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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.

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17: Fancy Free
A week and a few days later, after many interruptions and bad moods and arguments and just not right moments, Inuyasha decided it was finally time to bust out the big guns. If he didn’t win her over tonight, that was that. Every time he tried to approach her sexually, something always went wrong. It didn’t feel right, he was staring at her too hard, he shouldn’t just jump in the shower with her because it startled her, pushing his penis in her face was not foreplay, feeling her up during a rerun of Jeopardy wasn’t romantic… It went on and on and on. He understood why Kagome was keeping him at arm’s length, but he hated it. Nothing he did was acceptable and he was nearing his wit’s end, and his perpetual blue balls only added to his suffering. Also, her stuffed rabbit’s eyes seemed to follow him around the room and he wondered if his sexual frustration was somehow gradually giving it the power of sentience and movement. Whatever the case, it certainly made seducing Kagome that much more difficult. If she tried to bring that thing into their bed one more time, he swore, Mr. Bunny was going to have a rather fatal “accident”.
Inuyasha even reached the point where he was considering calling up his father and asking for advice. Whatever he had done seemed to have kept Izayoi worshipping at his feet for centuries regardless of whether he paid attention to her or not. A thought occurred to him. Was that the key? Should he ignore Kagome? Initially, he was repulsed by the thought, but the more he thought about it the more tempting it seemed. All he had to do was pretend not to be affected by her for a while and then she’d be eating out of his hand forever. But then reality reared its ugly head. No, he couldn’t ignore Kagome. If he tried to ignore her, she’d try to get his attention for a bit before giving him the cold shoulder, and that would piss him off and then they’d fight and maybe they wouldn’t make up this time.
So what if he did the opposite?
If he lavished her with gifts and attention and apologies the way girls always dreamed of being treated, what then? Looking at Kagome where she lay still asleep in the bed next to him, he smiled. He’d finally found his answer. Gently, so as not to disturb her, Inuyasha slid out of bed and took his phone into the bathroom. Tomorrow was their last day on their honeymoon, so he needed to come up with something big, something that would impress her and wow her back into his arms.
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“Did you put on the dress?” Inuyasha called to Kagome who was still getting ready in the bathroom.
The door opened and she came out, hair pinned up and white evening gown with gold embellishments in place. The bright, too pure color kind of hurt his eyes, but she liked it, right? White and gold were classy colors. Her make-up was done to perfection and her beauty was marred only by the frown she had on her face.
“What is all this about, Inuyasha?” Kagome questioned for about the thirtieth time. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise!” he replied, taking her arm and leading her out the door. He tried to cover up his nerves with a sheen of excitement and was paranoid some cracks were beginning to show.
Kagome scowled. “I don’t like not knowing where we’re going.”
“You’ll know soon enough.”
Holding out his elbow for her to grasp, he led her out of the room, keeping his steps moderate in size and speed so she would not have to skip and run to keep up with him. Everything about tonight had to be perfect; one mistake could ruin it all. The limo he had rented was idling outside, so white and shiny it nearly glowed in the dark. As soon as Kagome caught sight of it, she glanced at him, curiosity in her eyes. Biting his tongue, he opened the door for her and gave her a swooping bow, following in after she tugged the train of her dress after her and arranged the voluminous fabric so that she was comfortable.
“Where’s my corsage?” she asked with a small smirk on her face.
“Your what?” he responded, mind blank. What the hell was she talking about and why did he not have it for her and would it ruin the night?
His anxiety must have shown on his face because she grabbed the hand that was reaching for his phone and laced her fingers with his. “It’s nothing, Inuyasha. I was just making a joke…”
“Oh,” he said, relieved.
The rest of the ride passed smoothly, with Kagome loosening up enough to lay her head on his shoulder and sometimes kiss his jaw. There was a small television in the back and they watched some foreign film about lesbians that was supposed to be good. Inuyasha, however, just felt bored. Not even the almost-porn on the screen could keep his attention for long. His mind just busily went over and over what he had set up, rehearsing the words he had even gone so far as to write out on paper in his head. Everything needed to be perfect. So engrossed in his thoughts, he missed the contemplative frown on Kagome’s face, as well as the blush in reaction to the film he had put on.
