Molten Amber

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Inuyasha or any of it's characters. No profit was made here, and no harm was intended. Inuyasha is the sole property of Rumiko Takahashi, Viz Media, and all its affiliates. The song 'Right or Wrong' is property of Wanda Jackson and her record label, I am only borrowing it here. Again no money was made and no harm intended, this is purely written for fantasy.


One hot summer night in L.A, 1955

Her evening dress was made of sparkles, dark ruby red ones, it was a simple cut that outlined her body perfect. Her black hair piled in an elegant curled mess upon her head, dripping onyx tendrils across her creamy cheeks. Her lips were painted lips were gloddy red, her eyes painted smoky and ined with think black kohl. And as Kimi stared at her reflectionIn the tall mirror and adjusted her half bared bosom she could almost hear her mother and fathers voice from somewhere in the depths of her mind calling her a whore for wearing such. nd they were right, she thought. There she sat, twenty years old, the mother of a 4 year old son fathered by a man 15 years her senior and the singer in a smoky lounge club. No, not man, demon. Lord Inutashio Takeda was an inu demon like herself. He had not exactly set her sights upon him but he had certainly set his mark upon her when he saw her at that summer festival in downtown Tokyo. Her family had been visiting there before going back to their home in America. He was also from the America's, a diamond dealer with a shady reputation for being a womanizer.

Kimi had fallen for him as her first love and she'd gotten in way over her head. He'd promised marriage when he found that he'd impregnanted her but Kimi refused to marry him just for that reason. Her situation had left her disowned by her family and an outcast in a society that was far too obsessed with a wholesome image. Inutaisho no longer came to pick up his son, Sesshomaru. He sent his servant, Jaken or Myoga to fetch the boy to his Beverly Hills mansion where he entertained his lovely female conquests and business associates.

"Miss Kimi," A short chubby man chomping a cigar appeared in her door. "Time for you to hit the stage-- looks like a full house."

She smiled, feeling her worries lift as she stood. This was her love now-- singing had always been her passion. She made her way down the dingy little backstage hall and stepped onto the stage, which was shrouded in blackness. Her eyes darted across the audience and fell on a cascade of silver hair that was tied in a top knot above the most inhumaly beautiful face the world would ever know. Her breath hitched and she felt her heart tie into a knot. At that moment her feet determined it was time to run but her mind could not get the message to clearly register to them they should move and so she stood motionless. Oh how she'd prayed the Kami's would give her this chance, but now that it was nigh she had no clue as to what to do with it. She blinked slowly, calming herself-- no she had born this mans son, she had loved him, she'd given up her plush life with a wealthy family for a hotel across the street -- all for this-- demon. No she'd get her message across loud and clear.

"Jeff," She whispered to the guitar player, "We want to do 'Right or Wrong'."

He looked at her oddly but nodded, never questioning her motives though he suspected them. He strummed to get the audiences attention as the lights came up in bright red. She was surrounded by red tinged smoke, her voice rose like that of an angel along with the tempo. To her surprise her voice did not break or even warble.

Right or wrong I'll be with you
I'll do what you ask me to
For I believe that I belong
By your side, right or wrong

She paused there, her eyes meeting warm amber ones from acrtoss the room. His face went slack and only through concious effort did he keep the look of complete and utter shock from his face. He was sure he was already drunk, this couldn't be. Looking away as if speaking to the person beside him, he allowed his gaze to creep over to her again. Kimi was swaying slightly to the beat, he felt his mouth go dry. Gods, she was lovely-- but why didn't he know about this? Of course, he'd never asked her occupation-- didn't care. At least not until now.


Right or wrong it's got to be
Always you, always me
Won't you take me along
To be with you right or wrong?

The reality struck the awe struck demon that she might be singing to him. her eyes met his frequently, though she would immediatly turn to another audience memeber as soon as she saw him looking. He stood, attempting to get closer to the stage. Her voice was nothing short of a siren song as he undressed her with his eyes. Great self control kept him from allowing the demon within to emerge and tear the stage apart to carry her away. A man from the front row stood up and gently touched her calf -- which was bared through the slit in the dress that ran up to her thigh. Inutaisho bared his fangs openly, his beast screaming out that this woman was his and his alone. Jealosy tasted bitter in his mouth, like bile.

