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Forget the Storm	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nine: In Veins
Transitioning from life in their terrible flat to life in a large suburban home was more than easy. Inuyasha was grateful that Kagome had more space to move about in. She had become a little claustrophobic during her pregnancy and was always going out alone for walks when he wasn’t around, which angered and scared him in a neighborhood like theirs. The house, which they had explored immediately in the morning after their first married night in it, was large and very modern. The girl especially liked the large kitchen and spent more time in that room than in any other room in the house, something he teased her about. A barefoot, pregnant, teenage bride. At least they could laugh about it. However, the other women in the neighborhood seemed suspicious of them and disliked Kagome in particular, thinking her a whore of some sort. He didn’t hit women, but sometimes he wished his wife would do it for him. No one should speak of her like that.
As her due date approached, Kagome finally took his advice and stayed home from school, meeting with a teacher twice a week to turn in homework and briefly go over lessons. Inuyasha tried to be home as often as he could, but his boss wasn’t the understanding type. Quickly, he learned the more he asked for time off, the longer Sesshomaru would make him stay in the office. So he shut his mouth, unless performing a task that required it to be open, and anticipated his half-brother’s wants. That cut down the time spent away from home to almost a normal work day.
It was on one such day that Inuyasha quietly entered his home, not wanting to wake Kagome in case she was already asleep. Though she was doing less, she was more fatigued than ever. To his surprise, instead of the microwaved meal he had been expecting, the table was laid out with a feast. Kagome sat facing him, already halfway done.
“Hey there!” she smiled, spearing another roasted red potato on her fork. “How was work?”
Already at the table and piling food onto his plate, Inuyasha took a while before he answered. “Same old shit,” he mumbled, buttering a roll before dipping it in gravy.
“Such as?” she asked, her tone ringing with false warmth.
Inuyasha looked at her. She was wearing a dress he had not seen before, a wine red one that did nothing to hide her pregnant stomach. It was nice. Like they were eating out at an expensive place. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection, something she hadn’t really bothered doing since they began to live together. The last time he had seen her done up was the wedding. It wasn’t that he thought she was ugly without makeup; that was far from the truth. He just enjoyed her natural beauty. It was one thing to know how to paint the features you found desirable and another to maintain them in their natural state. Not having perpetually glowing pink cheeks and filled-in eyebrows didn’t make her ugly. He had thought about it before, and she was perhaps the prettiest girl he’d ever seen without makeup. Not that he’d ever told her any of that, of course. It had never occurred to him to share such things.
“I mostly just answer calls and file paperwork. Sometimes I get him coffee.” That much was true. He felt his skin get hot. Why did this feel like an interrogation?
“Oh. Why would you need to stay hours late every day if that’s all you do?” It was said lightly, like she was just asking a normal question that would have no impact on their relationship.
Inuyasha’s brows came together and he scowled. “I don’t fuckin’ like it either, Kagome, but I do what I have to do to keep us off the streets.” Her lower lip, made an opaque scarlet by the help of what he thought to be a rather foul-smelling lipstick, began to tremble. Fuck, his words had come out harsher than intended. “Come here,” he sighed, going to her when she merely covered her face and stayed in the same spot. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her head, saying, “I’m sorry. It’s stressful, and I like coming home from my shit job to you and have at least you be as happy to see me as I am happy to get back to you.”
Her sniffles quieted down and she turned her brilliant eyes back at him. As always happened when he did not prepare himself, her gaze made him breathless, his heart skipping a beat. Unable to help himself, he kissed her softly on the lips, more to comfort than to initiate anything, pulling away to lick his lips. When he only tasted the cosmetics instead of him and her, he rubbed the paint off her mouth, a vaguely irritated expression taking over his face.
“Do you promise me you haven’t been seeing anyone else?” Kagome asked, her small voice tremulous. At his blank stare, she continued quickly, “If you are, just tell me. I would at least like to know. You—you don’t have to pretend with me.”
