Devotion that Withstands Time

*French*

mon amie- my (female) friend
mon pere- my father
Monsieur- sir/mister

Note- This story takes place in Japan, the characters are speaking Japanese, this story translates it into English, I guess. This means I have NO reason whatsoever to put Japanese words in this story. No broken English/Japanese for us thanks. The characters that are speaking French words, are speaking broken Japanese/French, which is translated to English (with French words) to the words you read in the story. Ok, fuck this explaining, I'm going to assume you get the point...

Note 2- This story is AU, in which that Kagome never goes through the well when she's fifteen. Plus, a different ending occuring between Inuyasha and Kikyo. In present day, demons and humans live among each other more or less peacefully.

Note 3- Canon characters will be whored in usage like a pair of your favorite old jean shorts on a hot day. OC's will be used when there's no canon to fit that certain place.


Part Deu- The Odd Couples

Tokyo, Japan 11 Months Later


It was beautiful how the crisp snow clung to the grass as people bustled about in their daily activities of that Monday morning. Cars drove pass, slowing down at the red light at the corner, and a small crowd of citizens crossed the street. A stressed looking teenager, dressed in his school uniform, obviously a little late for school since it was close to 11:30 am, rushes by, accidentally bumping into a woman walking casually down the sidewalk. The teen quickly apologizes and speeds pass the woman to his destination.

When the bell of the door chimes, you’re brought out of your short daydream and back into the small bistro. You took in the Western food smells of bacon and pancakes, the aroma of fresh coffee beans, and back to the original Japanese smells of the restaurant: several steaming teas, rice and okonomiyaki; one of the house specials.

“Hey! Ms. Waiter!” A customer calls out to get your attention. You quickly apologize to for the inconvenience and take the hungry man’s order, and head back to the kitchen.

You come back passing by a quietly bickering elderly couple, who usually came by during the later part of lunch. You pause, bending forwards to wipe over a table while eyeing the couple out the side of your eye, they were arguing about something the old man said and not tying his shoes…

“Tell me you’re not that poor that you have to work during lunch?” A joking, voice that had a French accent said behind you. You smile and turn to see one of your long time friends since middle school, Mandi Spire standing behind you.

Mandi was a voluptuous, caramel-skinned French woman with a voracious, quirky attitude from France. In middle school, Mandi had transferred into an ‘all girl’s’ school you and your sister had just happened to be enrolled in. After several months and bruises later you two had finally hit it off and were friends ever since. Nowadays, you kept in touch through email, instant messenger and the rare long distance phone call because Mandi had returned to her home town.

You smile wryly at the woman. “Well, it’s so hard nowadays… But, no I don’t work through lunch. It’s not even my lunch break yet.”

“Then your husband isn’t working hard enough so you won’t have to work. That’s a shame.” Mandi says with a look of concern on her face.

“You know that’s not it.” You reply frowning at the other woman. “Don’t mock my husband, just because whoever you’re with is someone who makes plenty of money doesn’t mean that everyone else is less fortunate. Maybe some of us just don’t feel like sitting at home doing nothing all day…”

“…Right, I was just joking anyway, mon amie.” Mandi says defensibly.

The both of you stare each other down momentarily… You smirk and turn back to wiping off the table.

“My break is in, like twenty minutes.” You mutter, glancing at the clock. “You can sit and wait, or something until then; my boss doesn’t like me skipping out even if it’s only a few minutes.”

Mandi takes a seat in the booth beside the window, closest to the door. “Alright, Ms. Waiter, can I have a coffee and a croissant?” She blushes when her stomach growls, “and maybe a house special, some American pancakes, and bacon. I and Ryo came back from airport late last night and went straight to bed, too tired to eat.”

You roll your eyes and write the order down on your pad and take it to the kitchen. On your way back, you give a hungry customer his plate of food, and bring your French friend her croissant and coffee.

“Ryo?” You question grabbing a broom from where it leaned against the wall. “Who’s he?”

“My new fiancé and love of my life, I took him home to meet mon pere this weekend.” She answers smiling gleefully.

“Oh? What happened to Maito?”

“He bored me to death.” She takes a vicious bite out of her croissant.

“Yeah? The last time we talked he was Mr. Love of my Life.” You comment, remembering their last email to each other 3 months ago, and Mandi’s declaration of love to Maito.

“Now he’s Mr. Boring.” Mandi says simply and takes a sip from her coffee, and scrunching her nose in disgust at the taste.

“Really? So he must be related to Jean Claude, Lee, Touya, Ben, Michel, Kuronosuke, Akira-“ Mandi cuts you off.

