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Strictly Taboo	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I own the characters from the series. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Original Posting: February 17, 2014 to July 11, 2014
AUTHOR’S NOTE: There are a few things you need to know before you read this. 1) Myoga is person-sized in this. Also, I don’t know how the business world works and that is painfully obvious. 2) This story is a festival of clichés. It is not a songfic, I just got bored and added some songs I thought went with each chapter as I was rereading what I wrote. 3) As soon as I started writing it, I wanted to finish it. By that, I mean I got so bored with it straight away that I couldn’t flippin’ wait for it to be over with. I could have just abandoned it, but I finish what I start. Abandoning a story is a mortal sin as far as I’m concerned (talking to you, Shrine Prostitute and Movie House Hanyou. SERIOUSLY?! ENDING ON A CLIFF HANGER AND THEN DISCONTINUING?! WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!). So I just rushed through it as fast as I could, no character development or editing or real thinking or anything. But I’ve noticed those three normally essential components to any written work are not required when writing fan fiction, as long as you make up for it with butt sex or something. 4) There are so many sex scenes here that I got bored with sex scenes. 5) I do not hate Kikyo, but she was the only one I could think of to play the part. I could have created an OC, but no one gives a shit about OC’s. I know I hate them. 6) This story makes me want to apologize to my family about a thousand times just because I actually fucking created this plot, which is really just a cross between Belinda and Lolita and some other stuff. 7) I will not demand reviews. Ever. That’s incredibly fuckin’ lame. 8) Feel free to “flame” me. I personally don’t feel offended when someone is not happy with my work. If some 12-year-old kid thinks naked people are gross and kissing is yucky and I’m a gross yucky bitch whore cunt dyke for writing this, then whatevs. It’s the internet, you can do what you want. 9) It’s pretty perverted and badly written, so if numbers 1-8 did not convince you, pleasepleaseplease listen to me now and don’t read it. I’m only posting this because it could hit the spot for some, but this definitely will not appeal to most people and you probably shouldn’t read any further than this incredibly long note which you have all just skipped over. Well, I warned you.

Inuyasha Taisho sat at his large wooden desk, thumbing through the random files fanned out on its surface, attempting to kill time before his next meeting. He toyed with the idea of stalking through the lower floors, terrorizing the employees with his mere presence. He decided against it, not having enough time to intimidate the poor men and women who worked for him to his satisfaction. The half-demon went back to his files, seeing the words without reading them, when the phone rang and he jumped. Usually all calls went to his secretary, as he did not hand out his personal office number to anyone. That narrowed it down to about three people, and at this time of day it could be only one. He sighed and picked up the phone on the third ring, suppressing a roll of his eyes.

“What now, Jaken?”

There was the sound of heavy mouth breathing and then, “How did you know it was me, half-breed?”

“You’re one of three people who have this number and the other two know not to bother me. Plus you call every other week at the same fucking time, you idiot. Just get the rant over with.”

“Hmmph. I just thought you should know that Tenseiga Corp. is now the third most profitable weapons manufacturer in the world. A half-demon like you could never understand the dedication and care a great demon like Lord Sesshomaru possesses to—“

“Yeah, uh-huh, that’s wonderful. Riddle me this, toad midget, if Tenseiga is so great, why does my oh-so-amazing half-brother keep trying to take control of Tetsusaiga International?”

“You—you do not understand the complex workings of Lord Sesshomaru’s mind! As the eldest son, the only legitimate son, Tetsusaiga was his by rights and he is generously allowing you to expand it until he feels like taking his rightful place as head of both companies—“

“And ruler of the world, yeah, yeah, I got you. Same time next week, alright?”

Inuyasha hung up on Jaken’s shrieks, smirking at the phone. He looked at his desk clock and sighed. He still had another half-hour to kill before his meeting, the purpose of which he forgot to verify with his secretary, Myoga. It was hardly a rare occurrence.

He heard the familiar sputtering of his perpetually nervous secretary and suddenly the door to his office opened and was quickly shut, locking the little man out. His anger at being interrupted from doing nothing quickly faded into shock when he saw the woman standing in his office, leaning her palm against the door.

Kikyo.

