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M.I.A	By : Maddiesan Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Kouga/Kagome Views: 4873 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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A/N: CHAPTER 2 AGAIN? Yes. I know some of you wondered where it disappeared to - and I'm sorry. I wasn't please with it and I couldn't keep it up. It had been written for a while but I don't know, re-reading it, it didn't feel right with me. So it's 70% ? the same. But I added a few things and changed up others.
So here we go again for chapter 2!
Kouga's Sister: I've posted about 10 chapters total in the last two weeks or so. So roughly 60,000 words. In fourteen days. Almost a chapter a day. (Granted not all for the same story, but each story got two updates). And wrapped up another (firangi). I work 40 hours a week, I go to school full time. I already think that's pretty good? (Not trying to get a big head here, but I still think doing NaNoWriMo and going above) in two weeks is pretty good. So I apologize that you have to wait, I am deeply sorry. But I cannot free up any more free time. I have to live and study and work. I cannot write 100,000 words every two weeks. It won't happen, and I'm sorry. But I do hope you'll keep enjoying and reading the stories. Thank you for your support. It's always greatly appreciated.
M.I.A
2. Road to Hell
She was dead.
There were no other explanation for the extreme pounding inside of her head. She tore her face away from the pillow, removing her cheek from the wetness she left behind. Ugh, drool. She wiped the corner of her mouth while keeping her eyes shut; she could not open them. There was a buzzing in her mind and the more she moved, the worse she felt. Her stomach was churned, the content of it ready to come back out. Oh god. Her throat burned, the bile rising up. Kagome's body was tangled with brown sheets, leaving her stuck, confused and somewhat panicked. She tried to find the edge of the bed but unfortunately for her, her bearings were out of balance. Instead of hanging her head off the edge, she completely rolled off.
And thud. She landed on the floor, her left arm receiving most of the shock. Her head began to spin and the vomit rose up to her mouth. Her cheeks swelled and her mouth became filled with the disgusting remnants of her last meal. She struggled to make it on all four, the room around her refusing to remain still. She dragged herself across the floor, her eyes squinted. There was not that much light but it was already too intense for her poor little eyes and her hangover brain. She blindly moved around, hoping that she would eventually find the exit. She did not remember the layout of the room and frankly she did not remember what anything looked like.
Somewhere in the background, she heard a similar thud. Did she drop something? No, no it sounded like someone hoped on their feet.
"Kagome?" The word came out like a harsh breathe.
Kouga. She forced her head backwards and tried to look at him. She peeped, seeing his shape through the bright so fucking bright light. His fists were clenched by his sides. "Bathroom," she slurred out, trying to keep the content of her stomach inside her mouth.
There was a sigh of relief, then she heard a small chuckle and she wanted to be mad at him but could not find the strength to do it at that precise moment. Later. A hand gently wrapped itself around her wrist and she felt him tug her upwards. She landed on her feet, leaning forward, and he kept her steady. Once she was stable, he pushed her in the right direction and she left as fast as her wobbly legs allowed her. He peeked his head through the door opening, just in case. The door slammed and he winced as he heard her loudly drop to the ground. Then the vomiting came. Though even if he retracted back into the bedroom he could loudly hear it, meaning there was no escaping it.
Kagome felt like she was wringing her insides as burning, chunky liquid kept coming out of her mouth. She heaved, she cried, but nothing stopped the nightmare from happening. She clutched her tiny, trembling digits around the porcelain white toilet. She wanted to prevent the split ends of her hair from dipping into the disgusting water but she could not. Pulling her hair away meant letting go of the toilet and she knew for a fact that she could not do it. She rested her cheek against the bowl and it felt cold. She needed cold; her entire face was on fire and she could feel the sweat dripping down her neck.
After what felt forever, her stomach finally settled down.
