Divine Intervention.

A/N: Yay. Now I’ve added Season One of “Angel” to my list of Things to Watch When Extremely Lonely. Goshdarnit, David Boreanaz, why can’t you be mine? Anyway. See, I’m going to start another story, about where Inuyasha is married to Kikyo, but he starts seeing Kagome, this fiery, beautiful girl he meets at his work, behind her back. They start up their divorce, bad things happen… oh, and some good things too! Let’s see what I can make happen, folks! On forward to the chappy!



P.S. This was inspired by Coldplay’s new album, “Viva la Vida.” Especially Tracks 7 [Viva la Vida] and 9 [Strawberry Swing]. Oh, and Track 8, “Violet Hill.”

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Chapter Seven: But It’s Better if You Don’t.



Kagome groaned and growled, and Moriko and Shippo both kept their distance from her. Sango and Miroku, the funny-thinking humans, were the only ones clueless enough about the amount of rage concealed in Kagome’s humanlike body to stay right beside her during their trip to the place Inuyasha was being held captive, which Kagome had already presumed was Mika’s place; after all, there was only one spirit that had already attempted to subjugate him. “I’m going to kill that little runt!” Kagome yelled, letting an anguished cry of fury. She looked at her friends and her two kids. “I mean, come ON! Who the hell is dumb enough to actually STEAL a three millennia old goddess’s lover! I will pulverize that little twit!”



When she walked up to the door, Kagome kicked it so hard it splintered into small pieces. She knocked on the bedroom door before doing the same to it. She stopped, shocked, by what she saw. Her husband, Inuyasha, stood in the middle of the room, clad only in a pair of tight, formfitting black leather pants. His long mane of silver hair shone brightly in the dim light of the bedroom, and he turned to look at his mate. His eyes were a deep, solid black, once again subjugated.



Kagome whirled on the young-looking female youkai sitting on the bed. She gaped at Kagome; after a moment of shock, her expression became angry. “What the hell are you doing in my -” The youaki stopped midsentence when she saw Kagome burst into blue flame suddenly. Inuyasha didn’t move, just stood and stared at her. Sango yelped and jumped into her husband’s arms, despite his perverted nature. Moriko and Shippo both stared, astonished by what they were seeing. Moriko looked at her mate, smiling a little. “Wow,” she whispered to him, “I had no idea Mom was so strong!”



The kitsune gave her a questioning look. “Kami are supposedly made of some kind of eternal flame,” she told him. “The hotter the individual flame burns, the more power they possess. By doing that – turning into a human match like that – she’s proving what she is and, more importantly, the kind of power she holds.” Moriko turned to look back at her mother, who had become flesh again, and she grinned proudly. “She’s showing that youkai who’s boss.”



“I bought him, spirit,” the female defended herself, still sitting on the bed, cowering a little. “I bought him fair and square. It isn’t my fault he was already owned.”



That earned an even deadlier glare from Kagome. “I don’t OWN him,” she spat at the youkai. “I’m mated to him.” She pulled the collar of her dark green tunic shirt down, revealing the mate mark on her left collarbone. The female youkai’s eyes widened and she stared at it dumbly. “Oh my,” she muttered, her eyes coming up to meet Kagome’s gaze. She stood, stumbling a little, and practically shoved Inuyasha at the goddess. “I am so sorry,” she told Kagome, “I had no idea he was mated.” She was on her way out the door. The gang watched her leaving. “Hey!” Sango yelled after her. “Where are you going?”



“To get my money back,” the youkai called over her shoulder, disappearing out the missing door.

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Later that night, Kagome came down and sat beside Sango and Moriko on the sofa in the living room. She sighed. “So,” Sango started, “how’s Inuyasha?”



“Still subjugated,” she told them. “I pulled on his inner demon, and it couldn’t make it through this time. Mika upped her game.” She rubbed her face and made a frustrated noise. Sango and Moriko grinned at each other; Kagome was wearing one of Inuyasha’s giant, maroon t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. She was a fierce being who only ended up looking adorable when she got angry in her lounging attire.



