bad boy

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bad boy

by kittie le sabre

Part 2 of 8

“What a hellish day!” Kagome Higurashi muttered with toxic vehemence under her breath as she fished around for the house keys in her Mark Cross bag. The only good thing that happened was that it had finally stopped raining. But that little miracle did little to relieve her of the indignities she’d suffered throughout the day or the fact her clothes were clinging to her with cloying dampness.

Kagome was soaked to the skin, bone tired and furious by the time she made her way home. She was standing at the front door after exiting the car that her driven her home from school. After leaving Inuyasha and Miroku earlier, she had marched back to her locker and fished her cell phone out of her purse to call for a car to pick her up, something she seldom ever did. Usually she hitched a ride with one of her friends, but today was different.

Before she could insert her key into the door, it was flung wide open and the housekeeper, Kaede, was standing there.

“By the Kamis child! Come in here! Yer soaked to the bone!”

Kagome found herself being ushered inside the house as the older woman fussed over her. A hot bath was immediately run for her and while she soaked, Kaede insisted on making her a pot of green tea.

She let the music from her stereo pulse and pound against her, the lyrics of the song niggling at her as she half dozed in the tub.

In their eyes we see the dawn fall to the day
Whispered fears cast light against the
gathered grey
In their minds our time is lost and ever still
They will see where horror lies

Demons come
Through the fire and hell of other planes to claim their own
The years of pain are cast into the grave
Far away I hear their cries and I carry on to
see them dead
To grasp this chance within my hands tonight

Demons come
They crawl into the world
So alone demons come
They crawl into the night

In the cold
Red-black mists of death sigh names
Forgotten to the wind
They all see darkness through the failing light
In my rage I am the storm
I am the lost; I am the one
To see an end to all that could have been*

When the angry girl started awake after the last chords of the tune buried into her psyche and she finally exited the bath, Kagome bundled herself up in her soft terry robe and bunched her damp hair high into a fluffy towel. She made her way to the cozy sitting room that opened up to a small veranda. The sitting room was done in greens and blues with iridescent cushions and a floteki fuzzy blue rug and matching pillows.

Kagome smiled as she recalled how she and Souta had fought to have this room because of the sitting area and veranda. Momma had resolved the situation by pointing out to Souta that the room was not only close to Higurashi-jiji’s room but that the bedroom, bath and closets were considerably smaller due to the veranda and sitting area. Souta was swayed by their mother’s calm logic and more by the threat of grandpa’s loud snoring. Final bonus was that her younger brother was allowed to decorate his room on a video game theme with the stipulation that it did not cause his grades to drop.

Everything had in the end worked out for the best. Grandpa’s room wound up being on the first floor because he complained about the stairs, leaving Kagome and her mother to share the same floor with Souta at the opposite end of the hall.

Kagome felt a tiny rush of happiness as she recalled the gentle gleam in Momma’s eyes that day.

An almost painful warmth filled Kagome as she thought of her mother, and how she was always doing her best to make them all happy even though she was constantly traveling and busy. That was part of the reason why she had to free herself from Inuyasha Taisho! She could not go on betraying her mother’s love and trust.

After drying her hair, she sat down at the emerald table with the sapphire blue chairs, leaning back against an emerald and blue cushion. Kagome attempted to calmly pour a cup of tea for herself but her hand was shaking.

“Get a grip, Kagome no baka,” she hissed sharply, steadying her arm as she poured the tea into a tiny white and blue cup that was delicately painted with sakura blossoms.

By the time she was on her third cup, someone was softly rapping on her door. Kagome glanced over at the clock and was stunned to see that it was after 4pm. Where had the time gone? She needed to get cracking on her homework soon-

Oh no!

It dawned on Kagome that she had left her book bag under the bleachers! Her homework! She hadn’t studied for anything! Dammit! She COULDN’T study for anything! Luckily all of her tests were the following week.

She would have to call Justin, Cheryl and Rin for the rest of her work! No way was she asking that snotty shit Jun for anything. Once an Assassin, always an Assassin was her motto. How he managed to slip into their group was still beyond her. Probably that baka Kuranosuke.

Hmm. Maybe Eri could forward to her the other assignments via email. And she needed to call Sango to get her Calculus assignment-that is if Sango was even at home! They had Calculus at different periods but fortunately the teacher gave the same work to everyone.