She did not drink much in the past and ever since she began traveling she put it aside. She did not want to be a drunk girl traveling alone. She had a few drinks once in a while in her hotel room but that was it. Except for that, it was all alcohol free since - many years ago. Perhaps she went overboard during the previous night. She ran her fingers through her sweaty bangs, pushing them to the side. That was it, no more alcohol. She grabbed the edge of the bath and lifted herself up. Her stomach swirled but she knew she would not throw up again. Though there had to be something she could do about her pounding headache, right?
Kagome grazed the walls as she tried to remember her way to the kitchen. It was the only room she remembered clearly from yesterday. After a while, she reached it and found that it was shiny. She shielded her eyes with her hand and moved over to a wooden chair. She plopped down and then hid her face in her arms.
"Rough morning?" he teased.
"How are you alive?" she whined.
"I've had a lot of fucking practice." He cleared his throat and then, slid a glass across the table. It bumped her arm but she did not lift her head. "Drink this, it will help."
She groaned but moved her head anyway. Her eyes closed, she swung the drink to her lips and drank it in one shot, thinking she would obtain sweet relief. It was the opposite. As soon as the warm liquid made it's way down her throat she regretted it. What the fuck?
"Rum?"
"Fight the enemy with the enemy."
She was going to be sick again. She spat back what she could and then finally looked at him. He appeared to be as fresh as a daisy. He had a glass of his own in his hand and she guessed it was rum as well. How did he do it? It was - alright she did not know what time it was but she could guess by the dazzling sun that it was very early - too early to be alive and certainly too early to be drinking. He had his signature ponytail on but he was dressed differently than last night - unlike her. He had a pair of jeans on and a black t-shirt. He was sloshed across his chair like he was drinking water and enjoying his day.
If she thought her morning was hell, she should have seen his morning.
His left eye twitched as sounds pulled him out of his slumber. It was not really a slumber. It was more his usual three minutes nap. He sat up in his bed, panicked, and glanced left and right. It was at that moment that he remembered Kagome was sleeping over. He was not used to having company over. The only company he ever had never stayed the night. He threw his legs off the couch and hopped to his feet. Quietly, he headed in direction of his bedroom, trying to make sense of the noises. Was she hurt? Was she having a bad dream? Once he reached the door, he quietly opened it, making sure not to wake her in the process. Inside, he found Kagome laying on her back, her entire body spread across the bed.
But he could not simply walk out of the room and leave her be. No, he could not. Because there was a little sound coming from her; moans. And she was not in pain.
The spiciness from earlier was present but this time around it was more intense. He felt a twinge in his chest and then guilt settled in; this was not right. He should not stay for this.
"Kou-ga."
His ears twitched and he froze in his step. He could not move, he could not leave so he stood there with the door in his hand and exhaled. That was his name right? She just said his name. No, he should stick to his initial plan; he had to leave because it was her own privacy and it had nothing to do with him. Alright, it seemed to have a little bit to do with him…but it was a bad plan altogether. His same arguments as before stood and they would never waver. Kagome was good, too good for him and he would not go near her. Her presence simply brought back long lost, buried feelings.
"Mmhmm."
She moved, her hand smacking against her stomach and sliding around. Alright, he had to leave. He was exhaling through his nostrils, forcing them to flare. One second? Would one second kill him? It was too late. The thought ran through his mind and now he was already kneeling beside the bed. And it was as if she knew he was there because she turned to her side, her face ending up close to his. "Mhmm."
He closed his eyes, resting his head along the side of the bed. There was a softness and quietness surrounding her and it spread through him. It was never quiet in his head; there were always the whispers of the past that refused to leave him alone. But not when he was near her.
"Kouga."
Again with his fucking name. He groaned and opened his eyes again. Her lips were parted, her warm breath tickling him, and there was a slight shake of her hips. Alright. He jumped to his feet like a scared deer and actually sped out of the room. Once he was on the other side, he pressed his back to the door and inhaled slowly. He did not control his emotions the way he used to - now they overwhelmed him. He stared down at his hands and noticed the shaking. He clenched them into fists and pulled himself from the door.
He could not have her.
He shook his head at the memory and chose to focus on something other than her moans.
"Then how 'bout some aspirins and a damn good greasy breakfast?"
