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Devotion that Withstands Time	By : RougeFugitive Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Part Nine
The Ending Chapter
Saturday 24, February 2001

The Maple Leaf House is a traditional Japanese styled restaurant that you and your husband occasionally visit for lunch and dinner. Right now, you and Inuyasha sit in one of the private rooms of the restaurant accompanied by your neighbors, Chad and Michiko Matsui.

Seated at the low table, you sit on top of a comfortable cushion provided by the restaurant. Inuyasha sits beside you, Michiko sits opposite of him, and Matsui sits at her side, opposite of you.

“I really am sorry for overreacting so badly the other night, Ms. ____.” Michiko says and sips her tea. “I’m just not used to dealing with your type of women. I feel sorry for Mr. Inuyasha; he has to deal with such every day. It’s not surprising why you two act the way you do together.”

You frown and glare at the cat demon. “You-“ You bite your lip when Inuyasha reaches under the table and squeezes your thigh tightly. You glance down to your plate meekly. “Can you pass the plum sauce?”

Michiko blinks and hands you the sauce politely, while Matsui watches you thoughtfully.

“You look very pretty in that dress, Ms. ____.” Matsui says, smiling pleasantly.

“It’s a little too short for me.” Michiko says quietly.

You look up to Matsui from your plate. “Thank you.”

“If Mr. Inuyasha didn’t tell you already, I just wanted you to know.”

You return his smile softly. “Thank you, Mr. Chad.”

Matsui glances over your form shortly, before looking back up at you. “If you don’t mind me asking, is that a new bruise on your arm, Ms. ____?”

You look down at your arms, just now noticing that Inuyasha’s jacket (which you put on because it was a bit cool in the room) had slipped off your shoulders and down your arms revealing a fair-sized, reddish bruise on your upper arm. You pull the jacket back over your shoulders.

“Yes, I fell; I guess I’m kinda clumsy.” You glance away from the prying eyes, tucking your turtleneck farther up your neck, hoping he doesn’t spot anything else.

“Are you sure? It looked like a shape of a hand.” Matsui presses on.

“It’s not, I fell on my arm.”

“Back off, she said she fell. It’s none of your business.” Inuyasha cuts in and glares at Matsui when he opens his mouth again.

Matsui ignores Inuyasha and keeps his attention on you. “Ms. ____, could it have been Mr. Inuyasha who gave you that bruise?”

You look up at Matsui surprised. “Of course not, it was an accident.”

“You’re sure it wasn’t intentionally?”

“What the hell are you trying to say?” Inuyasha growls at Matsui.

“I think it’s obvious, Mr. Inuyasha. Ever since I came to your apartment, I’ve been wondering why Ms. ____ was so frightened and whispering to me, she said she didn’t want to wake you, but now I’m sure that she’s afraid of you.” Matsui says, narrowing his eyes at Inuyasha. At the half demon’s silence, Matsui looks back to you.

“That’s not true, you misunderstood, Mr. Chad.” You say weakly, glancing to your fuming husband.

“I don’t see how I could be misunderstanding from what I’m seeing right now. You’re a beautiful woman, Ms. ___, as Michiko pointed out before, I can’t understand why Mr. Inuyasha always looks unhappy when we see you together.” Matsui says frowning. “And angry, did Mr. Inuyasha always have such a bad temper?”

“No, no, it’s not like that at all. We have our reasons, and really it’s none of your business.” You say, hoping Matsui will drop the subject.

Matsui sighs. “Ms. ___, why-“

Inuyasha stands, glares, and growls curses at the smaller man. You stand, and turn to him worriedly.

“Inuyasha?”

You reach out to touch him, but he snatches your wrist and pulls you out the room, alarming the waiter on the way out.
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Back inside of your own living room, and having changed into some more comfortable clothes, you sigh and sit down on the couch. You open your magazine, and rub your sore arm gently. Inuyasha walks out of the kitchen with a sandwich and sits on the couch beside you.

He grabs the remote and turns on the TV. “…How’s your arm?”

“It’s still a little sore.” You flip a few pages in your magazine and smile. “Next time, I’ll remember not to get out of the bathtub too fast when you’re not there to cushion me.”

