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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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37
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Chapter Two
***IMPORTANT!!!!!! PLEASE pay attention to the dates!!! It’s the only way you’ll have any idea what’s going on later in the story!!!!! For example, the first section in this story takes place four months BEFORE chapter one. I really love the way the story is totally out of order, but it won’t do any good unless people actually pay attention to the dates.***
A/N: Once again, please respond! I put this one up so quickly because I didn’t feel like the first chapter is very good, so I figured I’d put up one and two at the same time. However, I don’t think this one is much better, even though I rearranged the order of it a little to make it less repetitive. I really hope it worked, but I’m not so sure if anyone at all will like this. The very last section is more to the tone of the story (that is to say angsty beyond belief) but it gets better, I promise! Please enjoy and review!
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~June 12, 2004. 8:l6 AM. Kagome.~
“Inuyasha,” Kagome began, needing to get the words out. She couldn’t look at him, and instead opted to pour herself cereal for her breakfast, as they both had to leave for work soon.
“Yeah?” He sounded…empty. As if his soul had deteriorated.
“I’m sorry about what I said last night,” she confessed truthfully. The last thing she needed was extra guilt.
“There’s no reason for you to be sorry Kagome.” He leaned against the counter next to her, and she finally found the strength to turn to him.
“But there is. I didn’t mean it, I really didn’t.”
“Kagome, don’t worry about it. It’s fine, even if you did mean it. I deserve your blame.”
She shook her head emphatically. “It’s not like that. Inuyasha…I love you. That will never change. I just hate that I got hurt because of it.”
“I hate it too.”
“But I do love you. You believe that, don’t you?” she gently touched his cheeks.
“I believe you.” He cupped the back of her hand and pressed his cheek against it.
“I’m just going to have some trouble expressing that. I just…it’s just hard to go on right now.”
“I know.”
~May 14, 2004. 4:12 AM. Inuyasha.~
Inuyasha stumbled into the bedroom and collapsed onto his bed. Kagome, waiting for him as always, was already awake, and, with a groan, levered herself up to her elbows.
“Inuyasha?”
Inuyasha’s jaw clenched and it took all his strength to crawl over to Kagome and run a clawed hand through her silken, sleep-disheveled hair. His breath was ragged as he leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“Are you alright?” she asked tentatively, touching at his chest, seeking comfort.
He nodded, not sure if she could see the gesture in the dark. He managed to gather her in his arms, ignore the pain needling up his leg from his shattered ankle and the sharp, squeezing, suffocating pressure of his crushed ribs. “Everything will be better in the morning,” he rasped, and placed his hand over her stomach.
“You’re just in time. He’s restless,” she told him softly, and put her hands over his to hold it to her skin.
Sure enough, after only a few seconds, Inuyasha could feel the faint fluttering of an elbow, or maybe a foot against his hand. He let out a deep breath and pulled Kagome closer. Soft lips pressed against her temple, and he grinned hugely at the feeling of his unborn son under his fingers.
“Inuyasha, you look half dead. What happened tonight?”
“Nothing too horrible,” he told her, trying in vain to be comforting. “A few broken bones and, to be honest, I think I may have a concussion.”
“What?!” Kagome tried to sit up in bed, but Inuyasha held her down gently.
“Shh, just stay with me, koishii.”
“Inuyasha, if you have a concussion, you can’t go to sleep. You should go to a hospital! What if-”
“Kagome,” he whispered, interrupting, “calm down. I won’t sleep, I promise. You, on the other hand, need your rest.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but Inuyasha beat her to it.
“No, Kagome, you need sleep, and that’s final. I’ll be fine, but not unless I know that you’re getting enough sleep for the both of you. Okay?”
“I hate this, you know.”
Inuyasha did know. He knew exactly what she was talking about. “So do I.”
She pouted grumpily. “Anyway, it’s not like I can sleep with your son assaulting my kidneys. He has your temper.”
He grinned at her and kissed her cheek. “Sleep,” he urged.
Rolling her eyes, she tucked herself closely against him and Inuyasha contented himself with the sound of Kagome’s relaxed breaths and his son’s continued flurry of appendages. Inuyasha grinned and poked Kagome’s stomach. What he recognized as a tiny fist appeared a second later in the same spot.
