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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.

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Note: I know, I know, this is all happening way too fast, too early. That’s just how I do. I personally prefer to write about the consequences of love rather than taking the time to develop the love. Honestly, it’s more fun this way.
Also, a few people have asked me over the past year and a half that I’ve been writing why I usually make Kagome a teenager and Inuyasha older. A lot of the times it’s just a plot thing, but other times it’s a way for me to write out my feelings since my first boyfriend was 10 years older than me and most of my relationships have been with older guys. I met him when I was 13 and our relationship ended when I was 16, but we only became intimate when I was 15, which was when I felt ready. I honestly wouldn’t even know how to go about dating a guy my own age, and I’m glad I never did when I was a teenager, because teenage boys are just super gross.
Please review! I won’t get mad if you do, you know.
I’m posting this a day earlier (I update a story every five days, but that will change soon) than I intended since I’ll be attending a political conference at *POPULAR LOS ANGELES UNIVERSITY* this weekend where I will hopefully get very drunk and very sexed up at the after party. Enjoy, my pretties.
Five: Rigmarole
Months passed, during which Inuyasha and Kagome only grew closer, their bond so strong and solid it was nearly tangible. All of that intimacy had to happen on the down low, and they made sure to meet in the forest at different times, never taking a chance and doing it in the house again. Now with two potential witnesses and the awkward silence that remained ever since that morning of the fatal announcement, secrecy was even more important than before. Inuyasha had taken to making excuses and working until after Kagome went to sleep, only to sneak in her mother’s bedroom window soon after. He had lied and told Mrs. Higurashi that he fell and hurt his back while trimming the trees and needed time to heal, further lying that he strained it repeatedly every day with the work around the shrine and that prolonged his recovery, even with his demon genes. That seemed to work for her, but Inuyasha began worrying that he’d lose his job soon if he was just the help and not the bed warmer as well. Mrs. Higurashi seemed to enjoy his presence regardless, content just to snuggle and go straight to sleep, although if her scent was any indication, which it most certainly was, she wanted to do much more than that and wanted to do it now.
“Inuyasha?”
Said half-demon turned around, surprised out of his thoughts. Kagome was looking at him nervously, repeatedly clenching and unclenching the straps of the backpack she was wearing, worrying her dark pink bottom lip with her teeth. With her shorter than short school skirt and knee highs, she was looking more than good to Inuyasha, who already couldn’t get enough of her. He was about to suggest they reschedule their evening romp for right now, but then something occurred to him.
“Shouldn’t you be in school?” he asked, a bit worried. Kagome was dedicated to academic success, something Inuyasha admired greatly as someone who had dropped out of high school and was now suffering in severe financial straits because of that carelessness.
“I needed to talk to you,” she muttered, her eyes on her feet.
“About what?” he asked, distractedly looking at all the grass he had yet to mow and trying to calculate how long he could make it last.
Kagome sighed in frustration and blew her bangs out of her eyes before glaring at him. “You’ll know when I tell you, now come on!”
Quirking a brow at her tone, which had previously been nothing less than sweet and soft since they first began their secret relationship, he responded, “Whatever the boss wants.”
Following the girl as she stomped into the forest, he wondered what could possibly have made her so angry. She’d babbled excitedly a couple weeks ago about a school dance, even knowing he couldn’t go with her since he was obviously over the age limit her school imposed. Had someone else asked her? That Hojo kid or maybe even another one? Pain in his stomach, he knew he’d let her go with another kid, even though he’d be insanely jealous the entire night and probably even follow her just to make sure the boy kept his hands to himself. And then he’d bring her home at exactly nine, no arguments, and if she was upset at not being able to stay out later, he’d just remind her how good she had it at home with him…
But now he was getting even hornier, and far too ahead of himself.
Kagome kept walking, not even glancing behind to see if he was following her, his bare feet not making a sound on the forest floor cleared of any leaves and sticks, something he made sure to do on a daily basis. Finally, she came to a stop in a clearing, their clearing, where if he squinted he could see their outline on the crushed flowers.
Spinning around, she squared her shoulders and, with what seemed to him a great effort, met his eyes directly, the quickly moistening orbs the only thing that betrayed she wasn’t quite as hard and fierce as she was trying to be.
“I—” she choked out, a few tears spilling on her face. Kagome swallowed a few times, trying to get her voice back.
