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Hidden Hanyou	By : SheShar Category: InuYasha AU/AR > General Views: 7988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Much later, when he was of sounder mind and disposition, he would reflect upon the hours leading up to the night of Kagome’s birthday. Inuyasha was certain that never before or ever again would he experience such a suffocating air of pure anticipation. Not that anything was said between the two above trivialities and polite conversation (though both internally counted down the minutes), but maybe that was it. Human and hanyou tiptoed around what was becoming harder and harder to ignore.
Kagome spent the day before running errands and grocery shopping with the money she had received from her completed orders, and the morning and afternoon of, she cleaned. Her hair was messily tied up in a bright green bandana and her long legs were sheathed in slacks, which Inuyasha furtively admired from his chair in her work room.
Rain and sporadic bursts of thunder provided a sound justification for keeping shutters continually clasped and curtains perpetually drawn while the hanyou was out of his room. Kagome knew that it gave her home a closed off and uninviting appearance, but in this time of war it was nothing out of the ordinary—every house on her block did the same. Kagome and her neighbors were mindful of the ever watchful eye of the authorities.
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Inuyasha sat fidgeting in her room, nervous as hell, alternately watching the door before returning his gaze to the bedside clock. 7:18.
Did she have to be so stereotypically female taking so long to get ready? Blah. But he wasn’t mad. No, despite the physical manifestation of his impatience (he’d been drumming his fingers against the side of her tightly made bed for a good 20 minutes) he knew himself to be eager, not aggravated.
The hanyou was clad in the navy ensemble and crisp shirt that Kagome had, true to her word, laid out for him on her bed. She said very little, except to tell him that it had been her father’s honeymoon suit so many years ago, before retreating shyly to dress in the bathroom. It had been painful to pull his arms through the sleeves, and even worse through the jacket that had clearly been tailored for a man less endowed in the shoulders and chest than he was. After much deliberation, he tried the suspenders, and decided to wear them, as he would rather have a sore chest than have his pants fall down.
Scuffed patent shoes sat lonely beneath the bed, but Inuyasha had managed to wiggle his toes and heels into some socks which, despite every effort, hung loosely at the ankle. He’d save footwear for the very last. An old chestnut cane lay next to him on the bed, at Kagome’s behest, and hopefully the instrument would make walking a lot less painful.
Having never taken more than a cursory glance or two while traipsing in and out of his hidden abode, he passively inspected his surroundings while waiting for her to conclude her toilette. He thought her bedroom tidy, yet impersonal, and though he grew incensed at the sight of an officer’s hat perched atop her dresser, it didn’t matter right then because the air was saturated with her and the scent of the dinner she had prepared for him, and patting the bulge on the side of his trousers, a rush of triumph swept across his midsection.
Her present.
It wasn’t anything much, but with it, he hoped to convey everything his inept, idiot mouth could not.
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Initially, it had been his intention to make her something, but that plan fell through once he realized that he could not slip away to forage for suitable materials without her ever watchful eye on alert for signs of fatigue. He tried to tell her that his body was healing rapidly and that he was no longer in constant pain, but she would hear none of it. Stubborn wench. True, the last couple of days were dicey, but after waking up the morning before her birthday, Inuyasha felt well for the first time. Certain movements still hurt, a lot, but he was no longer worrying about dying. Guess being hanyou had to be good for something.
Opportunity arrived when Kagome left yesterday to food shop. She was at the door of her bedroom and as she put on her coat, she warned him of the consequences should she discover he had been out and about. She fumbled clumsily with the buttons of her coat before giving him a brief smile and stern point towards his room. Through the tightening of his chest and the pounding of his pulse, he nodded and turned towards the hidden portal. He thought of her fingers and the angle of her chin and her cute little bandana and in a moment of nostalgia knew exactly what he was going to give her.
Inuyasha crawled into his room, but instead of heading for his pallet, situated himself near the front next to the crate that held his belongings. He lifted and set aside the rough wooden lid and untied a small scuffed and dirty duffel. Bypassing the odd item of clothing and miscellaneous objects, he fished around, until his clawed hand gingerly scraped the bottom of the bag. Careful not to pull anything out and make a mess, he clasped his hand around what he was looking for, and slowly pulled back, two items discernable in his clutch.
Adjusting his position, he turned his back to the door so that his legs could better stretch out. He spread them into a careful V, setting the items between his thighs so he could pursue them in a more comfortable manner.
The first item looked like rumpled little sack; it was, in fact, a handkerchief.   The bundle, though frayed, stained and obviously ancient, was special enough—it had belonged to his father. The corners were tied together and he carefully worked at unravelling the knot that held the little package together until all four corners lay flat atop the floor. Situated in the middle of the delicate cloth, was a ring.
It was not the ring his father had given his mother when he asked her to marry him, but rather a ring to honor her for carrying his child. Him. It was a ring that welded the three of them together. Human, yokai and hanyou.   Inuyasha picked it up between two fingers, slipping it over the crook of his pinky, admiring the twinkle of the surrounding diamonds and the size of the emerald middle stone. How his father had purchased such an expensive item, he didn’t even want to know, but it was a beautiful ring, an intricate pattern lining the sides, the white gold setting aged and a little dull. His father had died when he had been very young, and though he had never seen his mother wear the ring, once he had come upon her caressing it from its place of honor in the top compartment of her jewelry box.
