Devotion that Withstands Time

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.


Part 6
A Day in the Life of… Part 2


In the bedroom, on that Tuesday night you find yourself alone watching a film about a detective questioning a lonely mattress saleswoman on the scene of a crime.

Your own loneliness is more or less because of Inuyasha being dragged out of the apartment earlier by his friends from work. The reason of the sudden celebration was unknown to you, mostly because you didn’t care to ask. You didn’t particularly like his friends, not that they were bad people you’d just rather have a drink with Ayame at the mall than a few beers with them at the bar. However, you could probably stand their company much better drunk anyway. Knowing the group they’d all probably be back late and you’d have the whole apartment to yourself.

As the plot of the movie seems to go right to where the detective’s mouth is heading to along with the dialogue, which had gone missing a long time ago, you find yourself getting a little more interested in the seedy movie. From the moans coming from the saleswoman, you could only wonder what the detective is searching for so deeply between the saleswoman’s legs; maybe a clue? You watch with a bit of envy as the saleswoman writhes, gasps and digs her fingers into the mattress as the detective seems to finally find what he’s looking for buried so deeply inside of her.

The saleswoman seems to be right where the detective wants her, sweating and panting with no way of escape, giving the detective the perfect time to go in for the kill.

You lay back and close your eyes to picture Inuyasha leaning over you and teasing your skin with his teeth. You sigh and slip your fingers underneath your shirt and trace over your skin in the certain place where Inuyasha had left a mark several nights prior. The mark was long gone, but the spot was still a bit tender to the touch and as you lightly trace over the spot you remember Inuyasha laying low between your legs, breathing over the fresh, reddish mark on your abdomen and softly stroking and pushing your thighs apart while you waited for his next move only to find out that he was attempting to spell out his name with the marks.

Abruptly, the door creaks open and you look up startled to see Inuyasha's friend Katsuro standing in the bedroom doorway (and you didn’t even hear the front door open when he came in). From the light, yet conspicuous flush on the pale skin man's face you could tell that he’s drunk, not surprisingly.

Out of everyone in the group, Katsuro was the one you didn't like the most; he’s the guy who forgets to take off his shoes after he comes inside and then casually puts his feet on top of the coffee table. However, he was mostly the sweetest guy in the group (excluding Inuyasha) and if he wasn't such a slob you wouldn't be able to picture him being friends with the other guys, but with a steady girlfriend and an unwrinkled shirt.

Katsuro opens his mouth to slur a greeting, but halts at the panting and moaning coming from the television and turns and stares at the screen.

You blush and quickly grab the remote to pause the video, but unluckily pauses it at a very sensual view of the detective’s head buried between the saleswoman’s legs.

You hop up from the bed and turn to him, glancing off to the side and flushing hotly. "Katsuro, what do you want?"

The flushed man stutters and slurs unintelligible words, staring at you with wide eyes and you barely catch him muttering about using the toilet.

"...The toilet? It's right across the hall, let me help you." You quickly push the man out of the room and through the bathroom door.

You close the door for him and walk into the living room and glare at your husband, who was now standing in front of the window, holding the curtain open and giving someone outside the finger.

"Inuyasha, why is Katsuro wandering around?"

He turns to you not seeming to be too bothered by the look you’re giving him. "He got wasted, and they didn't want to piss himself in the car." He replies coolly.

He too, had been drinking that night and you could tell by his demeanor, but he still seemed to be as sober as he was a few hours ago. That was the weird thing about Inuyasha, after nearly two years of marriage (the anniversary’s in three more months) and you had never seen him drunk. Sure, when you were in college he drunk all the time, and probably everyday, and in more than the recommended portion. And, of course, he drinks every week, but the half human seemed immune to alcohol.

You couldn't and still can't 'hold your drinks' as you couldn't since you started drinking, and you would always end up tipsy by your second or third drink and smashed by your fifth. Compared to you, Inuyasha seemed to be a bottomless pit and sometimes you were a bit unsure if he wasn't or not.

