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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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Note: Loving all the feedback. You’re making me so happy! Except for Aff.org. You guys are stingy.
Originally, this started out as a little PWP one-shot that I was working on in a math class I eventually failed (you’re welcome). But class was just so goddamn boring and I expanded the story and it grew into a monster scribbled in between equations. I also had mild carbon monoxide poisoning after a poor attempt at barbequing last Independence Day and wrote half of this while not able to breathe properly or move, which may explain the lack of a plot. So I’d just like to apologize for how quickly the first few chapters move. I get too excited for the latter parts of the story and tend to rush beginnings. However, this is not a “getting together” story, but a “staying together” story, so keep that in mind.
Anyway, did you guys hear about Lee Min Ho and Suzy?! I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING WORDLESSLY FOR OVER 24 HOURS. MY HEART IS BROKEN FOREVER. D’=
Tell BashiYami thank you for editing this chapter.
Two: Obsession
It took Inuyasha the better part of three weeks to finally admit that he had it bad. The girl was always in his thoughts; he hadn't even realized now natural her presence felt until it was gone. The smell of her lingered in his nose long after dark and even wormed its way into his head while he was sleeping, a dark-haired nymph dancing through his dreams with her bright eyes and flowing hair. When she left the shrine, the slow waning of her scent had him on edge so much that he would unconsciously glance out the windows, lift his head to scent the air, or sometimes say he had to trim the Goshinboku just to see if he could catch sight of her return. Chopping wood became a habit more than a hobby, and he had started to keep a smaller block in his sleeve or pocket just to scratch at in her absence since finding himself anxiously shredding the underside of the coffee table—the latest victim of his anxiety. Better a pocket full of sawdust than turning the furniture into tinder.
They hardly spoke, since she somehow partially blamed him for her mother sticking her grandpa in a nursing home, but it was probably for the best. He would have just made a complete fool of himself, anyway. Whenever Kagome actually deigned to speak to him, it was usually only to grumpily tell him to move out of the way or the like. His mind would instantly go blank and he clammed up and just did whatever she said, even when she’d scoff and mutter unflattering names under her breath. Women didn’t respect spineless idiot doormats, he knew that already, but he couldn’t help himself.
Even worse, he found himself looking for hints of her in her mother. Mrs. Higurashi, while more secretive about their relationship than before, was no less generous, and he was a very busy man. But he could no longer see her as herself. She was Kagome’s mother now, but only during the day. In the dark, she was Kagome. In the half-dark, she was maybe Kagome in the future. It was the only way he could keep coming back to her. He didn’t want her to suspect something was wrong, and he certainly didn’t want her to even come close to the truth. And he enjoyed the sex. Kagome was very fond of wearing skimpy clothing, with little skirts and tight shirts making up the majority of her wardrobe. His eyes couldn’t help but admire the bared flesh and take mental pictures which he would bring out again at night, playing them in his head like a slideshow as he vigorously fucked the lady of the house. The self-exposure seemed innocent on Kagome’s part, done without a care, never dreaming greedy eyes would want to own her, a factor that made his lust burn all the more.
Kagome’s innocence also served to make her completely oblivious to his desires, and, for most of the time, to Inuyasha himself. He was like wallpaper, always there but never noted. And that wasn’t an exaggeration: he was always there. He had developed a bad habit of watching her sleep, peering at her through her window, marveling at the glow of her skin in the moonlight, the slight shimmer of her dark hair. When he could tear himself away, he’d make his way back to the bed he shared with her mother, the woman in whom he searched for glimpses of the one who captivated him: her fifteen-year-old teenage daughter who barely acknowledged his existence and yet entranced him so thoroughly he often wondered if maybe she really had cast a spell on him all those weeks ago.
There was still much work to do around the shrine, mostly general little things that had not been done since there was a man around the house who wasn’t a child or a senior citizen. Even when he was working, Kagome seemed to always be near him. It would have made his heart beat faster and his face heat with the secret wondering if she was drawn to him as well but for the fact that she was always with her friends. Three girls whose names he always got confused and her friend/suitor/former camp counselor Hojo. They were a close-knit tribe and usually spoke in whispers, not wanting to be overheard by the help (meaning him) or Mrs. Higurashi.