"That actually sounds a lot better."
He was not one to use pills but he kept them around. He used them in his garden to keep away infections so that he might keep his flowers, plants and food healthy. He was a wolf - a carnivore - and enjoyed meat but that meant either hunting or money. He avoided civilization as much as he could and thus he lived on some money he gathered along the way and the odd jobs. He kept some of his money for alcohol, the rest for food. If he could grow some of his food, it saved him a bit of cash. And that was how he got used to eating fruits and vegetables - it was a whole lot cheaper. And it sucked. Sometimes he splurged, got himself some bacons, some eggs and other things.
Kagome was a good excuse to use them.
He rushed to the bathroom and then, retrieved two aspirins for her. He came back to the kitchen and dropped them on the table. She thanked him with a nod and he headed towards his fridge. "Eggs and bacon?"
"I'm not huge on bacon. But today? Yes."
Kouga smirked while he got everything out and laid it out on the counter. Meanwhile, Kagome took the aspirins and shoved them in her mouth. She had three choices; ask him for water, down them with the spat out rum or try to swallow them with nothing. Nothing it was. She filled her mouth with spit and then swallowed them. She winced, forced them down and then finally let out a sigh. Hopefully they were magically instantaneous pills if not, she would not make it through the day. Considering how well Kouga was doing on his alcohol remedy, she was almost tempted to try it but she knew better.
She laid her head on the table and waited while the bacon and eggs sizzled away. Moments later, he set a plate in front of her and the scent of food filled her nostrils. She did not know if she was hungry or sick; time to find out. Usually she would not want to put food in her stomach so quickly after throwing up but at this point she felt it was the only thing that might help settled her bad stomach. She picked up the fork and shoved some food in. She chewed, swallowed and then waited a few seconds. It was fine. As she kept eating, Kouga sat down beside her and began eating his own breakfast, his glass of rum right by his side.
He could handle his alcohol well. He drank last night, he drank this morning. It was there on her mind but she did not want to say it out loud. Maybe it was a phase, maybe he was having a bad week. She did not know his whole life. She got bits and pieces of his pasts but nothing else - nothing concrete.
"Where's your hotel?"
"Apparently, I don't even know," she said with a smile.
He chuckled. "I'm guessing it's the crappy hotel outside of the woods?"
She nodded. "I didn't wanna splurge, it's been a long trip."
"When are you going home?"
"I don't know. I was waiting 'til I ran out of money."
"That's one way to go about it."
"I figured once that happens… I'll have to go home. No more excuses." A useless trip. She spent what little money she had and got nothing in return. What did she learn? What did she figure out? Absolutely nothing. It was pointless and now - she would have to go home and face the consequences of her actions. She did not know what she wanted to do with her life. She had no goals, no dreams. Why couldn't she have an epiphany or something?
"Stay here."
She blinked. "What?"
"Stay here," he repeated as he put his metal fork down. "Way cheaper than a hotel." He enjoyed his privacy, he liked being alone but - this was not some human, this was Kagome. Plus, she helped him and his pack in times of need and now, she was the one who needed something. It was clear that she had no desire to go home yet. She talked brightly and happily about her trip but he could smell the disappointment. She did not get what she set out to obtain. He could do this for her. He could let her stay.
He could handle it. He proved it last night when he walked away. Plus he already knew he did not deserve her.
"In your house?" she asked, baffled. He had been welcoming but she did not want to extent her stay. Kouga had been quite rude until he figured out who she was which led her to believe he was not a fan of people. That was a complete turn around from what he used to be. But she had no intention of commenting on it. "Are you sure? I mean, my hotel is fine."
"Is that all you have?" he asked while gesturing to her backpack.
She nodded.
"Do you need to go back there for anything?"
"No. They have my credit card on file."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Then fuck it; stay."
"Kouga -"
"It's fine. I'm always alone. Plus, I'm sure we got a lot of catching up to do." He almost winced at his own words. He did not want to share what he had been doing during all those years. He did not mind hearing about her stuff but - there was no need to let her know about his past. "Unless your boyfriend is waiting for ya?"
