Devotion that Withstands Time

Disclaimer


Note- This story is AU, in which that Kagome never goes through the well when she's fifteen. Plus, a different ending occuring between Inuyasha and Kikyo. In present day, demons and humans live among each other more or less peacefully.

Note 2- Canon characters will be whored in usage like a pair of your favorite old jean shorts on a hot day. OC's will be used when there's no canon to fit that certain place.

Part III The Old and Young Couples


The strong smell of spices and noodles abuses your poor nose as you sit with your overly blissful husband in the little ramen shop. You glance to the side, eyeing the framed pictures and signatures of celebrities that had supposedly visited the weathered, little shop. Tilting your bowl forward you sip down the rest of the juice and sit your bowl on the counter.

Beside you, Inuyasha inhales a bowl of ramen while talking to the shopkeeper, Myoga. When Inuyasha was younger he used to come here all the time especially when he wanted to get away from the orphanage. After he was adopted at fourteen or fifteen, it was his hang out place with friends to, of course, get away from his foster parent. He hadn’t been back to the ramen shop since he had left Tokyo about five years ago... But now that he was back, he came every chance he got.

Myoga turns to you, happy to rake in some more money off of his more ramen-loving customers. “Would you like another bowl, Ms. ___?”
“No thank you, I’m full.” You say and stand up and walk to the other side of the counter. “I’m going to the restroom.”

“Right down the corner, make a left.” He instructs and you nod your thanks before taking his instructions, though you had been there plenty of times to know where it was, how to get back, and how to get to the kitchen from it.

You follow his directions to the restroom, and knock on the door. Inuyasha had taken you here for lunch, and pressed you into staying by getting you to believe it was celebration for his promotion. Honestly, you thought irritably, people went to real restaurants to celebrate promotions not little ramen shacks. This place was twenty minutes away from your workplace and now you’d definitely be late returning. You sigh and walk inside and lock the door behind you.

“How’s married life treating you?” Myoga asks, picking up your dirty bowl and placing it down on top of a pile of others.

Inuyasha slurps up his noodles. “Why’re you asking me? You’ve been married for how long? 100 years?” He swallows his noodles, having been chewing while talking, he smirks. “Or did old lady Shouga finally leave you?”

“No,” Myoga answers a little sourly. “I was asking how married life was treating you, any troubles?”
“Oh, well you know… I hit her, she cries and cooks me dinner; the usual, same for you, eh?” He says dryly.

“Is that true?”

He shrugs. “She likes it.”

“…I see.”

“Yeah”

“Inuyasha, you don’t really…“ Myoga starts, and pauses as he attempts to think of a way to phrase his thoughts. When he sees you round the corner, he turns back to his pile of dishes in the sink. Inuyasha sniggers at the old man, before glancing at his approaching wife.

“Are you full yet?” You ask reaching out and pawing his ears when in touching distance. “I’m sure Mr. Myoga’s tired of us.”

He grunts and flicks your hands from his ears. “One more bowl.”

You only go back to harass his twitching ears more. “Wow that line sounds familiar. Where have I heard that one? Oh yeah, last week,” You pull a little harshly on his ear. “And the week before,” you pull more, “save some ramen for the other customers.”

“He can have as many bowls as he wants. You’re our best customers!” Myoga’s wife, Shouga says. She enters the room from the kitchen with a large pot of ramen in her hands. “Have some more.” She offers preparing to scope another helping into Inuyasha’s bowl, but you quickly stop her.

“No, he’s full, we’re both full. And if we don’t leave now I’m going to be late for work.” You say and pull harsher on his ears in irritation. He smacks your hands away from his abused ears cursing you under his breath.

“I’ll get you carry out bowls for later then!” Shouga says retrieving a couple of foam bowls from a shelf.

“No, I think we’ve had enough ramen for the day.” You say with a twitching, irritated smile.

“Nonsense, you youngsters burn up energy 24/7. My ramen will give you an extra boost of energy!” Shouga says scooping ramen inside the bowls.

“But, Ms. Shouga…”

Myoga places a long, thin sheet of paper before the grumbling half demon. He picks it up grunting. “What the hell is this?”

“Your receipt.”

