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Devotion that Withstands Time	By : RougeFugitive Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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.
Phase 10
The Small Stretch of Time When You Hold Me, I Believe
Thursday 29, February 2001

You take a sip of your juice from your glass and look across the table to the half demon opposite of you curiously. “So you’re saying that you just don’t feel like it, but you’re not tired or anything.”

Across from you, Inuyasha nods, staring down at his plate awkwardly.

Heavy with guilt from the past day, he admitted his problem after finishing breakfast. He now sits in front of you fidgeting with his chopsticks.

You blink, raise your hand to your mouth, and put effort into holding back the laughter ready to pour from your lips at your husband’s expense, but come up a second short as a quiet snicker falls from your lips.

His ears twitch, and his eyes widen slightly as he looks up at you from his plate. “Are you laughing?!”

You turn your head slowly losing the will to cover your snickers. “No, I’m not laughing.”

The light pink blush on his cheeks darkens as he scowls and begins to rise from his seat, but you quickly reach across the table and grab his hand.

“No, don’t go! I’m sorry; it wasn’t in a bad way!” You say, sobering your expression slightly. “That’s not something to be embarrassed about. It’s natural, I’m sure you’re not supposed to feel like it all the time.”

“Whatever.” He mutters looking away as the blush still colors his cheeks.

“I don’t feel like it all the time.” You reveal, and smile. “Just say so. It’s not like I would or could force it you or anything… Well, maybe.” You think about the possibilities of such happening.

At the sudden change in your expression, he rises from the table and walks to the kitchen door.

You pause in thought. “…But what does that have to do with your heat?”

Noticing his quick exit from the kitchen, you rise and follow him. “Inuyasha?”
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Wednesday 11, April 2001

A cool breeze blows pass you, caressing your warm cheeks, fluttering through your hair, and sweeping down the street. You clutch your bag of groceries tighter to your body, though insufficiently warding away the cool air. You pause amongst a small crowd of people at the sidewalk, waiting for the stoplight to change colors.

Earlier that night, you decided to go to the grocery store to buy a few items missing from kitchen instead of going the next day. For the next day, you were scheduled, and slightly anxious for a job interview. You were too anxious to sit around in the apartment and wait, so you needed something to take your mind off it for the time being. Inuyasha wasn’t back yet, so…

At the change of the light, you walk across the street along with the group of citizens around you. You break through the passing crowd and walk down the sidewalk to your apartment, a short distance away.

From the beginning of March to now, Inuyasha has been leaving early, before dawn and returning late and exhausted from work. His training ended during the late March, but even during his training, he wasn’t as exhausted as he was these days.

You two obviously hadn’t had much time together, between the early mornings where he would roll out of bed and go to the bathroom and the nights where he would vfall asleep a second after hitting the mattress. Though some days during his breaks he’d call, which was how you learned of his next few off days after the following day.

You smile slightly to yourself as you cross the street after a short line of cars pass. Your apartment is only a half block away now.

His off days are what you’re looking forward to the most. He would lie around and/or sleep for most of the day, which is why it’s good that he has two days off this week. The next day, he’d be fully recharged and up for anything.

Finally approaching the apartment, you shift your bag in your arms, retrieve your key from your pocket, and slip it into the hole. On entrance, you shut and lock the door behind you and sigh. You smile, remembering a snippet of his passed off night as you unzip your jacket and walk to the elevator.

“Now for your back.” You lift his damp hair from his back, and loosely twist the band around it.

Inuyasha sits on the small bathing seat before you, eyes closed and stretching his legs as much as he could in the bathtub. You kneel behind him, grab the bottle of body wash from the edge of the tub and squeeze it into your net sponge. “An exhilarating burst of energy,” the bottle says. Hopefully…

He sighs as you lather his back with the net sponge. When you finish, you grab the shower hose and gently spray the hot water over his back. You stand and move around him to the opposite side of the tub to reattach the shower hose to its hook. You turn to him, lean forward, untie the band from his hair, and run your fingers through it.

“So, are you energized yet?” You smile as he opens his eyes partly, and answers your question with a weak kiss on his part.

You glance downwards and descend to your knees to the slick porcelain of the bathtub. “Maybe this will help.”

You lean down and teasingly lick his-

You blink when the elevator doors slide open and an old woman is revealed inside. You step inside and greet the old woman politely. “Good evening, Ms. Oshiro.”

“Good evening, young lady. How’s your brother?” Ms. Oshiro asks, smiling at you nicely.

“My brother?” You arch a brow curiously. You don’t remember Ms. Oshiro ever meeting your brother.

