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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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Note: Is anyone like a master at summary writing? Because it has been brought to my attention numerous times by numerous people that my summary writing skills are below average and I have a few stories that need above average summaries, both one-shots and multi-chapter. Please? You get sneak peeeeeeks…
I almost never develop a summary until it’s time to post my story, and then I kinda just panic and smash the keyboard, so anyone who can do better than that is A-okay in my book.
Eight: Settle Down
Inuyasha walked up the steep stairs, wondering exactly why he was back here. Sighing to himself, he took the steps three at a time, fast enough to make himself stop fidgeting but slow enough to give him time to think. If it weren’t for Kagome’s rapidly accelerating pregnancy he wouldn’t be here at all, but there was just something he had to do. Sighing, he eyed the red torii gates he had painted just a few months ago, remembering how he had been perched on them the first time he had admired Kagome’s body. A part of him wished to go back to those times. They were simpler, although he had struggled with what he had thought to be an unrequited love towards and bizarre fascination with a bratty teenage girl. Now, however, he had come almost full circle to where he had been before he’d run away from home. It turned out, not at all surprisingly, that Sesshomaru had confused “secretary” with “sex slave and punching bag”. Even so, he was willing to suffer through all that if Kagome could be happy and well fed. Now they even had health insurance and Kagome went to the doctor’s regularly, the demonic pregnancy taking a toll on her human body.
He’d be sure to mention her daughter’s health to Mrs. Higurashi in order to awaken her maternal feelings. A little sympathy certainly wouldn’t hurt his cause. What he had come for was of the utmost importance, and if he didn’t leave with her agreement today, he didn’t know what he’d do.
Inhaling deeply before exhaling, Inuyasha knocked on the old screen door, the frame still slightly dented from where Kagome had kicked it open the first day he saw her. He had never gotten around to fixing that, preferring to work outside more since it was where Kagome had spent most of her time. He heard the shuffling of slipper-encased feet making their way to the door, picturing the ratty old gray things Mrs. Higurashi nearly always had on. When she was in sight, he stiffened. She was the one who had all the power here. Things could either go his way, or they could go terribly wrong. When she finally saw who was at her door, her mouth dropped open slightly in shock and her eyes scanned his frame, noticing the fine suit he wore instead of the dirty jeans and t-shirts she had been accustomed to seeing him in. Inuyasha drew himself up taller, subconsciously copying Sesshomaru, wanting to appear powerful.
“What do you want?” she asked suspiciously, her tone not in the least bit hospitable. She left the screen door closed.
“Just to talk,” he said soothingly, trying to remind himself of how he’d wronged her in order to keep from becoming angry.
“I don’t have anything to say to you or to her,” she scowled, turning to leave.
“Kagome’s sick,” he burst out. She stopped in her tracks and turned, but the look on her face was strange. Like she thought some almighty power had taken her side and was punishing her enemies. He continued, stumbling over his words, “Carrying a demonic baby isn’t easy, and it’s especially hard on her since she didn’t have any help during the beginning of her pregnancy.” He left out the part that he’d been too poor and too ignorant to care for her properly. He hadn’t even given a thought to what they were going to do when she went into labor. He supposed some part of him had just thought he’d be the one to deliver the baby, even though he hadn’t any idea how.
“And what am I supposed to do about that?” she said, looking bored and very much unlike the woman he had known. Inuyasha stared at her, studying the changes. She had let her gray hair grow out, the texture frizzy compared to the rest of her smooth, dyed black waves. Mrs. Higurashi wore no make-up and looked to be at least ten years older. It gave him a strange feeling, like he had when younger and all his childhood playmates had continued to mature and get married and get real jobs and he had just stayed in the same eighteen-year-old body with the same eighteen-year-old lifestyle. This time, however, it had only been months instead of years.
Shaking his head, he pulled a folded paper from his suit pocket. “You can sign this,” he said, holding it up so she’d see. Her face went gray and her lips twitched angrily. “I want to marry Kagome,” he explained unnecessarily. “She’s still too young, so we need your permission.” When she just continued to stare at the document, he continued, “I’m willing to pay. Name your price.”
The twitching of her lip became quicker and quicker, and Inuyasha couldn’t help but stare at it. After a few incredibly uncomfortable seconds, she began to laugh, more of a snorting and barking thing than that practiced tinkling of bells he had heard before. It went on long enough that he contemplated leaving, but came to a stop just as he was about to back up and get the hell away.
“No!” she yelled, her face twisted in rage. “No! You stole my daughter from me, ruined me, ruined her, and you want my permission to keep her? You can both burn in hell for all I care!”
Inuyasha growled. It was one thing to be angry at him, but to say that about Kagome? If Mrs. Higurashi had been a mister, he would have punched her square in the nose.
“If you were any kind of decent fucking parent,” he began, letting loose only some of his internal rage, “you would have banned Kagome from seeing me and shut her up in that house until she forgot my face. But you just handed her over like she was a leftover dish of food you didn’t like. How do you think she feels about that?!” he roared. Too often he had been awoken by the sound of Kagome weeping, tearing him apart with guilt, but she always dried her tears for his sake and assured him she only felt bad about her mother’s reaction, not that she regretted anything with him or that she held their relationship against him.
