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A Matter of Trust
By: TuxedoUranus89/InitialA
Disclaimer: I don�t
own InuYasha or any of its characters!! Rumiko Takahashi does, stop bugging me
about it!!
Author�s Note: Yeah,
I know, I have to finish He Touched Me,
but honestly, you don�t know my muse. She�s kicking me in the head right now.
And I was planning out both the first and second chapters in my head during my
curling club meeting. XD So I�ll get going with this, and go
back and forth for a bit. I don�t want to give too much away, so let�s
just jump right into it! =)

�INUYASHAAAAAAAAAA!�
Kagome screamed, bucking her hips into his as his
fangs sank into her collarbone. Draining himself into her, he sagged, and
licked the puncture marks clean. Sighing with exhaustion, InuYasha pulled
himself out of her, and lay down with is head between her breasts. She was
breathing heavily, and smug pride bloomed in his chest: he liked that reaction
out of his bitch. Kissing one of her soft mounds, he looked up at her. �Are you
alright?�
She smiled at him, a dazzling,
post-orgasmic smile. �More than. That was amazing��
She sighed, letting her head fall back. He smirked, and lay his head back down
on her chest. He listened to her heartbeat slow from their lovemaking, letting
it soothe him. His ears twitched when she started to rub one of them slowly. �Is
my bitch ready for another round?� He said with a slight teasing tone: she knew
what rubbing his ears did to him. She laughed. �Not unless you want me to sleep
for a week. Gods that was so good� If I don�t fall asleep in the next few
minutes, I definitely would if we went another round. Maybe
tomorrow night.�
He slid off of her, and she whimpered
at the loss of warmth. It was January, and it had been snowing heavily since
mid-afternoon. It was cold enough even with the fire going full-strength, and
warm blankets, but being naked on top of everything else made things chilly. InuYasha
kissed her forehead, then her nose, and then lingered on her lips. �We might
make the villagers angry, with all that noise you make.� He teased, laying next
to her and sliding an arm around her waist. She huffed at him, cheeks getting
red. �Excuse me, weren�t you the one howling at the moon before you marked me?�
He just smiled, drawing circles around the bite marks. She shivered, getting
goosebumps from the feeling of his claws on her skin.
He took an ear into his mouth,
lightly drawing his fangs down the curve. �You like that, don�t you bitch?� He
growled softly, his voice deep and lusty. She shivered again, nodding. He
smirked, and stopped. �Good. Now move over, you�re hogging the pillow.�
Exasperated and feeling aroused again, she smacked his shoulder. �You�re such a
tease.� Moving over, he rolled his eyes. �Says the one who�s
been tempting me to ravish her for three fucking years by wearing that
ridiculously short skirt. Keh, wench, do you know how many times I made
that excuse to �look for demons� because of the hard-ons
you gave me?� He asked, tweaking her nose. Kagome giggled and snuggled in to
his chest. �I thought you always looked tired after those� If that ever happens
again, just come to me, and I�ll� fix it.� She yawned.
Grinning lecherously, he whispered,
�What if I just come on you?� She
smiled sleepily. �That too�� He kissed her forehead again, and wrapped his arm
around her, holding her close as they both drifted off to sleep. �I love you,
my mate�� He whispered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She gripped the wood tightly; her
knuckles were white. Why�? Just that
morning she�d returned, they�d run out of Ramen and he was begging her for it,
and touching her in the most arousing ways while he was doing it. She�d finally
agreed, threatening him that if he didn�t do any of that in earnest later, she
wouldn�t give the Ramen to him. She�d left their hut, theirs, the one he�d worked so hard on when she agreed to be his
mate, their cute little two-room hut, and made her way to the well, telling him
she�d be back in less than an hour, so he didn�t need to follow. He�d listened
for once, and had gone to make sure their wood supply was still dry after the
snowstorm that left a foot of the pure whiteness behind. The village children
were playing in it as she trudged through the snow, throwing snowballs at each
other and calling out their giggly greetings to her as she�d passed.
How was she supposed to know that
the well would close as soon as she�d gone through? That she�d twist her ankle
half an hour later by making the twelve-foot drop without the usual graceful
fall through time? Tears fell thick and fast now, and her knees gave out. He�d
hate her, die hating her, always wondering why she�d never come back, if she
hated him� he might even think she purposely sealed the well to keep him from
coming after her.