“Why aren’t you helping him? He walked right into the bedroom while I was in there,” You complain frowning, and pause blushing lightly. “Watching-“

The bathroom door creeks open and Katsuro stumbles out of the bathroom and down the hall in a drunken sway. You glance away from the drunken guy irritably, and notices a bit too late that he’s swaying drunkenly towards you. You frown deeper as the man stops before you and mutters your name, seeming to be very well about to topple over, which he does and brings you down with him.

Luckily, you were standing behind of the couch so you didn’t fall on the floor; unluckily he’s leaning very heavily against you so you felt uncomfortably trapped under his weight, bending backwards, awkwardly over the couch. You could smell the alcohol and whatever food he had eaten that night in his breath slapping against your face as he breathed and could intimately see the clarity in his dark brown eyes; clarity that opposed the drunken state he seemed to be in at the moment.

“___,” he mutters, thankfully not butchering up your name. “Ifsh you’re ever tired of Insha- Insuasher… That dog guy… I will alwaysh be here… There for you, only one call away.” Katsuro swears, seeming to be quite serious at the moment. “I can be here… And there for you right now.”

You nod quickly, turning your head away, trying not to suffocate under the heat of his breath. You were beginning to feel irritated enough to appeal to your violent, yet loving side, (a side that you usually saved for Inuyasha), and punch the drunkard wherever your fist connected. Before you could demonstrate your affectionate violence, Inuyasha yanks Katsuro off of you, pushes him to the door and shoves him out roughly.

“See ya’, watch out for the stairs on your way out!” He says and shuts the door. At the heavy thump in the hallway you assume Katsuro must have tripped and you frown a bit concerned.

“Is he going to be ok?” You ask overhearing the intoxicated man muttering curses in the hall. Inuyasha shrugs irritably.

“He fell down the stairs before.”

“It’s the fourth floor…” You say picturing Katsuro tripping and tumbling down all three stairwells.

“He’s thick-skinned.” He replies offhandedly and takes off his jacket and tosses it over the couch.

You hum a bit worriedly for the man’s health, but nods at Inuyasha’s comment. The man does seem thick-skulled, and he is wasted, so what are a few more dead brain cells if he hits his head a couple of times? He’ll be alright.

“Welcome back,” You greet and smile when he kisses you. “Drink much?” He tasted of minty fresh tangerines and you feel pleased that he remembered to pop a mint this time.

“Yep.”

“Katsuro must have lost another drinking contest.” You say following him to the bedroom.

“Yeah, to me.” He smirks proudly.

"That's unfair, you never get drunk." You say pitying Katsuro's ignorance of Inuyasha's unfaltering sobriety. "How much did he drink?"

"Enough that they were afraid he'd piss himself in the car."

"That's terrible."

"For him, I won $50."

You pause and smile, "good job, try for his wallet next time."

"Alright." He walks into the room and pauses momentarily when he sees the TV; the saleswoman was still frozen in a state bliss and the detective still poking around for clues. "Kept yourself busy?"

"Mmhm," You walk over to the bed and picks up the video's box. "The Raunchy Detective: The Water Mattress Plunder Files, it's a series.”

You set the box down and crawl back onto the bed, “I give it five stars, because above all, the detective’s hot, the plot is great and they managed to get BDSM in the first five minutes.” You smirk as he strips down to his boxers. “And there’s the same actress that you like in it, too… As you can see.”

He lazily sprawls out on the bed and regards your smirk with a raised brow and you happily grab the remote and press play. The saleswoman finishes a gasp that was cut off at the pause and clenches her fingers in the detective’s hair and the detective holds the woman’s trembling legs apart as he watches her keenly. You lean back against Inuyasha and watch with mild interest as the episode draws to a close.

The water bed shakes and the detective mounts the panting saleswoman; seconds later, a sharp butcher knife pierces through the sturdy plastic of the water mattress and stands erect nearly stabbing the saleswoman in the back if the detective hadn’t changed their position. By the end of the episode the butcher knife is discovered as the murder weapon, and the victim was murdered just as the saleswoman nearly was. The raunchy detective once again solves another spine-tingling case.

You stop and rewind the tape. “Well, that was a sexy yet painful way to die…”

“If you like necrophilia,” he grimaces.

