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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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1,782
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37
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Four
A/N: Hey everybody, back for chapter four!! Hope you enjoy, and, as always, please review!!
Responses!!!
Galadrihm_Star: Thanks for the lesson; I needed it! I’m completely useless when it comes to computers. Anything but Word is pretty much beyond me! Thanks for the help!
Jebus: I’m so glad people responded to my plea for help! And I’m REALLY glad that you think that the story is getting better. Well, it ends in chapter six (as of right now, anyway; there’s a slight chance that I’ll do some remodeling), so the end is near! Thanks for the help and the review!
Scerpixy5: I’m glad your questions were answered! Hmm…more between their meeting? Well, it goes into detail about their first date later, and there are some other sections which feature the very beginning, but I don’t spend a lot of time on it. So glad you like the story! Thank you for the review!
Kiwichan: Haha! Wow, I’m sorry it caused you trouble! I love hearing that the style and plot is original, and I’m infinitely glad that you like the way the sections are out of order chronologically. You gave me some really terrific feedback, which is exactly what I love to hear, and is really valuable! It was a truly great review, so thank you SO much!!
Fallenangel7583: Oh wow; hearing that my story got to you like that is absolutely incredible. It’s phenomenal to hear that the kind of sadness I’m trying to convey is really getting through. Once again, it’s wonderful to hear that you’re curious as to the reasons behind the drama, and that you’re hooked! No, on the whole, this probably isn’t a happy story, but I’ve never really written one like this, and I actually found it really enjoyable (which is slightly odd, considering the plot). Your review was absolutely fabulous, and made me very happy! Thank you so much for the extremely fantastic review and, of course, the technical help. I’m so clueless when it comes to computers. *Hides face in shame.*
STILL IMPORTANT: LOOK AT THE DATES! THINGS WILL MAKE SENSE EVENTUALLY, I PROMISE, BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHEN THEY HAPPEN!!!!
This chapter: First thing’s first: Lemony fun! After that, a few things will be explained
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November 6, 2003. Inuyasha.
Breathing deeply, Inuyasha passed his fingers gently over her cheek, innocently feeling privileged to caress the sweet softness of her skin. His touch turned slightly more sinful as the pads of his fingers dragged soothingly across her neck and down her collarbones, slipping sensuously with the thin sheen of sweat on her skin. He kissed her yet again. She tasted as incredible as she felt.
Pulling back, he breathed hotly against her neck and placed longing kisses across the skin there. He whispered her name as his fingers stroked across the dainty, beautifully flat expanse of her stomach.
It was love; pure and raw and wholly untouchable by any description. She was a part of him as he lay hovering over her, kissing the beautifully sloping line of her neck, feeling her quivering as she always did beneath his fingers, responding to his touch so passionately.
“I love you,” he breathed, and shifted to lie over her.
She whispered the same as he kissed sensually at the underside of her jawline. Everything about her was so beautiful, so perfect.
Her fingers played over his lower back, shifting softly against him, traveling up the length of his back to grip at his shoulder blades.
Their sweat mingled and she moaned softly, begging for more.
He wanted to stay there forever, kissing at her soft skin, her lips, holding her close, but biology demanded that he move forward, take her in order to gain the fantastic release he only ever got with Kagome.
Inuyasha plunged them into a deep, intimate kiss, and gripped her hips possessively. He rocked into her smoothly, pushing deep inside.
Kagome’s back arched and their kiss broke. She gasped his name and he shifted inside of her, grinding deeper before pulling almost completely out and sliding forcefully, but somehow softly, back in.
Those little mewls of pleasure which Inuyasha loved so much began from the back of Kagome’s throat, breathy and high and blissful.
It was hot and strong and infinitely tender. This wasn’t a search for conclusion, a mad rush to the end; it wasn’t meeting the demands of millions of years of evolution. This time, it was love personified: gripping and all-consuming and so very tender.
Inuyasha made his strokes harder, penetrated her deeper.
She cried out beneath him, twisting to clutch at his back and press her hips more tightly to his.
He nipped at her neck, drove into her at an impossibly steady pace. This fiery love, this raging pressure of emotion, was devouring him, losing him to Kagome’s possession. He’d never loved anything or anyone else as much as her. He’d give up anything he’d ever valued for her. He’d never let her go.
“Kiss me,” Kagome whimpered. She was staring up at him with beautiful, wanting eyes.
Inuyasha complied wondrously, and rocked against her slickly. He slid his arms around her back, gripping her to him.
When they came, it was simultaneously; an extraordinary, world-altering moment in which the very height of both their physical and emotional limits were reached and surpassed in bright, heavenly bursts of light.
Deliciously spent, they both settled into each other’s arms, content to do absolutely nothing more than be with each other.
That moment had, in fact, been life-altering, as just over three months later they shared in some amazing news, and went out to dinner to celebrate.
