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Forget the Storm	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thirteen: Imagination Is a Powerful Deceiver
“What’s this?” Inuyasha asked, kicking over a large plastic-wrapped woven basket. Sniffing around, he realized it was full of fruit and chocolate. The scent dizzied him a bit, and he leaned against the wall.
“A gift,” Kagome replied distractedly, busy playing with Hajime’s toes on the bed.
Rolling his eyes, he clumsily shucked off his jacket and lay down on the bed. After a long day of dealing with incompetent, mouth-breathing shit faces who all thought they knew better than him, all he wanted to do was come home and sleep. This fucker Naraku glared at him during every meeting and went on and on about how much more experienced Sesshomaru was, how better suited for the job. The way those red eyes looked at him made Inuyasha feel like he knew everything his bastard brother had done to him, and he’d begun having very vivid fantasies of clawing the executive open. Such stress had made him sloppy with work, which led to more hours to fix his mistakes, which led to his father yelling at him all the time, which led to him going out to drink with Miroku at the end of the day and coming home smelling like he’d bathed in alcohol. Under the influence, he could tell his only friend all his problems, and he gave him answers that seemed to make sense.
Every day this week there had been a different package or basket of some sort filled with delicacies and various goodies. After ignoring it and hoping Kagome would just open up and tell him, he had finally become curious enough to actually ask her. Miroku had said communication was more important than pride. He’d also said Kagome was too hot to wait around at home for him all day and was probably fucking someone as they spoke. This struck Inuyasha right in that part of his heart that housed all his deepest fears, and he had rushed home and began the rather stilted conversation they were currently in the middle of.
“I know that,” he scoffed. “But from who?” Could it be the return of Hojo? He thought he’d scared the fucker off by marrying Kagome. What more would he have to do to get her to himself?
“Kōga,” she said after a short pause.
Immediately, he sat up and glared at her, a growl in his throat. “What the fuck was he doing here?”
Of course he had known about the visits. Even if he couldn’t smell the wolf’s rancid scent all over his goddamn house, his father and mother had mentioned it over dinner several times, delighted he was making an effort to have the engaged children grow up close to one another so as to avoid any unpleasantness when the time came for them to be mated. But gifts? That was a whole other thing. Gifts implied courtship, and a married woman was not eligible to be courted. Especially when that married woman was his wife and her suitor was a no good fucking wolf.
Kagome shrugged and went back to tickling a bored-looking Hajime’s feet. “He comes over and plays with Hajime and Noriko and we talk and stuff. Usually we have lunch together.”
He didn’t like where this was going. “And about how long does that take?” he asked from between clenched teeth.
“A few hours. Most days, Kōga comes right after breakfast and leaves right before you get home.” She didn’t seem to notice how badly this was affecting him, and if she did she didn’t say anything.
A few hours. A few hours. Inuyasha couldn’t honestly remember the last time he’d had a few hours to spend with Kagome. Just a few pleasant hours when they did nothing but enjoy each other. All day he worked in that fucking office that had been Sesshomaru’s, feeling just as confined and imprisoned as he had felt when being dominated every day in the same room. Even the color of the paint nauseated him, taking him back to feelings of helplessness and despair. And the fucking employees who had previously worked for his brother weren’t exactly fond of him. No, they resented him, his half-demon blood, his sudden gain in status. They made everything so much harder for him than it should be. Especially Naraku. If he could, he would fire the lot of them, every single goddamn motherfucking one, but Toga had told him to wait it out and give them time to adjust. The last thing they needed now was some disgruntled ex-employee who knew too much taking their personal business to the media.
And here some fucker who had only met his wife, his wife, not even a month ago was spending all fucking day with her. It wasn’t fair, he thought, his hands clenching into fists, claws piercing the rough skin of his palms and letting his blood free. It wasn’t fair that he worked so hard and so long wanting to come back to her and she didn’t even care. All she cared about was the fucking noisy, smelly baby he didn’t even like and its fucking engagement. What about him? When was the last time she had kissed him, made him dinner, asked him how his day had gone? She didn’t even fucking look at him anymore! She never waited up for him, unless he got home early like today, which had only been possible because he’d worked his ass off all week for such an opportunity. It was like they’d gone back to those days when he was a mere laborer and she the daughter of the house he worked for.
