Insatiable

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Rumiko Takahashi does.

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Chapter 20: Jealous
 
 
Today's a Saturday and it's been 6 days... 6 days since he'd last seen her.
 
Inuyasha stood glaring at the barbeque Sesshomaru had forced him to cook. It was not that he was incapable of such task. Nor was it because he didn't want the chore. It was just that he was not in the mood. Something that Sesshomaru was completely aware of but deliberately ignored just to mock him.
 
You're perfect for the job Inuyasha. You're shooting laser beams with your eyes. I'm sure you'll cook one hell of a barbeque.
 
That ass… He sighed angrily, unable to stop from having such a bad mood in such a sunny morning in the beach. He had been looking forward to this weekend away from the city, away from work, away from traffic, away from anything else. He had allotted this weekend to think and just relax, and just… you know… somehow forget her or the thought of her – even for only a weekend. He sighed looking up at the sky narrowing his eyes under the shade of his hand. He released a ragged breath – this one – of resignation.
 
Whom was he fooling? How could he think he was capable of driving thoughts of her from his mind when she was all he could think about?
 
He spared Sesshomaru a glance. His brother was uncharacteristically laughing his heart out, as he played with Rin in the sand. The sight tugged his heartstrings and he was unable to stop the slight curve of his lips. Rin's exuberance had always been irresistible. And he welcomed it, as he rubbed his heart with his left knuckle. He had been feeling that ache since that morning they drove back to the city from their visit at Kagome's childhood home.
 
His thoughts drifted to his conversation with Sesshomaru earlier. Idiots. His brother had called them.
 
He chuckled. Yeah, Sess had been right. He was an idiot. He felt like one. He had been moping close to a week now already. He had waited for Kagome to arrive at the mansion. Becoming anxious as each minute passed. Losing whatever hope he had left of her ever arriving when Sango couldn't reach her thru her mobile phone. Annoyed that he couldn't do something about it. It was probably impatience. But he suspected it was because he missed seeing her, talking to her, touching her, kissing her. God how he missed her.
 
As he stood there in front of the grill, he became unnecessarily angry by the minute. He knew his anger was uncalled for, that it was irrational to even feel that way. He was not angry with Kagome, nor was he angry with himself. He would admit he was a bit jealous with Sesshomaru because he had seen, talked and dined with her when all he faced the entire week was a pile of files he needed to sign.
 
He flipped the meat with a pair of tongs and frowned when the delightful smell assaulted his nose.
 
He was not angry with anyone. However, he wanted to strangle somebody's neck. No. He was angry with his and Kagome's circumstance. Six days ago, he swore to himself to stay away, to give her space. To wait until she was ready to face him, and whatever feelings they had for each other. Now, well, the days without seeing her had taken a toll to his very limited patience. Patience was never his virtue, and the uncertainty of Kagome's decision whether to pursue whatever they had started after everything with her and Shun ended had placed him in a sour mood. He frowned again. If this continued, he would probably lose his mind before another week would pass. He was almost sure of it.
 
Earlier while waiting for her to arrive at the mansion, his thoughts had began trailing from playful to criminal. He could see himself speeding straight to Kagome's place, kicking her door open, snatching her from bed and then seducing her pretty little self in some remote cottage where they would stay there for the rest of the weekend – alone, in bed, naked, with her tied up and him on top of her sexy hot body. He would have chocolate sauce in his hands and she would be looking at him all sexed-up – a bit hesitant, a bit enticing, a bit fearful like a prey. As for him, he was the predator. But more importantly, they would discuss this thing between them. After that, he would cut the chase and make love to her over and over and over again and make her his.
 
Shit! But she was driving him nuts!
 
Sure, work distracted him from the thought her. But she was like a plague, you know – a sexy, beautiful and alluring plague that you would not think twice dying from it. He felt empty without her. There was this gaping hole in his chest and whatever he did to ignore that hollow part wasn't working at all. He missed her. He wanted to see and talk to her. He wanted to touch her again. He wanted to make love to her again. Ah hell! He wanted to fuck her until both of them passed out from fucking. He craved her. Oh God, how he craved her. He was addicted to her. And that just explained it. He was on a withdrawal. And it surely felt like crap! Having this consistent nagging feeling of emptiness reinforced his other nagging feeling of kidnapping her. And he might do it, too, you know. No doubt about it. If he kept not seeing her in the following days, he would do it! It was already flashing in his head with a gigantic red banner. A plan ready to take place: Inuyasha Takahashi will soon abduct Kagome Higurashi and ravish her to kingdom come before he turns bat-shit-crazy! That sounded like a lame-ass tabloid fiction but who cares!
 
