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Devotion that Withstands Time	By : RougeFugitive Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Eight
Give not, Get Not
Wednesday 21, February 2001

Humming a happy tune, you carefully spray a creamy heart over a pile of heart-shaped pancakes and drop slices of strawberries over it to top it off. You set the plate down on a tray among other breakfast foods and stand back to admire the heart-filled goodness of your work. The kitchen door swings open and you quickly push the half demon back into the next room. He grunts when you practically shove him down onto the couch.

“Hey!”

“Wait here.” You smile brightly down at him, walk back into the kitchen, and return with a fair-sized tray of breakfast. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

He eyes the tray and yawns, before looking to you. “Isn’t it a little late?”

“Nope.” You set the tray before him, lean over, and kiss him on the cheek. You walk around the couch to Pan’s cat bed in the corner of the room.

Inuyasha grabs the remote, turns on the TV, and begins to make his big breakfast disappear.

“Good morning, Pan.” You kneel down beside the small cat bed, and pet the sleeping kitten gently.

Pan mews and rolls over, pressing himself against your hand. You giggle at the kitten’s cuteness, and carefully remove the small animal from his cat bed. You notice a piece of paper sticking out of the side of the small cat bed, and curiously tug the piece of paper from under the small cushion to reveal a calendar. You stand, holding Pan against your chest and the calendar decorated with many adorable and fuzzy kitties in your other.

Ignoring the small claw marks on the cover, you walk back into the kitchen, flip the calendar open to February, and stick it onto the refrigerator with a magnet. You scan over the month and decide to write a reminder on the twenty-sixth of this month before noticing the whole bottom half of the month is marked with ink.

You frown. Obviously, Pan couldn’t grab a pen and mark up the calendar like this, and then hide it underneath his bed. You must have forgotten something… Something that started the week of Valentine’s Day and ended at the end of the month. You flip over to March.

Your eyes widen in surprise and you peek out of the kitchen to the half demon munching on your heart-shaped omelet. You glance to the calendar and then back to the half demon hesitantly.

“Inuyasha, are you… Is it…” You pause, looking away unsurely.

He looks up from his breakfast to you. “Yeah?”

“Are you… Do you want more juice?”

He looks down to his full cup and back to you. “I’m ok.”

“Good.” You smile weakly and walk back into the kitchen.

You gently place your sleeping kitten in front of his fresh bowl of cat food and return to the kitchen sink to clean the dirty dishes.

It all makes sense now. One of the few things that didn’t make sense was that you forgot about it.

It has happened every February since the year you first met Inuyasha, even before you two were together. From what you remember, he was never without the company of the opposite sex at this time of the year. That is, until the February months before you got married and you decided to wait it out for the remaining months, despite the fact that it was already done.

That was when a quieter, thoughtful Inuyasha, who desired more time alone than with you, made his himself known to you. You were never used to sitting and watching him think without wondering about what pissed him off beforehand. You never realized that he could sit around for fifteen to thirty minutes just staring into space. Maybe you just never noticed that he did happen to sit and think… But how could you not notice and what exactly was he thinking about?

You rinse the dishes, set them aside to dry and walk back into the next room. At your entrance, Inuyasha holds up his empty cup.

“It’s empty now.”

“Right.” You smile, take and refill his cup in the kitchen and return it to its place on his tray.

“Thanks.”

“Anything for you.” You lean down to drop another kiss on his cheek, but he turns to meet your lips, wraps an arm around your waist, and draws you down against him.

You squeak surprised by his sudden pull, adjust your position in his lap, and slip your arms around his neck. He presses for entry into your mouth, and you taste the sweetness of the syrup and cream from his breakfast on his lips.

You break the kiss, glance to his plate, and grab a leftover strawberry. You gasp, and squeeze the strawberry between your fingers when he bites into your neck gently. The strawberry, slick with syrup, slips from your fingers, bounces onto your chest and falls into your shirt. He smirks against your neck, eyeing the berry perfectly wedged between your breasts.

