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Hidden Hanyou	By : SheShar Category: InuYasha AU/AR > General Views: 7992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hidden Room, Shrine House- 1946
Through the slits his eyes had become, he could see her sitting cross-legged a little stiffly in the small space. She had allowed her shoulder and the side of her head to lean against the wall, her breathing even, and Inuyasha wondered if she were asleep. If he hadn't been in so much pain he would have been able to recognize the variance in heartbeat, but it was enough to know that she was here, watching over him.
He closed his eyes and thought of the night’s events.
Fuck.
He didn't want to think about that. About the chase and all the running, holding onto Sango and the passport she needed to escape and how close to getting an arrow to the eye she had been. He had never felt as powerless as he had this night. It was as though everywhere he turned he faced a pointed bow.
And. It. Fucking. Hurt.
The pain in chest had subsided to an aching throb, but he had quickly discovered that the Purification attempt had rendered his left arm for the most part useless.
And whatever was going on with his leg-that was a whole ‘nuther damned story. He had a hunch that he didn’t have to see the mess his leg had become to know that he wouldn’t be running laps anytime soon.
He was hanyou, but this would take a while to heal-if it ever did. Purification was something he had never in the least experienced before.
He sighed a little, groaning at the increasing pressure. Breathing hurt. Lying absolutely-fucking-still hurt. At least Sango and Miroku had left unscathed. He vaguely remembered them coming in, Sango trying not to cry, Miroku avoiding his gaze as he told Inuyasha that he would watch over and protect his sister with his life. Inuyasha inwardly smiled. He loved his sister more than anything.
His mom was gone. His dad dead years ago. Well, he still had a prick of a half-brother, and said prick’s saintly fiancé, Rin. Inuyasha wondered if he and his brother would get a long a little better if he ever made it back. Though Sesshomaru had given him all he had ever needed, took him in when his mother fell apart at the death of her mate, taught him the ways and meaning of their father's legacy, and not to mention how he treated Sango even better than himself, the bastard was still a cold prick.
So, eh, probably not.
He had Kagome.
Kagome.
The girl in her silent vigil; staying at his request. He hadn't seen her since he was nineteen, almost twenty. Inuyasha vaguely remembered making it to her door, the hazy vision of her hovering above him, her hand near his mouth, not shirking back at the contact of his fang, and causing him to see clearly for the first time since he had been injured.
She looked confident as she had directed Sango, smiling at him, putting him at ease. He was amazed at her transformation; she was no longer the green girl, blushing at his stares, parting her lips in anticipation...
He couldn't see her face clearly. His vision remained foggy from wave after wave of nausea and the near darkness of the room, but he could appreciate the outline of her body, the curve of her hip that definitely had not been there previously, the bulge of her blouse with the two middle buttons precariously close to giving way under the strain of her chest.
She smelled a little differently too.
Before, she had always smelled of freshly laundered clothes and the hot steam of an iron. That hadn't changed. But now there was another scent, nearly indefinable, and almost certainly unnamable, but it was the scent of the woman she had become.
Kagome shifted her weight and Inuyasha focused his eyes. She was examining him, head still inclined against the wooden slats of the hidden room. He swore her eyes grew brighter.
He was pleased she was near and like a trusting child, he was confident she would protect him. He relaxed his lids, satisfied, and ready to sleep off some of the pain.
Drifting off, he thought about her and about the day he met her, the teases and the fights. About that afternoon in his sweltering kitchen. He wondered now if it was so hot because of the heater, or due to the fire that she kindled with her very presence.
The memories swirled and he answered his own question.
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5 years ago-Inuyasha’s House
He heard her coming- well to be honest, he just knew that someone was approaching. His hanyou hearing and sense of smell were weak to say the least. Inuyasha definitely favored his human side, much to the disdain and, although he didn't know it at the time, amusement of his father and brother.