“Something smells good.”
 
He was taken out immediately from his not-so-innocent thoughts. Sango stood beside him with a grin on her face.
 
“You guess so?” He tried to sound like he was not sulking. He really did, but just couldn't. Instead, it came out like he was gritting his teeth. 

“Inuyasha, I don't guess. It does smell good… and looks good, too.” Sango chuckled eyeing him amusingly.
 
“Yeah, I guess it does.” He half-smiled flipping the meat to the other side.
 
Sango smiled lopsidedly, biting her lower lip to stop the small laughter building up inside her. A sulking Inuyasha looked too adorable for his own good.
 
“How are you, Inu?”
 
“Good.”
 
A slim brow rose, cynical.
 
Inuyasha noticed the disbelief in her face and challenged her by raising one of his brows.
 
Sango giggled.
 
“You're in a good mood,” he told her forcing one of his boyish grins. He crossed his arms and faced her completely.
 
“That's because I am. Who wouldn't be? It's a beautiful day. Besides, I don't have anything to bother me these days. It has been one of those points in life when everything is going according to plan.”
 
Points in life when everything is going according to plan. That hit a nerve. "Well, good for you.”
 
Sango frowned. “Hey, is there something wrong?”
 
He sighed. "Nothing."
 
“Well, it looks like it's not… nothing.”
 
“Just tired I guess.” With that, he gave her the widest smile he could muster. However, it looked like a sneer.
 
“If you say so.” She took a seat and took a sip from her bear can. She tipped another him, offering. “You want one?”
 
He took it and gulped a mouthful.
 
“Thanks.”
 
“You're welcome.”
 
“Hey, have you hit a home run?” she asked suddenly after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
 
“What?”
 
Sango shook her head and laughed. “Nothing. It's just… It's something silly Kagome told me several days ago.”
 
Inuyasha immediately perked up at the mention of her name. Sango smirked inwardly. She would push her luck and test Inuyasha. She had not been convinced with Kagome's explanation about the state of her relationship with him. The term "Just friends” just did not suit them because friends did not have that much sexual tension going on between them. She would try to confirm – indirectly, of course – from Inuyasha what she was suspecting all along. She remained quiet and stared at him. She knew he was waiting for her to continue.
 
Inuyasha scowled growing impatient with her silence.
 
“Well, what Sango?”
 
She beamed sheepishly in response.
 
“Sango!”
 
“All right!” She chuckled. “It's just that... she did this silly thing of representing finding true love with hitting a home run. We spent the entire Friday afternoon in the field trying to hit one.”
 
“You were trying to hit a home run?” He couldn't stop the smile that graced his lips, or the happy glint in his eyes.
 
Sango smirked. “No, only Kagome. And yes, she was trying.”
 
He gave her an amused chuckle. Trust Kagome to do something as silly as that. She was full of surprises. And that made her even more irresistible to him. God, he was in trouble. He was in too deep.
 
“God, it was blazing hot that day. I was literally baked even under the shade. I wouldn't dream of hitting some ball with a stick on a day like that even if you'd give me a thousand bucks. But Kagome… damn, she was totally determined. She said something about `the feeling the moment the ball hits and leaves the bat.' That sort of thing being priceless and that sudden rush you get. Elation. Excitement. Accomplishment. Satisfaction. All those feelings rushing at the same moment with no control. But then there's this feeling of… of…”
 
“Of conflict whether you stand there and watch it, or run to the base.”
 
Sango thought about it for a moment. “Exactly. That was what she said.”
 
“Like being on the crossroads.” Inuyasha added, his lips curving into a small thoughtful smile.
 
“Um… yeah.” She still thought the analogy between baseball and true love was whack, but she agreed with him. She beamed inwardly at the thought that Inuyasha had no difficulty getting it.
 