If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d also had way more to drink than he should have with Miroku earlier. It was never exactly a planned thing. One day, he had shown up outside his office and flirted with his secretary until she let him in. It never took more than half an hour since he had wanted to come home so badly, but he had consumed quite a quantity of demon strength hard liquor in that short amount of time. His friend had a way of getting all his secrets out of him, and it wasn’t long before he was on the verge of tears like some adolescent girl, whining about his marital problems. Miroku’s solution had been a sympathetic pat on the back and another round, which turned into three and then four before he lost count. Not being a stranger to alcohol, thanks to his younger party days, Inuyasha could hold his liquor very well. But it had been a while since he’d gotten so very drunk, and that combined with his rather turbulent emotional state was not a very good combination.
Miroku had even suggested he not return home that night after Inuyasha had mumbled some pretty dark things under his breath. The fact that his friend had been willing to face his amazon of a wife’s wrath and let him sleep on the couch should have been enough to suggest to Inuyasha he should probably listen and go along with what his mostly sober companion was saying. But Kagome’s face was stuck in his mind. A slideshow of the way she looked when she was in the throes of passion flickered behind his eyes, all the snotty words she had ever said to him playing like an unfitting soundtrack at the same time.
Yes, since the very first moment she laid eyes on him she had always thought she was better than him. Knew she was better than him. Kagome with her smooth, soft skin and attractive human features. Blue eyes with long, thick lashes and pouty pink little lips. Even though they were married, he was still just a lowly handyman to her, wasn’t he? Only fit to work in the dirt, sweating and slaving away. Nothing would change that. Not all the love he could give, not the money, the house, the things, a fucking kid. Nothing. He was always just the mistake, the half-demon, always grasping for something beyond his reach.
Mind made up, he stomped over to where Kagome was, snatching the baby out of her arms. At first she was only startled, but when she got a good look at the expression on his face, she became scared. Inuyasha felt like smiling, showing off his fangs and frightening her further. Going over to the door, he ignored the baby’s screaming protests at being separated from its mother.
“Mom!” he yelled into the darkness of the hallway. When he had come in, Izayoi and Toga had been cuddling in the kitchen, her feeding him scraps of a roasted chicken. The cozy scene had only driven home the gulf that had appeared between him and his own wife. “Mother!” he repeated, putting more urgency into his voice.
Soon, just as he knew she would, Izayoi came shuffling over, the pink bunny slippers that were too big for her feet making annoying scratchy dragging sounds on the wood floor. Her expression was full of maternal concern, her mouth open to inquire as to what this racket was all about. Before she could speak, he thrust the baby into her arms, a feeling of relief making its way into his chest when it quieted down somewhat. Kagome came up off the bed and ran to the door, but he slammed it shut before she could reach it. She stood there before him, eyes unsure and hands shaking. After a few seconds, Inuyasha heard the shuffling again and then they were finally alone.
“W-what are you doing?” Kagome asked, bringing her hands in front of her and clasping them together in a poor attempt at keeping them still.
He didn’t want to talk. He was tired of words, of how something so simple could hurt and hurt and hurt long after the echo was gone. Inuyasha wanted her to feel instead, to feel with him. He couldn’t tell her what he had been through, even though he saw the half-formed guesses in her eyes. It would be unbearable for him to tell her in words. In his mind’s eye, he saw him struggling to say it all, but the words would not come out of his throat, which would swell shut and kill him, his severe allergy to the truth sending him into anaphylactic shock. No, words were not the way to get his pain across. But she had to know.
Kagome was so scared. It hurt him to see. Tears were leaking from her eyes, making their sluggish way down her pretty face. Inuyasha couldn’t help himself. He kissed them away, the little gasp she made spurring him forward. When the tears were all gone, he went to her lips, lovingly touching his to hers, just taking in the feel of her softness. To his shame, his lips trembled more than hers, so long they had been deprived of such contact. But he wouldn’t allow himself to cry, he couldn’t. Now was not the time.
As his kisses became more amorous, she began to moan a little, first in pleasure and then in refusal.
“Inuyasha, no, we can’t yet,” she whispered against his damp lips, contradicting her own words and kissing him again, sucking on his lower lip.
