Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Inuyasha is the property of Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Productions. The End.

A/N: I know, I know. I said no more new stories, but I've had pieces of this one buzzing in my mind for a while and a couple of weeks ago, it fermented and started pouring out my ears. Literally. I really wanted to squeeze it into a one-shot, but I only have the attention span to write about 10-ish pages at a time. This story should only be 2-3 chapters long—5 if it really picks up readers and I draw it out. From now on out, I'll also only update it when I've done editing and updates bits on my other stories.

I was going for funny in this story, but it came off more as silly. If anything is too stupid, please let me know.

Thanks for reading!

A Girl Used

Chapter 1: Empty

"Gods, Kagome, you're such a good fuck."

With that Kouga was getting out of bed, walking over to his pile of clothes and began to dress.

Kagome sat up, startled, "Where are you going?" Knowing Kouga was never one to cuddle Kagome still surprised that he was already preparing to leave. Didn't he at least want to get some food? Anything to drink? Make her feel like he wasn't just using her for sex?

Kouga had to admit she made a pretty picture like that, clearly naked under the sheet that was draped over her upper body so that it barely covered her breasts. Shrugging he answered her, "I'm going to see Ayame."

"Ayame?" Kagome choked, "I thought you two broke up."

Oh shit, said too much. "And we got back together Wednesday—no wait, it was Thursday." Kouga had his jeans on and he buttoned the top button. "What does it matter?"

Kagome visibly gapped. "Thursday? That was yesterday! Then what was th-this about?" She sat up all the way and motioned to the bed where he had been only a moment ago.

Rolling his eyes, Kouga chuckled. "Ayame's taken me back, but we're not that back together. She says no sex until she knows I'm serious this time," he tried to explain logically.

"So I'm a booty call!" Kagome hissed, keeping the sheet wrapped around her to give her some sense of modesty—however false it might be.

Considering her question, Kouga didn't know what to say. "I guess so, but I really didn't think about it that much." He pulled on his shirt, reaching back to flick out his pony tail so it once again fell down his back. He glanced at himself in the mirror before swaggering over to pick up Kagome's hair brush to run it through his long locks.

Kagome was debating whether or not she wanted to cry or scream at him. "Obviously not." No one touched her hair brush!

But Kouga was already walking out of her room. "Bye Kags! Let's do this again some time! Soon!" He called out before she heard him open and closing the door to her apartment.

Grabbing up a pillow, Kagome screamed into its soft down.

How could I have been so stupid? Again!

XXXXXXXXXXX

"How could I have been so stupid Sango?" Kagome moaned once more.

The two women sat in a nearby bar. Well, Sango sat, primly perched on her bar stool while Kagome slouched, her arms crossed and set on the bar itself, her chin resting on her arms. She had pushed her stool out so her body made a ramp down off the counter. At her eye level, she could just make out the three plus-sized shot glasses that had held the tequila she had downed in rapid secession.

She still had a lime in her mouth, sucking on it for comfort.

Sango shrugged, "You have to stop taking Kouga at face value. Sex to him and sex to you are two very different things. You want some semblance of a relationship. Kouga is using you as his own person fuck toy."

Kagome twisted her body so she could glare blurrily at her friend. "No shit."

"You're the one who asked."

"I was hoping for more than the obvious," Kagome pouted.

Sango drummed her nails on the counter top for a moment, choosing her next words carefully: "I think you're not over you-know-who." She really wished she could go without mentioning Inuyasha, but Kagome was asking for it.

Kagome's face scrunched, looking broken for an instant before she covered up the slip with anger, "Why do you always have to bring him up?"

"Because—as much as I hate to admit it—I don't think you're over him. I mean, the guy took your virginity—"

"Sango! Public!" Kagome shushed her friend. "Besides," she lowered her voice, "I gots his too!" and a wicked grin twitched its way across the younger woman's face.

Sango rolled her eyes. "That aside, I think it took a lot out of you when he left. Like a week later after you guys did it."

"You're not helping, you know? Ok, yeah, I miss Inuyasha. I don't even know where he is so there's nothing I can do about it." Kagome spat bitterly. "What's your point?"