He licks the small splatter of syrup from your chest, and eagerly follows the short trail downward as he unbuttons the top of your shirt. You shiver, watching him grasp the berry with his teeth, and roll it into his mouth. He meets your lips, and tucks his hands underneath your thighs to lift and lay you back against the couch. You keep your arms tight around his neck, and bring him back down to your lips.

He smoothes his hands up your sides, finishes unbuttoning your shirt and you pull your arms from the sleeves as he tugs it down your shoulders. He reaches behind you, unclasps your bra, and removes it from your front. He briefly watches the rise and fall of your bare chest before grasping and squeezing your breasts in his hands. Your nipples instantly harden at the brush of his fingers and you moan softly as he massages your breasts.

He reaches down, pulls the table closer to the couch, and snags a remaining strawberry from his plate. You lick your lips in anticipation as the syrup drips off the slick berry and onto the plate. You watch as the strawberry wavers above the plate before falling back down to it with a soft plop. The half demon rises, hops over the side of the couch and walks to the kitchen.

You tilt your head backwards to watch the kitchen door swinging shut. “Inuyasha?”

“Don’t move!”

You nibble your bottom lip, ready to question his command, but pause at the abrupt knocking at the apartment door. You sigh, quickly fix your bra and shirt back into place and approach, and peek through the peephole of the door. You unlock, open the door, and smile at the dirty blond haired man.

“Good morning, Mr. Chad.”

“Good morning, Ms. ___, I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Matsui returns your smile with a hint of nervousness behind it.

“No, come in.” You move to the side to let him inside, and shut the door when he does. “Please sit.”

He does so after stepping out of his shoes at the door. He glances down at the mostly empty tray on the table. “I’m sorry, were you still eating?”

“No, we just finished.” You answer and pick up the tray. “Would you like some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll be right back.” You take the tray into the kitchen, and set it on top of the table, ignoring the irritated stare from the half demon you get on entrance.

He turns to you and shuts the refrigerator door. “I said don’t move.”

“Mr. Chad was at the door.” You reach into the cabinet and retrieve a few cups.

He frowns and moves behind you as you pour tea into the cups. “So? What happened to ‘anything for you’?”

You place the steaming cups of tea onto coasters, and turn to him, careful not to spill any tea. “I think you’re taking that out of context.”

“What?”

You walk around him, holding a cup of tea in each hand and glance back at him. “And change your clothes, or put a shirt on. Ms. Michiko might come, too.”

You exit the kitchen and hand Matsui a cup of tea, and take a seat on the other end of the couch.

“Thank you, Ms. ___.” Matsui says and sips his tea, before looking back up. “Good morning, Mr. Inuyasha.”

Inuyasha grumbles something similar to a greeting in passing the couch to get to the bedroom. You glare at the half demon’s back, displeased with his rudeness and turn back to Matsui with a chipper smile.

“So how are you and Ms. Michiko doing?”

Matsui chuckles nervously and looks down into his cup of tea. “That’s actually what I came to talk to you about.”

You blink and set your attention on the dirty blond haired man curiously. “Yes?”

A minute later, after Matsui has explained his predicament to you, you fight to control the angry blush heating your cheeks. Avoiding Matsui’s face, you look up and glare at Inuyasha who had just reentered the room, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

“And she doesn’t believe me when I tell her what happened…”

You look back to Matsui, noticing the helplessness in his voice. You frown, having not noticed until now the bags underneath his eyes and the disarray of his clothes and hair. At a closer look, you could tell that his shirt is on inside out and his shoes are mismatch. The poor guy…

You nod, having overcome most of your embarrassment with sympathy. “If there’s something that we can do to help…”

“There is, could you please talk to her? She just won’t listen to me.” Matsui says with a sigh.

“Well, I guess if you think that would help.” You reply hesitantly.

“Thank you, Ms.___, maybe tonight? Could you come for dinner? Seven O’clock?”

“S-sure.”

“Thank you!” Matsui sets his cup on the table and stands. “I have to go tell Michiko, so I’ll see you tonight, alright? Thanks again!”

