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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.

Chapter List
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14: Hide and Go
Inuyasha woke soon after dawn, the muted purr of the hotel telephone sounding like a shriek to his ears. Blinking rapidly, he rose and shook his head to clear it, not wanting to think anymore. If he just acted like everything was out of his hands even more than it was, then he could see Kagome. Had Kōga been coming around during his prolonged absence, or had he managed to intimidate him just the slightest bit, chasing him away? Snorting, he went off to the shower, knowing that he and the wolf were more alike than he liked to admit. The bastard would not give up on Kagome after such a trifle like a minor fist fight. No, he wouldn’t give up the prize, especially when her husband was nowhere near. The phone kept ringing and ringing away, but he ignored it, his ears twitching in irritation. He knew it would just be the hotel staff telling him his ride was out front. He didn’t need a conversation to figure shit like that out.
Once he had completed his rather hurried beauty routine, he took his suits and shirts and ties out of the closet and laid them on the bed, thinking to save his mother some trouble when she came later to take his things back home. Next, he took the shoes and neatly lined them up in a row at the foot of the bed. Gritting his teeth now with nothing to do, he looked about and wondered if he could break the sink or something just so he didn’t have to leave right that moment. The thought that Kagome would be there in the car waiting for him, perhaps not even knowing he was about to join her, made his heart beat like a drum in his chest. Sweat began collecting in the creases of his palms and he felt like a cross between a little boy who had just made a huge mess and was about to be found out and a kid about to ask the girl who didn’t know he existed to the last dance of the school year.
Fuck.
With trembling limbs, he left the hotel room that had been his temporary home for the past three months. The brightly-lit hallway smelled of both disinfectant and sex and he sneezed, wondering how it had not bothered him until that very moment. Even his head felt clearer, despite its sudden pounding. Inuyasha’s pace quickened, and he hurried down the stairs, too impatient to wait for the ancient elevator. His footsteps echoed, and he ran faster, not liking how guilty the sound felt to him. Finally, he was outside, immediately spotting the plain, shiny black automobile that held the cause of all his anxiety. Even though his legs felt like lead, he sprinted to the car and yanked the door open, his heart beating like crazy once again.
Kagome wasn’t there.
Confused, Inuyasha sniffed. She had been inside the car earlier, no more than half an hour ago. Did she wander off? Had he really taken that long to get down here?
“Where’s Kagome?” he asked the nameless driver, not caring for introductions.
“Mrs. Taisho has already been dropped off at the airport. Mr. Taisho Sr. thought it best not to throw you together too early.”
Snorting in a combination of annoyance and sadness, Inuyasha slid into the car, slumping in his seat, not feeling even the littlest bit better when he slammed the door. So, he’d have to wait to see Kagome. That was fine by him. It was actually a really good idea, even if it had been his father’s. This way, he could prepare himself for the shock of seeing her face after so long. Maybe he’d even somehow manage to think up a good excuse. Hearing that Kagome was already at the airport made him feel a little less depressed. She probably knew by now that he was going to show up and they were going to be alone together for an extended period of time. The fact that she had gone even knowing that gave him some hope. Maybe she did still want him, or would at least be willing to help him out.
After a few minutes of looking out the window, he had finally arrived at the airport. It was too small for a city of this size and was always obscenely crowded, making it one of his most hated destinations, even if flying itself wasn’t such a fucking painful ordeal. The driver pulled up to the sidewalk, and Inuyasha grasped the door latch, his fingers shaking.
“Circle the block,” he croaked.
“What?”
“Just fucking do it!” he shouted, removing his hand from the door and crossing his arms. “I need time to fucking think.”
What was his problem? He thought to himself as the driver, obviously reluctantly, obeyed his orders. All this time, he had been wanting to see Kagome, longing to see her face, smell her scent, touch her soft skin, and now that he was finally on the verge of being with her again, he panicked. What was wrong with him? The motion of the moving car made him feel sick, and he crossed his arms tighter, holding his stomach, holding himself inside.
“Sir, your plane is leaving in fifteen minutes. I doubt they will let you on.”