Sighing, he wrapped the ring back up, and carefully inched towards the head of his pallet. He tucked it in the very back corner of the pillowcase, deciding it would be nice to have both his mom and dad close by for once.
Scooting back, Inuyasha picked up the other item pulled from the depths of his bag. It was tucked away in the pocket of his mother’s apron, which he had salvaged from her home. What he pulled from the pocket was something he had kept close for the past five years, and as much as it surprised him, it would have no less amazed anyone else who knew him. He had even carried it on his person for a while after it came into his possession, before it had found a more permanent home in his duffel. This is what he would give her, he vowed, and folded the item as compactly as possible before taking a nap.
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Stepping out of the bathroom and into the hallway was one of the most excruciatingly nerve-wracking experiences she had had to date. She felt fifteen again as all her will and courage faltered with the knowledge that he was just a knock away. The high heels she wore opened up slightly at the toe while the thin strap clasped around her ankles, and as she took a few tentative steps, her ankles threatened to give. She had spent a good twenty minutes polishing the scuff marks from her mother’s heels so that the black leather was noticeably smooth and shiny even in the dull light of the bathroom. Pantyhose or any kind of nylon could not be found due to rationing, and without them, the shoes pinched the sides of her feet.
There were no sleeves to the dress, just two long ribbon-like ties that extended from the fitted halter top and tied behind her neck. Soft petals of red silk swathed the bodice, encasing and pushing up her generous cleavage to a place of prominence. It had not been her intention to show so much skin—it was just that the dress was easily a size too small. However, it was, without a doubt, the prettiest thing in the house, and though the dress pressed her breasts out more than she thought necessary, it lay flatteringly flush against her stomach and waist, and the flared skirt ended just a little above the delicate bulge of her calf. To contrast the risqueness of the dress, she styled her hair in a simple fashion, pinning it at the sides, while allowing the waves to freely and (she hoped) attractively frame her cheeks and shoulders. Looking into the mirror as she applied a coat of lipstick and gentle rouge to her cheeks, Kagome was more than satisfied with her appearance.
But that was in the bathroom. In the hallway things were different. Kagome felt all at once too exposed and much too festive.
What if he doesn’t like the dress? she worried, stepping closer to her bedroom door. Oh, God, he’s going to think I’m trying too hard. What if he laughs and tells me how stupid I look?
Confused by this demoralizing bout of apprehension, Kagome paused in front of the door, her arms crossed, cupping her elbows. I should change. I should not be doing this. I am going to make a complete and total ass of myself. He doesn’t think of me this way. How could he?
She stared at the door, knowing he was behind it, waiting for her. Why even bother? Her chest was straining against the dress and she felt pale and ungainly and her confidence threatened altogether to collapse before she told herself to fuck it all and just knock.
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Inuyasha was already at the door, cane in hand, when she stepped into the hall.
He heard the groan of the bathroom door, followed the clack of heels first against tile, then onto the wooden floor. He caught the aroma of her perfume—something with lily of the valley and sandalwood—which complemented, rather than overwhelmed, her natural alluring scent.
But he waited, confused as to why she was obviously just standing there, and wondered if she was having second thoughts. Had he misread the looks exchanged, the heat between them, the longing? Was it all in his head? Was it only one sided?
She had made dinner; the smell of vegetables and chicken had been wafting in for over an hour. She had brought him a suit so freshly pressed that it had been warm to the touch. He was sure Kagome seemed excited at the prospect of a birthday dinner, and though she had been quiet the past few days, so had he. He figured they were both a little nervous. So why now was she hesitating?
Maybe she just thinks of me as a friend, he thought, his palms growing clammy. Maybe she really loves that asshole but she’s too afraid to tell me. What if she thinks I’m being pushy? What if I’ve completely misread her this entire time, and just projected onto her what I felt? Fucking idiot.
From where he stood he could make out her hurried breaths and the rustling of fabric. A current of dread rushed through him. He rested his head against the door, eyes closed.
What am I gonna do if she doesn’t want me?
The knock caught him off guard, but he recovered, and hesitated just a moment so as not to reveal his enthusiastic comportment. Gripping the handle of his cane in one hand and the knob in the other, he stepped back carefully so as not to put too much strain on his leg, and pulled the door wide.
Holy fuck.
She was—wow. He couldn’t reason. He couldn’t move. His free hand clutched the side of the doorframe not only to support his leg, but to support his entire person from being blown away. It wasn’t just her dress, the hair, the make-up or the heels (well, the heels didn’t hurt), but it was something that radiated from within her and reflected back into his soul. She looked shy and demure while at the same time incredibly sexy and he—
“If you laugh at me you will never leave your room again,” she squared her bare shoulders and looked directly into his eyes.
“Who’s laughing?”