He gives you a short, dry chuckle as he eats his sandwich.

“So, what did you do to get so calm all of a sudden? I was afraid for Mr. Chad when you went back to talk to him.” You ask curiously.

“Anger management thing I just remembered…”

You look up from your magazine surprised. “You had an anger management class before? Wow…”

“Yeah, last year, I didn’t have a choice because this asswipe... Wait, what the hell do you mean by “wow?””

“It’s in a good way, it’s just…” You pause in thought. “How come you didn’t tell me about it?”

He takes a big bite out of his sandwich. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

You grimace at him. “Ew, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

He swallows. “Yeah, yeah.”

You look down to your magazine and flip pass a few pages. “It was really mature of you to go back and talk to Mr. Chad like that… I’m sorry I invited us when you didn’t want to, and all that...”

“I had to go, I didn’t want you to come back looking like Swiss cheese.”

“Very funny.” You scoot closer to him and lean against his side. “You know, you’re pretty sexy when you act mature.”

He smiles smugly. “I don’t act, I am mature.”

“You keep telling yourself that and maybe it’ll be true someday.” You smile and pat his thigh.

He huffs. “You don’t do too well yourself.”

You pause and turn a page in your magazine. “We suit each other then. It wouldn’t be half the fun if one of us was already grown up.”

Minutes later, as the TV drones on you glance back to him. “Hey, if the box with the waterbed parts won’t fit in the car, then how will we get it to the ramen shop?”
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Monday 26, February 2001

That Monday night, Myoga’s and Shouga’s anniversary is held at their own ramen shop. The shop, of course is much more decorated than it usually is with streamers and a banner announcing the theme of the party. The tables are dressed and carefully arranged to make it seem like there’s more space than it really is in the room.

Despite it being a ramen shop, ramen is not on the menu tonight, to your husband’s disappointment. You and Inuyasha sit at a table near the back of the restaurant watching the other guests filter in.

“What are you doing with your tie? It looks nice the way it is.”

“It’s too tight.” Inuyasha says, fiddling with his tie.

You sigh, and reach over to him. “Here, let me help.”

“…You’re choking me!”

“Oops, sorry.” You quickly loosen his tie. “There, is that ok?”

He grumbles and continues to fiddle with his tie.

“It didn’t bother you at the wedding, what’s wrong with it now?” You ask curiously, as an old couple passes by your table slowly.

“I’m the only one here wearing a tie.” He complains.

“That’s not true.” You glance around the room and spot an old boar demon sitting across the room. “He’s wearing a tie, and it’s quite… Colorful.”

“He has to; it’s to draw attention from his face.”

“He’s looking over here, I think he heard you!” You say, looking away from the boar demon.

“Good evening to you both.” You look up to see Miroku, approaching your table with an unknown woman on his arm. “You look lovely as always, Ms. ____.”

“Hello to you, too, Miroku.” You greet and glance to the lady on arm.

Miroku does, too, smiling appreciatively. “This is my date for this evening Ms. Yura. Ms. Yura, this is Ms. ___ and Inuyasha.” The neckline of Yura’s dress plunges low down her front, revealing an ample treat for Miroku’s constant glance in her direction.

“Good evening, Ms. Yura.” You greet, and blink surprised when the woman’s features become familiar to you. “Haven’t I-Yes, aren’t you the waitress we had in France last week?”

Yura’s eyes widen slightly before she begins to laugh. “Yes, we did meet there, didn’t we? You have a good memory.”

“I never forget a friendly face.” You reply, smiling politely, while inwardly wondering why Yura’s face doesn’t match with her name in your memory.

Miroku pulls out Yura’s chair for her, and they both take seats at the table.

“So what are you doing in Japan, Ms. Yura?” You ask curiously.

Yura pauses before beginning to speak and Miroku beats her to the answer. “Ms. Yura was originally going to visit relatives, but we met at the airport and I asked her to accompany me here, right, Ms. Yura?”

“Right.”

“Oh… Have you talked to my sister recently, Miroku?”