“Goodbye, Inuyasha,” Mrs. Higurashi said calmly, shuffling back to whatever it was she had been doing before he’d arrived.
Choking on his failure, Inuyasha clenched his fists until his claws pierced his flesh and the blood stained the paper he still held. He had known from the very beginning that it was a lost cause, but he had wanted to surprise Kagome. He had been working for Sesshomaru for a month now and had more than enough money for their little family. Inuyasha hadn’t yet formally proposed to her, but he wanted to make sure they could actually get married before he did so. The ring had been picked out and purchased since the day after he’d gotten the new job and the venue was chosen and everything planned. The only thing missing was the bride, or, more accurately, the mother of the bride’s consent to let her young daughter marry. He knew Kagome well enough to feel confident she’d say yes even though everything in their life screamed at her to say no. The girl never had developed any common sense.
They were alike that way, as in many others.
Sighing, Inuyasha retreated. He was a proud man, and dragging himself to face a woman he’d wronged had made him feel physically ill. He’d told himself he’d cared for her, but when it really came down to it, she was just a good fuck and a meal ticket. For fuck’s sake, he hadn’t ever even asked her what her first name was!
There was only one option left that he could think of, but that was even less desirable than what he had just tried. Still, he wanted this. He wanted Kagome. Never again would she be called a slut by the stupid kids at her school. A married woman couldn’t be a slut, not in his mind. She would be Mrs. Taisho and their child would have his name as well, the name he’d thought he’d abandoned years ago. It was one of the only things he could give her now, so he would.
Nearly flying down the steps in his urgency to get his business taken care of, Inuyasha thought about how nice it would be to have a wife. Never before had he even considered that he could be a family man or a salary man, but now he was. She had given that to him. If he overlooked the bad stuff, life was going smoothly and trending upwards. Kagome would say yes, they’d have sex, he’d give her money for a dress and invitations and let her do all that since women seemed to like those sorts of things. And then they’d get married and that was where it all ended in his mind. Thinking about the pregnancy still made him sweat.
The large office building where he spent all his daylight hours was finally in sight. The guards knew him well enough now to open the doors without being prompted, smiling at him and waving him in, groveling before him as much as they did with his brother. Inuyasha’s lips curled in disgust and he reflexively attempted to cover up with a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else. Gesturing for them to leave, he entered the elevator, detesting seeing his reflection in its mirrored walls. Impatiently, he jabbed the button for the top with his finger, fitting his claw into the keyhole for the top floor and wiggling it just so. Sesshomaru had given him a key, but he preferred not to use it. Something like that just made things feel too intimate.
Barging in through the heavy doors, long having overcome his fear (or just stuffed it so far inside that it couldn’t bother him anymore), Inuyasha barked out, “I need a fuckin’ favor!”
His brother sat at his desk, calmly drinking some sort of expensive tea and going through his emails on his tablet. Placing his delicate little porcelain cup down, he nodded and said, “After you say hello properly.”
Inuyasha grimaced as Sesshomaru began to unzip his pants and change. Some disconnected part of himself laughed internally at seeing a giant white dog sitting all prim and proper in a seat much too small for it. He wasn’t at his full size, and the suit he was wearing had disappeared. He still didn’t know what happened to the clothes, never having had the courage to ask over the years. Did he really need to unzip his pants? Would something get stuck if he didn’t? The longer he thought about it, the less he cared. Silently, he dropped to his knees, parting the thick white fur to reveal the blister-red penis that was, appropriately, shaped like a canine’s. Taking care not to let his expression reveal how much he hated this, as that would only heighten the demon’s pleasure, Inuyasha started with small licks, covering the rod before taking it completely in his mouth, wishing his sense of smell wasn’t quite so good. Sesshomaru liked it when Inuyasha got rough and used his fangs, although he had to be very precise with the amount of pressure or he’d wind up with a jaw broken by the disgustingly giant cock once again. He really wouldn’t know how to explain something like that to Kagome.
Kagome.
Growling, he quickened his pace. He’d already left the office for the day and had no desire to be back in the hated place. If it weren’t for such an earnest reason, he wouldn’t have even dreamed of coming back. But there was no way he was going to let Kagome be just his girlfriend or his mistress or his baby mama or his common law whatever. She was special to him, and her status would reflect that soon enough. Finally, Sesshomaru released in his mouth, and Inuyasha almost blessed the salty, bitter mixture that slid down his throat since it meant that soon he’d be getting his way.
Immediately, the demon began to change back into his humanoid form, not the least bit out of breath or anything less than perfectly composed. Inuyasha waited until the zipper on his suit pants was pulled up before clearing his throat and serving himself a glass from a pitcher of water without the other man’s permission, a small act of defiance.
“I need to get married, but her mother won’t give consent,” he muttered.
Sesshomaru sighed. “You do know she needs to be at least sixteen, right? Even with parental permission.”
“I know that!” he scowled. “I wanted to do it on her birthday.”
“I fail to understand the fascination you and Father have with mortals,” the older demon said with a quick roll of his eyes.
“So can you do it or not?” Inuyasha asked in aggravation. He didn’t like giving head for nothing.
“Of course I can, you idiot.” Inuyasha’s shoulders sagged in relief. “But you have to work for it.”