“She wasn’t dead yet, after the bed stabbed her, she was just bleeding to death.” You point out about the murder victim and places the tape back into its case and on top of the TV.

“Yeah, so if you like fucking bleeding, dying women, then.” He corrects himself and watches you bounce back onto the bed and grab a bottle of lotion from the nightstand.

Tonight, instead of your regular flannel pajamas you wear an old, oversized shirt that pools into your lap as you bend your legs to rub on the lotion. You rub the lotion over your thighs and swiftly dip in between your thighs to lightly trace over a bite mark that had long since faded from your skin but still felt just as sensitive to the touch. He inwardly remembers how the mark came to be and wonders what a few more would look like, but then the reason why he wouldn’t be able to act on his thoughts that night occurs to him. He narrows his eyes at you.

“It must be his fetish, his odd, unnerving fetish in which he likes to have sex, stab the person in the back while he’s having sex and finish himself and them off while the person’s bleeding to death.” You say and add with a longing sigh. “It seemed like a very comfortable water mattress though.”

He glares, “why the fuck are we watching porn when we can’t have sex anyway?”

You look at him surprised, which becomes a guiltless stare moments later, “I like watching porn; it makes me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.” You say and snuggle against his side. “And you’re just so easy to tease.”

“Fucking tease.”

“If you kept your head out of the gutter it wouldn’t be a problem.” You suggest and pat his chest.

You gasp when seconds later you find yourself flipped over and laying on your back. He pins you down, leaning over you and you could practically feel the heat of his stare prickling against your skin. He leans down against you and buries his face into the crook of your neck, and breathes in deeply. His breath drifts across your skin and pauses at a particularly sensitive area and teases the area with small brushes of his fangs and tongue. You briefly imagine him breathing heavily against your skin, sweaty, and gently rubbing your thighs, preparing for another round. You don’t struggle when he pushes apart your legs and slides his hands under your t-shirt. You can’t help but release a soft moan from the light, teasing nips on your neck and from the sudden image in your mind. You attempt to raise your hips to grind against him wantonly, but you’re held down tightly as he slowly tugs your panties with a single clawed finger.

Seconds later, the elastic of your panties is pulled to its limit, let go, and popping against your skin. You flinch, and snap out of your horny daze, surprised and watch the smug half demon walk out of their bedroom

… For the next several minutes, you take the time to try and figure out what just happened. “…Inuyasha!!”


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Early afternoon the next day, you stand in the bedroom eyeing the answering machine with a peculiar, yet cautious stare. Ayame had called asking about the questionable content of the message (after briefing you about the situation between Ryo and Mandi), which from what you remembered was an innocent message that you and Inuyasha edited quite a few times to get to perfection. You turn back to stripping the bed sheets from the bed having decided to check the machine later.

“Hey…” Inuyasha says, standing closely behind you. Quietly making his presence known, that happened to be for the first time that day.

You jump and nearly fall over trying to put some distance between the two of them, but quickly catch yourself. You sigh and glance back at him, “hey.”

Wordlessly, he walks around you and finishes stripping the bed. Now that normally would have been an odd thing to see… If the half demon wasn’t guilty, of course.

Last night you had gotten into an unexpectedly short argument. It was in no ways too serious, in your opinion anyway, but still as unpleasant as any other. It started with a bit of renewed jealously on his part, which you figured was only dormant to begin with, and ended with him storming out of the bedroom leaving you confused and frustrated. You assumed that he slept on the couch last night because by the time you woke up to make breakfast he was lounging on the couch watching TV. (Somehow he had managed to move the TV out of the bedroom without waking you.)

Now you are both slightly possessive people… And it’s not a particularly strange occurrence for you two to argue. However, you’re not at all interested in digging up past relationships that’s already been argued about and handled with a fair share of frustration and jealousy. It’s unnecessary now. Especially since all that brought it up was a waterbed.

“Thanks,” you smile and pick up the hefty basket of laundry.

“I got it.” He takes the basket and stacks the bed sheets on top of the pile of laundry.

“I’m going to do the laundry.” You state, unsure if whether or not he knew.

