Devotion that Withstands Time | By : RougeFugitive Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Phase 21
Dirty Little Secret
Thursday, May 8, 2001
The door opens once again, revealing Shinosuke, Koharu/Kohaku and Inuyasha. “We’re back with… lunch… Are we intruding?”
“Ah..” Miroku looks to the door, then back down to you and freezes as if suddenly realizing the situation he’s in will bring about certain damages to his person in the immediate future.
From the door, stepping around Shinosuke, Inuyasha moves forward as if he’s wearing hover shoes instead of sandals and swiftly glides to your side. Miroku, immediately seeing this, flips off you and slides a more comfortable distance away.
“___, are you ok?” Inuyasha asks, kneeling down beside you.
You sit up, rubbing the tears from your face and sniffling. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
The food on the small tray he’s holding smells absolutely delicious! Before you can comment on that, Inuyasha stands up and makes a threatening move towards Miroku.
“You bastard, what did you do to my wife?” Inuyasha says with sort of a growling tone to his voice. His glare, directed at Miroku, is ablaze with the heat of a thousand suns. “I am going to kill you.”
“This was just a misunderstanding. You see, I did not touch her. If I did, you would know, or perhaps not because we would at least try to be more covert.” Miroku says, though his attempt at humor fails him at the moment. He steadily stands, maybe feeling he’d be mauled if he moved too fast.
Inuyasha clenches his fist, and starts walking towards Miroku. “Oh yeah? Should I have waited five more fuckin’ minutes, so you could, you fuck-“
“Inuyasha!” You lean forward quickly and wrap your arms around his leg. “Wait! Don’t hurt him! It’s not his fault! I’m sorry!”
Prevented from moving, Inuyasha looks to you and practically snarls. “Why the hell are you defending him?”
“Because I don’t want you to go to jail! And don’t yell at me!” You shiver, unintentionally dampening his yukata with tears. “It was an accident. I slipped, and he fell on top of me!”
Inuyasha pauses, his eyes widen slightly and his expression softens just a bit as he watches you, and then turns thoughtful. “Oh, that makes perfect...” And then back to rage when he sees Miroku, who was slowly moving to the second exit of the room during his distraction. “Bullshit! Complete bullshit! I am going to slip and strangle him!”
“Inuyasha, no!”
“Come back here, you coward! You can run but- let go of me, woman!”
O.o.O
Inuyasha tugs from your hold and sits up on his futon. You yawn, scoot closer next to him, and lay your head on his thigh.
You ended up having lunch in your room with Inuyasha after eventually getting him to calm down in the ping pong room. Afterwards, you decided to have a short nap to sleep off the booze. You convinced Inuyasha to join you by suggesting that Miroku may come strike again while he’s away (searching to kill him) and you’d be lonely and afraid (if Inuyasha went to prison for murder) without him.
This is your life now—getting drunk before noon and having a husband that’s just itching to commit murder. Oh, the good life.
“Why were you crying?” Inuyasha asks, smoothing his hand over your hair, and pushing it aside to rub and partially enclose his hand around your neck.
Hell would freeze over before you’d tell him the real reason, that bad dream, even if you have to lie to his face. Besides, telling him the truth would probably wound his pride and you don’t want to have to deal with the moodiness or all of the other extra special activities you’d have to deal with to make up for it. Plus, if you shared this, then you just may have to deal with him telling you whoever he may have dreamed about. Honestly, you don’t even want to know who he messed around with in real life back in college! Why would you want to know who he dream-cheats on you with?!
The phrase “only in your dreams” could only be so perfect, yet terrifying right now.
“You know I’m a sad drunk.” You answer, tilting your head to look up at him.
“…No, I know you’re a slutty drunk.” Inuyasha says and narrows his eyes at you.
“Ok, that maybe true.” You sit up and wrap your arms around his waist, slipping one hand into his yukata to pat his chest. “But only for you, baby.”
You lean up to kiss him, but he tilts his head away and grunts. “Yeah, right.”
You kiss his on the cheek instead. “What’s that supposed to mean? Do you think I would...? Try something with Miroku?” You smirk at him, not hiding your amusement. “Are you high on toxic fumes?”
“No. I just thought it was weird that you’d cry for no reason; excuse me for caring, drunky.” Inuyasha snaps back, easing out of your hold.
“Oh... I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to laugh, get mad, or tell me how stupid it is because I already know.” You say and glance to side uncertainly.
“You shouldn’t ask me to make promises that you know that I might break.” He replies petulantly.