He thought it was his mom and Sango back early from the store, so he walked to the door, passing a window facing the winding path to his family’s home. He glanced casually out and then doubled back.
Kagome.
His sister’s best friend.
She had been a constant companion to Sango during the first two weeks of his visit, and though he grumbled to his sister, he was informed that she and this Kagome were a package deal.
Aww, admit, you jack-ass. You like when she's around. She's so pretty. Hn.
He acknowledged this to himself the day he met her, but never to his sister, and he would rip off an ear before he would have ever said so to Kagome.
To be frank, though she made him pause with her quiet beauty, she reeled him in with her personality. She had a gem of a blended temperament and it was refreshing to meet a girl who didn’t just agree with his every opinion. Kagome confused him often, headstrong and feisty one moment then shy and introverted another.
He was bowled over at some of the sillier things that came out of her mouth and she had to be one of the most genuine people he had come across.
Intrigued, yet wary to make this interest known, Inuyasha recognized that she was also a good three years younger than him, barely in high school, and from what Sango had mentioned, pretty inexperienced with men.
He watched her taking the steps two at a time, gaining momentum when she nearly slipped back, arms cartwheeling at the sudden loss of balance. Inuyasha leaned forward, ready to burst through the window, but exhaled with relief when she righted herself.
Damn she was so pretty.
Her hair was a tangled mess, whipping around her in the wind, the high cheek bones highlighting her eyes, a little more rounded then nearly any other girl he had encountered in Japan. He wondered if she didn't have some mixed blood in her, perhaps an ancestor from Europe.
As she neared, his thought returned to their argument the day before last.
All that day he had been making sly little comments to goad her, but for the most part, she shrugged them off. It was only when he looked up from his position at his sister’s desk and saw her reading Tolstoy that he knew he could mess with her in the one way that was sure to get a reaction.
He accused her of trying to look smarter than she was.
To be fair, he didn't really believe she was a faux-intellectual, in fact, he found her to be nearly as well read as he was, but damn it, she had been ignoring him for the better part of two hours. He had even volunteered to help Sango with her math if it meant he got to be in the same room as her.
She just lay there on her friend's bed, long legs hidden by opaque tights and a skirt that fell a little above the backs of her knees. Her hair was pulled into a high pony tail and as she turned the pages, he could see her flip back often, as if reminding herself of something she wasn't quite sure of.
He wanted to grab that book out of her hands and flip her over on the bed and...
Jeez, get those thoughts outta your mind! He turned his attention back to his sister, but all the while tried to catch a drift of Kagome's scent. If he'd been a full demon he'd be able to hear her heart beat from this distance. He'd be able to taste her emotions and smell every single article of clothing, of every secretion- He mentally slapped himself. He barely knew the girl.
Girl.
Practically right out of middle school.
He had a string of girlfriends in the States and wasn't ignorant of the response he could elicit from women. He was handsome, intelligent and rich-don't forget rich; well his brother was at least, and to a lot of the girls at his school, that's what it all came down to.
I wonder what Kagome thinks about me. He gnawed on his pencil.
He wondered how she felt about his hanyou status, and if it bothered her as much as most of the other girls in Japan. He had seen her ogling his ears, but whenever he called her out on it, she called him an idiot. Maybe she doesn't mind after all? Inuyasha set down Sango's notes.
Alright. That's enough of this wench ignoring me.
That's when he made his comment about her choice of reading materials. She looked up immediately, a miffed look on her face, eyes narrowed, ready to engage. That's right, he thought, bring it, darlin'.
“Ass.”
She looked back down at her book. Sango giggled as she erased an answer that her brother had marked wrong. Inuyasha knew his sister loved it when sweet little Kagome cussed.
“Just, saying,” Inuyasha replied, as he plopped down beside her on the bed, his lower back touching the sides of her thigh, “You're a little pup,” he grabbed the book from her grip. “Let me get ya' something more to your level.” He reached over to a stack of books on the shelf next to the bed, many of them left over from Sango’s and his own childhood. Japanese Folktales for Kids, he snorted, not being able to keep a straight face. He held her book behind his back before setting it on the bedside table.