At long last, the car rolled to a stop and he nearly leapt out of the vehicle, wanting to get to the good stuff. Remembering just in time to grasp Kagome’s hand and help her out lest she stumble over the long hem of her dress, led her to the boat that was bobbing in the water on the very edge of the lake nearest them. Her lips parted in surprise, blue eyes taking in the romantic little cove with a small, almost gently lazy waterfall on the opposite side. The only light came from lanterns strung above the water, and they were not bright enough to pollute the beauty of the stars and hide them from view. The lake itself was rather small and shallow, manmade and void of any aquatic life, but it still made a pretty picture and Inuyasha couldn’t help but feel proud at the expression on her face.
Without a word, he helped her step into the tiny rowboat, holding her firmly by the waist to ensure she would stay steady. A second later, he was rowing them with powerful strokes towards the waterfall, the faint strains of a violin echoing around them. Usually, this place had a man employed to row for a couple and sing, but Inuyasha wanted to be alone with Kagome and he was never much of a performer.
“This is just like The Little Mermaid,” Kagome murmured, trailing the tips of her fingers in the water.
Inuyasha smirked, glad to be the only prince in her life. As they drew closer to the waterfall, the violin music got louder and somehow sweeter with the mournful quality that particular instrument always seems to possess no matter the artist’s intent. Soon, they were next to the waterfall but far enough away so that they would not be splashed too much. Grinning at his wife’s confused expression, he jumped out of the boat and onto the cobblestone path that had not been visible from the other side of the water. Again grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her out of the boat and onto land, taking her hand and walking behind the curtain of water that hid their destination from view.
Hidden behind the little manmade waterfall was a restaurant that served only one table a night. The decorations were kept to a minimum to really drive home that the patrons were dining in a cave, but the objects they did deem worthy of cluttering the small space were only of the highest quality. The table they would be eating at was carved out of solid mahogany and was well over a hundred years old. Despite its age, it was still as sturdy as the day it was made, and its age only enhanced its beauty. The chandelier was lit with candles instead of lightbulbs and he had been told it was taken from the estate of a French noble during the Revolution. The silverware was actual silver and the plates were very old porcelain with goblets of crystal. All in all, it was a pretty ritzy place.
Face colored more red than pink, Kagome allowed him to pull out the throne-like chair for her, settling into the overstuffed cushion gracefully. She immediately broke etiquette by allowing her back to touch the back of the chair and began to stare at the array of forks and spoons with wide eyes. Deciding not to correct her, he took his seat and glanced at the waiter where he stood waiting to be summoned not two feet from them.
“Bread now,” was all he said, his face taking on a cross look.
The waiter obliged, practiced enough in the art of dealing with rich fools to not let his expression betray his opinion of the boy in front of him and what was obviously his underage mistress. A delicately woven basket was brought to them, filled with warm, crusty white bread. Apple butter was in season and a small crystal butter dish was brought to them. Already starving, Inuyasha helped himself to the bread, spreading it liberally with what should really have been considered a dessert, in his opinion.
“Where are the menus? When do we order?” Kagome whispered, glancing nervously at where the violinist was playing with eyes closed, swaying to the sound of his own music.
Inuyasha placed the bread down on his plate and smiled at her. “This place doesn’t give choices. They have different surprise meals every day for whatever customer. It took a shit ton of money to buy out the fucker who had this place before me. You’ve gotta make reservations three years in advance!”
“Oh…” Kagome said, taking a piece of bread and tearing the crust from it. She fiddled with it a little bit before dropping it to the plate.
Panicking, Inuyasha looked around for the waiter. Kagome was not reacting like he had expected her to. Why wasn’t her dress off yet?! The psychic link the waiter had established immediately upon their arrival alerted him to Inuyasha’s distress, and he came out with a trolley of food. The half-demon relaxed somewhat. The presentation was marvelous. Crystal, candles, white linen, good red wine. With a flourish, the mustachioed waiter began to pour Kagome a glass of the rich liquid, not a drop going astray to stain the tablecloth.
“Uh, do you have Dr. Pepper?”
The waiter pulled back the bottle, almost losing his grip on it and letting it fall. Inuyasha cringed. This was not how the night was supposed to go. Wisely deciding to ignore Kagome’s request, the man placed the delicate plates on the chargers and retreated out of sight but not out of earshot. Clearing his throat, Inuyasha reached out a hand to grasp her small one which was currently fiddling with the array of forks. She didn’t respond.
“How do you like everything?”
Kagome blushed and smiled tremulously at him. “It’s…beautiful,” she whispered, finally choosing a fish fork and digging into her stuffed chicken breast.
“What’s wrong?” he finally asked, allowing his elbows to touch the table. She wasn’t happy, he’d known it the entire trip, but it was only getting worse no matter how hard he tried.