Inuyasha narrows his eyes. “But we only had four bowls! This looks like the price of it added up times 100 over a shit load of years!”

“It is. It’s your tab, it’s been here and adding up since you was a youngster,” Myoga states looking at the receipt fondly.

“And you’re giving to me now…”

“Of course! You’re a grown adult, you’ve got a job and a wife-“

“And we’re expecting grandchildren soon!” Shouga cuts in, winking at the younger couple.

“And a man must pay his bills!” Myoga finishes.

He scowls at the old man, crossly holding up the receipt. “But what the fuck is this?! There are dates on here that goes back to twenty and thirty years ago! I wasn’t even born yet!”

Myoga takes back the receipt and inspects it momentarily before giving it back. “Those are prices.”

Scowling, he points to a few rows of numbers higher on the list. “What about those?”

“Part of your father’s tab.” Myoga answers.

“That man was as much as a healthy eater as his son.” Shouga remarks to you as she lids the bowls of ramen.

“My father?! Why do I have to pay it?!” Inuyasha asks looking blatantly pissed off about his ramen tab.

“Inuyasha, calm down, and just pay the tab, they were nice enough to give it to you for free. They just want some of their money back now.” You state coolly.

“I’m not paying this shit! It looks like more then I’d make, working for six months overtime!”

“That’s why we’re created a monthly payment plan for you.” Myoga states and Shouga slips a thick bundle of papers inside the paper bag beside their carry-out ramen bowls. “You’ll have it all paid up in no time!”

“Myoga, you conniving, senile, son of a…”

Shouga slides the bag over the counter to you, smiling gleefully. “I’m giving you my special ramen on the house. It’ll help a baby grow faster.”

“But I’m not pregnant.” You say blandly, picking up the bag with a small confused smile.

“You will be.” Shouga says and her gleeful smile widens into a grin. “Just try my ramen.”

“Uh, alright, thanks, Ms. Shouga.” You say, sliding from your seat and away from the counter. You pull a ranting Inuyasha with you to the exit of the shop. “See you later!”

“Come again!” Myoga calls after you two.

Inuyasha pulls out of his parking space beside the little restaurant, still ranting about his tab. You sit quietly in thought, finger beating down over the paper bag in your lap. You look down at the bag, before glancing at your fuming husband.

“Like hell I’m going to-“

“Inuyasha?”

“What?” He snaps.

You pause, frowning. “What did you think about Shouga’s ramen?”

“I think Myoga is out of his damn mind to keep a tab on me since I was 10 years old, and expect me to pay it now. That’s what I think about the damn ramen!” He says glaring at the paper bag in your lap, before turning his attention back to the road.

“No, not that, I’m talking about Shouga’s ramen, the special ramen.” You say gesturing to the paper bag.

“What about it?” He scoffs. “You don’t believe it’s really ‘special’, do you? It’d probably give you heartburn before-“

“I know!” You cut him off. “I know it’s not really- I know it won’t. I take the pills and unless it’s some really special ramen I’m sure it won’t… But, if I stop taking the pills, you can.”

“…Oh.” He grunts in slight understanding.

“So, what do you think about it?” You ask timidly.

“Why are you asking now?”

“You don’t want to?”

“Yeah, I want to, but you wanted to take the pills in the first place.” He points out.

“I didn’t want to get pregnant in our first six months of marriage.” You say frowning.

“But you’re still taking them now.” He responds, and flips on the windshield wipers as it starts to snow again.

“If I’m going to get them for free, I might as well take them.” You reply, remembering your mother’s offer to send you birth control pills every few months right before the wedding.

“But you don’t have to; it’s not candy, stupid. Besides, if you really wanted to, you would have already stopped, without having to ask. You care more about your mother’s opinion, than mine.” He snaps.

“No, I don’t, you jerk! And don’t call me stupid! I just wanted your opinion, do you see me taking out a phone and dialing my mom’s numbers?” You snap back, glaring at him.

“Didn’t we have this conversation before? I said ‘yeah’, you said ‘lets wait’, and I said ‘whatever you want’, that wasn’t clear?!” He yells.

“And then you rolled over and went to sleep!” You yell back.

“That’s what regular people do at 4am when they have go to work a few hours later! Unlike the idiots who think it’s a perfect time to ask if they should quit taking their birth control pills!”