“Stop encouraging him,” Kagome scolded. “The last thing he needs to learn is that beating his mother is a sport.”
Inuyasha chuckled and said, “But it’s so fun,” but gave in and rested his hand softly over her navel.
It took a while, but he felt her drifting off in his arms, and soon the tiny life inside Kagome stilled as well.
~April 14, 2004. 5:13 PM. Kagome.~
Kagome smiled as she watched from a slight crack between the blinds of the window as Inuyasha’s class of eight year old boys bowed to him with all respect and retired to the walls to put on their shoes, laughing and bragging about what they’d learned.
Anyone who could manage to gain the respect of a roomful of fifteen whining, bratty, pokémon-obsessed eight year old boys deserved a medal. Truly, it was impressive. And Inuyasha practically had those kids eating out of the palm of his hand. The sight brought her to wrap her arms around her stomach. She smoothed a hand lovingly over her navel.
Moving away from the window now that class was over, Kagome opened the door and slipped inside.
Inuyasha was knelt down, talking to one of the boys, giving him last-minute pointers. The boy nodded emphatically, and went to find his shoes, punching at something only he could see as he went, and nearly knocking himself off balance as he did.
As Inuyasha straightened, he must have noticed her scent through the myriad of others in the room, and whipped around to see her standing in the doorway.
His face burst into a smile, and suddenly she was in his arms, feet solidly off the ground, and pressed very tightly against Inuyasha.
“You said you wouldn’t be back in town for another two days,” he reminded her, not bothering to set her back onto her feet.
She beamed at him, gleeful that her surprise had worked out. “It started raining so hard that we ended the trip early. Our tent was about to float away, so I thought I’d surprise you.
”
He grinned, ignoring the chorus of “oooh”s and useless taunts that had begun. “I’m glad you did.”
The boys, feeling brave, decided to be more aggressive, and the taunting turned into insults. One glare from Inuyasha, who then gently set Kagome down and reprimanded the boys for being disrespectful, had them hanging their heads in shame.
“You’re dismissed, boys.”
Inuyasha shut the door after the last of them, then turned to look at her with a mischievous expression.
She sidled up to him, and then she was in his arms again.
~April 15, 2004 (barely). 12:55 AM. Inuyasha.~
“Goddamn it!” Inuyasha cursed loudly.
This was not a good time. Kagome groaned, frustrated. “Ignore it.” She leaned up and kissed him, hands gliding over the smooth skin of his back. For a moment, Inuyasha acquiesced. He moved his hand from her bare back to the bed beside her shoulder to support himself so he could put more pressure into the kiss. His cell phone kept ringing.
The sound was stabbing into his sensitive ears. With a growl he jerked away and made to grab it off the bedside table, but his hand missed entirely when Kagome bit gently at the nape of his neck, followed by a scorching kiss over the same place.
He groaned and returned his hand to her side, tracing along the perfect skin.
Finally, blessedly, the phone stopped ringing. With a sigh, Inuyasha’s hand slid along her thigh and pulled it up beside his hip.
“Kagome,” he moaned, and kissed at one of his favorite spots on her body, the dip her collarbones created where they came together at the base of her neck.
She mewled and shifted beneath him, her hands gripping at his sides as her back arched.
And then the phone started ringing again.
With a vicious growl, he grabbed the cursed little machine.
“Inuyasha,” Kagome whined, and licked a little at his shoulder.
“Just a second,” he panted, and hit the talk button. “What?” he barked. He couldn’t stop his hand from playing along her very large, round stomach. She shivered and giggled. He loved her reactions to his slightest touch.
“Where the hell are you?”
Inuyasha groaned. “Miroku, what the fuck do you want? I’m kind of busy.”
“Inuyasha, if you’re not at the buss station within five minutes, Naraku is going to have both of us castrated so you won’t be late again. And if he doesn’t kill you, I swear to god, I will.”
“What?” Inuyasha grunted. Kagome’s fingernails were scratching at the sides of his abdomen, and, combined with the feeling of her foot running along his calf, and her lips caressing the underside of his chin, he was barely hearing a word Miroku was saying.