“At least he’s wearing normal clothes now,” Sango said, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth. She grinned guiltily at her best friend. “If I had to spend one more minute helping him back to the house while he was wearing nothing but those tight, leather pants…” She shook her head, closing her eyes and making a tight-lipped, contented noise. She opened her eyes to find Kagome and Moriko staring at her in disgust and disbelief. Miroku had just walked in alongside Shippo, and the monk also was staring at his wife. “What the hell, Sango?” Shippo asked her, stunned and horrified by what he had just overheard.



Kagome looked at Moriko, her expression now serious. “Tomorrow, we’re heading for your uncle’s. He’ll know where to find Mika.”



Moriko looked a little puzzled. “What are we going to do about her, Mom?” she asked her. “We can intimidate her, but we can’t force her to lift it.”



Kagome stood, hiding her face from her daughter and friends. “We’ll make her lift it.”



Moriko laughed a little, standing with her. “But, Mom, how can we make her? The only way we could make her lift the subjugation would be to -” She stopped, staring at her mother, her face losing its color. “Mom, you can’t be serious.”



Kagome left the room, and Moriko looked at her mate. “Shippo, we might need your help tomorrow.” Shippo nodded, catching her drift. Sango and Miroku started after the two, who were making their way up the stairs. “Wait!” the demon hunter called. “Can’t we go tomorrow? We could help.”



Moriko turned her head, giving it a quick shake in their direction. “No,” she answered, “you won’t be much help to us. Unless either of you have any experience killing a goddess?” The pair blinked and shook their heads. “No? All right, then. Have a good sleep!” Moriko smiled brightly and went off with her mate to their bedroom.

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Kagome sat on the bed, not daring to look at her subjugated husband. Inuyasha, still under control, was staring at her. She turned her head and glared at him, her face becoming red and her eyes glowing hotly. “Stop that,” she shot at him. He blinked. “Stop what?” She sighed, frustrated. “Stop staring at me,” she answered.



“I’m not staring,” he replied in a monotone voice.



Kagome shook her head. “I wish you weren’t so calm,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. He scooted toward her and reached forward. She flinched away a little, but he kept reaching. He cupped her chin in his hand and turned her head to face him. She looked up into his dark, dark eyes. Then he glanced out the window. Kagome followed his gaze, noticing that the sun had gone down and the moon was high in the sky. It was new.



She gasped and looked back at her husband, noticing finally that his dark eyes weren’t black, as they should have been when subjugated, but they were a deep violet color. She watched as his hair turned black, and he smiled at her. “By the way,” he murmured softly, “if I absolutely have to be subjugated to someone, I’m glad it would be you.”



Kagome jumped forward, falling on top of him. “Thank Gods the subjugation only works on those with youkai blood!” she cried out happily. He laughed, a loud, roaring laugh, and all three of their kids came running into the bedroom, knowing their father’s booming laughter anywhere. They leaped on top of him, yelling and screaming excitedly. Kagome laughed and jumped on Inuyasha with them, and Moriko and Shippo stood in the doorway, watching and smiling.



Moriko took Shippo’s hand in hers and led him to their bedroom that they now shared. It had been several years since they had become mates, and it had been a very happy and peaceful period of time for both of them. Inuyasha hadn’t been too excited for his adopted son to be mating his daughter; it honestly had seemed a little too strange for him. But thankfully Kagome had strong-armed him into leaving the subject alone. Moriko and her mate snuck into their bedroom and shut the door until it was open just a crack. Moriko watched out through the crack to see Sango and Miroku come upstairs and usher all the children back into their own rooms to give Kagome time alone with Inuyasha. ‘She’ll need it tonight,’ the half-goddess thought as she shut the door all the way and turned back to Shippo, who was already undressing and preparing for bed. ‘Once that new moon fades into the rising sunlight, he won’t be my dad anymore. He’ll be that… empty shell of my dad once again. That is, until we kill Mika tomorrow. Then he’ll be back to normal.’



She climbed into the large bed beside Shippo. He was a grown kitsune male now, complete with a ripped chest, a glistening six-pack stomach, and a handsome, sculpted face. His green eyes always glinted with mischief, and Moriko loved to run her fingers through his long mane of fiery red hair. His skin was so soft and hot like fire to the touch. Right then, she ran her hands along his pectorals, licking her lips. Shippo’s breathing slowed, and he stared at her as she brought her face up to his and locked lips with him demandingly.



