Final Mistake

 

Chapter 3

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Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha…okay now, are you happy now…damn you!



Three-thirty, it was three-thirty in the god-forsaken morning and Naraku had yet to make his entrance or even grace his girlfriend of two years with a single courtesy call to announce his whereabouts. So she sat. . . . She sat and waited in the dark like a banshee of the night. Her pale luminous skin glowed against the darkness giving her a gloomy undead appeal. Ink-black tresses lay against her transparent skin, and spilled over her shoulders, and down the entire length of her back. Narrow, disdainful brown orbs stared off into space, while she pondered the void of darkness in her own soul. She didn’t love him. . . . She just couldn't find in her soul to love this man who had been her boyfriend for two years, the man who has been her fiancé for all of a month, her missing intended. No, their relationship had nothing to do with love. It all happened so suddenly . . . . . and by the time she had come down from her first high it was too late; he had already made his claims on her. There was nothing she could do to ever free herself from his vice-like hold, but it hadn’t always been so. . . . She had once been in love with a lonely half-breed who had shown her that there was more to life than rules and customs. But sometimes the ones you love the most are the ones who will betray you in the worst ways. So, with that being said at the time in the distant past, when Naraku had shown up, he was like a knight in shining armor to the young miko's distressed eyes. To this day, she regretted the fact that she had not given her sweet and loving hanyou a second chance. . . .Well as the old cliché` goes, 'Hindsight is always 20/20'.





By four o’clock in the morning Kikyo was steaming with anger, a pure rage had consumed her swollen form. Naraku unlocked the front door as quietly as possible, with the hopes of creeping in as quiet as a dormouse. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on his side this night, because Kikyo had been waiting for him. After waiting not so patiently all night long, by the time Naraku got home, she was roasted and ready to serve a big helping of cutdown Naraku time.



“Where in the hell have you been!?!” Kikyo spat spinning around like the Godfather in his favorite leather recliner chair.



Taken back by her sudden outburst, he simply narrowed his crimson eyes to better focus his vision in the dark. “Kikyo, babe, I didn’t see you there,” he replied in a falsely perky manner, while deliberately ignoring her question. “You know, babe, you really shouldn’t sneak up on people like that especially in your current condition,” he acknowledged, gesturing to the watermelon that was now her belly. "I would hate for that child of ours to be harmed in anyway."



“Damn it Naraku…it's four in the motherfucking morning. Just where in the hell have you been,” Kikyo yelled, while poking an accusing finger into his solid chest.



“Does it really matter where I’ve been,” he taunted, as he began bending her index finger back until it nearly reached the breaking point before shoving her back into the recliner. “Since you are so persistent in your search to find out the truth of where I’ve been all night, I’ll tell you. I went to a party, had some drinks and came home…are you satisfied? Do I now have your permission to go to bed and get some sleep? Because unlike you, I don't have the option of sitting on my ass all day, I have to work for a living.”



The party had been dynamic, the drinks were endless and the ladies were some of the best eye candy that money could buy. Only the elite grace the invite list of a party like this, and Naraku was one of the top ten on said list, that had shown up. Dressed to impress in a bold black tux with crimson pin-stripes, dark blood-red gators were the chosen accessories for his feet, and around his waist was a thick belt, specially hand dyed so that it matched the crimson hue of his eyes. Naraku was the hot item at the party and had a fan club of ladies flocking to his side, running to obey and satisfy his every whim. One girl in particular, had seemed to make it her duty to satisfy his every desire by inviting him to her private reserved suite for a little one-on-one, 'personal' TLC.



“Come on Naku baby, I’ll make it worth your while,” purred the blonde haired beauty seductively, as she ground her hips against his matching the beat of the song they were currently dancing to. He looked down as her short dress started riding higher, the sight of her creamy thighs setting his blood on fire. Scarlet wrapped her curvaceous body like a second layer of skin and her thigh-high leather stiletto boots did sinful things to his mind. He was ambushed, mesmerized by the sight and promise of thick breasts, thick hips and a thick ass, there was no way in hell he would ever be able to refuse her invitation, even if he had the desire to do so. And so, like a puppy on a short leash, he had followed his new playmate into the dimness of the candlelit room, forgetting all about the jealous fiancé he had waiting for him at home…No, he was more concerned with the skilled vixen currently engulfing him entirely in her warm welcoming mouth.