One day, while he was doing shirtless yard work, sweating and glancing over at where she was picnicking with her friends under the God Tree and trying to ascertain whether she was looking at him or at the butterflies frolicking to his far right, he finally spoke to her. Inuyasha had been quietly seething, watching the baby-faced boy shyly put his arm around her and present her with a box of high-end chocolates, something he would only be able to afford if he worked his ass off for about two months and didn’t make any expenditures. And Kagome didn’t even glance at it.
“Put it with the others,” she said exasperatedly, and Hojo jumped up to do just that, sprinting to what Inuyasha was sure was her room.
Inuyasha dropped his shovel. He knew it! There was no way any man could ever be that spineless unless there was magic at work. Her grandfather had been a priest of the shrine, and Kagome was technically a shrine maiden. When he had first come to work at the Higurashi Shrine, Inuyasha had always teased the old codger about the useless seals the powerless priest was constantly slapping him with, and even laughed off his purification salt. Or would have if it hadn't gotten into his eyes. But who knew? The old fart might've accidentally taught her something useful.
“Isn't that so nice of Hojo? You should really give him a chance, Kagome. You're perfect for each other!” her friend with the buggy eyes said. “Hojo’s really great. It’s not fair to keep stringing him along.”
Kagome shrugged. “Who says I’m stringing him along?”
Her friends collectively sighed, apparently used to that response. “Whatever. You're not doing yourself any favors by waiting, you know. I hear there's another girl at his job that's out to steal him!"
"Can we go inside and have some of your chocolate if you're not going to eat it?” All three girls stared at the wavy-haired one before the two more talkative ones looked back at Kagome, apparently having forgotten about the expensive chocolates waiting for them.
Kagome let out a breath and waved them away with impatience, leaving her alone on the quilt. The girl sighed again and lay down on her back, spreading her hair around her head like a dark, waving halo.
A breeze picked up none too soon, soothing the effects of the harsh sun beating down on them and giving his sensitive ears a short reprieve from the humming of insects the heat brought with it. But the lazy wind also brought to him the unique perfume ingrained in his senses and he unconsciously leaned into it. She arched her back and he heard a pop, after which she inhaled deeply and briefly closed her eyes before opening them again to search the sky.
“That your boyfriend?” Inuyasha asked. Immediately, he began to panic. Without him noticing, he had edged closer and closer until he was nearly standing over her. What had possessed him? He nearly ran, cursing his jealousy and the anger it had created in him.
“No,” she snorted, glaring at him. “Don’t you have some grass to cut?”
The anger flared up again at being reminded of the distance in status between the two of them. “So are you a lesbian, then?”
“Why do you care so much?” she asked softly, her eyes curious and not upset. They were the one thing he couldn't see when he was with her mother. Perfect blues that always pulled his gaze just to find them a little bit different every time. Hard blue of the deep ocean when she was alive with fury, sometimes clear pools when her thoughts were somewhere far away from him, and now? In the shadows of the Goshinboku her eyes held a storm that engulfed him from all sides, trapped him breathless in its dark depths and only seemed larger the longer he stared. Storm clouds gathered and dissipated, though the dark of her eyes was still large.
Paranoid that she had read his secret in his own eyes, he sputtered, “I-I don’t care!” and ran off to trim the trees in the forest.
O/o/O
Kagome let out a large sigh at his departure and flopped back down on the picnic blanket, covering her eyes with her hands. It was hopeless. There was no way a guy like Inuyasha would ever notice her. She had been born too late, and unless he was into pale girls who had barely started to wear a bra the year before, she didn’t have a chance. He probably had some beautiful, modelesque girlfriend at home with the body of a porn star and the face of a Madonna. Not even all the slutty outfits in the world, let alone in her pitiful wardrobe, would make him attracted to her the way she was attracted to him. To make matters worse, she couldn’t even talk to him. He made her face heat up and her heart beat frightfully fast and then she would just end up saying something bratty to get him to leave her alone before she embarrassed herself further.
At first, she had been angry that her mother had hired him at all, thinking she had just imported some eye candy to attract more girls buying love charms, which was really their main source of income. More than that, her grandfather was the last piece of her father that she had left. Sending him away was like losing Daddy all over again, and visiting him at the nursing home proved heart-wrenching when she realized he didn’t even recognize her most of the time. But as the days went by, she wanted to hug her mother in gratitude, even if she was dead set on ignoring her for her cruelty to her only living grandparent.