Was she denying him? That did it, and he growled, shoving her down onto the bed. Kagome let out a squeak of surprise and a little fear reentered her eyes. Within a second, he was on her, his mouth smashing into hers, attacking her lips, nicking them with his fangs. She tried to push him off, but he didn’t care. The blood was as bitter as it was sweet, and he lapped it up with his tongue. There wasn’t much, just enough to season her skin and make it that much more delectable. Kagome was crying and saying something, yelling, trying to get him off of her. But it would never work. Nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted this time. Not all the pretty looks and soft kisses and kind eyes could take away the words.
Thankfully, she was just in a robe, a silky blue one with a nightgown made of the same material underneath. Why tempt him like that and then refuse his advances? It made no sense. Her hands were beating at his shoulders and he growled at her, trying to get her to shut up. When that didn’t work, he tore the sash from the robe, breaking the loops that held it, and wrapped it around her wrists in a strong, sturdy knot. When she continued to fight, swinging at him with her tied together hands, he grabbed the end of the sash and tied it to the bed post. After a few seconds of observation, they both realized she could not fight anymore, not tied up with him holding her legs still. This realization brought more tears to her eyes, and she begged and pleaded with him in words he refused to recognize.
Inuyasha already had a firm hold on her legs, and he separated them, his mouth watering at the sight of her bare parts, the ones no one had seen or touched but him. Letting go of one leg, he was gratified to see that she did not attempt to kick at him, already knowing it would only make it worse. He pushed up her nightgown all the way to her neck, quickly revealing her smooth pale waist and large breasts. Unzipping his pants, he freed himself, stroking his cock a few times with a harder grip than he normally enjoyed. Knowing he’d need help to get inside her, he temporarily released a leg once again and spat in the palm of his hand several times, coating his cock with his saliva.
Spreading her legs as wide as they would go, he slowly touched the tip of his penis to the little crinkle of a star he was not yet acquainted with. At the contact, Kagome began to thrash about once more, and he growled at her in a warning she did not heed. With one thrust, he forced himself inside her, her shrieks ringing in his ears like nothing else. Another thrust, and he got the other half of himself in. He’d had others this way, but none of them compared. He hadn’t known the others, and he certainly had not loved them. Kagome’s legs were still in shock, her mouth open wide in a mute scream. More tears began to fall from her closed eyes, but he ignored them, turning his attention to her breasts. He missed the nights where he’d sleep there, nuzzled against her warm bosom like a content child. Were those days over? Not if he had anything to say about it. Pulling out only to push inside her again, he watched her breasts bounce, her larger nipples erect and red. Faster and faster he went, his breathing coming in gasps and going out moans.
Now was the time for words.
“You’re a dirty little bitch,” he growled, following it up with a hiss of pleasure. “Dirty, disgusting, nasty freak…” he trailed off, finally losing himself to the tight heat of her ass.
Exhausted, he collapsed onto her chest, rubbing his face on her breasts. Glancing up at her, he saw her face was red with shame and wet with tears. Briefly, he thought to himself that if he wasn’t so incredibly fucking shitfaced, he’d get her a tissue and untie her. With that last thought, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
O/o/O
A pounding head woke him up the next day. For a minute, he stayed still, wondering at the warm pillow of flower petals beneath him. Then the pillow shifted, and he opened his eyes to see the pale skin of Kagome’s breasts. Grunting, he slowly raised his head, squinting his eyes at the combination of sunlight and artificial lamplight. Why were the lights on if it was daytime? Belatedly, he realized with a start that judging by the amount of sunlight in the room, he had slept in far past the time his alarm should have gone off. Turning back to Kagome in order to get some answers, he was struck by the blank, dazed expression on her face. Her eyes just stared at the ceiling and she didn’t acknowledge his presence. If it wasn’t for the slight trembling he observed in her tied arms, he would have thought she was dead.
“I think…we need separate rooms,” she whispered, her voice high and shaky.
It was then that Inuyasha remembered everything from the night before, and he wrenched away from where he was still sprawled out carelessly on her small body, stumbling to his feet. No amount of horror and remorse he felt for his actions could change the fact that alcohol had not been the prime motivator behind said actions. Far more than that had been the lust and the all-consuming rage that had made a home in him ever since he was denied his revenge and then ordered about like a puppet. He had taken all his inner frustration out on Kagome. Vomit made its way up his esophagus in reaction not to his overindulgence the night prior but to seeing her bruised breasts, her left areola bearing a small cut from what could only have been his fang. Judging by the dark circles underneath her lovely eyes, she had not slept. And how could she have when he was practically suffocating her with his weight after forcing himself on her?
