To Fight for the Heart

*I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters (I just use them in my stories). are are and will always be the property of Rumiko Takahashi.

*Note to readers: This is a very dark story, as you will see in the obvious language. It will only get worst later in later chapters. You all have been warned. If anyone is wondering, most of the characters keep their own traits and personalities. Another note is that in this story, Naraku acts like a cold, hearted bastard but there is a reason for it, as you will see later. Also, unlike the other stories on this site, THIS STORY IS NOT CRAZY WITH THE LEMONS. IT WILL STILL HAVE lemons, but only much later on. And no way, what-so-ever, do I ever encourage prostitution. It is a dirty profession and there are much nicer things people can do for money then to sell their bodies.

'xxx' : A character’s thoughts

“xxx”: Someone speaking

Enjoy ;)


To Fight for the Heart

BlackDragonKing

*Thoughts*


'Damn it’s cold', Kagome thought to herself. She signed to herself. “It seems to be one of those days.”




Kagome was leaning against an old light post with her arms crossed on an unused street in a virtually abandoned neighborhood. People in a place that would mostly be worried about gangs and the psychotic people who tend to hang around in the area. For Kagome, however, it was just another night to make money. She was prostitute, a hooker, a whore; many names for her type of profession. It wasn’t a very nice job to be in, but at least it put food on the table. She was told that she would get much action and money tonight because it was more or less payday for the majority population of the city. The only action she saw, however, was the flickering of the light she was underneath.




“Action my ass”, Kagome grumbled. And speaking of her ass… Kagome vigorously rubbed her hands against her arms to get some warmth. She was literally freezing her ass off. And from what she was wearing, anyone would be cold in her position.


She was wearing a skimpy school uniform type costume. It consisted of a green mini-skirt, a white shirt with a red ribbon hanging across it, small white socks and sandals. Totally inadequate clothing in a night that forecasted snow. Kagome breathed out a column of steam from her mouth.




'What the hell is Naraku thinking?' She thought angrily to herself. 'First, he works us over time in the Fall after half of us get sick, then when it’s forecasting the worst blizzard to come in ten years sen sends us out like it was just another regular day. And in clothes that seem crazy to even wear to begin with!'




It seemed like school uniforms were a favorite among “clients” this year, which probably prompted Naraku to tell all his prostitutes to change into such outrageous garments to keep the clients happy and coming. Kagome felt her teeth chatter.




'Sick, perverted, sons of bitches. They first use our bodies like playthings to satisfy their fucking urges. Then they try to rip us off by saying we weren’t pleasurably enough to them to even deserve pay. And now they want us to change our clothing to please their sick fantasies! They think nothing of how we feel and don’t give a shit whether we live or die because we are just some hookers who need no sympathy.'




These thoughts brought a burning sensation to Kagome’s body and a flush to her face. The light she was under then abruptly went out. Forgetting how cold she was, she cursed and repeatedly kicked the base of the post until the light came on. She plopped back onto her stance.




Kagome wasn’t stupid. She knew that prostitutes were mostly looked down upon in society because of their actions to satisfy other people for money. Most people were disgusted of how women would sell their bodies for meager prices and lledlled of how little dignity they had for their pride as well as their bodies (even though there were some people who wanted them around for other reasons).




Kagome shook her head. How little people actually know about prostitutes. They only see the side where girls sell their bodies for a living, thinking that the girls actually enjoy it. That thought was so far from the truth that Kagome spat every time she heard it. What people didn’t know was that prostitutes had to work in horrible conditions with the always-knowing chance of getting diseases and the danger of meeting a nutcase or two on the job just to scrape by with enough money to feed themselves. Then there were the girls who were hooked on drugs and used the money in prostitution to stop their every-growing craving. It also didn’t help much when it is the clients who supply the drugs to the girls so they could screw a stoned girl with less resistance.




Kagome felt her eye twitch. She remembered one day back at the apartment complex where the prostitutes of the city slept. She was busy doing her laundry in her room when she heard the commotion from outside. By the time she got out to see the situation, a crowed had formed at the bottom of the staircase. Upon reaching the bottom, she saw what the whole fuss was about. Another prostitute, a girl named Angel who was only 16 and was recovering from cocaine withdrawal because she wanted to quit, had came stumbling back. Apparently, a client had given her an injection against her will of the drug to sedate her so he could rape her. Her clothes were in tatters with dried blood near… Kagome didn’t want to know how it got there. It was a miracle that she could even have made it back to the complex in her condition.




Naraku came suddenly in and asked what the hell was the racket about. When he saw Angel, he got severely pissed, punched a fist-sized hole through a brick wall and told everybody to get out of his way. Showing virtually no emotion, he had picked her up almost tenderly and told everybody he would be going to the hospital. The next day, Naraku came back and informed everybody that Angel was dead from cocaine overdose.
Kagome leaned her head back and breathed out another breath of steam. Naraku. A true enigma and almost impossible to figure out. Naraku was, more or less, the one who ran the show for prostitution in the city. He was the one who told prostitutes where to go, how longstaystay there, and how much they should make. He also pulled some strings so that “high officials” could satisfy there needs whenever they want to without worry of anybody knowing the wiser.