Sango couldn't believe she was saying what she was saying. She had never been a big fan of Inuyasha. He was a few years younger than her, and always seemed painfully insecure and attention starved. Never had she believed him good enough to be Kagome's boyfriend, and she had to admit that she had discouraged Miroku from hanging out with him.

Looking back, she could say she had been insecure herself, wanting her boyfriend and friend to herself. It had been the best thing for Sango to try to keep a new face from Kagome's life when they had been friends for so long and to force Miroku to give up time with someone he liked being around. Sango highly doubted she would ever be able to personally make it up to Inuyasha, so the least she could do for him was not bad mouth him when he wasn't even around. Just not again.

But it was so hard to remember all that when one thought of how the hanyou had used Kagome. It was like Inuyasha had had a self fulfilling prophecy that he didn't even know about.

"My point is that when Inuyasha left, he left a hanyou-sized hole in your life. Kouga, in a few respects, filled it, but he could never take Inuyasha's place. Not to mention the fact he's a grade-A asshole who doesn't even pretend that the wants to commit. I'm not saying you should track down Inuyasha, I'm saying you should stop answering the door when Kouga stops by and try to find a guy who doesn't just want to fuck you because his real girl friend doesn't trust him enough to do the deed."

Kagome avoided Sango's gaze and picked up one of her empty shot glasses. She tried to lick out the remaining liquid, but after so much liquor, her tongue lacked the dexterity. Maybe she should have just stayed home as opposed to making Sango take her drinking. She had swallowed the better part of a bottle of wine by the time her friend arrived at her door. Wine she had meant to drink with Kouga before he ran off to Ayame—the girl he really wanted to be with. Every guy would rather be somewhere than with me.

Not getting anywhere with her search for tequila in the empty glass, Kagome raised her hand to motion for another shot and the barkeep quickly obliged after a glance at Sango. The older girl was still sipping on her bottled water, more than willing drive her drunk and moping friend home. Kouga came around once every two to three months, fucked Kagome, and left. So once every two to three months, Sango figured she could let the usually straight-laced, goody-goody Kagome wallow in her own sorrows. If it was more often than that, Sango would have put her foot down, but recovering from her hang over the next day always seemed to reorient Kagome. At least until the next time.

It really wasn't just Kouga; it was any time Kagome had sex. Sex reminded her of Inuyasha and the fact that he fucked her and left her, and Kagome couldn't see how much she missed the hanyou. Kouga just happened to be the jerk that kept coming back to hurt her again and again.

As soon as the shot glass with its salt and lime had been placed before Kagome, she plucked it up. Licking the webbed space of skin between her thumb and index finger, she shook out some salt from the counter's shaker on the wet patch, before licking it up and downing the bitter, tart tequila in a painful set of gulps. Immediately after swallowing, she popped the new lime slice in her mouth, sucking hard to fight the burn of the alcohol.

"I still don't see why you do that to yourself," Sango muttered whilst shaking her head, "and I think I've proven my point."

"Yeah, well we've already determined I'm a masochist," Kagome barked back, her words slurring ever so slightly. With a sudden jolt, she froze on her stool, causing Sango to look at her. Before she could blink, Kagome was wobbling to the side so her friend had to move fast to keep her on her stool.

Kagome probably would have fallen to the ground if it hadn't been for the strong pair of hands latching onto her shoulders to hold her in place.

Twisting in the grip that balanced her, Kagome found herself making eye contact with a particular pair of golden eyes stuck in a face framed by the prettiest silver hair she had ever seen.

"Speak of the devil…"

XXXXXXXXXX

Humming loudly as he was, Kouga didn't notice the presence in his apartment until it was too late. One minute he was searching for a light switch, the next he was staring face to face with the last woman in the world he wanted to see.

Knew I should have showered at Kagome's, he gulped as he looked Ayame in the eye. There was no way she wasn't going to noticed that he reeked of sex and another woman.

"H-hey baby," he choked out, trying to play it smooth by strolling into the living room to reach for Ayame's hands.

The little wolf wasn't buying, "You bastard! You were with her!" Ayame howled shoving him so hard Kouga stumbled backward to fall non-too gracefully into his recliner. "I told you he wasn't faithful!"

"Sweetheart, who you talking to?" Kouga asked confused, as that last comment had not been directed at him.