Miroku sighed. “Inuyasha, get your horny ass out of bed right now, or Naraku will kill her so you won’t have any more excuses.”
That snapped Inuyasha out of his Kagome-induced stupor. He gulped. “Where are you?”
“At the buss station near the library. Exactly where you were supposed to meet me ten minutes ago. We’ve got to get this started within the next three minutes, or we’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
“I’ll be there in two.” He hung up the phone.
Kagome was already glaring at him. “You’ll be where, exactly?”
“Miroku’s having some kind of fucking crisis. I’ve gotta go over there.”
~Kagome~
“Now? Since when have you ever been the chivalrous, helpful type, especially when it’s at an inconvenient time?”
“Kagome, I’d love to stay and argue this with you,” he said, already sliding out of bed, “but I can’t. I’m really sorry, but I have to go take care of this.” Taking advantage of his hanyou speed, he was already pulling on pants and grabbing his shirt.
“You’re just going to leave? Now?”
“I have to. Believe me, I don’t want to, but-”
“So don’t! I feel that it may be pointless to mention this, but we were kind of in the middle of something, in case you didn’t notice.”
“I noticed, Kagome,” he said, wrapping a hand around the side of her neck and pressing a quick kiss to her lips, then ducked down and pressed another above her navel as his hand caressed her rounded belly, “but there’s nothing I can do. Get some sleep.” He was striding out the bedroom door, shoes somehow securely on his feet through some move Kagome had missed.
“When will you be back?” she asked, pulling the sheet off the bed and wrapping it around herself.
“I’m not sure. Like I said, get some sleep.”
Kagome jogged down the hallway in time to see him opening the front door to their little house. “Inuyasha!”
Pausing, he looked back at her. “What is it?” he asked, tenderness in his voice.
“I…I love you.”
He streaked across the small room and, with a quick caress to her cheek, kissed her once, softly.
“I wish you didn’t have to go.”
“So do I.” He was back at the door, looking at her soulfully. “Love you, koishii.”
Kagome found herself smiling slightly as she ran to the door after it slammed shut. She just saw a streak of silver as Inuyasha quickly got up to full speed before disappearing from her sight in a split second.
There was absolutely no way for Kagome to track where he was going. She couldn’t keep up with him in a car, not in the overcrowded streets of Tokyo, and even if the roads were completely clear (which was like saying that maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to afford that car for her birthday that she’d wanted since she was a kid, the one that cost more than she got paid in a decade) there was no way Kagome could get dressed and into the car in time to see where he’d gone.
So she was in the dark. She also happened to hate it.
There was only one thing she could do: buckle down and wait.
After half an hour, Kagome was sure that Inuyasha hadn’t gone to Miroku’s. He’d gone wherever it was that he went every night. He’d gone off to be mysterious, to lead a part of his life about which Kagome knew nothing.
Kagome was no control freak, but she didn’t like the fact that at least a couple hours of each of her boyfriend’s day was spent doing something mysterious, which was somehow more important than staying with her, the night after she’d come back from a two-week long camping trip with Sango, and…well…finishing what they’d started.
Kagome picked up the phone and called Sango’s cell, to see if Inuyasha actually was over there, but Sango’s cell was off. Like Inuyasha’s should have been, Kagome thought angrily.
This would be the last night Kagome sat waiting in the dark for Inuyasha to come home. This time she would find out what was happening.
~Inuyasha~
Inuyasha gulped, coming face to face with a very pissed-off looking Kagome. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in floppy flannel pajamas, looking adorable. Scary, but adorable.
“Where the hell were you?” she hissed.
He gave her a funny look. “I told you, I was at Miroku’s.” This was not good. The bad vibes were simply pouring off her.
“Stop lying. I want to know why you leave for hours at a time every night. It’s four-forty in the morning, Inuyasha. Ever since I moved in more than three months ago, you’ve been…it’s like you’re avoiding spending a whole night with me. Is that it? Jesus, Inuyasha, if something’s wrong between us you have to tell me what it is.”
“No, Kagome, don’t think that. It has nothing at all to do with us.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s nothing Kagome.”
“That’s not going to cut it. I need you to be honest with me.”