Naraku personally took care of his prostitutes, unlike most pimps. lothlothed them (even though his choice of clothing can really be…unnerving at times), he fed them, gave them a place to sleep, and somewhat protected them when an over possessive “client” tried to take a girl without her consent. Naraku really had only one bad side to him; when he gets pissed, someone is going to get hurt. From crushing pieces of steel between his teeth to turning bricks into dust, Naraku was really scary when he got angry.




There were even times that he would beat of hof his prostitutes, but it was usually for a good reason and was rare. There was a girl once that Kagome remembered a few years ago. She was one of the few prostitutes who really acted like a bitch. Day by day, the girl repeated flaunted the other girls, saying how her “client” was powerful and rich, how he bought her all kinds of gifts and jewelry. Everybody hated her, but no one complained or broke any of her teeth because Naraku forbad fighting among them. Naraku, in person, was a lenient person. But when the girl blabbered out her “client’s” name, who was really was an important person however…




Kagome chuckled to herself. She had never seen Naraku so pissed in her life. He was probably angry enough to have taken on all of the city’s strongest gangs and still have enough anger in him to have dessert. Everybody expected him to kill her right there at the spot (he certainly could have), but instead, he simply smacked her around a little bit and told her to fend for herself in the streets. After recovering from the shock of the assault, the girl spat back at the building and told everybody that her “client” would take care of her.



That was her death wish, as the girl was never seen again, probably because her “client” didn’t want any risk of anyone knowing his identity as it would have destroyed his reputation, his respect, and his life if word got out he slept with a prostitute (nobody cared much from her absence anyway).




If there was one thing that really could send Naraku over the edge, it was usually when “cls” ds” don’t pay for his girl’s services or rape them. This would not only not get him any money, but a raped girl couldn’t do much after the ordeal and had to recovery, making him lose even more money. Kagome constantly saw Naraku hiring demons as hitmen, or sometimes even went out himself, to take care of “bad clients”. And when he came back with bloodied hands, it was pretty self evident what he had just done (even though most girls don’t feel pity for the people Naraku killed because, most likely or not, they deserved it).




After seeing that she couldn’t feel her legs, Kagome breathed into her hands and enthusiastic rubbed her legs to get feeling back into them. Naraku. He seemed to be always changing. There were always times when he really would act like a cold-hearted, unfeeling bastard, but then there were also times when he also seemed to care for them like a brother or father would. Despite what he made them do, most of his prostitutes liked Naraku because he doesn’t physically forced any one to do anything and he, strangely, never takes one of his prostitutes to bed. Oddly, Kagome never heard of Naraku ever even sleeping with anyone, almost like he was afraid of something even though he would never admit it.




There would always be moments, however, that Naraku would act like a total dick. While Naraku was protective over his prostitutes, he also seemed a little possessive at the same time. If a prostitute had wanted to escape Naraku, it would be likely that he wouldn’t let them go without a struggle, though most girls don’t want to leave anytime soon. Kagome looked down at her watch to see the time. It was a small pink Hello Kitty watch, cute but also cheap. Kagome cursed as she saw the time.




'Eleven o’clock! Everybody is probably back at their rooms by now!' Kagome looked down and up the street. It seemed there wouldn’t be anyone coming here tonight. Kagome signed. Naraku would be pissed at her for not making money, but it was his fault that he would send her to such a desolate place with virtually no sign of life any where, much less a eager customer. Kagome cracked her neck.




'Fuck this. No matter how pissed he gets, it would be better going back home and getting a beating from him then to risk getting sick.' Being sick was serious for prostitutes as a sick girl does not look tempting enough to be screwed around by men.




'Naraku should understand. Anyway, he’ll probably lose his steam by tomorrow so it wouldn’t really matter.' Kagome pushed herself from her stance and stretched her arms outward. Muscles loose again, Kagome was about to leave until she saw it coming. Two pairs of headlights.




Kagome muttered a curse to herself. If she walked away from her position right there, the incoming vehicle would probably not see her and she could go home with no worries or aches tonight. However, Naraku would be severely pissed at her. Kagome thought for a moment.




'I should just walk away now really. The person coming maybe a mental person who I really would not like to meet. However, if it is a willing customer, then I could at least get paid for today and Naraku wouldn’t go on my back.' Some of the punishments Naraku gave to his prostitutes was usually not much, but the worst that all prostitutes hated was having to work double time, basically going out and staying there all night and day for customers.




Kagome signed to herself. 'Okay, I’ll just stay hend snd see if whoever is coming is a potential customer. If it isn’t, I’ll just consider myself fucked and go home. If it is one, however, I’ll take care of business and head home afterwards.'




Brushing off her school uniform and straightening off her mini-skirt for any wrinkles, Kagome waited to see if the unknown vehicle coming was a customer. Forgetting, she perked up her breasts and smiled innocently, readying her self (the innocent girl variety was her style and was major favorite). But somewhere in the back in Kagome’s mind, however, she had a strange omen that whoever she was going to meet was going to really change her life permanently. She just hoped it was for the better…


*Well how do you think? I’m just giving this story a chance, but if it does pretty good, I’ll write more to it. If anyone is wondering why Naraku seems so humane in this story, that will soon change later, I promise. In the next chapter, just try to guess who’s in the incoming car. You can figure it out. ;]