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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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Four: Wasn’t Prepared
(I Wasn’t Prepared by Eisley)
Important Note: So there’s a first chapter of a story now posted with what is shaping up to be a very similar plot to Strictly Taboo, only with poor spelling and grammar as well as a couple differences. It’s only the first chapter, so no worries. A couple of people who have read ST have already remarked on the similarities. It may be someone copied ST, or maybe they thought of it independently. It wasn’t a very original idea, as I said multiple times. The only comment I will make on the possibility of it having been copied is what I told my friend yesterday: “It's like carrying a child in your womb for a terrifying nine months, and when it is finally delivered after hours upon hours of agony, they hand you your precious baby and you look into his or her eyes and feel that beautiful connection unlike anything else on this earth, like all the pain was more than worth it... And then a stranger runs up and vomits shit all over the both of you before stealing your baby and naming it Hashtag.”
If this happens again, please notify me.
Note: Unbetaed. Will update once perfected. Major props to whoever spots the reference. Chapters will be much longer after this, once we GET TO THE DRAMAAAAAAAA (I’m doing the Arnold Schwarzenegger “get to tha choppah” voice in my head when I say that. Holy hell, I’m tired).
A few hours after Kagome fell asleep, Inuyasha got up and got dressed, everything in him wishing he could stay with the slumbering girl who had clung to him even while unconscious. Unfortunately, her mother was to arrive home very soon, and should have been home already. Frowning, he looked at his watch, a cheap red plastic thing he had gotten from the dollar store because he kept arriving late to things when he used the sun with the help of his internal clock to keep track of time. It was nearly midnight, and Mrs. Higurashi still had not come home. Even while making love with Kagome, he had kept his ears alert for any noise that would indicate her return, but had heard nothing. Sighing, he laid a kiss on Kagome’s forehead, then her cheek, then her lips (where he stayed for a while), then her neck, then her shoulder, then her chest…
And then he stopped himself, since somnophilia wasn’t really something he wanted to add to his list of fetishes.
Sighing, he tucked the naked girl in securely and backed away. She had been so irritable and tense, and while Mrs. Higurashi had excused her behavior by telling him repeatedly it was just needless teenage angst, he knew she was naturally a different person inside. That was what had drawn him to her. The moodiness that seemed so grudgingly part of other kids her age was foreign when she displayed it. She was not a girl meant to act that way, but she was grieving for her grandfather when no one else was, and thought she should continue to be negative for propriety’s sake.
Gently closing the door behind him, Inuyasha tiptoed to the master bedroom to wait for Mrs. Higurashi. It was a few hours before she got back, looking grim with dark circles under her eyes, her mouth a small, crinkled line across her face.
“Hey,” he said quietly, already knowing what had happened by the smell that enshrouded her. “What kept you?”
Mrs. Higurashi shook her head a bit and sat down on the edge of her bed with a sigh. “He died. Fell out of bed, right onto his skull. It wasn’t instant.”
Inuyasha was sad, remembering the crotchety old man, wondering how he’d suffered these past few hours, hoping he’d been spared the pain of consciousness. His throat felt tight when he imagined how Kagome might react to the news. Never again would her grandfather haunt the Shrine steps, sweeping away imaginary dust while glaring at the teenage girls picking out charms, making sure they wouldn’t slip any of the cheap things into their purses. Never again would he drift off at the table in the middle of dinner while telling a long, rambling story. Never again would he go on about demons and claim a petrified cat turd of Buyo’s was proof of kitsune in the woods.
“Can you hold me?” she said softly. “Just hold me, Inuyasha. I can’t handle anything else tonight.”
Inuyasha nodded, secretly relieved. Sometime during his impromptu coupling with Kagome, he had resolved to be completely faithful to her, to honor the innocence she had given to him. Grateful tears in her eyes, Mrs. Higurashi crawled into bed with him, falling asleep instantly, not even changing her clothes. In contrast, Inuyasha laid awake the rest of the night, his ears twitching when he heard Kagome roll over and mumble something in her sleep a couple rooms away. He wished he was there to hold her in the cramped space of her bed. He’d sacrifice leg room and stay hunched up against the wall if it meant he could hold her in his arms like he was currently holding her mother.
