InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Splendent Shorties ❯ Waking Up In Vegas ( Chapter 4 )

~ Waking Up In Vegas ~

(Modern AU)

Groggily cracking an eye open, it was still pitch black in his hotel room, and for that he was grateful. He groaned.

He hated being hungover, but at least the sickness would leave him as soon as he turned hanyou again. He didn’t usually allow himself to get that drunk in the first place, though. What the fuck happened last night?

He remembered being in the nightclub downstairs, enjoying Miroku’s bachelor party. His best friend had specifically requested that he plan his party for the night of the new moon, so that he could actually join in. While humans and youkai got along pretty well those days, hanyou and further diluted mixes still weren’t too common, nor too accepted, the mixing of their two species still considered taboo to most. But even if he wouldn’t have received any hate while trying to just have a good time in the club, the smells and sounds would have been overwhelming, not to mention alcohol didn’t affect him so easily as a hanyou, either. It was possible to get drunk as a hanyou, he’d done it before, but it took a lot of booze, and then it also wore off much too quickly. It was worth the risk of feeling shitty for a while if he woke up pre-dawn if it meant having a better time the night before, he had decided while planning the party, agreeing with Miroku.

Apparently he’d had too much of a good time, though, because he didn’t even remember most of last night. Like when he’d gone back up to his room, and whether he’d stayed till the club had actually closed or had left the party early. Those details were a complete blank.

Trying to focus on the last thing he did remember, he remembered laughing along with Miroku’s other friends as the man of the hour got an unexpected lap dance from the woman Inuyasha had hired for that purpose. The party had not been in a strip club, after all, but just the swanky nightclub of the swanky hotel where Miroku and Sango would also be getting married next month. As the Best Man, it had been Inuyasha’s job to make his party a good one, despite Miroku promising his bride-to-be that he would not venture forth into a strip club.

Inuyasha had made sure Miroku kept that promise.

The woman, who was a stripper-for-hire by trade, had just been dressed in sexy nightclub clothes, and there had obviously been no stripping involved. She had been delighted to take the job when Inuyasha had spoken with her. No stripping? Just a fully clothed lap dance for a few minutes? Hired! Yura, her name had been. Her mini black leather dress and strappy heels had been perfectly acceptable club attire. Inuyasha had gotten the lot of them a bottle service table, and the other men had been doing a pretty good job of finding girls to dance with and then invite back to their table throughout the night. Miroku had been admiring the view easily enough, because while it was not a strip club, they did have sexy go-go dancers up in cages on either side of the DJ booth at the back of the dance floor, not to mention all the sexy lady patrons, so there had been plenty of eye candy.

Then suddenly one sexy lady in short black leather had walked right up to their table, and Miroku had missed Inuyasha’s subtle nod as his friends and their dates scooted out to make room for the lady to enter and plant herself squarely in his lap. The poor man had had no idea what hit him when all of a sudden there was a sexy woman in his lap, rocking and grinding, and he was trying to enjoy it while also trying not to enjoy it. Inuyasha’s laughter had clued Miroku in that she was the hanyou’s doing, and he had been more able to enjoy it then, realizing the woman had no real interest in him besides doing the job she’d been hired to do. And what a good job she’d done! Miroku hadn’t been able to stand up for at least a half hour after that, and regretted wearing such tight pants.

Thinking back on it now, Inuyasha chuckled a little at the memory until that act immediately made his splitting headache worse, and he groaned again, cracking his eyes back open. Lying with his back to the window, sleeping on the side of the bed that was closer to the bathroom, he mentally thanked his past-self for that foresight, because he was starting to feel like he might need to make a run for said facilities, and not because he had to pee. The red glow from the bedside alarm clock was also facing away from him, apparently more foresight because he’d known the light from it would be too blinding first thing, but he was curious just how many hours he would be condemned to feel like this, and so slowly reached out and turned the clock to face himself in that moment.

The first thought to register when he realized it was actually almost sunrise was Oh thank the kami, just a little under ten minutes to go, but then he furrowed his brow. Why the hell was it still so dark, then? Were the curtains closed? He also didn’t remember closing the curtains but figured past-him had wanted to be able to sleep in until his transformation woke him up.