“Yes, right before I left France. In the end, we decided to be just friends if that’s what you’re wondering about.” Miroku says with a sigh. “Could it be that you were jealous, Ms. ___?”

“Yeah, that’s it.” You reply with a small sarcastic smile.

“You better watch out, Inuyasha, Ms. ___ might leave you for me.”

“And then she would have to compete with me.” Yura adds.

“Of course, we didn’t forget about you, Ms. Yura.” Miroku says with a chuckle.
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“Didn’t she say her name was Maya or Misa?” You ask your husband, watching Miroku and Yura dance, among other dancing couples.

Beside you, Inuyasha curses, attempting to slice through his steak.

“Or was it Mika…?” You look to Inuyasha.

“Damn it.” He digs his fork into his steak trying to cut through his steak with his knife.

“You said Myoga was cheap. I don’t think that he would pay for good steak now.”

“Actually, that’s not regular steak, but you’re right, Myoga is cheap.” Shouga says, appearing at your side, on top of the table.

You blink and look down at the flea demon curiously. “Then what is it?”

“Grilled buffalo demon meat, it’s Myoga’s favorite and it’s quite expensive, so it’s the fish you should worry about.” She explains with a short cackle.

You look down to your plate of grilled fish warily. “….”

“I’m kidding! The buffalo meat is only so tough because it’s cooked, but I’m sure you wouldn’t prefer it raw. Try using more sauce to soften it.” Shoga advises and looks around the room. “Where is that Myoga? This is our song!”

“Um, happy anniversary!” You say, watching the tiny flea female hop away.

Inuyasha picks up the small bowl of sauce besides his plate and pours it over his slab of meat. The knife easily slices through the meat on his next attempt. You watch curiously as he a big bite out of the meat.

“How is it?”

“Good.” He grunts between bites of meat.

“Hm… You don’t feel weird eating that, since it’s demon meat?”

He pauses. “I didn’t… But it tastes like regular steak.”

“Really?” Just as you’re about to comment further, Miroku steps between the two of you with a wine bottle in hand, and pours more wine in Inuyasha’s glass.

“Would you like more wine, too, Ms. ____?”

“No, I’m ok.” You pick up your glass, take a sip, and look to Miroku curiously. “Where’s Ms. Yura?”

“I believe she went to powder her nose.” He sets the wine bottle on top of the table and smiles at you charmingly. “Shall we dance?”

“Well…” You glance to Inuyasha.

“Nonsense, Inuyasha is enjoying his meal, he doesn’t mind.” Miroku grabs your hand and pulls you up from the table. “It would be a shame to waste the time we have left with you looking so beautiful.”

“What?” You frown as Miroku leads you onto the floor.

“And I’m sure you’re always beautiful, but I would have to ask Inuyasha the details.” He wraps his arms around you and begins to dance amongst the small group of people on the floor.

“Right.” You look down between you and him and adjust the distance.

He sighs. “I know you’ve been wondering about this, Ms. ____.”

“About what?”

“Well, if you insist...” He pauses to sigh sadly. “Your sister broke up with me, it wasn’t mutual.”

“Really? Did she say why?” You ask, faking surprise.

“She said she was already seeing someone else; I think one of the wedding waiters.”

“Sister, why? Even Miroku’s better…” You mutter to yourself, glancing down uneasily.

“I thought you and your sister were opposites, but you have more in common than I thought. Dumping me.”

“Dumping you?” You look up to him sharply. “You ditched me while you went out with someone else.”

“And grudges. You and your sister definitely have grudges in common.”

“Whatever.” You huff and look away from him irritably.

“Despite me leaving you in my apartment alone with my roommate, you stayed all night until morning when I came in. Why was that, Ms. ____? You weren’t waiting for me, were you?” He says with a smile.

A light blush warms your cheeks as you avoid Miroku’s stare. “…What grudge is sister supposedly holding against you?”

“There aren’t many women who I haven’t slept with that resent me.” Miroku says and twirls you.

You look at the brunet surprised. “So you and my sister didn’t…?”

He chuckles. “I didn’t say that. I was talking about you, Ms. ____.”

