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Hidden Hanyou	By : SheShar Category: InuYasha AU/AR > General Views: 7992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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She could hear the phone ringing as she ambled up the steps to her house. Holding the handles of her bags in the crook of an elbow, Kagome hastened to unlock the door, letting the canvas sacks fall to a heap on the porch. Once inside, and as she made to grab the phone, the ringing stopped. The room grew quiet except for the sounds of the neighborhood wafting in through the still open front door.
Kagome swore loudly as she went back to close the door and collect the forsaken bags. It could have been Mom. Or Rin. Naraku even. Hopefully whoever it was would call back. She swore again when she looked at the clock.
She had been gone much longer than she had planned and it was now late afternoon.
After her errands were completed, Kagome spent the day stopping along her street to talk to unusually chatty neighbors who only had ears for any detail relating to the little demon boy.
Kagome listened intently to men who swore up and down that the child sprouted wings and flew off into the night, while an old woman claimed it had not been a demon at all but a human child. Kagome nodded her head actively with each bit of gossip that did not concern her own home.
When it became apparent that no one had witnessed the night’s events, Kagome spent the rest of her time out visiting with an old friend of her mother’s. Though she wanted to get home, and to Inuyasha, she didn’t want to bring any attention to herself by acting any different than her neighbors.
Listening out for (but not hearing) any sign that Inuyasha was awake, Kagome flipped on the light to the laundry room, dumped out the newly purchased fabrics on her table and got to work. She toiled diligently with the company of the radio for more than an hour, singing along before standing up to stretch and admire the two sets of pants and shirts she had crafted.
“Damnit woman, I was trying to sleep.”
Kagome jumped and spun swiftly at the unexpected sound of his voice. In the lowly lit entrance stood the bare-chested hanyou, the tops of his cheeks rosy, a smirk planted across his handsome face.
“How…How long were you standing there?” she enquired, embarrassedly. She knew her singing voice to be appalling and the fact that he had been watching her sway to the melodies and sing with abandon was mortifying.
“Oh, an hour at least.” He made a motion as if to check a wristwatch.
“Shut up.” Her gaze zeroed in on the redness of his cheeks and she approached him, a look of concern on her pretty face. “Inuyasha, how are you feeling?” She pressed a hand to his cheek. “You’re a bit warm. Why are you up?”
He smiled, gently taking her hand from his face. “I’m fine. It got a little stuffy in the room is all. Plus, it was a lot of work to sneak up on you.”
In truth, he had been trying to masturbate.
Unsuccessfully, he might add, considering he couldn’t stop himself from cracking up as Kagome’s less than impeccable voice filtered through his wall. However absolutely adorable he may have found her singing, it did not quite negate the fact that her performance had torpedoed the debauched image he was attempting to conjure: Kagome straddling him wearing that little pinafore she had worn just the other day.
Only the pinafore and nothing else.
Hand in place and shorts pushed slightly down his hips, his mental self was just about to slap her round ass when the real Kagome brought him out of his reverie.
After tolerating this musical pretense for nearly half an hour, he gave up and went to investigate. Kagome sat with her back to him, bobbing her head, and singing along to a catchy Bea Wain ditty. Despite a nagging pain in his thigh, he stood leaning against the door frame watching her sew and cut, her foot tapping the floor in time with the beat. She was dressed in a shapeless striped smock that fell over the sides of the chair, which was unfortunate since it did not offer him the opportunity to admire her voluptuous figure. Still, it wasn’t only his heart that swelled with affection as his erection came raging back.
Thank god, she mistook his horniness for fever. Well, in a way it was, he mused.
Though Kagome eyed him wearily, the girl let it drop. “Since you’re up, take a look at your surprise.” She laced her arm through his but as they began the trek to the table the phone reverberated through the quiet house.
With the first shrill ring, her body stiffened. Dropping his arm, she dashed to the doorway, and instructed him to “Sit down and see how you like them. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Hesitantly, the hanyou obeyed her command and plopped into the chair, pulling the new clothes onto his lap, ears twitching, desperately trying to decipher the conversation. All he could make out was an occasional “yes”.
Three frustrating minutes later he was done. He approached quietly, not wanting to interrupt. She faced the curtained window away from him, one hand holding the receiver and the other wrapped around her waist. Her body was rigid and Inuyasha swore he could smell her apprehension. She must have sensed his presence then, for she swung round, her eyes wide and cheeks ashen.
“You too,” Kagome murmured into the mouthpiece, keeping her eyes on Inuyasha as she hung up the phone. She licked her dry lips and made as if to speak, but breathed out heavily instead. She didn’t have to say anything; he knew who was on the other end.
“What did he want?”
She didn’t deny it. “He’s coming on Thursday.”
“What day is it today? I’ve lost track.”
“Tuesday.”
“Hm.”
“I don’t want him to come.”
“Did you tell him that?” he countered, jealousy clouding his thoughts.
“No.”
Inuyasha dipped his head, running a hand through his mane. For once, he was honestly at a loss for words. He was jealous; there was no refuting it at this point. He was still coming to terms with his feelings for her and could readily admit that the thought of her with someone else made him sick. No, it was more than that. One phone call and she was on edge, nervous.
His feelings on the matter went far beyond jealousy. Even if he weren’t crazy about her romantically, they had rekindled their once tenuous friendship and to see her transformed into this meek little mouse…Fuck him, and fuck her for putting up with it.
Kagome stood, fiddling her hands, seemingly unsure of what to do. She was hesitant to speak, but Inuyasha refused to let her off easy this time. He stared at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“It’s almost three. I should start dinner.”
What. The. Hell. “Start dinner?” Inuyasha snorted in disbelief. His heretofore calm tone vanished. “Tell him not to come.”
She looked as though he had reached out and slapped her. “I can’t.”
Using his good arm, Inuyasha balanced himself on the couch. His leg was throbbing but he refused to cow tow now. He should have brought the cane, dammit. “Come on Kagome, you told me you wanted to end it with him. I know why you think you have to keep him happy, but Kagome, if it’s about money we’ll open an account at a different bank and Sessh will transfer the money tonight. You’ll never have to see him again.” He was on the verge of pleading, but held his position.
“It’s not just the money,” she offered. When the hanyou raised an eyebrow requesting further explanation, she threw her hands up in a questioning gesture. “It’s complicated. I…why does this even matter?”
He looked her straight in the eye. “You know why.”
Again, she reacted as if she’d been struck. “Why don’t you go back to bed till six or so. We’ll have dinner then.” She signaled in the direction of the hallway and the bedroom intending for him to exit.
He managed a slow, bitter grin. “Sure, Kagome, whatever you say,” he told her as he limped away without a single look back.
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