“Kagome…” he moaned, his self-hatred reaching a new height.
Nothing.
The lost look on her face made him clench his fists hard enough for his claws to draw blood. Inuyasha wanted to rend his own flesh even more than he had ever wanted to tear into Sesshomaru. What made it all worse was that some part of him, some isolated little thing deep down inside, felt no shame at his actions. That part of him wanted to fuck her again, this time from behind. It wanted to leave her tied up and take her again and again until the only thing she remembered was how to be wanted by him. A little shiver made its way down his spine and his stomach revolted at the thoughts he only barely acknowledged.
Quickly, while he could still do so, he fumbled at the sash of her robe that he had used to restrain her, giving up on his newly clumsy fingers and just slashing at it until she was free. Even when he had done so, Kagome just let her arms flop down lifelessly onto the bed, still in the same position. His panicked breathing was interrupted by a sob at seeing what he had done to her. This wouldn’t have happened had Toga not insisted on being so fucking macho. It never would have happened if Sesshomaru had not been such a monster and tried to take his happiness from him. It never would have happened if that fucking wolf had just—
As if on cue, he heard the nasally and overconfident voice of the one who had helped set last night’s events in motion. Kōga. His disgusting scent made its way to his nose, drifting through the house and forcing its way where it was not wanted. Growling, Inuyasha dashed from the room, more beast than man now. As far as he was concerned, if the fucking wolf hadn’t pursued what was not his to have, then Kagome would be laughing and singing a song to their baby, not laying all catatonic in their bed. Following his nose, he made his way to the room that had been designated the playroom, the one that had been full of the wolf’s stench for weeks. Punching the slightly open door, no sooner than he entered the room did he tackled Kōga, said rival’s smug face instantly changing to surprise and then disgust.
They grappled like the canines they were, neither one averse to biting or clawing. Dimly, he registered the sounds of a baby’s cries, but chose to ignore them. That wasn’t what was important right now. Revenge was. In his mind, it was not just Kōga he was fighting, but the others who had also stolen from him, namely Sesshomaru and his own father. Inuyasha’s desire to kill and crush and maim was so strong he didn’t even notice that he himself was taking damage. A scratch here, deep enough to tear the muscle, a bite there, taking a great portion of his flesh with it. All that was nothing. Finally, with a great yell, his opponent clawed his right ear nearly off his head and followed it up with a kick to the temple. That proved to be too much for the already overtaxed half-demon, and he fell to the ground, emptying his stomach on the rich and colorful carpet.
“Fuckin’ asshole,” Kōga panted, grabbing his daughter from where she was shrieking her distress in a playpen across the room. “Crazy fuckin’ asshole, attacking me in front of my own kid.”
Inuyasha just continued to retch in response, hardly even registering that the demon was speaking to him. With a snort, Kōga left the room, giving him a sharp kick to the stomach for good measure. Finally feeling the combined total of his guilt and shame and hatred along with his physical pain, Inuyasha let out a ragged sob and closed his eyes against the tears that burned to escape.
“K-Ka-Kagome,” he whispered, the name the only prayer he’d ever made.
O/o/O
It could have been hours or days or even minutes that he lay there. Inuyasha wasn’t sure. While he remained conscious, which, in his own private opinion, was quite unfortunate, he was not exactly aware of his surroundings. Only when he felt a dampness on his face did he come back to the real world. Rain? Tears?
“Kagome,” he murmured, eyes focusing on the female form in front of him.
To his disappointment, it was his mother and not his wife that was caring for him. Izayoi had a wet paper towel and was wiping the vomit from his lips and chin like he was a little boy. The action made him so angry, angry like he had been when he was an actual child, the kind of anger that turned to tears as soon as one let it out. Her concerned eyes were filled with pity and it just made him hate himself that much more.