Kagome did not seem to find it funny. In fact, he thought, she looked almost insulted. She opened her mouth to retort, but paused, shutting her luscious, just licked lips together. He could see her mind working.
With a look over at Sango, who watched on, by now used to their antics, Kagome reached for her bag. She unbuckled the side flap and rummaged within. Inuyasha stood up, annoyed that she had failed to rise to his challenge, and then froze as a colorful item zipped past his head, grazing his cheek.
As it hit the wall and bounced back, he used his reflexes to catch it mid-air. It was a ball. More specifically, a dog's ball. A cartoon Pomeranian stared stupidly back at him, orange polka dots covering every other inch of space. He spun around and saw that Kagome had picked up her book again, as if nothing had ever happened.
It was that moment he knew. This spirited, pretty young lady would grow up into one hell of a woman. A woman who wouldn’t take shit from anyone, even if it was, in Inuyasha's opinion, an intentional and obvious flirtation. A strong, smart woman. His woman.
“Thanks for the chew toy, pup” he called over his shoulder as he left the room. He tossed the ball in the air, not wanting her to see the huge grin that was plastered on his features.
That was two days ago, and he had been a little nervous she would want to avoid him. And now as he watched her near the door, a relief settled upon his heart and he nearly jumped to the entrance, anticipating her knock. He grasped and twisted the knob.
“Hey!” She screamed as her fist pounded once onto his chest. Because of his hanyou blood, it was naturally solid, and her hand seemed to bounce back off. She stared, a little dazed, her eyes blinking either from surprise or the biting cold.
Kagome apologized.
“Nothin' to be sorry for, I heard ya’ coming and it's not the kinda weather you want to be standing in. It looks like snow,” he stepped back, inviting her in. He wondered if she knew that Sango was gone.
“Sango in her room?” Nope. She didn't know.
“Nah, she left with mom to the store. They should be back soon, though if you wanna hang around till then.” Invite her to stay, idiot!
“I'm making some food, if you're hungry,” he began walking, his heart beating a little too wildly for his taste.
“Wait in there with me. It's gotta be an ice box upstairs, and I've got my old man's heater in there.”
He walked with haste to the swinging kitchen door. He couldn't stand being alone in the dimly lit entrance hall with her. Did she have any idea of what her crazy hair and little skirts did to him? He wanted to see those legs without the leggings. He made a mental note to schedule a visit during the summer.
She was quiet and he was certain that she would excuse herself, not wanting to be here without Sango. He waited, his back to her, his muscular arm holding the door open to the light of the warm kitchen.
He heard a clock tick in a distant room, and he could feel the whooshing of blood through his veins. Say yes, say yes he silently demanded of her. She walked under his arm and into the kitchen. Bingo.
She sat down at the little butcher block of a table, her body shaky, adjusting to the heat.
He heard her sniff the air. She looked pleased. A ramen lover, he thought, girl of my fucking dreams.
“Want some?”
“Yes, thank you.” He ladled the noodles and vegetables into two bowls, the steam tweaking his nose, making him want to sneeze. He had added some chunks of beef left over from last night’s dinner to the prepackaged noodles, and the scent, coupled with the fact that he had slept through breakfast, made him salivate. Eat slowly, don't show her what a pig you are...at least not yet.
He set the two bowls on the table, one directly in front of her. As he at down across from her, he couldn’t help but risk shrewd glances, hoping that she would enjoy her meal. He really wanted her to like his cooking, even if it was just some boiled noodles.
Kagome took the chopsticks he had stuck inside the bowl and began to wind the crinkled noodles. Her eyes remained downcast as she parted her lips.