“And what did she do?”
 
“She ran for base.” She smiled taking another swig of her beer. “She didn't hit any home runs though.”
 
Inuyasha chuckled. “She doesn't need to. First base is enough.”
 
Sango only smiled. She would not attempt to grasp what he just said. The idea that he and Kagome both got this whacked up analogy figured out was already enough for her. She watched Inuyasha sprinkle a few spices on the meat. A small smile on his lips. It was a bit amusing, as it was amazing to see the abrupt change in Inuyasha's demeanor. She drank her beer, and then shook her head incredulously. Kagome was a smart ass.
 
And a devious liar. She added in her thoughts. “We kissed. That’s all.” She remembered her say.
 
“Yeah right,” she scoffed dryly, downing her beer again. She turned to Inuyasha to catch him staring at her. She raised a brow. “What?”
 
“Nothing.” He shook his head.
 
Sensing he had something important to ask her, she started cautiously, “You know… if you have something to ask me, you can. I don't bite.”
 
Inuyasha chuckled at the “I don’t bite” comment, taking one big gulp of his beer. “Am I that transparent?”
 
“Unfortunately for you… yes.” She grinned.
 
Inuyasha stared at her for a moment. He shook his head briefly, hesitating a bit.
 
“Come on, Inu.”
 
He sighed, giving up, giving a half-snort of a laugh, then.
 
“Have you…”
 
She waited.
 
“Have you…”
 
He held his breath, and tried a different tactic.
 
“You see, I've been busy with the new high-rise project this whole week… And I've only seen Shiro and Shirako coming to the office for it, so… so I've been wondering if you know what the deal is – you know. I know it's kind of random to ask, and it's none of my business really to know what she’s been up to. But-”
 
Sango giggled. “Inuyasha, stop! Look, you're rambling. I don't even understand half the things you're talking about. Okay, let me clarify one thing. Are we talking about Kagome here?”
 
"Um... Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head.
 
“Okay. What about her?” She grinned wilily.
 
Inuyasha spared her a quick glance and downed a mouthful of beer. His weight shifted from the balls of his feet to his toes. His face, thoughtful.
 
“How is she?” He did not look at her.
 
Sango cradled a cheek with a hand. “Hmmm… Okay, I guess. Last time I saw her, she was babbling about baseball. She told me she wouldn't be seeing me for a while after that because she'd be very busy catching up with work since she took 3 days off. ”
 
He frowned with that piece of information. If Kagome was catching up with work, then why had he not seen her following-up with the project she designed herself? He sighed drearily. Had she been avoiding him? Was that the reason why she was not here?
 
“She said she'd try to come.” He heard Sango continue earning an expectant look from him. Then, she smirked. “Why Inuyasha? Miss her?”
 
He opened his mouth, and then, closed it when he could not utter a response. He heard a low chuckle behind him.
 
“Just ask her if she's coming or not, baka.” Sesshomaru chose the moment to butt in. He had been eavesdropping for the last 5 minutes.
 
Inuyasha glared at him. “Shut the fuck up, ass.”
 
“I will if you stop acting like a stupid baka, baka. It's not that hard to ask you know. Watch me.” He cleared his throat, batted his eyelashes. Then, “So Sango, is Kagome coming?”
 
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “Sango said she was busy.”
 
“Ah. But you said `was.' What about now?” There was something in Sesshomaru's gaze that ticked Inuyasha to no end.
 
“Sess, will you drop it?”
 
Sesshomaru stared at him with somber eyes, with sympathy. “Not yet.”
 
“Shit. I don't need this from you right now.” Inuyasha hissed not wanting to show Sango his obvious frustration. Something that Sesshomaru clearly was goading. It was enough that he could hardly contain his dismay, the anger that he felt over the circumstances surrounding his relationship with Kagome simmering to the surface. He tried to calm himself. Sesshomaru's goading would not do him any favors. He knew that. He tried to distract himself from it. He was here to relax. To forget – just for a while. But he was not given that chance. Damn it.
 
Miroku took that chance to join them. Well, not exactly, because he was trying to snatch a few barbeques. Breathing the scent of deliciously cooked meat, mouth watering at the imagined taste of it, he reached out.
 
