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A Matter of Trust
By:
TuxedoUranus89/InitialA
Disclaimer: I own not
InuYasha nor its characters. I do have a few plushies and key chains though. =3
Author�s Note: Thank
you so much for the reviews everyone!! It really keeps me motivated, and I have
a bunch more ideas to keep this going for a while. I don�t know how long this
one will be, several more chapters at least. =3 Some reviewer response before
continuing�
Chikyu ~ Aww, I wasn�t yelling!! =( You�re just on the right
track! ;) Kind of. And I completely understand with the fitting things together
dilemma. I always think �should I make that small, insignificant detail into
some crazy plot-twist?� but I know I�ll just confuse myself� ^^;;
Akos ~ Thank you!! I�ll try to update more often, I�m just a
little busy getting back into the semester. =)
LadyCash ~ You have to understand I�m relying more on
Kagome�s hormones and InuYasha�s �foot in mouth� disease than I probably
should. (yay pregger ladies and people who don�t think before they speak?) Fear
not, our dear hanyou will be punished justly later on� in several fun, creative
ways. =D You�ll have to wait to find out. =)
CatLover260 ~ Mmmm, I�m not sure how much of a role Mama�s
going to play in this story. (I don�t really like writing her, since she
doesn�t have a clear characterization� other than she�s way too nice?) He�ll
start realizing things eventually, but I should stop revealing later details!!
;)

She didn�t want to; at least not
right away. She wanted to give him space, didn�t want to suddenly thrust him
into the world of a seven-month pregnant woman and the daily affairs of it. She
argued, but it fell on deaf ears. So, that�s why she was standing, two weeks
later, with her purse and a small bag of her things in the middle of the living
room as boxes filled with her life were piled into his spare bedroom. That much
she had argued with him until he agreed, complaining that she was making his
head hurt. She wished for the umpteenth time that day that she hadn�t taken the subjugation spell off of the prayer
beads, knowing she�d feel better if his face kissed the floor at least once. Kagome thanked the moving men when
they brought in the last box, filled with the pieces of the yet-to-be-built
baby crib, and closed the door after them with a sigh. She hadn�t even done any
of the moving, aside from being brought here in a small black car and taking a
ride up to the suite in the elevator, and she was ready for a nap.
InuYasha was at work, or that was
where she guessed he would be anyway. He�d given her a spare key to the place
the other day when he came to see how her packing was going. She felt the
smallest twinge of discomfort at being in his home alone, and did her best to
push it aside. She would feel better if she started settling in, and went to
unpack. Clothes went into the closet, which was big enough for her to lay down
in and her feet wouldn�t be sticking out the door, (she would have tried it,
but getting up again would have been another story entirely); the small number
of baby clothes she�d already bought went into the dresser, which was elegantly
carved out of cherry wood. Spare bedding also went into the dresser, in the
bottom drawer, which she simply dropped it in and decided to fold it neatly at
a much later date; preferably when she could see her feet again. She smiled to
herself as she busily made the queen-sized bed, the headboard and footboard
also made out of cherry to match the other furniture; maybe she�d just pout and
ask InuYasha to fold things in the lower drawers for her. She laughed to
herself at the mental image of him cursing under his breath, trying to make
things neat, but she supposed he might have learned at one point.
She was placing all of her make-up
and hair-care products on the vanity, also made of cherry, when she heard the
door open in the front hall. His footsteps were light and quick, as they�d
always been, and his head cautiously poked through the door. She smiled at him.
�How was your day?� She asked, setting her hair-dryer in a drawer. �Shitty. You
all moved in?� He asked, in the tone of �don�t ask any more questions�. She
nodded. �Almost. Some things I can�t set up myself, like the baby crib, or I�ll
get to later on, like folding the sheets in the lower drawers.� She stood
carefully, grabbing the top of the vanity for balance, and smiled brightly as
she walked past him out the door. �Are you hungry? I was thinking about making
dinner soon.�
She heard him mutter �keh� under
his breath as she made her way towards the kitchen. �Wench, I didn�t have you
move in to be my maid.� He called after her, following. �Making dinner is not a
maid�s work. It�s a chef�s.� She called back, looking through the pantries. �So
what do you want?� He leaned against the doorway, rolling his eyes. �Kagome,
don�t.� She turned, holding two cups of Ramen in her hand. �Why not?� She
asked, confused. �I can�t blame it on you not liking Ramen anymore, most of
this pantry is filled with it.� He grimaced; she was doing the
man�s-heart-through-his-stomach thing, and coupled with his favorite food to boot.
