yet to announce her own feelings, I could tell that things
were going my way.
I don't know when I started to go
wrong.
I have never been known for being
very level headed. To be honest, I have a temper. A very bad temper.
You don't have to do much to get on
my bad side. I act this way, because I learned it was the only way people would
respect me. Being the only son of Naraku Warui left me being treated like a
senseless kid by the rest of the employees. This could not be tolerated.
I am the sole heir to this company,
and I will someday fill my father's shoes. I plan to double his fortune, and I
will not stop until I have what I want. My mother taught me never to settle for
less.
I can still remember the first time
Kagome saw me discipline an employee. The look of fear in her eyes as she
watched, the tears she cried, and the way she flinched from my touch when I
came back to her. It aroused me to no end to see her so afraid of me. You may
think I'm sick, but this is the way I am.
I like pain. I like to be feared. I
am my mother's son.
She began to pull away from me, to
try to distance herself. I held onto her with an iron grip.
She...she was the one thing in the
world that was truly mine, given to me by the Gods themselves.
I would not let her go.
So I began to discipline her as
well. I didn't hit her, I didn't need to. Just yelling at her was enough to
make those haunting eyes wide with terror. She learned quickly that this was
her fate, that I and I alone was her only master.
Still, I did not push her sexually. I
wanted her to want me. I wanted her to desire me, to give herself to my whims
completely. I wanted to break her. So I took my time, unusually patient, until
her eighteenth birthday.
She was easily swayed into coming home
with me. I stayed on my best behavior, knowing that she would be calm and
accepting if I was charming and sweet. It was a small price to pay for what I
had planned for her.
After a few glasses of wine, she was
intoxicated enough to manipulate. I began slowly, kissing her, holding her
gently. I told her how much I wanted to be with her, how much I loved her. I
started to be a little more brazen, telling her how I wanted to make love to
her. Her small gasp alone was enough to break the hold on my control. I began
to admit what I really wanted to do to her. I told her that I wanted to hurt
her.
And I did. I wanted to hurt her so
badly, to see her writing in a mix of pleasure and pain below me, bloody and
crying.
I could feel her go tense below me,
and I lost it. I hit her.
I can remember the rush it gave me,
seeing her face frozen in shock and fear. My blood rushed through my veins as
my mind raced with so many thoughts. I started to believe that she would get
used to this. That eventually, with a little training, she would begin to like
it. So I hit her again.
But this time, she did not just lay
there. She hit me back. Before I realized what was happening, her knee went up,
and I was on the floor in pain.
It felt so good....
She ran then. I laid there on the ground
reveling in the feeling she had given me, the bliss she had put me in. Eventually
though, I realized that since she had actually found the strength to defend
herself, she might also find the strength to leave. That was not good. I jumped
up, angry that she would even consider getting away from me. I wanted to kill
her. I really did.
I ran after her, but was too late. I
saw her just as she jumped into my car and took off. I chased her as far as I
could, but to no avail.
For the first time in my life, I was
scared. She had left, and now she was out of my control. If she were to tell
anyone about my...preferences, it could do a lot of damage to my otherwise
perfect public image.
I weighed my options-Kagome or the
fortune my mother had made damn sure I would get. I felt disgusted at myself
that I would even think about dishonoring my mother's sacrifice.
Kagome had to be dealt with.
Being in my position grants me with
a lot of resources. So I made use of one such resource and called my good
friend at the police department. Within the span of fifteen minutes, she was in
custody.
My father, who had some time ago
begun to meddle too far into my relationship with Kagome, did nothing to stop
me. He let me "clean up my own mess" as he so eloquently put it. I
came up with the idea of the contract, even going so far as to write it myself.
I made sure to make it seem like the perfect deal to her, like I would be
setting her free.
I was simply setting her up.
I decided I would give her some
time, let her live her life on her own for a while. So I didn't come near her,
didn't call. It was hell, believe me. Being so long without my angel...but...it
was necessary.
Then one night, I just couldn't take
it. It had been almost two years, and she had had enough time to herself. So I
went to go see her at the Shrine.
Just the look of absolute horror on
her face was enough to make my heart race. I wanted to take her so badly, right
then and there on the sidewalk. But she got the better of me and once again
defended herself.
Souta, her younger brother appeared,
and armed. So I backed off. He'd grown up well, and I wasn't quite prepared to
deal with him...yet, at least.
Some more time passed. I realized
her birthday would be coming soon. So I made plans to pay her a little visit. To
celebrate the anniversary of the first time she caused me such exquisite pain.
But I found she wasn't home. She
must've gone somewhere for the night. So I decided to simply wait. Around
midnight, she came back...and she wasn't alone.
You can't imagine how angry I was
when I saw who she was with. Perhaps the most pathetic being in the entire
city, and she was holding on to him. I continued to watch, letting my anger
grow, getting ready to make my move.
I knew taking down Inuyasha might
require some extra work, so I decided to wait for the opportune moment. He was
a force to be reckoned with, if growing up with him had taught me anything.
She sang for him. That calmed me
some...she always did sing like an angel...
My blood boiled as I watched him
kiss her, watched her kiss him back. Then...then what they did next made me
want to strangle the both of them to death.
He touched her, caressed her, then
actually pulled her on top of him. I could see and hear the pleasure they were
sharing, something I had never been privileged to, even though I had loved her
first.
Finally, they came to a stop, and
talked. I could just barely hear what they were saying, my heart was pounding
in my ears. He was about to kiss her again, and I snapped.
I hit him hard, knocking the bastard
unconscious. Then I threw her to the ground. The little bitch had the gall to
try and protect him, and I taught her to shut her mouth. I remember the taste
of her blood as I kissed her. Then seeing her face so pained and bloody....I
wanted her so badly. I had just barely torn her dress open when she called for
him.