His heart ached. Taking both her hands, he looked into her eyes, willing himself not to cry, not to fuck up and act like a little kid. He had her, and she needed him to be a man.
“Kagome, I swear to you it’s only Sesshomaru keeping me from being here with you. That’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, and that was the best he could do.
She nodded, smiling brilliantly at him, seemingly convinced. “I’m sorry, Inuyasha, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. These crazy hormones…”
“It’s alright,” he said, going back to his now cold plate of food.
“I’m really sorry,” she repeated. “Let me make it up to you. We can have Sesshomaru over for dinner to thank him for all he’s done. It’ll give me something to do and it would be nice to meet your family.”
He froze, not able to think of any reason to say no. The fork in his shaking hand began to clink against the plate, something he could not control.
“A-alright. We can do that,” he said, feeling faint.
Kagome smiled, looking exhausted and relieved but still beautiful. She’d always be beautiful to him, even if she somehow became ugly. Dinner continued, both of them comfortably quiet, her too tired and busy planning another feast and him wondering how to survive what would undoubtedly be his undoing. Sesshomaru hated humans. And he hated Sesshomaru. How was he going to come out of this alive? An idea occurred to him. He could just not tell him and then have him regretfully cancel at the last moment. Perfect! Setting to his meal with renewed vigor, Inuyasha ate three helpings, wondering if the massage he gave his pregnant wife that had become their evening ritual would lead to sex tonight, hoping it would.
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“Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru greeted as pleasantly as an icy man like he could.
The half-demon grumbled a meaningless nothing in reply, going over to the large desk and kneeling in front of Sesshomaru, unzipping his pants. His morning ritual. He was hungry, even after the big meal of last night. Sesshomaru had mandated long ago that he never eat before arriving at the office for the twisted reason of having his cum alone inside his stomach. Inuyasha grimaced and glared at the stubborn button that was difficult to undo with his claws getting in the way. He was also horny. Kagome hadn’t wanted to have sex last night, even after the massage and some sneaky foreplay on his part. She’d claimed exhaustion, something she’d been using as an excuse for the entire week. He tried to understand, really, he did, but hell, couldn’t she at least give him a hand job? He’d reciprocate, he always did, but she didn’t even want that. Just remembering her taste had him salivating. Finally getting the button undone, he robotically slid his boss’s pants down. A crumpling sound tickled his ears and he patted the left pocket.
“What’s this?” he asked, pulling it out. He wouldn’t have bothered but for the fact that Sesshomaru never had anything in his pockets, instead preferring his briefcase, so it must have been put there for him to find. That was the demon’s style, after all.
“I was hoping you could tell me,” he said, sounding amused.
Confused now, he unfolded the small white envelope, his heart slamming against his ribs when he recognized the neat, girlish handwriting on the front. Kagome. What the hell was Sesshomaru doing with something of hers?! Taking the small slip of paper out of the already opened container, Inuyasha’s eyes proceeded to grow wider and wider.
“What the fuck is this?!” he said out loud, mostly to himself.
“It is not at all surprising that your lowborn mother neglected your education to the extent of you being illiterate,” he responded smoothly. “Dinner. Tonight. Seven.”
Shaking his head, Inuyasha began to sweat. “No, no, no. Fuck,” he mumbled. “She didn’t even ask me!”
“Looks like you are getting off work early today, half-breed,” Sesshomaru said. “Now complete your task before I begin to desire more.”
Unclenching his jaw, he obeyed, glancing hatefully up at the now calmly reposed expression on his brother’s face, eyes closed and head leaning back. If worse came to worst, Inuyasha vowed, he would kill him. Even if he ended up dying himself.
O/o/O
Ringing the doorbell to his own home felt strange, but Inuyasha wanted to give Kagome some sort of warning. It wasn’t like he could actually warn her about the monster his brother was and what he made him do. His wife was a beautiful and sweet soul, but he could not allow himself to tell her about the acts he’d been forced to perform and endure for most of his life, couldn’t allow himself to appear less than a man in her eyes. Even if she would understand, it still would change her opinion of him, warp and twist her love for him into pity, and he would not survive that. He could survive being fucked since before being biologically, mentally, and emotionally ready for that sort of thing, but he would be destroyed if Kagome ever saw how dirty he was.