“Ok! But it’s true, they all bored me. It’s just so hard to stick with one boring man when there are so many sexy ones strutting about… But with Ryo…” She trails dreamily.

“I see, he’s “the one”, right?”

Mandi pauses in thought. “You could call him that.”

“Just like Jean Claude, Lee, Touya, Ben-“ You stop and laugh when Mandi kicks you.

“No, Ryo’s different. What about you? You must be bored to tears with that Inuyasha fellow. How long has it been? Two years?” She asks looking sympathetically at you.

“No, one year, and eight months and I’m not bored at all, thank you.” You reply smiling to yourself as you sweep.

“He must be doing something right. He cooks?”

“Instant ramen to microwavable pizza” You answer snickering.

“We know it’s not the money.” She receives a glare from you. “He cleans? What does he do?”

“He doesn’t have to do anything for me to stay with him. I’ll love him no matter what he does.”

Mandi eyes her friend thoughtfully. “Oh, I get it; he’s good in bed, isn’t he?”

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise, and you blush faintly. You turn and sweep in a different direction. “How do you figure?”

“When a person isn’t good at anything in particular, they still have other hidden or not qualities that don’t make them useless,” Mandi grins toothily, showing off her fangs. “And I think I hit the nail on the head. Does he have a brother?”

You turn to your friend in disbelief. “What about Ryo?! The love of your life, your fiancé?”

“I haven’t forgotten about him, I’m just testing my boundaries if it doesn’t work out… I’m kidding! But, I do want to know if he has a brother.”

You eye your friend cautiously. “Yes, he does. But, I don’t know him very well; I only met him once or twice. Inuyasha didn’t even want to invite him to the wedding.”

“But would you know if he’s married or have any kids? Is he handsome? Sexy?” She asks eagerly.

“No, I don’t know if he’s married, but the last time I saw him, a little girl was with him, she looked nothing like him though. And… I’m not going to bother answering that last question.”

“You better not.” A familiar voice growled, walking up behind you, and wraps an arm around your neck loosely from behind to pull you back against him. “Stop talking about that bastard.”

“Excuse me, monsieur Inuyasha, but she can talk about anyone she wants.” Mandi says, making her presence known to the half demon.

He frowns at her. “Not when it’s about that asshole… Who the hell are you anyway?”

Before Mandi could introduce herself, you sigh loudly and elbow the half demon in the stomach, receiving a grunt and glare from him. “Stop being so rude, Inuyasha. This is my friend, Mandi, you met her already, silly.”

He pauses, glancing upwards in thought with an irritated expression, before glaring back at the French woman. “Yeah, I remember you; you’re the idiot that tossed divorce papers, some condoms, whip cream and some book in a box for a wedding present.”

Mandi laughs. “That was supposed to be a joke. I put the real present right beside it.”

“Well, we never got your real present, but it’s the thought that counts, right?” You say, as a bead a sweat rolls down the side of your cheek.

“Yeah, the thought of divorce and warm, whip cream.” He mutters under his breath.

You roll your eyes. “But anyways,” You turn to partly face him. “Why are you here? I didn’t know your break lasted so long.”

“Got the rest of the day off, so I came around here for lunch. But,” He glances at Mandi irritably. “I could find something else to do.”

“No, why don’t you have lunch with us?” You question.

Mandi stands up abruptly. “No, I have to go back anyway; Ryo’s probably woken and looking for me by now.” She looks at her watch, walking towards the counter, where another waiter was just coming with her large tray of food.

“Are you sure? It’ll probably be fun.” You say, inwardly concerned about your friend’s decline, while cheering happily about spending your lunch break with your hubby, and glad neither would have the chance to stab each other over lunch.

“Very.” Mandi replies, ordering the waiter to make the food to go.

You look at your friend concerned about her terse reply, while being pulled to the back door of the bistro by your impatient husband. “Hey, I’ll see you later alright?” You call out quickly taking off your work apron that donned a smiling bumblebee print over it and leaving it hanging over a chair inside.

“Salut!” Mandi calls after you as you’re dragged out the restaurant.

Once at the car, you whack him upside the back of his head in annoyance pulling away from him, and rubbing your abused arm.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” You ask, closing the door on your side of the car, as he closes his.

He stays quiet, staring ahead of him at the brick wall they were parked in front of in contemplation. “Inuyasha?”

