InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A deal with a demon ❯ Chapter 13

A lot of things had happened to Kagome over the last few months that she found hard to believe; marrying a total stranger, moving in with her husband, having nothing but time to focus on her studies. But what continually left her in awe, was the ramen.

Inuyashas, and only Inuyashas, if she was to be specific. He had made it very clear that she was to keep her `damn hands' off of his stash.

It made absolutely no sense. The dog demon had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, had the finest chefs to cater to his every exotic taste.

And he chose ramen.

Ramen!

And not even the good stuff! It was the cheap, sodium packed, bottom of the barrel quality that he hungered for. As a future doctor, she shuddered thinking about his diet. She had even tried to convince him that although it tasted good now, in the long term he was doing himself harm stuffing his face with that garbage.

And he told her exactly where she could shove her opinions.

She had figured that she would become accustomed to seeing the stacks of noodle cups line her cupboards, hearing the slight slurping sounds he made when he ate, the way he shoveled it in like he had never tasted such a delicious morsel in his life.

But she didn't. She couldn't. It was too unreal. How someone so rich chose to dine on something she ate when her family's finances struggled just seemed like a bizarre dream.

As Kagome walked in the door of Inuyas- their apartment, she wondered if she would find her new husband home.

He was often out when she came home from class. She didn't dare ask where. She already had a good idea.

It wasn't that she minded, per se.

What he wanted to do with his time, with his life, was his business.

It was just…

When he wasn't here… it felt like she was intruding in on someone elses home. The apartment seemed cold, like it lacked a soul.

And it was empty.

She missed her mothers laughter, the brothers jokes, her grand fathers nagging and stories.

She missed the feeling of home.

Kagome dropped her bag to the floor. It seemed as if Inuyasha was out again. Typical.

Moving to her bed, she flopped down on the overly stuffed mattress. Another new addiction. At night she tossed and turned, missing the old grooves of hers at home. The same spring that kept her awake at night then, plagued her with longing now.

If she closed her eyes, she could picture herself before this madness started. Dragging her feet up the stairs after a weary day. The long hours of school and work wearing down on her. She would crawl under her sheets, her cat bouyo eager to curl up by her side.

`Hm. Maybe I should get a cat. A companion would be nice.' A thought ran across her mind, `Would Inuyasha like that? Hes a dog demon after all. Would he be able to get along with one?' In her mind she conjured up the image of her new husband giving a kitten the stink eye.' She had to clamp her mouth to cover her laughter.

“Whats so funny, woman?” A loud voice asked over her.

“Ah!” She screamed, immediately sitting up, feeling her heart beat wildly against her chest. “When did you get here?!”

“I've been here the whole time, dummy.”

“But- I- I didn't-“

“Not everyone is as loud as you are, wench.” He said crossing his arms with a smirk. “So, let me in on the joke.”

“Hm. No way.” She said decidedly.

“Why not?”

“Because you wouldn't think its funny.”

“And how do you know that?” He asked.

“Because you don't have a sense of humor.” Kagome answered dryly.

“What?”

“Its true. You're so serious all the time.”

“Feh. That's not true.”

“Well, I'm just commenting on what I know.”

Inuyasha moved closer. Kagome felt her back straighten, the hairs on her neck rise. The dog demon bent over, placing his hands on either side of her.

“And what do you know about me?” He asked, his voice a low rumble.

Her heartbeat quickened. She had to make a conscious effort to breathe. He was far too close.

“I, I…”

She worried her bottom lip, stalling, waiting for an answer.

What the hell was he doing? His eyes were boring into her like daggers, focused on her plump lips.

He was looking at her like a piece of meat.

“I know what you're playing at, dog boy.” She said, her voice firm.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I do.” She said, leaning in closer to him. Her breath was hot on his ears.

“And for the record, this doesn't count as funny.”

Kagome wasn't sure, but she could have sworn she heard him take a breath to steady his nerves. If he did, it worked. In a flash he recovered.

“Too smart for that, eh?”

“Is that what you do to women? Because your moves are seriously lacking.”

“Come again?”

“And here I thought you were supposed to have better hearing.”

“Damn it woman, I-“

“Oh lighten up. It's a joke. A joke.”

“Keh.”

“So. Are you going out tonight?” She asked off handedly.

“Whats it matter to you?” Inuyasha said, crossing his arms.

“Geez. Just curious. You are always so combative. Feel free to talk to me like a person any time, dog boy.”

“You're the one that started name calling first, wench.”

“Ugh. Whatever.”

“Feh.” Was all he grunted before Kagome hear the door close behind him.

`Maybe ill get a puppy. A dog that is capable of being trained.'

~.~

Inuyasha hadn't meant to do that. He had not meant to anger her. He had not meant to be so guarded. Hell, he hadn't even meant to leave the house.

There was just something about her that drove him insane. The way she carried herself, the way she intruded on his space, the way she smelled. Fuck just her being there.

He had been inside his room, on the verge of sleep. He had heard the sound of the lock turning, her light footsteps making their way to her bed.

It was her laughter that drew him in. It was genuine and light. Sweet as nectar. His feet had moved as their own accord until he realized that he was hovering over her.

He had just wanted to be a part of it; to know what amused her so much.

And instead he fucked it up by being the royal asshole that he always was.

Feh.

He had a sense of humor. Shes the one who couldn't take a joke.

Not…

Not that he had been joking.

If she hadn't been so strong, so resistant, he would have taken her right then and there, consequences be damned.

He couldn't remember the last time he wanted someone so bad.

Gods, he had practically salivated when her white teeth had bit down on her plump lip. His demon clawed at him to do the job for her.

He needed to fuck. He needed to get laid. He needed to get his fucking wife out of his god damned head.

He strode into the bar, the volume of the place immediately hurting his ears. Not for the first time, he wondered why he even bothered.

The stench was overwhelming. The people, the sweat, the spilled drinks and food. He had to grind his teeth together.

It wasn't long before a woman was by his side.

She was blonde, slender, with perky boobs, and best yet, willing.

All the woman were. They wanted him for his wealth, his power, his demon looks.

And Kagome wanted him to get the hell away.

“Are you listening to me?” She asked, pretending to be insulted.

“Keh, my mind was wandering.”

“Well, I have an idea or two to keep you better occupied.” She said flirtatiously.

He could smell the desire on her a mile away. The bitch wanted him. She smelled horny, and like expensive perfume.

She smelled like shit in comparison to Kagome.

He could feel the pull, the battle that was starting within him.

He wanted to fuck this stranger.

He wanted to have his way, and forget her name, if he even bothered to learn it.

He wanted no reservations.

But his demon….

It was toeing dangerous territory.

It was feeling possessive. It was feeling loyal. It was calling for its ma-

No.

He was confused. He had to be. He had to be feeling some kind of guilt because Kagome was home alone. He was confused because she had the word wife tacked on to her. Their fates tied together, if only briefly.

He wasn't going to lose to his primal urges.

Even if they were stronger than anything he had ever felt in his life.

So strong he was losing his desire for other women.