A million thoughts ran through his head during those few seconds. Inuyasha knew with a certainty that she was going to leave him. Meeting him in secret was probably fun, but the novelty had worn off and now she was frustrated with not being able to be seen in public with him. Or maybe she had finally figured out she was slumming it, that fucking a labor worker with rough hands and animalistic features so far removed from her perfectly delicate human ones was beneath her and should be a crime. Or she’d met someone else. That Hojo kid had finally stumbled upon a gift that won her over once and for all, and they’d go to the dance together and waltz off to his car and—
“I’m pregnant!” she said abruptly, her eyes immediately going to her shoes and a scowl appearing on her face.
It was probably a good thing she had stopped looking at him, since she missed the absolutely horrified expression on his face. A child. His child. Kagome’s child. Theirs.
“No,” he said, his voice hardly more than a ghost of breath. “No, that’s not— No.”
“I…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I don’t know what to do about this.”
Inuyasha hardly heard her, wondering how this was all possible. Sure, he’d never worn a condom and was very aware of the fact that she wasn’t on any kind of birth control, something he’d appreciated about her since it made her smell better and more natural and prettier than the other girls her age, most of whom were forcibly put on the pill or something by their parents. But he’d made sure they’d never done anything when she was fertile. Well, they’d had sex a few times during her fertile periods when they both felt particularly eager, yeah, but he had pulled out. His face heated when he realized that pulling out and the rhythm method were probably the two greatest causes of unwanted pregnancies in the world. He hadn’t had to worry about kids with Mrs. Higurashi since she’d reached menopause incredibly early, a side-effect from the shock of her husband’s death. With all the other women who weren’t on birth control, he’d just used a condom, but those occasions were rare since he absolutely hated the feel of them.
“Fuck.” His eyes focused and he realized she was looking at him, silently weeping, her chest heaving, wanting him to tell her what to do.
“I-I-I w-want to k-keep it,” she said in a tiny, strangled whisper that even he could barely hear.
In a second, he had her in his arms, trembling only slightly less than she was. “Kagome, you know we can’t do that,” he said softly, kissing her forehead. “I know it’s tough, but we can go down to the clinic tomorrow and get you checked out. I’ll take care of everything.”
He had meant for the statement to be comforting, but she only sobbed harder, shaking her head against his chest.
“No. No, no, no!” She stayed quiet for a bit after that, waiting until she was no longer on the verge of a hyperventilating fit before she spoke up again, her voice thick. “I’ve been watching videos about that all week. I don’t want that to happen to our baby, Inuyasha,” she protested, looking up at him with her big blue eyes.
He knew what was going on and he was helpless to prevent it, that beautifully heart-stopping affect she had on him to make him follow her every order. He wasn’t going to force her, even if he had to go through hell with her to give her what she wanted, not when she looked at him that way.
“Okay,” he said without meaning to, his voice sounding surprisingly steady in contrast to how he was feeling. “When did you find out?”
Kagome was calmer now, her shoulders no longer so tense, but he rubbed them anyway in apology. Inuyasha hated that she had been so scared to tell him. She shouldn’t ever have to feel that way about anything, especially something which wasn’t her fault.
“I started suspecting last month, but I wasn’t throwing up at all so I wasn’t exactly sure. But my boobs just kept getting bigger and bigger and my stomach did too, no matter how many meals I skipped,” she explained, her eyes looking strained as she recalled her solitary adventure. “Last Saturday, my friends finally convinced me to go take a test, and it came out positive.”
Inuyasha nodded, remembering how delighted he had been at her larger breasts, the weight gain in her hips and stomach making her figure fuller and even more enjoyable than her slim and toned one of before, though he loved her look then as well. He had assumed it was just her maturing naturally, completely becoming a woman.
“There’s no vomiting in demon pregnancies,” he explained. “No morning sickness. And it’s shorter than nine months.”
“That’s good to know,” she said softly, bringing her head up from where it was resting to look at him. “But I read that demons can smell pregnancy. Didn’t you know already?”
Inuyasha snorted. “Obviously not, or I woulda said something.” His face softening when he glimpsed the slight hurt in her eyes at his terse reply, he tapped his nose and said, “Half, remember? I can’t smell as good as the full ones can.”
“Oh,” she replied, sounding relieved, as if she had actually believed he had known all along, even before she did, and had acted normally, without a care. “Does this… change anything?”
It did. It changed everything. But he knew what she meant and what she wanted to hear, what he wanted to tell her.
“No, you know I’ll always stay by you. I love you, Kagome.”