“I know.”

“Oh.” You pause and pick up the bottles of detergent you set beside the bed before stripping the bed sheets. You look at him curiously as he grabs the bottles and drops them a top the already piling heap of laundry, and returns your look expectantly. Wordlessly, you turn and exit the bedroom.

As much as you tried, you could never stay mad at him for too long, especially now since he was guilty anyway. However, even though you aren’t mad at him it made no sense to not take advantage of a helping hand. You could still use some more help with cleaning later.

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In the well lit basement and/or laundry room of your apartment, you stand with a small smile on your face as you fold and place the freshly cleaned laundry on another stack inside of the laundry basket. Inuyasha stands beside you folding from another pile of clothes.

A newlywed couple had just moved into the apartment a few weeks ago, just below yours on the third floor and the couple had just visited the laundry room. The newlyweds were an attractive, cheerful couple around you and Inuyasha’s age who were not at all shy about groping in public or using cute, yet embarrassing pet names; much like you and Inuyasha without the cute, little pet names and half the cheer. This could only mean that you and your husband most likely aren’t the apartment’s favorite newly married couple anymore.

The newlyweds nuzzled lovingly as they dumped their clothes into the washing machine, fondled near the dryers and shared sweet kisses near the snack machine, all before noticing that there were others in the laundry room. The younger couple eagerly introduced themselves and invited them to hang out whenever you’re free, which couldn’t be the following week since you and Inuyasha would be at a wedding.

You carefully fold up a pair of faded jeans and breathe in the fresh, pleasant scent the fabric softener left behind. “To think we were just like them a year and three months ago.”

A bit frustrated with folding altogether, Inuyasha sets down a sloppily folded up shirt on top of the pile.

“Except that Matsui happily helps his wife with the laundry.”

He picks up another shirt and frowns, “I help.”

“Not then, but now.” You smile and grab a hold of his shirt and pull him down roughly for a quick kiss. “You’re a lot of help.”

He smirks, “then, we didn’t have on clothes enough to ever need to do laundry.”

“I wish, that would have saved me a lot of time and coins.”

He picks up lacey, embroidered thong from the shrinking pile of unfolded clothes, “how do I fold these?”

“You don’t.” You say and pluck the delicate undergarment from his hands and set it on top of stack of folded clothes.

He watches you as you turn and open up a dryer before he grabs the thong from the stack.

“You know,” you drop fabric softener inside of the dryer, shut it and smile softly. “I forgive you. You’re my first and only one, and if you ever question it again I will leave you and take one of your cute dog ears with me as a keepsake.” You say and rub behind one of his ears affectionately.

A small, bead of sweat forms at his temple as the furnace rumbles to life in the background. “I didn’t apologize.”

Your smile falls and sets into a frown. “So you really think that I-“

He covers your mouth with his hand and shakes his head solemnly. “I did.” He pulls his hand when you bite him harshly. “Ow! I said I did! I don’t now!”

“Oh,” you glare at him momentarily before glancing down at the reddish bite mark on his hand.

He looks away, eyeing a nearby washing machine. “I didn’t mean what I said last night. I was… Frustrated.”

“I don’t forgive you.” You say and frown at the snack machine.

“What? But you just did.” He looks back at you bemused.

You cross your arms and glare at him irritably, “I take it back, I don’t forgive you.”

“You can’t do that!”

“I just did.” You snap and turn away from him.

“You’re just being difficult.” He mutters, watching your back tetchily and you huff. He sighs and scratches behind his ear lightly before muttering under his breath.

“What?” You ask, barely comprehending him.

“I’m sorry.” He says a bit louder and glances away from your back.

You turn back to face him, frowning softly. “I forgive you.”

He returns your frown, “and you’re not going to take it back this time?”

“No.” You murmur and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a tight, returned hug.

A short, bleach blond haired man enters the laundry room and discreetly coughs at the scene before him. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

You sigh and release him from your embrace and glance over his shoulder to the fair-haired man. “Mr. Matsui!”

Matsui smiles, and shifts the large, sturdy pink laundry basket in his arms. “Ms. ___, Mr. Inuyasha, please call me Chad.”

