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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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19: When It Rains
Inuyasha collapsed against the front door of the house, heart racing as his mind slowed to a crawl. Pregnant? Kikyo was pregnant? And he was the father. He wanted so badly for that not to be the reason why she was here, but there was no alternative explanation for her to just show up at her ex-boss/fuck buddy’s house. And where the fuck was his father? Didn’t he have some security, alarms or cameras at the very least? How the fuck did she find the house, anyway? There were no records of it anywhere and only the people who knew how to get there could find it. What the fuck was going on?
“Inuyasha? What’s going on?”
Shit. Kagome was holding Hajime in the little baby sling she had, glancing between him and Kikyo with a suspicious look on her face. Not now, he couldn’t have this ruined now, not after everything.
“Um, this is Kikyo. She was my secretary and got transferred and it seems she’s a little upset about that,” he wheezed.
Kagome nodded and Kikyo wisely kept her mouth shut, looking at her shoes. Clawing through his pockets for the keys, he unlocked the door with shaking hands, intending to call his father and have Kikyo carted away somewhere she could be easily dealt with. Shoving past him before he could even set foot inside, Kagome practically jogged away from him.
“You didn’t have to lie to me, Inuyasha,” she called back without turning around.
A man he recognized as a member of his father’s security team rounded a corner, eating half a sandwich. Darting after Kagome, he said in a low tone, “Take care of the woman outside,” and rushed up the stairs after her, wanting to beg her to talk to him, to look at him, but not knowing how. Hopefully the security guard interpreted his purposely vague language correctly. Somehow, she reached the guest room she had been staying in before he did and slammed the door in his face, Hajime snoozing peacefully against her chest. Before she could lock it, he forced it open and slammed it shut once again, barricading it with his body. Undeterred, Kagome put Hajime in his crib, yanked open the chest of drawers, and rooted underneath the bed for her suitcase, jerking it out and filling it with whatever her hands came into contact with first.
“Kagome…” he whispered. Now that he had her alone, he didn’t know what to say.
“I never want to see you again!” she said from between clenched teeth, not even looking at him.
Inuyasha moved away from the door. “I’m not gonna let you leave,” he said softly. There had to be time to explain things to her, and the only way she would listen was if he kept a cool head. However difficult that may be…
She threw back her head and laughed, flinging a bunched up skirt out of her tight grip. Abruptly facing him, she glared with all the hatred she had in her, the same that had more or less died out during his absence. The kind he deserved but never had to experience.
“I kissed Kōga,” she announced, a malicious sort of pride coloring her voice. “Right after you left me, I invited him over and I kissed him.”
His mouth opened but no words came out.
“I kissed him,” she repeated. “And when I was healed, I had sex with him. And you know what? He was damn good. Kōga wants to marry me, he wants to take me away from here, he wants to treat me the way a woman should be treated, but I was stupid enough to want to give you another chance, all for the sake of our baby whose name you probably don’t even remember.”
Though still stunned, the blow her words had dealt him now began to register, and a sick, searing pain infiltrated his chest. Pushing away all the hurt, he focused on turning the heartbreak into rage. But before he snapped, a thought occurred to him…
They were even now.
He had cheated on her and she had done the same to him. Sure, she hadn’t dealt him any physical damage like he had to her and she had not conceived, but they were more or less even. At the very least, she couldn’t give him so much shit now and the guilt he had hanging over him every waking moment would be halved. They were even, as a couple ought to be.
“I don’t care,” he said, finding his voice.
Rather than surprised or confused or relieved, as he thought she would be, Kagome just seemed offended. Crossing her arms and tossing her hair back, she squinted at him.
“You don’t care?” she repeated dubiously. “After everything… You don’t even care?!”
Oblivious to her growing anger, he just grinned at her. “Nope.”
“But I slept with Kōga!” she screamed, her face darkening red. “D-did you even want to be with me this past month or did Toga force you? Is that it? You’re going to be with her now?!” When he just remained standing there, she seemed to become even angrier. “I heard when she said she was pregnant. I heard! But I wanted to see what you’d do about it, see who you’d choose. Well, I had your baby first, remember?” Her anger, as it often did, had a side effect of making her cry, and it was at that moment tears started running down her face, making her mute.
“Kagome,” he said gently, crossing the room in a few strides to cradle her in his arms. “Kagome, I don’t care about her. Not in the way you’re thinking.”
She only let herself be comforted for a few seconds before she threw herself backwards and out of his arms, violently escaping the hold he had on her. The tears were gone and the anger was back full force. “I’m still leaving you. I mean it! I can’t do this anymore!”
Inuyasha’s own anger began to rekindle. “Fine. Feel that way. But feeling’s all you’re gonna do. You’re still my wife, and I’d rather have you as a prisoner than not at all.”