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June 4, 2004. 5:12 PM. Inuyasha.
Inuyasha softly wiped at Kagome’s brow and took her hand again.
“You want some water?” he offered gently.
Kagome shook her head to the negative.
She looked so deathly pale, lying there in pain, no expression but misery on her face. This damn hospital room was doing nothing for her.
“Kagome,” he began, but didn’t know where to go from there, and instead dropped his face to her pillow, to kiss her cheek and look at her profile. He fought for words, but only found a few. He tried them out to see if they’d work. “Things will get better.” They didn’t work at all; they crashed and burned.
Kagome didn’t say anything; she hadn’t spoken much at all in the past few days; but her eyes told him that she didn’t believe him, that she no longer trusted him.
Inuyasha’s eyes burned again. He had and still did refuse to cry in front of Kagome, but the terrible throb of his heart was horrifyingly strong. He wanted to hold his son in his arms, to look upon their firstborn child. That would never happen now. How could there be a life for them after this?
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February 12, 2004. 11: 29 AM. Kagome.
“Are you a happy boy, now that you have me all to yourself?” Kagome teased, setting down the last of the light boxes. Those were the only ones Inuyasha would let her get her hands on. The moment he’d found out she was pregnant, he’d gone into protective mode, and the only boxes he’d let her pick up weighed less than three pounds.
“Yep.” Inuyasha tugged her confidently into his arms. His brazenness never got old. It was actually rather adorable, really. “It certainly took you long enough to move in here though.”
Kagome grinned up at him. “I was practically living here anyway.”
“It’s that ‘practically’ part that got to me,” he informed her.
“Oh I see. So now what? You wanna break for lunch?”
“Hmm, how about we try out the bed?” he suggested slyly, kissing a line down the side of her neck. It felt delectable, but Kagome did have a point to make.
“Inuyasha, it’s the same bed you’ve always had,” she told him dryly.
“Oh really?” he murmured distractedly. “Well let’s go make sure it still works.”
Giggling, Kagome let him lead them into the bedroom. How could she possibly refuse an offer like that?
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June 1, 2004. 2:16 AM. Inuyasha.
Inuyasha spared a moment to simply stare at Kagome.
He loved how angelic her face looked when she was sleeping, like nothing could ever bother her and all was right with the world. Just as much as that, he loved the sight of her very rounded belly, holding up the covers as if Kagome was harboring a small beach ball under her shirt. He was glad that he’d insisted that she go to bed; she could obviously use the rest. The girl had been dead to the world within seconds.
Inuyasha silently crept to the bed and rested one hand against the swell of her stomach. He whispered to his son that everything would be fine, soon they would be free.
Hastily, he returned to packing. He would have everything ready to go within an hour or two. Granted, they’d have to leave a good bit behind, but that was plenty of time to get all that they needed, and go. Inuyasha hated the fact that they were leaving behind the beautiful room they’d painted and decorated for their son right after Kagome had moved in with him. He didn’t want to leave this apartment; not now that he’d finally learned how to create positive memories within its walls.
Inuyasha winced sharply at the pain in his leg and side. His body felt like a wreck. The bulletholes were long-since scabbed over, but the two of them hurt like hell, and the various bruises and scrapes didn’t help much either. He had to keep moving, though, or they’d never get out of there.
He returned to zipping up the last clothing bag and staging it by the door.
Suddenly, he froze, every nerve and muscle in his body frozen and wary.
There was someone in his house.
Two seconds passed. Three. Four. Five.
Whoever it was knew that he was awake; it was a demon, and they were masking their scent and hiding almost all sound. They were most definitely professionals. That could only mean one thing: they had been sent by Naraku.
With a deafening mental curse, Inuyasha dove for Kagome and threw his body over her, shielding her with the only thing he had: himself.
He had moved not a nanosecond too soon. The door burst open, splintering with the impact it made against the wall, and then the firing began.
Infinite pain raced all over his body, and Inuyasha gasped with the feeling. It was that of a searing, overwhelming cigarette burning over and over into and through his body.
No matter how many times it happened, he never got used to getting shot.
He had to wait a full ten seconds before the shooting stopped and he could move.
Within the blink of an eye, two demons were lying dead on the floor; before Inuyasha had consciously realized what and how many there were, he had killed them, claws ripping viciously to slit their throats to a point which surpassed any chance of survival.
His fear in that moment, after he’d killed the two men who had attacked him and his mate, was more intense than every other feeling he’d ever felt. His breath was a living thing, shaking and vibrating and generally being uncooperative in his throat. It caught on everything and stuck chokingly to the sides of his windpipe. The smell of Kagome’s terror reached him like a head-on collision with an eighteen-wheeler.
What he saw after that infinitely long half-second it took him to turn around made his entire body clench, and his legs give out. He stumbled to Kagome’s side.