"Boyfriend?" she asked with her eyebrows furrowed.
He nodded. "Didn't ya say you had one?"
"So maybe you were a little tipsy," she replied with a smile. "I said ex-boyfriend."
That did explain why he smelled her arousal last night - and the dream. Although he knew it was flux - she did not want him. She had no desire to be with him five hundred years ago and that had not changed. Especially considering what he was now. Even the simple fact of keeping her around was bad but - she needed somewhere to stay and… he wanted to look at her… just a bit longer. She was a nice refreshing memory of when things used to be good. She was pure, precious and kind. He wanted to hold on to that for a while. He knew how it would end; more destructive than it began. But it hardly mattered. He could not be more fucked up than he already was.
"Trust me nothing to go back to."
"You mean nobody's speeding around, trying to shove flowers in your face and screaming from mountain tops?"
"Nah. Well, there was that one idiot but he stopped."
"I'm sure he was a handsome idiot."
It was flirting - almost. Almost because she would never want to go down that road despite the arousal he smelled last night. And he would not either. Can't really fuck someone when you don't want them to touch you. Kagome was precious, a jewel. He would ruin her. He would destroy her and she did not need that. He did not need that. But he needed her presence, a moment to act as though nothing happened. He was good at pretending. He had years to perfect that little trick.
"Meh."
He grinned and she smiled back at him.
This was easy. She could talk to him, she could tease him. She could not even do that in the past - not without fear that she might encourage unwanted attentions. That was no longer the case. First, he appeared completely disinterested in her that way - she remembered asking him to share the bed - and second of all, there was something about him. He was everything at once. The past, the answer, the soothing feeling she went searching for - and he had life here. She could not even dream about having a life that made sense to her but he figured it all out. She wanted to suck the answers out of him. Perhaps it was a good idea to stay here with him.
Because once her trip was over, she would go back to that life. The thing that was her life now. And she wanted to know how much of a life she needed to fake. Would any of it be real?
"I'll stay."
For a moment, he was slightly distracted. That spicy vanilla scent was there again. She was aroused? He did not say anything that would provoke that reaction. Was he mistaken? Was it not a representation of her arousal?
"Good."
"But I am gonna need a good shower."
"There's a river nearby." Her eyes narrowed and he smirked. "Or you know a shower inside."
There was something about the way his lips tugged that forced a own smile on her face. "I'll go for the shower."
"Cold shower."
She popped her lips. "Shower anyway." She experienced the wilderness enough. Cold or not, she wanted modern plumbing.
"There are towels in there. You remember where it is?"
"The place where I threw up my life? Yes, I have a vague memory."
He chortled and it shifted something inside of her; it was deep, sending chills down her spine. She tossed a smile his way and then dropped her fork in her empty plate. At least the food was staying down and it was more than she could have asked for at the moment. She was about to get up and wash her dish when he stopped her by getting up. "It's fine, I'll take care of it."
"Kouga -"
"I said I'll take care of it."
Kagome wanted to argue with him but the look in his eyes did not leave much for room for argumentation. She let a small sigh slip her before dropping her plate on the table. "Thank you." Her fingers brushed up against his arm but it was too brief for her to notice how he stilled.
He offered her a nod and she forced a smile. She was not raised this way; she did not like letting someone else do things for her. He was offering her a place to stay, he was giving her food, cleaning up after her… and she even had his bed. None of it was fair. Perhaps she could buy him some groceries? She noticed he did not have much. Although before she did that, she needed to know her way around this damn forest. There was no way she was getting lost again. She might not find her way back to his house again.
She stole a glance at him, watching the way his shoulders remained stiff. He was always on alert, keeping a distance from her. He used to be all over her and now, he touched her when he had to. At least it was the impression he was giving her. What happened to him? Why so many scars?
She shook her head, telling herself it was none of her business.
Plus, she had a cold shower to take.