The girl in his arms beamed at him, as though his support and love were all she needed to go through this terrible ordeal. Did she even understand the pain and heartbreak she’d go through? The judgmental stares, the loud whispers, the exclusion? Sacrificing everything, her reputation, her entire life, her bright future, all for a tiny thing they didn’t even know yet. It upset him, but he loved her, and while he did not yet love their unborn child, he knew she did and he wanted to please her. Inuyasha was annoyed at the tiny life growing in her womb, the miniscule existence that was going to be a huge inconvenience. At best, he was curious about it. He’d never even thought of himself as ever being a father, had taken extreme precautions to prevent such a case in the past, and he had no idea what had possessed him to continue to have sex with Kagome when he knew such an abhorrent possibility existed. Something had just made him so crazy over her, and he’d not been quite himself ever since he first laid eyes on her. But all that thinking was giving him a headache.
“Here,” she said shyly, taking his hand. She brought it to her lips and pressed a loving kiss to his palm before lowering it to her stomach.
Inuyasha went rigid. Of course, it was far too soon to be feeling any sort of movement the baby would make, but he was right there, his hand directly above where their child was growing. Sure, he had touched her there before during these past few months, but that was before he knew of the pregnancy. Now he was scared shitless.
“I-is it a boy or a girl?” he whispered as he took his hand away, uncertain of why he felt the need to keep his voice down like they were in a church or something.
Kagome laughed. “I don’t know! I think it’s too little for that. And I still haven’t even gone to the doctor yet. I’ll have to ask Mama. I hope she won’t get too mad at me.”
“I’ll take you!” he said suddenly, startling himself. “Uh, let’s just hold off on telling your mom, okay? I’d like to stick around and keep an eye on you for a while longer, and I don’t think she’d let me work here anymore if she knew.”
She wanted to argue, he knew it by the look on her face, but she just sighed and grabbed his hands, taking one in each of hers, swinging them a couple times before enveloping herself in his arms. He clutched her to him, his heart beating like mad. Kagome was more precious than ever now. The ache he felt in his heart was excruciating. He was in love with her, that had been long established, but this new development was going to add on another few layers of difficulty he had not signed up for. He lived the way he did for a reason. Inuyasha didn’t like difficult things. The simple life was the best life. And this? The furthest thing from simple he could think of.
“I want you to talk to the baby, Inuyasha,” Kagome murmured, her lips moving on his collar bone and making him shudder with desire and apprehension. “He or she needs to know their daddy loves them as much as their mama does.”
Inuyasha nodded and kissed her, loving her with lips, tongue, and teeth. They didn’t go further than that, although she seemed like she really wanted to, but for once he wasn’t in the mood. A celebratory fuck in the flowers was probably what she had been picturing, and she almost got her way, but the thought of the baby inside her would take some getting used to for him. After a while, she merely sighed happily, giving him one last, lingering kiss before trotting off in the direction of the shrine steps, presumably to go and update her friends on their conversation. Once he was sure she was well out of earshot, Inuyasha bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, the pain centering him, and dragged his claws down the nearest tree trunk, the deep gouges showing the white and green soft wood previously kept hidden. Again and again he ripped through it until his fingers bled, healing around the splinters lodged in his flesh.
If he were any less crazy about Kagome, he would have run far, far away and never come back.
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A few hours and several completely decimated trees later, Inuyasha trudged back to the house, his stomach growling. He had successfully almost exhausted himself, and now he was looking forward to a big dinner and a long sleep. Taking a sniff, his nose was met with the tantalizing aroma of steak and potatoes with grilled onions. His favorite. Nearly tearing down the door in his eagerness to get to the food, he almost bumped right smack into Mrs. Higurashi, who had apparently been waiting for his return. Immediately, she laid a kiss on him, one of the few things he had not stopped doing with her during his relationship with Kagome.
Pulling away before it got too deep, he smiled and asked, “Wow, what did I do to deserve all this?”
Beaming, she replied, “What haven’t you done? You work so hard, Inuyasha, and I feel like I’ve been neglecting you. There’s just been so much going on since Jii-chan’s death, especially with Kagome acting the way she is…” Her eyes turned sorrowful, but then she was back to her almost supernaturally sunny self. “Just let me take care of you tonight.”
Nodding gratefully, he made his way to the head of the table, having long since stopped thinking about what that signified and the man who had previously occupied it years ago. He was no usurper, and he did help this family, although he was paid for it in several different ways. Almost immediately, a steaming hot plate of his favorite food was set in front of him. Inuyasha dug in voraciously, his fork and knife more weapons than utensils, attacking the meal. About halfway through, he felt a touch on his crotch and was surprised enough to yelp, although the sound was muffled by the food in his mouth.