“But regular people don’t roll back over and try to get in a quickie 3 hours later! And regular people don’t claim to be in “heat” and force a person to stay in bed all day, so that the intelligent person will forget to ask those kinds of question earlier in the day!!”

You two glare at each other heatedly, just as Inuyasha stops the car at a red light. “You’re asking the stupid question again?”

“Yeah, do you think I should quit taking my birth control pills, you stupid jerk?” You ask crossly.

“Whatever you want,” He growls back.

“Then I guess I’ll stop taking them.” You say turning away to look out the window.

“You do what you want.” He replies gruffly.

“Then I will.” You reply glancing at him and he looks at you out of the side of his eye as the car takes off at the green light.


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In the fair-sized, dimly lit room of the popular Bumble Bee cafe racks of food stood around the room, around several deep freezers. The pulsing sound of the freezers was all that was heard in the little pantry, besides the couple in the corner of the room near the stacks of bread. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, moaning and responding to the deep, smoldering kiss. He grunts, grinding against you and grabbing your thighs and pressing you harder against the wall. You moan in his mouth, rolling your hips against him as the vibration from your moans rivets through him and he growls back, squeezing and rubbing your thighs. Shivers cascade down your spine. When he releases your mouth, you gasp for air, moaning out his name and rocking your hips.

"___," he grunts sliding his hand up from your thigh to fondle your breast.

"Inu..." You moan and arch into his hand, gasping as he sinks fangs into your neck and rub his fingers over your nipples.

Your hands leave from their entangled place in his hair downwards over his chest and abs to fumble with the button and zipper of his pants. The hand on your thigh slides downwards over your bottom to hold you up further.

"Inuyasha..." He grunts, noticing you unzipping his pants and moves to assist you.

You successfully pry his fly open with his help and receive a kiss on the neck for your troubles. He grunts, groping for the zipper of your pants. "..Why do you keep wearing these pants?"

"What's wrong with my pants? They're my uniform...” You murmur, sliding your hands inside his pants. He grunts still groping to find the button of your pants.

"You wear pants that take 10 minutes to unlock, when you have skirts that I'd only have to lift." He grumbles.

You smirk smugly, "I thought you'd like the challenge."

He scowls at you, yanking at the crotch of your pants. "You keep that smirk on your face, and I'll have to punish you later."

You moan softly at the touch. "And you're not punishing me right now?"

"No, I'm trying to get your damn pants off... Finally," he smirks victoriously having finally opened your fly.

He grunts as you stroke him, slowly pulling him out. You both stand oblivious to the pantry door swinging open, but snap to attention in surprise at the few curt coughs of your employer...

Inuyasha grunts, growling softly. "If you people are just going to stand and stare, you could that in the other room, we're busy!"

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You sigh frustrated as you brusquely chop the vegetables into tiny pieces. You had just been fired today, not only that, but caught, too. You and your husband had been ‘caught in the act’ quite a few times before, but never twice in one day at the same damn place. Your older sister would have been so proud of you if she knew, but your mother and younger sister would have been mortified… Things like this would have to be kept a secret.

You two had of course driven back to your job, Little Bumble bee’s café, and you were both still a little heated over the spat. But, how things led into the pantry in the back of the café, you would never know. You and your husband had just walked in, bumped into each other on entering, had a small exchange of words, and some how you were making out in the closet seconds later. Imagine that… Anyways, just as Inuyasha was whipping it out to finish your dirty little deed, the manager and a co-worker had opened the door to the pantry.

Quite a moment, a moment you would later put on your top ten list of special moments in your life. That moment, and the moment Inuyasha tried to push your manager and blushing co-worker out to finish. You stab the vegetable one last time before shoving its bits off the cutting board into the hot frying pan. You had never been fired in your life… Well, maybe not whole life…

Inuyasha walks into the kitchen tossing his used piece of fruit in the trash. He watches as you work over a pan of food on the stove. You open up a cabinet and pull out a bottle of seasoning and sprinkle some over the food in the frying pan before placing it back on the shelf. He moves towards you, pausing by the refrigerator when you move back to the cutting board to chop up something else. He moves behind you, sliding an arm around your waist and you ignore him to continue chopping up a kiwi.