It ws then that Kimi stepped politely away from her groper and turned to Inutaisho with half closed eyes, her scent wafting to him as he stood pressed against the stage. He was ignorant of the fact that he looked like some love sick teenager, he was doing what felt right. She stepped in front of him and smiled slightly as she carried on without missing a note.

Is it right for me to love you
It can't be wrong for me to care
If you will say you love me
My life with you I'll share

He mouthed her name, silently. Her cheeks blushed a lovely shade of pink. He felt his groin tightening with a familiar need. Maybe it was just destined to be a one nighter again-- perhaps another mistake. but he was willing to take that chance. The misunderstanding could be rectified. It never entered his mind that he was simpluy falling back in love with her, or falling intot he pit of lust that had allowed them to create his son.

Right or wrong, day by day
All my love, all the way
For I believe that I belong
By your side, right or wrong

As the last note faded into the smoky darkness the lights came down and shrouded her in black. Inutaisho felt something brush his hand that lay between the stage lights but he was unsure what it was. When the lights came on, a man that was far too damned cheery for his liking was onstage encouraging the audience to cheer for their signature singer. Normally, he wouldn't have looked so desperate, but at this point he no longer cared. Inutaisho aloowed his gaze to scan the room until it fell on a blue door. That had to be the backstage. He made for it as slow as his screaming beast would allow him. He wondered briefly if his son were back there and he hoped not-- that would complicate things. He pressed his weight against the door and to his surprise he found it open. But his luck wasn't holding out, there was no dressing area in his immediate view. There were, however a row of doors that were painted in different colors. He wrinkled his nose, this was nothing more than a brothel disguised as a lounge club. He brushed dust off his blue jeans and sniffed his way down the corridor. The place reeked of semen and sweat and Kami knew what else. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. His boots made a hollow sound on the cheap flooring as he finally located her scent that was half hidden under the stench of cheap perfume. He opened the door without knocking, surprising her.

"What the hell are you doing?" She turned, holding the bodice of her dress against her breasts which had nearly been exposed as she undressed.

"Kimi, what are you doing here? This place is beaneath you." He closed the door and strode toward her, the air of an alpha male surrounding him.

"I have to support my- your-- our son somehow." She huffed as she zipped her dress back up to save her modesty.

"My monthly payments are not enough?" He cocked his head. "I could send more."

"No." She turned to face the mirror, letting her hair free to slip down her back to her waist like a curtain of black silk. He watched her face in the mirror, realizing why he had chosen this one. Spinning on her heel she faced him, "I don't want you saying you do everything for me. Since you wanted nothing to do with us to start with."

"Now that isn't true!" He said with a frown. "I offered you marriage."

"You offered me a place to live as a concubine." She snapped, her eyes narrowed. "You think I wanted to watch you dragging you whores home at all hours, pregnant with your bastard children and expose my son to such?"

"Kimi," he gasped. "Do you truly think I am so low that I would do such? Do you think it impossible for me to love one woman and treat her as the queen of my empire that she would be?"

Kimi stopped and stared at him blankly, she had never really thought about it-- just assumed that he was what he was, a playboy. His voice was low now as he put his hands on her half bared shoulders.

"Kimi, I never cheated on you the entire time we dated. You know that. Sesshomaru was unplanned but not unwanted and I was there at his birth-- you are the one who took off." He said with a slight smile.

It was true, she had been so confused and hurt over her family and their rejection of her child and herself that she had blamed Inutaisho. She felt her lip start to tremble but she was powerless to stop it. And now it was obvious who the fool here was. It was true that a single Inutaisho prowled for ladies to warm his bed but he could be a failthful lover when he chose to do so. Her tears slid down her cheeks without her having even felt their coming. He brushed one away.

"Kimi," he whispered. "Please-- come away from this-- let's try this again eh?"

His words were true, but he had not missed her at all until he had seen her there on display like a porcelain doll for the world to see. Perhaps it was his jealous nature that made him so damned determined to have back the mother of his child, it certainly wasn't because his bed went cold at night. With eyes unblinking she stared at him, and nodded, so slightly it was barely perceptible-- but he did see it. A broad smile spread across his face- he'd won his conquest. It was the same feeling he'd had when he felt her hymen tear at the invasion of his manhood that sweaty night four years ago.