InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A deal with a demon ❯ Chapter 19

It was hot- no, strike that; it was freezing. The small woman struggled with the blankets, throwing them on and off, twisting and turning, winding herself up into a tangled mess. The beads of sweat that rolled down her body produced a slight chill. Kagomes body did not feel her own; even the air surrounding her felt thick.

She had always handled being sick with a strong resilience- she simply had no time to be ill. There was always a job to go to, work to be done. Things to study, shrine chores to be completed. It was with an iron willed determination that she had stood up fever ridden to do her work, and did so with the necessary smile on her face.

But this time, it was different.

She had no job to rush off too. She had no impending due dates. She had studied as much as she could. There was nothing pushing her to get up. Not even her little brother checking in on her.

So she allowed herself to wallow in the sickness.

Had it always felt like this, or was this simply the worst illness she had ever experienced. She mentally went over the qualifiers for the plague. Kagome was aware that she was being slightly dramatic. Only slightly.

And Inuyasha-

What on Earth was that hanyou doing? He was holed up in his room, but every so often he would come out, idle around the kitchen, linger in the living room… he was just… there. Is this what he did with his day?

Over the years, she had hardly had a moment to catch her breath. She ran from one obstacle to another. Her days were so full, she often went without sleep.

And he…

He did nothing!

What an arrogant, wasteful life he lived!

Was he content to just lounge around, hour after hour, day after day?

She knew that his family was wealthy. No, that wasn't the right word.

He was so filthy rich is was almost nauseating.

Kagome suddenly wondered how he had grown up. Did he have a close knit family? She knew he had a brother. His parents were dead. Was…

Was he always alone?

She couldn't be sure if it was genuine sympathy, curiosity, or the fever, but she suddenly felt bad for her husband.

Husband.

Husband.

Nope, no matter how many times she said it, it still felt surreal. As she slid into the comfortable feeling of sleep, her mind raced around with unanswered questions.

~.~

Inuyasha was torn in two.

No, that wasn't quite right.

Make that three.

Part of him wanted to stay in his room, to avoid the smell of sickness. It always brought back the memories of death.

He was a hanyou, and had a superior immune system. He didn't fear contagious viruses, not like weak humans.

Not like his mother.

The smell…

It brought him back to his childhood. Back to when he was just a small boy, wanting nothing more than to be in his mothers arms, feeling nauseous himself from the aroma she carried. He bared it; he would have done anything to be with that woman.

And her smile-

He wished he could see it now. No one smiled quite like she did.

Maybe that was why he could never settle down. No one measured up to her. Would she be proud of him? How he turned out?

Maybe he should knock some sense into his damn head. What the hell was wrong with him lately?

His sense of smell was his strongest asset.

His sharp nose could pick up that the little woman only a few feet away was in pain. He could hear the little whimpers she made, caught the stench of her sweat as she moved around aimlessly.

It made him feel uneasy to have her sick. He wanted to sit by her, care for her, hold her hot body close to his…

Which brought him to his last feeling.

He wanted to get the fuck out of there and run.

The dumb bitch had to get herself sick. Had to bring up these memories for him, these uncomfortable feelings, things he just generally did not want to deal with.

He wanted to rip his silver locks out with frustration and indecision.

As much as he wanted to abandon the girl and head for the hills, the pull of his demon was too strong today.

He was itching with need. It was clawing at him to scoop her up. To care for its sick wounded mate-

Nope. He had to squash that crap down.

He was coming to terms that his demon was looking at Kagome as his mate, but he sure as hell wasn't. That wasn't his demons decision to decide. Even though it felt like nails against a chalkboard at times, when he went against his natural instinct, he was determined to override whatever the hell his demon wanted.

Inuyasha was sure that it wasn't Kagome herself. It had to be because they were living together. That her scent was all over his place, mingling together to create something uniquely their own.

He didn't hate it.

He could admit that much.

But it could have been anyone. It could be Kikyo, that girl amber from the other night, the other woman who had the red hair… Akane, maybe? The point being, it wasn't her specifically…. Right?

He couldn't help the gnawing feeling that his assumption was wrong. That it was something about her, his little wife that drew his demon to her side.

Wife.

Every time he said it, the mere thought of it made his demon rumble with satisfaction. He felt a sick pride in reminding himself that this was just a contract- in a few years time she would be gone.

It felt like a fucking pit in his stomach.

So his demon wouldn't let him leave. The smell made him sick. The noises she made his skin crawl. So he did the only thing he could-

He fucking paced his apartment like a moron.

It was just about time for him to go back out there. It had been what- 15 minutes? Maybe 20 since he last checked on her.

Not that he could let her know that's what he was doing. There was no way in Hell he was going to let her know he was concerned.

He turned the handle to the door, his silver ears turning to the direction of her steady breathing. She was asleep, and soundly.

Her skin was flushed, her hair damp from sweat. Through all the odors, he could still catch her scent. Wild flowers. It was something purely her. And with the sweat…

Damn, he hoped he could catch her one day after the gym. It was so erotic… it brought other ideas to mind.

Kagome was moving again, unease written on her beautiful features. Her long legs kicked off the blankets, only to reveal…

That she was in her underware.

At some point, she must have taken off her shorts, in an effort to reach a comfortable temperature. Now the hanyou was glad he stayed home.

They were black, small and lacy. He would have been overwhelmed with desire had he not had the lingering smell of sickness clinging around her.

Honestly, what was this girl thinking? Wearing such things around him. He didn't even think she owned something so sexy!

Not that she wore it for him, he had to remind himself. And she sure as hell would throw a fit if she found out he had ever seen her panties. It wasn't like he was peeping… she was the one who exposed herself.

And her shirt, loose tee shirt was ridden up, revealing the flat plains of her stomach. The curve of her hips made his mouth water. He wanted to reach out, to touch feel her, he softness of her flesh under his large firm hand. Her skin was calling to him, calling his name in the most primal way, an urge so strong he was sure he had never felt that way before… He wanted to pick her up and hold her body against his, comfort her until those painful moans ceased.

Inuyasha had to take a step back.

He had no right to touch this woman, unaware and ill. Just her very presence alone made him want to do things that were foreign to him.

Being around her was turning him into a person he didn't much care for.

~.~

When Kagome awoke, she sat up, stretching high above her head.

It had been a long night.

“Finally awake?” A masculine voice called from the kitchen.

“Inuyasha?” She called, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Who else would it be, wench?”

“Yep. Definitely Inuyasha.”

“Feh.” Came his dismissive reply.

After a few moments of silence, the hanyou spoke.

“Feeling better?” He asked off handedly, as if he couldn't care less.

“Yep. Thank goodness.” She said. “Im sure Ill feel even better after a shower.” With that, she stood up, making her way to the bathroom.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Eh?”

“Im not sure if it was a fever induced dream or not… but did you by any chance give me medicine in the middle of the night?.”

“Huh?” He stammered, trying to play it cool.

“Yeah, you kept checking on me, demanding I take medicine haha. Did- did that-“

“Feh. Does that sound like me?”

“Youre right.” She said with a small laugh. “It just seemed so real that-“

“Woman,” He said, with a firm tone.

She narrowed her eyes at the dog demon.

“I really like those panties on you.” He said, a delicious tone to match his smirk.

“What are you- AHH!”

As Kagome ran to the bathroom, she hurled everything in her path at her rude husband, who for the first time, got to see his wife in her underware.