An Entirely Different Kind of Cheating

A/N: Alright, here’s chapter number seven. I’m having a little bit of trouble coming up with more plot, but that just means that it might take a little while for each chapter. Nothing too bad though.
Alright, I hate to admit it, but I am fashionably-inept. That is to say, I’m completely inept when it comes to fashion (at least party-fashion), so I can’t claim creative rights for absolutely any of the women’s clothing in this fic; I use the website of a popular clothing store. Admitting that makes me feel kinda like a schmuck, but I wanted to make it clear that the designs aren’t my own. Plus I thought it would be kind of funny to add this here.
And, to the best of my knowledge, five-hundred yen is about equivalent to five dollars.
Oh, and I went back and looked over chapter six, and I’d like to apologize for the typos! I usually don’t make spelling mistakes (or I usually catch them later) but I had a couple in there last chapter! I’m not sure if anyone even noticed them, but they bugged me, so I figured they might have bugged some of you.

Responses!!!

Drew: Yes, it was most indeed Sesshoumaru. He’s up to no good. Yeah, I wasn’t so sure about killing off Kouga, but I felt it was okay since I hadn’t made him into that big of a character. And your guess from before was in fact extremely close. Thanks, as always, for the review!

Fallenangel7583: Yah, I was most definitely the victim of plot bunnies. They tied me up and forced evil ideas into my head. Haha! Yeah, Sesshy was doomed to be a bad guy in this fic, unfortunately. But I didn’t think it was that far from the actual series (not that he ever hired anyone to kill Inu), so I’m hoping that I will be forgiven. Hmm, yeah, the thought of Naraku being Kagome’s father is pretty creepy, but…okay, it all stemmed from me seeing this TV show where a person was committing all these crimes unfitting to their normal personality, and it ended up that they had a brain tumor that affected their inhibitions and judgment. I thought it was spiffy, dork that I am. Plus, it was kind of convenient. Ya, the comparison between her dad and Inu is bound to creep up eventually. Once again, thanks so much for the wonderful review!

Hillary: Aahh! You’re very passionate about this! It’s great! Anyway, yeah, dear old dad ended up being pretty disgusting. Well, once again, about the threesome thing…I just don’t think it’ll work with Inuyasha and Kagome, seeing as Inuyasha is so protective of her. I don’t think that either of them sharing is really in the cards. I might be able to fit in something along those lines with another character, so I’ll be on the lookout for an opportunity, or suggestions. Thanks for the review!

Thebigguy69: Yep, that’s the big secret. And yeah, “sick fuck” pretty much sums it up! Thanks for reviewing!

Kieri Chan: Hmm…I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. You see, her father wasn’t killed by the brain tumor. The tumor affected his judgment and led him to trying to rape Kagome. Miroku saved her, but at the cost of Naraku’s (her father’s) life. I’m really sorry if you did actually understand that in the first place, and I’m just uselessly reiterating, but I wanted to make sure! Thanks for the compliments and the review!

Chokoreto: Yes, sadly Kouga is gone. And I liked the idea of Kagome purifying him too. Everyone loves to see a girl kicking ass. Thanks for the review!

Mytik Shadows: Hmm…what indeed? Well…it’s a work in progress. I’m kind of making this up as I go, in a way! Thanks for reviewing!

Bunnie: Aw! I’m sorry, but it had to be done. I tried not to make him into too large of a character, so people wouldn’t get attached, but…what can I say? Nah, you can have virtual pocky anyway. I’ve got more where that came from. Thanks for the review!

And now for something completely different…

This chapter: This chapter will be a bit of a reprieve. Or most of it will, anyway. It’ll be a break after the drama of last chapter and before whatever comes next chapter (though at this point, I’m not sure what that will be). Happy readings!

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Chapter Seven

“I hope you don’t think that things can just go back to the way they were.”

Kagome frowned and looked away from Sango. “You know,” Kagome said softly, “if you would let me explain, maybe just a little, you might be a little more understanding.”