“What in the gods’ names were you thinking?” The deep baritone that was his father’s voice made him start, and he scuttled away from his mother and the mess he’d made on the floor. Toga glared at him with a righteous fire in his eyes. “Attacking Kōga for no conceivable reason! We’re lucky he hasn’t decided to sue, but he’s even kind enough to overlook this incident and continue the engagement,” he ranted, pacing across the room in only a few strides.
Mustering up the last of his bravery, Inuyasha merely snorted. “I don’t care if he sues me or breaks off that fucking joke of an ‘engagement’, that fucker went too damn far!”
Once again meeting his son’s eyes, Toga seemed to be holding back some great desire to do serious physical damage to him. “And what, exactly, did he do?” he said in a clipped tone brimming with hostility.
Inuyasha flushed in both anger and embarrassment. Anger that he was about to tell his parents his marital problems and embarrassment that he couldn’t even keep his wife faithful. “H-he was giving Kagome gifts…” he said lamely, eyes on the puddle of vomit Izayoi was busily mopping up, trying her best to ignore the conversation and not get involved like a good little housewife.
Toga laughed and the sound was like a slap to his face. “Kōga has been giving Izayoi and myself gifts, do you think he’s trying to get us into bed as well?” he barked. Inuyasha flinched at the revelation and Toga suddenly seemed exhausted, sinking down to the couch and leaning his head back, closing his eyes. “Whatever the case, Inuyasha, when you feel as though your relationship is threatened, I would not recommend going after your partner as well as your rival.”
His face burned hotter, this time with shame and guilt and sorrow. They knew. “I wasn’t… She didn’t…” Inuyasha didn’t know if he had been trying to defend himself, but quickly shut up when he remembered how Kagome had looked earlier. He had broken her. Stumbling to his feet, he quickly righted himself and made his way to the door, ignoring the aches and pains he felt from Kōga’s beating. “I need to go to her, she’s hurt…” he whispered, mostly to himself.
Toga snorted, stopping him in his tracks. “Did you think we’d prioritize a few of your bruises over the mother of our grandchild? Kagome’s been taken care of and is currently resting in the best guest room. We offered to let her keep your room, but she refused it.”
Their interference in another important thing, the most important thing, made him want to slap the disappointment right off his father’s patrician features. Kagome was his wife, his responsibility, and he wanted to scream that at them, make them understand he was not to be taken lightly like some idiot child. Inuyasha opened his mouth to give them a piece of his mind, but said treacherous organ brought Kagome’s dead eyes and blank face up again and the picture rendered him mute.
“D-do you want breakfast, Inuyasha?” Izayoi said in a small, teary voice, her soft hands patting his arm, attempting to be comforting. “It’s lunchtime now, but I can make you the smiley face pancakes you like…”
Inuyasha knew she was just trying to be a good mother, but her voice grated against his ears and made him angrier. Smiley face pancakes, really? He hadn’t enjoyed them since he was seven. He had to get out. He needed to get away from this suffocating place, his domineering father and space cadet mother. He needed to get away from Kagome. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave her, but he just knew she wouldn’t want him around. If he was her, and he had been in that place at one point, he’d never want to see him again. The realization made him sick to his stomach, and he fought off the urge to retch again, continuing on his path out the door.
“I’m going to work,” he announced, stubbornly deciding to run away, even though it was agony on his wounded legs, just so he wouldn’t hear their protests or any other comments.
It was only when he was a good distance away from the house, his wounds knitting together but his pain not lessening in the least, that he wondered what the hell he thought he was going to accomplish by going in. Sure, he could just go somewhere else, maybe hang out with Miroku or watch a movie or go try and buy something Kagome would like that would sweeten his eventual apology, but he couldn’t find the energy within himself to do that. All he wanted was to go somewhere he would be respected by at least a few people, somewhere no one knew what he had done, what he was capable of doing.
Before he knew it, he was at the tall building, one of the tallest in town, staring up at it as he had that first night of their reacquaintance what seemed like forever ago. Huffing an irritated breath, he entered the building, going to his private elevator. As much as he hated it, being the boss had its perks. Once he had arrived at his floor, he blew past his secretary, who looked more than a little surprised to see him. Safely in his office, he collapsed on the leather sofa, for once feeling his age. Giving a regretful glance to where Sesshomaru had once stored his alcohol, priceless bottles he had smashed in a pathetic attempt at a victory celebration after the bastard’s demise, he closed his eyes and just breathed. His head hurt too much to think of ways to make it up to Kagome, but his heart hurt worse. Lately, it was like she hadn’t even wanted him around. Whenever he came home, she just turned up her nose and ignored him, talking with his mother or doing something with the baby. He knew she had been angry, but he didn’t understand why. Now he couldn’t go home. Was that what she had wanted all along?