Going cold from the shock, he jumped out of the car even as it moved, dashing towards the entrance. How long had he been hiding? It wasn’t right. Not for him and not for her. Ignoring the long line of people, he pushed past them and just barely avoided crashing into the giant body scanner.
“Sir! Sir, you can’t go—”
Inuyasha ignored the voice, too, until someone yanked on the back of his shirt and pulled with all their might, making him stumble backwards and just barely catch himself.
“What the fuck do you want?!” he growled, glaring mercilessly at the TSA agent.
Unimpressed, the burly woman said, “You have to wait in line along with everybody else. You can’t go further without being checked.”
“But my plane leaves in fifteen minutes!” he complained, just beginning to feel the sweat that collected at the small of his back, sweat caused by fear and not by any physical exertion.
“Let ‘im go,” the older man at the X-Ray said, holding a walkie-talkie in his right hand. “He’s good to go.”
Beaming distractedly to himself, Inuyasha ignored the complaints of the other travelers and the scowl on the TSA agent’s face. Having an insanely powerful father did occasionally have its benefits. Leaping away, ignorant of the near riot he had left in his wake, he followed the faint scent of Kagome all the way to where the bridge connected to the plane. Sighing in relief that they had not yet taken off, Inuyasha headed right for first class. Immediately, he saw her, nose in a book and ear phones plugged in, iPod turned up so loud that even the other passengers could hear her. Not giving himself time to remember why he had been so reluctant to reunite with her, Inuyasha took his seat at her side and yanked out her earphones.
“Hey!” she shrieked, turning her big blue eyes on him, her expression going from angry to shocked in no time at all.
“You’re gonna go deaf like that, you know,” he said gruffly.
“I-Inuyasha,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “Inuyasha, you—”
“I’m here,” he murmured, gathering her into his arms. “I’m here, Kagome.”
“I thought you weren’t going to show up,” she sobbed, holding him tighter. “I thought you left me forever.”
Pressing a kiss to her temple, he glared at the passengers in the seats behind them who seemed far too interested in their business. “It wasn’t right for me to… To just go ahead and do that,” he said quietly. “We can talk when we get there, okay?” He knew she wanted to talk now, but he didn’t like the idea of all their dirty laundry being aired in front of a plane full of strangers. The captain began his customary announcement at the beginning of each flight, telling the passengers where they were going as though they had already forgotten, and making some ancient jokes he tuned out.
Pulling away from his embrace with a jerk, Kagome turned her face to the window. “I’m not talking to you,” she said, her nose going up in the air in that way he hated, the way that told him she still thought she was better than him. Glancing down at her hands, he noticed with a shock that she was not wearing her ring. He didn’t know what he had expected, but the absence of his greatest material gift to her struck him like a punch to the solar plexus.
Too emotionally exhausted to formulate a proper comeback, he merely snorted and rolled his eyes. After a few minutes, her posture relaxed and she pulled out her phone, a bored expression on her face. Shooting him a glare, she quickly shifted in her seat so that he would not be able to see the screen. He hadn’t been interested before and had been formulating a plan on how to best sulk away the forced honeymoon, but her actions angered him so he stared at her.
“Who’re you texting?” he grumbled, trying to peer past the barrier of her hands without success.
No response.
Remembering she wasn’t talking to him, he decided to up the ante on the childishness and grabbed her phone, the one he had paid for, out of her hands and tried to read the texts before she could take it back.
Eyes wide, he read the message several times, holding an upset and embarrassed Kagome back by continuing to gently shove her hands away.
Kōga: Fine. Gonna be missing that milk while you’re away, though. Try and have fun ;)
Kagome finally succeeded in capturing the phone back, hitting him in the stomach not entirely on accident, typing a hurried reply with a small smile on her face. Once done, she placed the phone back in her pocket, bored expression returning, this time with a hint of wary annoyance.
“What—the fuck—was that?” Inuyasha hissed, leaning in closer to her so that nobody would hear.
“A text,” Kagome said snottily, refusing to look at him.