Before she could grasp his meaning, he left the room, punching in the code next to the outside doorknob in order to employ the seldom used outer lock. All the guest rooms had them in case his father had a “problem” with a guest. The windows were cemented shut (though they didn’t look it). It was in such a room that he had been locked inside several times throughout his life in punishment for imagined bad behavior. The rooms were also the sole reason why he preferred to be outdoors, else he’d feel the walls closing in on him. He really hated to do that to someone he loved, especially Kagome, but he’d do anything to save his marriage, no matter how drastic his course of action.
Inuyasha waited a few seconds, and when all he heard was the sound of her continuing to pack, the near-silence punctuated with a sniffle here and there, he left the area in order to greet his mother and inform his father in private of his situation. They had their differences, but he knew Toga would appreciate this sign of commitment towards Kagome. After all, he’d done it to Izayoi during the war that killed her family.
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It had been two weeks and Kagome still refused to see him. Toga had told him to respect her wishes for now, that she would soften soon, but two weeks was about fourteen days too long for her to mope about, in his opinion. Inuyasha was angry and irritable, more so than ever, and the rather special side effect of their mating wasn’t helping matters at all. Sometimes, he wondered if Kagome was experiencing the same, er, discomfort he felt constantly, but those musings usually turned to fantasizing about how she’d scratch the itch and that left him worse off than he’d been before.
Currently in his office, he leaned back in his chair, bored with doodling after having made the mistake of finishing his work early. When he picked up the sound of the elevator arriving at his floor, which he had since made accessible to the higher ranking employees as a gesture of friendship (not that the bastards appreciated it), he almost wept with relief. The boredom was killing him. Reminding himself not to jump up and open the door in order to appear calm and controlled and professional, he righted himself, straightened his tie, and quickly neatened the stacks of scratch paper he kept on his desk just to give the appearance of activity.
Unfortunately, the person who walked in without even taking the time to fucking knock like a decent individual was his most hated employee, the one and only Naraku. Brazenly waltzing through the door like he owned the place, the greasy, pale, creepy little man sat in the seat directly across from Inuyasha, staring at his shocked expression with something akin to pleasure. A sick smile flitted across his face for a second before he composed himself again.
“You know, I was up for a promotion before your brother left us,” he said smoothly, the confidence infiltrating his tone making Inuyasha clench his teeth. “We were very, very close.”
“Is that so?” he drawled in response, taking special care to convey his absolute lack of care and respect.
“Had he not died in that fishing accident, I would be sitting where you are right now,” he said, a biting sarcasm to his words.
Inuyasha nearly fell out of his chair. A fishing accident? Was that the best his father could come up with? Really?!
“Uh, good for me, I guess,” he mumbled, trying not to laugh.
That earned him a glare. “Whatever the case, at least I get to spend some time on this floor. Mr. Taisho himself asked me to find your new secretary, but I thought to myself no one has served this company better than myself in the past, so why not I?”
Inuyasha’s discomfort quickly turned to anger which he tried to smother. “Uh, would that not be a, um, waste of your skills?”
Naraku nodded. “Anything below the top is a waste of my skills, but I’ve been working at an inferior post for long enough that they all seem the same.”
“Then get to your desk and stay there.” He was tired of pretending to harbor non-murderous, neutral feelings towards the other half-demon.
He paused, a potent, tense silence making Inuyasha shift uncomfortably. “Very well, sir.”
And then he was gone.
Finally able to breathe again, Inuyasha leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the desk. He needed to get the fuck out of here. The thought of Naraku sitting right outside the door, however, made him want to wait until after the bastard left. Only two more hours… But then again, he was the type to work late under the pretense of being dedicated to his new position when really he had just known it would bother the fuck outta him. What to do, what to do.
The doors swung open dramatically and Miroku appeared like a heavenly apparition, hands outstretched in benevolence and mercy.
“I’m in the mood to get wasted and I sensed you were as well,” he said softly in that unusual cadence that always reminded him slightly of chanting.
“Thank the gods,” he exhaled, sliding out of his chair and bounding to the door. “I’ve had the worst fucking couple weeks.”
“I noticed your secretary,” he said loudly as they passed a murderous-looking Naraku on their way to the elevator. “Not as cute as your last one.”
“Don’t remind me,” he groaned. “I’ll tell you what happened to her as soon as I get a drink in my hand.”
Their short walk to the bar across the street was filled with that comfortable silence and two-foot distance often exhibited by two males out alone together who don’t wish to appear gay. The dark one-room establishment was inhabited only by a couple sad drunks in opposite corners of the place and one absent bartender. As if summoned by magic, a small bald man in a loud Hawaiian shirt appeared behind the counter just as they sat down. Already familiar with Miroku by now, the man set out two glasses and silently filled them with the former monk’s liquor of choice. Inuyasha grabbed both of them and downed them before demanding his own favorite drink, the kind that got him drunk enough to ruin his life.
“Kikyo’s pregnant,” he muttered as soon as the bartender was out of earshot. That would be all the unburdening he’d be doing. Telling anyone about Kagome’s own infidelity was impossible. Even thinking about it made him want to die.
Miroku let out a low whistle and pat him on the back. “Now I’m not pissed off about those drinks. Go on.”