But then he heard a groan that wasn’t his own, and despite the pounding in his skull he sat bolt upright in shock and looked down with terror at the other side of the bed.

He could barely see her, thanks to the hotel’s blackout curtains drawn fully shut and the only light coming from the alarm clock, but there was definitely a woman lying next to him in the bed. Something he would have immediately known had he had his hanyou senses, or even his fucking memory!

Holy fucking shit what the fuck did I...who the fuck did I do last night?!

Whoever she was, she had to go, now. Or he did. Yeah, maybe that was the better option. Let her sleep in.

Getting out of bed, then, Inuyasha tried to find his discarded clothes and proceeded to immediately trip over his jeans. He managed to not fall flat on his face, but his stomping around as he caught himself definitely did not go unnoticed by the girl who had already been in the process of waking up anyway. She bolted upright in the bed, too, and didn’t appear to be suffering from as bad of a hangover as him when she stared at him in the darkness, but he could hardly fucking see so he really couldn’t be sure.

“Good morning,” she croaked groggily, failing to suppress a giggle at his antics, and he opened his mouth to say...something...but then immediately slapped his hand over his mouth as he rushed to the toilet.

“Or not,” the woman added with a sympathetic sigh.

Shit shit shit shit… Inuyasha thought in panic as he emptied his stomach.

He needed to get the fuck out of there before the poor woman realized what he really was, but as badly as he wanted to be throwing on his clothes, he couldn’t stop throwing up. And then there was a gentle pair of hands rubbing his back, and holding his hair, and despite still being human, he whimpered.

“I...I don’t usually…” he tried to say, tried to apologize.

He never slept with random women on his human nights! Well okay so that wasn’t necessarily true, but pros didn’t count and he was always sober and upfront about just needing to get laid. He seriously doubted he’d walked up to this young lady on the dance floor and was like ‘Hey, I’d really like to have sex with you. Cool?’

“It’s okay,” she said then.

Grabbing some toilet paper to wipe his mouth, he then managed to back away from the toilet and stand up, dropping the tissue and flushing.

“It’s not okay,” he argued weakly before rinsing his mouth out in the sink and then finally turning to face her, able to see her just fine because despite the blinding light when he’d first turned it on, he’d needed the bathroom light on in order to see the toilet.

Holy hell, she’s fucking gorgeous, he thought as his eyes roamed her nude body up and down. It was only then that he belated realized he was also still naked.

Flushing a bright red all the way down his neck, he rushed passed her then and flipped on the main light for the hotel room, quickly finding and donning his boxer briefs and jeans. Another glance at the clock had him cursing up a storm before he quickly found his shirt.

“What’s the hurry?” she asked as she followed him out of the bathroom. “Are you really that desperate to get away from me?”

He’d bet from the sound of her voice that if he’d had his sense of smell he’d notice tears forming in her eyes, but he didn’t dare look at her as he put on his socks and shoes before grabbing his overnight bag.

“It has nothing to do with that. I just...I just gotta get out of here before...before you get a chance to regret…”

He couldn’t really explain since the whole point was that he didn’t want her to know.

“Oh...I get it, you’re trying to leave before you transform,” she said then as she slumped back down onto the bed, and his brain came to a screeching halt, as the rest of him halted on his way to the door.

“You...know?”

“Of course I know!” she answered incredulously, laughing a little again before she gasped, her eyes widening. “You...you don’t remember last night, do you? Oh! I’m so sorry. No wonder you’re so freaked out! But it’s okay, Inuyasha, you told me last night that you’re a hanyou but it’s your human night, and it doesn’t bother me, but if you don’t want me to see what you look like with your youkai features, I understand.”

“Well fuck,” he grunted, before laughing a little, himself, earning a curious look from this gorgeous woman whose name he couldn’t even remember.

“I guess...if you’re mentally prepared...it’s better if I transform in here than running down the hall where I might scare the shit out of the housekeepers.”