“From another guy about missing your fucking milk,” he said a little louder, unable to control himself. Inuyasha wanted to strangle someone, either Kōga or himself. Was it possible for a person to strangle themselves with their bare hands? Maybe he could MacGyver something out of the seatbelt and the headrest in front of him…
To his surprise, Kagome began to laugh, but not the happy kind of laugh he liked. Taking her phone back out of her pocket, she threw it at him, her eyes filled with tears.
“Read all of it.”
Knowing her passcode already, he entered it in, fear gripping his heart. If this was the way in which Kagome asked him for a divorce, he’d fucking lose it. Having to read his wife’s texts to and from the man who had ruined their marriage would really do him in. Just knowing that wolf bastard had also tasted Kagome’s breasts (and probably a lot more) made him want to scream. Regretfully, the thought occurred to him with a shock that he was the one who had ruined their marriage. If he hadn’t forced himself on her and then walked out, this wouldn’t be happening. Hell, if he had just done one instead of both, she probably would have forgiven him after a few long talks. Anxiety steadily creeping back, he went to her texts and began scrolling through, his ears drooping the more he read. Finally, he handed her back the phone, closing his eyes and exhaling heavily.
“Wow,” he mumbled.
“Kōga’s visiting with Noriko right now and I was just asking how Hajime was,” she said in a whisper, her explanation now completely unnecessary.
Inuaysha’s fingers tightened on the armrests, his claws digging into the plushy fabric. “I don’t want that fucker around our son,” he stated, sounding about as calm as he felt.
Kagome laughed again. “Our son? Kōga has more of a relationship with him than you do.”
They both went silent, Kagome’s eyes looking at him in a mixture of what seemed to be curiosity for his response and regret, whereas he just didn’t know what to say to make things alright again.
Clearing his throat, he looked back at her. “I-I know I fucked up really bad. I’ll… I’m coming back home. We’re going to spend more time together, Kagome. You and me and Hajime.”
Before Kagome could respond, they were interrupted by the arrival of a flight attendant. She leaned over them, well, she leaned over Inuyasha, her rather too firm to be real vulgarly large bosom nearly brushing against his face.
“Refreshments?” she asked, her voice a hair away from a breathy baby girl lisp. It almost sounded like she was doing an impression of a mentally challenged Marilyn Monroe.
“Uh, no thanks,” he said, annoyed at the interruption.
“Are you sure? I can mix you up something real nice,” she said teasingly, flipping a lock of red hair behind her shoulder.
“He said no,” Kagome cut in bitingly, glaring at her. Inuyasha noticed she adjusted her hands in her lap so that her left hand was on top, showing off the small band of skin that was whiter than the rest, that special place where he had put the ring, thinking she would always wear it. Noticing his gaze, Kagome glanced down at where he was staring, and seemed to remember with a start that she was not wearing the ring.
Turning her attention to Kagome, the woman smiled, her painted red lips stretched tight over her large teeth. “And what would you like, little girl? A ginger ale?”
Attempting to win some points, Inuyasha flipped up the armrest between them, put his arm around Kagome and said, “I think my wife can decide for herself.”
Nodding, Kagome leaned into him. “I’ll have the apple juice.”
Defeated and a little weirded out, the flight attendant proceeded to serve her the apple juice in the tiny plastic cup. Once she was gone, Inuyasha broke out in a fit of laughter, not releasing Kagome from his grasp now that he finally had her back.
“Way to assert your maturity,” he said, feeling absurdly happy for such a small incident.
Kagome snorted. “I’m somebody’s wife and somebody’s mother. I don’t have to prove or assert jack.”
Nodding, he stayed silent, just enjoying her company, grateful that at least they were reunited and he’d have a chance to bring her back around to the idea of loving him. After a few yawns, Kagome leaned on his shoulder, her eyes drooping closed and her breathing evening out. Had she been having as hard a time sleeping as he had? Not daring to let himself believe it, he gently kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger, trying to transmit all the things he couldn’t say to her in that one small bit of contact. Carefully, he extracted himself, going slowly so as not to wake his sleeping beauty, and slid off his jacket. It always got cold on planes, and he didn’t want Kagome to be uncomfortable. Draping the garment over her, he brought her back to his shoulder and settled in for the rest of the flight.
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