“Wha da fuh?!” he said loudly, almost choking, scooting back to see what was going on. There, on her knees under the table, was Mrs. Higurashi.
“Just let me take care of you,” she repeated, unbuttoning her blouse. “I’ve missed being with you. I’ll do all the work, you can even keep eating if you want.”
Swallowing, the half-demon dumbly gaped at her, mentally grasping at straws for a retort. Taking advantage of his paralyzation, she sat in his lap, her skirt hiked up around her waist. Mrs. Higurashi rocked on his lap a few times, ignoring how rigid he was everywhere but where he should be for the kind of activity she had in mind. Frantically, Inuyasha tried to think of something that would get her off of him without actually getting her off. He had been pushing her away for months, and while she had acted like everything was all fine and dandy, he had known it wasn’t. Hell, there really wasn’t anything for him to do at the shrine now that Kagome was back from camp and Sota was tall enough to reach the top shelves in the shed. The only reason why he had been kept on was for the special extra service he had provided her, and they both knew it. Despite all the recent stress in his relationship with Kagome, he wanted nothing more than to be faithful to her, and it was important for both their sakes that he stuck around. Racking his brain, he finally came up with a solution. He could fake a seizure and miraculously recover before she tried to call an ambulance. Cursing himself for not being smart enough to think up something else, he was just about to bite his tongue and start thrashing around wildly when a hushed gasp reached his ears.
Mrs. Higurashi didn’t notice and let out a husky moan. “Come on, Inuyasha, it’s been too long. I can make us both cum in under ten, please!”
Inuyasha was staring at Kagome, who had the most heartbroken look on her face, like she was in physical pain. Something in Inuyasha’s expression, perhaps the horror, made the woman on his lap turn around, where she promptly blushed when she spotted her daughter.
“Kagome, t-this is not how I wanted you to find out—”
Her panicked statement was interrupted by a wordless scream of incoherent anguish from the girl, who burst into tears and collapsed to her knees. Inuyasha carelessly tossed Mrs. Higurashi off his lap, feeling like retching. He had thought Kagome was out, that she was with her friends. Never would he have even dreamed that Mrs. Higurashi would do something like that with her in the house. Cursing himself for allowing her to be in his lap, to touch him when he belonged to another, he tentatively reached out an arm and touched Kagome’s shoulder, too afraid to do anything. There was no response from the girl, whose sobs were now nothing more than gasping breaths, and then nothing at all. Kagome jerked away from him and doubled over, her forehead nearly touching the ground and her arms wrapped around her stomach. His nose began to twitch like mad when he smelled the last thing he ever wanted to scent.
Her blood.
No sooner than he smelled it did he see it, spilling onto the floor from between her thighs, a small trickle but enough to make his heart stop. Mrs. Higurashi was yelling something now, but he didn’t stay to listen, instead grabbing Kagome and running away, running like he had wanted to earlier, the only difference between his previous desire and his current action being that he was taking the cause of his stress with him. Inuyasha completely forgot about the baby, however, only concentrating on the blood spilling from his beloved and the small cries of pain she released whenever he touched the ground and launched them both into the air again.
The nearest hospital was not too far, but it seemed like it took him over an hour to reach. He burst into the crowded emergency waiting room, not even bothering with pushing people out of his way, just moving forward and knocking patients over, young and old, ill and healthy alike. They didn’t matter, only Kagome mattered. Security guards arrived, somewhat fearful when they realized he wasn’t human, but he didn’t even waste energy looking at them. He went to the window where a wide-eyed woman in scrubs sat before a computer. She stared at him, and something in his face must have reached her, because she only nodded and pressed a button to open the doors to the emergency room, closing them the second he was beyond them. The minute he was through, nurses came and glared at him before noticing the girl he held, leading them over to a free bed and allowing him to place Kagome on it before shooing him away, the petite women unafraid when in a group. Inuyasha didn’t want to obey, but he realized that the more time he spent being rebellious, the longer it would take them to treat her. So he returned to the waiting room, ignoring the curses and furious words directed at him, wondering if he would ever see her again and knowing he didn’t deserve it.
But she deserved to live.
An ache formed inside, wholly different altogether from the burning agony and guilt stemming from his part in Kagome’s miscarriage. Deep down, he felt relieved that this had happened, and the ache was a satisfied one that made him want to hurt himself. Inuyasha wasn’t ready for a child, and Kagome certainly was not. The awful truth was that though everything had all happened incredibly fast, in the space of only a few hours, he would prefer to go on that emotional rollercoaster a hundred times over rather than have Kagome carry their child to term.
