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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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20: Fool for Love
It was a few months before Kagome was able to cool down enough to see Inuyasha in the halls without crying or wanting to strangle him. However, it appeared she had cooled down too much and now she was cold. It wasn’t like she could help it. She wanted to forgive him, wanted to love him and let him love her, wanted him to touch her like he used to. But every time she saw him, all she could think of were the lies and the other woman, the one who looked like her.
The paternity suit still dragged on and on with no end in sight. After the first time she and Hajime were accosted by the media while trying to buy groceries, Toga had ordered her shut up in the house all day with Izayoi—again. The news was terrible and she had long since stopped watching it. Every network took it for fact that Kikyo’s baby was Inuyasha’s; that wasn’t the issue. What they loved to go on and on about was if Hajime was really Inuyasha’s child, speculating that was the reason why he had been unfaithful. Every allegation cut her like a knife and made it that much harder to look Inuyasha in the eye, whether from the anger she couldn’t let go of or the lingering guilt. The only thing she was thankful for was that Hajime did not yet understand what was going on.
At least Inuyasha was spending time with Hajime, she thought, her heart warming as she sipped her tea. It was nice to see him making the effort, even if she knew he didn’t really feel comfortable acting as a father and was doing it just to see her. Somehow, that made it even more meaningful.
“I love yooou!” Kōga cooed to a crawling Noriko. The girl crawled not on her hands and knees but on her hands and feet, her little butt high in the air as she made growling sounds. It was adorable and had made them both laugh time and time again. The wolf demon stood up from where he was kneeling and went over to her, taking her tea and placing it on the side table before enveloping her hands in his own. “And I love you,” he said smoothly, pressing his lips to the back of her fingers.
“Thank you,” Kagome murmured. It had been harder and harder to fend off Kōga after what they’d done.
He pulled her onto her feet and into his arms, littering her forehead with small kisses. “When are you going to leave him? When the talk dies down?”
She pulled away, glancing at Hajime for strength. It was time to take a stand, make a choice. But which one?
“K-Kōga, um, I’m not sure I could leave Inuyasha even if I wanted to,” she whispered, admitting it for the first time out loud. At the stunned look on his face, she quickly followed with, “We are mated, after all.”
His featured relaxed. “Is that all? You scared me there for a minute.” Grinning, he collapsed into the chair she had just vacated, sprawling out a little too comfortably for her liking. “Any mark can be overpowered by a stronger demon as long as there’s consent. It’s pretty taboo nowadays, but I don’t think anyone would mind since it’s just a half-demon and all.”
Kagome’s face colored at the casual racism he exhibited. There was no hate behind it, just a confidence that full was better than half, just like the sky was blue and the grass was green. She’d never experienced anything like it until coming into the world of demons and rubbing shoulders with their elite. On the bright side, if there was one right now, it helped her understand her husband a little better. Knowing the world that had shaped him allowed her insight into his soul.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can,” she said firmly, no longer wavering in voice or decision.
Predictably, Kōga was angry. Lips turned down in a sneer, he just looked at her for a moment, and she came to understand why humans had always been so afraid of demons.
“Are you really going to stay with a man who not only fucked around on you with his fucking secretary, of all the clichés, but your own mother?”
The blood drained from her face. “Who told you that?” she whispered sharply, as though a reporter was lurking outside the door. Toga had spent a great amount of money to ensure that particular secret would never get out.
His face blanked before once again turning cruel. “I’m the one funding Kikyo’s paternity suit. Turns out Inuyasha did a lot more than just cheat on you. The boy’s a talker.”
For a minute, she thought she’d faint. Her hearing dulled to the point that she couldn’t even pick up the noises the babies were making. Her vision narrowed to a tunnel and the only thing she could see was his face, the one she’d once thought was handsome enough to rival her own husband’s. But not anymore, not twisted in hate.
“Get out,” she gasped, floored at the betrayal. Her chest hurt so much she felt like she was having a heart attack. “Get out and never come back unless my husband is present.”
Once again, his face was earnest sweetness. “But Kagome, look, let me—“
“Out!” she screamed, stomping her foot like a child.
It seemed like he wasn’t going to leave for a moment, but then he nodded, not taking his eyes off her even when he picked up Noriko and her diaper bag. His eyes tried to communicate something to her, but she was no longer receptive. It was over.
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“I never agreed to this, Kōga!” Kikyo yelled as she stormed into his home office.
Glancing at the enraged woman, the wolf demon waved his hand dismissively and continued his phone call without pause. “Yes, send them over there right away. I’ll call you back after lunch. Bye.” Turning to Kikyo, he leaned back in his seat and stretched. “Who the fuck let you in?”
“You gave me a key,” she hissed, eyes narrowed in fury.