“That smells good… What is it?” He murmurs to your ear as he presses himself against you.

You pick up another fruit from the group you had neatly placed on the counter, and chop it up; ignoring him. Giving it a second try, he moves his hand up from your waist and over your stomach to fondle your breast, which you quickly deny him by grabbing his hand and moving it back down to your side.

“…___?” He sighs. “You’re not still mad, are you?”

“Still mad?” You repeat irritably. “Of course I’m still mad! I got fired because you can’t keep it in your pants!”

“Me? You were unzipping my pants, you got yourself fired.” He points out.

You sigh annoyed, lightly restraining yourself from hitting the half demon. You move to the other side of the counter to dump your fruit inside a bowl.

“Look, you can get a job somewhere else, and we just won’t do it in their pantry. Problem solved.” He says approaching you again.

“You say that so easily because it wasn’t your job.” You say, grabbing another fruit and chopping it up.

“If it was my job I wouldn’t have gotten fired.” He says moving behind you again, and resting his hands on either side of you on the counter. You wouldn’t get away this time.

“Whatever, Inuyasha.” You mutter partly irritated, partly wanting to put your state of unemployment behind you.

He grunts and presses his lips against your neck, sucking gently and nipping at your skin with his fangs. You shiver lightly trying to ignore him as you slice up your lemon. When his mouth finds a more sensitive spot on your skin you gasp softly, and quickly attempt to move out of his reach; but is stopped by his arms planted firmly on either side of you.

“Inuyasha, stop it.” You say weakly, tilting away from him; trying to focus on your lemon. You sigh softly as he continues his ministrations. “I’m trying to cook.” You say trying to lean out of his arms. He pays your struggles no heed and mutters something about trying to eat against your neck. You fidget and grab his hand when it starts to slide underneath your shirt.

“I looked at the ‘payment plan’ Mr. Myoga gave you. It’s not really what you think it is; it seems to be an invitation to their something-est anniversary. Whoever wrote it has really sloppy handwriting.” You say softly and frown when a piece of your lemon bounces and rolls off the counter onto the floor out of your reach.

“So the tab was all a joke?” He asks a tad irritable, and you inwardly applaud yourself for changing the topic on his mind.

“I don’t know. There was a note in it that said ‘we still expect the tab money’, but that could have been a joke, too.”

He grunts, loosing his grip on the counter and you slip pass him to the other side of the counter. “I’m not paying that conniving bastard a dime.”

“You show a lot of respect for your elders, you know.” You comment, stirring your pan of food. He grunts irritably in response. “They’re going to have the party at the ramen shop on the twenty-six of next month, and we’re allowed to bring a guest.”

You spoon some of the sauce from the pan into your spoon, bring it to your lips and blow away some of the heat before sipping it. You frown at the taste; licking your lips slowly, and adding more seasoning to the pan and stirring it together. You scoop more sauce into the spoon, blow it and bring it up to your husband’s lips. He instinctively licks the sauce off the spoon and makes a face at the taste.

“How does it taste?” You ask hopefully.

“Spicy.” He says and quickly grabs a glass from the cabinet and quickly fills it up with water.

“Good, Mandi likes spicy food.” You say and smile.

“I don’t.” He grunts, frowning after guzzling down the spicy flavor of the sauce.

“I know.” You say smiling at him and kiss him on the cheek after putting a lid on the frying pan.

You bend slightly and grab the fallen lemon slice from the floor and toss it into the trash. You then turn back to your grumbling husband who was busy swigging his glass full of water.

“I am going to go take a shower and get dressed. Please, don’t let the food burn.” You say, watching him guzzle down his glass of water. You smile at his grunt and walk into the direction of the bathroom.

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You sigh softly and wipe the fog from the mirror just enough to see yourself and your husband’s reflection. You brush a shorter strand of hair behind your ear and blink when you feel your husband’s once again hardening cock pressing against you. You smile to yourself, demon stamina is amazing. You see him smirk at you through the reflection of the mirror as he starts to dry hump you against the fabric of your bathrobe you put on after drying off. You watch through the reflection and shiver as his lips ghosts over your neck, and his fangs nibbled at your skin. You sigh, but could not take more of the shrill buzz in the background, it sounded a lot like the-

“Is that the fire alarm?” You ask as slow dread crept upon you when you remembered you’d left food cooking on the stove.