Ayame didn't answer. Instead, out of his broom closet stepped three of the wolf pack elders.

Kouga's mind went blank. How'd they all fit in there? What are they? Circus clowns? That closet barely fits my broom! Wait—I own a broom?

Then, being the ever-so-perceptive wolf that he was, Kouga realized that three of the pack elders were standing in his living room with the woman he was supposed to marry, and no one looked very happy as they all glared down at him.

"So it was true," the shortest one said, kicking Kouga's foot to punctuate his statement. The wolf demon's blue eyes glared down at the younger youkai. "You have been with another wench. How can you disgrace your pack and betrothed in such a way? What do you have to say for yourself cub?"

Kouga was very much at a loss for words. How could Ayame have figured it out so fast? They just got back together two—no—the day before. And she already didn't trust him? What a bitch. Kagome had always taken longer to figure out he was cheating.

Kouga didn't have long to ponder Ayame's lack of faith in him. He found himself suddenly being hauled to his feet only to be pushed to back down to his knees by the two elders who stood on the group's wings.

"Kouga Ookami," the elder with a long scare running down the side of his face spoke in a deep voice, "What have you to say for yourself?"

Kouga tried to think fast, but his brain was slippery from sex and shock. This isn't supposed to be happening. This isn't supposed to be happening. This isn't supposed to be happening. Must think of something to say!

Then a beautiful half-truth excuse hit him, "Ayame said she wouldn't bear my cubs! What kind of wife would she be? I had to find a woman who'd carry on our line!"

Ayame fumed, smoke and flames leaping out of her ears. Even the elders were the tiniest bit scared and took a long step away from her. "I said that if you cheated on me after we were mated then no babies!"

"That is very serious, daughter," the final elder quietly said his piece. "While we do not agree with infidelity, protecting the continuation of the line must be your first priority."

Silent for a moment, Ayame bowed her head. "I will do what I have to, but I do not feel like I am asking too much of my betrothed. What kind of father would he be if he cannot show interest in his mate?" She looked up and met each of the elder's gaze. The males nodded and slowly moved back in to once again form their crescent around the kneeling Kouga.

Kouga snorted, trying show bravado through his sweat. "We're not even married or mated yet, and she's already holding children over my head!"

"It's the only thing that you'll listen to!" Ayame defended herself. "Having cubs is the only thing you care about besides yourself! And you only want cubs so you can be a prince—without sons you know they'll find someone else to take your place!"

"You'll never understand me!" Kouga pouted, sulkily crossing his arms, "Kagome—the woman I was with tonight—loves me and wants nothing more than to have my cubs!"

Ayame's face fell for a moment, but she promptly recovered. Kouga felt his gut sink at the stony look she gave him; there was something painfully final in her eyes. "You are so full of shit Kouga! You know what? You deserve her—why don't you go have your human wench and choke on her!"

Kouga was silent, he was so busy gapping at Ayame. Did he dare call her bluff? It could never be said Kouga was bright: "What? Destroy the blood line by mating with a human? You do realize that they'll all be hanyou don't you?" He failed to notice his arguments were contradictory.

"That's not my problem Kouga." Ayame said, suddenly looking rather tired, her voice quiet so it lacked its previous passion. She walked back to the couch where she had been sitting and picked up her purse, throwing her jacket over her arm. "You know what? I'm done with you. There are other wolf princes out there who would love to be with me. You've made your bed with a human, you might as well sleep in it." Kouga tried to stop her, but the elders pushed him back down into the recliner so that he was forced to listen to Ayame's retreating steps and the sound of her letting herself out of his apartment and pretty much out of his life.

The short elder sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Your chosen has made her decision, Kouga, and you must abide by it." There went the months they had spent negotiating the terms of Kouga's mating.

"You just wait. She'll be back here begging me!" Kouga snorted, clearly miffed. "You'll save us time if you just let me go after her now." He turned his head to the side like a peevish child.

"I don't think so, Kouga," said the scarred elder with a shake of his head and a pat to Kouga's shoulder. "Ayame has received other offers from males who appreciate her. This was your last chance. She said so herself."

"What?!"

The final, quiet elder answered the wolf prince's out burst with calm: "And then there is the matter of your punishment."

Said wolf prince's eyes became saucers. "Why should I be punished? I haven't done anything wrong!" His voice ended in a whine.

