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Forget the Storm	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I own the characters from the series. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Note: Happy Pi day!!!
It’s good to be back! And with a brand new full-length story, too. I like my one-shots, but stories are my jam. This one here has all you’ve come to expect from me, such as: no character development, a weak plot that makes no sense and shows up maybe twice in between lemons, lots of uncomfortable-to-read unrealistic sex, instant (and disturbing) love between InuKag, chapters that are maybe two pages in length, and long author’s notes nobody ever reads where I wonder if anyone understands or even enjoys my humor and if my time and small amount of talent is being wasted writing pervy stories for teenage girls who have problems socializing irl. WOOHOO!
The theme song for this story is Golden Dawn by The Legendary Pink Dots. I wanted to name the story Golden Dawn, since it is such a pretty title and goes quite well with our heroes, but did not want to have people thinking of the rather controversial political party of the same name while reading this story about children’s cartoon characters boinking. Now on to the story, since I’m pretty sure you don’t care much for some ignorant internet person’s half-baked thoughts on dumb stuff.
Many thanks to BashiYami for being a wonderful beta and amazing author who really takes the time to edit my confused and off-putting ramblings into something people would actually maybe want to read. You’re the best!
One: Introductions
                Inuyasha wiped the sweat from his brow and squinted into the bright afternoon sun. Today, his employer had requested that he paint the tall wooden beams that stood proudly at the entrance to the ancient shrine, which would have been easy if it weren’t so damned hot. Grumbling to himself, he resumed his work, cursing when he accidentally splattered his left cheek with a bit of sticky red paint. Ignoring it, he instead thought back to this morning and how enthusiastically his employer had woken him up. A very satisfied and very male grin made its way onto his face as he remembered the curve of Mrs. Higurashi’s backside and how she had looked on all fours in front of him, begging to be fucked like an animal. Thirty-two and already a widow, she was fit, the damage her body had taken from having two children almost entirely unnoticeable, aside from a couple faded stretch marks on her belly that weren’t visible unless one was looking for them. She wanted nasty, depraved, rough sex, and that was all he had been giving her the entire summer. On the floor, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the shower, on the dining room table, outside in the dirt. He would never have been able to manage working and fucking like he did were it not for his demon blood. It was good. Sex and money were two of his favorite things, and he got both right at the Sunset Shrine, along with a place to stay.
                Too bad all that ended today.
                Scowling, he remembered how she had practically thrown him out today, and even though she had smiled apologetically, it had stung. Her daughter was coming back from summer camp, and Mrs. Higurashi didn’t want her offspring to know she had sexual needs and satisfied them just like everybody else. Everything had been fine and dandy when her kid Sota was at home. The boy slept like a rock and idolized him, calling him “big brother” and following him around everywhere. He was kind of a nuisance, but it was nice to be looked up to for a change. But no, now that her female child, who apparently was more observant than her brother, was returning, she didn’t want to continue their relationship. Which would have been fine, except he had been practically living there for months and he knew she still wanted him. Hell, she was making him repaint the goddamn torii gates which he had done just a few months ago at the beginning of his hiring, and she found little nothings for him to do all the time, like opening jars, or moving furniture so she could vacuum underneath it, or fingering her while she did laundry—
                An angry, rapid tempo of pounding feet coming up the stairs interrupted his thoughts. His ears twitched; he was impressed. Most people were panting by the time they got half-way up, but this person was fucking sprinting. As they cleared the top, he saw a sweaty teenage girl in tiny jean shorts and a large t-shirt that had probably belonged to a guy at one point. Inuyasha smirked. Another idiot for another love charm. He studied her curiously as her eyes darted about, completely missing him where he crouched on top of the gate just above her. Her legs were long for her petite frame, and they were toned to perfection. Her breasts were noticeable beneath the loose material of the shirt, and he watched as they bobbed along with her movements. No bra? Really? And she had been running up those stairs. Inuyasha suddenly wished he had paid more attention and looked at her as she made her ascent. That would have been quite the show indeed. Her long, wavy black hair fluttered in the breeze and suddenly she took off again, quickly darting away from his appreciative eyes.