You blink as the apartment door swings shut behind the Japanese American man after he speeds out. You quietly sip your tea as Inuyasha leaves his spot he had taken up behind the couch to sit down beside you.

You look to the half demon irritably. “Why didn’t you tell me what happened? Mr. Chad looks like he’s been suffering because of it. “

He shrugs, grabs the remote off the table, and changes to a different channel on the TV. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Yeah, right, his wife stabs my underwear into a wall and you don’t think it’s a big deal.” You reply eyeing the half demon dubiously.

“And he seems like a lecher.” He goes on, ignoring your comment. “He’s probably cheated on her before, why would she be so pissed?”

You take a moment to soak in his thoughts on Matsui. “Still, it was a mistake. You could have settled it then. What if it was you instead of Matsui, and he didn’t help?”

He proceeds to flip from station to station to find something suitable to watch. “You wouldn’t have believed me?”

You pause, surprised by the question and answer with no doubts. “Well, yeah.” You purse your lips and glance to the TV in thought. “But they just got married, Ms. Michiko is probably unsure about things…”

You look back to the half demon, catching the sudden flash in his eyes as he turns his gaze to you. There, you find something passionately burning in his eyes as he looks at you. Your breath catches in your throat. His gaze tells you all you need to know, but leaves so much incomprehensible.

You move closer to his side, and grasp the collar of his shirt to pull him down closer to you. He leans down the rest of the way and catches your lips with his own gently. You whisper his name against his lips and pull apart slightly to lift your eyes back to his.

He presses a harder kiss against your lips and you easily ignore the phone beginning to ring as you release his collar, and entangle and grip your fingers in his hair. He draws out the kiss, bruising your lips and you pant softly when he pulls back and attacks your neck. You tilt your head back and he greedily accepts the offered space.

You gasp, glancing back to the small bookcase the answering machine is set on. You quickly rise, round the couch, and snatch the phone from its receiver. Inuyasha blinks and stares in surprise when you put the telephone to your ear.

“Oh, hi Dad!” You smile nervously, recognizing the familiar voice. “Sorry, we just got in; we ate out for breakfast.” You answer sheepishly, and frown at his reply. “Hey, don’t say something like that when Mom forces you to cook… Right.” You look to the window irritably as your father begins to lecture you on the certain duties of the wife.

“…Oh, um,” You turn to look at the half demon glaring at you from the couch. You turn back to the wall. “I think he’s busy.” You sigh and turn back to the half demon. “Inuyasha?”

You blink and hand him the phone when he reaches out for it, not at all easing up on his displeased glare.

“Hi Mr. (Family Name)….. Right, (Your Dad’s Name).” He faces away from you. “I agree, she’s lazy. She hasn’t done it for me since a week ago.” He nods at your father’s reply and glances back at you pointedly. “Yeah, I think she likes avoiding it.”

You growl, becoming flustered and snatch the phone away from him. “Don’t say things like that to my father! He’s lying, Dad!” You sigh when your father launches into another reprimand. “Bye Dad!”

You set the phone back onto its receiver and glare at the half demon. “How can you say that I’m avoiding something when you—know what you said! You can’t get mad about it now!” You huff and cross your arms. “And if I’m not good enough, why don’t you go find a better wife?”

He scowls and jumps up from the couch towards you. “Don’t try to turn this around when you just ignored me!”

You shrug and turn your attention elsewhere. “What goes around comes around.”

You glance back at him as he growls and approaches you. You quickly press a few buttons to turn on the answering machine message. “Listen to this.”

After listening to the answering machine message, he scratches behind his ear and looks to you. “So?”

“That’s not the message we recorded and if my dad heard it, he might get the wrong idea again and rush over here like last time.” You answer, thinking of the last time your father made a surprise visit.

“He wouldn’t come all the way to Tokyo from Osaka just for that.” Inuyasha replies irritably. “Anybody could have just called, don’t make random excuses that aren’t good enough to hop up from the couch for.”

“If that’s true then he wouldn’t have come last time. You’d feel differently if you were there when he came.”

He narrows his eyes and steps closer to you. “What’s this really about?”