The air in the room grew thicker; the lights deemed.

The three elders exchange glances. They had all been young wolf cubs long ago, and done their share of sowing wild oats. Nevertheless, they were not princes; they did not have the level responsibility to have certifiably beautiful wolf cubs to continue the royal line.

Nodding to one another, the three wolf elders put their heads together in a huddle. Kouga perked up his ears, trying to hear what was being said. Though he had super hearing, he found that the three other youkai were speaking in the old language of the wolf tribes. One that he was supposed to learn, but had not taken the time to do so; at least the sex had been worth it. Oopsies. After a few more minutes of hushed whispers, they broke apart.

Looking up at them, Kouga gulped when he realized that he could no longer tell one elder from another. They had pulled up dark, brown hoods that covered their faces completely, and was even more surprised when all three bodies began to speak in the same deep, poor English-dubbed voice.

"If what we demand of you is really a punishment, son, is debatable." The form to his right spoke.

The voice moved to the center figure: "As Ayame is already gone, we can no longer know both sides of the story, but regardless you have chosen another woman over her."

" Your punishment , for lack of a better word, is that you must bring this human woman before us, and then the two of you will be married. You must honor your binding to her. If you cannot bring the girl or keep her with you or leave her, Kouga, you will be dethroned," Lefty finished for the group.

Kouga nodded shakily, not really having much other option but to agree. And being extremely freaked out by the spectacle before him. Still, something was plaguing his mind with this decree: "Wh-what about children? Like I said before, they'll be hanyou."

The elders were silent for a moment, then each head seemed to nod from under their hoods. "We have decided on that too. You are not to mate with the human wench. Marry her yes, cub her if you must (even if we will not recognize any of her progeny) but do not bind your souls together in the youkai way. When her human life ends, you will be free to breed with a wolf princess of our choosing. By living your life with this human, we hope that you will learn the importance of staying with your betrothed."

Slowly, the three shuffled together and in the blink of the eye, they were one form, towering over Kouga. Stiffly, the uber elder leaned over Kouga, its dark hood peering into the youkai prince's face. He scrambled to push himself as far as he could into the plush of his chair, but there was no way to get away from beast closing into him.

"You will meet us tomorrow at the gathering hall. Bring the human wench with you."

Giving a shaking nod as his response again, Kouga was suddenly gasping for breath when the creature looming over him lashed its hand out and coiled its cool, clammy fingers around his throat.

"Do not mess this up, son."

With a final squeeze to his this throat, the elder being was up and moving away. Not bothering to look back, it strolled over to the broom closet and threw the door open. Stepping into the portal, its hand reached out to grab the door knob and shot the opening.

And with that, one of the weirdest experiences in Kouga's life was over.

Cautiously, Kouga stood, stretched, and rubbed his throat. Making his way over to the broom closet, he slowly opened the door. Inside the dusty and cramped space stood only his broom, which promptly fell forward, striking Kouga squarely on the forehead.

XXXXXXXXXX

It had taken him a week in town to find her. Seven whole days of running around like a headless dog in heat, searching, searching, searching.

But he had finally tracked down her scent.

Inuyasha wasn't really happy to find his Kagome covered in the stench of another male, but really, what had he expected? He knew he hadn't left her with much hope.

He could tell she wasn't very happy either. This was all his fault.

I shouldn't have left her like I did.

A deep voice growled resonated inside his head. Are you kidding? You were a spoiled kid. You had to go with mommy and daddy. You didn't have much choice. Use her and run, right? Inuyasha's youkai half had never been very happy about him leaving Kagome: that side never missed an opportunity to rub it in to its human counterpart. Ah the joys of a non-diagnosable multiple personality disorder based on human/demon ancestry!

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Inuyasha opened the door to the bar and strolled inside. He was just in time to see Kagome shoot her tequila and begin to crumple toward the floor.

On reflex more than anything, he reached to catch her, saving the girl from plummeting to the ground off the high bar stool. As soon as Inuyasha's finger tips touched Kagome's skin, he felt a shock made up of memory's warmth and the longing he felt for her.

Kagome.

He hardly had time to recover, and the girl in his arms was turning and looking him in the eye.