His ears twitched as he heard her coming to the door, rushing as much as she was able in her condition. Tonight she wore blue velvet, her eyes and pale complexion more striking than usual. Crumbling inside, Inuyasha gathered her into his arms and just held her, trying to get some comfort and strength from her touch. Inside, he was breaking, and knew he would not be alright again until Kagome and he were alone. With a quick kiss to his cheek, Kagome pulled away from him, her eyes concerned and confused.
“And you must be my sister-in-law,” Sesshomaru said, his voice deceptively warm. Inuyasha tensed up. “My, it’s no wonder Inuyasha is always wanting to leave early. You’re quite lovely.”
Kagome assessed him, looking him up and down before smiling and welcoming him inside. Did she hear the disingenuous quality of his voice that was so obvious to him? “Thank you for the compliment. The table’s set and the food is waiting. I hope you like pot roast.”
“It happens to be one of my favorites when I am forced to partake of human cuisine.”
Kagome’s eyes narrowed the slightest bit. “Interesting. Well, come inside and tell me more about yourself and the kind of work you do.”
Sesshomaru nodded, breezing past the both of them and into the house like he owned it. True to Kagome’s word, the food was on the table, still steaming. If Inuyasha could handle having anything but the twisted coil of rope that was dread in his stomach, he’d be salivating. She had really outdone herself. If he’d known how well Kagome could cook, he would have gotten them kicked out of her house much sooner. Just before he got to his customary seat at the head of the table, his half-brother swooped in, perching himself on the very edge of the chair like a well-bred Victorian lady. Immediately, Inuyasha went for the seat that was clearly intended for their guest, the one across the table from Kagome. Very pregnant, she had a hard time sitting down and an even harder one getting back up again.
“Let me help you, dear sister,” Sesshomaru murmured smoothly, going to Kagome’s side and taking her elbow. Gently, he helped her lower herself down, not at all oblivious to the pink blush on her face hiding beneath the artificial one. “Inuyasha, you should be helping your bride,” he chided. Turning back to Kagome, he said, “If only we’d met before such irreversible circumstances, I could have enlightened you as to what kind of brute you’d be tying yourself to.”
Looking intensely uncomfortable at how close he was standing to her, Kagome yanked her hand out of his grasp and faked a chuckle. “The gravy’s made from scratch. If your tastes are anything like Inuyasha’s, you’ll lick the plate!” she chirped, her voice a little higher than normal.
Inuyasha watched her, feeling helpless. At least she wasn’t falling for his act. In all honesty, he didn’t know what kind of act it was. He’d never seen Sesshomaru pretend to be nice like this. It only happened those times when he was about to be especially cruel, but even then he’d never laid it on so thick.
“I’m sure I will like it as much as I like the hands that made it,” he said, grabbing her hand once again and laying a kiss on it.
Watching with his mouth open in outrage, Inuyasha began to feel a resurgence of the hatred he felt toward his brother. He had buried it many times throughout his life, it had been the only way he could go on living, but now, seeing him try to provoke him by touching his wife with his dirty, evil hands made him want to kill the bastard fucker in the worst possible way. Said bastard did not even glance at him, instead moving back to the stolen seat at the head of the table. Kagome looked slightly disgusted and that was his only consolation.
“So what is it that your company does, Mr. Taisho?” Kagome asked, her knife and fork digging into her already served food. “I’ve asked Inuyasha a time or two, but you know how he can be.” The smile she sent his way made him stop digging his claws into the palms of his hands. Normally, he’d be offended by that, but he knew that was what she was expecting and she was trying to trick him into saying something and making conversation.