“What do I have to do?” he said in a tone that revealed he’d do anything. He just hoped it wasn’t another one of those gross orgies Sesshomaru used to be so fond of before.
Sesshomaru leaned back in his chair and looked at him from narrowed eyes. “You remember Jaken, correct?”
Inuyasha nodded. The toad demon was one of the most annoying creatures he’d ever encountered. He’d had the misfortune of growing up listening to his stories of how great Sesshomaru was, which he felt contributed in no small part to the fear that had caused him to stay in that abusive home for as long as he did. Even now, a ball of hatred formed in his gut just from hearing that name.
“I ain’t fucking that freak,” he growled, glaring at his brother.
The corners of Sesshomaru’s mouth turned up just a bit. “That is not what I had in mind. My former retainer has become something of a nuisance lately. Starting a family made him somewhat hesitant when following my orders, and I cannot allow that,” he said calmly, a touch of warning in his voice. “He has carried out his last service to me and now I fear it is time I terminate him.”
Inuyasha smiled so wide his fangs showed. “So all I’ve gotta do is waste that green moron and I get to marry Kagome?”
He nodded. “Him and those he chose as family. Leave no one alive and bring back that staff as well. The documents will be given to you upon your return. I’d prefer for this to be finished this very evening.”
The idea of having to kill innocents briefly made his stomach turn, but then again, this was Jaken. Who in their right mind would settle down with that psycho? The ring box felt heavy in his pocket and Inuyasha longed to take it out and present it to Kagome, to prove to her she hadn’t made a terrible choice in being with him. This was the only opportunity he had left to make her his officially before her pregnancy ran its course.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” he said with a nod. That would be more than enough time.
“I’ll make some calls. Jaken resides at this address,” Sesshomaru said, handing him a small piece of folded paper. “Don’t mess this up.”
Inuyasha took off out of the room and down the hall, wishing he could claw his way down the elevator shaft instead of waiting for the damn thing to move. Why was everything so goddamn slow all of a sudden?! Unfolding the paper as he walking out of the building, he saw that he recognized the street, having worked several houses in that area over the years. It was a nice area, nicer than scum like Jaken deserved. Mostly upper middle class homes that were spacious with big yards, not quite cookie cutter but still horribly suburban. Cracking his knuckles, he took to the rooftops, suspending his prematurely triumphant grin for the time being so as not to catch any bugs.
The sun had just set and there were lights within the home. Inuyasha crept towards the place without fear of being heard, seen, or smelled. Jaken was weak even among his own kind and likely had not improved since they’d last met. Not able to spy anything through the window from his current vantage point, Inuyasha decided to just get the whole thing over with and went to the front door, sliding in his claw and feeling around until he heard the right series of clicks and pushed the door open. There was laughter from upstairs, the artificial kind. Some sitcom had been left playing on a television. Not even bothering to muffle the sound of his footsteps, Inuyasha casually walked up the stairs and made a right, entering what he assumed was the master bedroom. A female toad demon, distinguishable from Jaken only by her scent and choice of clothing, had been dozing on a king-sized bed but was now waking up.
Before it could open its beak to scream, Inuyasha had severed the head from the stubby body, shaking the green, gooey blood off his hands in disgust. There was the sound of someone pissing in the bathroom adjoined to the room and Inuyasha, impatient as always, kicked down the door. His eyes were met by the unpleasant sight of Jaken pulling up his pants in a panic but continuing to urinate, visibly wetting himself. Not breathing through his nose, Inuyasha raised his hands to strike.
“Sesshomaru-sama!” Jaken shrieked, terrified. “Save your servant, O Great Sesshomaru-sama!”
Inuyasha smirked. “Who do you think sent me?”
The shocked, betrayed look on Jaken’s face made him grin, and he decapitated him in the same fashion he had decapitated his mate. Going to the sink, he washed his hands, using nearly the entire bottle of liquid lavender-scented hand soap. The thick, green, mucus-like blood was stuck underneath his claws and made them itch to get clean. When he was done, he walked out of the bathroom and to the television, turning off the device and ending the stupid goddamn laugh track once and for all. The Staff of Two Heads was leaning against the door of the closet and he grabbed it quickly. Still not breathing through his nose, he made his way back to the stairs, intending to make a hasty retreat and be back at the office before the 45-minute mark.
He was halfway down when he heard the baby crying.
At first, he just thought maybe another television was on, or a radio, or something. But he knew he wasn’t that lucky. Never had been and never would be. Reluctantly, he went back up the stairs, into the small room to the left of the master bedroom, the one he had previously ignored. Gently, he turned the doorknob, his eyes immediately assaulted by bright blue and yellow decorations. A boy. Kagome was sure their baby would be a boy, too. Crossing the small room in just a few steps, he looked into the wooden crib, looming over it. The baby was young enough to still be cute, although he didn’t think of it that way. It was green, like its parents, and had giant eyes and a very round face. Had Kagome been there, she would have cooed and picked it up, talking to it in a nonsense voice. She did that sort of thing with all babies nowadays, talking to the women in their building and asking questions, caressing the face of each child as though it was her own. Maybe he could keep it? Give it to Kagome as some sort of gift? Maybe even a pet? But no, Sesshomaru had said to leave no one alive.
And the crying was starting to piss him off, anyway.