Inuyasha was freaking hot.
Never before had she seen someone outside of photoshopped images in magazines look so incredible. His tan body was all muscular, just the way a man’s should be. If it wasn’t for how soft his amber eyes could get or how warm his rare smiles were, her crush would have been just that, a little crush, and not this all-consuming fascination that bordered on the obsessive, if she hadn’t already crossed that line. The dream of him smiling just for her was the one thing that could bring her out of the depression she had been plagued with of late. Knowing he was out there working in the hot sun, sweat giving his already beautiful golden skin a bright sheen as he toiled away, was the only thing that got her out of bed these colorless mornings. He was her only happiness, but he also added to her sorrow. It was no fault of his, she just was realistic enough to know her stupid little childish fantasies of love, marriage, and a baby carriage would never come true. One day, he would go away and leave her behind, none the wiser to her affection for him. Knowing that, Kagome felt compelled to be around him constantly, but she was still frustratingly timid, so she hid behind her friends, inviting them over nearly every day so she’d have an excuse to just watch him.
Blowing her bangs out of her eyes, she sat up. Thinking about Inuyasha had made her feel hot all over, which wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence. The man made her feel things she had not thought existed outside of the romance novels she once despised. Trailing her fingers down her bare thigh, she decided that a cool dunk was definitely in order. Then maybe she could find out where Inuyasha had gone and imagine what touching his beautiful chest and abdomen would feel like. But first, she needed to get Hojo and company out of her room. The stink of his cologne would linger for days, and the last thing she needed was Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi going through her stuff.
O/o/O
Inuyasha hid for hours, going from tree to tree and thinking over the situation he’d gotten himself into, his mind conjuring up images of her big blue eyes and how for once they hadn’t looked at him in a negative light. Finally, when it was almost sunset, he began to slowly trek back towards the house, stopping only when he smelled an enticingly familiar scent.
Quietly, he made his way through the trees and to a secluded little pool he had noticed his first day on the job. It was circular and lined with blue-green tile. He had never before seen it used. But there Kagome was, standing right on the edge, friends nowhere in sight. Part of him wanted to leave, still embarrassed at having had the gall to open his mouth anywhere near her, but the temptation to watch her go for a swim won out. Kagome peered around, looking for another presence, and when she was satisfied she was alone, she took off her shirt and shorts, leaving her clad only in a modest blue one-piece. Inuyasha was somewhat disappointed, but then she did something he didn’t expect.
Kagome, a small smile on her face, shimmied out of her bathing suit and flung it to the side, leaving her standing naked in the breeze.
Inuyasha’s mouth went dry and his eyes immediately roamed her body, trying to take in everything. Her hair covered her breasts and she was holding the bathing suit in front of her private area, but the tops of her legs and her flat, toned stomach were new to him and he went hard in his pants, an immediate reaction. Kagome turned and then her back was to him, her smooth, pale bottom making his heart pound. Knowing he would never get an opportunity like this again, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling himself free and openly caressing his cock as he watched her. She never faced him again, but with the way he was feeling, that wasn’t necessary. He stroked himself, imagining her hand on him, wet from the water and eager, but shy. Hesitant and forward. Biting his lip, he held back all the groans and hissing moans he wanted to make, concentrating instead of preserving the moment in his mind. Kagome splashed about and played so innocently, smiling at the patterns the sunlight made on the water as it filtered through the trees, looking even younger than she was. His hand moved faster, his hips pumping as well, and it was hardly a few minutes before he was shooting his sperm onto his hand and the ground, jet after jet. Inuyasha couldn’t hold back the animalistic growl as he climaxed, and Kagome stopped splashing, turning around in the water with big, scared eyes.
“Is someone there?” she called out, arms crossed to cover her breasts.
Horrified, Inuyasha stared at the mess on his hand, then back to the frightened girl. His cock jumped as she shivered and bit her lip, her eyes still searching for another person or thing. After a while, she went back to swimming, and he went back to masturbating, exchanging his soft strokes for rough, punishing tugs.
He came three more times before he admitted he had a problem aside from chafing.
End note: And so begins the unrealistic sexual activity. He’s a half-demon, though, so let’s just say demon dick doesn’t need to rest, like in every other story.
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