“Oh, just your basic buying and selling,” Sesshomaru said vaguely, twirling a carrot with his fork. “But a woman like you wouldn’t want to hear about something like that, and a man like me wouldn’t want to bore you with it and have you think less of my conversational skills. Tell me, when exactly did you become so beautiful? Is this the glow of pregnancy I’ve heard about?”
Inuyasha stabbed his fork into a piece of tender meat, gritting his teeth. Kagome did not have a glow. She did normally, but it had faded the longer the pregnancy dragged on. She was still beautiful, heart-stoppingly so, but even he noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the lankness of her hair. A demonic pregnancy took a lot out of a human, and his girl was no exception. Was Sesshomaru mocking her? Daring to come into his house and mock the only one who’d ever mattered to him?
Kagome laughed again, not at all genuinely. “I’d hardly call it a glow. Honestly, I was unprepared for how drastic the changes in my appearance would be.”
“Oh no,” the demon murmured, abandoning all pretense of working on his meal. “You mean Inuyasha hasn’t been telling you how beautiful you are? That is a crime. But I appreciate an unappreciated beauty more than one who knows her worth.”
Kagome looked at Inuyasha, pleading for help. But he couldn’t give her any. How could he help her when he couldn’t even help himself, hadn’t been able to for years? Even the thought of doing something paralyzed him. As if realizing the futility of trying to get her husband to relieve some of the awkwardness she was feeling, Kagome furrowed her brow and helped herself. Suddenly bowing her head forward, she stopped quickly and pretended to catch herself, pressing a hand to her forehead right after.
“Oh goodness,” Kagome said breathlessly. “I-I’m feeling faint. This baby’s been taking so much out of me lately.” Her eyes traveled over the food she had so painstakingly prepared and she made an exaggerated gagging noise. “Oh goodness!” she repeated. “I hope you both can forgive me, but I really must go and rest. This is so sudden…”
Sesshomaru was at her side again, missing the glare Kagome gave Inuyasha. He looked back at her sorrowfully, wishing he could have done something so she would not have had to resort to such a ruse just to get out of the dinner. It was childish, her decision, couldn’t she see that? She was leaving him alone with his worst enemy! But she didn’t know. Kagome didn’t know and because of that, he could forgive her, even allow her to abandon him at a time like this. On the bright side, at least she would never invite the bastard over again.
Kagome said goodnight to them both, not going over to kiss him like she usually would, probably upset he had not warned her that his brother was a pervert. Since she obviously did not have the patience to sit through a dinner at the moment with someone she found so unpleasant, he smiled, showing her he was not upset and that he was sorry. And he wasn’t really upset, not with her. Hoping he had avoided a fight later, he watched Kagome go, wishing he could leave the room with her and never have to see his half-brother’s disgusting face ever again.
They both stayed still and glared at one another until they heard the sound of the master bedroom’s door shutting. Inuyasha’s ears twitched, feeling like an abandoned dog. Was he?
Pushing his plate away from him in disgust, Sesshomaru said, “I am surprised. For once, you’ve shown good taste.”
Inuaysha just sneered. “Don’t try and pretend you meant all those things you said about Kagome, asshole.”
Sesshomaru rolled his eyes. “And if I did? I have a girl just like her at home…” he trailed off, eyes looking at the expensive watch he wore on his wrist. Inuyasha stared at him dumbly, processing the information. A girl? Just like Kagome? Did that mean human? “Only about half her age,” he finished with a smirk. Inuyasha sighed. The bastard really hadn’t changed too drastically. “Why have you not mated her yet? Do you plan to leave her and take the child?”
Inuyasha growled at him, offended and enraged at the very thought. “I’m waiting until the baby is born. There’s still some stuff I’ve gotta explain.” When the baby was born, she would be really and truly tied to him, and he was too afraid to ask her about mating before then. Maybe then, she wouldn’t reject him, even if she wanted to, thinking of the good of their child.
Sesshomaru raised a brow. “It is still possible for her to miscarry, you know. She could die from that. She could even die in childbirth. The girl you chose does not look particularly hearty. It makes one wonder.”