You frown, glancing away. “Oh.”

“I don’t understand why you’d still be upset.” He says with a slightly confused expression.

You sigh. “I’m not holding a grudge against you, Miroku.”

“Of course, but I should have said this sooner. I’m sorry, Ms. ___.”

You eyes widen as you stare at him surprised. “….”

“You didn’t deserve that and I hope Inuyasha treated you better. I know you won’t be able to forgive me now, but please think about it.”

You blink, recovering from your surprise of his apology. “Thank you… I will.”

He smiles and you continue to dance in silence for the next few minutes. With a startled cry, the dance crowd quickly parts as a drunken boar demon stumbles through. Miroku pulls you against him out of the way of the boar. The boar stumbles, sways, and collides into a table with a crunch as the table breaks underneath his weight. Seconds later, the party continues as several people try to help up the drunken demon and put aside the damaged table.

“Despite being old, they still know how to party, huh?” Miroku comments, warily watching the elderly volunteers assist the drunken boar to a seat.

“Yeah.” You blink and blush lightly, realizing the lack of distance between the two of you and swiftly jam your foot down on top of his.

Miroku winces and breaks apart from you.

Meanwhile, seated at the table, Inuyasha swigs down his drink, and pours more wine in his glass, narrowing his eyes at the dancing crowd.
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You yawn, disinterestedly watching Myoga’s and Shoga’s collection of videos and pictures of their past anniversaries and vacations on their old-fashioned movie screen.

You glance to your side feeling your husband’s eyes on you once again. You glance away and back to him before turning to him partly. In the dark room, the brightness of the movie screen lights up the side of his face as he narrows his eyes and draws his brows together into a scowl.

“Inuyasha, what’s wrong?” You whisper concerned.

“What do you think?” He mutters, scowling deeper.

“I don’t know…” You murmur a bit confused. “Something I did?”

“Yeah!”

You glance up as a few of the other guests look in the direction of your table with interest. You look back to him and quietly suggest taking the conversation to the back of the restaurant before rising from your seat and walking pass the other guests’ tables to down the hall. Inuyasha follows you leaving an empty table behind. (Miroku and Yura had vanished quite some ago right before Shoga broke out the old videos.)

You wait for him near the restaurant’s bathroom and backdoor patiently and notice the slight sway in his walk and the light flush on his face.

“Are you drunk?” You ask him surprised as he nears.

“No, and do I have to be drunk to be pissed at you?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at you.

You smile slightly, smelling the alcohol on his breath. “Apparently not.”

“What the hell is so funny?” He asks, catching your smile.

“Nothing, what did I do this time?” You ask innocently.

“That thing that you do with Miroku,” he says, “that’s what.”

“Dance?”

“No-yeah, that too.”

“He asked, I was being polite, and you were eating.” You reply, leaning against the wall behind you.

As if taking your step backwards for a reason to move closer, he does so, and buries his face into your neck and breathes in deeply. You turn your head slightly, and look at him out of the side of your eyes surprised.

“Inuyasha?”

He wraps his arm around your waist, grabs your shoulder with his other hand tightly, and pulls you against him. “You blushed.”

“What?”

“You blushed… Talking to him.” He mumbles against your neck.

“Oh…” You turn your face from its smothered place against his shoulder, and wrap your arms around his middle loosely. “He was talking about the time we met when I spent the night at your apartment.”

After a few moments of silence, you look back towards him, feeling him sighing against your neck. “Inuyasha?”

“Suck me.”

You lean back and bump your head against the wall to look at him. “What?” You glance down the hall, noticing the lights flickering on in the party room.

“You heard me.” He presses a moist kiss against your lips and trails down your neck. “I want your hot, wet mouth-“

“I know what you mean!” You whisper, blushing lightly. “But not here, we could use some privacy for once. Let’s go into the restroom.”

He smirks, lets you go, turns and opens the restroom door, but doesn’t expect it when you shove him inside, shut and force the door shut with a chair that happened to be set beside the backdoor. Inside, he curses you loudly when he loses his footing and falls with a heavy thump.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re not getting any!” You whisper loudly, listening to his grumbles and curses. “Be quiet…Are you ok?”

