InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Girl Used ❯ Morning Havoc ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Inuyasha is the property of Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Productions, among others.

A/N: Thanks to all my readers and reviewers! Fanfiction wouldn't be fanfiction without you guys.

Gin Blossom: Yeah, Kagome was annoying to write drunk, and I even saved myself the headache of making her a giddy drinker who like laughs at everything. She's going to be more herself sober, thank god.

ThisIsMeSmiling: I do get sick of all the youkai men being super awesome in bed. Kouga seems fairly sure of himself, so I thought it would be funny to poke some fun at him.

Miftygirl: Um…aren't most drunk girls “slutty, ignorant, and lack self respect”? I guess I did a good job of characterization! But seriously, you are entitled to your opinion, just if you aren't going to read my story, you don't have to check in with me. I realize that more people are not going to read than actually will, so save yourself the trouble e of telling a writer the characters she spent months planning and weeks writing suck.

fluffyluver666: Yeah, I didn't want to make Inuyasha too much of a jack ass. At least he's better than Kouga. I kind of hate to write Kouga this way, but he is always so self centered he just fits for the bad guy I need.

Strawberry-Ringo: She did kind of fall out of drunken character didn't she? Lets mark it up as a moment of clarity, lol. I modeled Kagome's drinking behavior after my friend who has a love affair with Jose Quervo Tequila. She does have times where she's more coherent than others after a few shots.

A lot of you guys commented on the lack of sweet little Kagome. She'll be back to some extent, but I'm trying something new in this story. As a reader and a writer, sometimes I just get tired of the “Kagome-as-perfect-prude” meets “Inuyasha-as Sex-God-Player” motif and need to explore new angles. If you don't like it, once again, this is not required reading.

Chapter 2

Again, Kagome was not acting like Inuyasha had expected.

The most potent memory he had of the girl was of her being an extremely timid virgin, blushing at the slightest sexual innuendo.

No, he had definitely not expected her to pounce on him the exact second he latched shut the door of his newly-rented apartment. Or rip his shut off, his poor buttons going every which way.

Kagome shoved him up against the kitchen counter and latched onto his neck with her leech lips. Her thin frame pressed against his, grinding his back up against the Formica. Inuyasha found himself, hands on the shoulders of an extremely intoxicated version of the woman he had been hoping to see again for years. Kagome was so preoccupied with giving him a hicci that Inuyasha did not have many options: he was afraid moving away too quickly might result in blood loss. Normally, he would have been helping the girl out of her shirt and into his bed, but 1) his bed wasn't unpacked all the way and 2) he just didn't feel he could take advantage of Kagome when she was like this. His rule of thumb: never sleep with a drunken girl. Especially one you had a history with. Or might have to see socially the next day.

Yes, she appeared extremely willing, but from the girls he had talked with at school, he knew that the power of drunk goggles could be just as bad for woman as they were for guys. This might not even be what she wanted when she was sober. What if she was really close to the wolf youkai she was sleeping with? It seemed unlikely given the state he had found her in, and Inuyasha would be more than happy to help her out of that relationship, but he didn't want Kagome to have anything to regret.

He knew he already had enough shit to work through with Kagome, and Inuyasha didn't want to add to the pile. The only reason why he had agreed to leave with her was he was certain she would pass out in the car. Then he could let her sleep it off, cook her breakfast, and hopefully talk things out before that Sango girl got her clutches on her again.

It was just so fucking hard to be all moral when Kagome was sucking her way down his chest like that!

When she reached his belly button the hanyou decided that if he did not stop her then and there, he wouldn't stop her at all. Tightening his grip on her shoulders, he all-but-hauled up Kagome so she was face to face with him again. “We can't do this.”

He was sure she was trying to cock her head to one side, but she ended up resting her head on her shoulder, eyes fluttering, “Why not?”

Good. She sounds sleepy.

“Because I—we can't. I don't want to hurt you.”

His words caused Kagome to start up. Looking into her eyes, Inuyasha could see she was trying not to cry.