Blood was blossoming on the left side of her abdomen, slowly seeping outwards. Unconsciously, Inuyasha’s hand drifted to the same spot on his own body, a gaping hole where one of the bullets had gone all the way through.
Kagome had her hands over the spot. “Inuyasha?” she whimpered almost silently.
“I’m here, Kagome,” he told her, and shooed her hands away to apply pressure to the wound. “I’m going to get you to a hospital, and everything is going to be just fine. Okay, Kag? It’ll all be fine.” His voice was quivering almost as much as his hands as he wrapped her in the bed sheet and gathered her gingerly into his arms. He shoved away hysteria, needing to stay lucid enough to properly take care of Kagome.
“You promise?” she whispered, eyes glazing over as she winced from the pain.
“I promise, love.” In seconds, he was running faster than he ever had in his life, Kagome’s head cradled safely against his shoulder. Tears threatened to blur his vision, but he kept his hold on Kagome and kept going, pushing himself faster as he spackled the city below with his own blood.
Then he was somehow in the hospital, not really remembering getting there, and he was stepping through the emergency doors, screaming for assistance.
The ward was set into motion, and they quickly had Kagome on a gurney. Inuyasha gripped her hand as they wheeled her down a hall. She wouldn’t let go of his hand, and he kissed it softly, and placed it onto the gurney. He only watched as they wheeled her away into some mysterious room, and out of his sight.
Finally, his knees gave out, and he sank to the floor.
“Sir, you’ve got to come with us, you’ve sustained multiple bullet-wounds; even for a demon, it’s amazing that you’re conscious with as much blood as you’ve lost.”
Inuyasha looked up at the young nurse. “You have enough doctors to take care of me and her at the same time?”
“Of course we do. Here, let me help you.” She bent down to him, but Inuyasha jerked away.
“I want you to take all the doctors that you would give to me and assign them to her. I want everyone you have to be doing everything they possibly can and more to save my mate.” Inuyasha grabbed the woman by her upper-arms, staring into his eyes with murder written on his face. He could feel his youkai side struggling to emerge. “I’ve trusted you people with her life, and if anything happens to her, I swear I’ll make every single goddamn one of you pay.”
The nurse hurriedly retreated out of his grasp as he sank to the floor, and fled from the room. He hadn’t decided yet if his threat was valid or not. If anything happened to Kagome or his son, he’d probably kill himself too fast to fulfill any vengeance on anyone else.
Inuyasha slumped over a chair and reached to his back to begin pulling out the bullets still inside his body. It hurt like nothing he’d ever felt before, but he didn’t stop until they were out and blood was sliding in sickening waves down his back.
His thoughts remained only on Kagome.
He would die without her, and he suspected that that was exactly what was happening as he slid down the wall and into blackness.
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June 10, 2004. 6:20 PM. Kagome.
“Every night, in my sleep, I…I hear him crying for me, and…”
Kagome broke down in tears. The pain was so extremely acute, like her very life had been stolen from her. She could feel physical pain, sure, as getting shot actually hurt quite a bit, but it was less than nothing compared to that tearing, aching, screaming feeling she felt when she thought of her son.
“Inuyasha,” she hiccoughed, “you have to promise me. If I’m ever going to be able to stand being in the same room as you, you have to swear to me that you’ll never go back to being an assassin. You have to swear to me, Inuyasha!”
“Yes,” he nodded, looking so very broken. His eyes, ordinarily so electric, were sleep-deprived and bloodshot and so very pained. “I promise you, Kagome.” He took her face gently in his hands. “I love you so much. I promise, I’ll never go back to it.”
It was so easy to accept that, to let things fall into place and at least pretend that they could start over, that they could move on and be together. Inuyasha held her securely as they cried together, mourning the death of their son who had never had the chance to possess the life which had been stolen from him.
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May 31, 2004. 9:12 PM. Inuyasha
Inuyasha clenched his jaw in anger. He couldn’t believe Kagome had managed to keep this from him all day. How could Kagome have been so stupid? Didn’t she know that she could have been killed?! He was actually amazed that she hadn’t been.
Inuyasha stood abruptly, ready to put an end to that which made him even more mad: Naraku had struck his mate.
“Inuyasha, where are you going?” Kagome asked, sniffling through her tears of guilt, hands on the stomach of her maternity sundress.
He didn’t respond, and went into their bedroom. He pulled his gun from the drawer of the bedside table and shoved it under the hem of his jeans.
“Inuyasha, what are you doing with that?! You can’t be thinking of using that! I saw how many guards were in that room; you’d be dead in a split second!” She grabbed onto his arm. “Don’t go, Inuyasha.”
“Kagome, sit down,” he ordered sharply.
Surprised, she sat, plopping onto the bed, and he bent down to look her in the eye, as if he was disciplining a child. His expression was fierce.