Silently, he debated how he was going to end it. The other two deaths had been quick, maybe even painless for them. But he had no desire to get that disgusting ooze under his claws again. Add to that he wasn’t sure he could go through with it if he had to rend the child’s flesh. And the damn thing just kept crying! He hoped the kid Kagome had would be quieter. Suddenly, an idea came to him, one that solved both his problems. Lifting up the little pillow from behind the baby’s head, he swiftly brought it down on its face, holding it in place and trying to pretend it was nothing.
An old memory came back to him. When he had been just a child, too young to go to school, his mother had given him a kitten for his birthday, putting a bow around its neck and everything. He had been delighted with the cat, giving it the name Nekoyasha and taking it everywhere with him. There had still been genuine happiness in his life back then, as it was before Sesshomaru had started that specific soul-crushing sort of abuse he had remained so very fond of through the years.
One morning, he couldn’t find Nekoyasha anywhere and searched the entire house, which took hours for one so young. Only when he couldn’t find his beloved pet in any of the other rooms did he check Sesshomaru’s room. Sesshomaru was already fully grown and had been for longer than Inuyasha had been alive, but still stayed with his father in order to be properly trained as heir. Inuyasha didn’t understand that at the time. All he knew was he didn’t like Sesshomaru and didn’t want to go into his room. But he did, overcoming his fear for Nekoyasha.
Sesshomaru had the cat in his lap and was petting it. Inuyasha immediately became angry, not liking that something he loved would be so comfortable with another.
“That’s my cat!” he shouted, stomping his foot. He was on the verge of calling his mother, but suddenly they were in the bathroom, and Sesshomaru had him by the scruff of the neck.
“Cats and dogs aren’t supposed to be friends,” he explained in an almost kindly fashion. The coldness seeped through, though. “Prove you are your father’s son and end this farce.”
Not knowing what he meant, Inuyasha just gaped at the sight of his little Nekoyasha in the sink, meowing at him as though asking what was going on. Letting go of his neck and putting his hands over Inuyasha’s as though teaching him to write, Sesshomaru brought them to the kitten and enveloped both hands around its neck. Inuyasha struggled, but his grip was impossible to escape. Nekoyasha did the same, weakly clawing not at its master but at his brother. Tears fell down his face and he sobbed, screaming for his mother, who never came. In the moment, he had forgotten that she was outside gardening and that humans didn’t have such good hearing. When it was finally over and both victims had stopped struggling, Sesshomaru stepped back and wiped his hands on the back of Inuyasha’s tiny red polo shirt.
“Keep your things out of my room,” he said sternly.
Inuyasha ran. When his mother came back, he crashed right into her arms and started crying, but said nothing of what had made him cry, too afraid of Sesshomaru, knowing he could hurt him and his mother without a care or any effort. Worried, quickly becoming frantic, she asked what was wrong, but Inuyasha just shook his head and sobbed Nekoyasha’s name. His mother assumed the cat had run away and later offered to buy him another, but he refused.
Feeling numb, present day Inuyasha removed his hands from the still child. It had stopped moving several minutes ago.
He left the house as it was and fled the scene, knowing Sesshomaru would take care of it. He had people for that sort of thing. If anyone had managed to see him, that would be taken care of as well. The most it would ever amount to was maybe a blog post on some looney conspiracy blog. That was all that ever happened.
Before he even really realized it, he was back at the office and in front of Sesshomaru’s door, which opened before he could get to it. His brother was standing there, an impatient and withdrawn look on his face. Inuyasha had known he hadn’t gone over the hour limit he’d imposed on himself, so that look must have been concerning another matter. Disgusted by the feeling of the staff in his hands, he flung it past his brother and onto the leather sofa. The taller man flipped a piece of paper towards him with the name of a judge and turned around, dismissing him.
“Is this it?” Inuyasha asked, bending over to pick the paper off the ground. It seemed like such a small issue now. And he had done so much.
Sesshomaru nodded. “Go and inform your woman of the wedding date, which I will not be attending, by the way. And do not bother me. I am going to enjoy Jaken’s final gift,” he said, his voice becoming soft but still retaining its cold, steely quality.
Inuyasha nodded, trying to ignore the inquisitive voice of a female child that he heard coming from somewhere in Sesshomaru’s office. Why even bother poking his nose where it didn’t belong now? At this point, he was far too involved to ever be a whistleblower, even if he really wanted to be. Shaking his head, he stuffed the paper in his pocket and continued onward, thoughts centered on Kagome now. He had to get her out of the shitty apartment and take her somewhere nice. First he’d take her shopping again and buy her some nice dresses, telling her to wear one out of the store, where they’d stroll on over to the best restaurant in the area. There, he’d pull out the ring and tell her how precious she was to him and ask her to be his formally. With how wrong everything had already gone this evening, he knew there was nowhere to go but up.
A sigh leaving his lips, he trudged up the stairs littered with garbage and empty fast food bags and unsupervised children, wishing he had a working window to enter through. That way he could jump in and avoid all the horrific smells and sounds he always experienced on the way up or down. Unfortunately, their one window was just a solid piece of glass with no way to move it at all. The frame was loose and let in water, creating a weird warped look on the paint. When it was windy, it made a howling sound that brought wolves to mind, always making him on edge. The sooner he could get Kagome out of this place, the better.