He watched her insert the sticks into her mouth, biting down about midway, lips pursed around the wooden utensils. Slowly she scraped the noodles off and into her mouth. She licked the moisture off a chopstick and repeated the process.
What the hell does she think she’s doing? Inuyasha squirmed in his seat.
Inuyasha watched her little show, her pert mouth sucking on the sticks, eating the food he had prepared.
Don't think what you are thinking of right now.
He felt a twinge in his pants, knowing he should take his eyes away from the girl before him, but it was as though he were frozen to the spot. Suddenly, she looked up- he had no time to avoid her stare, and he hoped that his face did not betray the raw arousal that was traversing his body.
“Where did Sango go?” She asked him, not taking her eyes from his face.
“Shopping,” he closed his eyes and breathed in the warmth of his food. He already told her where his sister was. He worked up the courage to look at her again. She was fidgeting as well. Did I make her nervous? He thought, a smug little grin appearing.
Kagome's face was bright red, and for the tiniest of moments, Inuyasha was certain she had read his mind. A ridiculous thought, but he continued to observe her through bites of his food.
He cocked his head in a show of angst for the pretty girl. In the time that he knew her, he found her to be so many things. She was smart, and funny, and could cuss like a man when provoked. Inuyasha thought of curse words coming from that sassy little mouth- so soft looking- and he wondered just how those lips would feel if he were to...NO.
Stop, Inuyasha willed himself. She is innocent and sweet and she would never want to have anything to do with you. A boy who doesn't like to do anything but lie around and read and think. Yeah, I'm sure her mom would be thrilled with such a motivated guy. She’d probably marry a doctor. Blah.
But I'll be damned if she doesn't look so cute in that jacket, with her...STOP!!
Kagome stood then, and thanked him for the ramen. Walking to the sink, she rinsed out her dish and set it in the sudsy water of the tub his mother kept throughout the day. He watched her every movement. She seemed nervous and he hoped he wasn't making her uncomfortable. She stood near the wall where four hooks had been nailed for coats and sweaters, and where a little shelf was hanging about a foot above Kagome's head. She unwound her scarf.
As she began to work on her coat buttons, she said something that he missed, being as caught up in this act of de-clothing as she was. He heard “Tokyo” and took the chance that it was just a conversational comment about his visit to his homeland. He was right.
He snorted. “Just fine.”
In fact, he hated it. People shouted slurs and on occasion threw shit at him from the street. The country of his birth had just been through a tumultuous election cycle, and the new government was intent on using hanyous as scapegoats for the economic depression and the lack of international prestige.
He received stares nearly everywhere he went, and though he couldn't discern the whispers, the looks of disgust on the faces of mothers pulling their children out of his path was proof enough that the atmosphere of the country was morphing, and that soon the situation would become downright dangerous. He didn't really care about the abuse, but on the occasions that his mom and sister had that same treatment aimed towards them, it had brought a wave of shame to him, knowing that he was the cause of their ill treatment.
“That's not what Sango says....” she was laughing, a real laugh, and her eyes were shining as her fingers fumbled with one of the many buttons of her coat.
What the fuck, Sango? “Well, what does she say?” He was interested in what his sister said to Kagome about him. He usually couldn't wheedle that kind of information out from her.
Kagome stopped fiddling with her coat and laughed again. “That you got into a fight cuz you whistled at a human girl and her boyfriend took you out!”
Inuyasha was incensed. Did she not know anything about his strength? The fact that he was hanyou had gotten him into at least four fights in Japan with humans over his last couple of visits, and he knew better than to even try to fight back.
Things were getting too bad here- even his older half-brother from his father's side was urging him to come back as soon as possible. But part of Inuyasha’s visit here was to try to convince his mother and sister to accompany him back to the States. His father's first wife, and the mother of his older brother Sesshomaru, had commanded him to come back immediately. She informed him that she had friends in the State Department, and knew that a full blown war against hanyou was imminent.