-M-
The rest of the day went by quite uneventfully. Kouga decided to take advantage of the sun, and showed her around his house. She had a chance to see his gardens and she saw a hint of his wolves. There were a few of them but they did not get too close. She wondered if it was because they disliked humans or Kouga kept them at bay. After that she got a proper tour of his house. It was slightly awkward, especially since he did not have any attachment to anything in his house. It was there because it had to be there not because he wanted it there. But she made sure to not comment on it.
Afterwards, it was slightly complicated to find another activity. There was not even a TV in his house. She was convinced it was part of the basic utilities but not in his world. After a while, they settled down on the couch and they began talking again. She was unable to get a lot of word outs of him but she did learn that he had built his house 30 years ago. Although how people around him did not notice how he aged up, she did not know. Then again, he did not seem like he got out much so that probably helped him not blow up his cover.
The entire time Kouga sipped a drink. He did not offer her one again but when he finished rum bottle, and came pack with vodka, he brought a few glasses along. Were they all for him or not? Drinking two days in a row? Were they celebrating something she was not aware of? Then again, she was in no position to judge his lifestyle. She did not make the best decisions and right now everything about her was a mess. Maybe he was going through a rough patch and he needed this. Maybe he even felt awkward because she was not joining him in drinking. Alcohol? After the way she threw up? Maybe a glass or two?
She sighed, resigning herself before bending forward and grabbing the bottle. She slowly poured some in a glass and then, rested her back against the couch again. She could feel him staring at him but she refused to peek his way. Instead, she focused on getting the first sip over with. At first she expected to wince and scrounge up her nose but none of that happened. As the alcohol settled down her throat, it actually filled her. Alright, it was not nearly as bad as she thought it would be. She let her shoulders relax and leaned further into the comfortable cushion.
It was at that moment that Kouga got up and her eyes followed him as he exited the room. Did he leave because she took some of his alcohol? Surely she could not have misinterpreted his intentions…right? Her heart raced for a moment until he popped back in. When he came into view, there was a bottle of vodka in his hands. Oh.
"Want some more?" She did not want to be the one to finish the bottle.
He watched her, her long legs stretched across the table, her arms close to her body, pushing her chest out while her long locks surrounded her face. Her jeans were tight, moulding her curves and her hips while her simple t-shirt was enough to give him a hint of cleavage while remaining modest. And then there was that nearly empty bottle dangling from her hand. He took long strides all the way to the couch and plopped down beside her, leaving space between their bodies. He reached out for the bottle, his body hovering over hers but never making contact, and he took a long gulp. It burned down his throat, just the way he liked it and then, put the bottle on the table, right beside the other one.
Alright. Apparently they had another bottle to get through. She gathered her courage and brought her glass to her lips, letting the liquid squish around her mouth before swallowing her gulp.
"Decent lunch," she said with a smirk.
He chuckled. "As good as any."
Those eggs and bacon were good though. Where did he got those anyway? "So, there are grocery stores in the forest?"
"Smart ass. There is a town nearby."
"Hard to tell with the way you isolate yourself."
"Towns are too loud."
That she could understand. Sometimes the sounds of civilizations bothered her and she did not have a sensitive hearing. Still, she thought it was just an excuse to explain why he was so far from every living person.
"Your wolves don't come inside?"
"Sometimes." They were wild animals. They preferred the outside - but sometimes they came to him. He was their alpha. Alpha. He hated that word, he did not want to be anyone's alpha anymore. He left that life behind - hence why he did not live with other ookamis. Not that many of them were left alive anymore.
Was it her or the ambiance was slightly awkward? Was she imagining it? Perhaps she did need another drink.
Hours passed and though Kagome did her best to not drink too much, Kouga's tolerance won. Sometimes he talked and she did stare at him but it was difficult to focus. How was this possible? He began drinking before her! And she tried to keep herself under control. He drank over three bottles by himself. Youkai or not - this was crazy. She kept her sips to a minimum but she managed to get drunk. At least he was talking more than before. Though at some point she did notice the conversations were superficial. Or perhaps it was because her drunken mind kept focusing on his scars. There was no explanation for them. She managed to keep her eyes locked with his most of the time…but sometimes it slipped her. Her glance would shift from one scar to another, trying to figure out the mystery behind them.