“What the hell was that for?!”

“It’s obvious you’re not sober, and we’re not doing anything close to that here.”

“A simple “no” would have been fine!”

“Lower your voice.” You sigh and cross your arms. “And I know you; you don’t stop until you’re finished.”

You listen closely as he moves around inside of the restroom and nears the door. “Excuse me; I don’t stop until we’re both finished.”

You smile at the slight sound of offence in his words and roll your eyes.

He turns the doorknob, and quickly finds out that the door won’t budge. “Open the damn door!”

“Not until you calm down, and behave yourself.” You whisper admonishingly.

“Is this how you treat your own husband, you crazy-“

“You know I could leave you here and go back to the party. What’s with you and the specific use of that word tonight? If you call me that again, I’m going to kick your drunken ass.” You whisper loudly, becoming irritated with his insults.

Inside, he quiets to grumbles and sighs. “…Fine.”

“Are you calm now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good...”

You hesitantly remove the chair from the door and open it partly, but don’t expect when he grabs you, pulls you inside and shuts the door. You grunt when your back hits the door and he slips his hands behind your thighs and lifts you from your feet. You struggle against him as he bruises your neck with his fangs and lips.

“Inuyasha, stop it, we’re not-“ You gasp as he sinks his fangs into your shoulder, not deep enough to break the skin, but still painful.

You close your eyes suddenly feeling lightheaded and too weak to struggle. You clench his hair tightly in your hands as he pulls the straps of your dress along with your bra down your shoulders. A loud knock on the door and the sound of Shoga’s voice outside the door snaps you back to your senses.

“What are you two youngsters doing in there? You’ll miss the rest of the party!”

You blush brightly and clear your throat. “Sorry, we’ll be out in a minute, Ms. Shoga.”

You look down to the half demon whose mouth had stilled between your breasts at Shoga’s voice. “Inuyasha?”

His grip on your thighs loosens and you find yourself sliding down between him and the door back to your feet. You blink and turn your head slightly to his now resting on your shoulder.

Inuyasha’s ears twitches as he begins to drool on your shoulder, sleeping soundly.
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Tuesday 27, February 2001

That morning, lying on the couch inside of the apartment, Inuyasha groans attempting to smother himself with a pillow. Behind him, on top of the bookshelf the radio plays a rock song a little too loud for his comfort.

He calls your name weakly and muffled through the pillow over his face.

Moments later, you exit the kitchen, holding a small bag of ice. “You want some ice?”

“Turn off the radio…”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It must be hurting your head, right?” You say and turn off the radio.

You lean over the back of the couch and remove the pillow from his face. “Are you ok?”

He moans in pain and snatches the pillow back to cover his face. “The light…!”

“It sounds like it hurts pretty badly.” You chuckle.

He lowers the pillow from his face to glower at you before noticing the conspicuous red marks on your neck. “What the hell is that on your neck?”

You frown at him irritably. “What is it? You put it there last night!”

He peers at the marks shortly. “Oh yeah…”

“This, too.” You pull the sleeve of your shirt down your shoulder slightly, revealing the reddish bite mark on your shoulder.

He simply stares at the mark as a smirk slowly forms on his face.

“It hurt! Don’t smile about it!” You throw the bag of ice to his face.

“Hey!”

“I had to walk into a room full of old people looking like your chew toy!” You say making your irritation clear to the half demon. At his lack of apology, you walk to the kitchen with a huff. “Asshole.”

He adjusts the pack of ice over his face smirking.
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Wednesday 28, February 2001

That afternoon, in the bedroom of Myoga’s and Shoga’s apartment, above the ramen shop, Inuyasha puts together their new waterbed. He grumbles, grabbing the thick book of instructions from the floor amongst his spread of tools, and turns the book right side up. So far, he was still working through the frame of the bed.

You walk inside of the room, carefully avoiding stepping on tools and pieces of the unfinished bed on the floor. You kneel down near him on a free space on the floor, holding a cup of ice water.

