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The Bane of My Existance	By : ShaeyaSedjet Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 3560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note From Sedjet: Wow. I had no idea that Bane would get such a
great response. I am so glad that those of you who reviewed liked it!
If you couldn’t tell, I’ve been in a really angsty mood
lately. I’ve already written the middle part of Rent (without
anything up to this point), and it promises to be extremely angsty as
well. Maybe I need some St. John’s Wort….

I’ve
said it before, and I will say it again…”I HAVE
THE BEST DAMNED REVIEWERS EVER!”

Inuzands
– You need not worry. I will not be killing characters off.
Things will be angsty, but it will be a fun kind of angst. No dark,
suicidal attempts. No rape scenes. No psychotic killing rampages.
It’s not my style. I’m glad you are enjoying Bane,
though.

Kellie
– Yeah, I had to stop there because I had to go to sleep. I
had an early final this morning. But, here is another chapter to keep
ya happyJ I’m glad you like it!

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Tennyou – Wow. You know, I am glad that I started it out
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glad I lost it and ended up with this instead!

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Sweet – Have I told you lately how much I love you and
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Green
Bird 2071 – Yeah. This Kagome pounced me and threatened to
beat me up if I didn’t write her. She was demanding to be
heard. I’m glad you can identify…with parts of her. I
don’t really like the idea of her being raped, but that kind of
stuff happens and it isn’t pretty. It will add to the angst,
though.

Deadly
Tears – Thank you oh-so-muchly!

faithlesshope
– Yeah. It sucked, but he was scum and he paid very dearly.
evil chuckle Caleb kind of came out of nowhere, too. He
just…happened.

Thank
you to everyone for being so appreciative and supportive of my work.
You are all fabbity-fab-fab-fabby-fab! Now on with the show!

Dislaimer:
The Inu-gumi belong to Takahashi Rumiko. Me no owny!

The
Bane of My Existence

Chapter
Two:

You
Ass! (Revised 6-9-07)

The
next day I was working in my shop (go figure), and who do you think
reared his ugly head? You are damned right. It was one Inuyasha Sato.
At the time, I could not fathom why the moron kept skulking around my
workshop when he knew damned well that Miroku was never there. Hey! I
never claimed to be observant or have any great powers of deduction!
Just shut up!

“Hey,
Lesbo—“

“Hey,
Fag.” I chirped without missing a beat.

“I’m
not gay!”

“And
I’m not a lesbian, so I’ll stop calling you a fag if you
stop calling me a lesbian.”

He shrugged his shoulders.
“Seems
fair.”

I considered him a moment,
wondering what his angle was. He never agreed to a truce so easily.
“So,
what do you want?”

“Is
Miroku around?”

I
looked up at him with an ironic half-smile on my face. “Didn’t
you see his car parked in the drive?”

“Oh,
yeah,” he mumbled.

“Wouldn’t
that suggest that Miroku is here?”

“I
thought he might be out here helping you,” he suggested.

“When
have you ever known my brother to get his hands dirty?” Ok.
At this point, I was really wondering what the hell was up with him.
This man was intelligent. He graduated at the top of his class in
both high school and college. It wasn't like him to be so dense. In
fact, the fucker was usually entirely too perceptive for his own
good.

“Touche.”

I
went back to assembling the carriage of the Carmen. This project was
coming along painfully slow, and it didn’t help that there was
a HUGE distraction that kept…well…distracting me. I
could feel him just watching me, hesitating. Finally, getting
slightly creeped out, I looked up at him.

“What,
Inuyasha? Miroku is in the house,” I explained slowly as if
Inuyasha were a patron of the short-bus.

Inuyasha
ignored me and asked an alarming question, “Um. Would you mind
if I came by sometime to help you with the Carmen?”

I
just stared at him. What the hell was he asking! Why the hell did he
want to help me? Never in his life had this boy done something to
help me out of the kindness of his heart.