“Hey! Hands off!”
 
“Hey, watch it Inuyasha. It burns!” Miroku turned his concerned gaze to Sesshomaru, then to Sango.
 
“He misses Kagome.” Sesshomaru answered his questioning look, as if it was no big deal. Mocking, like his usual self. He was dead set in making Inuyasha's blood boil. No, that was not exactly what he was trying to do. He wanted Inuyasha to act. Damn it! He was tired of watching his little brother sulk. That was not Inuyasha at all. Inuyasha wasn't a wimp. A Takahashi was not and would never be a wimp. There was challenge in the way Sesshomaru was looking at his brother, which Inuyasha countered with the same heated look.
 
Miroku could sense the tension between the two, but he was not deterred to ask, “Why?”
 
Inuyasha whipped his head to look at him. His shoulders stiff from tension. “I haven't seen her in the past meetings regarding the project she's designed for the company. I'm just a bit worried.”

Sesshomaru's gaze never wavered. Sango listened on with bated breath.

“Hmmm… so Kagome ditched you for some baseball-fun in the sun?” Miroku added with humor. He knew about Kagome's and Sango's outing last Wednesday. Sango nudged Miroku's side. She wasn't quite sure if teasing Inuyasha was the best thing to do at the moment. Well, at least Sesshomaru thought it was the right thing to do, as he was sniggering, his shoulders shaking violently to keep his laughter at bay.
 
With that, Inuyasha rubbed the back of his head, shaking it with a small smile. His shoulders relaxed a bit.
 
“So you've heard about that, huh?” Miruko told him grinning. He had planned to prod some more, wanted to bate his friend. He had not failed to notice how Inuyasha had anxiously watched the mansion's driveway, as if waiting for someone. It was not difficult to assume who that someone was because only Hiten and Kagome where missing among their friends, and Inuyasha would not be anxiously waiting for Hiten. So that led to only Kagome. However, he was not foolish enough to goad Inuyasha more when his friend was close to reaching the limit of his patience. He knew, and he didn't want to test his luck. He had sensed that he should be careful with the subject. Besides, he didn't want to face a raging Inuyasha. Sesshomaru could do all that. Sesshomaru was brave like that.
 
“She's full of surprises.” Inuyasha's voice was low, almost a whisper. But there was fondness in his voice. A sort of yearning.
 
Miroku chuckled. “That she is. One time, she surprised me by grabbing my ass.” He was joking, of course.
 
Sango hit his shoulders playfully. “In your dreams. Kagome would paddle your ass if she was here and heard you say that.”
 
Inuyasha frowned. He didn't want Kagome grabbing Miroku's ass. Hell, he did not want her touching anyone's ass except his.
 
“Ah, my dear Sango. That she would. But you'll make it up to me, right? You'll make it all better for me.”
 
Heated looks were passed between the two. Sango licked her lower lip, and then faced her man twining her arms around his neck. Miroku snaked his arms around her tiny waist bringing her flushed against his body. “Oh baby. You can count on it.”
 
Miroku groaned and nuzzled her neck, nipping the skin there.
 
Sesshomaru raised a brow. “Will the two of you stop groping each other? I don't want my daughter seeing your horny asses.”
 
“Ah Sess, can't you feel the love?” It was Inuyasha's turn to taunt now. He had come upon himself that he'd enjoy this weekend getaway and keep from thinking about Kagome as best as he could. He'd find a way to clear things after this. He would call Kagome and invite her to a date. He would not ruin this weekend for Rin. He had promised her the best for the weekend after all, and he could not do that by glowering.
 
 
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She was like a lost puppy. Seriously, she was! She had been burning up gasoline for the last hour, driving around Tokyo, and contributing to global warming when she drove through a familiar street leading to the rather large black gates of the Takahashi mansion only to turn to another direction. She was a coward. There… she said it. She had been eluding telling herself that. But not anymore.
 
She was a coward because she kept on delaying calling Inuyasha, weary that he would not answer her calls after several days of no contact with him.
 
Color her yellow when she sent Shiro and Shirako to do her work for her with every meeting that she was required to attend to with his company and in his presence.
 
Call her chicken for doing this shit she was doing now – driving around town and ending up in front of his mansion's massive gates only to cower and turn around, and then, come back again later.
 