Inuyasha, of course, is still suffering from the effects of drinking from the anniversary night. As it turns out, the wine at the anniversary was not drugged, but instead a special brand potent enough to knock out the toughest demons. Inuyasha, being half demon, was doubly affected by its strength and was nearly knocked over with only a few drinks.

“Do you want some water?”

He grunts thanks, accepts the glass, and guzzles the contents down before handing it back to you.

You run your fingers through your hair, tuck them into the neck of your turtleneck, and rub the sensitive skin underneath, while watching him closely. “Are you feeling better?”

He flips a page of the instruction booklet and rubs his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Several seconds pass as you continue to watch him intently while he works. He glances at you out of the side of his eye, then back to his work. A half minute later, he looks back.

“…What?”

“Nothing, I just like watching you work.” You smile cheerfully.

He stares at you shortly before shrugging and looking back down to his work. Moments later, he looks back up to you and begins to speak, but you cut him off.

“Please don’t make me leave; Myoga and Shoga are talking about uncomfortable things downstairs!”

He blinks, “I was going to ask you to pass the screwdriver, it’s right behind you.”

“Oh,” you pick up the screwdriver and hands it to him. “Here you go.”

“Thanks...” He takes it, does the needed work with it, and sets it down. He glances at you out of the side of his eye. “What-“

“You don’t want to know. You’ll be turned off for weeks.”

He grimaces. “Thanks for not telling me.”

“No, they weren’t talking about that.” You pause. “I think.”

“….”

“….” You glance to your side and back to the beginning stages of the bed. “…For them, this bed is huge. If they crawled underneath the sheets, they would be lost for days.”

“If it leaked, they’d drown.”

You laugh. “This is dangerous, maybe we shouldn’t have gotten this for them.”

“It was your idea.” He grumbles. “Now I’m stuck putting together this stupid shit. I should have fought for the card.”

“But you still went along with it, even the price.”

“If they die, more free ramen for me.”

You gasp, and cover your mouth dramatically. “How cruel, was that your intent all along?” You shake your head. “No, no, you’d never think that far ahead.”

“Ha ha. I just want to finish this stupid thing, and you’re distracting me. Go back to the other room.”

“No, that’s ok. I’ll be quiet and watch you work.” You reply quickly.

You continue to watch him in silence as he works. Minutes later and much more bored than before, you approach the window while avoiding stepping on the tools on the floor. You shiver as a soft, cold breeze blows in pass you through the open window, successfully chilling the room. It is still quite cold outside, though it had stopped snowing a week or so ago.

You glance back to your husband curiously and suddenly remember a question that had fallen to the back of your mind. “Are you in heat?”

He pauses in picking up the instruction booklet. “…Yeah.”

“…Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought you knew.” He narrows his eyes while flipping through the booklet’s pages.

“I forgot.” You reply sheepishly. “With everything that’s happened this month… It’s usually a lot easier to tell.”

He kneels down inside of the frame and carefully lays down boards of wood according to the instructions.

“Is something wrong?”

“…” He lowers his eyes back to the booklet, shielding his eyes with his bangs.

“Inuyasha?” You approach and kneel beside him on the outside of the frame.

He sighs. “…I don’t know.”

“So something is wrong.”

“I said I don’t know!” He replies, seeming irritated.

You glance to the side, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “…Is it me?”

“Of course not! Do we have to talk about this now?”

You look down to the bag of screws on the floor and twist your fingers into the hem of your sweater.

He glances at you and sighs as his expression softens slightly. “It’s not you.” He mumbles something under his breath afterwards.

“What?”

He murmurs the words slightly louder this time, but still hard to understand.

“What did you say?”

“I said it’s me! I think it’s me!” He says, and flushes darkly, glaring down at the tool in his hand.

You blink and frown slightly. “You? What do you mean? You can’t, erm… I mean you- it’s hard to, um, what do you mean?”

“Nothing! Forget about it!” He quickly denies.

You look to him confused. “But it sounds important, what if you have a, um-“

“I don’t! Just forget about it!”