“If you think cleaning up after your nasty ass isn’t work, then think again you fucking bastard. I work my ass off all day making sure this place stays decent, and I am sick and tired of it,” Kikyo declared as she balanced her weight on swollen feet.



“What are you going to do Ki-ky-o?" he asked mocking her "Leave me, oh wait, that's right, you can’t leave me can you? You are mine. I can damned well do whatever I please with you, and if tonight I feel like beating some sense into you for daring to question ‘Me’ then guess what? I will beat you so hard, that the unborn child of your's will cry out in blinding agony…do I make myself clear?" He taunted, raising his hand as if to strike her.



“Hai…”



“Yes what,” he demanded respect.



“Hai my lord…”



"Good girl, now come here to your master.”



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“Come on man, it’s been four months…I think it's safe to say that she is not coming back, and you have a baby girl on the way, besides. How is Kikyo doing anyway?” Miroku inquired, shifting into third gear. He was currently cruising with Inuyasha in Miroku's metallic blue, Nissan Skyline. It was a standard V6, with cocaine white interior, and boasting a lower suspension. He scanned the exceedingly busy parking lot of his favorite nightspot.



“She’s just fine,” InuYasha casually assured, glaring out of the passenger-side window. “Well, at least that's what she tells me, but I think something isn’t right…I mean at home. I can’t put my finger on it, but something is definitely up between her and Naraku.”



He was not at all energetic about going to hang out in a club full of funky people with either too much perfume on, or not enough common decency to bathe before spraying the smelly shit on. InuYasha mentally willed his nose not to work, but somehow that only made it worse. As soon as he strolled through the VIP entry, he walked smack into a brick wall of foul odor. Miroku had to half-drag him into the club, just to keep the poor, smell sensitive hanyou from turning around the other way.



“See, this isn’t so bad…besides look,” Miroku said cheerfully as he urged his grumpy friend to look over to a group of women doing everything but drooling over the hanyou hottie.



Scanning amber eyes over the pathetic bunch of dispersed females, InuYasha snorted, “hole…hole…bitch…hole and the blonde is a man.”



“Come on Yash, you have to stop being so picky- wait did you say that blond beauty over there is a man? It can be, say it isn’t so.” Miroku face drops in total shock as he recalled a certain somebody escaping into a private bedroom at an elusive party with said man just the other night. “This is for the books,” Miroku assured dragging InuYasha to the nearest bar for a little Q&A discussion. “Let me get two tall ones to kick off this night,” Miroku shot his order to the bartender before turning his gaze back to his friend. “Just to reiterate, you did say that you suspect tension in Kikyo's household, right?”



“Yeah…so,”



“So, what I am getting at is that I might have just discovered the reason why. You do recall the blond beauty that you so bluntly informed me is actually a man? Well that same he/she was on the invite list at that party I told you about the other night-”



“What are you getting at monk?”



“Patience, Yash, I am coming to my point. I wasn’t sure at first, but now I see that my eyes did not indeed fail me after I consumed so much sake. That blond beauty there…was how do you say. . . entertaining a certain raven-haired prick we both know and love to hate.” He said rather smugly. After seeing that InuYasha was still drawing a blank, he spilled everything he knew about it.



“Naraku! Hello?? I swear sometimes you're dumber than dirt. Naraku is apparently a homosexual and was or is currently cheating on the future mother of your child.”





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Changing into what had to be the eighth outfit thus far; Kagome pulled her long hair up off of her shoulders to get a better look at her neckline. She stood before the mirror as her stunning beauty was reflected back to her. She had finally decided on a pink, double-strap, lace-trim mesh cami with a short, stonewash, deep indigo blue jean skirt and an elegant, satin covered pair of flats, which had intricate floral embroidery, beading and decorative stitching. A pair pink gem studs, a tiny black purse and a simple cuff bracelet was all she used to complete the outfit. And finally, Kagome was ready to go on her first date, after meeting the man of any girls dreams a little over sixteen weeks ago.