Immediately when he entered his apartment, he knew things were going to get difficult. The scent of tears filled the small space. Not the sad kind that made him feel helpless, not the happy kind that made him feel soft inside, but the angry kid that made him want to run for the hills. Kagome had been experiencing more mood swings lately. The last one was just two days ago, when she had tried to tie her shoes and got frustrated realizing she couldn’t bend over in a comfortable fashion. Inuyasha had spent maybe four hours in total telling her she wasn’t fat and he still thought she was pretty, and no, he wouldn’t leave her for some random anorexic bitch whore slut at the office.
“Kagome?” he murmured, wishing he had some kind of cutesy nickname for her, thinking that might calm her down.
“Did you bring me a McFlurry?” she asked in a trembling voice, nothing but a little lump in his sleeping bag. He had wanted to buy a bed, but thought it more prudent to save up for a place first.
“What?” he asked, confused.
Kagome threw the sleeping bag open and sat up, her face screwed up in anger. “I asked you for a McFlurry,” she said, almost sounding calm. The clenched jaw kind of gave her away, though.
“No you didn’t,” he retorted. “I would have gotten it if you had.”
“I asked you this morning when I was tying your tie,” she said, eyes blazing with a fury previously only seen in attacking soldiers.
He rolled his eyes. “No, you just told me to have a good day. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t get it, anyway. You’ve been having too many of those lately.”
It was only when her eye began to twitch that he knew he’d said something horribly wrong.
“So now I’m fat and a liar?!” she shrieked, more tears running down her face.
His mouth fell open in his terror. “N-no, I never said that!”
“Why do you hate me?!” she sobbed, covering her face. “I told you I thought swallowing was weird now since the baby gets all its nourishment from me, but if you really—“
Inuyasha tuned her out, somewhat embarrassed that his neighbors could hear through the painfully thin walls. If he let Kagome go off on a tangent like this, she could go at it for hours until she forgot what she was talking about. How could he best defuse the situation?
“I did get you something…” he said softly, fumbling around in his pocket. This certainly wasn’t the way he had envisioned doing things, but if it would prevent another fight, then he’d make the sacrifice, especially if it distracted her from murdering him in her hormonal rage. “Here.” He knelt before her and placed the ring container on her lap.
Kagome removed her hands from her face and looked at the little black velvet box. “This isn’t a McFlurry.”
“Open it up,” he urged, his heart pounding in his ears.
Glaring at him, Kagome did so, gasping when she saw the platinum ring with the big diamond surrounded by a cluster of sapphires and smaller diamonds. “Oh…”
“The sapphires reminded me of your eyes,” he said shyly, feeling a bit less than his idea of masculine. “So… what do you say?”
“What do I say?” she repeated blankly.
“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Yes or, uh, yeah.”
Her big blue eyes raised to his, made brighter by her tears. Hypnotized by their beauty, her beauty, he leaned in to kiss her, only to reel back when he felt something hit his nose.
“No!” Kagome yelled.
“W-what?” he breathed, rubbing his nose and staring at the box on the floor between them. Kagome still held the ring clutched in her fist, which seemed to be shaking with the urge to sock him. Growing angry as well, he yelled back, “What the fuck do you mean ‘no’?!” He had thought this would be the one easy thing of the day. He had thought she was the one reliable person in his life.
“How much do you even know about me, Inuyasha?” she asked, her voice still angry but not enraged. He adjusted his mood accordingly without realizing it. “How well do you know me?”
Such an obviously ridiculous question made him snort. “I know you well enough. More than well enough,” he said in a low voice, eyeing the swell of her stomach.
“Oh yeah?” she returned, narrowing her eyes. “Then what do I want to do with my life?” When he just continued to stare at her without comprehension, she said, “What does Kagome want to be when she grows up?”
He got what she was doing. He reminded her she hadn’t gotten pregnant by herself and she reminded him she was still underage. Hardy-har-har.
Bitch.
“I kinda just thought you would stay at home after high school,” he answered honestly.
Again, his nose was a victim, this time to one of her shoes that had been lying so conveniently next to her.
“I want to be an architect!” she screamed. “I’ve wanted to be an architect since I was five—years—old!”
“I don’t need to know everything about you to know that I love you!” he retorted lamely.
Kagome’s eyes softened and she sighed. “I have nothing against stay-at-home moms, and I’d like to be one until the baby starts school,” she explained, taking one of his hands in both of hers. “But I feel that to not do anything with my dreams, with my talent, that would be terrible. That would be a sin.”
Inuyasha grunted in acknowledgement. Bringing her hands to his mouth, he laid a small kiss on them, letting it linger. “I won’t stop you from doing what you want to do if you won’t stop yourself from doing what I want to do.”
And with that, he slipped the ring he had stolen from her lap onto the appropriate finger.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes shining with the happy tears he liked. When she kissed him on the lips and crawled onto his lap, he knew she was going to give him something else he liked quite a bit as well.
