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Obscenity	By : Midnights-AM-Child Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 1329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. This is not a PWP, so smut is in later chapters (chpt 4+). I do not intend to make a profit in anyway.

Chapter List
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Chapter 7: The Accountant
It felt as if she was confined again. They were working on something she wasn't supposed to know about. She wasn't allowed to leave Floor 7.
Miyoko heard something heavy drop. It came from Bankotsu's room. Miyoko usually didn't care about the weird noises that came from his room; but, she had nothing else to do. She left her room and crept next door. Bankotsu sat on the floor opening a gigantic luggage bag. Miyoko watched as he pulled out stacks of money. Eventually he dumped the content of the bag onto the floor. Bankotsu took a handful of the money and counted it. He put it on a stack and counted more. The stack fell over. Frustration etched over his face. Miyoko laughed silently and turned to go back to her room.
"Woman, I know you're out there." Miyoko peeked surprised that she got caught. "Come in." Miyoko walked in and sat on his bed. Bankotsu smirked. "That would be the first place you go."
"Shut up." Bankotsu sat next to her. "Personal space…"
"There's nothing I haven't seen, or touched…" he said with a smile "Will you let me take my frustration out on you?"
At first her concentration was on the pile of money a few feet away from her; then she felt his hands crawl up her shirt. "No. Never again." He rolled Miyoko on her back. "I said no." Miyoko pulled Bankotsu's hands away from her. Her anger about the tape began to surface again.
"Oh come on!"
Miyoko got off his bed and sat onto the floor. "I can ease your frustration in a different way." Miyoko cleared space onto the floor and began organizing. She counted very quickly and put them in stacks of 50. Miyoko's concentration was solely on the money; Bankotsu's was solely on her. He watched her from behind as she stretched to make room for new stacks or got up to recount. Finally she had 200 stacks across his floor. "A million even." She stated
"Good" He pulled her to him and fell back on his bed. "How should I repay my brilliant sexytary?"
"By getting off me." Miyoko said unimpressed.
"Fine… You're such a boner-shrinker." Bankotsu picked up a stack and placed it in Miyoko's shirt. "Go buy yourself something pretty."
Miyoko rolled her eyes and left Bankotsu's room. Bankotsu put the rest of the money inside the bag. He went down a floor (Renkotsu's floor). Bankotsu dropped the money at his door. "What do you want me to do with it?"
"Count it." Said Bankotsu without emotion.
Later…
Renkotsu walked out with the bag on his shoulder. "750,000"
Bankotsu smirked. "750,000. Some bastard tried to dupe me…"
"Who?"
"You." Bankotsu snatched the bag from Renkotsu. He punched him in the face. Renkotsu fell to the ground. Bankotsu stepped on his neck and leaned down to face him. "The bitch counted it first and got a million. Sure I gave her a cut, but it sure wasn't that big."
"She's lying." Said Renkotsu clutching his nose.
"I watched her." Bankotsu's smile dropped. "Now let's see, I'll have her count again. If she hits 750,000 then the rest is with you."
"I would never steal from you big brother!" said Renkotsu "She's lying!"
Bankotsu chuckled softly. "Hey, I'm a reasonable guy. I have two more bags upstairs. Both of you will count. You both better get the same amount or one of you will die. Am I understood?"
Renkotsu clinched his teeth. "Yes Big Brother."
Luckily when Miyoko and Renkotsu counted the last two they ended up getting the same amount. Bankotsu figured that she could do that to earn her stay. He couldn’t trust Renkotsu and he’d make up any excuse to keep her in his bedroom.
Miyoko tied a rubberband on the last stack. "45,000."
Bankotsu shook his head. "It should be 50,000."
"Well, it's not."
Bankotsu pointed to the wall. "Hands on the wall and spread 'em."
Miyoko glared at him evilly and did what he wanted. "Why the hell would I steal from you?"
Bankotsu walked over to her and patted her down. "I'm just checking." Bankotsu swayed her hips and moved his hands upward. He cupped her breast and squeezed. He slid back down and inside her jeans. He cupped her ass, and moved towards her womanhood. "The money's gone Princess." He pushed her flat into the wall. "But I didn't say it was missing."