“Yes, the handsome, young half cat man I saw you with a while ago.” Ms. Oshiro replies.

You bite your lip, holding back a snigger at the old woman’s description. “Oh him, he’s not my brother, he’s my husband, and he’s fine. He’s at work right now.”

“Oh, I see..” She faces forward, seeming slightly displeased.

You look upwards to the flickering lighted numbers above the elevator door.

Fed up with your teasing, he growls, grips your hair in his hand and pulls-

“This is my floor.” Ms. Oshiro says and exits the elevator. “Good night, young lady. Tell your brother there’s treats waiting for him in my apartment.”

“Good night, Ms. Oshiro. I will-wait, he’s not my brother.” You frown slightly as the elevator closes and proceeds to your own floor.

At the next stop, you exit, walk down the fourth floor hallway leisurely. The hallway is quiet, like it normally is at night, besides the sound of your shoes against the floor as you walk and the rustle of your grocery bag.

At approaching your door, you shift your grocery bag in your arms, and reach into your pocket to get your key, but find your door wide open…
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You cautiously enter the open door and gasp at what you see. Furniture is broken and upturned, the shelf behind the slashed couch is broken and on its side and ripped books are scattered over the floor, along with broken CDs. The television and DVD player are missing… The room is in total disarray.

Your frantic eyes set on the familiar face in the corner of the room facing the window. “Katsuro…”

Much less concerned now, you don’t notice his clothing. He’s dressed entirely in black: boots, loose pants, a bullet proof vest with the letters “D.D.U” across the back, and an earphone is attached to his ear, along with a small mouthpiece, the wire disappears underneath his vest.

“Katsuro, what…”

Katsuro flinches and turns to you, surprised. “___!”

At the call of your name, a quick sound of footsteps is heard from the short hall leading to the bedroom and Inuyasha rushes into the room, eyes wide and on you.

You look to him, seeking some kind of clarification in his expression. “Inuyasha, what’s-“

You gasp as he embraces you tightly and your face is smothered against the fabric of his vest. Your grocery bag slips from your hand, hits the floor, and spills out its contents. You shift your head, wrap yours arms around his middle, and return his hug. Though slightly uncomfortable in his tight hold, you find yourself calming from the worry and fear that was about to overtake you in seconds. Time passes around you slowly, but you can’t put a finger on how long nor care.

“___,” he says quietly after what feels like a while. “.. I can’t explain what’s going on right now, but I will.”

You try to lean back slightly to see his face, but he keeps you tight against him.

“Everything is going to be alright.”

You nod and return his hug more tightly.

From the small hall to the bedroom, footsteps and clicking from the heels of boots is heard, but Inuyasha’s blocks your view from the unseen person entering the room.

“Doesn’t this look familiar?” The feminine voice asks.

Inuyasha releases you and turns to the unknown woman. You glance around him to see… Yura? The same woman Miroku escorted to Myoga’s and Shoga’s anniversary party, and the same woman you met in France. She is wearing an outfit similar to Katsuro’s and Inuyasha’s.

“This,” Yura holds up a small, wriggling, and squeaking mouse by its tail. “Is a tracking mouse. I’m not surprised they found you so fast.”

Inuyasha turns away and curses. Yura drops the mouse and walks towards you. “It’s your own fault when you do stupid things like not following orders.”

Katsuro sighs, seeming anxious. “It’s a wonder they didn’t find ___ when they came, but since the tracking mice are here, won’t they know that we’re here now and come back?”

At Katsuro’s statement, Inuyasha turns his gaze back to you, not paying attention to Yura’s movements behind you.

“He’s right, we have to get moving.” Yura says. “Which means…”

“What-“ You blink when Inuyasha’s eyes widen slightly as he looks from you to Yura behind you. You begin to turn, but flinch at the pinching shock at your cheek when a black object suddenly smacks you in the side of the face from behind.

The last thing you hear is Inuyasha calling your name as you pass out.
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Hi peoples! Yes, the chapter title of Part Nine was a sham, that was definitely not the last chapter, especially with that ending. This chapter is the beginning of the real plot, and a new arc in the story. Chapters 1-9 were more like introduction filler chapters.
A reason this chapter was ever so short because I know the freedom of speech archive will be closed in December, so I’d rather not wait since I have the chance now to not expand the time between updates with a month. The other reason is that that’s a killer cliffhanger, isn’t it? I should put suspense in the genre.
Anyhow, I’m dedicating this chapter to all of my loyal reviewers and readers. Thank you, Interesting, sesshoumarusmoonbeam, Selfina, Lella, xnickx, Mrs. T, and Random Crazy Person.

Thanks for reading!
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