“Oh. Right.” The tone of his voice told her to get on with it.
Crossing her arms, she glared at him, lip curling in disgust. “Ruining that man’s life over some crush is beyond criminal.”
He only rolled his eyes. “I’m just doing right by you and the baby, Kikyo. When you’ve lived as long as I have, you learn to be ruthlessly resourceful when surprises like this happen.”
“I don’t care. I’m not going to play this part any longer.” Her tone was as serious as her eyes, big brown pools of solemn feeling. For a moment, they wavered, and she seemed vulnerable and young, fragile. “It’s tearing me apart. I’m breaking inside.”
Kōga laughed, the tone mean. “And who’s gonna pay me back all the money I invested in you? Your husband? Oh wait, the good doctor is dead, isn’t he?”
The vulnerability returned and brought tears along with it. “Suikotsu was a good man, the best of men. It wasn’t his fault what happened. He just wanted so badly to do good, and the evil of the world was all on his shoulders.”
“So he committed massive insurance fraud, killed himself, and left you and your little sister nothing. What a fuckin’ saint. All the funds went to the orphans and now you’re just a worthless stand-in for a woman far superior to you. Cry me a goddamn river.” Kikyo opened her mouth to speak but he interrupted her. “You took the money, that means you work for me. It’s unfortunate you weren’t smart enough to not get knocked up, but I prefer to look ahead, and I think you do too. Now take off your pants and bend over so we can remember what this is all about.”
Though her hands shook frightfully, Kikyo did as she was told. She had her sister to take care of, after all, and the baby. Kōga wasted no time on foreplay, only slamming into her, forcing her swollen stomach to bang into the desk. She didn’t protest. Maybe it would be for the best if the child never took a breath in this world. The tears escaped and ran down her face, a first since she had found her beloved husband’s body along with the note. Kōga continued to pound into her with ferocity, growling the name of the one who had started all this. Kagome Kagome Kagome KagomeKagomeKagome…
For the first time, she felt hatred.
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Drifting back to reality from a vague dream of her husband, Kagome opened her eyes and waited for them to adjust. What had woken her? She didn’t need to go to the bathroom, she wasn’t too cold or too warm, Hajime wasn’t making any noise. A creaking noise made her start, and she dimly made out the shape of her open window. She usually kept it open right before sunset until right before she went to bed, but had forgotten a time or two. Rolling out of bed, she made her way to the window and shut it, locking it for good measure. Ready to return to her dream, she turned around. Now that her eyes were completely adjusted, she could see the dark wood of Hajime’s cradle, along with the figure that huddled over it.
Fear gripped her heart and choked her, cutting her off before she could even think to scream. The figure picked Hajime up and cradled him, like she often did.
“I wonder if my baby will look like yours…”
Belatedly, Kagome recognized the intruder as the woman who was pregnant with Inuyasha’s baby. A small tendril of anger wormed its way in with the fear. For Hajime’s sake, she tried her utmost to appear calm, not making any sudden movements.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, surprised she was able to vocalize it at all.
Kikyo’s voice was dreamy, detached. “…Because we look the same and our babies have the same daddy. That’s why I’m wondering.”
Something about her tone, the look on her face, a false peace, made Kagome quake inside. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Why are you here?”
The other woman finally looked at her, and it felt like a slap in the face when their gazes clashed. “I’m tired of other people pretending I’m you,” she said after a short pause.
She could feel herself beginning to hyperventilate, could feel herself on the verge of a panic attack. “I-I’m sorry, I never d-did anything to encourage that. I just—“
“That doesn’t matter,” she interrupted. “Nothing matters anymore.”
Kagome knew what she was going to do before she did it. Kikyo had a crazy look in her eyes, and though she wanted to talk her out of it, there wasn’t time. Even if there was, she didn’t have the words and lacked composure as well. The frightened shaking she had held inside transferred partly to her outside and she was really and truly trembling, watching as the older woman pressed one slender hand against the sleeping Hajime’s mouth, at the same time pinching his little nose shut.
Kikyo looked at her again, a small smile on her face like they were chatting over lunch and not starring in every mother’s worst nightmare. “No one will get my baby and pretend it’s yours. No one will take my baby from me.”
She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. Too much adrenaline was coursing through her system and it made her incapable of functioning, leaving her on the edge of hysterics. The only thing that came to mind was something she had done her best to stop thinking about. “Inuyasha!” she screamed as loud as she could, collapsing into sobs immediately after.
Kagome didn’t look up when she heard the door being broken open. Instead, she chose to cover her eyes with her hands, pressing hard with her fists until it hurt. If she could have covered her ears at the same time, she would have, but she knew if she moved her hands that her eyes would fly open of their own accord and she would see something that would change her forever. She wasn’t ready for something like that yet.