“Inuyasha!”
He turned around, pushing away his dark, secret guilt at the sound of Mrs. Higurashi’s voice. Answering her question before the flustered woman could even speak it, he said, “She’s being taken care of now. I got her ahead of everyone else.”
Her lower lip was trembling although there was no sign of tears in her eyes. “I didn’t think she’d come downstairs. S-she’s been locking herself up in her room as soon as she gets home after staying out all day.”
“It’s not your fault,” he said, his words soothing but his voice hard. Even though Inuyasha knew the responsibility was all his, a part of him still blamed her.
“But why?” she cried out, startling him and causing several people to look their way. “What happened?! She looked so hurt and there was blood all over—“
“I guess we’ll find out,” he said grimly, turning from her and going to sit in one of the few empty chairs. After a few seconds of gaping at his abrupt attitude, Mrs. Higurashi followed.
For once, Inuyasha tried to think about his problems in depth instead of just ignoring them until they went away or solved themselves. Kagome had seen him and her mother in a compromising situation hours after she had told him of her pregnancy. All that blood she expelled at the sight could only mean one thing: she lost the baby. Unless she also lost her memories of the past few hours, she would no longer want to be with him. That was simply unacceptable. And what if she informed her mother of the affair they’d been having these last months? He’d lose his job on top of losing his girlfriend. Hell, because of Kagome’s age, he could even lose his freedom. Fifteen was the age of consent in the area, but only if the other partner was no more than two years older, and Inuyasha was certainly older than seventeen, even if he didn’t exactly look it. The courts were harder on demons, half-demons especially. Their dual natures were seen as giving them a propensity towards violence, and incredibly long sentences for minor offenses with little evidence were more than common, they were practically the rule.
“You don’t have to be here, Inuyasha,” Mrs. Higurashi said softly. “I can—“
Inuyasha turned to look at her, intending on barking out something harsh and insulting, but apparently the look on his face was enough, and she recoiled as if he had struck her. Grunting in mild satisfaction and feeling assured that she would no longer bother him, he decided to zone out and stare at the wall, his nose and ears working overtime for any scent or mention of Kagome. Nothing made her situation known, however, and his stress began to show in the set of his shoulders and jaw, in how his hands turned to fists in his lap. They waited and waited, the rest of the room emptying excruciatingly slowly until they were the only ones there aside from a snoring man who was most likely homeless. When a nurse finally approached them, he almost bit off his tongue with how on edge he was. The small woman merely motioned at him and he followed her back through the swinging emergency room doors, Mrs. Higurashi anxiously trotting at his heels.
They passed a few beds filled with mostly quiet or sleeping patients and then arrived at Kagome’s. An older man was patting her hand sympathetically while she chattered away. Once they arrived in the small, partially curtained space, all conversation ceased and both Kagome and the doctor looked at them, expressions neutral. They stared at one another for a few moments, Kagome not meeting his eyes directly, and then the doctor coughed nervously, opening his mouth to speak.
“Well, I’m happy to say you brought Miss Higurashi here just in time. We were able to prevent early labor. After that, we checked up on the baby and everything seems fine and normal for a pregnancy of this sort,” he said, glancing at Inuyasha, who nearly fell to his knees at that bit of information, and then back to Mrs. Higurashi. “I gave Kagome a couple prescriptions and she’s okay to leave. Just remember to be very, very careful around her and make sure she doesn’t get upset. Any questions, concerns?”
When no one said anything, he seemed to sense the awkward atmosphere at last and scuttled away after a muttered “good day”.
Mrs. Higurashi’s nostrils were flared, her eyes bright and hard. “What is the meaning of this, Kagome?” she asked in a clipped tone.
Kagome looked up from where she had been twisting the sheet, damp with the nervous sweat from her palms. Her chin raised and gained a stubborn look, her bottom lip twitching a few times before calming. Glaring at her mother with all the spite she had in her, one corner of Kagome’s mouth lifted up in a defiant little smirk.
“It’s Hojo’s,” she announced confidently, not a single tremor in her smooth voice. “And once I tell him, we’re getting married.”
End Note: Dun dun dunnnnn. Before I get people telling me in their review that Inuyasha is an asshole for not wanting a baby, just remember that when a woman doesn’t want to be a mother, she can get an abortion or give the child up for adoption. When a man doesn’t want to be a father, he goes to jail for not paying child support. So just let him have his dramatic inner chaos moment.
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