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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.

Chapter List
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Note: I know I’ve been bad, fam. But I had a ton of stuff to do. When you get so busy, there comes a point when writing stories about children’s cartoon characters boinking just isn’t a priority anymore. In the time we’ve spent apart, I have:
Sold my mom’s house
Moved her into my grandma’s house
Set them both up with new medicine/medical devices/schedules
Changed my major to Biology with a focus in pre-med (DOCTOR SCHOOL, YOU GUYS)
Possibly ruined my back for, like, ever
Got a boyfriend
Got ghosted by said boyfriend
Mourned the failed relationship and accepted the fact that he was the hottest guy to ever speak to me
Got asked out by 5 of my friends in one day
Turned them all down and (hopefully temporarily) ruined those friendships
Brainstormed a ton of stuff that will be coming soon to a computer screen near you
…And more.
Happy reading!
22: No Dream Was Bliss from the Start
“I shouldn’t have to go back to school yet! We haven’t even had Mom’s funeral!”
Kagome sighed and buckled her seatbelt, her head already throbbing. “You’ve already been out a week, Sota. We can’t bury mom until the toxicology report comes back. Don’t you want to see your friends?”
That seemed to convince him, and he finally got in the car. “I’d rather be with them than you,” he muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
Sighing again, she began the long drive to Sota’s school. Inuyasha had wanted to have him transferred to a school somewhere closer, but there just wasn’t anything closer. Toga owned so much property and defended it from outsiders so well that there was literally nothing but forests and one long road for about an hour. Izayoi had suggested getting another tutor to teach Sota so they’d have their lessons at home together, but Kagome put her foot down and promised to drive him. She didn’t want Sota to miss out on experiences like she was doing. He needed friends more than ever right now. Her eyes misted a little as she thought of her own friends. She hadn’t seen them since her wedding and phone calls had become sporadic, shorter every time. It seemed impossible to prevent them from drifting away.
“Do you want some music?” she asked tentatively about twenty minutes into the journey.
“If it’ll shut you up.”
She slammed on the brakes. “That is enough!” she snapped, glaring at him. “I know you don’t like me right now, but I am doing all I can to make up for what I did. At least be polite.”
“Don’t like you? I hate you!” Sota’s voice this time was filled with more pain than anger and it made Kagome’s heart break. “Y-you just left me all a-alone with her, Kagome. She got mean and I tried to find you but I didn’t know where you were or what happened to you. I—”
Knowing he was on the verge of crying, Kagome unbuckled her seatbelt and enveloped him in a hug. Sota cried into her shoulder and she wondered if someday Hajime would say such things to her, would act in such a way.
“I’m sorry, Sota,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry. If I could have, I would have taken you with me. But once Mama found out about Inuyasha and I, she wouldn’t let us back home, not even to get our stuff.”
“She burned it. She burned it all.”
For a minute, her heart ached and she hated her mother, thinking of all the little mementos she had left of her father and grandfather that were stored in various places around her room. Those were things beyond monetary value, things her father-in-law could not replace no matter how much money he threw around. But then she put herself in her mother’s place. An unwanted pregnancy, a husband dead too soon, forced to care for a senile father-in-law, no time for friends or a life of her own, never enough money, and then finally an attractive man comes along and makes her feel like a woman again, gives her hope again. All that was snatched away by a girl she had shielded from the worst of the world, a girl who still had a future and possibilities lined up for her if she would only take them.
And now her mother was dead. There was no hope for the dead.
“We can have a new life now,” was all she said in response.
He pulled away. “What you did was wrong. It hurt her. Changed her.”
“I know it wasn’t the best time for Inuyasha and I to start something, but look at what came out of it! I have a beautiful baby, Inuyasha has a good job, and we love each other. Look,” she said, pulling down the collar of her shirt to show him the mark that was more important than her ring. “We’re really committed, Sota, and we knew it was going to be a forever thing from the start. Do you understand?”
“So you didn’t come on to him because you found out he was rich?” he asked skeptically.