Inuyasha sighed. “Lemme squeeze in a shower, and we’ll talk, okay? I’m beat.”
She nodded acceptingly, but she was still frowning.
“Uh…planning on joining me, Kagome?” he asked when she followed him into the bathroom.
“Maybe,” she said slyly, slipping around him. “I’m mad as hell at you for going wherever it is that you go, but how could I turn down an invitation to shower with you?”
Inuyasha grinned, and went to turn on the shower as she flicked on the light.
“Inuyasha…what the hell happened to you?” she gasped.
He turned to see her staring at him with terrified eyes.
“Kagome?”
When he took a step towards her, she retreated a step.
The fear radiated off her in overpowering waves. “What is it?”
When Kagome rushed forward, tugging at his shirt, he realized that he was still coated in blood, as always. Naraku loved sending horrible, gory messages.
Kagome succeeded in pulling his shirt over his head, and inspected every inch of his torso for a wound that could give so much blood.
Then comprehension dawned, and she realized that it wasn’t his.
Inuyasha swallowed roughly as he watched her back away from him. Her recoiling was cut short by her back coming into contact with the sink. Her trembling hands clenched the edge of the sink, and Inuyasha realized that the fear currently coming off her was no longer for him, but of him. For the first time since he had met her, Kagome was afraid of him.
“Kagome,” he choked out on a whisper. “Kagome, it’s not…”
She shook her head frantically. “Get in the shower,” she whispered.
Inuyasha’s brows creased, and he reached out for her. “Kagome, calm down. You know you shouldn’t get overexcited. Think of the-”
“Get in the shower!” she shrieked. “I can’t stand seeing you like that!”
His arm dropped to his side, and, turning, he flipped off his shoes. He would do whatever she asked right now. He just didn’t want her to be afraid of him, and he didn’t want her getting more upset. He heard her slip out of the bathroom as he unbuttoned his pants.
Inuyasha scrubbed himself quickly, robotically removing all the blood, going through a procedure he’d been performing for years. When he was clean, he cut off the shower and dressed again in sweatpants and went to look for Kagome, who wasn’t in their bedroom. A quick search of the house, along with the aid of his nose, told him that she’d locked herself in the other bathroom, the only other room in the house that had a lock.
“Kagome,” he called softly, and tapped on the door.
“Just go away!” she yelled, fear and anger etched into her voice.
“Kagome, let me in. We need to talk.”
“Go away!”
He could hear her sobbing. His hand clenched around the doorknob, and, without thinking, he jerked the knob sharply, and the lock broke. The door swung open, useless now, and he saw Kagome sitting on the closed toilet seat, hugging her large stomach, crying into her knees.
In two strides he had his arms wrapped around her, and he could feel how her whole body shook.
“Kagome, I’m sorry,” he apologized truthfully. “I’m sorry.”
Through a break in her cries, she told him wretchedly, “You’re a killer! You take people’s lives! I don’t know you at all.”
~June 10, 2004. 6:18 PM. Inuyasha~
“K-Kagome?”
Oh Gods, she was here. She was back in their home, facing him, tears already on her face. After half an agonizing week of no contact since she got out of the hospital, of being unable to eat or sleep or do anything but imagine how much she must hate him, wondering if it could possibly compare to how much he loathed himself.
She burst into sobs. “Inuyasha!” She stood to come to him, but he was faster, sprinting across the small room and taking her solidly into his arms.
“Kagome…oh god, Kagome, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.” He muttered the same words over and over into her hair. His voice was cracking and his limbs were quaking. She was clinging to him as if her life depended on it.
“I couldn’t do it!” she wailed, tears blurring her eyes and wetting Inuyasha’s shirt. “I tried so hard to stay away, because I knew that…that your life…it could only possibly hurt me more. But I can’t!”
Inuyasha’s arms went slack, and he fell limply to his knees. He was at eyelevel with her stomach, and it sent a wave of tears spilling down his cheeks. “Kagome… Kagome…”
Kagome dropped to her knees to join him. “Inuyasha, please, I came back because I need you. I need you to be here for me. Every night, in my sleep, I…I hear him crying for me, and…”
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A/N: I really don’t know if anyone will like this, but the rest of the story gets better, like I said. Anyway, I put it up because I actually like the way it came out in the end, and I thought it was something pretty original. So, enjoy and please review.