“Shit!”

His thoughts were as good as yours when all of his ministrations came to a halt and you both tore from the steamy bathroom to your abandoned kitchen and were greeted with a cloud of smoke. You stand and watch horrified as smoke puffs from the stove of your stove and Inuyasha quickly retreats back and grabs the mini fire extinguisher that had tossed in the hallway closet; and comes back to brave the smoking kitchen.

You force yourself out of your horrified stance of doom and rush to open all the windows you could lift. When you hear the cries of the fire extinguisher die down you take a slow walk back to the kitchen and to see your husband looking down disgustedly at the charred looking skillet you had once used to simmer food in.

“And they said I married you because you can cook,” He scoffs. “I got something to tell them now.”

You make an irritated noise in your throat and hit him in the arm. “This isn’t funny! Mandi and Ryo are coming over in like 20 minutes and there’s no food to serve!”

“Shame, they’ll just have to crawl back under the rock they came from then.” He says dryly, and grunts when you elbow him in the gut.

“We still have time; we can pick up something from the restaurant down the street.” You say as he submerges the skillet in water in the sink. “Lets hurry and get dressed.” You say and walk out of the kitchen heading to your bedroom, but stop when you hear knocking on the front door.

You approach the door and look through the peephole and frown at the people you see. You unlock the door and greet the two.

“What are you two doing here so early?” You ask a little nervously.

“You said we could arrive at 7:00 and I said 7:30, so we decided to be mischievous and come at 7:10 instead.” Mandi answers, grinning slyly.

“Aren’t you going to invite us in?” Ryo asks irritably.

“Uh, yeah.” You say and glance behind you. “In just a minute!” You quickly shut the door. “Inuyasha!”

“What?”

You walk back to the entrance of the kitchen to see your husband begrudgingly nursing the stove wearing nothing but your apron. “They’re here already, go get dressed, I’ll clean the stove later.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He grumbles and takes off his apron and tosses it to you.

“I’m not.” You reply and whaps him over his backside as he walks pass you to dutifully get dressed.

You smile innocently at the look he gives you as he walks out. You turn and approach the stove and cringe when you see what you’d have to clean up later. Seconds later the half demon backs up back inside the kitchen, followed by a few soft meows. You look back at him questionably and he turns to reveal your pet cat in his arms pointedly covering his crotch.

“Pan’s home,” He says irritably, releasing the cat and grabbing the apron to put back on.

You kneel and pet the vagabond cat as it nuzzles against your legs purring. “Oh…” You caught the annoyed glare your husband was directing at you and raised a brow. “What?”

You follow him outside the kitchen to the front door half way open revealing the peeping eyes Mandi and Ryo. Inuyasha glares at them both and walks to your bedroom. You watch sheepishly as Pan went to molest Ryo’s ankles; the panther demon looked as pleased as Inuyasha and a little jealous as Mandi grinned appreciatively.

“Um… We’re not done getting dressed-“

“Really, you aren’t?” Ryo mutters dryly.

“-So, uh, come in and make yourselves at home.” You say ignoring Ryo.

Mandi giggles and walks inside pausing beside you on her way to the couch. “I can see why you’re still with him, you must never get bored!”

You blush faintly at your friend. “Of course I don’t.”

Ryo eyes the couch cushion and reluctantly takes a seat beside his fiancée on the couch. “Hurry up already.” He demands grouchily and glares at you condescendingly. “You’re a waitress, aren’t you? Go fetch me a cup of coffee.”

You give the lawyer a hard stare. “We don’t have coffee.” You lie and looked at your friend. “We’re going to have to eat out; we had a little malfunction in the kitchen.”

“What household doesn’t have coffee?” Ryo grumbled.

“Malfunction?” Mandi repeats arching a delicately plucked brow.

“Yeah… The stove is malfunctioning. Well, I’m going to go and get dressed, call me if you need anything.” And I’ll just ignore you, you mentally add on.

“What kind of household doesn’t have coffee? Oh right… This is an apartment.” Ryo mutters, rolling his eyes.