Chad Matsui is the groom of the new newlyweds that had just moved in. He and his wife had just moved from America to Japan, which explains his thick American accent. Matsui’s a Japanese American man, in his mid-twenties, with dirty blond hair and attractively tanned skin from their honeymoon in Hawaii.

You smile, “Mr. Chad.” You glance down at the large, hot pink laundry basket in Matsui’s arms. “Retrieving laundry?”

“Yeah,” Matsui looks down at his empty basket. “Excuse me; my dryer is right beside yours.”

Matsui sets his basket down on the opposite counter of theirs and squeezes them pass to his dryer. The space between the two counters was narrow and Matsui brushes shoulders with Inuyasha as he moves pass. You frown at the lack of space and move to the side to give Matsui more room. You press into Inuyasha, but the half demon didn’t seem to get the hint that you were giving Matsui space and instead of moving to the side with you he wraps his arm around your waist and holds you firmly against him while glaring at Matsui over his shoulder. You roll your eyes at the half demon’s behavior and reach up and pinch his nipple swiftly.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?!”

“I’m a sadist, move over.”

He glares at you briefly and step over to the side, pulling you along with him by your waist. You ignore him and finish folding up the remainder of the laundry. Seconds later, Matsui finishes loading up his laundry basket and picks it up with a grunt. The dirty blond haired man staggers with the basket of laundry and edges pass you. Matsui watches helplessly as a shirt slips off of his stack and onto the floor on top of your thong that had somehow slipped off the counter and to the floor after Matsui’s arrival.

Matsui sighs and shifts the basket carefully in his arms, crouches down and snatches all of the fallen clothes up. He walks carefully to the door trying not to spill anymore laundry to the floor.

“I’ll see you both later,” he calls nudging the door open with his foot.

“Bye Mr. Chad!” You smile, waving the blond man off as he exits.

You turn and look at the half demon questioningly, but decide to leave his sudden display of possessiveness alone. It wasn’t too rare that he could act like a guard dog at times. If there was anything else wrong then he would tell you just like he did last night. You smile and push your laundry basket into his arms.

“I love you.” You say sweetly.

He blinks at you and frowns at the snack machine, “Yeah, yeah.”

You lean over the laundry basket and kiss him, not at all bothered by his lack of a response and turn and walk to the exit of the room, but do not expect the harsh, revengeful pinch to your backside when you turn around.

“Ow! Inuyasha!”

You turn and glare at the half demon before returning his smirk and whipping out your small, plastic, water gun from your back pocket. You squirt him in the face and he growls as you smirk at him triumphantly. He shifts the laundry basket in his arms and reach out to snatch the plastic gun away, but you quickly hold it out of his reach and stick your tongue out at him.

“Why you-!” He reaches out to snatch the plaster gun away again, but you swiftly lean away from his grasp and squirt him in the side of the face.

At his sudden advance, you back out of the room quickly and walk to the stairwell. Seconds later, you run up the stairs, skillfully avoiding all of his attempts to disarm you. He follows, hot on your tail, and growls and curses when you turn back and squirts him again. You laugh between his growls and curses, and you turn back just as you reach the third flight of steps to squirt him, but finds that he’s disappeared. You blink and turn around completely and drop your water gun to your side.

“Inuyasha?”

You frown and peek around the corner of the stairwell. It seems the half demon had vanished altogether. You cautiously walk up the remaining flights of stairs to the fourth floor. You enter the hallway from the stairwell exit, shut the door quietly and glance around for any sign of the half demon, but find none. Staying close to the wall, and glancing around warily you near your apartment and see that the door is cracked open. That could only mean that the half demon is already inside, unless Pan had snuck out for a midday stroll.

You peer in through the crack, and of course see no one inside. You nudge the door open, walk inside, and shut the door behind you. From the lonely laundry basket set beside the couch, you could see that he made his presence pretty obvious. You walk further inside and call out to him, but receive no answer. You walk pass the couch and peeks into the kitchen. Strange, he wasn’t in there either…

You turn and pause as the kitchen door suddenly swings open and you glance over your shoulder just in time to see the half demon mere inches away from you just as he tackles you to the couch. You scream, but he quickly covers your mouth with his hand.