~Schrodinger’s Cat
A/N: Once again, please respond! I put this one up so quickly because I didn’t feel like the first chapter is very good, so I figured I’d put up one and two at the same time. However, I don’t think this one is much better, even though I rearranged the order of it a little to make it less repetitive. I really hope it worked, but I’m not so sure if anyone at all will like this. The very last section is more to the tone of the story (that is to say angsty beyond belief) but it gets better, I promise! Please enjoy and review!
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~June 12, 2004. 8:l6 AM. Kagome.~
“Inuyasha,” Kagome began, needing to get the words out. She couldn’t look at him, and instead opted to pour herself cereal for her breakfast, as they both had to leave for work soon.
“Yeah?” He sounded…empty. As if his soul had deteriorated.
“I’m sorry about what I said last night,” she confessed truthfully. The last thing she needed was extra guilt.
“There’s no reason for you to be sorry Kagome.” He leaned against the counter next to her, and she finally found the strength to turn to him.
“But there is. I didn’t mean it, I really didn’t.”
“Kagome, don’t worry about it. It’s fine, even if you did mean it. I deserve your blame.”
She shook her head emphatically. “It’s not like that. Inuyasha…I love you. That will never change. I just hate that I got hurt because of it.”
“I hate it too.”
“But I do love you. You believe that, don’t you?” she gently touched his cheeks.
“I believe you.” He cupped the back of her hand and pressed his cheek against it.
“I’m just going to have some trouble expressing that. I just…it’s just hard to go on right now.”
“I know.”
~May 14, 2004. 4:12 AM. Inuyasha.~
Inuyasha stumbled into the bedroom and collapsed onto his bed. Kagome, waiting for him as always, was already awake, and, with a groan, levered herself up to her elbows.
“Inuyasha?”
Inuyasha’s jaw clenched and it took all his strength to crawl over to Kagome and run a clawed hand through her silken, sleep-disheveled hair. His breath was ragged as he leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“Are you alright?” she asked tentatively, touching at his chest, seeking comfort.
He nodded, not sure if she could see the gesture in the dark. He managed to gather her in his arms, ignore the pain needling up his leg from his shattered ankle and the sharp, squeezing, suffocating pressure of his crushed ribs. “Everything will be better in the morning,” he rasped, and placed his hand over her stomach.
“You’re just in time. He’s restless,” she told him softly, and put her hands over his to hold it to her skin.
Sure enough, after only a few seconds, Inuyasha could feel the faint fluttering of an elbow, or maybe a foot against his hand. He let out a deep breath and pulled Kagome closer. Soft lips pressed against her temple, and he grinned hugely at the feeling of his unborn son under his fingers.
“Inuyasha, you look half dead. What happened tonight?”
“Nothing too horrible,” he told her, trying in vain to be comforting. “A few broken bones and, to be honest, I think I may have a concussion.”
“What?!” Kagome tried to sit up in bed, but Inuyasha held her down gently.
“Shh, just stay with me, koishii.”
“Inuyasha, if you have a concussion, you can’t go to sleep. You should go to a hospital! What if-”
“Kagome,” he whispered, interrupting, “calm down. I won’t sleep, I promise. You, on the other hand, need your rest.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but Inuyasha beat her to it.
“No, Kagome, you need sleep, and that’s final. I’ll be fine, but not unless I know that you’re getting enough sleep for the both of you. Okay?”
“I hate this, you know.”
Inuyasha did know. He knew exactly what she was talking about. “So do I.”
She pouted grumpily. “Anyway, it’s not like I can sleep with your son assaulting my kidneys. He has your temper.”
He grinned at her and kissed her cheek. “Sleep,” he urged.
Rolling her eyes, she tucked herself closely against him and Inuyasha contented himself with the sound of Kagome’s relaxed breaths and his son’s continued flurry of appendages. Inuyasha grinned and poked Kagome’s stomach. What he recognized as a tiny fist appeared a second later in the same spot.
“Stop encouraging him,” Kagome scolded. “The last thing he needs to learn is that beating his mother is a sport.”