�I don�t want you to feel obligated to do anything.� She frowned, rummaging
through the cupboards this time. �Who said I felt obligated to cook for you? You
never complained before when I cooked before. You told me the other day to
settle in when I was ready. Well, I�m ready, and this is how I�m settling in.
Now shut up and go sit down at the table!�
He blinked, and did as he was told.
She was acting like Sango had, suddenly wanting to redecorate hers and the
monk�s small hut at about this time in all of her pregnancies, and cooking all
the time. Nesting instincts, the old
woman called it� He thought. He remembered the weary looks on Miroku�s face
when she�d finished ordering him to move things around to suit her needs that
day, and gulped. Please don�t let her get
like that, I like how this place
looks� His nose detected the heavenly scent of Ramen, and following it came
her, holding both steaming cups and some glasses of juice on a tray. Smiling,
she deposited one of the cups, a pair of chopsticks, and a glass in front of
him, and did the same for herself. Clapping her hands together with an exclamation
of, �Thank you for the food!� she dug in. He watched her, eating more slowly. �You
never liked Ramen that much before.� He observed, watching her slurp down the noodles
with amusement.
She glared at him over her glass.
Swallowing, Kagome retorted, �You remember this is your kid I�m carrying right?
I get cravings for Ramen a lot. Not so much on pickled radishes though,
thankfully; and I do get as many cravings for oden, so I suppose I shouldn�t be
too worried about eating habits.� He smiled into his dinner, and scooped up
another big bundle of noodles. Eventually, she set her cup down, and watched
him finish his meal, oblivious to her observation of him. He was neater with
eating now, she noticed, less likely to shove it in his mouth like someone
would take it from him. She also saw that his hair had a sleeker sheen to it,
signs of regular care, unlike the hanyou she knew, who might have gone a week
or two before she would finally dunk his head in the nearest spring and give it
a thorough washing. He�d lost some of the youthful curve to his face as well,
it was sharper, more refined, similar to his brother. She realized he was older
than Sesshou-maru had been when she�d met him, so perhaps it was time his
features were more adult-like, not like the teenager he�d appeared to be all
those years ago. �You look� good, InuYasha.� She said finally, startling him to
choking on his noodles. She smacked him on the back a few times as he coughed,
and turned red. �What�s that supposed to mean?� He asked gruffly, clearing his
throat.
�You just do. You look� older. You�ve
grown up.� She said, not sure how to put it any differently. He frowned. ��Course
I did. It�s been five hundred years, you thought I�d stay the same?� She rolled
her eyes, standing and gathering the empty cups and glasses, setting them back
on the tray. �You haven�t grown up that much.� She muttered, taking the tray back
into the kitchen. He swiftly cut in front of her and whisked the tray out of
her hands. �Go relax. Find a movie on the television or something. I have some
work to do.� She protested, following. �You just got home! I�ll find us a
dessert, we�ll watch something together.� InuYasha gently gripped her
shoulders, turned her around, and made her walk out into the living room. �It�s
not work-work. Rin is throwing a �surprise� party for my idiot brother�s one
thousandth birthday. I don�t know if he knows about it yet, I�ll be damned if
he doesn�t, but she�s making me do most of the legwork. It�s in a week, and she
insists I make calls to everyone who�s
attempting to put this thing together and double-check that everything�s
running smoothly��
Kagome blinked. �Somehow I don�t
see Sesshou-maru appreciating a surprise party�� He �keh�d. �He won�t,
especially since it�s more of a ball than a party, but he�s pussywhipped by
Rin. He�ll sit through it if she planned it for him. I won�t enjoy it either; I
hate big parties, but my dear sister-in-law insists
I be there�� She giggled. �She grew up a lot too.� InuYasha turned to go back
into the kitchen. �She did. She�s a lot like you, actually, doesn�t take no for
an answer, stubborn as all the hells, pouts to get her way�� His ears detected
the �whoosh� just in time to duck. �I do NOT pout to get my way!� Kagome
laughed, armed with another pillow from the couch. He turned and smirked. �Sure
you do. Why else do you think you�re not sleeping in my bed tonight?� She
turned a furious shade of red and whipped the other pillow at him, but her aim
was off, and it sailed into the wall with a light �fwump�. He could smell the
arousal on her, and the effort she was putting to hide it, and smirked again,
going to load the dishwasher and make those calls.