He turns to you with an unreadable expression, and reaches behind you pulling you forward. Before you could question him again, he gently presses his lips over yours, massaging your mouth against his soothingly. He pushes into your mouth for entrance and the kiss doesn’t take long to turn from gentle to passionate.

He pulls you forward by the waist into his lap, and you instantly adjust yourself to straddling him, tightly pressed against him and the rim of the steering wheel behind you. As if sensing your discomfort, he pulls a hook beside his seat backwards, and rears the car seat back and smirks at your surprised expression.

He captures your mouth once again, and gropes your breasts through the thin, yellow fabric of your shirt. You moan in his mouth, being swindled to another place entirely by your husband’s tongue and lips. Feeling something pressed against you from below, you moan and rock your hips, moving against his erection. He groans moving with you, having found his way under your shirt and unclasped your bra to massage your breasts.

He breaks the kiss, letting you gasp for much needed air as he attacks your neck with his teeth. You gasp as his mouth roves over your neck, kissing and biting and finds a sensitive area of your skin and suck on it. Moaning, you rock your hips against him harder, gripping his shoulders.

Grunting, he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, and pulls himself out. And after smacking your hands away, he does the same with yours, forces your pants over your thighs as far as they’ll go, and does the same with your panties. Before you could protest, he lifts you up by your hips and impales you on his swollen appendage. You moan out his name loudly, and bounce on him, neither of you noticing when your arm hits a lever beside you pushing it from park to reverse. He holds your hips tightly, and makes you rock harder on him, grabbing and squeezing your backside.

“Inuyasha… Ahh..!” You moan.

When you hear a couple tap coming from the window, you hazily glance to that direction to see the smiling face of Mandi, through the foggy window. Barely aware of the other woman speaking something inappropriate in French, you yelp loudly and jump, accidentally hitting the car horn. Inuyasha smirking, not sensing your alarm, pulls you back down forcibly on him

“Inuyasha!” You calls out in more pleasure than alarm. You barely notice when the car pulls off from its place driving in reverse by itself, as he lifts you up by your bottom, to his tip and slams you down on him harshly.

Just as the car reaches the exit of the lot another car drives in, and becomes a stopping cushion for your own. From the impact, you’re almost thrown backwards, but you’re yanked down forcefully by your oblivious husband. “Inuyasha!” You yell as you release, just before he does groaning.

Behind their car, a young Japanese man, with black cat ears of a panther demon, jumps out of his car cursing loudly and walks up to the back of your car and kicks it, cursing again when he hurts his foot… Just as you lean down to kiss him there are abrupt, irritated knocks at the window. You turn around partly, and roll down the window slightly to meet the face of an enraged panther demon.

“…May I help you?” You ask meekly.

“May I help you?!” He repeats as if it was the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. “May I help you?! Do you not see what you did to my car, bitch?!”

Inuyasha growls, “Who the hell do you think you’re calling a bitch, asshole?” He sits up to glare at the man.

“The bitch who rammed the end of her shitty ass car into mine, that’s who!” The panther man yells.

Inuyasha shifts growling, sitting you back in your seat, stashing himself away back in his pants, zipping up, and getting out of his car. He cracks his knuckles to punch the panther man, but stops when Mandi runs up between them, to the panther man and smacks the panther man across the face none too gently.

“Ryo! Don’t ever call my friend a bitch! How dare you!” Mandi yells pissed off at panther man.

“But what about my car?! It’s new! You know I just bought it last week!” He yells back looking just as pissed off, gesturing to his poor, injured new car.

“Who cares about your car?! Buy yourself a new one!” Mandi shouts, her French accent becoming more vibrant as she got angrier.

“Buy myself a new one?! Bitch, do you know-!” The panther man yells, but is cut off by Mandi slapping him in the mouth.

Inuyasha watches in awe as the smaller, incensed French woman slapped and smacked up the taller panther man that seemed to tower over her before. After having fixed up your clothes decently enough, you slide out of the car, getting out just in time to see Mandi bestowing one last punch onto the bruised panther man. You wince at the loud crack from the blow and glance at Inuyasha’s tense form. Mandi then turns in their direction, and glares at Inuyasha with a wicked glint in her eye.

“What? You want some too, dog boy?” She growls, baring her vampire teeth.

His only reply was a grunt and he moved stiffly behind you for protection against the heated French woman. You shrug, not exactly understanding Inuyasha’s behavior, and not totally seeing the depraved glint in Mandi’s eyes.

“So this is Ryo?” You ask looking down at the bruised heap of injured male pride, dubbed as Ryo, Mandi had just given a smack down to.