                Wait, that wasn’t the direction to the charm shop!
                Curious, Inuyasha jumped down and watched her kick open the screen door of the house, storming angrily inside. Not having worn shoes, he padded silently after the girl, slowing his breathing to better eavesdrop, before remembering that he had more of a right to be there than she did and brazenly entered the house after her. Before he could open his mouth, Mrs. Higurashi burst into the room, probably having heard her door nearly kicked down by a furious adolescent, and went completely still when she saw the fuming girl in the middle of the room.
                “You sent Jii-chan away!” she screamed without preamble, a tremor in her voice.
                “Kagome, please, try and understand…” Mrs. Higurashi started, extending a hand towards the girl, who slapped it away.
                “You sent him to a nursing home after forcing me to go to summer camp after you promised me you wouldn’t. You’re a liar!” Her eyes, which he realized were big and blue, were watering. Her lower lip trembled and his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to it.
                Wait, had Mrs. Higurashi called the screaming beauty Kagome? His eyes went wide, recognizing the name as belonging to the mysterious daughter whom he’d never met and was supposed to return today. Damn. He’d assumed the girl would be a child, around Sota’s age, but Kagome was gorgeous and grown.
                “And who the hell is he?!” Kagome shouted, pivoting in his direction angrily.
                His mouth was dry. Inuyasha could not speak, could not think, when she turned her sapphire-like glare on him. What was going on? He had never had this problem before.
                “That’s Inuyasha, dear. I hired him to do some work while you were gone. He’s a great boy, and so good with his hands.”
                Kagome and he stayed staring at each other for another moment, her in anger and him trapped in her gaze, before she finally turned back to her mother and he was released.
                “Why?” she asked simply, her voice sounding small.
                Mrs. Higurashi faltered, perhaps stunned and unsure of the sudden change in her daughter. “Er, well, first of all, how did you find out?”
                The question seemed to reignite Kagome’s earlier ire and she responded, “Sota told me in a letter. I knew something was up when you shipped me off to summer camp of all things when I haven’t gone since I was ten. I was the oldest kid at camp! Hell, one of my friends was even a counselor!” Kagome crossed her arms and looked down, hiding her face with her long hair. Inuyasha smelled tears and had to stop himself from moving towards her, longing to know her well enough to comfort her. Suspicion rooted itself somewhere near where his chest was currently pinching. Comfort her? Had fucking a mother transferred parent-y feelings to him?! Did he subconsciously think of himself as her new father?! “How could you? Being in a place like that will kill him, I know it. If he’s not surrounded by his family and the place he loves, he’ll be gone in a week.” He discretely scanned her body once more, just to make sure he hadn't missed a talisman or charm of some sort. The kind of reaction he was having to her could only be magical in nature.
                “Kagome,” her mother murmured, “we can’t care for him here. You know that! He needs to be looked after by professionals.” Inuyasha glanced at her mother, wondering if she knew what her daughter was up to.
                The girl’s head shot up and she glared at the woman, fire in her eyes. “I won’t forgive you. I can’t!”
If she thought he could be overtaken that easily, the bitch had another thing coming. Just because she had toned legs and a great rack, big blue doe eyes, ink-black hair that caught the light just so, and damn if her flushed angry face wasn't sexy—
                And then she was off, running down the hall and up the stairs, presumably to the fluffy pink room he had reasonably assumed belonged to a much younger little girl.
                Mrs. Higurashi rolled her eyes, her lips quirking in a small smile. “Sorry about that. If there's one thing teenage girls know how to do, it's make a scene.” She walked over to where he stood, still frozen, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think you should stay a little longer, Inuyasha. With Kagome like that, I’m going to need more help.”
                She kissed him, her talented tongue probing at his lips, and he closed his eyes and let her have her way with him. Mrs. Higurashi backed him up until his back was against the kitchen counter and her hands dragged down his chest to skillfully undo his belt, where she teased him and cupped him until he growled and grabbed her bottom, pulling her to grind against him.
                All he could think about was Kagome.
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