Several, frustrating hours later,
he raked his bangs back from his face, exhausted and praying that next time Rin
got it into her head to throw a party, she would hire a planner. He wandered
out of his home office, and saw the TV was still on. Kagome was curled up on
the couch, sound asleep. He couldn�t suppress a smile, and moved a lock of hair
from her face. He gently lifted her into his arms; she tucked her head
instinctively under his chin. The remote had slipped to the floor; he pressed
the power button with a toe and cut off the poorly dubbed voice of Jack
Nicholson. I hated that movie� He
thought vaguely, carrying his mate into her room. He pulled back the covers and
lay her down carefully; InuYasha rested his hand briefly against her swollen
stomach, feeling the feeble kicks against his palm. �Oi, pup, don�t wake your
mother.� He said softly. �She needs her rest; you probably could too.� He tucked
her in, brushing her bangs back carefully. He hesitated, then softly kissed her
forehead. Not wanting to leave, yet wanting to respect her desire to take
things slowly, he grudgingly backed out the door, took one last look at her
sleeping form, and closed the door quietly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Morning. He knew it was morning, he
knew he should get up for work, but his body was doing that �twelve more hours
please� thing. His ears detected the shower running, and he opened his eyes in
confusion. Who would be in my shower at�
His eyes flicked over to the luminous digital clock on the bed stand. 5:28 in the morning?! He sat up, much to
his body�s discontent, and cautiously made his way out of bed. He reached for
the handle of the bathroom door when the shower turned off. A pleased female
sigh reached his ears as he heard the water in the bathtub slosh. He almost
beat his head against the door as he remembered; Kagome was living with him
now. Of course she�d be showering in his bathroom. There wasn�t another in the
apartment that had a shower. He knocked on the door. �Alright in there?� He
asked tiredly. �I�m fine! I�ll be done in a bit!� She called back, much too
cheery and awake for this hour of the morning. I will never understand women. He decided, and fell back into his
bed, covering himself up and hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep.
Ten minutes later, he was dozing
when the door opened. Kagome smiled at how he was sprawled out on the bed,
clutching his pillow. She sat on the edge and touched his shoulder. He snapped
awake at her touch, and relaxed only when she giggled at him. �Morning
sleepyhead!� He groaned and buried his face in the pillow. �Damn you, wench�
why are you so fucking cheerful in the morning�� She patted his shoulder. �I�ve
been awake since four-thirty, and I�m all fresh and clean, that�s why.� He
groaned again. �Woman, you sleep at
four-thirty in the morning�� She looked at him oddly. �You never used to sleep
so much.� He propped himself up on his elbow, and looked at her tiredly. Kagome
fought down a blush, and the lust that awoke in her, when she saw that he slept
shirtless. �I also didn�t work a ten-to-twelve-hour day, with more work at
home, and have to deal with a bunch of blithering idiots� well, not as many as
I do now.� He added with a wicked grin. She pulled the pillow from under his
elbow and whapped him with it. �You�re such a jerk.� She told him. �I�m going
to get dressed, and then make breakfast; any requests? I�ve perfected my omelet
recipe.� He groaned as he got out of bed, and looked at her. She paled and
swallowed hard, and she knew he would smell the desire on her: he slept not
only topless, but also without pants or boxers either. He smirked, but it was a
feeble one: he was busily keeping his own arousal under control at the sight of
her wrapped in a large towel. �Whatever you�re making is fine with me.�
Kagome nodded once, and clutching
the towel to her breast, she fled.

((Don�t tell me you thought that in the concealment spell InuYasha�s
senses were dulled. =3 And I have no idea what the Jack Nicholson movie would
have been, but he was the second person I thought of; didn�t think it would be
right to put Heath in. =( So whatever your least favorite Jack movie was, that�s
what was on the TV. XD And I know, I know, I know, I�m going to get a lot of
reviews like �WHY DON�T THEY JUST JUMP EACH OTHER ALREADY?! THEY STILL WANT
EACH OTHER!!!� Patience, my dear readers, patience. It wouldn�t be as much fun
if I didn�t leave you all confused! There is a point to all this torment they�re
accidentally putting each other through, all will be explained� but not for a
while. =D Please leave a review, I hope to get the next chapter out sometime
this weekend!!!))
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