She was going to go insane. He was driving her insane!
 
She was dead set in returning home to scold herself when the most unfortunate incident happened. Or was it a blessing in disguise, since it brought her to master up the courage to drive through the black gates of the Takahashis, speak to Myouga and drive 20 miles to Sesshomaru's beach house since the rest of her friends had already gone?
 
“It's so good I've ran into you, Kagome. Sesshomaru would have killed me if I arrive late. He's so anal, you know,” Hiten told her while he adjusted himself on the passenger's seat.
 
“Hiten, you're already late.” She passed him an amused look. “Besides, it's the least I could do for you, since I almost killed you.” She did almost kill him. She was revving up in a corner when a certain jaywalker crossed the street that she almost ran him over. That jaywalker and stupid idiot, as she cursed when it happened, was Hiten.
 
Hiten chuckled. “Don't worry about it. I have health insurance.”
 
With Hiten's replies, she really would consider that passing thought she had that he was on crack. Why was he all calm and even joking when he almost lost his life? Now that she thought of it, she heard he also crashed his car to scrap the poor vehicle for his art piece. Thankfully, he only sustained several bruises and the worst headache ever. He was rushed to the hospital and was laughing and joking to Miroku, a few hours later after Kouga had given him some painkillers. He was a very strange man.
 
Hiten was checking her out. Of course, he was checking her out. He was more of a lecher than Miroku could ever become – a fact that everyone knew. Well, maybe everyone, except for Kagome. He watched her dainty fingers took control of the steering wheel and gearshift, her legs pushing and easing up on the pedals that control the car's movement. She was lovely to look at.
 
No. Scratch. That.
 
She was fucking hot on wheels!
 
He had been vocal with his crush on her when he first met her. He had often fantasized about her - kissing her, touching her, and yes, fucking her. When he realized she was Shun's girlfriend, he eased up his advances on her. However, his admiration remained. Today, she wore a white tank top with a bold print saying “Architects rule the world” and a pair of khaki short shorts showing off her slender long legs. Her hair was up in a messy bun revealing the creamy white flesh of her neck. Some of her bangs covered half of her right eye. On her fingers were a lot of silvery rings. Notably missing was her engagement ring. She looked simple, yet, edgy. And he liked it. A lot. He wondered what it would be like to feel those sinful lips on his. Perhaps, he had a chance now, since she had broken up with Shun.
 
“We're not going to get scolded, are we?”

He heard her ask interrupting his ogling of her.
 
“Nah. But I'm sure we'll get a bit of lecture from Sesshomaru. But that's all.”
 
She chuckled in relief. “That's good then.”
 
“So, is everyone going to be there?” Was that fear in her voice?
 
Hiten watched her as she manoeuvred the car ahead of a minivan. “I think so, yeah.”
 
“I see.” Her voice trembled a bit.
 
Hiten frowned. “Something wrong?”
 
“No. Nothing's wrong.”
 
“Okay.” He let it go, although he had not believed her. If she did not want to share that tidbit, then he would not force himself to know what it was.
 
“Which way?”
 
“Turn left.”
 
“How much further?” She was tapping the steering wheel with what he noted as impatient fingers. There was a glint in her eyes that was not there before. Excitement and apprehension. That was what he saw.
 
He chuckled. She changed moods in an instant. “Just at the end of this stretch of road, Kagome.”
 
A small smile made way to her lips. “That much further, huh?”
 
“Impatient?”
 
“A bit,” she replied scrunching her nose making her look utterly cute.
 
“Well, there's no need to be `coz we're here,” he told when he saw the gates from a distance.
 
 
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“He said he's coming over, and that he's bringing someone special.” Miroku held his cellphone reading the text message.

“Who?” Sango asked. She stayed clinging to her man, sitting on his lap.
 
“Hiten.”
 
“Really?”
 
SMACK!
 
“Aww! Shit! Sango!”
 
“Stop groping my ass!! Pervert! You know what Sess said.”

Sesshomaru was long gone to join Rin in the beach.

Inuyasha watched with amusement while Miroku ducked under his right hand shielding his face from being mauled by her. He assumed that the lecher was teasing her, since he was beaming perversely.