“You’re carrying our child. You are almost seven months pregnant; the last thing you need to be doing is going around putting yourself in dangerous situations. It was a stupid, irresponsible thing to do and I wish to god that you hadn’t done it, because the thought of you alone in a room with those people terrifies me. But the fact that he struck you, when he knew that you were my mate, and he knew that you were pregnant, is unforgivable.
“Now, you’re going to stay in this apartment until I get back, and you’re going to be relatively still; you’ve had enough action for one day.”
“Where do you get off telling me what to do like that?” she demanded angrily.
He gripped her chin softly between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger. “Kagome, don’t fucking question me, alright? You’ve probably caused a hell of a lot more trouble than you know, and now I’m going to go take care of it. Stay here.” With that, he kissed the top of her head briefly, and turned to go.
“Inuyasha, stop! I’m not letting you leave this apartment until you tell me what you’re going to do!” She waddled after him, clutching her belly.
Inuyasha sighed. “Koishii, I’m going to talk to him and tell him never to touch you again. I’m not going to get myself killed, I promise.”
It was clear that she didn’t believe him, but Inuyasha wasn’t sure if he believed himself either. He brushed the backs of his fingers softly against her cheek before he spun on his heel and left.
Inuyasha could have run the route to headquarters blindfolded, and he was there within minutes. He headed straight for Naraku’s office, the room that was filled with black marble and constantly had guards and assassins milling about.
“Naraku!” he yelled, anger blazing once more as he burst into the room.
“Ah, Inuyasha. I’ve been expecting you.”
“You fucking bastard!” Then Inuyasha had him by the collar of his suit, and, blindingly fast, he had the gun leveled to Naraku’s temple.
There was a massive noise of clicking as every guard in the room cocked their gun and leveled it straight at Inuyasha.
“Inuyasha, this is hardly necessary.”
“Naraku, I swear that if you ever touch her again, I’ll rip your dirty fucking fingers off,” he hissed.
“Now, aren’t you forgetting which one of us works for the other? I believe it’s you under my jurisdiction, no the other way around. Put the gun down.”
“I should kill you for touching her, you pathetic bastard.”
“Inuyasha, it was that kind of anger that got your mate in trouble.”
Inuyasha snarled venomously. “From now on, you’re never going to see her, so you’ll have no excuse. Leave her the hell alone, or I will kill you.” With one final jerk, Inuyasha shoved Naraku away from him, and backed up a few steps.
Naraku finally stood, and he studied Inuyasha for a moment before lashing out and striking him across the cheek. Inuyasha stared at Naraku in astonishment.
“You deserve the same treatment as your pitiful bitch.”
With a growl, Inuyasha tackled Naraku, and started punching the twisted asshole in the face, just as hard as he could. He had only gotten in a few good hits before he was dragged off and physically thrown out of the building.
Inuyasha raised himself up from the ground and rubbed his knuckles. This was it; the time had come. He jumped to his feet, realizing for the first time since seeing that scratch on Kagome’s face that his numerous bullet-wounds still hurt horribly. The hanyou sprinted home and flung open the bedroom door. Kagome was sitting there, an image of worry.
“Kagome, we’re leaving.”
She blinked. “Inuyasha, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, but we have to leave. Before sunrise, we have to be out of here.”
“What did you do?”
“That’s not important. Start packing up the bare essentials, and then go to bed. You need your rest, and I can pack up everything else by myself and have it ready to go before sunrise.”
Kagome stared at him for a moment. “We’re really leaving? Once and for all?”
“Once and for all.”
Kagome rushed into him in a hug, and he stroked her hair and held her tight. “Now,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, “let’s get packing.”
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A/N: Forgive me; I seem to be incapable of writing long lemons!
I know that I said earlier (I’m not sure where, but I remember saying it) that this story would be six chapters long, and as of right now, that remains true. However, I’m writing an extension in the story, which shouldn’t take me long at all to write, so it won’t delay my updates any more than the combination of my laziness and business already does. If it ends up being really long, though, it’ll extend the story into seven chapters, not six. I’ll almost definitely know by the next time I update, and I’ll tell you then!
Oh hey, as a side note, I thought I’d suggest a song! It’s called “Run” by Snow Patrol, and, in my opinion, it’s excellent. I got serious shivers the first time I heard it. Actually, the damn thing nearly brought me to tears, and I just sat there clutching my pillow in amazement. I can’t actually express how good it is. It might not be your style, and if that’s the case, I apologize for wasting your time, but I only mentioned it because the style and the lyrics fit this story really well. Check it out; chances are, it’ll blow your mind.
Next chapter: More explanation (of course), heavy, but short, doses of drama, and the beginning of something huge. The next to last chapter *as of right now*, and the more you review, the faster it will come! Pleeeeease please review!