When the sounds stopped and all she could hear was the sound of her own huge, gasping breaths, she took her hands from her eyes and squinted through the pulsing lights her abuse had created. There was a lump on the floor. She knew what it was, what it had been, but was too frantic to process the information. Inuyasha was standing there, something dark on his hands, staring at her with the guiltiest look on his face. Hajime was back in his cradle.
His chest wasn’t moving.
It was too much for her to comprehend at the moment. Kagome tried to move to him, to do what needed to be done, but she never left the floor. “CPR!” she said in a strangled, frantic voice, her eyes wild.
Inuyasha shook his head. “I don’t think—”
“Then don’t, just do it!”
Sighing, Inuyasha pushed down the side of the cradle and began pumping his son’s chest. When nothing happened right away, she felt the kind of madness she was sure had motivated Kikyo. It was edging on her mind, trying to infiltrate it, but she didn’t let it. There wasn’t enough anger to cut through the sorrow. Not yet, anyway. Without realizing it, she studied Inuyasha’s face. Sweat, more from stress than any physical exertion, was pouring from him, running down his face. Some collected right beneath his eyes and looked like tears. But that couldn’t be true.
Inuyasha stopped. If she could speak instead of just rapidly take in air, she would have screamed, would have cursed him, would have hit him until he brought her baby back.
“Kagome, he’s—”
“I don’t want to hear it!” she shrieked, at her breaking point.
That moment was when Hajime chose to open his mouth and release the biggest bawl she’d heard him give, and he was an exceptionally fussy baby. Had he been any later, Kagome thought, then she would have been lost. Heart bursting with love, she struggled to her feet, accepting the hand Inuyasha offered and allowing him to drag her up and support her. The minute she touched Hajime, the volume of his screams lessened, and it took only five lullabies before he was sleeping again. Kagome kissed him softly all over his little face, being careful not to wake him, not to hold him too tight. He was so soft and had that special baby smell. When the thought occurred to her that she might have never been able to hold him and smell him and kiss him and sing to him again, the weeping picked back up.
“You’re shaking, baby,” Inuyasha whispered. Taking Hajime from her with gentle hands, he gave the boy a quick kiss on the forehead before laying him down again. “We should let him sleep until the paramedics get here and look him over.”
Kagome clung to him, wrapping her arms around his bare torso and squeezing as hard as she could. “Why didn’t anyone stop her?” she asked.
His brow furrowed. “The team’s got the day off. Usually we always have a couple guys stay behind, but one of them is getting married next week and the bachelor party is tonight and they all begged to go. Even Mom and Dad went.”
“How did she know that we’d be alone? Did you tell her?!” Her voice raised before a look from Inuyasha quieted her.
“No. I haven’t had any contact with her since she showed up here that day.” He glanced down to the corpse at their feet. “Now we’ve gotta figure this mess out. Fucking hell…”
Remembering the situation, she began to cry harder. “I’m so weak,” she moaned against his chest, willing his strength to transfer to her. “I’m a failure. I’m the worst mother!”
“Shhh, no you’re not,” he whispered, rocking her from side to side like she had just done with Hajime. “Anyone can see how much you love him.”
She sniffled, not willing to give up the guilt. “But when it mattered most, all I could do was call you.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re a failure,” he scoffed. “That means you’re smart. You could see you were in over your head and you did the only thing you could.”
Kagome wanted to argue, feeling like some helpless damsel in distress who should go about wearing a helmet all the time. But still, he was pretty much right.
“But I couldn’t save our baby!” she cried, a new rush of tears arriving.
Inuyasha grabbed her upper arms and gently pulled her away from him so he could look her in the eyes. “Kagome, you care for him to the best of your abilities and I care for him to the best of mine. That’s all this means.” When she continued to silently cry, he continued, “What if you had tried to fight her off on your own? What if you lost? What if I had to find both of you gone? What then? I would fucking die, Kagome, I swear. I love you so much.”
“I never had sex with Kōga,” she blurted out. Wincing, she looked at her feet. She had meant to keep that a secret.
One quick laugh made her look back up at him.
“You don’t know how glad that makes me. Shit, I was going to—”
“Well, we did make out a couple times,” she confessed. Might as well get it all out.
His face turned murderous. “Well, I guess I’m still going to.”
“Going to what?” She never should have opened her big mouth.
Inuyasha just shook his head and smiled at her. “Never mind that. Come on, I’ll take you and Hajime back to our room and call someone to clean up the mess.”
Kagome nodded. Though this reconciliation came through in an unexpected way, she couldn’t find it in herself to resent him any longer. Like she said, she was weak. Weak for him. Grabbing Hajime along with his favorite stuffed dog and blanket, she followed Inuyasha back to their former room, finally beginning to feel tired again.
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