Inuyasha froze. Kagome dying? He hadn’t even thought of that, not since the night she had almost miscarried. Pushing those frightening thoughts away, he went back to glaring.
“And why the fuck do you care?”
Sesshomaru merely shrugged one shoulder. “That girl is like Rin. People like Rin should not be forced to stay normal humans.”
Inuyasha nodded, assuming Rin was the name of the girl he kept. Normally, he would have questioned Sesshomaru more deeply about the girl, about how something like that had come to be, what his intentions were. But he really, really wanted him out of his house. Not normally a very tidy man, Inuyasha wanted to scrub every surface of the place, even the rooms his unwelcome guest had not gone into and the things he had not touched.
“See you at work tomorrow,” he grumbled, trying to keep his dismissal rather pleasant and still submissive. He didn’t want to get fondled or fucked with his wife waiting for him just upstairs.
Rising in one smooth motion, Sesshomaru got to his feet, straightening his already straight suit. Approaching the still seated Inuyasha, he leaned over, pressing his lips to his half-brother’s. Inuyasha’s eyes remained wide open in shock. Too stunned to respond, he allowed his mouth to be dominated, holding back vomit. The kiss was long and excessively wet, and it was all he could do not to blow chunks in the older man’s mouth. He pictured it, though, and it gave him a small feeling of satisfaction. Something like that would be just what the bastard deserved.
Finally, after several minutes, it was over. Inuyasha wiped his mouth and fought the urge to spit, no longer able to look Sesshomaru in the eye. All he could see was his mouth, twisted in a grin, another thing he had not seen before. With silent footsteps, the demon left the house, closing the door behind him. Immediately, Inuyasha raced to lock it, knowing it would not keep his enemy out but feeling safer that way. Glancing at the delicious food they’d barely touched, he told himself he’d clean it up later. Right now, he needed to see Kagome.
To his surprise, she was sitting on the edge of their bed, apparently waiting for him. Her expression was not angry, making him relieved, as she had been kind of moody of late. She had changed into her comfortable white night gown, the pink ribbons along the front making his heart feel at ease. So normal, so domestic, so comfortable.
“That was quick,” she said, sounding happy. “What did you two talk about after I left?”
He grunted, lying down on his back on his side of the bed, reaching out a hand to drag her with him. “Work crap. There was no real reason for him to stay after you left, which pissed me off, by the way.”
She just laughed, her eyes twinkling. “You would have done the same if you had an excuse. That guy creeps me out. I wouldn’t think you two were related if not for the obvious resemblance.”
With a roll of his eyes, he turned onto his side to face her. “Don’t remind me. I hate looking like that bastard.”
“Let’s not talk about him,” she said soothingly, sensing his agitation.
It was in times like these he remembered the full force of his love for her. Her arms wrapped around his neck the best they could in their position and Kagome just looked at him, her eyes seeing something he couldn’t and filling up with love. Touched, he interrupted her observation to kiss her lips. When he remembered Sesshomaru’s words from earlier, an urgency entered into their kiss, driving him to arouse her, needing her to not refuse him.
“Please?” he breathed, having momentarily broken his lips from hers. “Just tonight, Kagome. Please let me have you tonight.”
Her tired eyes seemed conflicted, but concern and love and maybe a little worry for his affections won out, and soon she was kissing him back just as passionately, her hands roving where she had not even looked in what felt like so long. Sighing happily, he dragged the bodice of her nightgown down, tonguing her nipples frantically while rubbing his knuckles against her clit. Her reaction was immediate and strong, making him wonder why she had been turning him down. It wouldn’t have been a problem for him to just go down on her or something, and he’d explained that a hundred times. How tired must she be to not want to do what she so obviously wanted to do?