You look back at him and give a slight warning glare before looking away. “Ok. You know when we first met, Miroku left me with you to go out with another girl, and I’m happy it turned out that way. Very happy. But sometimes I wonder why he did it, you know? Like if I wasn’t pretty or sexy enough like the other women he dated? Don’t misunderstand; I don’t like him that way, I just…” You trail off, blushing faintly.
You look up to Inuyasha to see him looking out the window with a bored expression. “Inuyasha?”
“What?”
“…Were you listening?”
He glances at you blankly, then back to the window. “Listening to what?”
“Nothing, I’m going to go kill myself now.”
“Ah, ok. Have fun.”
“You jackass! I hope you-I hope you choke on air!” You snap as you get up.
“I’m kidding! Geez!” Inuyasha grabs your hand and pulls you back down against him. “I should get a prize for listening to you talk because god help you, you are boring to listen to.”
“I hate you.” You hesitantly settle down and find a comfortable position in his arms.
“Yeah, you’ve cried my name so many times already, I think I know how you feel, thanks.” Inuyasha replies, smirking slightly.
You roll your eyes and sigh. “Why did I marry you? It had to have been only for your body.”
“Says the slutty drunk who attacks people,” he says and goes on speaking before you can retort. “You’re pretty.”
You try to tilt your head to look up at him, but you can’t because of the way he’s holding you tightly against his chest.
“And sexy, and a whole lot of other things, but most of all you’re mine.”
You suck in a breath when he lightly drags his claws down your back and over your hip.
“And if you can’t see that, then I’m not showing you enough.”
“Inuyasha…”
He flips you over and presses you down against the futon. He kisses you slowly and thoroughly and when he pulls away, you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back in. To your displeasure, he pecks you on the lips, tugs your arms from around his neck and holds them down by your wrists over your head. As an afterthought, he pulls his yukata sash off and starts tying around your wrists.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask, and try testing the strength of the knot by struggling. Pretty tight. “I didn’t say you could tie me up.”
“Shut up, slaves don’t talk.” He says and slides your yukata open.
Oh, role-play, it’s been so long. You realize, smiling coyly. “Ok, master.” You wiggle and roll your hips against him.
Inuyasha glances away from you shortly before looking back and dragging and digging his claws into your thigh. “I said slaves don’t talk.”
You wince at the feeling of his claws digging, but not deep enough to cut into your skin. He rubs your thigh and then slides his hand up your side to cup and knead your breast. He stops nibbling and sucking along your collar bone to sit up and shrug off his yukata.
He starts stroking himself lightly, and then moves in to tease his tip against your clit. You suppress a shudder and loop your bound arms around his neck to pull him closer when he leans in to kiss you.
It’s only then, when he’s pushing inside you, that the alarm in your head goes off and you remember a small problem.
“Inuyasha, wait, we can’t!” You press your bound hands against his chest to push him away.
“We can’t what?” He pauses and looks down at you, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“Have sex!”
“I’m already inside, I can’t stop now!”
“Yes, you can. Take it out! You don’t have a condom.”
“So?”
“And I don’t have any birth control.” You say, still pushing against him in a fail attempt to make him move. “I don’t think this is the right time-“
“Talk faster, and stop moving.” Inuyasha grunts. He takes your bound wrists and holds them back over your head.
“I don’t think this is a good time for me to get pregnant, since we don’t know what’s going to happen.” You reply quickly, and try to pull your hands out of his grip.
“We’re not going to be here forever, so don’t worry about it.” He says, sinking into you deeper with a low groan.
You gasp softly when he does. “Inuyasha, that’s not fair... You don’t tell me anything, but not to worry, and I don’t know what not to worry about and it worries me.”
“Stop it with the crazy talk.” Inuaysha grumbles.
A light tapping, followed by a few knocks interrupts the semi-silence. “Excuse-“
Inuyasha looks to the door and growls. “Go away!”
“Sorry, just a minute!” You call out quickly afterwards.
Inuyasha gives you a frustrated look before sighing and getting up.
You sit up and loosen and pull apart the knot binding your wrists together with your teeth. “I’ll get it.”
“Fine. Hurry up.” He pulls his yukata back over his shoulders and sits with his back to the door.
You stand up, straighten out your yukata, and then walk over to answer the door. Koharu, (or was it Kohaku?), now wearing a colorful rainbow bandana, stands outside the door, looking nervous. She’s holding a stack of stack of trays and dishes.
“Sorry to bother you, I w-was just coming to take the dishes.” She says.
“Oh, ok.” You retrieve the trays of dishes and come back to the door. After a second thought, you don’t hand the dishes over to her when she leans forward to take them. “You know what; it’s dangerous to carry so many dishes at once. I’ll help you take these down to the kitchen.”