She giggled again at that, and kami, despite the ever present pounding between his temples, her laugh was the cutest thing he’d ever heard in his whole damn life.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember you,” he stated sincerely. “I’ve never been blackout drunk before. Damn Miroku, wanting to do shots…” he grumbled.

“I’m sorry if I took advantage of you,” the woman replied immediately, equally sincere. “I was drunk too but not blackout drunk, and I honestly didn’t realize you were that drunk, yourself. I mean, you didn’t have any ‘problems’ if you know what I mean, and you just in general didn’t seem completely wasted. You’d seemed able to make decisions. I’m sorry if I-”

“Bah,” he interrupted then, waving off her concerns while stopping her unneeded apology. “I obviously wanted you, so you don’t gotta worry about that. I’m just glad I didn’t make a fool out of myself,” he said with another small chuckle. “Hopefully I’ll remember everything once my youkai blood heals my hangover.”

Right on cue, as if summoned by his words, he felt the change start to consume him, and the woman watched with rapt attention as his raven hair shifted back to shimmering white, and his ears morphed and relocated, becoming the dog ears he had told her about the night before. He closed his eyes as the change washed over him, so he didn’t see her staring as his fingernails turned into claws, and with his jaw tightly shut she couldn’t see it as fangs grew in his mouth. When he opened his eyes again they were a brilliant golden amber, and the look in them was humiliation.

“I take it back, I did make a fool out of myself.”

The memories of the night before had come rushing back to him, of how he’d approached her on the dance floor after Miroku’s insistent nagging, inviting her back to their table with the lure of free alcohol. Of how she’d complied willingly, having been eyeing their private party off and on for quite some time by that point, which Miroku had noticed and was what had had him telling his hanyou best friend to go invite her over in the first place. Turned out, she’d specifically been eyeing him, Inuyasha, seeing as he was the only one not yet with a date at the table by that point. Miroku didn’t count since his paper crown and the earlier lap dance had made it obvious he was the soon-to-be-former-bachelor enjoying his party.

Kagome, he now remembered her name was, had said that she’d never been at a private bottle service table before, and had been grateful for the opportunity. What she hadn’t told him until later was that he certainly made cute company. When she’d first agreed to join him she’d had no idea if he might actually have a girlfriend, or even a wife, but she also hadn’t cared at first, she’d eventually confessed, having figured she was just meant to be pretty eye candy while partying at their table, which hadn’t bothered her because she’d felt the same way, and so she’d flirted accordingly, not really knowing if it was going anywhere or not.

But then as the night progressed he’d started talking to her, telling her how beautiful she was, and how lonely he was, asking rhetorically why he couldn’t ever find himself a woman as lovely as her, while slowly but surely, bit by bit, some of the other men disappeared with their ‘dates’ for the night, and then even Miroku had called it a night. His last words, as he’d clapped the temporarily human hanyou on the back, had been, “See you later man. She’s hot, don’t blow it.”

Of course, he’d said it plenty loud enough for Kagome to hear him, which had had the miko laughing while the drunk hanyou had blushed as deep a shade of red as his snug fitting muscle tee. At some point throughout the night he’d not only told her he was a hanyou on his human night, but he’d also confessed his envy of his friend who was soon to be married, telling her how he wanted that life for himself, too. He wanted love and marriage, but what girl would be willing to be with a hanyou?

When Kagome had shyly blushed as well and told him that she would, some combination of doubt and hope had had the drunken hanyou boldly challenging, “Prove it.”

And so she’d proven it, in the most direct, exciting way she could think of. Oh sure, she could’ve just taken his phone and added herself as a contact, sent him a sexy selfie with the message ‘Call me’ to let him know she would definitely be willing to be seen with him every other night of the month, but in that moment he had been looking at her with the most drop dead gorgeous and yet sad puppy dog eyes she’d ever seen, and something in her had just snapped.

“I don’t usually do this,” they’d each taken turns saying in between kisses once they’d made it back up to his room.