I hope you enjoyed chapter four, and thank you for reading!
~Schrodinger’s Cat
Responses!!!
Galadrihm_Star: Thanks for the lesson; I needed it! I’m completely useless when it comes to computers. Anything but Word is pretty much beyond me! Thanks for the help!
Jebus: I’m so glad people responded to my plea for help! And I’m REALLY glad that you think that the story is getting better. Well, it ends in chapter six (as of right now, anyway; there’s a slight chance that I’ll do some remodeling), so the end is near! Thanks for the help and the review!
Scerpixy5: I’m glad your questions were answered! Hmm…more between their meeting? Well, it goes into detail about their first date later, and there are some other sections which feature the very beginning, but I don’t spend a lot of time on it. So glad you like the story! Thank you for the review!
Kiwichan: Haha! Wow, I’m sorry it caused you trouble! I love hearing that the style and plot is original, and I’m infinitely glad that you like the way the sections are out of order chronologically. You gave me some really terrific feedback, which is exactly what I love to hear, and is really valuable! It was a truly great review, so thank you SO much!!
Fallenangel7583: Oh wow; hearing that my story got to you like that is absolutely incredible. It’s phenomenal to hear that the kind of sadness I’m trying to convey is really getting through. Once again, it’s wonderful to hear that you’re curious as to the reasons behind the drama, and that you’re hooked! No, on the whole, this probably isn’t a happy story, but I’ve never really written one like this, and I actually found it really enjoyable (which is slightly odd, considering the plot). Your review was absolutely fabulous, and made me very happy! Thank you so much for the extremely fantastic review and, of course, the technical help. I’m so clueless when it comes to computers. *Hides face in shame.*
STILL IMPORTANT: LOOK AT THE DATES! THINGS WILL MAKE SENSE EVENTUALLY, I PROMISE, BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHEN THEY HAPPEN!!!!
This chapter: First thing’s first: Lemony fun! After that, a few things will be explained
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November 6, 2003. Inuyasha.
Breathing deeply, Inuyasha passed his fingers gently over her cheek, innocently feeling privileged to caress the sweet softness of her skin. His touch turned slightly more sinful as the pads of his fingers dragged soothingly across her neck and down her collarbones, slipping sensuously with the thin sheen of sweat on her skin. He kissed her yet again. She tasted as incredible as she felt.
Pulling back, he breathed hotly against her neck and placed longing kisses across the skin there. He whispered her name as his fingers stroked across the dainty, beautifully flat expanse of her stomach.
It was love; pure and raw and wholly untouchable by any description. She was a part of him as he lay hovering over her, kissing the beautifully sloping line of her neck, feeling her quivering as she always did beneath his fingers, responding to his touch so passionately.
“I love you,” he breathed, and shifted to lie over her.
She whispered the same as he kissed sensually at the underside of her jawline. Everything about her was so beautiful, so perfect.
Her fingers played over his lower back, shifting softly against him, traveling up the length of his back to grip at his shoulder blades.
Their sweat mingled and she moaned softly, begging for more.
He wanted to stay there forever, kissing at her soft skin, her lips, holding her close, but biology demanded that he move forward, take her in order to gain the fantastic release he only ever got with Kagome.
Inuyasha plunged them into a deep, intimate kiss, and gripped her hips possessively. He rocked into her smoothly, pushing deep inside.
Kagome’s back arched and their kiss broke. She gasped his name and he shifted inside of her, grinding deeper before pulling almost completely out and sliding forcefully, but somehow softly, back in.
Those little mewls of pleasure which Inuyasha loved so much began from the back of Kagome’s throat, breathy and high and blissful.
It was hot and strong and infinitely tender. This wasn’t a search for conclusion, a mad rush to the end; it wasn’t meeting the demands of millions of years of evolution. This time, it was love personified: gripping and all-consuming and so very tender.
Inuyasha made his strokes harder, penetrated her deeper.
She cried out beneath him, twisting to clutch at his back and press her hips more tightly to his.
He nipped at her neck, drove into her at an impossibly steady pace. This fiery love, this raging pressure of emotion, was devouring him, losing him to Kagome’s possession. He’d never loved anything or anyone else as much as her. He’d give up anything he’d ever valued for her. He’d never let her go.
“Kiss me,” Kagome whimpered. She was staring up at him with beautiful, wanting eyes.
Inuyasha complied wondrously, and rocked against her slickly. He slid his arms around her back, gripping her to him.
When they came, it was simultaneously; an extraordinary, world-altering moment in which the very height of both their physical and emotional limits were reached and surpassed in bright, heavenly bursts of light.
Deliciously spent, they both settled into each other’s arms, content to do absolutely nothing more than be with each other.
That moment had, in fact, been life-altering, as just over three months later they shared in some amazing news, and went out to dinner to celebrate.
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June 4, 2004. 5:12 PM. Inuyasha.