She called for him
I went absolutely crazy then, and
did not hold anything back. But before I knew it, I heard a voice calling my
name, dripping with absolute rage.
He took me by complete surprise, and
I know I must've blacked out for a moment or two. But even though I recovered
quickly, his anger had not subsided. His hands closed around my throat and I
defended myself to the best of my ability.
I'll tell you this: I am a strong
man. I am not easily overtaken.
But he didn't seem to feel a goddamn
thing. He just kept strangling me, like I had wanted to do to him, no matter
how badly he had begun to bleed, no matter how many times I hit him.
I told him then that she was mine,
and if at all possible, his anger exploded. I've never experienced pain like
that before.
And I didn't like it.
I began to realize, in the moments
before I blacked out the final time, just how it felt to be on the other end of
the blow.
I began to understand why Kagome
didn't love me like I loved her.
I had hurt her, far worse
than Inuyasha was hurting me.
I woke up the next morning with my
jaw wired shut. I couldn't believe what he had done to me. And he had done it
all for her.
I deserved it.
My father was there, for once, and
also for the first time, he was truly angry with me.
He blamed me for everything, and I
had no choice but to agree. He was right, I had brought this upon myself. Of
course that didn't stop me from being just as angry with him.
This was his fault too. He was never
my father, he was just a man that I lived with. He was nothing to me.
Kagome is gone now. My father told
me she left only a few hours ago, and that he had no intentions of letting me
find her.
I've just boarded the plane,
comfortably seated in first class. I'm on my way to see the only person who's
ever been capable of loving me. I didn't tell my father I was leaving. He
wouldn't have cared anyway. He's too busy with Shiori these days.
My mother is happy for me. She's missed
me too. Even Jerome seems to be anticipating my arrival. Life may be looking up
for me.
I have learned many things about
myself and about what I've done.
I hurt a lot of people. I've been a
selfish man for so long, and I have nothing to show for it. I almost killed the
only girl I'd ever loved.
All of this, due to the sick,
twisted nature of my pleasures. I often wish I was not born like this. That I
could have normal, healthy, even sane desires, but I am who I am. I have to
learn to control myself, and I have come a long way since the night Inuyasha
beat some sense into me.
I wonder sometimes if I'll ever find
love again. If anyone will ever be able to accept the man that I am, to love
the beast that lives inside of me...
"Excuse me, but I think you're
in my seat."
I turned my head and nearly fainted
at what I saw there. The most gorgeous woman, clad in a red corset and very
tight white vinyl pants, a chained collar around her slim neck. Long red hair
fell in pigtails, framing pale skin and the most intense green eyes I'd ever
seen in my entire life.
"I think you should move."
She spoke again, low and demanding. My heart raced as she glared at me. I
swallowed nervously and stood.
"Very well. My apologies."
I chocked out. She smiled then and took a step towards me.
"Good boy. Now out of my
way." She whispered. I complied instantly and she inched past me, her body
rubbing against me. Then, before I could even register what has happening, I
felt her give me a good firm slap on my rear.
"Now sit down." She commanded.
I sat, dumbfounded at how incredibly
aroused I was. She ignored me, and situated herself in the seat. Then, without
even looking at me spoke again.
"Tell me your name."
"K-Kouga."
Finally she turned to me, her
emerald pools glimmering with lusty mischievousness. She grinned.
"Well, Kouga...you're certainly
quite good at following orders aren't you?"
She began to lean closer to me, and
my heart hammered against my chest. Her ample breasts strained against the low
neckline of her corset, a tattoo of a purple and white flower gracing the left
one. I could see her nipples tight and attentive below the material. All I
could do was nod.
"Yes, yes you are. Tell me, do
you like what you see?" I once again nodded dumbly. She giggled, the sound
musical to my ears. Then, suddenly her face dropped and she glared angrily at
me. She grabbed my by my tie and yanked my face inches from hers.
"I did not give you
permission to look at me did I?" I gulped and shook my head.
"Have you learned your lesson,
or do I have to...teach you how to behave?" I nodded. She lightly brushed
her lips against mine, and my entire body shivered with pleasure. I gasped as
she pushed me away, and turned her attention to the window as the plane made
it's way down the runway.
I was so turned on I could hardly
breathe right. Her voice was so commanding, her actions so rough, her body
heavenly...I had to know her name.
"May...may I know your name, my
lady." I asked softly, glancing once more at her body.
A moment of silence passed and I
waited patiently. Finally, her hand snaked it's way onto my thigh, then rubbing
firmly against my now throbbing erection. I saw her smile as I moaned softly,
and once again, her intense jeweled gaze was on me.
"You want to know my name, do
you? Well, I guess since you've been so good, you deserve to
know..." She grasped me firmly
and began to stroke me as she leaned close to my face once more. Moving to
flick her tongue against my neck, she whispered softly in my ear,
"Ayame."
Tbc…
XD
well, that was unexpected...
See, I like everyone to be happy. Even
asshole Kouga.
But he realized what he'd done to
her, and he was sorry, he even left!
He deserves to get laid!
Hmmmm
So since he just told us Naraku didn't
kill his mother, and Sess explained how Shoji died...
Where does that leave us with Naraku
himself?
I told you in the very first
summary that he would not be evil in this fic. I hate him in the anime for what
he does to our poor Inu-gumi, but I am very much curious about seeing what life
would be like if Naraku wasn't evil. It's hard to trust him, ne? Well, it was
hard to write him as a good person, but I hope you like the romance blossoming
between him and Shiori.
C'mon, admit it, he's pretty hot
too!! At least I think so...
Well, no more till tomorrow, I hope.
If not then, then Sunday, I promise!