Inuyasha chuckled and said, “But it’s so fun,” but gave in and rested his hand softly over her navel.
It took a while, but he felt her drifting off in his arms, and soon the tiny life inside Kagome stilled as well.
~April 14, 2004. 5:13 PM. Kagome.~
Kagome smiled as she watched from a slight crack between the blinds of the window as Inuyasha’s class of eight year old boys bowed to him with all respect and retired to the walls to put on their shoes, laughing and bragging about what they’d learned.
Anyone who could manage to gain the respect of a roomful of fifteen whining, bratty, pokémon-obsessed eight year old boys deserved a medal. Truly, it was impressive. And Inuyasha practically had those kids eating out of the palm of his hand. The sight brought her to wrap her arms around her stomach. She smoothed a hand lovingly over her navel.
Moving away from the window now that class was over, Kagome opened the door and slipped inside.
Inuyasha was knelt down, talking to one of the boys, giving him last-minute pointers. The boy nodded emphatically, and went to find his shoes, punching at something only he could see as he went, and nearly knocking himself off balance as he did.
As Inuyasha straightened, he must have noticed her scent through the myriad of others in the room, and whipped around to see her standing in the doorway.
His face burst into a smile, and suddenly she was in his arms, feet solidly off the ground, and pressed very tightly against Inuyasha.
“You said you wouldn’t be back in town for another two days,” he reminded her, not bothering to set her back onto her feet.
She beamed at him, gleeful that her surprise had worked out. “It started raining so hard that we ended the trip early. Our tent was about to float away, so I thought I’d surprise you.
”
He grinned, ignoring the chorus of “oooh”s and useless taunts that had begun. “I’m glad you did.”
The boys, feeling brave, decided to be more aggressive, and the taunting turned into insults. One glare from Inuyasha, who then gently set Kagome down and reprimanded the boys for being disrespectful, had them hanging their heads in shame.
“You’re dismissed, boys.”
Inuyasha shut the door after the last of them, then turned to look at her with a mischievous expression.
She sidled up to him, and then she was in his arms again.
~April 15, 2004 (barely). 12:55 AM. Inuyasha.~
“Goddamn it!” Inuyasha cursed loudly.
This was not a good time. Kagome groaned, frustrated. “Ignore it.” She leaned up and kissed him, hands gliding over the smooth skin of his back. For a moment, Inuyasha acquiesced. He moved his hand from her bare back to the bed beside her shoulder to support himself so he could put more pressure into the kiss. His cell phone kept ringing.
The sound was stabbing into his sensitive ears. With a growl he jerked away and made to grab it off the bedside table, but his hand missed entirely when Kagome bit gently at the nape of his neck, followed by a scorching kiss over the same place.
He groaned and returned his hand to her side, tracing along the perfect skin.
Finally, blessedly, the phone stopped ringing. With a sigh, Inuyasha’s hand slid along her thigh and pulled it up beside his hip.
“Kagome,” he moaned, and kissed at one of his favorite spots on her body, the dip her collarbones created where they came together at the base of her neck.
She mewled and shifted beneath him, her hands gripping at his sides as her back arched.
And then the phone started ringing again.
With a vicious growl, he grabbed the cursed little machine.
“Inuyasha,” Kagome whined, and licked a little at his shoulder.
“Just a second,” he panted, and hit the talk button. “What?” he barked. He couldn’t stop his hand from playing along her very large, round stomach. She shivered and giggled. He loved her reactions to his slightest touch.
“Where the hell are you?”
Inuyasha groaned. “Miroku, what the fuck do you want? I’m kind of busy.”
“Inuyasha, if you’re not at the buss station within five minutes, Naraku is going to have both of us castrated so you won’t be late again. And if he doesn’t kill you, I swear to god, I will.”
“What?” Inuyasha grunted. Kagome’s fingernails were scratching at the sides of his abdomen, and, combined with the feeling of her foot running along his calf, and her lips caressing the underside of his chin, he was barely hearing a word Miroku was saying.
Miroku sighed. “Inuyasha, get your horny ass out of bed right now, or Naraku will kill her so you won’t have any more excuses.”