“I don’t want to be understanding, Kagome. I’m sick of coddling your and Miroku’s fears and neuroses. You’re both acting ridiculously. We came here to get away for a week. We came to gamble and get drunk and have the time of our lives. Ever since we got here five days ago, it’s been nothing but drama. You having a scandalous relationship with Daishyo Inuyasha, Miroku freaking out, the whole entire Kouga situation…and I’m just about sick of all of it. I can take a lot of shit, Kagome, but this was supposed to be our vacation, and it turned into our soap opera.

“What the hell happened to having a good time? You know, hanging out, just you, me, and Miroku, and getting into a little trouble? I expected this to be the best vacation of my life, and now we have three days left, and I can honestly say that it’s been pretty awful. We’ve been scared out of our wits when we got caught cheating, we’ve been sucked into the middle of a frigging war between Inuyasha and Kouga, and all of us have gotten physically beaten and threatened. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t consider any of that to be a part of having a good time.”

Kagome sighed and situated herself on top of the dresser, her back leaning against the mirror. She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Sango…I’m sorry that it’s turned out this way, but it’s not like I planned all of this. I’m sorry that I make you so miserable, but-”

“Dammit, Kagome, that’s not what I said! I’m saying that I want to have fun from now on, not that I want to sit and bitch about things being dramatic while being dramatic myself! I’m saying that things need to change and you and Miroku are way too content to sit on your asses and feel sorry for yourselves!

“Well, I’m going out to a club to have a good time, and I’m not telling Miroku about it. If you’d like to come, I’d be happy to have someone to dance with, but I don’t want Miroku or Inuyasha to know about this, and if you’re somehow going to continue being the polar-north of all things dramatic, then there’s really no point in you coming either.” Sango finished her rant and pulled in a deep breath. “So are you coming or not?”

Kagome weighed her options and decided that it would be a very good idea to go with Sango, if only to repair the damage done to their relationship if nothing else. “Absolutely. And I promise to try my best not to attract drama.”

“Good.” Grabbing the hotel-provided pad of paper and pen from the desk, Sango quickly jotted something down.

Kagome hopped timidly off the bureau to see what she was writing, and saw that it was a note to Miroku that stated ambiguously:

“Miro- Kag and I are going out to have some girl-time. Be back whenever. Stop freaking out like I know you are. Love, Sango.”

“Where is he now?” Kagome asked.

“I think he’s pouting at the bar. You know, being Miroku.”

“Ah.”

“Well, don’t just stand there. Get dressed in some club clothes. We’re going to have more fun tonight than we possibly could with the guys dragging us down.”

Kagome grinned and went to the drawer she’d long ago claimed as her own. “So Inuyasha is one of the guys now?”

Sango shrugged. “By association. You know; those who fuck one of the girls one a regular basis are one of the guys.”

Kagome decided not to remark on that one. “So where are we going? How should I dress?”

“I haven’t decided yet, and sexy.”

Kagome raised an eyebrow, “Sexy it is,” and pulled out a red top that looked deceptively innocent. Most of it was red satin, but above the empire waist (which consisted of transparent red lace) the bust was chiffon. “This sexy enough?”

Sango shrugged. “Meh.”

“Meh? Excuse me, but this is a great sexy top.”

“Meh.” Sango pulled out her own top, a simple black thing whose material slung low enough in the front to nearly show her navel, and had no back to speak of but a silver chain connecting the halter to the bottom. “See, Kagome, this is sexy.”

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Meh.”

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By the time Miroku was through wondering whether or not the girls had gotten thoroughly worried about where he was and whether or not he was okay, they were long gone. Miroku nearly went into cardiac arrest when he saw the note. Then again…he wasn’t that surprised. This was Sango’s doing, he knew. If he knew his girlfriend, they were probably getting plastered and partying their brains out by now.

“Dammit,” he swore.

But Miroku was a man of action. He quickly thought over his options, and calculated the chances of finding them according to each plan.

Then, being a man of action, Miroku did the only logical thing to do:

He sat down on the bed, turned on Pay Per View, and waited.