Inuyasha softly wiped at Kagome’s brow and took her hand again.
“You want some water?” he offered gently.
Kagome shook her head to the negative.
She looked so deathly pale, lying there in pain, no expression but misery on her face. This damn hospital room was doing nothing for her.
“Kagome,” he began, but didn’t know where to go from there, and instead dropped his face to her pillow, to kiss her cheek and look at her profile. He fought for words, but only found a few. He tried them out to see if they’d work. “Things will get better.” They didn’t work at all; they crashed and burned.
Kagome didn’t say anything; she hadn’t spoken much at all in the past few days; but her eyes told him that she didn’t believe him, that she no longer trusted him.
Inuyasha’s eyes burned again. He had and still did refuse to cry in front of Kagome, but the terrible throb of his heart was horrifyingly strong. He wanted to hold his son in his arms, to look upon their firstborn child. That would never happen now. How could there be a life for them after this?
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February 12, 2004. 11: 29 AM. Kagome.
“Are you a happy boy, now that you have me all to yourself?” Kagome teased, setting down the last of the light boxes. Those were the only ones Inuyasha would let her get her hands on. The moment he’d found out she was pregnant, he’d gone into protective mode, and the only boxes he’d let her pick up weighed less than three pounds.
“Yep.” Inuyasha tugged her confidently into his arms. His brazenness never got old. It was actually rather adorable, really. “It certainly took you long enough to move in here though.”
Kagome grinned up at him. “I was practically living here anyway.”
“It’s that ‘practically’ part that got to me,” he informed her.
“Oh I see. So now what? You wanna break for lunch?”
“Hmm, how about we try out the bed?” he suggested slyly, kissing a line down the side of her neck. It felt delectable, but Kagome did have a point to make.
“Inuyasha, it’s the same bed you’ve always had,” she told him dryly.
“Oh really?” he murmured distractedly. “Well let’s go make sure it still works.”
Giggling, Kagome let him lead them into the bedroom. How could she possibly refuse an offer like that?
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June 1, 2004. 2:16 AM. Inuyasha.
Inuyasha spared a moment to simply stare at Kagome.
He loved how angelic her face looked when she was sleeping, like nothing could ever bother her and all was right with the world. Just as much as that, he loved the sight of her very rounded belly, holding up the covers as if Kagome was harboring a small beach ball under her shirt. He was glad that he’d insisted that she go to bed; she could obviously use the rest. The girl had been dead to the world within seconds.
Inuyasha silently crept to the bed and rested one hand against the swell of her stomach. He whispered to his son that everything would be fine, soon they would be free.
Hastily, he returned to packing. He would have everything ready to go within an hour or two. Granted, they’d have to leave a good bit behind, but that was plenty of time to get all that they needed, and go. Inuyasha hated the fact that they were leaving behind the beautiful room they’d painted and decorated for their son right after Kagome had moved in with him. He didn’t want to leave this apartment; not now that he’d finally learned how to create positive memories within its walls.
Inuyasha winced sharply at the pain in his leg and side. His body felt like a wreck. The bulletholes were long-since scabbed over, but the two of them hurt like hell, and the various bruises and scrapes didn’t help much either. He had to keep moving, though, or they’d never get out of there.
He returned to zipping up the last clothing bag and staging it by the door.
Suddenly, he froze, every nerve and muscle in his body frozen and wary.
There was someone in his house.
Two seconds passed. Three. Four. Five.
Whoever it was knew that he was awake; it was a demon, and they were masking their scent and hiding almost all sound. They were most definitely professionals. That could only mean one thing: they had been sent by Naraku.
With a deafening mental curse, Inuyasha dove for Kagome and threw his body over her, shielding her with the only thing he had: himself.
He had moved not a nanosecond too soon. The door burst open, splintering with the impact it made against the wall, and then the firing began.
Infinite pain raced all over his body, and Inuyasha gasped with the feeling. It was that of a searing, overwhelming cigarette burning over and over into and through his body.
No matter how many times it happened, he never got used to getting shot.
He had to wait a full ten seconds before the shooting stopped and he could move.
Within the blink of an eye, two demons were lying dead on the floor; before Inuyasha had consciously realized what and how many there were, he had killed them, claws ripping viciously to slit their throats to a point which surpassed any chance of survival.
His fear in that moment, after he’d killed the two men who had attacked him and his mate, was more intense than every other feeling he’d ever felt. His breath was a living thing, shaking and vibrating and generally being uncooperative in his throat. It caught on everything and stuck chokingly to the sides of his windpipe. The smell of Kagome’s terror reached him like a head-on collision with an eighteen-wheeler.
What he saw after that infinitely long half-second it took him to turn around made his entire body clench, and his legs give out. He stumbled to Kagome’s side.