“Aww! That hurt!” Miroku yelled for the last time after receiving a rather strong blow in the head.
 
“You deserve it!”
 
“Awww… Sango, sweetheart, come on. It was just a joke. And you love me groping your ass.”
 
“I don't care! I ought to shove that lame-ass one-liner of yours up your ass!” She sauntered towards the beach where Rin played with Inuyasha's dogs.
 
“Ouch!” Miroku whispered massaging his bruised head.
 
“You deserve it you know.” Inuyasha shook his head.
 
“Hah! Inuyasha, old habits die hard, my friend.”
 
Inuyasha sniggered. “Old tricks again, lecher? I really can't see why you so love getting beaten up by Sango so early in the morning. That's so fucked up in my opinion.”
 
“Oh, but I am.” Miroku smirked showing a bit of fang, his eyes glinting with lechery.
 
Inuyasha mouthed an “Oh” and returned a perverse grin.
 
“Yeah, that's right Takahashi. I am so… fucked up,” Miroku replied smugly, and checked out his woman's rear, as she strutted away from them. “Hell yeah! Been that way for a couple of nights now. Do you see and feel the glow? Man, I feel alive!”
 
Inuyasha chuckled. “I will not attempt to read what's in your mind right now. It's too early for that.”
 
Miroku snorted. “Oh come on! You know that's total bullshit! Coming from you? I will only believe that you can be fazed by a little conversation about sex even so early in the day when evolution has finally allowed us humans to be born with two heads, four arms, three feet and a pink pig face. And that's like… never going to happen.”
 
Inuyasha snorted. “That'd be weird… and ugly as hell.”
 
“Of course, it'll be weird. Can you imagine little pink pig aliens with human bodies? Uhh… nasty! I don't even wanna think about it.”
 
Inuyasha to burst into laughter, only to be interrupted by a loud frustrated groan from Kouga. He had his shades on and carried a plastic coffee cup in hand, a deep scowl on his face.

“He's cranky,” Inuyasha noted grinning.
 
“Who?”
 
“Kouga.”
 
“Oh! Really? Let me check. Hey Mibu! Gotten laid lately?”
 
“Shut up, Miroku! Or else, I'll skin you alive!” Kouga snapped at him taking off his sunglasses and gave Miroku the deathliest deathly glare imaginable. Who wouldn't be in such a foul mood when you had not gotten any?
 
Inuyasha guffawed silently.
 
Miroku, on the other hand, beamed widely. It was so obvious he was totally loving this shit. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, morning to you, too, Kouga.” He faced Inuyasha with that same perverted smile he had on a while ago. “He's not getting any these days.”
 
“Can't you state the obvious? Tell me about it.”
 
“Damn! I can't believe Ayame actually laid that down. No sex until they tie the knot? I can't even imagine myself if Sango tells me that. I feel bad for the guy though. Two months without doing the nasty with your soon-to-be-wife? That's torture.”
 
Inuyasha let out a hearty chuckle. “I take it she wants their honeymoon to be special. Well, that's what Sango has told me. I think it's rather… sweet.”
 
“Wha- You're kidding me, right?” Miroku asked incredulously.
 
“No.”
 
“Ugh. I'm not hearing this from you. What the fuck is going on? Sweet?! Sweet?! That is so gay,” Miroku roared looking at Inuyasha as if he had become a pink pig with cute devil wings and a beard. I know… not a pretty picture.
 
Inuyasha dismissed Miroku's disgruntled stare with a laugh. “You got it wrong. That was not what I meant. If I remember correctly, Ayame said something about amassing pent-up sexual energy to ah… um… How did she put it? Ah… an explosion…, big bang or sort of something like that.”
 
Miroku could only gape at him. “Seriously, Ayame could be such a bad ass if she wanted to. She's evil if she wants to.” He glanced over to where Ayame was – greeting Sesshomaru and Rin.
 
“I take that. Women can be evil if they want to. Hell, women are evil period,” Inuyasha responded half-heatedly, looking at his timepiece. It was late in the morning. They would eat soon, as soon as Rin finished playing with the waves. Rin. She had been disappointed when Kagome hadn't arrived. She had been excited to show her the drawing she had made using the simple technique Kagome had taught her a few weeks ago. He frowned. That was the morning he made love to her so thoroughly. And she had felt so soft, so sexy, so hot, and so right. And yes, so his.
 