I looked at him skeptically,
“What’s
your angle?”

His
expression was guarded, “What do you mean?”

“What
do you want? You have to want something. You’ve never offered
to help me with anything. Ever. So, what is it?”

“Maybe
I just want to enjoy your company,” he countered defensively.

“And
monkeys might take flight from my ass, Sato.”

He crossed his arms and
sneered. There was the Inuyasha Sato I was used to! “You
know, getting laid could help that attitude problem of yours. If you
weren’t such a frigid bitch the majority of the time, some guy
might actually want to ask you out or something.”

I took the bait immediately.
This was one of my favorite subjects to rant about. “I’m
not a guy. I don’t need sex to make everything all better.”

“What
would you know about it? You’re a fuckin’ hermit,”
he muttered.

“Fuck
you!” I growled at him.

“Now,
now!” He clucked his tongue at me. Is that any way for a young
lady to speak?”

I
was taking very deep breaths, trying to calm myself before I ended
the meaningless existence of one Inuyasha Sato. When I spoke, it was
controlled and very careful, “Sato, I would suggest you get the
hell out of my workshop before I kick your ass.” My voice
sounded low and scary even to myself.

“Seriously,
Nubs—“

“Sato,
get out before I kill you.”

“You
are such a bitch, Nubs,” he muttered and ducked as a wrecked
carburetor (my beloved weapon of choice) flew past his head. “Dammit,
woman! That almost hit me!” he shrieked (yes, shrieked.
Like a girl).

“You’re
extremely lucky that my aim sucks. I was fucking trying to hit
you!” My voice increased in decibels as my anger was fully
unleashed. I threw everything that I could find at him. I didn’t
care if I knocked him out cold on the pavement.

“Fuck!
Crazy bitch!” he yelped as a chunk of scrap metal pegged him in
the shoulder.

“Get
the fuck out!” I screeched, very near to tears. Unwittingly, he
had found my “button” and sucker punched it. He didn’t
know about Caleb, so he didn’t do it on purpose. He just loved
to get under my skin. He chose the wrong thing to pick on.

Miroku
came running from the house and skidded to a stop in the doorway of
the workshop. I must have been quite a sight sitting amidst a
disarray of chunks of metal, bolts and miscellaneous car parts,
sobbing and folded nearly in half against myself. I half-heard him
question Inuyasha about what happened. Inuyasha gave him a brief
summary and I heard Miroku’s feet slapping quickly against the
pavement. He knelt beside me and took me into his him arms, murmuring
comforting words.

Inuyasha
stood there, watching the entire thing with a look of extreme
discomfort. He worried a lock of his thick, glossy, black hair. His
red, button-up shirt had spots of axle grease from the car parts that
he had been dodging. If I had been in a less homicidal mood, I might
have felt sorry for him. He looked like he may have felt as terrible
as I did. Good, was my only thought.

Miroku
turned his head slightly. “Inuyasha, could you wait for me in
the house?”

Inuyasha
nodded solemnly and left the workshop, his soft footfalls fading to
nothingness.

Miroku
turned back to me and forced me to look him in the eye. “It’s
ok, baby sister. What happened?” he asked as he stroked my
hair. It was just like the day I had told him about Caleb.

I
told him what had transpired between Inuyasha and me. Miroku gave a
deep sigh.

“Don’t
worry. I’ll have a talk with him.”

I
shook my head fiercely, “Don’t you tell him. Don’t
you dare tell him! I swear to the gods that I will never speak
to you again!”

“’Gome,
he needs to know that there are certain things he can’t say to
you. He’ll understand if it’s put to him the right way.
Things cannot go on like this between you two.”

“I
don’t want anyone to know,” I whimpered, “Especially
not him.”

“Why
not him?”

“Because
he is here all the time! I don’t want him to see me and think,
‘Poor Kagome, the rape victim.’ I’d much rather
have things the way they are. I don’t want him to be nice to me
just because I was sexually assaulted. I don’t want his pity,
or anyone else’s. Please Miro, don’t tell.”