O/o/O
It was Kagome’s sixteenth birthday. Sweet sixteen. Inuyasha looked at the girl, now a woman, his woman, across from him. They were beaming at each other, her in the poofy white dress he thought was ridiculous but wisely kept his comments to himself. She had insisted on a flower crown and a flower cape in lieu of a veil and train, and he of course agreed and ordered them post haste. The cape was woven out of the tiniest white flowers, a reminder from him to her of the first flower he’d given her. Her crown was of pink roses. She was beautiful, and she even made her dress beautiful. The abundance of flowers complemented her instead of making her look childishly absurd. Well, there was also the fact of her bulging, pregnant stomach that prevented her from looking like a child.
The few friends Kagome had left were in attendance, and that was it. Those three girls and Hojo, the latter of whom was doing a terrible job of covering up his tears. It made Inuyasha’s smile brighter and tinged with triumph. He hadn’t invited anyone from work, since he didn’t know anybody, and he wouldn’t have invited them even if he did. Belatedly, the thought occurred to him that Miroku and his wife Sango would have maybe liked to come, but it was too late for that. He had paid his debt to them already with interest, thanks to his new job. Since neither he nor Kagome had any family that could come due to a slew of reasons, that left the wedding party small and rather sad-looking. But none of it mattered when the judge spoke the words and he kissed her, kissed her for the first time in the new chapter of their lives.
There were no candles on her birthday cake, just a little plastic bride and groom that looked nothing like either of them, but she had plenty of presents. Inuyasha growled. There was no doubt which guest they were all from. Kagome cried a little and hugged Hojo as tight as she could without squishing her child’s temporary home, and Hojo hung onto her like she was a piece of driftwood in a hostile ocean. The neglected groom scowled at the boy’s choice of wrapping. All of them decorated with “Happy Birthday” and “Congratulations!”. None explicitly wedding-themed. Like he was completely ignoring the occasion and Kagome’s new off-the-market status.
His oblivious wife tore into the presents with undisguised glee, face lit up. She had never acted this way when receiving gifts from the kid before. Inuyasha made a mental note to get her things. She seemed to like things. At least he’d know what to get her. All of Hojo’s gifts were thoughtful, he had to admit, Eastern medicine-type things intended to ease the discomfort from her pregnancy. It was more than he himself had done. Suddenly feeling even more territorial than he already was, Inuyasha sauntered over to Kagome, disrupting the perfect circle of friends gathered around her, giggling over the cute little baby clothes they had given her.
“It’s a wedding, not a baby shower,” he grumbled angrily. Why were they even there?
The kids glared at him, but not Kagome. Like she hadn’t even heard him, she laughed and dragged him over to the cake he was beginning to realize was much too large for the size of their party. It towered tall above Kagome, ten tiers of pure white frosting, a different flavor of cake with every layer. He had threaten to sue the bakery in order to get them to make the cake on time. Normally, obtaining the cake would have been something he’d leave to Kagome, but even the mere mention of food sometimes made her cry and throw up, so he’d taken it upon himself. It wasn’t his fault he kind of forgot the cake detail until two days ago. There were a freaking bakery, they should bake! Everything else he had organized as well, since Kagome’s pregnancy was becoming very hard on her. A few times, he wondered if he should have waited, if maybe he had been too eager. They certainly would have had a better party. But he wanted her tied to him now. Before she figured out what he was.
The room he had rented for their hurried wedding/reception was nice, but not as nice as he had envisioned. The place was surrounded by cherry blossom trees, which were not yet in bloom, and the inside was somewhat chilly. The furniture was dusty and made him sneeze, but the quality was good.
Kagome walked over to where he was musing by the green velvet fainting couch and slapped him in the face with cake, laughing with her friends at the shocked look on his face. He didn’t enjoy humiliation, and the laughter made him cringe and start to heat up with anger, but Kagome carefully grabbed his clenched fists, threading their fingers together, and kissed the mess off his face. By the time she was done, they were both smiling, his near-eruption nothing but a vague memory. He was even feeling good enough to tolerate Kagome’s friends. After all, he had fought for her and won. She was his.
When the chatter began to die down and Hojo had finished eating half the cake to try and fill the eternal void left by Kagome’s rejection, Inuyasha told Kagome to say her goodbyes, not bothering to say anything to her friends beyond the occasional grunt. He had no interest in these people, and had Kagome finished high school without incident and gone off to college, she wouldn’t either. Human friendships were like that. He had won their approval in the end, but only with money. Money was power with humans.
After he had forcibly separated a whining Hojo from Kagome, he ordered the building’s attendants to box up the cake and send it to their address. He had no idea where he was going to put it. Taking Kagome’s hand, he brought her to his new car, glad he had not had a meal for everyone since that would have taken hours more and he was bursting to show her his surprise. Stopping suddenly before reaching the car, Inuyasha wondered in frozen horror if he should have gotten a limousine. That was standard, was it not? But Kagome just brushed past him and went to the passenger seat, sitting down and immediately putting her feet up, rubbing her perpetually swollen ankles. Shaking his head, he followed. She hadn’t even allowed him to show off his gentleman skills and open the door for her.
“My feet are so tired!” she whined, kicking off her shoes.
“Told you not to wear heels,” Inuyasha scolded, leaning over to give her toes a quick kiss despite their rather ripe scent.
Kagome laughed. “I can’t wait to get back home. Ugh, I don’t think I can ever have cake again.” Her hands went to her stomach and rubbed, as though she was full of cake instead of a baby.