“I told you,” You frown and step back to lean against the bookcase. “I don’t want him to misunderstand.”

“What’s-“ When the phone abruptly cuts him off, he snatches it up before you can. “Yeah? … Ah…” He grumbles an apology to the person on the other end of the phone and hands the phone to you a little forcefully.

You watch, not much surprised as he walks away silently. You smile and put the phone to your ear. “Hi mom!”

Lightly tapping your fingers on the outer sides of the cake box in your lap, you gaze around Matsui’s apartment. The layout of his apartment seems identical to yours besides the extra furniture in room and tables in the room, unlike yours. Your gaze falls on the fake flames burning inside of the pseudo fireplace before you. On top of the fireplace stood a few candles along with several pictures of who must be relatives of the couple.

You glance to the loveseat set across from the couch where Matsui sits. From Michiko’s absence of the room, he’s seems to have become more nervous probably because of the direction the conversation was going, or wasn’t. On the couch, beside you, Inuyasha sits bored, and not very eager to be here. Since Matsui left him out while inviting you, he thought that you would be coming alone.

The kitchen door swings open and Michiko Matsui enters the room. Michiko Matsui is a young cat demon with chin-length dark gold hair with cat ears on top, nicely tanned skin, and a swishing gold tail behind her.

“Dinner’s ready, it only needs to be brought to the table.” Michiko says.

“Good, I’ll help.” You reply, and stand.

“No, no, you’re the guest, Ms. ___, I’ll do it.” Matsui says and quickly follows Michiko back into the kitchen.

You turn to Inuyasha and sigh. “Don’t look so disinterested, it’s rude.”

He narrows his eyes and glares at you in a simple way to tell you where to shove it.

You huff at him, frowning. “You-“

“Wow, this smells delicious!” Matsui says, walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of food.

Michiko smiles, and sets the dishes on the table with Matsui. “Did you bring that cake for dessert, Ms. ___? Thanks, I’ll take it.”

“Oh, yes.” You answer and hand her the cake box.

She sets it on a free space on the table and you take your seat at the table along with Inuyasha. Quietly, the dinner commences.

They have a nice apartment, most likely displaying more of Michiko’s tastes than Matsui’s. (Imaging your own apartment paling in comparison, you feel a sudden urge to put more effort into decorating.) Michiko is quite a good cook, too and she seems pleasant. Inuyasha must have been exaggerating when he told you about what he saw and heard near their apartment earlier.

You compliment Michiko on the food and question her about the recipe, to which she replies with a thank you and then politely tells you that the recipe is a family secret. On the other side of the table, Matsui is having more of a difficult time striking up a conversation with a peevish Inuyasha.

After several minutes of trying to nudge more than two words at a time from Inuyasha, Matsui gives up altogether. Once again, you feel a bit of pity for the guy and question him about his wonderful honeymoon in Hawaii with Michiko. The newlyweds reply with smiles and both eagerly describe their visit to the island.

Michiko presses her fingers to her mouth suppressing a giggle. Her clipped, polished claws glint in the light. “Oh, pardon us; this must be awkward for you two.”

You look to the cat lady curiously. “No, not at all. Why would you think that?”

“Oh, um...” She glances to her husband who seems to be quite intent on staring at the opposite wall now. “I didn’t mean to offend you; it’s just that I’ve heard a few things about you and Mr. Inuyasha around the building.”

You raise a brow in interest. “What did you hear? Don’t worry; it would definitely take more than this to offend either of us.”

“Alright,” She glances back to Matsui, and hesitantly goes on. “I’ve heard that you and Mr. Inuyasha are having a lot of problems in your relationship between all of your constant arguing and fighting, of course.”

You blink and smile at the sudden information. “I guess that’s how we normally act, but we don’t fight and argue constantly. It probably doesn’t seem this way, but we’re actually happy.”

“Really? You could discuss your problems with Chad, and I any time, and we’ll listen and help you.” Michiko smiles sadly. “We can be friends, Ms. ___, you don’t have to hide it. It’s pretty obvious about how unhappy Mr. Inuyasha is right now, perhaps with something you did or said?”