Kikyo Higurashi. She was the only woman he had ever loved in all his long, long life. He had proposed to her early on in their courtship, despite her family’s objections, and they had even gone so far as to set a date before she decided to break his heart. She had left him on New Year’s Day nearly two decades ago and he had lived his life alone ever since.

They stared at each other, neither of them speaking, just studying. Kikyo was forty now, he did the math in his head as he took in her appearance. She looked like a youthful thirty, her skin smooth and her hair still long and lush. She was still beautiful and somehow that upset him.

“You don’t look a day over twenty, Inuyasha. Exactly the same. Somehow, I thought…” she trailed off and turned her eyes to the floor. He could feel her sorrow radiating from her.

“What do you want, Kikyo?” His words came out rougher than he intended and he flinched.

“Not much, maybe just the ability to stop time.” She gave him a small smile which he did not return. Sighing, she got down to business.

“The meeting you’re about to attend is with a representative from my company. I know you’re going to turn down his offer of acquiring Shikon, so I came to make you a different one. Marry me, Inuyasha.” Her serious eyes bored into him, through him, confusing him.

“If you’re just going to talk nonsense then you can get the fuck out,” he hissed, remembering old wounds.

“I’m not talking about love, Inuyasha, although I never did manage to get over you completely,” she confessed in a quiet, steady voice. “I’m talking about something more important. My business, Shikon Medical Equipment, is failing. I believe someone is sabotaging it, stealing our contracts and leaking our designs. I don’t have much time left and I have a young daughter. You are the only one I trust anymore, Inuyasha, and Tetsusaiga is too big to fail.”

“Kikyo… What do you mean that—that you don’t have much time left?” His anger had faded steadily through her speech and all he wanted now was to heal the pain he glimpsed in her large, beautifully-shaped gray eyes.

“I have breast cancer. I’ve been told it is inoperable. I was given fourteen months to live a little over half a year ago. I need you to save my business and take care of my daughter when I’m gone. Please, Inuyasha,” she begged, “I have no one else.”

“What about Onigumo?” he asked, somewhat sullenly. Kikyo had left him for some guy named Onigumo, telling him some bullshit story about her loving him but not being willing to spend her life with anyone of demonic descent. Most priestesses were like that, prejudiced against his kind, but he had thought her to be different.

“I was getting to that,” she sighed yet again and sat down at the large leather chair in front of his desk, somehow sinking into it silently when with anyone else it made the most outrageous, embarrassing noises. “Shortly after I left you for him, he started to keep company with a bad crowd, all demons. They somehow turned him into a half-demon; he never told me why or the process involved. We fought and he became violent, and I left him. I am now committed to a man, Suikotsu, and we were going to marry but his brothers objected. Suikotsu is gentle and sweet, but he is weak when it concerns his brothers and they are a terrible bunch. I don’t want Kagome mixed up in all that. Sorry for getting off-track, but I want you to understand what my life is like now.”

He nodded. “And who is Kagome again?”

“My daughter. She’s still so young and I don’t want her to suffer with any of this knowledge of the failing business or my impending death. I want our remaining time together to be natural, not sad and forced.”

He wanted to take her hand and murmur soothing things, something, anything. Instead he stared at the messy surface of his desk, silent, feeling her eyes on him.

“Have you arrived at an answer yet or would you like some time to think it over? I know this is a great lot to ask, but please be aware I would not request this of you if I did not believe it to be the best way,” she said in a gravely urgent voice.

Kikyo. The only woman he could neither comprehend nor forget. Although he did not feel the way he once did, he would always be fond of her. She held a special place in his heart above all others, nearly equaling his mother in terms of his affection. He didn’t even need to think about it, he simply answered, “Yes. I will do this for you, Kikyo.”

“Oh, Inuyasha,” she said softly, eyes glittering. “Thank you, truly. You do not know how good you are.”

“It’s okay, Kikyo,” he muttered, wishing he had more profound and meaningful words.

She stood, graceful as always, and said, “I don’t need to tell you not to let anyone, even my company’s representative, know about what we discussed today, do I, Inuyasha?”

“Of course not, Kikyo. Let me walk you out.”

She gave him a small smile and he took her arm, leading her toward the door where his secretary was still yelling and hammering.
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