“Be quiet!”

You struggle underneath his weight as he reaches to grab your wrists with his free hand. Your water gun slips from your hand and bounces across the floor when he grabs your hand. You buck your hips against him forcefully and you two awkwardly roll off the couch to the floor and bump into the coffee table. He grunts, now on his back, having taken the majority of the damage from the tumble and glares at the leg of the coffee table he just bumped his head against.

You crawl over him and grab your water gun and find yourself roughly pushed onto your back. Leaning over you, he snatches the water gun from your hands, and easily snaps the shiny, plastic toy in two. You gasp as the small trigger falls and bounces underneath the coffee table and he tosses the two broken parts away.

“You broke it!”

He smirks down at you triumphantly. “Yeah-hey!” He leans back out of your reach when your hand shoots up to grab his ear. Instead of his ears, you settle your revenge lower and pinch and twist his nipple painfully.

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“Thanks for the snacks, Ms. Oshiro.” Inuyasha shuts the old lady’s apartment door after he exits quickly carrying a basket of linens with him.

He helped the nice, old woman carry her laundry from the basement to her apartment and stayed around for delicious, homemade snacks afterwards. He decided to leave after the old woman left to get her single nieces on the phone.

He waits in front of the elevator and blinks when he hears glass shatter around the corner of the hall. He glances around the corner and stares in disbelief at what he sees. On the end of the third floor, Matsui cries, and dodges the several glass plates and cups being thrown at his head from the inside of his apartment. Inside of Matsui’s apartment a woman (or beast, he couldn’t tell between the roaring) yells at the frightened man wrathfully.

“Michako, please calm down!” Matsui yells in vain to the enraged woman inside of his apartment.

Inuyasha walks around the corner and blanches when he sees a kitchen knife jammed into the hallway wall that was probably meant for Matsui. A domestic dispute? Too bad he’s on vacation; though he would have probably tried to help if it wasn’t for the way Matsui had openly ogled his wife’s ass earlier in the laundry room. He takes a closer look and sees that the sharp kitchen knife is piercing through a very familiar, skimpy piece of fabric. He runs the familiar lace through his fingers and glances at Matsui, who hadn’t noticed his presence at all.

“Hey.”

Matsui jumps and turns to Inuyasha, holding a hand over his own chest in alarm. He sighs in relief, “Mr. Inuyasha…”

Matsui notices him tugging at the thong pierced onto the wall by the kitchen knife and laughs nervously. “I don’t know who that belongs to. My wife found it in our laundry basket, but I don’t know how it got in!”

“Ah, this is my wife’s. You must have got it by accident.”

“That’s right! You were using the dryer right next to mine! Please tell my wife that, she won’t listen to me!” Matsui scurries back into his apartment. “Michako, I know who it belongs to!”

Matsui yelps and scurries back out of his apartment into the hall. “Mr. Inuyasha!” He pauses and blinks when he finds the hallway empty and the kitchen knife still jammed into the wall, but the thong missing.

He gulps and turns back to walk into his apartment. “Michako…”

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Later that night, you sit in the bedroom putting away the clean linens. You finish folding a blanket and set it into the closet and blink a bit surprised when you find your thong buried in the depth of the laundry basket. You pick it out and blink at the long, slit in the crotch area through front and back, as if punctured by a knife, or claw. You arch an eyebrow as you slide your fingers through the slit. Funny, you hadn’t seen this before…

“Inuyasha…”

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Ok, I know I haven't updated in a long time... Forgive me, it's just been a lot of lack of time, unmotivation and writer's block. All for a filler chapter... Though, I believe this came out well, since I was trying to show more aspects to yours and Inuyasha's relationship other than the lemons. Throwing in a few more side characters on the way, until the real plot kicks in.

Anyways, other than THH, I've been working on some Naruto fiction. NarutoxYou. Not the loudmouth 12 year old, but the loudmouth, matured 26 year old. Check it out if you like.

Thanks for reading. ^_^