That snapped Inuyasha out of his Kagome-induced stupor. He gulped. “Where are you?”
“At the buss station near the library. Exactly where you were supposed to meet me ten minutes ago. We’ve got to get this started within the next three minutes, or we’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
“I’ll be there in two.” He hung up the phone.
Kagome was already glaring at him. “You’ll be where, exactly?”
“Miroku’s having some kind of fucking crisis. I’ve gotta go over there.”
~Kagome~
“Now? Since when have you ever been the chivalrous, helpful type, especially when it’s at an inconvenient time?”
“Kagome, I’d love to stay and argue this with you,” he said, already sliding out of bed, “but I can’t. I’m really sorry, but I have to go take care of this.” Taking advantage of his hanyou speed, he was already pulling on pants and grabbing his shirt.
“You’re just going to leave? Now?”
“I have to. Believe me, I don’t want to, but-”
“So don’t! I feel that it may be pointless to mention this, but we were kind of in the middle of something, in case you didn’t notice.”
“I noticed, Kagome,” he said, wrapping a hand around the side of her neck and pressing a quick kiss to her lips, then ducked down and pressed another above her navel as his hand caressed her rounded belly, “but there’s nothing I can do. Get some sleep.” He was striding out the bedroom door, shoes somehow securely on his feet through some move Kagome had missed.
“When will you be back?” she asked, pulling the sheet off the bed and wrapping it around herself.
“I’m not sure. Like I said, get some sleep.”
Kagome jogged down the hallway in time to see him opening the front door to their little house. “Inuyasha!”
Pausing, he looked back at her. “What is it?” he asked, tenderness in his voice.
“I…I love you.”
He streaked across the small room and, with a quick caress to her cheek, kissed her once, softly.
“I wish you didn’t have to go.”
“So do I.” He was back at the door, looking at her soulfully. “Love you, koishii.”
Kagome found herself smiling slightly as she ran to the door after it slammed shut. She just saw a streak of silver as Inuyasha quickly got up to full speed before disappearing from her sight in a split second.
There was absolutely no way for Kagome to track where he was going. She couldn’t keep up with him in a car, not in the overcrowded streets of Tokyo, and even if the roads were completely clear (which was like saying that maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to afford that car for her birthday that she’d wanted since she was a kid, the one that cost more than she got paid in a decade) there was no way Kagome could get dressed and into the car in time to see where he’d gone.
So she was in the dark. She also happened to hate it.
There was only one thing she could do: buckle down and wait.
After half an hour, Kagome was sure that Inuyasha hadn’t gone to Miroku’s. He’d gone wherever it was that he went every night. He’d gone off to be mysterious, to lead a part of his life about which Kagome knew nothing.
Kagome was no control freak, but she didn’t like the fact that at least a couple hours of each of her boyfriend’s day was spent doing something mysterious, which was somehow more important than staying with her, the night after she’d come back from a two-week long camping trip with Sango, and…well…finishing what they’d started.
Kagome picked up the phone and called Sango’s cell, to see if Inuyasha actually was over there, but Sango’s cell was off. Like Inuyasha’s should have been, Kagome thought angrily.
This would be the last night Kagome sat waiting in the dark for Inuyasha to come home. This time she would find out what was happening.
~Inuyasha~
Inuyasha gulped, coming face to face with a very pissed-off looking Kagome. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in floppy flannel pajamas, looking adorable. Scary, but adorable.
“Where the hell were you?” she hissed.
He gave her a funny look. “I told you, I was at Miroku’s.” This was not good. The bad vibes were simply pouring off her.
“Stop lying. I want to know why you leave for hours at a time every night. It’s four-forty in the morning, Inuyasha. Ever since I moved in more than three months ago, you’ve been…it’s like you’re avoiding spending a whole night with me. Is that it? Jesus, Inuyasha, if something’s wrong between us you have to tell me what it is.”
“No, Kagome, don’t think that. It has nothing at all to do with us.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s nothing Kagome.”
“That’s not going to cut it. I need you to be honest with me.”
Inuyasha sighed. “Lemme squeeze in a shower, and we’ll talk, okay? I’m beat.”
She nodded acceptingly, but she was still frowning.