You pause and look away from Michiko, refraining from looking in Inuyasha’s direction. “The reason we came here was to talk about what happened last week, since Mr. Chad was having such a hard time talking to you about it.”

“Oh, yes.” Michiko takes a sip of her drink. “It’s pretty hard for anyone to not notice someone flaunting their skimpy underwear around. Is this the problem that Mr. Inuyasha is unhappy about?”

“I wasn’t. I don’t know how it happened, but it was an accident. Whatever problem that Inuyasha and I may have, it’s not involved here.” You reply, slightly annoyed with the other woman’s choice of words.

“So you admit you have a problem.”

“The real problem here is that you threw Mr. Chad out of his own apartment before hearing what he had to say.” You look to Michiko sharply. “Poor Mr. Chad had to wait a week for us to come back just to get back inside his home to get a decent change of clothes.”

Michiko sits taken aback momentarily before glaring at you. “That was before I knew that a woman like you lived in the building. I’m sure the other proper women would never…”

“You mean the gossips? Mr. Chad seems to be a nice guy; he’ll attract women no matter what, not just women like me, even if it’s untrue.” You return her glare. “And if that’s what you’re worried about, then maybe you should stop being such a bitch and think about how poor Mr. Chad would be attracted to another woman if not for what you’re already doing, but for what you’re not doing.”

“Happy now?”

You dig your fork into your slice of cake and frown. “No, and dinner wasn’t even that good. It was pretty dry and salty to me.”

Inuyasha sighs, and rises from the couch. He picks up the first aid kit from the coffee table and rounds the couch.

“Ms. Michiko even had the nerve to ask about our problems that she’s heard about like she didn’t kick Mr. Chad out of their apartment last week.” You huff, and chew a chunk of cake. “I think we should go back and talk to them again soon.”

Inuyasha pauses on his way to the next room and turns to you incredulously. “Are you nuts?”

You shift in your seat to look back at him. “Well, since we do live in the same building, we shouldn’t be on bad terms, and Ms. Michiko looked pretty angry.” You face forwards, looking to the TV. “You don’t want any cake?”

Gripping the first aid kit in his hand, he sighs heavily and turns around. “I’m going to bed.”

“Ok, I’m going as soon as I finish this slice of cake.”

Thursday 22, February 2001

“This one is nice. It even has a little chime.” You say showing your husband the decorated card.

“This one is better.” He takes a card from the opposite rack and shows it to you.

You frown and look inside the card he selected. “Isn’t this kinda plain?”

“It’s cheaper.”

You give him a look and set the plainer card back on the rack.

He scoffs, “And better than that cutesy ass card.”

“They like the little card chimes.” You say in defense of your card, and look at him disapprovingly. “It may be cutesy, but it’s better than the one you picked up. That one would only be good enough to blow their noses with in despair when they realize that their godson was too cheap to buy them a decent card.”

“What the hell happened to the ‘it’s the thought that counts’?” He scowls. “That old man doesn’t deserve a decent card after giving me that huge tab.”

You sigh and open a different card from the rack. “You’re still thinking about that?”

“You do know that when he bills me, he’s billing you, too, and that he wants money from the both of us. Last time I checked, we don’t have that kinda money.”

“Hmph, please remember we, our, and us for later when you’re talking about who’s earning the money.” You grumble, slipping a card back onto a rack. “They’re a funny couple, I’m sure the whole thing is just a joke.”

You reach down and select a card from the lower part of the rack. “This one is funny, and the coffin and skeletons are cute.”

Inuyasha glances over your shoulder at the card. “And cheaper, good, get that one, let’s go.”

“We’re not done yet, we still have to find a gift.” You reply, and set the card in your shopping cart. You walk out of the aisle and look around. “Perhaps a rice cooker would be repetitive.”

Inuyasha sighs heavily, and follows you out of the aisle. You glance back at him. “Why don’t we split up? You can get what’s left on the list and I’ll look for a gift.”

He shrugs. “Sure.”