Inuyasha gave her a fond pat on the head, feeling a little emotionally drained. Being around people always did that to him. “We’ll be there soon.”
She nodded and grabbed his hand, holding it contentedly in both of hers. After a few twists and turns, he got onto the freeway, and it wasn’t long before she asked, “Where are we going? We passed the exit for home.”
He grinned. “I’ve got one last gift for you.”
Pulling into the now familiar driveway, the house no longer seemed as boring as it once did now that Kagome would be living there with him. Unable to stop smiling, he got out of the car and opened Kagome’s door, taking her by the hand and then bringing her into his arms, first to hold and then to carry. She was smiling back at him, a questioning look on her face. Going to the front door, he shoved it open, somehow maneuvering the handle with his elbow. The inside was all lit, everything was decorated with new furniture, and it had all been professionally cleaned twice, leaving it smelling like cinnamon. Fresh flowers were on the living room table and he placed Kagome down in the overstuffed blue arm chair.
“Welcome home, Kagome.”
Kagome laughed, her eyes going brighter and wider than ever. With a small shriek, she jumped up and down before throwing her arms around him, momentarily forgetting about his sensitive ears. He didn’t mind, though, and he held her tightly, just feeling the solid realness of her in his arms. Yes, he had done the right thing. Nothing was wrong if he did it for the good of this girl. He tried not to think about the stains in the master bathroom and bedroom, the ones that hadn’t come out no matter how many times the cleaning crew had scrubbed. The floors had been replaced with nicer things. The nursery had been aired out and redone. Inuyasha was not a superstitious man.
“We’ll have our honeymoon as soon as the baby is born,” Inuyasha promised. He was sorry he was not able to give her everything in the right order, but vowed to make it up to her a thousand times over.
She laughed, her blue eyes sparkling. “I don’t need one of those! Thank you for the best wedding present in the world!” Kagome gushed, the joy in her eyes rekindling some of the enthusiasm that he’d lost during his brief private recollection.
Smiling back at her, he replied, “You’ve already given me the greatest gift of all.”
Tears filled Kagome’s eyes and he wondered if the generic line had hurt her feelings. “Oh, I just know this baby will be the greatest thing for us. It’s good to know you feel the same way.”
Coughing nervously, he only nodded, grabbing her by the hand, not bothering to correct her on her thoughts. He had been referring to her, but if she wanted to think it was about the baby, then okay, he wouldn’t fight it. They had to make their room their own, and he wanted her so badly he felt he’d burst. Work had been taking its toll on their relationship, and while Kagome was almost always in the mood, some side effect of the pregnancy, she told him, he was not always there to satisfy her. No, she never sought out the company of another, but he still always worried she would, even though he trusted her and didn’t really think she’d do that to him. When he was away from her, he was constantly put in sexual situations, but he took pleasure from none of it. Only with her. She didn’t know that, and he would never tell her, but tonight he’d make her feel it.
The room was done up in a way he found sort of predictable, but he couldn’t think of anything better on his own, and he wanted to do everything himself for her. Candles were flickering, rose petals were strewn, and a remote conveniently produced from his suit pocket had some violin music he’d always thought of as sensual filling the air. The clean scent of her hair was enticing him, and he leaned in, kissing her brow. His clothes were easier to take off, so they were the first to go. The flower cape was done away with by a flick of his claws, the little buds just beginning to wilt. Her flower crown followed. He just wanted her tonight, pure her. The dress was a little harder to get rid of, but that soon was on the floor as well, Kagome’s half-hearted protests silenced effectively with just a touch of his lips. It wasn’t like she’d ever wear the things again.
Kagome was as passionate as he was, showing him how much she’d missed being together. Her kisses were hot, wet, and urgent, and he responded in kind, letting her set the pace. It ended up being near frantic, much to his surprise and smug delight. With a moan, she dragged him onto the bed and he fell with her, staying away from her stomach, not wanting to crush her. The bra she wore was a white, revealing lace he had actually picked out on one of their recent shopping trips, but she had rejected it, claiming it was too impractical for her now. Just the fact she had gone back to get it on the sly made him hard and he grinned at her, showing how much he liked her gift to him. As much as he enjoyed seeing her in it, he took it off quickly.
Her breasts were bigger than before, the nipples as well. Snaking his tongue out, he circled the edge of her areola with just the tip of his tongue, following the line of the small circle. Kagome was trembling, letting out little whines of want that were driving him crazy. Slowly, with great restraint, he circled the areola of the other breast in a similar fashion. The anticipation became too much and he gave in, sucking her nipple, groaning into her flesh at the taste. Even better than he remembered. Kagome arched into him, whimpering. The nipple in his mouth was so hard and hot, delicious in its every quality. Giving it a hard lick, he switched to the other, loving it even more wildly.
His little wife began to buck her pelvis up, unconsciously searching for the part of him that completed that part of her. Always eager to satisfy, Inuyasha abandoned her breasts, giving each one a long, tender kiss, promising to visit again soon, and kissed his way down her torso, derailing his path so as to avoid the bump. When he was between her thighs, he grabbed her behind the knees and brought her to the edge of the bed, nuzzling the crotch of her panties with his face. Looking up, he saw Kagome panting, leaning on her elbows, blue eyes darkened to sapphire, nipples wet and still pointed. His tongue unfurled of its own accord and rubbed her clit through the matching white panties, trailing down and then up again over the scratchy material until her juices soaked through. Using just the tips of his fingers, he brought down her panties, running his digits slowly but firmly over her flesh until there was none of her left to tease. Flinging the flimsy and expensive material behind him, he went back to work with a vengeance.
