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The Bane of My Existance	By : ShaeyaSedjet Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 3582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note from Sedjet: Hiya, kids! Long time no read, I know. I’m
a busy girl. I’m getting them done as quickly as possible. I
promise. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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– Yeah…Caleb just kind of happened. The really sad thing
is that that kind of thing happens to young women all the time and no
one tries to stop it. I thought it added a bit of depth to the
character. Ah, the brother’s best friend syndrome! sigh My
brothers were too old for me to have that kind of relationship with
any of their friends. There was one guy though…le sigh

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give them a break:-D

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The
Bane of My Existance

Chapter
Three:

Not…such…an…ass

Over
the weeks, things between Inuyasha and I began to change. Neither of
us would admit it, but there was more there than just a blossoming
friendship. Once you get into a pattern of living, it’s hard to
break out of it. Nevertheless, I was beginning to have…feelings
for Inuyasha. I wrote it off as some kind of silly school-girl crush
and tried to ignore it. Do you know how hard it is ignore a
crush when the guy is standing over you and you are encompassed by
his scent and his warmth? At times, I would look up and catch him
staring at me. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what it meant. I just
tried to pretend it wasn’t there. Now that he had revealed his
secret, there was no way I could see him in the same light. I knew
now that he was a deeper person than I had previously thought. And
now, I could sense his attitude toward me had changed completely. It
made things...awkward.

Over
time, we were developed a daily routine: Inuyasha would come to the
workshop and help with the Carmen. We would work in silence, unless I
was trying to explain something to him. He caught on pretty quickly.
I shouldn’t have been so surprised. He was salutatorian of his
highschool class. Afterward, we would take turns showering and I
would fix dinner, usually ramen, because that is his favorite food.
The man has to have his heavenly noodles at least once a day, or his
world crumbles. We would eat in companionable silence and watch prime
time television. I don’t know why. It’s not like it was
ground breaking entertainment. Just mindless brain candy, which was
nice after a hard day of manual labor.

It
happened one afternoon. We were cleaning up the shop and laughing at
the stupidity of Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie (it was a guilty
pleasure of ours to watch their wretched TV show). He was laughing as
he recounted how Hilton and Richie had been trying to feed a poor
farmer’s pig when the Richie girl dropped her Channel scarf in
the mud and the pig began to eat it. She had tugged and tugged and
even persuaded Hilton to help her, but it was no use. Both society
whores had ended up face first in the mud, sputtering and squealing
worse than the poor pig they had frightened half to death. It was a
particularly funny moment in the show, but it wasn’t his
re-telling of it that had my rapt attention. It was the way in
which he told it. I had no idea how charismatic he could be, and I
was in awe of him.

I
guess I had never really looked at him before. I mean really
looked at him. He had great features, almost feminine. His
long, thick black hair reached to his waist. I would find myself
wondering how in the world he kept it looking so healthy and without
split ends! These were not the things Kagome Higurashi was used to
thinking about—especially not about Inuyasha Sato! It wasn’t
just his graceful features—his perfect nose, his sensuous
mouth, his strong chin—it was his eyes! Those captivating
amethyst eyes were capable of expressing a wide rang of emotions.
Now, they crinkled with laughter, sparkling with a brilliance that
took my breath away. It wasn’t fair that he should have eyes
like that!

He
looked up at me and grinned his lopsided grin that was quickly
becoming a weakness for me.. “You’ve got grease on the
tip of your nose.” And then he reached up to wipe it away. My
breath caught somewhere between my throat and my lungs. He had never
touched me before unless it was to punch me in the arm or give me
unwanted noogies. I blinked up at him, wide-eyed. His fingers
lingered a little too long on my face and there was a moment of
awkward awareness. He leaned in and I pulled back a little, but he
was not to be deterred. His hand came up to cup my face. His eyes
told me that it was ok. He wouldn’t hurt me. A kiss wasn’t
going to kill me. Humor. At a time like this, he could laugh at me! I
was scared to death. I shouldn’t have been. I was going to be a
senior in college for crissakes!

While
I was mentally berating myself, he murmured to me, “Relax…”
His voice was a soft caress. It made me shiver—still makes me
shiver when I think about the timbre of his voice in that moment. “I
won’t hurt you…”

Oh,
but you will! I couldn’t help but think to myself.

And
then our lips made contact, and I thought I would die. The soft
pressure of his lips on mine was sweet torture. I felt his lips part
and his velvety tongue stroked at my bottom lip for entrance. I
complied, parting my lips for him. I could feel him smile against my
lips and all I could think was, You arrogant bastard…But
that was before I stopped thinking all together. His hands slid over
my shoulders, left bare from the midriff tank top I had opted to wear
under my overalls that day. His gentle hands brushed over my
shoulders and down my arms, leaving chill bumps in their wake. I
shivered and he pulled me closer to him.

His
kiss wasn’t sloppy. It was pleasant, and I felt a heat rising
in me that was unfamiliar. That heat gave me courage, and I began to
kiss him back with fervor. My hands came up, my fingers sifting
through his hair at the base of his scalp and tugging ever-so-gently.
My teeth grazed his bottom lip, and he sucked in a breath. I smiled a
triumphant smile. He hadn’t expected that, not from me. He was
not displeased by it. In fact, he seemed to take it as encouragement
and deepened the kiss, a small sound escaping his throat. Finally, we
were too out of breath to continue the kiss, and we reluctantly broke
away from each other.

