The Past Changes the Future

Kagome returned with the hot chocolate and everyone settled into their favorite places. Inuyasha in his chair, the kids sprawled out on the floor and Kagome on the couch.

He glanced at Kagome and readied himself for a story of epic proportions. A story so bizarre that he was sure his kids wouldn’t believe half of it, but this was the story of how he met their mother and he wouldn’t skimp on the details.

He beckoned Kagome to join him and help him tell the story. She obliged willingly. She nestled beside him in the overstuffed oversized chair and waited anxiously for him to begin.

“It started seven years ago…”

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The day had been perfect. The sky was cloudless; the breeze nice and warm, the only thing he was missing was the woman he loved. He glanced around the shrine, took in the sights. He wasn’t a regular visitor to the shrine, for the villagers feared him. He wasn’t too fond of them either.

His whole life was based on prejudice. Humans and demons a like wanted nothing to do with; actually, they wanted him dead. Many times, they tried. One after another would chase him through the forest he had claimed his home and one after another he would elude them. Always escaping. Always running.

He was tired of running and hiding from a heritage that he did not ask to be born of. When he finally met her, a priestess shrouded with sadness, and compassion unrivaled. Her beauty was nothing he had ever seen before, and for days, he silently followed her about the forest. Until the day, she felt his presence, a day that would lead him through heartache he would never know.

“Come out!” she demanded, her voice stern. “I know you’re there.”

“Feh, I’m not coming out.” he all but groaned. He heard footsteps and tightened his back to the tree. The bark bit but he didn’t notice. All he could concentrate on was her soft footsteps.

“Don’t make me shoot you.”

He chanced a glance around the tree and saw her poised with a bow and arrow aimed straight at him.

“Do you really think that measly weapon will hurt me?” His voice was laced with acid because this was a situation he always found himself in. he had hoped she would be different, but he was wrong. She was nothing more than a heartless bitch. A bitch just like the rest of them and she wanted him dead.

He watched as she pulled the bow taught, her arm quivered with the exertion. He only had a moment to react when she released the arrow and a blue purifying light whizzed by his head.

‘That was close,’ he thought, breathing hard. ‘Too close.’

He heard her shift again and he knew she was notching another arrow. He didn’t want to take the chance of being hit with a purified arrow so he leapt, silently, to the ground. He smirked inwardly at her expression.
Her mouth was agape and her body tense with fear. For a priestess she was a coward.

“What are you demon?”

“Half-demon to be exact.” He retorted.

“Well, half-demon be on your way.”

“Or what?” he goaded.

She notched another arrow, the same one she disarmed when he leapt from the tree. “I will shoot you, and take my word, I don’t miss.”

It was an idle threat. She was not capable of killing him, for reasons unbeknownst to him. Either way though he was thankful that he would live to see tomorrow.

He dropped to the ground in a boneless crouch and waited. He just knew she wouldn’t release the arrow, or would she? He continued to wait, watching her with intense golden eyes. And just as he predicted she put down her weapon and sat next to him.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Inuyasha.” he never took his eyes off her. She was ethereal and he was scared if he looked away, she would disappear. He didn’t think he could take the pain of losing her. Not now not ever. His heart ached.
Why was he feeling this way? Why did her presence mean that much to him? At the moment he couldn’t answer the questions barreling through his mind, the only thing he could do was be thankful she didn’t kill him.

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Inuyasha paused and took a sip of his hot chocolate. He didn’t want to talk about her, his first love, but it was part of the story. Kikyo was the reason Kagome meant so much more to him. He closed his eyes and absorbed the story so far. 500 years was a long time and it still felt so fresh.

Over time his love for Kikyo had faded for him, but for Kagome, his love, his wife, the mother of his children, it was still fresh. The wound was healing, but for her it had only been seven years and even the mentioning of her name brought her pain. He hated it.

“Who’s Kikyo?” Isamu asked.

Inuyasha felt Kagome tense. He rest a calming hand on her knee and squeezed reassuringly.

“She,” Kagome took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, “was your father’s first love.”

“You mean he was in love with someone else.” Kaori asked, tears filling her blue, gold-flaked eyes. Inuyasha was amazed at how much she looked like her mother. She had Kagome's facial features, she even had her build, but more importantly, she had her personality. She was fierce when she was passionate about something, and for her to learn that Kagome was not Inuyasha's first love had ripped her apart.