The knocking continued, jolting her out of her frenzied and panicked thoughts.

“Who is it?”

“Kagome, I hope that I am not disturbing ye child. It is important that I speak with ye.”

“Kaede, come in.” Kagome didn’t know if she was dreading this moment or not.

The housekeeper entered the room with a determined but serene expression. She took the seat opposite of Kagome and grasped the younger woman by her hand.

“It is time that I tell you everything. It is time that you learn who you are and your destiny.” Kaede released a sigh, the air rushing from her body. “It is time that you learned not just who The Taisho family is but WHAT they are.”

“Inu…Yasha?”

“Yes, Inuyasha.”

Kagome’s eyes grew wider as she silently waited for her appointed caretaker and friend to speak.


*~*~*~~*~*~*
Inuyasha parked his bright red motorcycle in the driveway of Kagome’s house.

“Oi, you young hooligan! You can’t park that thing there!”

Inuyasha dismounted Tetsusaiga, grabbed Kagome’s book bag and turned to face the wrath of a tiny old man dressed in a crisp plain but expensive hakama and haori who was peering at him in outrage from the side walkway of the house.

“Did you hear what I just said, you wicked young punk?!” The old man advanced upon him with confidence in his stance and outrage plastered upon his face.

“Keh! I heard you, old man! So what if I park here?” Inuyasha asked flippantly shrugging his shoulder, turning away and walking up toward the door. He wasn’t remotely interested in the curmudgeon’s answer.

Nope. He was on a mission to put his hot little bitch in her place for good.

“I’ll only warn you once, demon! Get on your bike and leave this place. NOW!”

“Demon?” The young hanyou quipped sarcastically. Hmmm. The old guy had no true holy powers to speak up but his intuition wasn’t half bad.

Inuyasha pressed the doorbell, content to ignore the rambling old man. He fiddled inside his jacket pocket for his pact of cigarettes. Just as the door was opening, the angry old guy charged Inuyasha, knocking him to the ground and causing the book bag to go sailing into the hallway.

Souta, who’d just opened the door, stood there aghast and in shock as his grandfather began slapping sutras on the white haired biker boy lying in the middle of the foyer.

“Get off of me, you old baka!”

“Not until you’re sealed youkai!”

Souta recovered from his shock when he spotted Inuyasha’s racing bike parked in the driveway.

“Awesome bike!” he exclaimed with all the enthusiasm of his fourteen years. “What kind of racer is it?”

The young boy returned his attention back to Inuyasha who was trying to crawl away from his grandfather. His grandfather was holding onto one of the white-haired guy’s legs and yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Yield demon! You are powerless! You are banished!”

“Not on your life you crazy old man!”

“Grandpa! Grandpa, please let him go!” Souta exclaimed his face vividly red in embarrassment. Just then, he spotted his sister’s yellow book bag. “I think he’s here to see Kagome!”

~*~*~*~~*~
Due in part to the heavy rain, the park was almost completely deserted at this time of day except for two occupants. The pair was hidden by plants and trees that were strategically part of the nature trail. They were situated just outside the gardens that were surrounded by a low wall that led to a bridge.

The girl was standing, slightly bent over at the waist with her hands braced against the low brick wall with her legs spread apart. She was biting down on the leather strap of her purse to keep from screaming.

Behind her, a slender young man grasped her hips, with the bunched up material of her skirt clutched in his hands as he stood behind her with his feet placed between her own. Her firm backside was exposed, along with the dewy pink cleft below.

His leather jeans were undone, and the turgid length of his rock-hard erection was teasing the folds of her wet heat over and over again with a maddening calmness that made her arch her back and curse at him. The young man merely offered her a grumbling laugh as he spoke close to her ear, causing shivers to dance through her body. Her slit yielded more viscous honey, splattering the moist head of his cock.

“Ah ah ah…no more until you tell me…” he insistently pressed against the hard kernel of her sex and she moaned and yelped as her teeth bore down on the leather. Her long nails scored the bricks, leaving deep marks.

She released the damaged strap from her mouth, aware that he meant business when one hand released her skirt to reach up under her Lady Enyce T-shirt to tweak her nipple. The hot and bothered female was grateful that she NEVER wore bras.