“Take the cart. Let’s meet up at the bakery, ok?”

“Ah.” He steers the cart in the opposite direction. You smile and wave shortly before wandering down the next aisle.

You narrow your eyes and stare down the cakes contained in the plastic boxes before you. One cake is coated with fluffy, white frosting and decorated with colorful, pretty flowers and the cake beside that one is much simpler with the same fluffy frosting, but with chopped strawberries in a pattern on top.

“Don’t drool.” Inuyasha rolls up the cart behind you.

“Shut up.” You turn to him. “We’ve had enough cake for a while anyway, with wedding cake and from yesterday. Maybe I’ll bring them onigiri.”

“As a gift?” Inuyasha asks confused.

“No, silly, for Ms. Michiko, and Mr. Chad.” You answer, walking away from the table of cakes.

Inuyasha scowls, following you behind the cart. “You’d go back there after what happened last night?”

“I don’t want to leave it on bad terms. We could all be friends if it weren’t for that.”

“Don’t you have enough friends? Enough crazy ones? I don’t want you going back to their apartment, or even talking to them.” He says, stressing his point by glaring at you.

“Inuyasha, it wasn’t even that bad.” You reply, frowning at the half demon.

“Keep that spray I gave you on you every time you leave the apartment. Do you want me to show you how to use it again?” He asks ignoring your statement.

“I remember, press the little switch on the bottom of the bottle…”

“You’ll know what to do if either of them try to get near you.”

You sigh. “I think they’re nice people, and I’m sure if they had a chance they could prove it.”

“You’re not talking to them again, so forget about it.” He replies firmly.

You sigh and glance at him annoyed. “Since when do you tell me what to do?”

“Since I’m telling you to.”

“Well, I’m not-“

You stop when he abruptly swerves the cart in front of you. You stare at him surprised and step away from him accidentally bumping into the shelf behind you. He glares at you, nears you closely, and presses his hand down on the rack on the side of you that isn't blocked by the cart.

"Inuyasha! What are you doing?" You glance around, calming slightly when you see that the area’s empty.

He leans in closer to you, almost near enough to meet your lips. His narrowed eyes stare down at you heatedly. "You're not what?"

You frown and stare back at him defiantly. "I..."

Down the aisle, another shopper's cart squeaks as it turns the corner of the aisle. Inuyasha snags a pack of batteries of the rack beside your head and pushes the cart into the next aisle. You follow him, eyeing the selection on the shelves. Several minutes of walking in silence, you forget the cause of the silence when you spot a certain piece of furniture.

You walk to the display, and sit down on top of the waterbed with a happy sigh. "Look, they're selling waterbeds!"

Walking ahead, Inuyasha stops and turns to you. "So?"

“Let’s get one!”

“What’s wrong with the bed we have?”

You bounce lightly on the waterbed. “It’s not filled with water, of course.”

“You either get that or something for Granny Shouga and the old man.”

You look down at the waterbed, seeming torn. “…”

He sighs. “Give that to the old man, and Granny Shouga and you’ll get it back when they die. Problem solved, let’s go.”

“…I don’t think I would want it then.”

“Make up your mind.”

“I guess someone should be enjoying this.” You sigh sadly and pat the bed.

“Right.”

You watch as he turns and continues to walk ahead down the aisle. “Hey, can you help me with this box? It looks kinda heavy.”

Inuyasha curses as he shoves the large box through the apartment door. Having got inside of the apartment a few minutes earlier, you stand up from the couch and smile watching him slowly push the big box over the carpet to the corner of the room. You walk to him and lean on top of the big box as he pauses to pant and sweat.

You smile brightly at him. “You’re so strong. It’s a good thing we didn’t drive; it wouldn’t have fit in the car.”

“Yeah, yeah, get off the damn box.”

You do as he says, walk around the box, and remove the grocery bags hanging from his arm. “Hang in there, I’ll go put the groceries away and start on dinner.”

You take the bags into the kitchen and begin to unload the groceries before snagging a cold beer out of the refrigerator and walk into the next room. You smile softly seeing your husband sprawled out on the couch.