“That’s right. But baby believe me when I say this…”

“I did love her, Kaori, more than anyone could ever know, but when I met your mother I realized that my love for Kikyo was a different kind of love. Not to mention Kikyo did not love me like I thought she should…”

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The days went by and every day Inuyasha was with Kikyo. He followed her from a distance to keep her safe. She, of course, always knew he was there. They would exchange glances, or she would speak to him. It was an odd relationship considering what he had learned from the humans he had encountered. And his human instincts wanted what they had to deepen, but for some reason she would only keep him at arm’s length.

Day after day, he grew to love her, but she would not acquiesce. Did she love him? He wanted her to, but a nagging deep in his heart told him she didn’t. He was never sure until that fateful day when she asked him to do something he never thought was possible.

“Become human?” Inuyasha asked.

“Yes, I am in possession of the Shikon no Tama. It is extremely powerful and can grant a wish. And if you were to become a human, I could love you and be a normal girl.”

He was surprised at how bad those words stung ‘I could love you’. He knew then that she didn’t love him; well she didn’t love him as much, because he was a hanyou. A freak of nature that didn’t deserve to live in either the human or the demon world.

“Okay.” he muttered, but was he sure this is what he wanted. He didn’t know, all he knew is that she cared for him and if he was human, they could have a life together, and then he could have a normal life. That was enough to make him forget his father’s heritage. At least for now.

They planned and prepared for the day he would become a full-fledged human. He would meet her in two days at sunset to make a wish on this supposed magical jewel.

He had no way of knowing that that day would be the worst day of his life. It would change his entire life. Maybe he would have had a different decision if he knew she was caring for an evil, sinister man in a cave on the outskirts of the woods.

He always left Kikyo before sunset; he would make his way through the forest and pine for her. In his deepest soul, he needed her almost as much as he needed air. She accepted him for what he was no questions asked. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, she wanted him to be human, but he pushed those thoughts from his mind. He believed what he wanted to believe, he saw what he wanted to see, nothing more or nothing less.

After they made the pact to return to the shrine in two days time seemed to stop. The sun inched forward in the sky and Kikyo was nowhere in sight. He tried to look for her, followed her scent through the forest, but somewhere between her village and the old bone-eaters well he lost it. Which was odd, being an inu hanyou had its advantages and his sense of smell was one of them.

He didn’t mind the inhuman strength after all it had saved his ass several times when needed, but his sense of smell would pick up scents hours, even days old. That in itself saved his ass more than his strength did. But now that he couldn’t find Kikyo’s scent, he wasn’t so sure it was worth being a hanyou.

“She a priestess, maybe she put up some kind of barrier.” He was mumbling as he moved through the forest. “But why would she do that?” the ramblings continued, the wind picked up, and a sinister feeling made the hair on his neck stand up.

The wind became ominous, and just as it disappeared her scent reappeared. He looked left and right, behind, to the front nothing. Not hide nor hair of her, but the smell was getting stronger. He stopped moving, sniffed the air, and zeroed in on the pleasant smell that was her. She was coming in from the left. As if by magic, the inky blackness separated and Kikyo stepped from the cloak.

She looked worn and haggard. Her lush hair laid limply down her back. She looked as if she slaved for hours in the hot sun, but it was just before dawn.

Her brows were drawn together in contemplation. Inuyasha had never seen her like this, he thought hard about taking her into his arms. He thought better of it; instead, he jumped into the branches of the nearest tree and waited for her to pass. He just knew she would sense him but when she walked by, he knew she was preoccupied. About what, he wasn’t sure. But he would find out at some point.

He let her make her way to the village before he moved from high perch. Tomorrow was the day and he didn’t want to upset her. There would be time for explanations another day.

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Inuyasha stretched and gazed into the eyes of his three kids. They stared at him with big innocent eyes, and he regretted doing what he had to do.

“Okay, that’s it for tonight.” He glanced at the spent fire, then to the clock above the mantle. His eyes widened at the time the hands displayed. “It’s way past your bed time.”

The groans from earlier returned, the bickering started. They begged and pleaded to hear more of the story. Isamu even attempted a tantrum to get his way.

Kagome on the other hand was having none of that and she jumped to her feet. “Isamu, if you don’t stop that right now, I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Her stern voice snapped their oldest son from his fit. He sat up straight, wiped the tears from his cheeks, and nodded at his mother’s command.

Inuyasha knew Kagome hated being the bad guy, and as hard headed, stubborn, and bossy Inuyasha could be, he was not match for three kids.