"Why isn't there youkais anymore?"
Kouga arched an eyebrow, his face hidden by his glass. It was the question he did not want her to ask. That and where's Inuyasha.
"Humans didn't like them."
The sound of his voice made her shiver. From his tone alone, she could guess what he meant by those words. Humans were the reason why there were not many youkais around? She assumed they did lessen in numbers but that the rest of them hid amongst humans to spend the rest of their lives quietly. Her mind made a terrible association with the scars on his body and it took all of her self-control to not let her eyes fill with tears. Did humans do this to him? Kouga was strong, she saw him destroy humans, villages and yet humans were able to damage him this much? How? Her drunken mind supplied a lot of images and she was unable to chase them out of her head.
"Kouga -"
"It was a long time ago, Kagome." This time, his voice was different; it was cold. There was no longer that rich tone that tickled her from the inside.
Did she think he could not smell the scent of pity coming off of her? He did not want this. He swiped the bottle from the table and downed the rest of it. "I'm gonna get another one."
His grip on the neck of the bottle forced the glass to break but it did not shatter. It simply cracked around his fingers. He needed to shut his mouth. Maybe the whole living situation was the worst idea he could have had. He roamed his fingers through the bottles and picked one. He opened it, poured some in his mouth and then headed back to the living room. He had to admit, she gave him a run for his money. He always drank but never this much back to back. Even he could feel the slight tingle in his fingers. At this point, Kagome was probably drunk. Second night he got her drunk.
She trusted him too much.
He sat back down beside her, leaving even more space between them than before.
She leaned forward, reaching out for her glass - because he got glasses after a while - and plopped back down. Unfortunately for her, the glass was full. Her semi drunken state caused her to overspill a part of her drink all over her black pants. As soon as she felt the cold liquid spread and wet her skin through the pants, she groaned. Great. Because she had so many clothes with her and she could afford to ruin a pair. She put the glass back down and turned to Kouga.
"Sorry, I hope I didn't ruin your couch."
"It's fine, do you need something? Like a cloth?"
"Nah, I'll just change pants."
She got up while gripping the edge of the couch and took a few seconds to keep herself steady. Getting up after getting drunk? Bad idea. Her head began to swirl while she headed towards the bedroom. She clutched the wall, dragging her fingers along to make sure she would not fall on her ass. As soon as she got into the bedroom, she sat down on the bed to take off her pants. She tugged, she struggled, but after falling on the bed, she managed to kick them off her legs. Once she sat back up again, she took a deep breathe, putting her hands to her head. God would this dizziness ever stop?
Kagome opened her eyes fully searching for her other pants. Oh fuck. Her bag was not in here. She left it in the living room after her shower. She sighed, annoyed and lifted herself up again. She dragged her feet along the floor and then peeked out. For a moment, it was difficult to remember the way back. Did she really drink that much? She advanced slowly until she was done with the hall and back in the living room. And then, at that instant, as the cold air wrapped around her legs, she realized something; she was in her black underwear.
A shriek past her lips and her first instinct was to run. Except running was about the worst idea. Instead of spinning around and heading towards the bedroom, she ended up stepping on her own feet. As she felt herself fall backwards, her shaky hands reached out for anything they could and they did find something; fabric. And she tugged like hell. She hit the ground, wincing in pain while something heavy fell on top of her. She groaned as she felt like her lungs were crushed. She managed to open her eyes slightly and found herself staring right into Kouga's face. His eyes were hard and his hands were crisp by her sides.
"K-kouga?"
The thing to ask was if she was okay but she did not trust the expression in his eyes. His entire body was stiffed and his jaw was clenched. She raised a hand, hovering over his face but never touching it. Though his body was hard, he was close, so close that she could feel his breathe tickling her lips. A heat formed in her stomach and her thighs clenched for a second. She tilted her head upwards, her chin dipping up but she hesitated. She licked her lips, the heat of her face rising as she dared to inch up to his lips. And then, she pressed them against his. His biceps bulged besides her as she worked her mouth on his. Her whole body was numb from the alcohol, giving her an edge and courage she would not have without it.