When her whimpers turned to moans, he unzipped his pants, bringing her hand down to stroke him a few times before he entered her, filling her up carefully, inch by inch. They were both still on their sides, facing one another, one of her legs thrown over his hip and clinging tightly. Her breasts were bare between them as he kissed her, rocking into her, the sight exciting him. Warily, he glanced at her stomach. He had no desire to touch it, and so he was curled in a rather awkward fashion, his body a “C” on the bed. Even with the nightgown acting as a barrier, every time he accidentally brushed against it, a shiver ran through him. This was certainly not the best position for him, but there was something important he needed to do.
“You taste different,” Kagome whispered, bringing his attention back to her. “I don’t know what it is, it’s just—different.”
Unable to suppress a growl at the memory of the hated kiss, Inuyasha just closed his eyes, not giving her a response. When the moment was right, when he was on the edge, he opened them again, studying her face, how her eyes had become as deep and as blue as the ocean, her lips parted in her desire for him. Now. Molding himself against her, his abdominal muscles contracting involuntarily when coming into contact with her stomach, he laid a soft kiss to the side of her neck, a kiss that turned into a bite as soon as she came, the walls of her vagina clasping him so hard and so fast it was no surprise he came right then, allowing himself to release.
A few more rocks and he was done. Taking his teeth out of the wound they’d made in her neck, he pulled out of her and rolled to his back, his breathing rapid. Closing his eyes, he waited for Kagome to yell at him, demanding to know what the bite was for. When a few moments had passed and she still hadn’t said anything, not even her usual endearments, he ripped himself away from where he had been on the verge of dreamland to look at her inquiringly.
Kagome was still on her side, just as she’d been during their joining, only her eyes were wide and blank, looking pained. Foaming red-tinged spittle bubbled from her lips and onto the bed. A growing sense of horror erupting in him, he turned his wife onto her back and brought her into his arms.
“Kagome?!” he yelled, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack. “Kagome, say something! What the fuck happened?!”
No response came from her. Feeling nauseated, he shook her, succeeding only in getting some of the spit bubbles to leave her chin and fall on his thigh. When her fingers began to twitch, he felt relieved, and almost cried for joy. But the twitching moved from her fingers to her arms to her other limbs, and soon she was convulsing violently, making painful-sounding choked noises that tore at his heart.
Through the panic filling his mind, he remembered something from long ago, a girl who had come to visit their family home back when both Sesshomaru and he had been living there. He’d been young, in elementary school, and Sesshomaru had recently made him his own private bitch, something he hadn’t yet known enough about to resent. A girl had come over, a girl named Kagura. She was pretty, but so were all the girls his brother allowed to speak to him. Someday, Inuyasha wanted to be like that, too. He wanted pretty girls to fight for his attention. But this girl was different. The others left when Sesshomaru told them to, taking his threats to heart, but this one was not intelligent enough to sense danger, or maybe she was just too heartbroken. After showing up drunk and standing inside their living room screaming for a good fifteen minutes, Sesshomaru finally came down from his room. Inuyasha had been hiding in the hall closet, taking peeks at the scene even though it was far past his bedtime. His older brother spoke in a low voice, too low even for his ears, and that seemed to calm the girl down, although tears still streamed from her eyes. But it was the kiss that he’d remember. It was long, it was wet, and it disgusted him. A few minutes later, the girl had died, still in their home, foaming out the mouth and seizing.
And now present-day Inuyasha hated himself.
More terrified than he had been as a child, he brought Kagome to his chest, holding her so close and so tight that he could almost believe they really were one. It did little to stop her shaking. Letting out a sob, he fumbled in the pocket of the pants he still wore for his cell phone, almost crushing the numbers for the demonic emergency line in his haste. The line rang and rang and rang, far longer than it should have, before he finally heard a click. And then nothing. Had they just hung up on him? Again, he dialed the number. This time, he heard a voice.
“Hello!”
“I need your help! My wife is convulsing and—“
“The demonic emergency line is no longer available in your area,” the recording continued. “For further help and direction, please visit our website at—“
Inuyasha ended the call, dumbfounded. There was no way that emergency was not available here in this crowded and popular suburb. It was the demonic equivalent of the regular emergency line and legally mandated. He needed demon paramedics. He knew in his gut that this was Sesshomaru’s doing, Sesshomaru’s poison. Humans would not be able to deal with such a powerful thing, if they would even respond to his call. The tears came, spilling over without control onto his face, dripping down rapidly and hitting her hair.