We
were gazing at each other in wonder, I knew, because I could feel it
in myself and I could see my emotions reflected in his eyes. He
smiled a crooked half-smile and swiped his thumb across my
kiss-swollen lips. “See, I told you it wouldn’t hurt,”
he softly murmured.

Where
had this man come from? This was not the Inuyasha I had grown up
with!

“Who
are you, and what have you done with Inuyasha Sato?” I asked
breathlessly, causing him to laugh out loud. What a beautiful sound
it was! It was a clear, ringing sound of pure joy, and I was the
cause. I felt light. I felt like I would float away if he were not
holding me, grounding me to Earth.

“I’m
the same Inuyasha Sato you have known all your life, Kagome. I have
not changed so very much.”

“But
you have! The Inuyasha I know made me eat mudpies and set my hair on
fire!” I accused.

He
hugged me tightly, “I was a little boy, Kagome! That’s
what we do! Haven’t you realized by now that young boys are
stupid? They don’t know how to show their feelings. They
torture a girl they like rather than just telling her they like her!”

“But…”

“I
refuse to let you analyze this, Kagome. It doesn’t matter who
you thought I was. What matters is that I am here now, and I am
real.” He brushed a lock of hair from my face. “And you
are, too,” he said with no small amount of wonder. “Who
knew…?” He smiled, dropping a kiss on the top of my
head. “Gods, Kagome…I—“

:”Kagome!
How dare you!” Over Inuyasha’s shoulder, I saw
Miroku throwing a fit in mock anger. “You have stolen my best
friend away from me!” He cried dramatically, covering his eyes
with the back of his hand, the other outstretched behind him as he
whirled away in a fit of melodramatic flair. We could hear him break
into peels of giddy laughter as he retreated toward the house.

I
groaned, leaning my head against Inuyasha’s chest, “He’s
never going to let me live this down…” I wailed.

“Oh,
I doubt that. He saw this coming long before either of us did. He’s
been bothering me about it for years.”

I
just looked up at him, stunned speechless. I could feel my eyes go
impossibly wide. How in the hell did he always do that to me? The
speechless thing! When I finally recovered the power of speech, I
protested. “He never said anything to me!”

Inuyasha
looked at me frankly, “How do you think you would have reacted
if he had told you at sixteen that he thought you should date me?”

I
thought about. At sixteen my relationship with Caleb had just ended
and I became rebellious, mouthy and subversive. I was as angsty as a
kid could get. I had been robbed of my innocence by a boy who had no
respect for women whatsoever. I was a raging femi-nazi and would
preach my beliefs loudly to anyone within earshot. I was wounded and
wanted the world to know it.

I
nodded sagely, “Point taken. But why now? I thought you and
that Kikyou chick were hitting it off.”

Inuyasha
made a disgusted sound. “I'd rather not talk about her right
now.”

Now,
I was interested. “What happened?”

“What
did I just say?”

“You
can't be all dramatic and then not explain.”

He
sighed, “It's hard to want to continue a relationship with
someone when you come home and she is fucking some other guy in your
shower.”

I
nodded, “Wow.”

“Yeah.
I had gone down the street to get stuff to make for dinner. I came
back and there was some other dude in my shower with my girl.”

“Did
you beat the shit out of him?”

Inuyasha
shook his head, “No, I got out one of dad's antique swords and
charged into the shower. The guy pissed himself”

I
laughed so hard I thought I'd pulled something. “Oh, it
hurts!” I was still laughing with my hand clamped over my
ribs.

Inuyasha
turned his nose up in feigned indignation. “That's what you
get for laughing at my misfortune.”

“Hey!
I'm glad she was a stupid whore. If she weren't we wouldn't be here
right now and you wouldn't have realized what an awesome, beautiful,
wonderful and humble girl I am!”

He
gave me a sideways glance, “Isn't that what you Psychology
people call narcissism?”

I
nodded, “Yup.”

He
grinned, shaking his head. “You're so weird.”

“Uh.
You've known me since I was a fetus and that surprises you how?”

He
rolled his eyes, bending to pick his discarded over-shirt off the
shop floor. “I suppose it shouldn't. With a brother like
yours, you really didn't have much chance for normalcy.”

I
giggled, shaking my head, “No doubt! But you wouldn't want me
any other way.”

He
straightened, looking me dead in the eye. “I would want you
any way I could get you.”

In
that one look, I could the promise of things to come. Dark, secret,
yummy things that made me blush to think about. I cleared my throat,
trying to hide my discomfort. “Oh. Well, then.” I
turned and made a beeline for the house, not knowing how to continue
the conversation from there. I could hear Inuyasha chuckle as he
jogged after me. The punk! He always knew exactly what to say to
get me flustered. But if I would have stopped to think about it for
a moment, I would have realized that one quality was exactly what I
liked about him.

TBC…

Ooooo!
I like this chapter! Go me! (Revised 6-9-07)
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