After a few seconds, she nearly regretted her gesture. He did not return it, he did not move. Worst of all; the tension in his body was increasing by the second.
Then, it all changed. Despite the clenched jaw, he began to move his lips against hers, lighting a fire in her loins. His gestures were rough, possessive and dominant. A tongue lapping at her, a fang nibbling her bottom lip. She was right. He was what she needed. What she wanted. A hard length pressed into her leg and she thrusted forward. She moaned in his mouth and let her tongue swipe across the seam of his lips. He parted them and she took advantage of the opportunity. Her hands itched by her sides and she finally did; she put them on each side of his face and deepened the kiss, her tongue twirling with his while she pushed her breasts to his rigid chest.
And then, when she thought he was about to put his hands on her, he instead tore his lips from hers.
"I'm s-s-orry."
She furrowed her eyebrows as he lifted himself from on top of her. She saw him struggling to his feet and before she could even stop him, he made a run for the bathroom. She pushed herself up to a sitting position and stared at the emptiness in front of her. She did not mean to kiss him - it happened and now… now she did something she apparently could not take back. A sigh past her lips as she fell flat on the ground. Would she be able to pretend that she did not remember? It had been going well - and she ruined it. Stupid, stupid.
Meanwhile Kouga closed the door of the bathroom, making sure to not let it slammed. He did not want her know or see what he was. What he had become. His hands trembled and he gripped the sink in an attempt to stop their shaking. His thoughts were filled with memories he did not want and now, he had new ones to add to the list; her lips, her hands, her soft touch. He wished that was his only problem. Except, he was hard. She had only kissed him, barely touched him, and he was hard. His cock pressed against his jeans and he cursed himself out loud. It was not like he was a monk, he did partake in the pleasure of the flesh sometimes.
A girl out there in town. Not a resident of the town - no, never. Simply someone passing through. It went according to very specific rules but it was enough to lessen the building desire inside of his chest. It was quick and it was to get rid of the effects of - what happened to him. It happened out of the blues. His thoughts would centre and he would have this urge, one he needed to take care of. And he did. But not with girls that were Kagome. Not with Kagome. He was undeserving and she was flawless. He could not speak of this again and he would not let it happen a second time.
He turned on the faucet, listening to the water flow in the hopes that it would calm him down. He closed his eyes, focusing on his heartbeat and doing his best to slow it down. It was okay. He was okay. She was okay.
Memories flooded his mind and his forehead crunched up.
His body was weak and numbed out, the cold air wrapping around his body and spreading a shiver down his spine. He could not even muster the strength to open his eyes and there was a vivid pounding in his head. He tried to lick his lips but his mouth felt like cotton. There was a warmth trickling down his arm - blood. At least his nose remained functional. The same thing could not be said about the rest of his body. He tried to move his limbs but they remained still. Why could he not move his body? To add to his worries, blood was not the only scent filling his nose. The putrid aroma of death was circling him and he was almost glad he could not open his eyes. He knew his pack member by scent, not by sight.
And the scents - they crushed his heart.
Suddenly, there were sounds filling the vicinity. He heard the footsteps and his body stiffened; he could not recognize the scent or the aura. Who was this stranger? Before he could try to identify the intruder, a gaps was forced out of his lungs. There was a pressure on his chest; a foot. Someone was pushing all of their weight on him.
"Time to play, beast."
Then he snapped. Before he could exhale, he smashed his fist against the mirror, shattering it into pieces. Luckily for him, the sound of the water toned down most of the noise. He pulled his hand away, blood dripping down his hand while shards remained embedded in his skin. Fuck. This was it. This was the pain he needed to focus on every time he felt a desire pulsing through his blood. He had to associate his attraction to her with something bad. Pain was bad. Sleeping with her was bad.
Kagome represented a forbidden road.
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