Miroku cleared his throat. “Do I sense some resentment there for a second there?”
 
“No. No resentment here,” Inuyasha answered instantaneously, slapping Miroku's right hand reaching for the barbeque.
 
“I say that's bullshit.” Miroku rubbed his right hand with his left. He knew there was something, or someone behind that response. There had to be. Could it be Kagome?
 
“You know I don't do bullshit.”
 
“Hah! Right.”
 
Inuyasha chuckled dismissing Miroku's suspicious gaze. “I will not take this from someone who's told me a few days ago that Sango is a witch who has trapped you with her wicked vagina.”
 
Miroku glared at him. “I meant that as a compliment, you ass. And it is true that Sango is a witch who has me enthralled by her womanly goods, aside from her fire-cracking attitude, of course.”
 
“Oh! You did?” Inuyasha mocked.
 
“Stop taunting me.”
 
“I will if you drop it.”
 
“Okay. Okay. I was just asking.” Miroku raised his hands in surrender. “You know it's a lot better to talk about it. Whatever or whoever it is.” He said after a few minutes when Inuyasha stayed silent.
 
Inuyasha sighed. “Yeah, I know.”
 
“But you're not going to tell me, are you?”
 
“Not yet.”
 
Miroku sighed. “All right. But at least tell me when are we gonna eat these lovely babies.” He waved at the barbeque sizzling on top of the grill.
 
“Soon. Rin wants a short dip first. Then we'll have lunch.”
 
“Great! Can't wait!” He was rubbing his hands in anticipation. “But Hiten should hurry up. Or else, he's gonna miss these babies.”
 
Inuyasha turned and gave him a questioning look. “Is it true that he has gotten his driver's license suspended?”
 
Miroku laughed. “Oh yeah! That crazy son-of-a-bitch!”
 
“So he really and deliberately crashed his car against that light post just to scrap the hood and the engine so that he could use it for his next art piece?”
 
“Totally unbelievable, but yeah.”
 
“Could he not have just gone to the junk yard for it?” Inuyasha asked incredulously. He knew Hiten could get way out of the line crazy, but he did not expect this level of lunacy.
 
“That was what I told him. But he said the old man that owned the junkyard hated him and would not sell him `the goods.'” Miroku chuckled and patted Inuyasha right shoulder. “I really can't read what's going on in Hiten's head sometimes. Believe it or not when he told me this after the incident, he just grinned at me and told me it was no big deal because he had his seatbelt secured.”
 
Inuyasha shook his head in disbelief and chuckled half-heartedly. “Crazy son-of-a-bitch!”
 
“Yeah. So now, he's commuting,” Miroku said about Hiten's present situation.
 
“Who's commuting?” They both heard someone asked from behind them. It was Sesshomaru.
 
“Hiten,” Inuyasha told him as he stood between them.
 
“Oh! The lunatic! I heard about what happened to him. He should have just killed himself,” Sesshomaru said in a stoic voice. “Oh, I forgot. He can't do that. The devil loves him too much. He's the messenger of lunacy – the eight deadly sin.”
 
Inuyasha and Miroku both laughed.
 
Sesshomaru ignored both of them. “Where is he anyway?”
 
“I don't know, but he's coming. That's for sure,” Inuyasha replied.
 
“He's running late.”
 
“And he said he's bringing someone over.” Miroku wiggled his eyebrows at Sesshomaru.
 
“Someone special.” Inuyasha added.
 
Sesshomaru saw red. “He better not bring one of those hussies he keeps on dating.”
 
“I'm sure he would not want to upset you, Sess.”
 
He turned and faced Inuyasha. “He better not. I'll wring his neck if he does.”
 
“Well, let's hope he didn't because that would be him.” Miroku gestured at the approaching vehicle with Hiten dangerously perched on the car's door. The window was down and he was sitting on the pane, waving like a toddler to them.
 
“Hey guys!”
 
“Lunatic, you're late!” Sesshomaru yelled at Hiten, who only laughed loudly.
 