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Sango grinned. This was more like it. They were in Tokyo city, dressed rather spiffily, and dancing like there was no tomorrow. They were attracting some rather tasty men, and Sango was loving every second of it. Granted, Miroku would go berserk if he found out she’d danced with another guy, and Inuyasha would probably do the same, but who the fuck cared? The fact of the matter was that neither of the aforementioned men were in attendance, Sango was writhing all over the place, with some strange guy’s hands on her hips, and Kagome was attracting more stares than a twenty foot tall flamingo tap dancing and graphically reciting lines from the kama sutra in the middle of Time Square.

Sango shook off the guy and slithered over to Kagome. They’d show these guys something to drool about. Their hips rolled to the same rhythm and they danced sinuously together. They would dance low and roll up, or sway back and drag forwards, and it drove the guys crazy.

When they’d had their share of taunting and brushing off guys who came up and tried to steal them away from the other girl, they grabbed each other’s hands and stumbled from the club, laughing uproariously and clinging to each other to keep from falling over.

“Now what?” Kagome asked happily.

“Now, my friend, we go dance more, but this time, we get shit-faced.”

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Inuyasha marched down the hall in which Kagome’s hotel room was located and stopped in front of her door. He’d looked up her room number earlier, but he didn’t smell her scent coming from inside. Maybe she was in the casino, but he hadn’t smelled her there either when he’d been there moments before.

Grimacing, he realized that he did, in fact, smell her cousin, and knocked on the door.

He heard Miroku come running, and the door was flung open.

“Sorry to disappoint you,” Inuyasha said scathingly as a look of utter displeasure crossed Miroku’s face. “Is Kagome here?”

“No,” he answered shortly, and made to close the door in the hanyou’s face. Inuyasha stuck a hand out and the door stayed open.

“When will she be back?”

“I don’t know,” he ground out.

This brought a frown to Inuyasha’s face. “Well where is she?”

With an aggravated sigh, Miroku left the door and retrieved something from inside the room and showed it to him. It was a little slip of paper that said that Sango and Kagome had left and there was no set time of their return. “Great,” he grumbled. “Well…can I wait here for her?”

Miroku clenched his jaw, but shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure. Why not. It’s not like my evening can possibly get any worse anyway.” The man turned to reenter the room, leaving the door open for Inuyasha.

“Oh, poor you,” he said, letting himself in and closing the door. He came in, sat down on the unoccupied bed, and looked to the TV.”

Miroku hurriedly grabbed the remote and switched it to some monster truck show.

Inuyasha hesitated, pondering over his words carefully. “Were you watching Black Beauty?”

“No,” Miroku answered shortly.

Another hesitation. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Inuyasha eyed the human, but he refused to face him. “So what are you doing here, anyway?”

“Kagome and I had to cancel our dinner last night. I was here for a rain-check.”

“Oh,” Miroku said simply.

With a shrug, Inuyasha turned to the TV again. “Got any cards?”

Finally, Miroku turned to give him an evil stare. “Who do you think I am?” he spat, and produced a pack of cards from his pocket. He tossed it to Inuyasha.

Inuyasha caught it effortlessly in one hand and pulled the cards out. “I still can’t believe that Kagome’s cousin is a famous card shark.”

He was ignored.

“So…” He shuffled the cards.

“So what?” Miroku asked, annoyed.

Inuyasha searched around for something to say. “You wanna play Go Fish?”

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Kagome laughed and clinked shot glasses with Sango. They simultaneously downed the shots, and Kagome grimaced at that lovely burning that seeped down her throat.

“Whew!” she yelled, and set the shot back onto the tray.

The shot-girl grinned, winked at the two of them, and sauntered off to do her wonderful, blessed civic duty of providing the masses with whatever the hell was in those shot glasses.

“What the fuck was that?” Sango yelled over the music.

“I dunno, but I think it was worth the five-hundred yen!”

Sango laughed and agreed, then dragged Kagome back onto the dance floor.

There were bubbles pouring from huge tubes in the ceiling, and they popped everywhere and soaked everything. Both the girls were sopping wet, Kagome had already had more alcohol than she could handle, and they were holding onto each other’s waists and shoulders more to keep themselves standing than to look sexy while they danced. However, it served that purpose as well.