"Speak of the devil," she slurred and went limp in his grasp.

Inuyasha cocked his head to one side, looking down at the upside-down Kagome. Her eyes were closed lightly, but in addition to smelling as though she had recently mated with a wolf demon, she also permeated the odor of alcohol.

Inuyasha was unable to ponder her long because before he knew it, Kagome was jostled out of his arms. Looking up he found himself staring into the eyes of a clearly angry woman.

I know her from somewhere, don't I? His mind raced back over the past three years, collecting and discarding images until he found the one that matched the face that was currently glaring at him. She had dated Miroku, a man he had once considered to be his best friend—before he started in with her—and now she was trying to take Kagome away from him. Or at least that was how it appeared to Inuyasha.

"What are you doing here?" Sango demanded. She grunted as she hauled Kagome's arm over her shoulders so she could support her as best as possible. Kagome came out of her faint enough to stand uncertainly on her own feet, but her head was still resting to the side.

"Shouldn't that be obvious?" Inuyasha snapped back, sizing Sango up. Returning his eyes to Kagome, he smiled lopsidedly. "She's still a lightweight?"

"If you consider the ginormous four shots she just had and the bottle of wine she polished off before we even got here, a lightweight, then I guess she is," snorted Sango. She hitched Kagome up a little farther to keep her from slipping. "Come on Kags, lets go," she muttered as she tried to move Kagome passed Inuyasha. The last person the drunken girl needed to see right now was the hanyou currently standing in the bar. She might not be over him, but it wasn't going to help matters if Inuyasha pulled a Kouga on her (or was it Kouga pulling a string of Inuyashas?): Kagome might not ever recover. Considering the string of thoughts she had just been having, Sango could not believe Inuyasha was there, now of all times. Maybe it was reflex out of habit, but Sango felt the deep seeded need to protect Kagome from Inuyasha. At least until she could determine how much of a threat the hanyou actually was.

However, the hanyou had every intention of stopping them, but Kagome beat him to it. Waking in blinding start, she stopped Sango's attempts to drag her to the door, "I don't want to go. I am perfectly fine." She pushed away from her friend and stood up straight, only to slouch forward into Inuyasha.

Shoving herself up, she blinked at him, as if seeing the hanyou for the first time. "What is this bar doing in you?" She asked innocently, her brows coming together in confusion.

Under other circumstances, Inuyasha would have laughed at her gaffe, but he had come here with a purpose and he had to get to it before Kagome passed out or was man handled away from him.

"Kagome, you remember me don't you?"

"'Course she does," Sango cut in. "You're the guy who slept with her and left her a week later."

"That's right," Kagome seconded Sango. She tottered from side to side for several heart beats, both on lookers ready to catch her at a moment's notice. Her small human hands latched onto the fabric of Inuyasha's shirt with a death grip that was sure to do damage to the material. "But I really miss you!" Kagome ended her words in a hail of laugher just as she snuggled into Inuyasha's chest. He looked questioningly over the top of Kagome's head at Sango who only shrugged and moved back to her bar stool. Though the brunette appeared to be concentrating on her water bottles, Inuyasha could tell she was keeping an eye on him.

Inuyasha followed suit, puling Kagome up into his lap, leaning her back against him and securing her with his arms. That lasted for all of five seconds as Kagome quickly wiggled out of his grip. Swirling on her heel to face him, Kagome grinned before she leaned into kiss him.

Sango gasped and stared, and Inuyasha wasn't anymore sure what to do. This was the reaction he had been hoping for when he started to track down Kagome, but not what he expected.

Well, she is really drunk—she tastes like a fucking tequila worm. He thought as he kissed her back. What? He was a guy after all, and no one had ever confused him with a gentleman.

In all honesty, Inuyasha had been expecting a scene involving him with his balls in a vice via Kagome's wrath while the girl in question stood over him, cackling.

Which is what you would have deserved.

He hadn't meant for what happened three years ago to happen. It was just, it had taken him so long to finally get Kagome to notice him, and then for her to actually like him, he hadn't wanted to spoil what little time they had together with the knowledge that he would be leaving soon hanging over both their heads. It was hard enough that he knew his parents were packing up and moving across the country. Inuyasha hadn't meant for things to go as far as they had, but he had been a stupid teenager. Not to mention a complete jack ass. He had never had a girlfriend he actually cared about, so he didn't know how to treat Kagome—or any other woman for that matter—with the respect she deserved.