“I brought you a beer.”

He grunts in gratitude and takes the cold can from you, while eyeing the remote set a few paces away on top of the TV.

“You look tired, why don’t you go take a nap, and I’ll get you when dinner’s ready?”

He takes a second to think it over and stands up. “Alright.”

“I’ll take your jacket.” You help him out of his jacket and set it aside over the couch. “If you want a snack or something while I get dinner ready, I can get for you.”

He pauses at the bedroom door. “A sandwich?”

“Sure.”

“And some potato chips?”

“Of course.”

“From the new bag and not the stale bag in the cabinet.”

Your smile twitches slightly. “I wouldn’t do that.”

With a grunt, he enters the bedroom and you exit the room into the kitchen. After making and giving him his snacks, you return to the kitchen, put away the groceries, and begin to make dinner. Minutes later, after hearing a knock on the apartment door, you exit the kitchen and look out of the peephole of the door.

You look back warily to the bedroom door, open the door partly, and peek out. “Good evening, Mr. Chad.”

“Good evening, Ms. ____, may I come in?” Matsui asks, smiling weakly.

“I-I don’t think you should.” You stammer softly, hearing a soft thump from the direction of the bedroom. You glance back nervously.

Matsui sighs. “It’s because of yesterday, isn’t it? Ms. ___, we-“ He blinks catching the stammer and nervousness in your voice. “Are you afraid?”

You laugh lightly and whisper. “Of course not, why would I be?”

He runs his finger through his hair, frowning. “Naturally, anyone would be, after what-“

“Really, I’m ok, everything’s fine!” You cut him off quickly, hearing a louder thump from the bedroom. “If that’s all you were worried about, then just know that everything is fine.”

“Michiko and I are just very sorry about what happened last night- wait, why are we whispering?”

“Inuyasha’s taking a nap and he’s cranky when he wakes up too soon.” You reply softly, slowly closing the door. “And I’m cooking dinner, so if you will excuse me...”

“Ms. ____, wait!” Matsui presses against the door preventing you from closing. “We really feel sorry about what happened, Michiko and I want to invite you over for dinner to apologize.”

“It’s fine, no apology necessary.” You continue to press the door close, but stop when Matsui shoves his foot through.

“I insist! We’ll take you out, our treat! How about to the restaurant down the street, on Monday?”

“We have a prior arrangement on Monday.” You bite your lip, hoping Matsui will give up eventually.

“What about this Saturday? I will not leave here, Ms. ___, until you agree to let us take you out on an apology dinner.”

Later the night, you sit in the steaming water in the bathtub. Inuyasha sits deeply in the water in front of you, leaning his head against your chest. He sighs, enjoying the hot water and the soft touch of your fingers massaging the muscles of his chest.

“The water’s nice, isn’t it? It’s not too hot or too cool.” You say softly. He grunts in reply, closing his eyes.

“Mr. Chad came to the door earlier, and he invited out to dinner. We’re going to meet him and Ms. Michiko on Saturday at the restaurant down the street, you know at the one we go to sometimes.”

“You talked to him after I told you not to.” He mutters, frowning.

“He wouldn’t leave until I said we would, and they want to apologize, so hopefully that’ll be the end of it.” You add and frown. “I never said that I wouldn’t talk to them again, and if I never did talk to them again it wouldn’t be because you told me to. I’ll do what I want with or without your permission.”

Inuyasha sits up and turns, glaring at you hotly.
Yay! I narrowed the gap between updates! Next, I’ll subtract another month, and try for a couple weeks. Cheer for me please! I’ll get started on Part Nine right now. Anyhow, Michako Matsui’s name has been changed to Michiko Matsui because I looked up Michako and it doesn’t seem to be a real name.
I’ve been attempting to stick the ‘you’ character with a personality. Optimistic, passive-aggressive, and maybe even a little nutty. If anyone has a problem, opinion, or critique for that, please say so.
Thanks for reading, see you next time! (And hopefully in a shorter time gap.)
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Devotion that Withstands Time