“Why should you be any different? All guys just use me and leave me. That hurts. Sex hurts,” She paused, her head down for a moment. Inuyasha thought she was weeping, but suddenly Kagome raised head, her glazed eyes filled with lust and determination. “At least you're good at it…sorta,” a thin smile formed over her lips and she leaned up to Inuyasha's mouth. “Now where were we?” Her breath curled across his lips and more than likely would have been the undoing of him, but the smell of alcohol called out to him, and again Inuyasha pushed Kagome away.

“I said no.”

Kagome visibly pouted, “I said yes. It's the least you can do. Or have your forgotten how?” Deft, slender were trying to work his belt buckle, but lacked the dexterity to get anywhere.

Inuyasha found himself rising to her glib: “Wh-what? I remember how! And what do you mean sorta?!”

“Then prove it!”

Glaring down at her, it was all Inuyasha could do not to prove it. “Kagome no. Not to tonight. Maybe when you're sober.”

“Oh, so now you're all honorable! Ha! There's no such thing.” She swayed a little on her feet and her eye lids fluttered. Despite her bravado, Inuyasha could see she was wearing down, running pretty much on fumes.

“Fine. I'll show you the bedroom and let me brush my teeth.”

Kagome nodded and took a few staggering steps forward. Seeing that she really wasn't going to last much longer, Inuyasha scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his futon top that had been dropped in the center of his living room.

“Where's your bed? Aren't I good enough for a bed?” Kagome grumbled, her words slurring together. She had closed her eyes now, but every once in a while she gave a good hearted effort to keep them open, failing miserably each time.

“This is my bed. I just moved.” And I've spent so much time looking for your sorry ass that I've had no time to put the damn thing together.

Nodding in understanding, Kagome allowed Inuyasha to tuck her under the covers. He then hurried back into the kitchen, found a clean glass to fill with water and rushed back to Kagome. “Here, drink this.”

“Why?” She grumbled.

Kneeling down, Inuyasha supported her head and got her to drink as he explained how it would help to fight off her hang over in the morning. He repeated the process a few more times until Kagome was chocking water back up she was so out of it.

To make sure that she really would fall asleep, Inuyasha locked himself in the bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he picked up a magazine and flipped through the pages until the words started to run together.

I need sleep just as much as Kagome.

Going back into the living room, Inuyasha found her passed out and sprawled over the futon's surface.

He had been planning on taking his couch (which the movers had been nice enough to put in his bedroom for him) but looking down at the unconscious Kagome, suddenly the hard lumpy sofa didn't seem like such a good idea.

You didn't sleep with her and she was begging for it. Don't you deserve a good cuddle?

With another moment of hesitation, Inuyasha climbed in beside Kagome. Carefully trying not to wake her he repositioned her body so it was lined up with his, spooning her into him, her back to his chest. It had been so long since he had been this close to anyone, much less Kagome. She moaned gently in her sleep and pushed her body back into his. The hanyou tightened his hold on her, reveling in her scent and softness. Sleepily, he pressed a kiss to her temple and Kagome responded by murmuring something that sounded damn near his name.

I hope this lasts…

In moments, Inuyasha was asleep.

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Kagome woke slowly, here head pounding and stomach aching. When she had finally eked her eyes open, the light from the windows around her proved too much.

Instantly, she was on her shaky legs and running for the bathroom.

Only to realize that she wasn't in her apartment.

And worse.

She had no idea where the bathroom was.

To add insult to injury, the overwhelming need to pee also possessed Kagome.

Dashing down the narrow hallway, she opened the first door she came to. Fuck! It was filled with boxes and no toilet!

Mercifully, the next door she tried was in fact a bathroom and Kagome rushed inside, breathing a sigh of relief that she made it in the nick of time.

Once she had finished using the facilities and had washed the potent taste of vomit out of her mouth, Kagome wanted to look around, but instead found herself on the floor of the bathroom, leaning her head against the cool porcelain of the bathtub.

Dully, she became aware of a buzzing coming from her jeans. Contorting this way and that, Kagome finally managed to pull out her cell phone, which was vibrating its poor little heart out.

Not bothering to see who was calling, she answered it, “Hello?” Her voice came cracking and groggy and Kagome had to clear it before saying a greeting before.