“Sir? Nobunaga from Marketing had these delivered for your approval.”
“Thank you, Kikyo,” Inuyasha said in a voice that indicated his resentment at her interruption.
Glaring at her, he was struck for the first time by how she bore a small resemblance to Kagome. The eyes were all wrong, her nose was straight rather than slightly turned up at the end, her lips were a shade or two darker, and she was much taller, but there was still something there. Kikyo had left her hair down today where normally she wore it in a tight bun and her glasses were nowhere to be seen. Maybe that was why. Her straight hair fell like a shining waterfall down her back, a few tendrils over her shoulder.
“Do you need anything else, sir?”
Inuyasha stopped in the middle of shaking his head. “On second thought, I think I do,” he said in a low voice, gesturing for her to sit, which she promptly did. “Who hired you, Kikyo?”
Appearing somewhat nervous, his secretary quickly recovered herself and cleared her throat, giving him a small smile. “Tsubaki in HR.”
He smiled at her, more a baring of teeth than anything else, somewhat frustrated at her conversation skills. Inuyasha knew he wasn’t the best at talking himself, but girls usually tried a smidge harder when it concerned him. Lacking any real passion for the task at hand made things harder on him, but he had to do something and such a thing had always worked before.
“And where did you go to school?”
“With all respect, sir, all these questions could be answered by checking my file in the email Tsubaki sent when I first arrived.”
“I don’t do computers,” he mumbled, too tired to be pissed off.
Kikyo nodded, rising to her feet. “Well, if you need me, I’ll be—”
He growled, surprising them both. “Just cut the shit and take off your pants, Kikyo,” he commanded, tired of trying to do things the way he used to, before he met Kagome. The girl had rendered him incapable of flirting, or so it seemed. Whatever, now that he had money and power he didn’t need to rely on things like that.
“Yes, sir,” Kikyo whispered, her eyes afraid. He couldn’t find it within himself to care.
“Bend over the desk,” he commanded, going over to the aforementioned piece of furniture. “And don’t talk anymore.” Her voice was too low, too solemn.
Quickly, she scurried over, her movements shaky and sloppy. Briefly, he was reminded of himself and how he had been before, in this very room, on that very desk. His own pants were removed with a flick of his wrist and he pushed Kikyo’s face down into the hard wood, lessening the blow at the very last possible second, remembering she was human. Even so, she let out a small cry and he smelled a faint scent of blood. A nosebleed. Not big enough to concern him. Inuyasha sighed as he eased into her, growing angry with himself when he realized he was gentler with her than he was with Kagome. She wasn’t wet, but to be honest he sometimes preferred it that way, even knowing how uncomfortable it would be for her. When girls got too wet, there just wasn’t enough friction. But it had never bothered him with Kagome.
It took him a while to find release, so long that it bothered him. Kikyo just took it like a champ, hardly even breathing audibly. Though that was what he’d asked for, it was somewhat disconcerting. But just when he was about to give up and masturbate, the old feeling started to creep back, and he was able to finish inside her. As soon as he was done, he jumped away from her, not wanting to experience any unnecessary contact. It appeared she felt the same way and her face was relieved. With steady hands, she straightened and fixed her clothing.
“Thank you, sir,” Kikyo said without looking at him.
Inuyasha nodded. “Now get back to work.”
And so a routine developed.
Inuyasha temporarily changed his residence to a hotel, buying a few essentials in order to avoid going home for anything. He’d wake up, have breakfast, go to work, fuck Kikyo, maybe actually do his job, fuck Kikyo, go back to his room, and sleep. Repeat.
Kagome never came to him.
Several months after he had started his new schedule, he felt like he was at his breaking point. Inuyasha wanted to go home, to go back to Kagome, but he was certain he would no longer be welcome anywhere near her. It was for the best, he grudgingly admitted to himself. He had never deserved someone like her in the first place. She had entered into a relationship with a freak and was too naïve to realize what she was doing. It was pure luck their baby had been purified and become completely human. Now it wouldn’t have anything that would separate him from the other children. Was the kid even really his at this point? Was Kagome?