Her taste had become even sweeter to him. Before, she had tasted of ripe tropical fruit, but now there was honey there as well. His tongue dove into her and explored, darting in and out, licking every place it could reach. Her clit was poking out, insisting on being treated to his love. Inuyasha indulged her, every part of her, going to suck on the little nub once teasingly before going back to the tunnel, bringing his face in up close and personal until his nose rubbed her button. Shaking his head from side to side, he increased his efforts incrementally. When she was tight and he knew she was close, he pulled back a little, wanting to look at her. Kagome was still on her elbows, although he noticed her hair was very out of place, probably from having grabbed it several times during her torture. Her nipples looked like they had received some extra treatment as well. The sight of her out of breath and lustful made him growl, and he went back to her pussy, treating it like one of the messy tropical fruits it reminded him of, smacking his enjoyment loudly for her to hear. The added sound pushed her over the edge, and Kagome gushed her release onto his face, grinding herself against him.
She hadn’t yet recovered when he was leaning over her, his gold eyes intense and blazing, his skilled tongue licking her mess from his lips. Before she could say his name, he kissed her, using her mouth as he had gifted her cunt. It was all she could do to cling to him and try to keep up. When she had become aroused again to the level he wanted her to be, he slid back a ways, once again nestling himself between her thighs, letting them cradle his hips. A quick probe of her followed by a moan told him she was ready, more than ready. As he was quickly reaching his limit, he resolved to have a drawn-out day of sex with her some other time. A lack of tricks wouldn’t make this night any less special. Positioning himself appropriately, he caressed the outsides of her thighs, telling her without words to wrap her legs around him. Kagome obeyed, her eyes shining with love, anticipation, and that familiar look of wanting to please him.
This joining was soft and sweet, not rough or desperate like they were used to. Sure, he liked fucking her, loved it even, but “making love” was best. He hated the term passionately and found it ridiculous, but there was no better one for it. His home was her, mostly in the spiritual sense, but at times like this one he felt that it was physical as well. Nowhere in the world felt as good as she did. Nothing in the world felt as good as she did.
When he was fully lodged inside of her, he wanted to kiss her, but could not bend over her and risk crushing the bump, so bit his lip instead, drawing back out and slamming back in. That hard bit of contact caused Kagome to cry out, her fists clenching the sheets. He repeated his actions a little faster, this time swiveling his hips in a circle when they were completely joined. The sounds she made in her enjoyment spurred him on, and faster and faster he went, until the bed shook and every part of her was visibly straining in wait for her orgasm. With a grin, he thrust again, reaching down to barely circle her clit once before she exploded around him, meeting his hips as best as she could in her position and condition. Now that Kagome had reached completion, he sped up even faster, eager to find his own. It wasn’t difficult; he’d been wanting this for weeks. Even so, his orgasm was spectacular, and he mentally filed it as his new number one, dimly realizing his top ten all belonged to Kagome now and had for a while.
He was out of breath, but she was more so, and he lifted her the couple of feet to the head of the bed, laying her down on the brand new pillows cased in brand new cloth. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile when he saw her gaping grin. Inuyasha wondered to himself if she could ever look more beautiful than she did now.
“Wow,” she said in an exhale.
He laughed. “You tired?”
Her dark head bobbed up and down in a nod. “I take it back. That was the best gift ever.”
Inuyasha snorted and brought the covers over them. “You’re easy to please. That wasn’t even half as good as I coulda made it, but I’ve been hard for you for a fuckin’ month.”
She merely rolled her eyes and stole his arm to wrap around her. “I wasn’t the one too busy working all the time, Mr. Big Bucks.”
He said nothing, just smiled at her and kissed her softly. She’d made all the “work” worth it.
Kagome’s eyes lowered demurely, and her voice seemed shy. “I didn’t ever expect you to actually marry me, Inuyasha.”
His brows came together in offended confusion. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
She kissed him quickly before he could formulate a rant. “I just want you to know that I never would have forced you, that’s all. I never even felt like we had to get married. I love it, but it seemed like something people in our situation would do just to please others. And I don’t need anyone else. Just you.”
Inuyasha’s eyes softened in understanding. “I proposed because I wanted to marry you, Kagome. Maybe I’m just old-fashioned, but that’s what I’ve always understood people who love each other to do.”
Her smile was sleepy and she cuddled closer to him. “I love you, Inuyasha. I love that we met when we did and I’m not sorry about anything.”
He murmured something similar, wishing he had her blind confidence, and reached to turn off the bedside lamp, the light of the candles not bothering either of them enough to prevent them from sleeping.
End Note: THEYGOTMARRIEDOMG. And Inuyasha killed a baby. Wtf.
Yes, Mrs. Higurashi is a bitch. Still. BashiYami wanted to fix her, but cruel fate and my impatience intervened and now she is stuck that way. I apologize.
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