Miyoko felt his harden member on her backside. Miyoko squirmed around. "No, I said never again."
"Oh come on, you know you want to make Vol 2."
“No, I don’t!” Miyoko screamed.
Bankotsu laughed and pulled out the missing money. "Go buy yourself something pretty."
"You tell me that every time, but how will I do that?" Bankotsu looked at her. "I don't leave this hellhole."
"Could you behave if we went out? Would you try to escape?"
"No." she said pouting.
"Yes, you would; but, that’s fine."
Miyoko's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, come on."
Miyoko finally got to see the hideout from the outside. It was an old, vacant hotel. Before they got into the car they ran into Kyokotsu… Bankotsu hadn't asked why her why Kyokotsu greeted her that way, that was a story for later. Miyoko was fixated on the outside. In about 20 minutes they arrived at a mini-mall. Bankotsu grabbed Miyoko's wrist and pulled her through his door. His grip on her didn't waver. Miyoko pulled her arm, but he held his ground. They walked in and he sat on a bench. "I want you to feel something." He stuck her hand inside of his pants. Miyoko felt something fleshy, but solid at the same time. Miyoko looked at him with a cold face. He smirked. "Just an automatic response to you, baby. But seriously…" he moved her hand over to something else. It was cold and wide. Miyoko realized what he meant. 'Remember last time.'
Miyoko's first impulse was to run anyway, but then she noticed just how many people were present. Children ran past them, Miyoko's face grew pale. What kind of display would that be? Even if she tried, he knows the area; not only that, but he can run faster than she could. "You bastard…"
Bankotsu entwined his fingers in hers. “Relax. It was either this or a choker that would explode when I pushed a button.” Miyoko didn't want to be around him anymore.
Miyoko got up and took a look around; the first thing that caught her eye was a clothing store called The Red Scarf. Miyoko broke free of Bankotsu's grasp, but not his gaze. She tried on various things and modeled in front of the 360 mirror. Bankotsu smiled every time she chose a skirt. Miyoko did her best to ignore him. Many of the salesladies showed her other things. Bankotsu was bored out of his mind. She ended up spending most of her money there. Miyoko held eight bags in her hand. Miyoko's mood changed. "Are you ready?" Miyoko looked at him in disbelief.
"Ready? I just went to one place."
"You have eight bags!"
"From one place." Several people looked at them. "Where are we anyway?"
"Where at a place called the Diamond…"
"Can you understand the language?"
"No."
Miyoko sighed. "You're so stupid. I'm glad I they have those translated signs."
"Yeah, so there's no need for me to be bilingual."
Miyoko rolled her eyes and spotted something else. Bath and Body Works. Miyoko headed there next. Usually she didn't like the clashing of scents, but she was missing her strawberry body wash. She ran out of money buying that and lipgloss. Miyoko pulled Bankotsu diagonally to her next stop. She looked at him pleadingly. "I ran out of money."
"That's too bad."
Miyoko nudged him. "I just want my nails done." She smiled devilishly. "I wore them out, scratching you."
Bankotsu thought back to that night they shared, also to the times they fought. "Then, you'll be ready?"
"I promise."
That promise didn't last long. Miyoko kept seeing something else, or something was on sale. Finally something caught Bankotsu's eye. "Victoria's Secret"
Miyoko bit her lip. "I don't need to shop there."
“It's my money; I'm telling you how to spend it." Miyoko shook her head. "I'm giving you 500 for this stop. You better not buy lotion either.”
“You're forcing me to by lingerie?”
“No, just making a deal. You buy this, or take everything else I bought back.” Miyoko scrunched her face up. He knew she wasn't going to do that. “Hey Princess, my favorite color is purple.” Miyoko flipped him off. Bankotsu leaned on the door frame. Miyoko had a time trying to explain to the lady what she wanted. A couple of times Miyoko modeled what she picked out; a couple of times Bankotsu had to scare away male attention. In about 30 minutes she held an additional 3 bags. Bankotsu's arms were full of things she just HAD to have. While he watched her strut with the three Vicky Secret bags he realized this mall visit wasn't a total waist of his time.
(A/N) I should’ve added sex in this chapter.
Next Chapter- The death of a Shichinintai leads to stricter rules for Miyoko.
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