“Yes. This is him.” Mandi replies smiling, and kicks her fiancé. “Say hi Ryo.” The heap of injured male pride grunts and Mandi glares at him, before kicking him again. “Introduce yourself.” You wave at the heap, smiling politely and behind you, Inuyasha shudders.

Ryo, before the next kick, jumps to his feet glaring at you and Inuyasha. “Hi, I’m Ryoichi Yamamoto, I’m a lawyer, and I’m going to sue you until you don’t have enough money to buy from the dollar store. Nice to meet you.”

“Ryo!” Mandi yells and whacks him again.

“It’s not our fault, if you weren’t in the way, you wouldn’t have gotten hit!” Inuyasha points out.

“You two were fuckin’ in your damn car, like dogs in heat and you’re saying that it’s my fault that you crashed into me?!”

“Yeah! You shouldn’t have been in the way!”

“Ryo, can’t you see they’re in love?!” Mandi exclaims whacking him over the head again.

“Love my ass! If they can’t keep it in private, I think they’re more exhibitionists than lovers! Tell me, dog, do you mount her on your lawn? Or do you prefer other people’s lawns, with other bitches with real fleas?” Ryo says nastily.

“Why you bastard-“ Inuyasha growls starting to advance on Ryo, but you quickly hold him back, almost ready to beat the fur off the other demon yourself.

“Inuyasha, calm down! Uhm, we were kinda in the wrong, too!” You say trying to console the situation a little, flushed red as a tomato from embarrassment. Plus, you forgot to put your coat on, and it was still snowing. You didn’t think it was that big of deal to stand out in the cold and argue about. “We both have dents in our cars,” You inwardly snickering to see the lawyer’s dent was bigger than yours. “So, um, why don’t we discuss this later? Over dinner or something? Our treat.”

“Our treat?” Inuyasha asks and grunts when you elbow him in the gut.

“Yes! Dinner would be great!” Mandi cheers, socking her husband in the arm before he could protest.

You smile. “Alright, tonight? What time…?”

“Whatever time is good for you, mon amie.”

“7:30, then?”

“7:30 is just too sexy for me, 7:00.” The French vampire says smiling.

“7:00 is on then. Come around our place then.”

The French woman picks up her bag of food, she’d left on the snowy ground when she came to discipline her fiancé. “Come Ryo.” She walks to the passenger side of the dented vehicle and gets in. “Au revoir!” Mandi cries, as her grumbling fiancé speeds off.

You and Inuyasha glance at each other momentarily, before you crawl back into the passenger of the car, and Inuyasha inspects the dent, cursing under his breath, before he gets in after you. Taking the car out of reverse to drive, he pulls out of the parking lot, and drives down the partially wet, partially salty street. They sit in silence, each in their own different thought. You frown to yourself, what the hell would you cook? Ryo’s a lawyer, if you accidentally cooked something he was allergic to and he got sick he could sue you, or get you thrown in jail or something…

“What the hell was that?” Inuyasha grunts, with irritation in his voice.

You look at him curiously. “An accident?”

“No- yeah, it was an accident! But why the hell did you invite them to dinner?” He asks.

“To discuss the accident, and paying to get things fixed, weren’t you listening?”

“We don’t need to discuss the accident!” He snaps, glancing at you, but keeping his eyes on the road. “It would have been discussed and over, if I would have been able to put my fist in his face!”

“Inuyasha, he’s a lawyer! A well-known lawyer, I think I heard of him on TV once! If anything, your fists can’t solve this, this time!” You say becoming annoyed.

“The hell my fists can’t solve this! I could have snapped him like a twig!”

“My point exactly! And then he would have sued! Besides, me and Mandi are friends, best friends! If you and Ryo got into some kind of feud, we would see even less of each other than we are now, just to keep emailing each other, until we forget we even known each other altogether!” You snap back.

“….If you wanted to have lunch with her, I told you I could have found something else to do.” He grunts.

“It’s not about that.” You say looking at him annoyed. “Things just got off on the wrong foot-“ He scoffs. “I just want you and Ryo to not hate each other… Thinking over it, knowing Mandi, she’d probably force Ryo to come wherever she wants, our place or Cancun.”

“Yeah, the crazy bitch.” He mutters.

“Don’t call her that!”

“But she is, didn’t you see the way she beat that guy up into a pulp, or how she smiled just after?” He shudders.

“She’s always been that way, ever since I met her.” You say casually.

“She’s had a couple of screws loose that long?” He asks uneasily.