Laughing like a maniac, Kagome lifted her hands from Sango’s shoulders and caught some of the bubbles, then smeared them all over Sango’s head.

Sango laughed and flicked her soapy hands at Kagome, sending the suds flying onto her.

A soap-bubble-battle began, and soon, the girls had both slipped and fallen to the floor, laughing in utter hysterics and gasping for air.

This only ended when the shot-lady came around again, and they scrambled to their feet to get another drink.

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Sango was a happy girl. She’d had her party, she’d had her dancing, and she’d sure as hell had her drinking. Even if she’d spilled almost as much alcohol over herself as she’d drunk, what with people slamming into her from all sides on the dance floor. She smelled like the inside of a whisky bottle. It was fabulous.

The people in the lobby gave the two of them evil, guilt-inducing glares as they walked into the casino dripping wet and fall-down drunk. They shambled into an elevator, arms over one another’s shoulders for support, and they laughed as they saw their reflections in the mirrored walls of the elevator.

“Oh my god,” Sango gasped as they made their bleary way down the hall, “Miroku is gonna kill me!”

Kagome burst out laughing. “No, he’ll kill me; he still needs you for sex!”

That was just about the funniest thing Sango had ever heard, and they had to stop while she tilted her head back and howled in laughter.

Kagome was laughing and saying something about condoms taped to beer bottles as Sango recovered, and they were practically crawling by the time they got to the door.

Sango pulled out her room key, amazed with herself that she hadn’t lost it by now, and, after getting the angling wrong about a million times, she finally got the little plastic card into the slot.

They stumbled in and came upon a most befuddling sight.

Inuyasha and Miroku were sitting on a bed playing cards, joking, and actually smiling.

As soon as they noticed the girls, the two of them stood and Miroku switched off the TV.

Kagome burst out laughing, and Sango looked over at her like she was crazy, but quickly caught the hilarity-bug and started giggling herself, as the thoughts came jumbling together in her mind. Kagome’s arm slid off her shoulders, and the girl dropped to her knees, holding her stomach and guffawing for all she was worth.

Absolutely tickled by the sight of Kagome struggling for breath on the floor, Sango dissolved into laughter as well, but leaned against a wall instead of sinking to the floor.

“Christ, Kagome, I didn’t even recognize your scent,” Sango heard Inuyasha say, and a tear of mirth escaped her eye.

“What the hell did you girls do?” Sango wasn’t sure who said that, but damn was it funny…for some reason…she wasn’t sure why…

“Were-” Kagome gasped, still clutching at her sides, “were you guys playing Go Fish?!”

“Better question,” Sango interjected. “Why the fuck were you watching Black Beauty?!”

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Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

By now, he’d gotten Kagome out of that room and into his own. She was sitting in a massive lounge chair in the living area of his suite, trying to be good.

“Kagome, what the hell were you thinking? Going out and getting drunk like that? And why the hell are you sopping wet?”

Kagome didn’t respond, and Inuyasha turned to see why. She was biting down hard on her bottom lip, shaking with effort to keep from laughing. She failed, and burst into a fit of twitching, writhing laughter.

“This is pointless,” Inuyasha sighed, and stalked into the bathroom. He filled the tub with cool water and went back to his now-choking mate. Before she could so much as blink, he’d pulled her to her feet, taken her shirt off her, and was pulling down her skirt and underwear.

Kagome squealed loudly, and Inuyasha pressed his ears flat against his head. “What are you doing?!” she demanded.

He pulled the garments down the rest of the way and took her shoes off her, then picked up her naked form and brought her into the bathroom. “Hopefully, I’m sobering you up at least a little.” He dumped her in the tub.

She shrieked in outrage. “It’s fucking cold!”

“Of course it is. You’re fucking drunk, Kagome, did you expect a sauna-bath?”

She just giggled again, clutching her arms and shivering. “I’m not just drunk. I’m a fucking walking vodka bottle.” More giggling.