Glancing at him, she put the fork away and leaned forward. “It’s just… Well, I would have been perfectly fine getting some McDonald’s drive-thru and listening to Katy Perry on the radio. Everything’s too much.”
His mouth went dry and he suddenly felt like he was choking. Air. He needed air. He needed to get away from this place. Inuyasha rose to his feet so quickly his chair fell over behind him, hitting the violinist in the knees and making him shriek. The first few steps he took were stumbles, but the further he got away from her the more he stomped. Pushing the boat into the water with his foot, he leapt in, trying desperately not to punch a hole through the bottom. All the fucking work, all the fucking money, all the effort and she rejected him and said she would have preferred fucking shit over what he had given her. If artificial romance bought with money wasn’t enough to keep her, he was out of ideas.
Kagome appeared just as he was considering leaving her behind and rowing his way back alone. “Inuyasha?! I’m sorry, I just—”
“Shut up and get in the boat,” he said from between clenched teeth. Whatever it was, he didn’t want to hear it.
Obedient for once, Kagome simple nodded and shakily got in the boat, making it rock precariously before sitting. She looked wounded that he didn’t even attempt to help her, but he ignored it. Using his anger, he rowed them back to the opposite side of the lake, his sweat cold on his skin. Scrambling out of the tiny watercraft, he jogged to the limo, slamming the door just as Kagome reached it. It was childish, he knew, but immensely satisfying. A second later the door was open again and Kagome was glaring at him, the hem of her dress dripping. Inuyasha merely yawned and leaned his head back, going for nonchalance, which was sort of hard since he had run out of a restaurant on the verge of a panic attack not quite ten minutes ago.
The ride back to the hotel was tense, but thankfully silent. He didn’t know if he could deal with her right now. If she apologized, that was bad. If she tried to justify it, well, he didn’t want to listen. It took a lot for him to show his feelings in such a manner. Never before had he even thought of setting up something like this for anyone else, but he wanted to make Kagome happy. Anybody else would have been grateful and he’d be feeling proud, but she just made him feel hopelessly inadequate. Maybe it had to do with how they had started their relationship, with him working for her family, but he felt like a very poor servant. Would it always be that way between the two of them? Those thoughts had him feeling sad, so in order to avoid that most unwelcome feeling, he went right back to angry.
Once they were safely in their hotel room, he cringed. The hotel staff had received orders from him that as soon as they left, the room was to be practically carpeted in red rose petals with two bottles of champagne waiting for them right at the foot of the bed. Everything was as he had planned, and it only made everything worse. The lights were low, the view through the opened curtains was beautiful, and they were together. Kagome slowly absorbed everything and his face burned red with embarrassment and rage.
“Inuyasha… All this… Is it f-for me?”
He couldn’t bear to hear her voice, the stress in it. Instead of responding, he just clenched his fists, wishing he could blow the room away.
“Inuyasha,” Kagome said again, stepping closer to him and gently putting a hand on his shoulder, so impersonally. “Inuyasha, I’m sorry for how I acted at the restaurant. I never meant—”
He jerked away from her, every muscle in his body tense to the point of feeling cramped. “I’m so fucking stupid!” he hissed, kicking some of the rose petals. “So fucking stupid!” he roared, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the bucket full of icy water and throwing it against the wall. The crash made Kagome jump back and they both watched the foam drip down the wall towards the shattered green glass on the floor.
“It just felt so impersonal!” she cried, echoing his thoughts on her touch from earlier.
Surprised, he turned to face her. “That was the most fucking personal thing I’ve ever done for anyone! And you just threw it right back in my fucking face!”
She flinched. “It was like you were desperately trying to impress me on a first date, like you were trying to seduce me,” she explained. The more she spoke, the angrier she got, and soon her voice had risen as well. “Not like we’re married and have a child together. A child you never even acknowledge!” There was nothing to say to that, so he just continued to swallow against the burning in his throat. Getting into the fight, Kagome leaned closer to him, eyes alive with fury. “You dress me up in a goddamn prom dress when I can’t even go to school, just throwing that in my face! And I never would have even gone to the dances anyway because your fucking parents keep me locked up in their house all the time and I can’t even see my friends!”
Inuyasha barked out a laugh. “If you think my family is controlling when it comes to you, then you have no fucking idea how bad it can get. You wanna go to school? Well, I want to have a life where every fucking detail isn’t decided by the one person I hate!”
Kagome’s anger melted into tears and she began to sob, holding herself when he made no move to. “I-I just wish we stayed at your apartment,” she wailed, mascara trailing down her cheeks. “Even though we fought, we could be ourselves and I was happy.”