O/o/O
Sota was dropped off from camp by bus the next morning, and Kagome greeted him with a big hug, lifting the boy in her arms and swinging him around.
“You’ve gotten so big!” she exclaimed, her face looking the way it should be for the first time in Inuyasha’s memory, sunny and smiling. Apart from when they had been together, of course. He liked to think he had glimpsed the real her when she had been rippling around him and that he had helped bring her true personality back out. “What did they feed you? Protein shakes, falcon eggs, and rocks?”
Laughing, the boy pushed his older sister away and ran toward his mother, pulling all sorts of sea shells and rocks he was convinced were arrowheads out of his pocket, babbling away excitedly. Inuyasha wiped the sweat off his brow and put down the hedge trimmers, walking over to the house. Mrs. Higurashi had told him about what was to come and had requested he be there for emotional support and also as a buffer, although that had never worked before.
“How about we all go inside, hmmm?” she said pleasantly, glancing at Inuyasha.
He nodded and they went in, where she led them to the kitchen table. They each took their seats, Inuyasha ending up next to Kagome not entirely by accident.
“—and this one was a present from Minoru, and I found this one in my shoe after a hike, and this one—“
“I have something very important to say,” Mrs. Higurashi stated, her voice and expression solemn. Everyone’s attention snapped to her, Kagome’s especially. Her posture was strained and Inuyasha longed to massage the tenseness from her limbs. “Yesterday, I went to the home to visit with your grandfather. He had an accident and fell out of bed. When people get to be that age, they don’t recover like you and I do. Late last night, Jii-chan passed on.”
Silence reigned at the table until Sota, eyes wide, asked, “So he’s with Daddy now?”
Mrs. Higurashi nodded, flinching back when Kagome stood, her chair tumbling over behind her, and slammed her hands on the table.
“No!” she screamed, her face dead pale, her eyes haunted. “I knew this would happen! I told you this would happen! You killed him! You killed Jii-chan!” Her chest was heaving with repressed sobs and Inuyasha feared she would make herself sick. “He’s not with Daddy, Sota. When you’re dead, you’re dead.” Her voice cracked on the last word, as if she only began to believe it once she said it. Then her eyes sharpened, trained on her mother. “Never forget that this is your fault.”
Kagome stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Mrs. Higurashi’s hand was pressed to her mouth and her eyes were watering.
“How about you two stay here and catch up?” Inuyasha suggested calmly. “I’ll go after her and see if she’s ready to listen.”
She nodded her assent, and he sped out, only to double back when he saw Kagome leaning against the wall to the right of the door. Her head was bowed and her thick, wavy black hair was in her face, obscuring her lovely features from his probing eyes. He didn’t know what he could say to make it better. He only knew she didn’t deserve to hurt like that, to blame everyone, herself included.
“Come on,” he said quietly, not wanting to be overheard by the woman and child inside. “I’ll take you somewhere.”
Kagome wiped her eyes and made a noise he thought sounded like a “yes”, so he knelt in front of her. She climbed on as if they had done that a thousand times before and he took off, bounding away and to the forest, one special destination in mind. Her hands clutched at his hair and pulled, but it didn’t bother him. He knew she was startled and just trying to get a good grip. He tightened the hold he had on her thighs and slowed down a bit so they weren’t jetting through the air quite as fast. The girl relaxed a little and pressed her face into his mane of hair, burrowing in and letting her tears wet the silver strands. She cried as quietly as she could, but Inuyasha could hear the little whining sounds she made.
Finally, they arrived at their destination. The little flower patch where the sun fell more perfectly than anywhere else. He knelt down and she slid off of him, and, without a word, yanked on his t-shirt until he was standing up straight and gave him the most beautiful kiss of his life. That was the only way to describe it: beautiful. She was sad and she was grateful he was there for her. She needed him. She allowed him inside in more ways than just the physical.
Groaning, he fell with her to the ground, protecting her from the hard earth just underneath the bed of flowers with his muscled arms. Kagome’s tears gradually came to a stop the more he kissed her, but he would always remember the bittersweet and salty taste. Again, his lust took a backseat, and he only wanted to wipe the sad look off her face however he could. Even though he had just taken her virginity the night before, she spread her legs for him, her cheeks a ruddy pink and her eyes suddenly shy. Inuyasha kissed a path down her body, removing her clothing as he went, making a brief stop at her breasts where he laid long, wet, intimate kisses on both nipples until she was gasping.