Miroku jogged towards the approaching car, chuckling while scolding Hiten. While everyone turned aflutter, Inuyasha stood stiffly in place. However, inside, he was shaking. The car was a black Camry, and he only knew one person who drove a black Camry.
 
Kagome’s here. That was his first thought. He felt his heart pound faster against his chest, the blood rushing in his veins. He was suddenly alert and… and… aroused? Oh yeah, he was excited. He felt himself hardened, thickened and became rigid. Good thing he was wearing baggy beach shorts, or else he would have been too obvious. He was so elated, and he felt the surge of an unknown emotion, swelling in his chest. But he didn't mind because it felt so fucking good that it was almost painful. He rubbed that part above his heart. He was so fucking happy; he could not stop the grin from forming on his lips. However, the instant he met Kagome's eyes, the grin dissolved into something predatory.
 
 
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Kagome shivered as they entered the gates of Sesshomaru’s beach house. She gripped the handle of the steering wheel so tightly it turned her knuckles white. This was it. She was finally going to see him again. She felt uncertain. What if he would not talk to her? What if he would not even look or acknowledge her? She felt a pang in her heart that she closed her eyes. Doing her best to be calm, she told herself not to think about it. Whatever his reaction, she would deal with it. She was here because Rin invited her. Well, not really, because Sesshomaru was the one who invited her. Anyway, if she'd find out Inuyasha didn't want her to be here because he was pissed off with her, then she'd just say hello to Rin and everybody else and drive off after.

No big deal. Right?
 
No!
 
She shook her head driving away her present thoughts, as they approached the group waiting for them. She knew Inuyasha was there because she felt him before she even saw him. A strong and intense presence that raised the hairs at the back of her neck. She turned her head towards that presence and froze. Blazing. Intense. Enticing. And yes, aroused, incredibly aroused.
 
She gasped and all she could hear was the drumming of her heart against her chest. Everyone vanished, even the car she was driving. All she saw was Inuyasha. All she felt was the heat that burned in her veins. Suddenly, memories of them making love, fucking each other, and entwined in each other's arms came flooding to her and she creamed. Oh, how she creamed. She was so hot now that she didn't see Miroku waving at her to stop because she was going to drive passed them and would end up crashing against the line of shrubs in front of them. Reflexively, she gripped the handlebars of the wheel and stepped on the brakes putting the car to an abrupt halt, not minding that Hiten's upper half was still poised outside the car. The car gave a powerful jolt and Hiten fell off the car.
 
“Aww!”
 
In an instant, she was out of the car making a dash towards Hiten. He was sprawled on the ground groaning in pain.
 
“Oh shit! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?” she asked worriedly while she searched his face and wherever else for injuries. Suddenly, Hiten held her hands and placed them against his cheek.

He smiled. “I'm fine.”
 
She should blush here. She really should have. Hiten was a handsome and charming man. But she didn't. Then, to her and everyone's utmost shock, he cradled the back of her neck and brought her face close to his. His lips brushed hers in a caress. She was frozen on spot, kneeling beside Hiten. Her hands were on his shoulders now. Hiten pulled away from her, releasing her. He gave her a sheepish smile, as he rubbed his nape in embarrassment.
 
“Sorry. I couldn't help it.” His voice was a whisper that she bet only she heard him.
 
“Um.” She didn't know what to say. She offered her hand. “Here. I'll help you up.”
 
He took her hand and stood up.
 
Kagome held her breath, as the others help Hiten sit on a chair Kouga brought for him. She felt a different heat – that of a burning gaze on the back of her head. Turning around, she gasped. Those amber eyes were ablaze. This time there was jealous anger in them, and it was barely suppressed. Inuyasha cleared his throat loudly. “Let's stop wasting time and go. We're already behind schedule.”
 
“Lunch is ready everybody,” Kaede yelled to all of them.
 
She felt a pang. Not even a “hello,” or a casual “how are you” coming from him. She guessed that he may be jealous but that was not reason enough to be so cold. She didn't initiate that kiss. Hiten did. She only barely heard Sango and everyone else greeting her, as they helped Hiten up. She could only register in her mind his indifference and his back as he walked away.
 
Had she made the right decision to come here? Perhaps it would be better for her to leave.

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