He knew he should do something, say something. It was all he thought about. But was that really for the best? Should he keep her tied to him? If he let her go now, if he drove her away while it was still early on, she could still live a good life and find someone who would treat her right.
Of course, he knew these were just excuses.
Tired of thinking about it instead of doing something about it, Inuyasha pressed the button to summon Kikyo. They’d been getting along better of late, and now she even wore sexy lingerie underneath her work clothes, and sometimes nothing at all. It was a better life than he’d envisioned for himself. He could be reasonably content with it.
His secretary came in promptly as she usually did, gliding in that graceful way only she seemed to possess over to his desk. Inuyasha had never really noticed how attractive she was before, but things became more obvious to him as time went on. Or maybe he just got used to her. Whatever the case, she was useful in helping distract him from the dark thoughts that plagued him day after day, night after night. Without him even saying a word, Kikyo knelt in front of him, calmly, almost robotically, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Once she freed his cock and began to try and make him stiff, all the anguish his brain wouldn’t stop reminding him of faded away into the background. A smile flitted across his face. It really was true that men could only use one head of the time. Maybe not all men, but it was that way for him, anyway.
“Sorry to interrupt, Inuyasha, but I must have a word with you.”
Said half-demon jumped to his feet so fast he choked Kikyo, who glared at him and backed away, staying on her knees so as to hide from their unexpected guest.
“Father,” Inuyasha said in a hoarse voice, trying to appear nonchalant as he tucked himself back into his pants. Nothing like a parent’s voice to take away any and all sexual feeling. “What did you need?”
“I’d just like to talk,” Toga said, a benign smile on his face as he seated himself on the leather couch. “If you would please return to your other duties, Miss Kikyo.”
Face drained of color in both shame and shock, Kikyo swiftly exited the office, darting back to her desk just outside the door. When the door closed, the silence felt oppressive, and he began to sweat. Toga just sat there, legs crossed, arms comfortably resting on the top of the couch on either side of himself. Always powerful. Always confident. Always in control. And the goddamn fucking smile was always there, too.
“Whaddya want?” Inuyasha glared, fear dissolving in the resurgence of his hatred.
“To warn you,” Toga said, somewhat more seriously, his golden eyes flashing with some emotion or other. “If you continue the way you have, you will lose what you fought so hard to keep, my son.”
Inuyasha snorted. “Kagome abandoned me first!” he insisted, knowing that wasn’t exactly true. Still, it hurt the same as if she had.
The great demon outright laughed, a big booming sound that Inuyasha was sure rattled the windows. Once he calmed down, he continued with his lecture. “That girl is ridiculously devoted to you. So I decided to help both you and her out and send you on your honeymoon.” Before Inuyasha could protest, he cut him off with a sharp glare, saying, “Obey me or this will be the end of your happiness. It would be best for you to mate her while on your getaway.”
“B-but this is too soon!” Inuyasha sputtered. “I have a lot of work going on right now, and the contracts—”
“Will be handled by me,” Toga interrupted. “Your secretary will be transferred and advised that it is in her best interest to never speak about her relationship with you.” The cold look in his father’s eyes almost made him shiver. “Now, listen to me. It is very important that you do not let Kagome know about what you have been doing since you left. You might have some ridiculously ignorant ideas of honesty and trust, but believe me, telling her about your affair would accomplish nothing but to hurt her.”
It took everything he had in him, but Inuyasha nodded. “Understood…”
Toga beamed, rising to his feet and sending a wave in his direction. “Well, I’ve got to get back home and pack your bags for you. Izayoi’s been so excited about this. I’ve had a devil of a time trying to keep her from telling Kagome. But she knows if she spoils the surprise that she won’t get to coddle Hajime for the entire time you’re gone. That girl is as stubborn as you are, boy. Have a good work day, and don’t try anything stupid between now and tomorrow morning!”
Inuyasha waved back belatedly, his shoulders finally losing their unnatural stiffness the moment his father left. Another loss of freedom. And what would he tell Kikyo?
“Sorry,” he murmured to himself, not sure who he wanted to say it to.
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