The girl in his arms stopped convulsing quite so hard, and Inuyasha wondered if this was it. The end of their brief relationship and even briefer marriage. Maybe he should have been a little superstitious and not moved them into Jaken’s old home, even if it was priced lower due to the disappearance of the former owners. Maybe he should have gone home that day he stood outside Sesshomaru’s building. Maybe something would have come up and he could have paid the rent and kept the both of them fed and clothed. They didn’t need fancy things like a house and car and all these clothes if they had each other.
He knew then that if she died, he would as well. He’d slit his throat with his own claws and bleed out holding her body.
Just when that thought finished running through his mind and making a home there, Kagome began to glow. The shaking had stopped completely, her heart beat faint in his ears. Her skin became hotter and hotter to the touch, almost like she was burning from the inside, and even began to burn him. Still, he held her, not willing to surrender that one thing. A pink light began to emanate from her body and he blinked, wondering if he was hallucinating from the shock and pain. Or had he already died? The glow lightened from pink to white by degrees and he burned, a scream rising in his throat that he’d never allow to be released. Was this some effect of the poison he’d missed before? Turning her body into a bomb and taking them both out?
And then, like it had never been, the light and the pain ceased.
“Inuyasha? Why are you squeezing me so tight?”
Kagome’s voice was the sweetest thing he had ever heard. Tears continued to course down his cheeks, and he let them, astounded. How could this be real? How could such a miracle happen in a life like his own?
His wife pushed away from him, her eyes big and concerned. “And why are you human? The new moon was just last week.”
Confused, Inuyasha looked down to see his hands with flat nails, his hair black. Sniffing, he realized he couldn’t really smell anything apart from Kagome’s moisturizer and a faint whiff of their sex. Surreal. The entire night was surreal. Brushing Kagome’s own black hair aside, he looked at her neck. Nothing was there to mar the perfection of her skin.
“The mark didn’t take,” he murmured, torn between being upset and relieved.
“Mark?” Kagome asked, fine brows drawing together in confusion. “Do you mean a mating mark? You tried to mate me?” He saw the memory flicker in her eyes and then her hand rushed to her neck, feeling the spot he had bitten her. “The mating didn’t take! But why? Am I… Am I not meant to be yours?” Her lower lip trembled and her expression was nothing short of heartbroken.
“No,” he murmured, taking her into his arms. “There’s no way that’s true. This is all Sesshomaru’s fault,” he explained before he could stop himself. “It was his poison, and you somehow purified it. But only people with spiritual powers can do that, and I’ve never even sensed anything from you.”
“But how was his poison in your bite?” Kagome asked, bewildered.
Inuyasha’s jaw clenched. Sesshomaru could control and create his poison. It would not have been difficult for him to make one that would not harm a demonic being, instead only a human. He himself had acted as the host and transferred it to her. That meant Sesshomaru wanted Kagome dead. But why? Could he really not stand seeing him happy?
“You aren’t leaving this house again,” he growled as threateningly as he was able to in his human form.
“But—“
“Kagome, I swear to all the fucking gods out there that if you don’t obey me this time, I will tie you to the bed and feed you all your meals through a fucking tube, got that?! You’re in danger.”
Leaving the bed, he closed all the blinds, first making sure the windows were locked. Room by room, he went through the house, locking every door and making sure the place was sealed tight. He knew it wouldn’t stop anyone from attacking if they really wanted to, but again, it made him feel safer. When he was more or less satisfied no one was in the house and no one would come in without him knowing, he went back to their bedroom. Kagome was clutching his pillow to her, having fallen into an exhausted sleep. Settling in beside her, Inuyasha did nothing but watch her, his demonic features gradually returning little by little throughout the night and into the day.
This meant war.
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