“What?” Inuyasha immediately turns around to glare at you. “___-“
You swiftly shut the door behind you, and smile at Koharu/Kohaku. “Ok, let’s go.”
“I didn’t mean to trouble you. Are you sure it’s ok?” Rainbow Bandana Girl asks, looking worried. “You’re husband looked angry.”
“Oh, don’t worry. His face is always that way, even when sleeping. Right now, he’s actually very happy.” You say, briskly walking to the stairs.
O.o.O
Miroku strolls into his room with a big grin on his face. In spite of the earlier incident that day, his day is going pretty well. He had just visited Sango in her room, and it went beyond his expectations, since he was neither thrown out nor injured shortly upon entering. He decided to leave before he did or said something that set back their new unexpected development.
He flicks on the lights, shuts the door and doesn’t expect to be shoved against the wall by Inuyasha.
“Hey, buddy, I wanna talk to you.” Despite his friendly words, Inuyasha’s expression’s is so very far from friendly as he grips the collar of Miroku’s yukata tightly.
Miroku raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I did not touch her. I would never-“
“Are you saying she’s unattractive?!” Inuyasha growls, giving him another shove into the wall.
“No, she’s very attractive! If she wasn’t married to you, I would-“
“You bastard! Stay the hell away from her!”
“But I would never do anything, since I value our friendship much more than that.” Miroku says, trying to seem sincere as possible.
After a pause, Inuyasha’s grip eases on Miroku’s collar, before he lets go completely. “…Fine. Whatever.” He frowns, eyebrows still furrowed, and crosses his arms.
“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, bros before hos.” Miroku laughs and pats Inuyasha on the shoulder.
“…Are you calling my wife a ho?”
O.o.O
You peek out of kitchen, looking for signs of any possible danger. All clear. You step into the hall, and walk as stealthily as you can to the entrance of the changing rooms.
You know for a fact that Inuyasha is pissed off, and you thought over your decision after leaving the room. But if he wasn’t going to worry or care about what may happen or where you’ll be in a year, then you’d have to alone. Unlike him, worrying and caring are the only things you can do right now.
Besides, what goes around comes around, and revenge is sweet, however late it is. You smirk slightly, remembering the time when he flat-out rejected in that hotel in France.
He’ll calm down an in hour or two if you don’t show your face in front of him, which is why you’re creeping around now, and why you decided to help Rainbow Bandana Girl wash the dishes. Luckily, you’d left your toiletries in the changing room, so you wouldn’t have to go back to your room and face his wrath just yet.
You push aside the entrance curtains, walk inside and cry out in surprise when an arm reaches and grabs you.
“Calm down, it’s me.” Inuyasha says and wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you to his side.
“Oh, you scared me.” You reply lamely, and wring your hands together. ‘Oh shit,’ are the words that you don’t say, but feel instead.
“I’m sorry.” Inuyasha leans in, kisses your temple and smiles at you. “It’s nice weather today, let’s take a walk outside, ok?”
Instead of responding, you stare at him, mouth agape in something akin to shock. You were going to say something, but you forgot what it was, so you shut your mouth.
“Yeah? Ok, let’s go.” Inuyasha says with a smile on his face, and pulls you out of the changing room entrance with a hold that’s beginning to feel like a headlock.
O.o.O
And they never found the body... D=
Thanks for reading for so long! =D Hoped you enjoyed!
O.o.O
While I was not writing the actual chapter, I came up with this. This is meaningless, there are no spoilers, and whatever mentioned will never happen in future chapters.
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Scenes That Never Made It
As his laughter dies down, you smile pleasantly and lean forward over the table between you and him. “I’m pregnant.”
Inuyasha’s expression immediately sobers. “… Is it mine?”
“No, it’s your brother’s. We had sex all night before you got here.” You tap your chin in thought and shake your head. “No, that doesn’t make sense. The doctor said I’ve been pregnant for a month. Oh then, it must be Miroku’s.”
Inuyasha blinks and nods in agreement. “I kinda already had the idea, but I was never sure… Wait, you whore, how could you?!”
“What? Did you want to join?”
____
On his second can a beer, Inuyasha takes a drink of his. Still finishing your first, you take a small sip of yours. Miroku, still on his first can, too, takes a sip of his.
Sango looks to Miroku funnily. “What? You’re married?”
“No, no! Wait... It wasn’t legal.” He says and laughs.
You fan yourself lightly. For an afternoon in May, it’s pretty warm.
“..I’ve never had sex with your wife.” Miroku raises his beer to Inuyasha and takes a long sip.
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