“Yeah, I mean no-“ He sniggers. “I don’t know, but she doesn’t have any screws loose. She’s just special, I guess.” You smile. “That and she don’t take impoliteness from anyone; she forces respect out of them. She’s been that way since middle school and she always got what she wanted, nice clothes, money… People… She may be a bit spoilt.” You state.

He turns his gaze back to the road. “He must be pretty ‘special’, too, if he purposely stays with a chick that beats the shit out of him.”

“Maybe, and maybe it’s love.” You comment.

“Maybe it’s their kink.” He smirks.

“Ooh, it’s not abuse, we like it rough!”

“Says all the domestically abused house wives of today’s society.” He notes sniggering.

“Hit me harder, baby! I love the pain!” You say in a mock sultry tone. “Though... Some people probably do like pain… Some people are masochists.”

“Typically, people that are abused that way defend it, too,” He reaches down and slaps your thigh, smirking as he rubs to the crotch of your pants. “You’re getting horny right now, aren’t you, ya masochist?”

“Shut up!” You flush and smack his hand away. “Keep your eyes on the road, and your hands on the steering wheel! That’s how we ended up bumping into Ryo in the first place.”

“You know you like-“ You cut him off.

“Anyhow! You’d know about abused housewives firsthand, wouldn’t you? How is your job going anyways, Officer of Domestic Violence?”

“It’s good.” He says smirking, moving his hand back to grab you, keeping his eyes on road.

“Good?” You ask mildly surprised, as you smack his hand away. “Stop it, and why are you finally enjoying your job? I thought you said it was like a daytime drama with the occasional frying pan thrown at your head.”

“Yeah, good, and sorry for being happy for once, maybe I like the occasional frying pan thrown at my skull.” He says dryly. “You asked, so I thought you’d be happy I’m happy, right?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” You say grabbing his hand and stroking his palm with your fingers. “Though, if you’re really enjoying those frying pans, I could knock you around with one at home, or pin you up to the wall and see if I miss.”

He grunts. “Oh joy. Now I can be beat up with cast iron skillets at home and at work.”

“You bet. Now, not that I’m trying to interfere with your happiness or anything, but is there a reason your job has made you so elated?” You ask lifting his hand to your mouth and pressing your lips against his palm.

“…Nothing much” He mutters, glancing at her as she kisses his palm.

“Did you get to use your gun?” You ask quietly, kissing up his thumb, before moving to his index finger.

“No…”

You kiss up the side of his middle finger, before taking the tip into your mouth, sucking gently. “Tell me.”

He gulps softly, watching you suck his finger, while still trying to keep his eyes on the road. “I, uh, got a promotion…”

“Really?!” You ask, her eyes widening happily. “That’s great! What did they promote you to?”

He watches as you move his fingers away from your mouth with slight disappointment. “Uh, janitor”

“Janitor? You’re kidding…”

“Yeah, they promoted me to DDU.” He says smirking, and brings his hand back to the steering wheel.

“What’s DDU?”

“Demon Defense Unit, I get to fuck up and detain badass demon.” He answers smirking, steering the car into a turn. “And I get a special gun and get to use it, too.”

“That’s hot, not only do you get to fuck up badass demon, but get a gun and get to use it, too.” You pause, grinning. “That’s kinda like getting cake and getting to eat it, too!”

“Yeah, and a bigger check.”

“Yeah, do they let you bring your special gun home? I wanna see it.”

“They do… But you can see my special gun anytime.” He says, looking at you and raising a brow suggestively.

You stare at him momentarily, “Oh? Can I see it now?” You ask silkily, reaching down, unzipping his pants, and delving your hand inside.

You almost cackle when the car veers partly into a different lane with a pained screech of tires against asphalt. “Can’t you see I’m trying to drive?! Don’t do that!” He yells, steering the car back in the right lane.

“But you said that I could see it anytime, and I want to see it now!” You pout. “Besides, I thought you were being serious.”

“I was. But keep your hands outa my pants while I’m driving!”


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Woohoo! Yeah… OCs... Mandi is not my character; she is my friend’s, Ebv, also known as Mandi, or whatever she wants to be called at the moment. She helped me with the car sex scene, though she wanted Ryo to be a policemen, I think you know where that goes. So, I just wanted to spare them the time and trouble. Also, Ryo is my character, yeah…

Ok, I don’t plan to write any MarySues, at all and Mandi is not going to be one, if I notice that she’s ever becoming one, she’s out. What she does, beating up Ryo it is for pure comedy, or maybe she is just bipolar… Or schizophrenic… Poor Inu…