Blood was blossoming on the left side of her abdomen, slowly seeping outwards. Unconsciously, Inuyasha’s hand drifted to the same spot on his own body, a gaping hole where one of the bullets had gone all the way through.
Kagome had her hands over the spot. “Inuyasha?” she whimpered almost silently.
“I’m here, Kagome,” he told her, and shooed her hands away to apply pressure to the wound. “I’m going to get you to a hospital, and everything is going to be just fine. Okay, Kag? It’ll all be fine.” His voice was quivering almost as much as his hands as he wrapped her in the bed sheet and gathered her gingerly into his arms. He shoved away hysteria, needing to stay lucid enough to properly take care of Kagome.
“You promise?” she whispered, eyes glazing over as she winced from the pain.
“I promise, love.” In seconds, he was running faster than he ever had in his life, Kagome’s head cradled safely against his shoulder. Tears threatened to blur his vision, but he kept his hold on Kagome and kept going, pushing himself faster as he spackled the city below with his own blood.
Then he was somehow in the hospital, not really remembering getting there, and he was stepping through the emergency doors, screaming for assistance.
The ward was set into motion, and they quickly had Kagome on a gurney. Inuyasha gripped her hand as they wheeled her down a hall. She wouldn’t let go of his hand, and he kissed it softly, and placed it onto the gurney. He only watched as they wheeled her away into some mysterious room, and out of his sight.
Finally, his knees gave out, and he sank to the floor.
“Sir, you’ve got to come with us, you’ve sustained multiple bullet-wounds; even for a demon, it’s amazing that you’re conscious with as much blood as you’ve lost.”
Inuyasha looked up at the young nurse. “You have enough doctors to take care of me and her at the same time?”
“Of course we do. Here, let me help you.” She bent down to him, but Inuyasha jerked away.
“I want you to take all the doctors that you would give to me and assign them to her. I want everyone you have to be doing everything they possibly can and more to save my mate.” Inuyasha grabbed the woman by her upper-arms, staring into his eyes with murder written on his face. He could feel his youkai side struggling to emerge. “I’ve trusted you people with her life, and if anything happens to her, I swear I’ll make every single goddamn one of you pay.”
The nurse hurriedly retreated out of his grasp as he sank to the floor, and fled from the room. He hadn’t decided yet if his threat was valid or not. If anything happened to Kagome or his son, he’d probably kill himself too fast to fulfill any vengeance on anyone else.
Inuyasha slumped over a chair and reached to his back to begin pulling out the bullets still inside his body. It hurt like nothing he’d ever felt before, but he didn’t stop until they were out and blood was sliding in sickening waves down his back.
His thoughts remained only on Kagome.
He would die without her, and he suspected that that was exactly what was happening as he slid down the wall and into blackness.
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June 10, 2004. 6:20 PM. Kagome.
“Every night, in my sleep, I…I hear him crying for me, and…”
Kagome broke down in tears. The pain was so extremely acute, like her very life had been stolen from her. She could feel physical pain, sure, as getting shot actually hurt quite a bit, but it was less than nothing compared to that tearing, aching, screaming feeling she felt when she thought of her son.
“Inuyasha,” she hiccoughed, “you have to promise me. If I’m ever going to be able to stand being in the same room as you, you have to swear to me that you’ll never go back to being an assassin. You have to swear to me, Inuyasha!”
“Yes,” he nodded, looking so very broken. His eyes, ordinarily so electric, were sleep-deprived and bloodshot and so very pained. “I promise you, Kagome.” He took her face gently in his hands. “I love you so much. I promise, I’ll never go back to it.”
It was so easy to accept that, to let things fall into place and at least pretend that they could start over, that they could move on and be together. Inuyasha held her securely as they cried together, mourning the death of their son who had never had the chance to possess the life which had been stolen from him.
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May 31, 2004. 9:12 PM. Inuyasha
Inuyasha clenched his jaw in anger. He couldn’t believe Kagome had managed to keep this from him all day. How could Kagome have been so stupid? Didn’t she know that she could have been killed?! He was actually amazed that she hadn’t been.
Inuyasha stood abruptly, ready to put an end to that which made him even more mad: Naraku had struck his mate.
“Inuyasha, where are you going?” Kagome asked, sniffling through her tears of guilt, hands on the stomach of her maternity sundress.
He didn’t respond, and went into their bedroom. He pulled his gun from the drawer of the bedside table and shoved it under the hem of his jeans.
“Inuyasha, what are you doing with that?! You can’t be thinking of using that! I saw how many guards were in that room; you’d be dead in a split second!” She grabbed onto his arm. “Don’t go, Inuyasha.”
“Kagome, sit down,” he ordered sharply.
Surprised, she sat, plopping onto the bed, and he bent down to look her in the eye, as if he was disciplining a child. His expression was fierce.