“I was fucking around on Kagome for three entire months and I never even thought of wearing a condom. Seventy years of being careful and now when I’m finally happy I fuck it all up!” he lamented, letting his head fall to the counter.
Miroku laughed, the sound oddly high. “Uh, maybe she’s not pregnant and she’s just lying and trying to get some money out of this.”
Inuyasha’s heart filled with hope before he remembered a tiny detail. “No, she was definitely pregnant. There was a baby bump and she was far enough along that I could smell it.”
“Well, uh, maybe, uh, Kagome will forgive you? She has so far…”
He brought his head up an inch only slam it down again. “She’s. Too. Stubborn,” he said, punctuating his words with a few more slams. The bartender arrived again, bringing out a large chilled bottle of the drink he’d ordered as well as a new glass. Pushing away the glass, Inuyasha drank from the bottle, reminding himself to go slow this time so he wouldn’t get as drunk as before.
Wrenching the bottle away from him, Miroku surprised him into lifting his head once more. His friend poured a small amount of the demon-strength liquor into one of the empty glasses nearest him, his hands shaking. Tossing the half a sip of alcohol back, his hands steadied and he looked him in the eye.
“The kid isn’t yours,” he slurred.
“Which one?” Inuyasha asked, remembering Hajime. Now that would piss him the fuck off and send him over the edge, creating a worse incident than the previous one.
“The one in Kikyo,” he groaned, letting his own head fall to the counter. “I think.”
It took Inuyasha a few seconds to process it. “Uh, what?”
“It’s my kid,” he groaned, his voice muffled by the wood surface. “I hooked up with her on her first fucking day and we had a casual thing. Never wanted it to get this far… But she was just too there, y’know?”
He remained silent for nearly a full minute, the wheels turning in his mind. “So we’re eskimo brothers? Shit.”
Miroku nodded as best as he could in his position.
“But what makes you so sure it’s yours?” The alcohol was beginning to wear off just the smallest bit, so he grabbed the bottle back and poured himself another mouthful.
“She… She wore a diaphragm every time she was with you but took it out with me. She had a thing about, uh, non-human people…”
“So she was a fucking racist the entire time?” Inuyasha said incredulously. He ruined his marriage over a cheating racist?!
“Not a racist, exactly,” Miroku protested. “Just… Well, yeah.”
“Shit,” he grunted.
There was another long silence filled only with the low volume classic rock playing in the background. Inuyasha decided they were sitting too close together and that people might get the wrong idea, so he moved one stool over, wobbling precariously on his new perch.
“I’m afraid,” Miroku said so quietly that even Inuyasha almost didn’t hear him.
“O’ what?” he said slowly, trying to enunciate and doing a very poor job of it.
“Sango.”
Inuyasha laughed. “Yeah, she’s gonna fuck your shit up.”
“I don’t care if she does. I care if she leaves me forever this time,” he whined.
“You deserve it, you sick fuck.” The things Miroku had done to Sango had made him upset for years.
“You’re one to talk, you fucking wife raper,” Miroku shot back.
The half-demon shot to his feet, intending to fight the fucker, but immediately fell to the ground, landing on his ass. “Shit,” he mumbled, attempting to get up but deciding he didn’t like Miroku enough to sit next to him and was therefore more comfortable on the ground. After a little while, he began to sober up again, and the shock of his friend’s confession prompted him to speak again. “You can tell Kagome! Tell Kagome about you and Kikyo and then she won’t hate me anymore. Oh, you can tell the lawyers too and then all this shit will just go away!” Inuyasha shot to his feet exuberantly, pouring himself a celebratory sip of his favorite drink.
“I can’t,” he responded in what was certainly a louder voice than he thought it was. “Then we’ll be dragged into your court case and Sango will know for sure and I know this will be it for her. We’ll be over. I can’t handle that. Just get a fucking DNA test done.”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and plopped back down in his seat. Ears drooping, he realized there was no way he could persuade his friend to come forward, even if he let him know to what extent it was ruining his life. Even with all the shit going on in his own life, he couldn’t bring himself to force Miroku. He too had a feeling that if Sango found out, it would be over for their marriage. Her husband having a baby with another woman when she herself hadn’t been able to conceive would destroy her. Him and Kagome, however, were bound by something far more substantial than a mere contract. They’d be together forever, and even if she decided to leave him, he’d always find her.
“You think I haven’t tried that?” he whispered, just to share. “Kikyo refused it. Our lawyers argued for days. My side threatened that she wouldn’t get any money without the paternity test, her side is taking a gamble and saying a judge will make an assessment without the DNA and just the other evidence. We said she’d be held in contempt of court, she said she’s willing to take the risk.”
After a while, Miroku shook his head. “It’ll never work. You’ll see. You’ll come out on top. Everyone’s on your side.”
He snorted. “Everyone I know. But the media? They fucking love this shit. They are eating it up.”
The former monk made a face. “Now that’s a visual.”
Inuyasha sighed and poured himself another drink. “That’s my fucking life.”
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