“But, how can I just-“

Your words are cut off when he leans over the frame of the bed, and kisses you forcefully. You grunt when he pushes you down to the floor and your back hits a small bag of screws. You release a hiss of pain when he breaks the kiss and begins to lift up your sweater. He shifts over the frame of the bed to lean over you.

“What are you doing?! Inuyasha, this is Myoga’s and Shoga’s bedroom!” You cry, attempting to stop his hands from going any further under your shirt.

“There’s nothing wrong, and I’ll show you that right now!” He says determinedly reaching for the zipper of your pants.

“I believe you, now stop! I’m lying on a bag of screws!”

He goes on, despite your struggling. “I don’t think you do.”

The bedroom door creaks open and Myoga and Shoga peeks through to see you lying on your back, struggling against Inuyasha, and the half demon kneeling between your legs trying to have his way with you.

“Youngsters today and their hormones can’t leave them alone for five minutes.”
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You blush hotly, rubbing your sore back while giving your half demon husband a dirty look over your cup of tea. You both sit in the small living room of Myoga’s and Shoga’s apartment above their ramen shop.

“We’ll have such adorable grandchildren.” Shoga coos and looks to Myoga. “Don’t you agree, Myoga?”

“I don’t like kids.” Myoga replies gruffly, to which Shoga ignores.

“I’ve already made out a list of names!”

You chuckle nervously. “That’s nice, Ms. Shoga.”

Inuyasha sits at the end of the low table resting his chin on his palm and looking off to the corner of the wall irritably.

“Now where is it?” Shoga hops to the small drawer in the room, and searches through it for her list. “… I’ve always thought Atsushi was nice for a boy… What’s this? Oh, a picture from when Inuyasha was still in Jr. High.” She pulls out a short slip of paper from the drawer.

You look up interestedly. “Jr. High?”

Inuyasha snaps to attention. “Huh?”

Shoga hops back to the table and drops the picture before you. “Weren’t they adorable?”

A grin spreads across your face as the picture falls, and you snatch it up before Inuyasha can make a move. You gaze at the photo of the two preteens.

On the left of the picture, seeming to be in a park, stands a mini half demon probably around 13 or 14 based on the baby fat on his cheeks. A walkman is attached to his side, along with the headphones around his neck, and he wears a shirt with the name of a miscellaneous band scrawled over the front. His arms are crossed, and he’s glowering at someone off camera.

Beside him, a preteen girl stands, probably the same age, beaming at the camera and showing off her braces. She wears a bright, pretty sundress and stands at the same height as the half demon beside her, or maybe even a little taller.

“How cute, you and your chubby cheeks.” You reach to pinch said cheeks, but he swats your hand away. “That must be Ms. Kagome?”

“Yes, they were such cute kids with crushes.” Shoga sighs and accepts the picture back. “I remember their one date during that time, they were so-“

“The doorbell just rang; I think you have customers downstairs.” Inuyasha interrupts loudly.

“I didn’t hear the doorbell.” Shoga replies.

“I didn’t either.” You add and ignore the glare from Inuyasha.

“Ah, speaking of Kagome, I sent her an invitation to the party. She must be quite busy in Osaka this month to have missed it.” Shoga says, hopping to the stairs.

“No, the last time we talked to her, she was working in Tokyo again, right Inuyasha?”

“…Right.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll get back to the shop. Would you like me to show you how to make a traditional bowl of ramen, ____?” Shoga asks, hopping down the steps.

“Um…” You pause and glance at Inuyasha, before standing and following the old woman flea. “Sure.”

Myoga loudly slurps his tea as he looks up at the frowning half demon. “Your break’s over, get back to work.”

“Yeah, yeah.”
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You pull off your turtleneck sweater; toss it to the pile of laundry heading for a wash, and walk to the bedroom window and close the curtains. It is night now, and you both were out for a while before Inuyasha had finally finished working on their waterbed.

After changing into your nightclothes, you exit the room and walk across the hall into the bathroom. You stand in front of the mirror, brush your hair, and leave it in your regular style. You set your brush aside; examine the marks on neck and shoulder to see that they aren’t anywhere near healing completely.