“Come on girl, they will be here any minute,” Sango, pressed impatiently, as she waited for her very nervous friend to decide on a single look, and stick with it. Sango decided to go with the "less is more look". She wore a dark pair of stretch blue jeans and neutral cream lace-trim bustier corset with a lacy underwire and an adjustable strap to support her ample, double-D 'assets'. Add a pair of three inch black leather riding boots and a slimming Kohaku original, a sophisticated leather blazer and she had been ready to go for a little over an hour now.



“I just hope that my date is half as good looking as your Mister Wonderful…I still don’t know how I let you talk me into going on a blind date of all things,” Sango ranted while touching up her makeup one last time before their dates arrive.



“Don’t worry, he assured me that his friend would be to your satisfaction and, it's not like I’m asking you to marry him or anything…just be civil, okay, please?” Kagome plead, knowing full well her best friend could pack a temper if the poor guy pushes the wrong buttons.



"Isn’t it morally incorrect to date your ex-boyfriends’ brother…I mean, what would your mother say,” Sango playfully teased her self-conscious friend.



A concern marred Kagome’s beautiful face, as she nervously applied lipstick to her pouty lips. “You think…I mean I have given it some thought but…”



And if like on cue, the doorbell rang, snapping the two out of the potentially awkward conversation.



“So…ahh…do you want to get it or should I,” Kagome asked suddenly, feeling a little insecure about the length of her skirt now that their dates had finally arrived.



“Let’s just get it together, and get on with the night…I’m ready to party!" Sango announced heading right for the door. Together they opened the door to greet their dates, only to be confronted with two of the most gorgeous men…no…Gods ever to grace that entranceway.



There was what could only be described as unending, deathly silence; Sangos’ date finally took it upon himself to introduce himself to the ladies.



“Konban wa (Good evening), I am Sakuya Yuki,” the Egyptian God introduced himself. He was tall and lean, with bed-tossed raven-hair, hazel green eyes, and radiant bronze skin . . . he was truly a gift from the Kamis above. “Which one of you two lovely ladies do I have the honor of ushering tonight?”



Since Sango couldn’t seem find her voice at the moment, Kagome immediately spoke up for her, “My dear friend Sango is…aren’t you Sango,” Kagome nudged her stunned friend in the ribs.



“Oh yes, that’s me…ahhh, it is a pleasure t-to meet you, Sakuya.” For a moment she almost forgot that he didn’t come alone. Drawing her eyes from the bronzed God, Sango finally greeted Kagome’s date. “Excuse my manners,” she began, as she began shifting her attention, “I am delighted to finally meet the man who has given my sister a reason to move on with her life.” Extending her hand with a smile adorning her flawless ivory face, she politely welcomed him, “Pleased to meet you Sesshoumaru.”





Breezing past the ridiculously long line to get into the most popular and exclusive night club in all of Tokyo, Sango, Sakuya, Sesshoumaru and Kagome entered through the VIP’s gate with the grace of highly regarded movie stars, and they ironically even had to stop a few times for pictures.



“This is great,” Kagome voiced finding it beyond hard to keep her eyes off of the handsome beauty. The car ride was a little awkward to say the least because she was finding it difficult to make conversation with InuYasha's older and much more mature brother in person. Sure, they talked on the phone for a while . . . but it was something else entirely being with him in person, and without the professional barrier of her practice that didn’t set well with her.



Sesshoumaru was harboring the same difficulties as his date. He was oddly attracted to her, although he absolutely despised the fact that his younger brother had gotten to her first. She was stunning, smart, employed with enough money in the bank to retire in her young age but instead she lived a rather modest life, even when she could well over afford a first-class lifestyle. Oh yes, he did do his 'Homework'. He knows what schools she went to, what year her father died and that she has only been with one man prior to himself, and he knew all of this without her ever knowing about it. His sources had never failed him in the past, so he was confident in the knowledge he now possessed. Now normally, he didn’t go all out to accomplish such a complete history of a bedmate but his instincts had been nagging his nerves ever since the first time he had laid eyes on her at the doctor’s office. It didn’t help matters at all that Rin kept developing new illnesses that needed to be checked on by none other than Doctor Kagome Higurashi. Being the stubborn bastard that he was, he held off making any moves, until about a month ago, when Rin somehow acquired walking pneumonia. He still doesn’t know how she did it, because as soon as he asked Kagome for her number, so they could get to know each other in a less professional level, Rin symptoms cleared right up. So, after spending endless nights on the phone, just like two high school teenagers talking on their parent’s house phone, and not successful adults with jobs to go to in the morning, she had finally accepted his invitation and they settled for a double date.