Inuyasha sat on the side of the tub to make sure she didn’t drown herself and waited for the cold water to sober her a little.

“Inuyasha,” she whined, “I’m cold. Can I get out now?”

“How do you feel?”

“Sloshy.”

“No.”

“Well, then, will you come in here and warm me up?”

Inuyasha froze. “Eh?”

She held her arms open for him. Tempting. Very tempting.

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“Miroku, when are you going to stop lecturing me and take advantage of my drunken state?”

Miroku buried his face in his hands. “I hadn’t even started lecturing you yet, Sango. I was saying that you look and smell like you went swimming in alcohol.”

“Well…in a way…I did!”

He rubbed his eyes. This was not the evening he’d had in mind. None of the evenings he’d spent in Tokyo had been the one he’d had in mind.

“Miroku…have I ever told you that you’re no fun when you’re tense?”

Sango was obviously shifting into seduction mode, and she crawled over to him and positioned herself straddling his lap. He unthinkingly put his hands on her damp waist.

“I think you’ve told me that at least once an hour for the past five days.”

“That’s because it’s true. Why did you suddenly get all freaky? I seem to remember this really cool guy from not so long ago who was fairly mellow and very fun. Where did he go?” She leaned down to kiss at his neck.

“I’m fun,” Miroku insisted, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. His hands flexed against her hips.

“No, you’re annoying,” she corrected. “Ever since the first night Inuyasha caught you, you’ve been freaky. It’s weird, and, despite what you think, it’s more annoying than anything else.”

“Sango…it’s not that I’ve changed, it’s just that things have come up, and…”

“Miroku…the only time I’ve seen you like this was right after the incident with Naraku. What gives? Why is it that you’d be less fun on our vacation than in normal life? You could always make me laugh before, Miro, and you always knew how to have a good time. Now you’ve become a party-pooper.”

“I’m not a party pooper.”

“You are. You’re a pooper of the party and you know it. The only thing you’ve done since we got here is bitch. Honestly, you haven’t taken me out on the town, or romanced me, or even really paid attention to me once.”

“Yes I have. I’ve just been a little too distracted to do everything I should. And since when do you form coherent sentences when you’re drunk?”

“When I actually have something to say.” Despite her arguments, she leaned down and kissed him, and he responded eagerly, much more willing to take advantage of her than argue with her.

Sango used the leverage of her place on his lap to push his shoulders down onto the bed, and she leaned over him. “Now, will you stop being so annoying?”

“Probably not.”

Sango pulled back and glared at him. “Oh. Sucks for you.” She rolled off him apathetically and started to rise from the bed. “I’m going to go do something boring.”

With a sigh, Miroku grabbed her around the waist and slung her back onto the bed. “Don’t be like that, Sango.” He situated himself over her. “I’m not that annoying.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Miroku! For the past five days, you’ve been a fucking nanny for Kagome more than a boyfriend! It’s getting on my fucking nerves! Why the hell do you think I ditched you here to go dancing without you?! If I thought I could have gotten more attention from you if I’d stayed here, I would have, but I knew that the only thing I would get when you and Kagome were in the same room was drama! I’m sick of it!” She pushed Miroku off of her and tried to stand, but Miroku pulled her onto her back again.

“I’m sorry, Sango,” he muttered, nuzzling her neck. “You’re right. I haven’t exactly been the most charming guy in the world for the past couple days.”

“You were never the most charming guy in the world, Miroku, but at least you were fun a week ago.”

Miroku knew she was right. “I’ll try to be fun again.”

“I mean, it’s like you just developed a totally different personality. You went into protective-father-mode and I put up with it way longer than I should have.”

“I was wrong, and I’m apologizing. I really am sorry, Sango, and tomorrow, I’m going to take you out for your favorite breakfast, and we’ll spend the day lazing around doing whatever you want, okay?”

Sango eyed him carefully, then sighed. “Okay. But you know…I’m totally not going to remember this tomorrow morning.”

Miroku grinned and licked at the skin between her breasts revealed by the dip in her shirt. “Let’s hope not.”