She snorted. “When Inuyasha and I were kicked out, we lived in the worst apartment I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t even an apartment, more like a closet with a toilet in it. But I was happy because we were together. It wasn’t until months later that I even knew he had a family, let alone a wealthy one.”
He paused, seeming to think it over. Finally, he looked at her. “We have to get to school or I’m gonna be late.”
Smiling, she started driving again, speeding on the private road to make up for the time they’d lost. “Are we friends again?”
“We would be if you didn’t drive like a crackhead.”
Kagome laughed and turned on the radio, cranking up the volume of a Top 40 station she knew he hated. Life was good again.
O/o/O
Kagome picked up breakfast at a fast food establishment and ate it on the way home, greedily consuming far more food than she needed. Having home-cooked food for every meal was nice and all, but a part of her missed the disgustingly greasy Wacdnalds she’d grown up with. She knew Inuyasha would smell it the next time he was in the car and get mad at her for not taking him, but she saw her chance and she took it. Tearing off a fraction of paper as she bit into a hash brown, her phone began to ring. Glancing at it, she saw the number was restricted, so obviously no one she spoke to regularly. She considered just letting it go to voicemail, but she always got kind of bored whilst driving and picked it up.
“Hello?” she said thickly through the food in her mouth.
“Kagome…” The voice sounded distorted and male, like it had been altered through a machine. “Are you enjoying your breakfast?”
“Inuyasha?” she asked incredulously, wondering what the hell was going on. Her pulse began to pick up.
“You’re not that lucky, little girl. Are you fond of your brother?”
“Who is this?”
“If you want Sota back alive, you must go to your husband’s office. He has a safe there. Bring all the money you find inside to the building across the street from Sota’s school by noon. I’ll know if you contact anyone, and then Sota won’t be the only one who suffers.”
Before she could respond, they hung up.
Kagome stared at the screen of her phone, mind rushing and heart pounding. Only when she remembered that one needed to look at the road when driving did she really shift into high gear. What should she do? Call Toga? Call Inuyasha? Call the police? Whoever had taken Sota couldn’t possibly know if she’d contact anyone. That was just a bluff.
But what if it wasn’t?
They’d threatened to do something to someone else if she didn’t follow their exact orders. What if they killed Sota and took Hajime next? The thought had her nearly in tears and she made an abrupt U-turn back to Wacdnalds, where she ordered Inuyasha’s favorite foods, which amounted to basically one of everything. From there, she made a quick stop at a drug store, where she bought a pill crusher and some Benadryl. Thankfully, Inuyasha liked to drown his food in ketchup, so the presence of the little pink pills was easier to disguise. Twenty minutes after the phone call, she arrived at his office, composed and smiling and breaking inside.
“Hello, my love,” she chirped as she pushed open the doors of his office. Wincing at the false cheerfulness, she tried to act natural.
Her husband appeared to be in the middle of a phone call with somebody who didn’t sound too pleased. Though he was ignoring whoever was on the other line, he hadn’t paid too much attention to her either, and for once she blessed it. Beaming once he saw the bag of food in her hand, he hung up the phone without a word and held his arms open for her. Wanting to cry, she ran to his embrace, hiding her cracking composure in his chest.
“You’ve never brought me lunch before,” he murmured, kissing her over her hair.
“Is it okay?” she asked timidly. She knew he liked his space.
“Better than okay! I would love to have you here every day like this. It would give me something to look forward to.”
One side of her mouth quirked up. “I didn’t think you hated your job that much.” Everywhere she looked in the room, she imagined him and his former secretary going at it with a kind of wildness he’d never shown her, able to let loose in this place where his role was so different. She’d thought she was getting over it, but maybe it was one of those things that couldn’t be gotten over.