You leave the bathroom, pass the next room, and enter the kitchen. Your slippers squeak against the freshly cleaned floor as you stop to open the refrigerator and take out a small carton of ice cream. You nudge the refrigerator close, grab a spoon from a nearby drawer, walk back into the next room, and sit on the couch. Inuyasha sits lazily on the other end of the couch, staring forward at the TV.

You rip off the sealed top of ice cream box and dig your spoon into the frozen treat. After a few scoops, you look to the half demon beside you expectantly. “So?”

He glances to you out of the side of his eye, and then back to the TV. “So what?”

“You know, about the problem you’re having with your heat.”

“I told you to forget about it.”

“How can I? I don’t want to nag you about, but…” You frown softly. “I won’t think of you differently no matter what it is.”

He sighs. “It’s not that kind of problem.”

“I’m not sure what kind of problem it is, since you’re ignoring it.” You reply, becoming slightly annoyed.

He sits up, tilts his head backwards against the couch and grumbles under the sound of the TV.

You turn to him, frowning. “Are you going to pretend-“

“What the hell? You just said you weren’t going to nag.”

With a huff, you face forwards and dig your spoon into your ice cream harshly. Nagging was one of the things you do not want to do. It was also one of the reasons for your parents’ separation and near divorce during your childhood. Your mother’s path was one you didn’t want to ever walk.

You narrow your eyes at the TV, licking your ice cream coated spoon and glance back to the half demon beside you unexpectedly catching his eye. You return his frown and plunge your spoon back into your ice cream.

Several scopes later, he looks back in your direction and begins to speak, but immediately is off by the chime of your cell phone. You pick up your phone, flip the top open, and raise a brow at the familiar number. You press the ‘talk’ button, and begin to greet the person on the other line, but stop when he snatches the phone from your hold.

“Inu-“ You gasp as the phone smashes against the wall behind you.

You glance back to your beeping phone with wide eyes, and then back to the half demon in shock. At once, he leans over you, shoves the box of ice cream from your lap and presses a hard kiss against your lips. You quickly overcome your surprise with annoyance as he roughly tugs away your clothes.

You lean back, raise your hands to his chest to push him back as he carelessly yanks open your nightshirt, popping off a few buttons. “Inuyasha, sto-“

He forces you quiet with another bruising kiss, pushing his tongue pass your lips and ignoring your struggles. Though not gentle, you find yourself responding to his touch and gasping underneath him. You dig your fingers into his shoulders as he bruises your skin with his teeth and mouth.

Behind the couch, the telephone rings, but to not to your or his notice as your cries drown out the rings.
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Thursday 29, February 2001

That morning, in the apartment’s kitchen you peek out of the partially open curtains of the kitchen window, watching the passing cars on the street. A meager beam of sunlight shines through the blinds, gleaming over the telephone’s cord in a bright pattern as it trails down the counter beneath the window to curling around the kitchen door into the next room.

You curl the cord of the telephone around your fingers and lean against the counter. “…It’s broken.”

On the other end, Ayame sighs. “What happened? You weren’t answering your phone all night.”

“We were busy, but nevermind that. What was the emergency?”

“Well… Mandi left Ryo! She’s come back to Japan!” Ayame blurts. At your silence, she continues. “But that’s not all, she’s with another man! She told me that she’s with Miroku! They were together last night when she called you!”

You gasp, and stare at the telephone in surprise. “She’s with who?”

“Miroku! We have to do something! Call her back and convince her to go back to Ryo!”

You lean against the counter in silence as you listen to your friend go on about the happenings last night. You glance to your side as the kitchen door swings open and Inuyasha enters.

“I have to go; I’ll call you back, Ayame.”

“___!”

You set the phone back onto its receiver, face forwards, and stare at the wall, seeming at a lost. Inuyasha quirks a brow at you questioningly.

You sigh. “Mandi left Ryo. According to Ayame, she’s here with Miroku somewhere.”

He pauses at the familiar names, and shows his lack of concern by shrugging slightly and going to the refrigerator to get the milk.

You blink and look to the pan on the stove. “Oh yeah, breakfast is ready.”
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