Desperately trying to break the ice between herself and Sesshoumaru, she caught his hand with hers and persuaded him to jump into a fast paced dance.



“Hey, do you want to dance? I just love Justin’s song, Sexy Back,” she announced over the music, while her hips fell right into the beat. Her little trick must have worked, because before they knew it they'd danced through several songs, and by the time the DJ cut a break in the music, they both decided to take the time to give themselves a much needed rest.



“Please excuse me while I run to the ladies room…I’ll meet you over by the main bar, okay,” Kagome shouted over the loud tunes, just before dashing through the crowd.



Sesshoumaru made his way to the bar surprised to see Sango already sitting there with a guy he could vaguely remember seeing before. “Sango, where did Sakuya go,” he inquired, scanning the club for his lost buddy with his honeyed amber eyes.



“The last time I saw him he was dry-humping some really masculine looking blond chick," Sango wasn’t at all upset with her supposed date because it turns out that, he wasn’t her type after all, just his body was. Besides, he was too much of a pretty boy and not enough man, and she was just getting reacquainted with her old friend from grade school. “Allow me to introduce you two…Sesshoumaru this is a good friend of mine, Miroku…Miroku this is Sesshoumaru, Kagome’s date.”



“Oh SHIT, this can’t be…you're InuYasha’s half brother, right, and you're dating his Ex… Oh shit, I-I need to leave like right now,” Miroku nervously fumbled over his words.



“Why? What's going on?” Sango inquired, not liking the change in mood.



“Sango…InuYasha is here…right now and he still hasn’t gotten over her, so you can understand my haste to get him out of here, BEFORE he finds out.”



Meanwhile, Kagome had just stepped foot out of the ladies room, when she caught glimpse of silky white, hair waving in the darkness of the club. Without giving it much thought, she reach her arms around the slim waist, right before a horrible realization settled in.



“Kagome,” her name was whispered more as a statement, than a question. Turning slowly to face the girl who had walked out of his life, the girl of his dreams, for a split-second he felt total bliss, happier than ever. That is until a scent he knew and despised so well, floated over to him from her, and settled in. That's when he became colder than ice. “You,” he paused, trying to find the right words, “You were with my FUCKING BROTHER!!!” Before he could even consider his actions, he pushed her off him and barked harshly, "YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!! After all I've done, trying to fix our relationship and this is how you FUCKING repay me…you fucking, dirty WHORE!!” And with those words, he smacked her across her face so hard that she crashed through the wall. Somehow, the scent of her bloody nose woke him from his nightmare, and he struggled to come to terms with the act he had just committed. “Oh my God, what have I done? What have I done. . ." he whispered worriedly, "Kagome. . .Kagome are you all right I-I didn’t mean to do that.”



His words fell on deaf ears, because Kagome was too scared to even allow her own ears to work, she was too busy trying to backpedal and retreat. Backing away from InuYasha, she backed right into the steel wall of Sesshoumaru’s chest. Never had InuYasha ever raised a hand to strike her before, so she had no idea whatsoever as to what she should do or how to react, all she knew was that she needed to get as far away from him as humanly possible. Not that it would really matter, because it wasn’t like she could outrun him if she tried.



“How dare you strike a lady in my presence, little brother? Especially when that lady just so happens to be MINE. . . ” Sesshoumaru growled savagely, as a deadly, crimson red started filtering into his eyes



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Okay, I know you are all like “What! How in the world do you leave a chapter like that?” I assure you it is all for the best. Until next time, thank my wonderful beta, Pink Lady.

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