Inuyasha momentarily stopped rifling through the bags. His eyes looked right through her and she felt he could see everything she was trying to keep hidden. Leaning back in his chair, he pat his knee and gave her an almost timid smile. Without her mind registering it, her feet began to move and then she was sitting on his lap, crying out her stress and ruining his lovely silk tie. Her husband said nothing, just held her with his strong arms, being her support. When she was done, he held up a tissue that he pulled from a drawer in his desk that she glimpsed also held lotion. Deciding not to comment on that, she gratefully accepted it and wiped her tears.
“You wanna eat with me on the couch?”
She shook her head. “It’s all for you. I already ate.” Neither of them moved, too comfortable to do so. “Let me feed you,” she suggested, thinking that would get things over with faster.
He nodded and she picked up the food drowned in ketchup, feeding him bites here and there, careful not to get her fingers bitten. If there was one thing Inuyasha was good at, it was eating, though he was always a bit overzealous. After a while, he took over, able to cram food in his face faster than she was. Kagome stayed in his lap, enjoying being close to him for the first time in what felt like forever. In a few short minutes, he had finished his meal (several meals, really) and just sat back contentedly, idly playing with her hair. Snuggling against him, her eyes searched the room for the safe, finally seeing it under his desk after she accidentally kicked it. Just touching it filled her with impatience and dread. Her husband was languid but did not yet seem drowsy. Thoughts of what could be happening to Sota nauseated her. She had to save him.
Shifting until she was straddling him, Kagome leaned up and ran her tongue along his ear. “You said you’d love to have me here every day, Inuyasha. Did you mean that?”
His eyes darkened from sunshine to deep gold and a growl escaped him from deep in his chest. “Fuck yes.” Before she knew it, his mouth was on her neck, sucking the mark he’d given her.
Though she’d refused him sex since they’d returned from their honeymoon, that didn’t mean she was unaffected by the side-effect of their mating. It was quite the opposite. On the worst day, she had masturbated five times and still wanted more, even though she had taken time with herself and made sure she came more than once in each session. It just wasn’t enough. It never was enough without Inuyasha. But she was stubborn, and she’d rather fuck herself by herself until it hurt than stop punishing him for hurting her. Even if it drove her crazy sometimes. Even if she now had a collection of sex toys. Even if she’d entertained thoughts of tying him to the bed and not letting him go until she was satisfied. But there were more important things now than pride, she told herself as she pushed her panties to the side and brought her husband’s hand to her already dripping pussy. Her lower lips twitched uncontrollably at the contact, grasping at his fingers, eager to become reacquainted.
Inuyasha moaned her name and fisted her hair, dragging her mouth to his and kissing her stupid. The touch was electric and Kagome growled without realizing it, copying Inuyasha. His fingers continued to distractedly tease her, making the outside of her pussy as slippery as the inside. She didn’t care if he wasn’t at his most skilled. There had been times he’d teased her to the point of torture, making her so angry once she’d rolled him over and rode his face without his consent. It was among the most spectacular orgasms of her life. Kagome knew he could have easily pushed her aside if he had a problem with it, but the illusion of control had made her feel so sexy, so powerful. Just remembering it had her cumming, a small orgasm she ignored. She was too excited, she knew, feeling her juices dripping down her thighs. Glad she wore a skirt, she lifted it up, putting it in her mouth and biting down to hold it.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he breathed, clawing her panties apart and taking in the sight of her cunt with hungry eyes. “I wanna watch my cock split your pussy wide open.”
Moaning in agreement, she let him grab her ass, massaging the flesh in his big hands. Working together, they brought her down on his erection, going slowly and easing it in. The feeling was complete bliss, even though he didn’t vibrate. They moved in sync with one another, his eyes locked on where they were joined and hers on his face. Kagome tried to go slow, tried to savor the moment, but it was no use. Thighs trembling, she collapsed on his lap and began to grind against him, bringing her hands up to tease her breasts. Deprived of the view he’d been enjoying, Inuyasha kept his eyes on the rest of her, biting his lip and watching her fuck herself on his cock.