My
brother sighed. He didn’t need to tell Inuyasha. Inuyasha had
been there the night that Miroku and his friends kicked Caleb’s
ass. I had never known this, but I was about to find out.

The
next day, Inuyasha came by the workshop in tattered jeans and a
paint-splattered t-shirt with his hair up in an elastic band. I
stared at him as if he’d sprouted puppy ears. I had never seen
him in anything that wasn’t impeccably clean or crisply
pressed.

“What?
Do I have something on my face?”

I
sighed, “I don’t have the energy to deal with you right
now, Inuyasha. Please just find Miroku and leave me alone.”

He
didn’t leave. He just stood there, apparently struggling
with…something.

“Yes?”
I asked expectantly.

He
took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Look, I’m
sorry about yesterday. I said some things that were way out of line.
I should have shown you more respect. I just—I don’t know
how to behave around you, ya know? You’ve been Miroku’s
little sister all my life, and now, you’re not so little. You
aren’t Nubby anymore. You’re Kagome—“

“Thanks
for noticing,” I muttered.

He
continued, undeterred, “Shut up, Kagome.”

“Fuck
you, Sato!”

“Kagome,
stop being a bitch.”

“If
you call me a bitch one more time, I’ll—“

“Yeah,
yeah, ‘insert threat of bodily harm here’. If you don’t
want to be called a bitch, then stop behaving like one. I came to
apologize for what I said to you yesterday. I wasn’t thinking.
I should have been more considerate, especially after…well…you
know,” He lowered his head, hiding his gaze from me.

I
paused for a moment, a wave of dread crashing over mean. “What
do you mean?” I asked, horrified at what the answer would be.
When Inuyasha wouldn’t make eye-contact with me, I had a pretty
good idea of what he meant. He knew. My voice was very quiet when I
spoke to him, “Did Miroku tell you about what happened to me?”

I
watched him shake his head, but could not read his expression. His
black bangs were hiding his eyes. I desperately wanted to see his
eyes! And then he spoke. “I was there the night that your
brother beat the shit out of Caleb.” He looked up at me and his
lovely amethyst eyes held barely contained violence, “I held
the bastard down while your brother kicked the shit out of him.”

I
blinked once, twice. I had no words. For once in my life I—Kagome
Higurashi—was speechless. I had not known. Miroku had never
told me who any of the boys were who had helped him extract vengeance
from the hide of my asshole ex-boyfriend. However, I certainly
wouldn’t have expected Inuyasha Sato to be among them. I was
stunned to say the least.

My
mouth must have been gaping, because Inuyasha said, “You’ll
catch flies if you stay that way.”

I
snapped my mouth shut and stared at him. Neither of us spoke for what
seemed like an eternity. We just stared at each other, both of us
taking stock of the other.

When
I was finally able to construct a coherent sentence, I said, “I
suppose I should thank you for that.”

He
shrugged. “No man should ever do that to a woman. He got what
he deserved.”

My
heart swelled near to bursting with that. With the exception of
Miroku, I'd never had anyone to protect me. Though, looking back
now, Inuyasha and Miroku came as a package deal. If I was being
picked on by a kid bigger than me, one of the two of them was always
there to talk the kid into seeing the brighter path, or to pummel him
within an inch of his life. I'd never really thought of things that
way before. I just accepted it as part of the kid sister package,
but all this time I had a sort of protector watching out for me. If
only he had decided to act on his impulses when I was fifteen,
neither of us would be where we are now. And in truth, we probably
wouldn't have hit it off very well. Inuyasha at seventeen, was a
ladies man. He was with a different girl every week and I honestly
doubt that I would have put up with his crap. So, in a way, I'm glad
he was slow on the uptake. I would have missed out on getting to
know what a really wonderful guy he turned out to be.

T.B.C...
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