He pulled her underneath him, settling above her and, with a single flick of his claw, tore her bra in half. She grinned, but her grin turned to an open-mouthed gasp when his lips latched on to her nipple, sucking it eagerly. He moaned into her breast when his nose caught the scent of her arousal. Moriko arched her back, pushing her breast and nipple further into his mouth, and he kissed her breast and moved over to the other one. As he sucked on the nipple, he looked up at her, watching her face as she moaned, overcome with pleasure. While his mouth was distracted with her breasts, he moved his hand down to her lower torso, tracing his claw along her delicate waist and hips. He used his claw to shred her panties in two with one quick swipe, and then retracted his claw to rub her clit with his fingertip. Moriko cried out at the combined sensations, and she bucked her hips into her mate’s hand. Shippo groaned as he felt his fingers become covered in her warm juices. He stopped sucking for just a moment so that he could run his tongue along her breast, and he sunk two fingers deep into her depths at the same time. She shuddered beneath him, and he could feel her walls tightening around his fingers.



Unable to control himself any longer, Shippo pulled his fingers out of his mate, and she groaned in disappointment. “Don’t worry,” he murmured breathily into her throat as he nipped at the base of it and her collarbone. “You won’t be missing me for long.” He moved her on top of him and teased her clit and nether lips with his erect cock. She reached beneath her to pump it once, making Shippo tilt his head back and bare his fangs at her, groaning in anticipation. Moriko loved the soft feel of the skin on his penis, and it was hot to the touch. She guided his cock inside her, and he shuddered at the overwhelming pleasure of feeling himself bathed in her wet warmth. She sat on top of him, straddling him for barely a moment, and then, his hands gripping her hips so tight she knew they’d leave marks, he moved her up and down on him, moaning at the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her. She moaned with him, her fingernails digging harmlessly into his sculpted chest.



She rode him, long and hard, his hips bucking up beneath her in time with her own thrusts. She came, and her scream was loud and glorious, and the sound of it made him come with her, his seed spilling inside her. She stopped, and then she looked at him. His gaze met hers. “Did you feel that?” she asked him.



Shippo tilted his head, scrunching his face adorably. “Did I feel what?” he asked. His confused expression became a smirk similar to Inuyasha’s. “I felt your insides contracting around my member as you came…” His fox ear pricked up, and he looked toward the ceiling. “Was that my name you cried out?”



He pounced on top of her, rolling her over onto her back. His fingers ran lightly along her waist, tickling her. Shippo cackled as Moriko shrieked with laughter. “Shippo! Shippo, stop that! You’ve made your point!”



“What? What was that? Was that the sound of you screaming my name?”



“Shippo!”



“What was that?”



“SHIPPO!”



The two stopped dead in their tracks at Inuyasha’s booming voice. He had thrown open the door, strong despite his temporary humanness, and he was now standing at the foot of their bed, glaring at them, flexing his clawless fingers.



“Shippo, stop that this instant!” the human Inuyasha yelled. “You two are keeping the entire household up, and your mother is extremely tired. She needs her rest. Please! Just… give it to her already.” He turned to leave.



In the doorway, he turned back and pointed a finger at his adopted son. “And… Shippo?” The young kitsune male sat up and looked at his father. Inuyasha sighed and gave him a thumbs up. “I’m proud of you.” He nodded to his son and daughter before leaving, shutting the door behind him. Shippo and Moriko looked at each other and laughed silently, sneaking back underneath the covers.



A few minutes later, as the pair were drifting off into sleep, Moriko wrapped up safe and warm in Shippo’s arms, she smiled to herself. ‘Oh, well,’ she thought. ‘I can tell him later. It’s not like this baby’s going to be born anytime soon.’ She yawned, closing her eyes. ‘He’ll figure it out soon enough.’

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Ok, I lied. The next chapter is the one inspired by those songs I put up there. It’s starting to get a little long, and I honestly believe that that was the best lemon I have ever written. So there. Action and killing in the next one. All their lives are about to change forever… mwahahaha.



Tomorrow or the next day:



Chapter Eight: All This Time She Was Silent Still.