“Oh, oh you vile bastard, don’t stop NOW…” she groaned as his fingers plucked at the turgid nub and he pressed his rigid shaft just slightly across her clit enough to give her a jolt of pleasure but nowhere near the satisfaction she craved.

“I will stop if you don’t tell me EVERYTHING,” he threatened, moving his hand away from her breast and kissing the side of her neck and nibbling the jointure, as he slightly leaned back away withdrawing his steel velvet hard-on from the outside of her damp folds which was slick with her juice and his pre-cum stickiness.

‘Thank Kami this bitch is about to tell me everything,’ he mused, attuned into her level of arousal and more than aware of the perspiration coating their bodies. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep himself in check before exploding. In his circle, he was legendary and renowned for his control. Among other things.

“C’mon beautiful onna,” he coaxed, sliding just the broad tip of his cock into her, “tell me. Ev-ry-thing.”

And she did.

He rewarded her by adding another inch for every tidbit of information she supplied, and then another inch for how quickly she supplied it, bit by bit, easing into the welcoming furnace of her core until he had garnered EVERYTHING he needed to know from her. His nimble mind stored all of the useful info and details even as he felt his cock nudge against her cervix while she howled out her orgasm.

“Damn,” he muttered aloud as her walls fisted him and it was all he could do to keep from cumming just then. No way he was releasing himself inside of her. She WAS in heat after all.

The young male moved and shifted back, grabbed her hips to steady her as he began to slide out of her, ignoring her mewling protests. He did not disappoint her as he began to slowly slide forward, then back and forth, pushing and pulling almost completely out. He pressed his hips up against the round firm cheeks of her ass, and allowed the sensation of fucking to overtake him, ignoring his conscious as he surged in and out of her until his blood joined hers in the wild ride of lust.

They slammed into one another with violent ferocity until they both were even more coated in sweat, their hair sticking to their skin, their clothes clinging to them as they worked and stoked the heat of the most primitive urgency that blazed through their palpitating loins.

He felt that twitch in his balls and knew if he didn’t do something quick, he would forget to NOT shoot his load up into her fertile cavern. There was no way he was willing to throw everything away for THIS-

There was no way that he WASN’T thinking of SOMEONE ELSE at that moment-

No fucking way-

He abruptly pulled out of her with a slick suctioning sound and she immediately turned around to fall to her knees in the soft grass, yanking him towards her as she lifted up her shirt to expose her large and very full breasts. She seated his throbbing cock between the two massive mounds of flesh, squeezing the softness together as he rocked back and forth, coated with her cum and sweat. Her tongue flicked out to lick his cockhead and he groaned, pushing and tensing as he erupted all over her chest, spraying her torso with his seed.

Later, when he walked her over to her car, he helped her clean up and change clothing, while he did the same, all the time smothering his self-loathing and suppressing his impatience. He pocked and destroyed all the evidence of his perfidy and transgression.

30 mintues later, she slid into the driver’s seat of her Maserati and smiled up at him, caressing his face before letting him close the door.

“The girls were right. You were worth it.” She was nearly purring, running her fingers through her pale blue hair.

He offered her an enigmatic smile. “Not me. It was all you. You are a desirable woman after all.”

“What a charmer. And how clever of you to accommodate me so well in my time of…discomfort,” she added coyly with a small trace of menace. “I’ll be sure to watch out for you in the future. Later, handsome.”

“Good night, Karran,” he murmured, backing away from the car as she drove off.

He crossed the park, briskly walking towards his own vehicle. Digging into his pocket, he located his cell phone and brought it up to his ear. Composing himself, he spoke into the microphone.

“Did you get all of that?”

“Sheesh-you damn right I did! Kami! Did you have to put me through that?”

The man hissed out impatiently, “Look Shippou, you needed to record everything she said-”

“Yeah but it included the part with you fucking her,” Shippou quipped back dryly.

He sighed; his stomach churning in disgust at what he had been reduced to this time. But there had been no other way. In the past it had been fun, a game; now everything was different.

“Listen, I’ve got to go-”

“No way. Don’t do this shit to me man. You got orders!”

“You have everything you need; I don’t have to be there.”

“But you-” Shippou started his tirade.

“But nothing. I have to go. Just see that he gets everything.”

“Miroku!”

He ended the call and put the phone away, turning it off. Inuyasha’s second mounted his Fireblade, his mind racing.