“Now, get up, give me a hug, and go to bed.”

After they finally managed to get the kids to bed, Inuyasha draped an arm over his wife’s shoulders and led her to their own bedroom. He felt guilty for bringing Kikyo up after all these years and he planned to make sure his wife knew she was the only one meant for him.

He quietly closed the door behind them and dimmed the overhead light. The small stereo on the table came to life when he hit the power button on the remote, and ‘I’ll Make Love to You’ drifted from the speakers.

‘Perfect,’ Inuyasha thought, moving across the room to his wife. He wrapped his strong arms around her and pressed his chest to her back. The tension that was previously in her body slid away and she rested the back of her head on his shoulder.

Moving on hand from her stomach, he pushed the hair from the left side of her neck, lowered his head, and placed hot open-mouthed kisses. Her pulse raced and a soft appreciating moan left her lips. He continued his ministrations up her neck to her jaw before finally stopping behind her ear.

“I’m sorry.” His hot breath sent chills down Kagome's body and she turned in his arms.

Blue met amber, and Inuyasha knew the hunger in her eyes meant she wasn’t angry. No, she was hungry, hungry for him. Her delicate hands slid slowly up his t-shirt clad back to the back of his head. Then her fingers tangled themselves in his thick mane and pulled his face to hers.

Their lips met. Their hands explored every inch of each other’s bodies. Hearts thumped excitedly.
Kagome broke the kiss to pull Inuyasha's shirt over his head. Her hands moved to the fly of his pants and slowly, expertly undid the button fly. Her left hand moved from the waist of his pants and sensually moved up his bare chest, stopping to tease each erect nipple. Her right hand deftly moved under the waist of his boxers and gripped his ever-growing erection.

She smiled when a gasp escaped her lover’s mouth then she leaned in and planted a firm, demanding kiss on his lips. Her right hand stroked his manhood in time with each thrust of her tongue in his mouth.
She loved to please him, to make him want her, and her experience with him she knew what he craved.

A moan escaped Inuyasha as Kagome's lips moved from his mouth to his chin. Her tongue snaked out leaving searing flesh in its wake. Slowly she made her way down his neck, chest, and stomach and before she knew it, she was on her knees in front of him.

She released his hard shaft. Brought both of her hands to the waist of his pants and carefully pushed both his boxers and pants down his toned thighs. She almost giggled when his penis bounced from its tight confines, but suppressed it by taking the thick head into her mouth.

Inuyasha's hands automatically flew to her head and his fingers tangled into her ebony hair. He held her tight as she slowly engulfed him into her hot, wet mouth. She bobbed slightly, testing his will. She put pressure on the underside of his shaft with the broad side of her tongue and slow pulled her head back.

Inuyasha bucked at the intense pressure, and he all but cried out in ecstasy when the tip of her tongue flicked the sensitive frenulum. He gripped her hair tighter. He was about climax. The pressure building was intense and almost unbearable. He bucked again, driving his penis further into her mouth. She took him, all of him, and just when he was about blow, she released him.

He closed his eyes to control himself. He felt her put a gentle kiss on the swollen head. The she kissed her way back up his stomach to his lips. He could taste him in her mouth and it fueled his desire more. He opened his eyes and once again amber met blue, but instead of pure hunger, he found love and passion.

His eyes roamed over his still clothed body and mentally shook his head. ‘That will not do.’

Her chest heaved as his fingers slid under her silk blue kami and lightly touched her bare skin. Then in a matter of seconds her shirt was off, her bra was sliced, and his warm calloused hands caressed her perfect breasts.

She whimpered when he released her. She loved the feel of his hands on her body. She didn’t have to wait long; fore he undid her pants, slid them off, and then continued his ministrations on her slender body.

One hand found her right breast and the other cupped her ass and pulled her close. His lips moved on her neck, his erection pressed into her belly. She wanted him. Her body called to him. He seemed to since it, moved his hand to join the one on her ass, and lifted her off the floor.

Instinctively her legs wrapped around his waist and his penis was resting just below her woman hood. She silently begged him to fill her, but ignored her request and moved to the large king sized bed across the room.
Gently, he laid her atop the comforter. His eyes roamed her perfect body, his lips curved into an appreciative smile. He could look at her all day. Not touching would be hard, but she was the epitome of perfection. Her creamy skin lightly veiled in a thin layer of sweat. Her kissed swollen lips pulled into a half-hearted sneer that said, 'Don’t just look, take me!'. He would of course, but first he had to get his fill of her ethereal beauty. Then and only then would he make her cry to the heavens.