When he arrived at her formerly innocent place, he inhaled deeply, smelling himself faintly and smiling. She was a little swollen and slightly too red, and he decided to help her out with his tongue. He licked and licked her as cleverly as he knew how, pulling out everything from his bag of tricks and inventing a few more. Kagome reacted by attempting to shove his entire face against her, into her. Nibbling around her outer lips, he licked her from bottom to top, and right when that tell-tale shivering of hers began and he knew she was on the verge of a marvelous orgasm, he withdrew, only to replace his tongue with his cock.
Beautiful blue eyes wide and begging, she wordlessly pleaded with him to go faster, harder. And he obeyed, knowing instinctively where to touch and kiss, exploring every secret place she possessed, possessing them in turn. Kagome graciously allowed his frantic explorations until it all became too much and she simply grabbed his shoulders and came powerfully, moving her arms to wrap around his neck and bring him flush against her to stop his extra stimulations. The feel of her nipples rubbing against his sweat-slicked skin brought him over the edge and he poured himself into her, wondering in the back of his mind which rendezvous was dearer to him: when he had taken her virginity, or this fulfilled fantasy in the clearing. Kagome was still trying to catch her breath when he rubbed his cheek against hers and gently pulled out, rolling over to the side.
They stayed like that for more than a few moments, Inuyasha enjoying the sunlight streaming down on him and warming his skin. He longed to hold her, but could smell the tears she wasn’t allowing to fall, and knew that she did not want to be touched. It hurt him a little, that much he realized, but some people preferred to be alone in their grief. He took comfort in the fact that she allowed him to be in her presence at all during this time. It meant more than he suspected either of them could put into words. But maybe just one would do…
Trust.
“You know,” he drawled after he felt an appropriate amount of time had passed. “I watched you before. When you were skinny dipping.”
Kagome gasped in feigned outrage and plucked a flower, throwing it at his face. “You sicko! I knew someone was there!” she squealed, her eyes looking bright and happy, though red rimmed.
Grabbing the flower before it could hit him, he replied, “It was my favorite memory until yesterday, or maybe today. Still not sure on that.” Smiling softly at her in a way he could not remember ever being capable of doing before, he ran the flower over her stomach and up her chest, tickling her breasts before tucking the little white bud behind her ear, admiring the way it complemented her sweaty, tangled dark hair that had never appeared more glorious to his eyes.
With a laugh, she took the flower from her ear and held it in front of her, lifting her head and bringing his arm underneath her to serve as a pillow. Meeting his eyes shyly, she said in a coy whisper, “He loves me, he loves me not…”
The petals fluttered in the air and spun down, hitting the naked flesh of her lower stomach and drawing his eye.
Mind made up, he snatched the flower out of her hands and again placed it in her hair. “You don’t need a fuckin’ flower to find that out, I’ll tell you right now.” He paused, just to see the look on her face, the almost painful hope-filled yearning. Smiling, he finished, “I love you, Kagome Higurashi.”
More tears welled in her eyes, but she shut them before they could fall, and when her eyes fluttered open again, they were so radiant that it was like she had never known sadness. “I love you too, Inuyasha.”
Their kiss was more gentle than any they had shared before, than any he had given or received in his existence, and he knew then that there was no before and no after in his life. There had only ever been a time when he had waited for Kagome, the time he’d be with Kagome, and, God forbid she ever left him, death. Though they’d hardly exchanged a handful of words, there was no need for anything like that. Words were not his forte, and at the moment they weren’t hers either. He had a sneaking suspicion she’d be much chattier when she was able to go back to normal, but for now he’d be fine with the silence. There would be time for them to get to know each other later, and he knew there would only be more love. He’d never believed in soul mates before, had laughed at the very notion, but now he knew. He just knew.
They spent the rest of the day soaking up the sun and one another’s company, Kagome fashioning flower crowns and necklaces and draping them over them both like they were a fairy tale Adam and Eve until Inuyasha fucked her so exuberantly the majority of them broke or wilted or simply came undone. They only put their clothes back on and headed back when the sun began to set, and not even the thought of their real life could make Inuyasha believe that the worst was not behind them.
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