It wasn�t fair, she decided,
sobbing against the ancient wood. They�d only been bonded for three days, three days out of a lifetime meant to spend together. Why couldn�t the well have sealed
while she was still there? InuYasha could have dealt with the lack of Ramen, or
else she�d learn to make it from scratch. She�d still be with him� She cried
harder, realizing that in all likelihood he was dead now. The InuYasha she knew
was already over two hundred years old, and she didn�t even know how long
hanyou lived compared to full-blooded demons. Kagome attempted to get a grip on
herself; she was hyperventilating, and crying hysterically. It was cold. She
needed to get back inside, before she took sick. There was nothing she could do
to reopen the well, she had no Shikon no Tama, and her powers would never work
on it. She could however, take care of herself. Resting a hand on her stomach,
she heaved the bag of Ramen over her shoulder and trudged through the snow,
lesser and dirtier than in the feudal era; she could take care of herself, and
then take care of their child.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He hated springtime. It made him want to scratch and roll in the gravel like a dog. It made
his suits fit uncomfortably. It made him sneeze. But most of all, he hated it
because it made him think of her. It was the season they�d met. It was the
season she loved the most, with the cherry blossoms, and the promises of new
life. It was the season they�d missed, the first out of many, hundreds of
seasons, hell, even thousands of
seasons missed.
He didn�t think of her much these
days. At least, he tried not to, and told himself he wasn�t thinking of her
much, that he was doing his best to forget her. He�d stopped trying to figure
out when she would be alive ages ago. It was all so confusing, he�d just said �Fuck it� and took things as they
were. She wouldn�t want to see him anyway. Not after what had happened. Especially not now.
A glint of gold caught his eye,
peeking from a not-quite-closed drawer. Curious despite himself, he checked it,
and found the old pendant. The one with their pictures
inside, youthful, angry, silently screaming at each other as usual. He
often wondered why he kept it, it dug up painful memories he�d tried to bury eons
ago. A tear slipped down his face, and landed on the closed heart, startling
him. Furious with himself, and threw the locket back in the drawer and slammed
it shut. Grabbing his jacket and briefcase, he slammed his way out the door of
the suite. Work would distract him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Summertime in Japan was usually hot
and miserable. It made everyone uncomfortable, it made the elderly drink cool
beer and whine about the young in their newer homes with air conditioning, it
made the young angry and stupid, but most of all, it made Kagome short of
breath. Seven months into her pregnancy, and she had
to be out walking through the hotbox that was Tokyo in July. Her back was
killing her, her ankles were screaming in protest, and sweat was pouring down
her face, her back, and she was sure there was a pool of it between her
obnoxiously large breasts. Naturally, she stopped every few blocks or so, and
sat down in an air conditioned store, or caf�, but laden with bags, she
wondered why she was forcing herself to walk back to the shrine, when there was
an amazing invention called the taxi cab zooming around her every four seconds,
making her wait and stand in the unbearable sun at street corners, wonderfully
fast contraptions that had air conditioning in them. Her rational self told her
it was because the doctor had said she needed a little more exercise, after being
cooped up for months with morning sicknesses that seemed to have nothing to do
with the morning, and she was only following doctor�s orders by taking a bus to
her favorite baby-things store and then walking back.
The problem was,
it seemed that the shrine was farther from the store than she�d originally
thought. Maybe it was just the heat of the day that made it seem longer, or
maybe she had miscalculated the distance, but her feet were killing her. She
decided that as soon as she was across the street, she�d get into another caf�.
She wished passionately that she�d thought to bring her own water bottle,
instead of paying for water with lemon slices in every caf� she went into, but
she consoled herself with the fact that it didn�t cost much at all, and there
was the benefit of ice. She kept telling herself that, as she started across
the road when the signal told her to. Kagome labored to breathe, the black tar
below reflecting the heat back at her with double the force. Her vision grayed,
and doubled. She blacked out.
A man, moving with inhumane speed,
caught her before she hit the ground. He checked for a pulse vitals; she was
overheated, and no wonder, so far along with a pup. A car horn blasted into his
ears, and he gave the driver the finger, gathering up woman and shopping bags
easily to the other side of the road. People started to gather around him, and
he waved them off. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed for an ambulance, and
told them to hurry. The woman�s face was flushed, and he worried slightly over
the effects it would have on her unborn child.
He did a double-take. There were
four precise puncture-marks on her collarbone, easily visible with the flowery
sundress she wore. Blinking, he lifted the woman�s head to take a better look.
He paled. InuYasha swallowed hard, looking at the face of his unconscious mate
for the first time in over five hundred years. Kagome�

((Hook, line, and sinker, right? XD I kid. I do hope it was a good
chapter though, I like leaving things like this. A little short, but now with
the groundwork out, all the mayhem can start, and that�s the fun part. I�m
starting work on chapter two, it�s all up in my head
and ready to go. =3 Maybe I�ll get it up tonight as well, but we�ll just see
how things work out. Please leave a review, I love hearing feedback!! =D See
you in the next chapter!!))
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