Nonetheless, he liked to think he matured over the past three years and that he could take better care of Kagome this time around. He knew he owed it to her, if she would have him. Inuyasha hadn't meant to be the bastard he turned out to be, but had truly attempted to become a better hanyou. In exchange for him taking college classes, his father was sponsoring Inuyasha's fledgling martial arts school. Things were going so well, Inuyasha could open another branch in Tokyo where Kagome lived. He groomed himself more than he had in high school, brushing his teeth and hair more than once a week. In fact he bathed almost daily and did laundry when his clothes started to stink (as opposed to never). At the university, he joined a few clubs and actually listened to girls when they spoke to him, and as a result he had female friends who he did not call up for casual sex. Overall, he liked to think that he had become a better hanyou. One that wouldn't be a disappointment to Kagome when she finally met him sober.

Which is how he finally managed to push the intoxicated Kagome away from him and tried not to groan as she sloppily licked her lips.

The hanyou had every intention of giving her his number—programming it into her mobile if necessary—and telling her to call him when she was sober, but Kagome had other plans.

"I want to dance!" She declared, pushing him backward toward the dance floor.

Sango watched the two leave and ordered another water. It was going to be a long night, and Kagome was so going to owe her. Big time—she could just tell.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Four Hours Later…

Sango glared up at her friend as she danced on the bar. She was fairly certain that in Kagome's head the younger woman thought she was all that and a can of coke, shaking her ass like a girl out of the dated Coyote Ugly. Sadly, Kagome looked more like a drunken idiot than anything else.

And her hanyou savior was right up there with her, booty shaking, though oddly he was a better dancer than Kagome, not to mention sober.

In spite of Kagome's best efforts to force as much alcohol down his throat as possible.

At one point she had pinched Inuyasha's cheeks until his mouth opened and tried to shove an entire shot glass down this throat. Most of the vodka ended up on his shirt, but Inuyasha had taken it in stride and leaned in to kiss some liquor splatter off Kagome's lips.

Eyeing her collection of water bottles, Sango decided it was time for another trip to the little girl's room. Kagome seemed occupied enough; at least she wouldn't be going anywhere. Inuyasha still appeared to be the attention hungry guy he had been in high school, but Sango was almost willing to let him have a second chance with Kagome. She would need to see him in a different environment to be sure.

However safe she might have thought her friend to be, the instant Sango disappeared into the shadowed area of the bar, Kagome straightened up and leaped off the bar.

Or tried to. Thinking she was falling again, Inuyasha caught her in his arms before she hit the ground. They landed gracefully, Inuyasha holding Kagome bridal style. She looked at him with glazed but smiling eyes. Inuyasha couldn't help but return the grin.

Kagome's heart warmed at the upward hitching of his lips. "I want to get out of here. With you." She knew her mind was a blurry haze of alcohol and adrenaline from being near him again, but she felt so good it was hard to care. She felt so much better than when she had been with Kouga that Kagome was certain she was dreaming, or at least hallucinating Inuyasha and how perfect he acted. With all the alcohol she had poured down her throat that might not be too far from the truth.

Inuyasha hesitated for a moment. "Where would we go?" He gulped.

Is he…blushing? No. It has to be the lighting. "Your place," Kagome said smally, a faint blush of her own forming on her face. After all the things she had done with Kouga, she had thought she would never blush again.

But then she had never thought she would ever see Inuyasha again. It was funny, really, how quickly she had taken to him: it was like he had never left her. Much less leaving after sleeping with her without so much as his phone number. Yet, he was here, dancing with her, smelling damned good, and otherwise taking care of her.

Was she sure she wasn't delusional?

"Okay, we can go to my place, Kagome," Inuyasha said quietly in a way that made the girl certain he was nervous. What does he have to be nervous about?

Not giving her time to respond, Inuyasha carried Kagome out into the night.

A few minutes later, Sango returned to the bar to find it considerably quieter than when she left. Kagome and Inuyasha were nowhere in sight.

"Shit." Sango cursed. She wondered if her friend had even bothered to pay her bar tab before leaving.