“Uh…planning on joining me, Kagome?” he asked when she followed him into the bathroom.
“Maybe,” she said slyly, slipping around him. “I’m mad as hell at you for going wherever it is that you go, but how could I turn down an invitation to shower with you?”
Inuyasha grinned, and went to turn on the shower as she flicked on the light.
“Inuyasha…what the hell happened to you?” she gasped.
He turned to see her staring at him with terrified eyes.
“Kagome?”
When he took a step towards her, she retreated a step.
The fear radiated off her in overpowering waves. “What is it?”
When Kagome rushed forward, tugging at his shirt, he realized that he was still coated in blood, as always. Naraku loved sending horrible, gory messages.
Kagome succeeded in pulling his shirt over his head, and inspected every inch of his torso for a wound that could give so much blood.
Then comprehension dawned, and she realized that it wasn’t his.
Inuyasha swallowed roughly as he watched her back away from him. Her recoiling was cut short by her back coming into contact with the sink. Her trembling hands clenched the edge of the sink, and Inuyasha realized that the fear currently coming off her was no longer for him, but of him. For the first time since he had met her, Kagome was afraid of him.
“Kagome,” he choked out on a whisper. “Kagome, it’s not…”
She shook her head frantically. “Get in the shower,” she whispered.
Inuyasha’s brows creased, and he reached out for her. “Kagome, calm down. You know you shouldn’t get overexcited. Think of the-”
“Get in the shower!” she shrieked. “I can’t stand seeing you like that!”
His arm dropped to his side, and, turning, he flipped off his shoes. He would do whatever she asked right now. He just didn’t want her to be afraid of him, and he didn’t want her getting more upset. He heard her slip out of the bathroom as he unbuttoned his pants.
Inuyasha scrubbed himself quickly, robotically removing all the blood, going through a procedure he’d been performing for years. When he was clean, he cut off the shower and dressed again in sweatpants and went to look for Kagome, who wasn’t in their bedroom. A quick search of the house, along with the aid of his nose, told him that she’d locked herself in the other bathroom, the only other room in the house that had a lock.
“Kagome,” he called softly, and tapped on the door.
“Just go away!” she yelled, fear and anger etched into her voice.
“Kagome, let me in. We need to talk.”
“Go away!”
He could hear her sobbing. His hand clenched around the doorknob, and, without thinking, he jerked the knob sharply, and the lock broke. The door swung open, useless now, and he saw Kagome sitting on the closed toilet seat, hugging her large stomach, crying into her knees.
In two strides he had his arms wrapped around her, and he could feel how her whole body shook.
“Kagome, I’m sorry,” he apologized truthfully. “I’m sorry.”
Through a break in her cries, she told him wretchedly, “You’re a killer! You take people’s lives! I don’t know you at all.”
~June 10, 2004. 6:18 PM. Inuyasha~
“K-Kagome?”
Oh Gods, she was here. She was back in their home, facing him, tears already on her face. After half an agonizing week of no contact since she got out of the hospital, of being unable to eat or sleep or do anything but imagine how much she must hate him, wondering if it could possibly compare to how much he loathed himself.
She burst into sobs. “Inuyasha!” She stood to come to him, but he was faster, sprinting across the small room and taking her solidly into his arms.
“Kagome…oh god, Kagome, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.” He muttered the same words over and over into her hair. His voice was cracking and his limbs were quaking. She was clinging to him as if her life depended on it.
“I couldn’t do it!” she wailed, tears blurring her eyes and wetting Inuyasha’s shirt. “I tried so hard to stay away, because I knew that…that your life…it could only possibly hurt me more. But I can’t!”
Inuyasha’s arms went slack, and he fell limply to his knees. He was at eyelevel with her stomach, and it sent a wave of tears spilling down his cheeks. “Kagome… Kagome…”
Kagome dropped to her knees to join him. “Inuyasha, please, I came back because I need you. I need you to be here for me. Every night, in my sleep, I…I hear him crying for me, and…”
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A/N: I really don’t know if anyone will like this, but the rest of the story gets better, like I said. Anyway, I put it up because I actually like the way it came out in the end, and I thought it was something pretty original. So, enjoy and please review.
~Schrodinger’s Cat