A small hand grabbed the wrist resting on her stomach. She raised her hips a bit and pushed the idle appendage south. He stopped her, he was going to take his time, and she deserved that much. He pulled his wrist free from her grip and moved his hand to her face. Gently he pushed hair from her forehead, cupped her cheek and kissed her gently albeit fervently.

Their tongues delved into each others soul and twined them together. His love poured heavily into her. He knew he would be lost without her. He released her lips and moved to her jaw, then to her neck, to her collarbone, before resting at the valley between her breasts.

Her body squirmed beneath him. She wanted him that he could tell, but he was going to show her how much he wanted her. Slowly he moved his lips, first, to her right breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. Then, he moved to her left breast, showing it the same attention. But he didn’t stop there. He moved down to her abdomen, dipped into her belly button. She squirmed again.

He was getting closer to her sweet spot and Kagome didn’t know how much more of the torture she could take. She wanted to take his head and shove it south but she was powerless against his ministrations. They felt good. Too good. She almost screamed when she felt his warm wet tongue lap lazily against her folds. It what she had been waiting for, but she knew the torture was nowhere near over.

Her clit hardened when his tongue grazed over the bundle of nerves, her heart nearly jumped from her chest and her hands tangled themselves in the comforter. He was very skilled when it came to making her climax and he knew prolonging the inevitable would make her orgasm that much stronger. So he took his time.

His tongue moved up slit of her folds, down one side of the outer lips and up the other. Then he would bring it down and push gently to part the lips, press a feather flick to her clit, and start the whole thing over again. Kagome didn’t think he was ever going to taste her. Sure, he has tasted her many times but this time was slow, too slow, at least for her.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his tongue was prodding its way through her folds into her wet cavern. The strong muscle would stoke her inner walls, her clit, and her outer lips. Everywhere and the pressure inside her was building.

He inserted a skilled finger, then two, and then three pumped them deep, fast, and hard. His tongue relinquished its torture on her lips and zoned in on her clit. White hot spots formed behind her eyelids. She was close, too close to turn around.

His fingers continued to pump into her, but now his lips were closed around her nub and sucked fervently. And before she knew what hit her, Kagome was moaning in pure ecstasy. Her juices flowed out freely and coated her husband’s tongue and fingers.

She smiled wantonly at him when he came back up to face her. His lips glistened with her nectar he licked them. Once again, his lips claimed hers.

She was now ready for him. He moved to rest between her legs and raised them to rest on his hips. He smiled down at her, lined his still erect penis to her opening, and slid slowly into her.

Grunts and moans filled the large master suite as he pumped into her. Slowly at first, then hard and fast. After she came a second time, he finally released his own seed with a satisfying grunt. Keeping his place inside her, he rolled them to their sides and rubbed her bare back soothingly.

Kagome sighed at his touch. As much as she loved his sexual prowess, she loved his tender touches more.

“I love you, Kagome. You are the only woman for me.”

“I love you to Inuyasha.”

“I am sorry about the story tonight.”

Kagome sighed, this time with guilt. “No Inuyasha, I am the one who should be sorry. I know you loved Kikyo first, and I thought I was over that. I don’t know why I can’t seem to let it go.”

“Because,” Inuyasha paused, kissed the top of her head, “I was selfish. I always ran after her even though it hurt you. I wish I could change the past Kagome. If I could, I would never have left your side. No matter what I did, you still stayed with me. That was unconditional love, and I couldn’t give you that. I….”
Kagome shushed him with a finger to his lips. “It was hard for you Inuyasha. She was the first to love you, even if she did only love half of you, and she never tried to kill you. I didn’t understand then, but now I do. And I would never ask you to change what happened because if you did we probably wouldn’t be here – together – now. Everything happens for a reason Inuyasha and I hold nothing against you.”

“You are absolutely amazing. You know that. But you do hold something against me.” He smirked mischievously.
“Your body is against me now.”

His flaccid penis twitched to life and Kagome rolled her eyes and smacked his chest playfully. “You dog!”

“Don’t you forget it.”

He rolled to his back holding Kagome tightly as to not slip from her. When they were both comfortable, Inuyasha gripped her hips and moved her up and down his shaft.

It was going to be a long and pleasant night.