He sighed, wishing his feet would move so he could hold her, but he doubted she wanted him to touch her right now. “I just… I want you to have nice things. A nice life. You deserve all of that.” Sitting down on the bed, he decided to just quit the obviously pointless games and be straight with her. “I wanted to ask you at the restaurant, but we’re here so whatever.” Their eyes met and he took a big breath, shutting off his brain before it could talk him out of it. “Let’s get married again, Kagome. Let’s start over. I know I haven’t been a good husband but I want to be. I want to be yours again.”
She sniffled. “Starting over is impossible.”
Her words crushed him. It must have showed on his face, since right before he was going to bolt from the room, Kagome lunged at him and hugged him, making them both fall back down on the bed. She was still crying and he could feel her mascara tears stain his expensive white shirt, but he didn’t care. At least they were really holding each other again because they wanted to, not because they were trying to.
“Starting over erases our history, Inuyasha,” Kagome murmured against his chest. Nodding, he stroked her hair. “The good and the bad. I don’t want that.” Rising up enough to look at him, she smiled softly, the kind of smile he hadn’t seen in too long. “I’ve already forgiven you for what you did, Inuyasha. You don’t have to try and make it up to me anymore. And anyway, you’re the nicest gift I could ever have. You and Hajime.”
Her words pushed him to the breaking point, and he quickly rolled her off him and turned his back to her, sitting up and staring at the wall. This had been coming for a while, he knew, but he hoped Kagome wouldn’t be there to witness it. The burning in his throat had turned to an inferno and he fought away the pricking in his tear ducts. Of course, his wife had to ruin it by hugging him from behind, kissing the back of his neck and resting her cheek on his shoulder. Loving her more now than ever before, he patted her clasped hands that dangled near his collarbone.
“I-I’m sorry for not being there for you,” he whispered, barely able to manage that. “For not being there for Hajime. I’m sorry for leaving you emotionally,” he stressed the word with slight distaste, not liking to be reminded that he too had feelings, “before really leaving you.” Kagome nodded against him, holding him a little tighter. “I’m sorry for—for forcing myself on you. I just…” It was getting harder and harder to speak, and, to his dismay, his voice cracked on the last word and a tear escaped, burning a fiery trail down his face. But he needed to tell her. “I just wanted you to hurt. I wanted you to hurt like I was hurt. I wanted to break you, Kagome,” he admitted, struggling to keep away the hiccupping breaths that wanted to take over. “Even if it was just for a moment, I wanted to break you, and I can’t forgive myself.”
“Inuyasha?” Kagome asked tentatively after a few seconds, thankfully ignoring the wetness on her hands.
“Yeah?” he responded, voice hoarse.
“Does this have something to do with Sesshomaru?”
His heart gave one big pump and then stopped. Unable to do anything else, he just nodded.
Taking advantage of his temporary paralyzation, Kagome crawled to his side and turned his face to her. Her small smile was more maternal than wifely, but it was what he needed at the moment. Brushing his hair back, she pressed a kiss to his forehead before kissing him just underneath his eyes, kissing the tears away. Her lips migrated to his own and then she was sharing the flavor of his tears with him.
“You don’t disgust me,” she whispered to him, kissing him again. “You never have. And you don’t have to tell me everything right now, but I think I know what happened and I would never hate you or leave you just because he hurt you. I understand you and I love you no matter what.”
Holding back a sob, he kissed her, passionately but without tongue, not trying to start anything but still wanting her to know that he loved her and he needed her.
“I’m gonna be good to you,” he said in between kisses. “I promise I’ll make it better than it ever was before.”
Kagome smiled and pulled away after one last, lingering kiss. “I believe you. We should probably get ready for bed, though. Our flight’s first thing in the morning and you know how I get.”
Though it was disappointing that they didn’t mate, Inuyasha was strangely peaceful. And he was happy, for the first time in a long time. Even though they just went through their bedtime routine like a couple that had been married for thirty years rather than not even one, it was good. Though they had done sexual things to one another during their trip, it had not felt intimate, not like when they were at the shrine and just beginning to fall in love. Holding her in bed on the last night of their trip, however, he felt closer to her than he ever had. As she’d said, she understood him, and he understood her. Even if he let his anger and low self-esteem continually get in the way, he did love her and need her and understand her, and just because they didn’t mate on their honeymoon didn’t mean they never would. Burying his nose in her hair, he pressed her closer to him, hearing her giggle in her sleep. It wouldn’t be much longer, he vowed. Soon, they’d be together forever.
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