At least he remembered now that he had in fact been a good lover, no whiskey dick, and he’d even made her come first with fingers and tongue before climbing back up her body and thrusting as hard and fast as his human stamina would allow. She’d not seemed to have any complaints. He was also grateful to recall he’d thought to use a condom, because an accidental pregnancy was the last thing he needed to worry about.

As he dared meet Kagome’s eyes in that moment, she was only looking at him with mild concern and sympathy, no hint of disgust over his youkai features. Belatedly, he realized he could even sense a fair amount of reiki in the girl. She was a fucking miko and had still been willing to go to bed with him, knowing what he was?!

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” she told him then.

Apparently neither did she, since even though he was now fully dressed she was still completely naked, and sitting on her legs on the bed in a way that only partly concealed the dark triangle that disappeared between her tightly closed thighs, while she rested her hands on her knees, in no way attempting to conceal her breasts from view either.

“I’m not usually so...emotional,” he decided on, confessing, “but with it being my human night and the alcohol…” He cleared his throat. “Well, this was certainly not the way I would have done it under normal circumstances, but if you...if you were really serious about being willing to be with a hanyou...I don’t just mean physically but like, in a relationship, then I would love to get to know you better.”

He also realized there was no hurry to leave the hotel room that was still his until check-out at 11am. It was just a little after sunrise, after all. They had hours yet.

Dropping his bag, he slipped his shoes back off and asked her, “Would you...like to get some room service breakfast?”

The smile she sent his way had his heart skipping a beat.

“I’d love to!” she answered sincerely, before finally deciding she should get dressed, too, finding and donning her discarded dress, bra and panties from last night.

He politely didn’t stare while she got dressed, asking her if she had her own hotel room that needed to be tended to, or if she’d feel more comfortable in a fresh change of clothes if she had them nearby, only to find out that she hadn’t had her own room last night because she actually lived locally and just liked to frequent the various nightclubs, having originally planned on taking a taxi back home at the end of her night

He filed that information away for future reference, and then asking her what she’d like to eat, he picked up the house phone and placed their orders. While they waited for their food they took the time to get to know each other a little bit better, hanyou and miko taking turns telling each other their life stories. He worked for the same advertising company as Miroku, and after being partnered on many projects over the years they’d gradually become close friends. He’d dated a few women over the years, but human women always ended up unable to deal with his inu-youkai side, his instincts too much for them to bear, while youkai women seemingly able to look past his half human status because of the strength of his youki were disgusted by his human nights. Nobody had ever accepted both sides of him.

Sympathetic, Kagome told him that she was well aware of the instincts and behaviors of canine youkai, and confessed to having dated an ookami-youkai in college. Despite being from a shrine family, her parents had approved of her wolf boyfriend and if he’d turned out to be the one then hanyou children would not have been an issue, but it was his family that had not approved of her and he’d given in to their demands in the end, leaving her for a she wolf. She assured him then that she had zero issue with him being a hanyou, and hypothetically should the two of them really hit it off, she also had zero issue with the idea of quarter-youkai children in the future, if they both decided they wanted a family.

That information floored him. She’d dated a full youkai? And a wolf, at that? So she really was more or less already aware of his canine instincts, since inu and ookami were more similar than either of their two races would like to admit. She would have been okay with hanyou children...and was also okay with quarter-youkai children… That Kagome was so casually saying that if they ever one day decided to have kids she would be cool with it was really throwing him for a loop. They’d just met last night and had a drunken one-night-stand! And now she already had them married and discussing children?! Not that he was complaining, far from it. He was glad he wasn’t alone in the ‘what if she’s the one’ department. His flabbers were just gasted, was all.

Continuing her brief rundown of her life story, then, Kagome also told him that not really wanting to be a professional miko, she instead worked as a fitness instructor, which explained her drop dead gorgeous body, and modest breakfast choices. She worked hard to stay so fit, she said, and from what he had seen, her hard work was paying off, which he told her with more bravado than he was currently feeling.

She giggled.

Testing the waters, he made an offhanded joke about wondering if she could keep up with his hanyou stamina, now that he had his youki back, and she replied with, “Only one way to find out.”

After breakfast, he called the front desk and requested a late checkout.