“You’re carrying our child. You are almost seven months pregnant; the last thing you need to be doing is going around putting yourself in dangerous situations. It was a stupid, irresponsible thing to do and I wish to god that you hadn’t done it, because the thought of you alone in a room with those people terrifies me. But the fact that he struck you, when he knew that you were my mate, and he knew that you were pregnant, is unforgivable.
“Now, you’re going to stay in this apartment until I get back, and you’re going to be relatively still; you’ve had enough action for one day.”
“Where do you get off telling me what to do like that?” she demanded angrily.
He gripped her chin softly between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger. “Kagome, don’t fucking question me, alright? You’ve probably caused a hell of a lot more trouble than you know, and now I’m going to go take care of it. Stay here.” With that, he kissed the top of her head briefly, and turned to go.
“Inuyasha, stop! I’m not letting you leave this apartment until you tell me what you’re going to do!” She waddled after him, clutching her belly.
Inuyasha sighed. “Koishii, I’m going to talk to him and tell him never to touch you again. I’m not going to get myself killed, I promise.”
It was clear that she didn’t believe him, but Inuyasha wasn’t sure if he believed himself either. He brushed the backs of his fingers softly against her cheek before he spun on his heel and left.
Inuyasha could have run the route to headquarters blindfolded, and he was there within minutes. He headed straight for Naraku’s office, the room that was filled with black marble and constantly had guards and assassins milling about.
“Naraku!” he yelled, anger blazing once more as he burst into the room.
“Ah, Inuyasha. I’ve been expecting you.”
“You fucking bastard!” Then Inuyasha had him by the collar of his suit, and, blindingly fast, he had the gun leveled to Naraku’s temple.
There was a massive noise of clicking as every guard in the room cocked their gun and leveled it straight at Inuyasha.
“Inuyasha, this is hardly necessary.”
“Naraku, I swear that if you ever touch her again, I’ll rip your dirty fucking fingers off,” he hissed.
“Now, aren’t you forgetting which one of us works for the other? I believe it’s you under my jurisdiction, no the other way around. Put the gun down.”
“I should kill you for touching her, you pathetic bastard.”
“Inuyasha, it was that kind of anger that got your mate in trouble.”
Inuyasha snarled venomously. “From now on, you’re never going to see her, so you’ll have no excuse. Leave her the hell alone, or I will kill you.” With one final jerk, Inuyasha shoved Naraku away from him, and backed up a few steps.
Naraku finally stood, and he studied Inuyasha for a moment before lashing out and striking him across the cheek. Inuyasha stared at Naraku in astonishment.
“You deserve the same treatment as your pitiful bitch.”
With a growl, Inuyasha tackled Naraku, and started punching the twisted asshole in the face, just as hard as he could. He had only gotten in a few good hits before he was dragged off and physically thrown out of the building.
Inuyasha raised himself up from the ground and rubbed his knuckles. This was it; the time had come. He jumped to his feet, realizing for the first time since seeing that scratch on Kagome’s face that his numerous bullet-wounds still hurt horribly. The hanyou sprinted home and flung open the bedroom door. Kagome was sitting there, an image of worry.
“Kagome, we’re leaving.”
She blinked. “Inuyasha, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, but we have to leave. Before sunrise, we have to be out of here.”
“What did you do?”
“That’s not important. Start packing up the bare essentials, and then go to bed. You need your rest, and I can pack up everything else by myself and have it ready to go before sunrise.”
Kagome stared at him for a moment. “We’re really leaving? Once and for all?”
“Once and for all.”
Kagome rushed into him in a hug, and he stroked her hair and held her tight. “Now,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, “let’s get packing.”
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A/N: Forgive me; I seem to be incapable of writing long lemons!
I know that I said earlier (I’m not sure where, but I remember saying it) that this story would be six chapters long, and as of right now, that remains true. However, I’m writing an extension in the story, which shouldn’t take me long at all to write, so it won’t delay my updates any more than the combination of my laziness and business already does. If it ends up being really long, though, it’ll extend the story into seven chapters, not six. I’ll almost definitely know by the next time I update, and I’ll tell you then!
Oh hey, as a side note, I thought I’d suggest a song! It’s called “Run” by Snow Patrol, and, in my opinion, it’s excellent. I got serious shivers the first time I heard it. Actually, the damn thing nearly brought me to tears, and I just sat there clutching my pillow in amazement. I can’t actually express how good it is. It might not be your style, and if that’s the case, I apologize for wasting your time, but I only mentioned it because the style and the lyrics fit this story really well. Check it out; chances are, it’ll blow your mind.
Next chapter: More explanation (of course), heavy, but short, doses of drama, and the beginning of something huge. The next to last chapter *as of right now*, and the more you review, the faster it will come! Pleeeeease please review!
I hope you enjoyed chapter four, and thank you for reading!
~Schrodinger’s Cat