Without a warning, he sank his teeth into her neck in the exact same spot he’d marked her, and that set her off. He screamed into her flesh and he burst inside her, and she nearly punctured the material of his shirt with her nails. Her husband moaned into her flesh as she continued to pulse around him, both of them clinging together in a beautiful kind of orgasmic agony. Gradually, they relaxed, Inuyasha leaning back in his chair and she following on his chest, head against his heart. It wasn’t until she heard the first almost silent snore that she realized he had fallen asleep, probably right after his release.
Kagome indulged herself and cuddled close to him, trying not to cry. Though their encounter had been brief and more lustful than loving, it was the first bit of intimacy they had shared in so long, and so she wanted to savor the moment, savor the feel of him. After a few minutes had passed, she gently got off his lap, trying to stay silent. Grabbing the Kleenex from his drawer, she wiped away the evidence of their quickie, dropping it in the bin.
Slinking down to the floor as quietly as she could, she stared at the safe. It was an electronic one and bolted to the floor. She knew she’d only have maybe one try to get the code right before an alarm sounded. The thought suddenly occurred to her that the safe might not even be Inuyasha’s. His brother had used the office before him and he still hadn’t cleaned everything out yet. It was as though he hated him so much he’d rather ignore the reminders of him than pay attention to them long enough to be rid of them. If that were the case, the code might not even be something Inuyasha had set up. How would she be able to help Sota if she couldn’t do what they asked? Would she be better off telling Inuyasha or Toga? Taking a deep breath, she decided to just dive in and take a chance. She needed to be strong for once.
Hands shaking, she punched in the date of their wedding.
Wrong.
Feeling a cold drop of sweat make its way down her spine, she waited for some sort of sign that something was wrong, that officials would be arriving to see who had been trying to tamper with the safe. When ten minutes went by without anything, she tried again, this time with the date of her husband’s birth.
Wrong.
Choking back a cry of despair, she searched her mind for anything else she could think of. It might not even be an important date but just a series of numbers he had randomly memorized or a symbol. But she couldn’t think of anything! Quickly, before she could stop herself, she punched in Hajime’s birthday.
The green light blinked and she opened the safe door, amazed that she had actually guessed it after all. Stopping a second to marvel that something so important was protected by the birthdate of their firstborn, she quickly gathered the cash into her purse. It wasn’t packed to the brim like she had expected, but there was still more than she could count, small stacks of hundreds wrapped together with rubber bands. Why did he even have all this, anyway? What purpose did it serve? Pushing away the questions, she closed the safe door and stood up, giving Inuyasha an impulsive kiss on the lips before she left.
“I promise I’ll tell you everything as soon as I get Sota back,” she whispered, wanting nothing more than to shake him awake and have him hold her again as she cried.
The drop-off location the kidnapper had chosen was only about fifteen minutes away from Inuyasha’s office. The kids had just finished after-lunch recess and were all in class, making the area mostly deserted, apart from a couple individuals driving by on their way to somewhere more interesting. The building across the street from the elementary school had been an accountant’s office when Kagome had attended there, but had since been vacant. Parking the car, she grabbed her purse and just stared at the building for a moment, trying to calm the rampant beating of her heart.
“Excuse me?”
Kagome whipped around to see someone with their car window down halfway addressing her from the street. Torn between wanting to ignore them and wanting to rush into the building, she eventually hesitantly stepped a little in their direction. Once she was just a couple feet away from the car, the woman inside pulled out a map, her prominent sunglasses making it hard to see her expression as she rolled the window down all the way.
“Can you tell me where Foothill Avenue is?”
Rolling her eyes, Kagome approached the car and grabbed part of the map.
“It’s right here, see? Just after—”
Four hands tugged her inside the window, beating her when she tried to kick and lash out, her purse falling to the tarred street in her struggles. Kagome screamed and screamed, panic completely overtaking her, thrashing even as inhuman strength flung her into the backseat where her head hit the window. Dazed, the last thing she saw was Sota standing by the fence, safe inside the school, expression equal parts bitter and troubled as he calmly watched the car take her away.
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