If everything that Karran told him was the truth, (and he was sure it was since he used a binding sutra to make certain that she could not lie to him while she was under his power) then Sango was in grave danger right now. Inuyasha could handle the rest of the mess with Naraku and The Spiders.

For now he needed to save the woman he loved-

Yes, he could admit it to himself that he loved her. Had loved her for a very, very long while now.

From the first moment he’d seen her exiting Kuranosuke’s car in the school parking lot, to their “accidental” meeting in the library, Miroku’s heart had skipped a bit and pulsed with life ever since he’s laid eyes on her. After speaking to her, feeling the force of her personality and the lash of her tongue and hand, he knew that she was the one, with her hidden kind heart and vulnerability and keen intelligence.

Sango was haunted by the past just as he was; by family obligations and duty. Miroku had caught the gist of what had happened to her brother, but not many even knew about Kohaku or that they had even been related. Onigumo had cleaned that mess up for The Spiders and The Mikos but the rival clubs kept every ounce of info that was leaked out.

Miroku had been working on Sango’s trust. He wanted her to come to care enough for him to tell him her troubles. She was a woman who guarded her emotions and he respected her courage. He knew that when or if she gave her heart to a man, it would be entirely and the closest thing to Nirvana.

The second-in-charge wryly noted that it had been he who’d forced her loyalty and honor where her boyfriend was concerned to agree to the secret meetings. Inuyasha had called him out on it after learning about it but had promptly forgotten it. That was due to the fact he’d never quite openly admitted that he cared for Sango to his leader until that day.
The challenge would be in bringing her into his world and taking her away from her man.

Miroku felt no guilt about it. Takeda Kuranosuke was the wrong man.

Yet the fallen priest had to own up that his high regard for Sango was unfailing. She was a virgin after all and he would never insinuate himself upon her. Touching her charms was one thing…sex was another matter.

He’d wanted to be worthy of her when the time came, so he’d stopped sleeping around. Miroku had vowed to “save” himself for her. Every now and then his hand ‘slipped’ and glided across some unsuspecting female’s plush bottom, but he’d kept himself chaste-that is until now.

It had been a last resort.

Karran was a neko youkai and high ranking in The Assassins, a group dangerous in their own right. She had inside info to everything because she had a network of spies who kept her informed at all times. Sesshoumaru was a harsh task master and he wanted no surprises.

Miroku wasn’t willing to jeopardize his friendship with Kagura by sleeping with her for information. But Karran was another matter all together. Plus, she’d wanted him for quite some time, using this opportunity to cash in on all of his past rebuffs. Miroku never willingly consorted with female demons in the sexual sense. Every now and then he might screw a hanyou but he didn’t do that often either. With Karran, he had to tread carefully but the price had taken something from him. He felt sullied but he’d willingly do it again to save the woman he loved.

Miroku started his bike up, using his holy powers to focus on the whereabouts of Sango. He used his senses to track her, pressing his bike to the limits as he hit the switch to use the tank that was filled with nitro fuel for racing.

“I’m coming Sango,” he muttered against the savage bite of the wind.

~*~*~*~*~

Sango was drifting in and out of consciousness. The last thing she recalled was being on the expressway and a white truck. She struggled to think, to remember what happened but all she could do was groan in pain and succumb to the darkness that overwhelmed her.

Her last thought before falling into the abyss of shadows was the light and her salvation.

A name.

Miroku.

*song by bella morte from “Demons” off the Death Rock LP


Picks of the Week (on Media Miner)

“A House Divided” by the Maven

“Demon Choices” by nightstar
“Sleeping With the Mob” & “The Ad” by Luna Chick

A/N: Thanks to everyone who have been reading and reviewing this story-which I am currently editing atsentsent for mistakes and so forth-this chapter may even be overhauled again-Gomen for the longgggg update but hey! I got promoted and have been working my ass off! No time for writing or anything! Just reading other folks stuff on the way home after work! Ha! Ha!

Thanks to my emailers: Andris7 & saphirejade8 & strawberry22_17 & tabatha_72!

Thanks for all my reveiwers and readers! Please r&r this chapter-yeah I know another cliffy but I will be updating this week again-hope you liked the Miroku lemon! Plus it brings angst to the situation b/c Sango must find out right?