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Inuyasha gripped Kagome’s hands and thrust into her harder.

The foreplay in their shared bath had been great, but they’d moved on to something far better.

He grunted as she screamed.

So close, so very, deliciously close.

Kagome’s nails dug into his knuckles as he pounded into her and groaned her name. Faster, deeper.

They reached a magnificent peak, and they both trembled with the force of it all. After a moment, Inuyasha let go of Kagome’s hands where they were pressed to the bed out to the side of her head, slid his arms under her back, and rolled to the side. Kagome curled against him, her breathing harsh and erratic.

“Inuyasha,” she panted sweetly, “that was-”

She never got the chance to finish, as the door to his room literally shattered into thousands of splinters. Acting purely on instinct, Inuyasha jerked himself over Kagome, protecting her from the projectiles. When the wood had stopped flying, he turned to find none other than his half-brother standing in the doorway.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Sesshoumaru?!” he yelled viciously.

Sesshoumaru wore an expression of omnipotent malignance. “You are truly disgusting, hanyou. Get up and face me.”

Oh fuck, this was not good. Well…there was a good side to all this. At least Sesshoumaru had showed up after they had finished.

“Kagome, I want you to stay here and keep covered, okay?” Inuyasha told her urgently, and she nodded.

Inuyasha slid out of bed and Sesshoumaru waited as he pulled on his pants.

“How despicable,” the youkai hissed, after sniffing delicately. “Did you really have to get your own mate drunk in order to have your way with her?”

Inuyasha growled fiercely. “Don’t talk about things that don’t concern you. What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” Inuyasha reiterated, “interrupting me and bursting into my room like that, you bastard?”

Sesshoumaru began to circle, but Inuyasha didn’t play his game, opting to stay stationary in between him and Kagome.

“You stubborn fool,” Sesshoumaru name-called. “You have been undeservingly lucky. Somehow, you managed to escape with your life when I sent those worthless wolves to kill you. You will not be so fortunate this time.”

Inuyasha’s jaw clenched hard. Now that he thought about it, that explained a hell of a lot.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome called, very sober and very scared by now.

“Just stay there, Kagome,” he instructed, never taking his eyes off his half-brother. “Everything will be fine, just stay there.”

“Yes, miko, don’t worry. Killing your pathetic mate shouldn’t take too long. Won’t you be glad to be rid of him?”

With a snarl, Inuyasha attacked, swinging his claws in a violent flash of light.

Sesshoumaru dodged easily, and struck out with his poison claws, aiming to rip straight through Inuyasha’s throat.

Inuyasha tumbled out of the way and kicked Sesshoumaru in the stomach, but wasn’t quick enough after that to regain his balance before he was being held tightly by his neck, and lifted into the air. Then came the extreme pain, as Sesshoumaru’s hand went plunging straight though his abdomen.

Inuyasha tuned out Kagome’s screams, concentrating only on freeing himself and buying enough time. He punched his brother solidly in the jaw, and stumbled free.

He was about to rush him in retaliation, when Kagome, wrapped in a sheet, flung herself into view and collapsed onto him, covering him with her body.

“Stop!” she wailed, and her arms cinched closed around Inuyasha’s neck.

Inuyasha swore as Sesshoumaru came at them, his poison claws poised to strike. He leapt out of the way, barely in time to save Kagome, and thrust her back onto the bed.

When he turned back to face his enemy, his eyes were flickering crimson.

“You would dare to blatantly assault my mate?” he growled.

Sesshoumaru shrugged. “Her life matters not to me. If killing you means killing her in the process, I will willingly do so.”

Inuyasha tensed massively, shaking with rage as stripes of his youkai flickered across his cheeks. “I’ll never let you touch her,” he promised.

Sesshoumaru smirked. “You are no match for me, hanyou. Give up now, or your bitch dies with you.”

Set into motion by rage, Inuyasha pitched forward at Sesshoumaru, his youkai-half powering him, and the two threw themselves back into their fight.