She opened her mouth to retort, but transposed it into such an innocently elated smile that it sent a wave of pleasure all the way through. He’d never seen her smile like that—ever. That smile was for him, he thought triumphantly as he took her arm. It’s mine. No one else’s.
“I haven’t dressed up like this in forever,” she made conversation as they slowly walked towards the kitchen. Inuyasha knew he should reply, but was too busy studying her through peripheral vision. He didn’t want to seem like a pig, but truth be told, he couldn’t keep his eyes from her chest.
Arriving at the faintly lit kitchen only increased his astonishment. The table was set for two, and though lacking candles, there was a small copper oil lamp diffusing just enough light to set the formal mood, while still casting aglow on the entire room. He noted that she placed their settings on adjoining sides of the table, not opposite. They’d be elbow to elbow and Inuyasha was more than fine with that.
“Sit here and I’ll put on some music,” she gestured to the first chair. He sat down, careful to keep his leg extended. He ogled her as she swished over to the counter top where the radio was sitting. She turned the dial left and right, searching through the static.
He couldn’t stop staring and he didn’t give a fuck now if she noticed or not. He still preferred regular Kagome: hair messily swept up without a care, plain and patched house dresses and that freshf-faced pessimism she faced the world with. That was his Kagome. But dammit, wench was wearing red. He always was a sucker for a girl in red.
Aware of and pleased by his attentiveness, Kagome took her place beside him, smoothing the dress beneath her before she sat.
She was over the moon. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and wasn’t making any attempt to hide it. Maybe I look easy? No, stop that Kagome. You look nice. You made such an effort, and so did he, she thought, calm enough now to take him in for the first time. His hair was slicked back, all tangles gone- it must have taken forever. His bangs were styled to the side, and the suit, though ill fitting, was endearing and handsome. He smelled as fresh as she did, both having bathed, and what she loved most (besides his constant inspection of her person) was how he looked every bit nervous as she did. They were on equal footing, and for the first time that evening, she felt confident, beautiful and worthy of his attentions. She knew it was stupid and archaic to think that way, but she could not help it. This was her. This was Inuyasha. This was them, and their time and nothing was going to ruin this moment.
“I hope you like what I cooked, because if you don’t then you don’t eat,” she told him jokingly as he lifted his fork. Before he could take a bite, the shouting began on the street facing the house. Gun shots fire through the air, and both heard the command for bows to be drawn. Though the kitchen was located to the rear, it was too close to ignore.
“Kagome!” Inuyasha instinctively grabbed her wrist. “Soldiers.”
“Your room,” she instructed him as she slipped off her heels, holding them with the first two fingers of her right hand.  “It’s in the center of the house. It’ll be safer to ride this out there.” He took her by the arm and they shuffled hunched over, lest they have another close call with a bullet.
As they passed the kitchen door that led to the back porch and beyond that, the shrine’s small forest area and well house, both Kagome and Inuyasha flinched as something hit the solid door at a remarkable speed, somewhat splitting the wood. Whatever it was could now be heard sliding down and—yes—they could both hear it clawing at the door.
Inuyasha shrugged off Kagome’s tight grip and took a step towards the back door. She reached out and took his arm again.
“Inuyasha, please, come on,” she begged him, pulling him, not realizing it was his injured arm. “Please let me take you back.”
“You go, Kagome, I’ll be right there,” his face was all at once curious and grim.
“Oh, Inuyasha, I never should have let you out. We need to go back now. I have to change and get this dinner cleaned up in case they come. Please.” She pleaded, tears straining her eyes as she feebly tugged at his shirt.
He heard her but did not budge.
“Kagome, wait—”
“No! Come with me now Inuyasha!” She threw down the heels she had been holding and jumped in front of him to stop his trek to the door. “Now!”
I was so stupid to let him out. So stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Listen, Kagome,” he whispered, placing a hand on her smooth bare shoulder in order to soothe her agitation. “The cars are driving past us.”
Kagome stilled her breath for a moment and listened, tears of fear visible on her cheeks.
He’s right, she admitted, the drone of multiple car engines was indeed passing them by, and though there was more shouting, it was muffled with distance.
“Kagome, someone’s on the porch,” he jerked his chin towards the now cracked door. “And they’re hurt. I’m gonna see if I can help.”
“Oh, no you’re not, hanyou,” an incensed Kagome disputed. “If there is anyone out there, I will help them or call someone who can, but you are going back to the room. For all we know it’s a soldier or a trap.” Rain began to beat down on the roof of the house, as human and hanyou faced off.
“No, Kagome, I can smell him. It’s a demon.”
“Inuyasha, are you sure?” she craned her neck to the door.
“Pretty sure.”
“Let me look first,” Kagome leaned over the sink and poked a finger between the two tightly clasped shades. His eyes were on her when she backed up and nodded slowly, still weary of the outside world. “I can’t see in front of the door, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone out there.”
He limped to the door, leaning heavily upon the cane. She watched him, transfixed, still convinced he was inviting his own death. Sliding the lock off of its latch, Inuyasha gave her one last look before tugging at the door to peek a watchful eye outside. With a discernable intake of breath, he flung open the door, took a step forward, and disappeared in to the darkness.
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