He eyed Kagome and decided to tell her the real story.
“First of all, I can easily take a weak, little human, but I have to be careful, because if I do fuck him up, they'll try to Purify me or whatever they do to hanyous here now a days.”
Her insolent look held. He would wipe that shit off real fast.
“Second, I didn't just whistle, she kissed me!” He emphasized the words, his trademark smirk elongating his lips.
She seemed to be taken aback for just a moment, and it riled Inuyasha's attention. He had recognized that look in others, but never expected to see it coming from this girl in response to him.
She giggled, sweetly, almost inaudibly. “So, do you like kissing human girls?” She paled as the words came out, her eyes shifting downward, but he knewthat she was still watching him. A blush crept up from her neck and tinged her cheeks, the planes of her face glowing in the light from the window.
He decided he would take this little...game as far she would allow it.
“What about you, Kagome? Are you interested in human or hanyou?” HA!
“Well, I’ve never had anything to do with any kind of guy,” she offered.
He walked up to her as she spoke, until he could feel the warmth her body emanated.
“You've never had a boyfriend?” He said this quietly, sincere in his curiosity. Of course she has, idiot, she's fucking beautiful! “I don't believe that.”
Her eyes widened as he said his, a surprised look that would have been almost comical if it had not been for the sudden shift in the mood. He had the feeling that the game was no longer merely that, but a struggle, no. Wait. A battle. And he was determined to come out victorious.
“I’ve been asked out a few times, but never with a guy I like.” She said something else, but his anger flared at the thought of her dating someone else. Of kissing someone else. Of touching someone else. Letting someone else touch her...no, that couldn't be allowed.
“I would like to be kissed, though. I mean,” she stammered, “I have almost been kissed, I mean I think I have. He might have been just, well, never-mind, but I don’t really like any of the guys here.” She raised a hand as though to stuff the words right back into her mouth. Inuyasha just took another step closer.
He surveyed her for a second, thoughts racing in his mind, his blood pumping a little faster.
Was she asking me to kiss her? He blinked and saw her fiddling with her buttons again. Hmmm. Probably not. His ears fell flat in disappointment. Why am I not just disappointed, but, what? Hurt? He asked himself. I could have any girl, human, hanyou or demon back in the States. As soon as Sango agrees....
She leaned against the wall with parted lips and flushed cheeks. She looked so appealing and before his mind could convince him otherwise, he cupped her jawline with his clawed fingers and palm and leaned towards her. He gently grazed the back of her ear and caught the slight intake of breath.
His own body reacted as her breath picked up and she closed her eyes, giving him the encouragement needed. She smelled so good, like ramen and hot chocolate, and his lips pressed against hers for a fraction of a second before-
He heard the front door before she did and took action, nearly flying across to land on the edge of the table they had just vacated. Sitting on the corner, he looked back at her, her face stricken and pale, when a moment before it had been active and flush. He watched her try to flee but remained immobilized.
He regretted the way he had ended it, and was about to apologize, when his sister burst through the door, his mother behind her, both lugging bags of groceries.
Great God damned timing, he thought angrily, somewhat taken aback by the confusion on Kagome's face. He didn't want to look at her. He hoped she didn't think he was embarrassed of her, or of his escalating feelings.
Far from it. He just didn't want his mom or sister involved, and they were already much too involved in his life as it was. If anything was going to happen with Kagome, it would be between the two of them. And it would go slow.
Looking at the girl rubbing her elbow, avoiding his gaze, he knew that she was the one he would wait forever for.
Inuyasha was vaguely aware that his mom was scolding him for something, but he had eyes only for Kagome.
“Keh, mom, you're always bitching about something,” he smiled as his mom and sister customarily expressed their mock offense.
As he was chided for the second time, Kagome's eyes met his, sparkling with something impalpable and chalk full of promise.
He went to bed that night dreaming of that look and of the girl who had visited his dreams since the first day he met her.
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