“Tell me,” what little part of Inuyasha that was still human asked, “why do you want so badly to kill your own half-brother?” He ducked a lethal blow to the head and made to rip off Sesshoumaru’s arm, but failed by a fraction of an inch.

“You really are a fool. Who do you think the hotel goes to after our father is dead if you are not around?” Sesshoumaru’s claws swiping through the air made an audible swishing noise.

“You’re powerful enough in society as it is,” Inuyasha pointed out, bending forwards to dodge, and simultaneously slashing at Sesshoumaru’s midsection with his enlarged claws. “Why do you need my casino?”

“I have power, yes, but you make more money than I do. And I can’t have that.” He delivered a swift blow to Inuyasha’s stomach, but was stopped from doing further damage.

“You jealous brat!” Inuyasha yelled, and finally succeeded in grabbing a hold of Sesshoumaru’s neck. He squeezed hard, claws digging into skin. Sesshoumaru clenched at his arm, poisoning him with his claws, but Inuyasha refused to let go. He grabbed the offending arm and, eyes gleaming red, broke the bones solidly with a flick of his wrist.

Then Sesshoumaru backhanded him across the face, and the world went spinning crazily.

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Kagome gasped in absolute horror. Sesshoumaru was moving blindingly fast, clawing at Inuyasha, beating him.

Soon, Inuyasha was in full demon form, and the fight escalated to all new highs. Her mate seemed to feel no pain as he attacked again and again, not putting nearly as much effort into defending himself as he was in ripping and tearing at Sesshoumaru.

Tears blurred her vision, and Kagome clenched the sheet in her aching fists.

Sesshoumaru pinned Inuyasha against a wall, his forearm against Inuyasha’s neck, and Kagome decided enough was enough.

This had to stop, or both of them would die. The amount of blood already spilt on the floor was nauseating.

Kagome stood, scared out of her mind, and wrapped the sheet more tightly around herself, securing it safely so she could use her hands. Her legs barely supported her as she crept ever closer to where Sesshoumaru was strangling her mate.

Quickly, Kagome placed both her hands flat against Sesshoumaru’s back and channeled as much purifying energy into him as she could.

The youkai gasped, back arching, but she kept her hold. He reached back to slap her away, but Inuyasha grabbed his wrist before he could touch her.

Inuyasha grabbed onto Sesshoumaru’s lapels and threw him to the floor, then beat him mercilessly until he was unconscious, which wasn’t long, due to Kagome’s purification.

The demon Inuyasha turned to Kagome, but she wasn’t afraid this time. She rushed forwards to help him, and together they stumbled to the bed.

As soon as she helped Inuyasha lie down, he was out cold.

Not knowing what exactly to do, Kagome got dressed hurriedly, and went into Inuyasha’s office. Picking up the phone, she called frantically for an ambulance for Inuyasha, but was still faced with the problem of Sesshoumaru who was lying on Inyasha’s floor. She pressed the button on the intercom on Inuyasha’s desk and asked for his secretary.

Soon, a tiny, spherically-shaped man came into the room, eyeing her distrustfully.

“You are Inuyasha’s mate?” he questioned.

She nodded.

“I am Myouga, Inuyasha’s secretary. What can I do for you?”

“Th-there’s been some trouble. I don’t know what to do,” she stuttered. “There was a fight, between Inuyasha and his brother. Now they’re both unconscious, and I called the police and…and I’m not sure-”

Myouga took pity and waddled over to pat her comfortingly on the back. “Well, I’d say that the only option we have left is to call their father and hope he gets here before either of them wake up.”

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A/N: Writing about drunken people is so much fun.

Man, I wanted really badly for Kagome to be the one to take out Sesshoumaru (not that I particularly like the idea of Sesshoumaru being taken out) but I didn’t think it would be fitting for Inuyasha to just kind of sit back and watch his mate beat his brother.
Next chapter:……..Um…no clue. Something will happen…and…uh…Inuyasha and Kagome will most likely be there, and…erm…stuff will happen? Can you tell I’m having a bit of trouble?
Well, thanks for reading, and please review!

~Schrodinger’s Cat