She needn't have bothered.

“Where. In The. HELL are you? Christ Kagome. I've been calling for hours. HOURS. I was certain Inuyasha had turned into a serial killer and come back to maim, rape, and murder you. Do you have any idea how worried I've been? I swear…”

Sango continued on for some time, and Kagome set the phone down to heave again over the toilet when another painful wave of nausea hit home. When she finished, she picked up her phone to hear Sango's rant just tapering off.

“…I'd just have to cut it off. Are you alright?”

Kagome was thrown by the question. She had been so busy finding the bathroom it only registered that she wasn't in her apartment and therefore the bathroom wasn't where it should be. Peering around the bathroom, Kagome tried to gage how “alright” she was, but couldn't say anything definitive.

“Kagome? Are you still alive? Serisously? Inuyasha didn't murder you just now, did he? Kagome!?” Sango's frantic, gasping voice echoed out on the tiled bathroom walls.

“I'm fine Sango. Wait.” Kagome felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. “Did you say Inuyasha?”

That name. That face. That asshole! At the mere thought of Inuyasha, Kagome reflexively felt for her clothes and was relieved that she had the same shirt, jeans, and presumably panties on from the night before.

Sango was taking Kagome's confusion and running with it. “What do you mean Inuyasha?? Like you don't remember last night.”

Pausing, Kagome realized that she did not in fact remember much of the night before. Ok, I was drinking after Kouga left like that, and then I made Sango take me out because I didn't want to be in my apartment. We were talking and then…then…oh fuck monkeys! Kagome's mind was suddenly awash in images of her activities from the previous night, ending with her and Inuyasha in his kitchen.

“Saaaangooooo,” Kagome whined, breaking through her friend's rant. “I know I've said it before, but you are not to let me near tequila again.”

“What could you have possibly done this time that was so bad?”

“I think I tried to rape Inuyasha in his kitchen,” she groaned, covering half her face with her free hand.

Sango sounded doubtful, “Are you sure it wasn't the other way around?”

“I'm sure,” Kagome remember the way she had sucked to Inuyasha's collar bone. “He really didn't seem to want me. I'm so embarrassed.”

Sango only snorted in response.

Before Kagome could retort, there was a soft knock on the door and not waiting for her answer, Inuyasha popped his head inside.

“Sango, let me call you right back.”

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Pulling up to Kagome's apartment building, Kouga took a moment to run his claws through his hair. He needed to look good for his lady. Especially since he had to kidnap said lady, spirit her away from all she knew to be his baby-making machine. Otherwise, he would lose his title, position in his pack, and the large stipend that entailed. Sure all the brats he and Kagome would conceive together would be hanyous, but they would keep her occupied and show all the wolves how fertile he really was. As a wolf prince should be.

But Kagome really was the lucky one here. She was finally going to get some of that goddamn “commitment” she was always bitching about. He would have to stay faithful to her, so that would mean he would have to be extra careful about the mistress he was planned to keep.

Picking up the crumbled, half-dead flowers he had bought from the gas station that morning, Kouga climbed out of the car. Taking the steps two at a time, he found himself outside Kagome's door, but not alone. Sitting on her welcome mat was Kagome's friend, what's-her-face.

“What are you doing here?”

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Kagome looked at the eggs, orange juice, small coffee, and muffin sitting out in front of her as though they were all plotting amongst themselves as to the best way to eat her face off her bones.

Shyly, under her eye lashes, she stole a look at Inuyasha who was still intently staring at her from across his tiny kitchen table.

Perhaps it was better to keep her eyes on her scheming breakfast.

However the silence was starting to drum on Kagome's already sensitive temples.

“Ok fine!” She growled in a huff and took a gigantic bite out of the muffin. Mmm. Blueberry.

Inuyasha couldn't hide his smirk. “At least you don't think its poisoned.”

“Hmmpf!” Kagome attempted to speak over the mound of muffin stuffing her face.

Since it appeared he could have Kagome's attention without the girl in question interrupting him, Inuyasha snapped up the opportunity with a deep breath and a plunge, “You're not an easy girl to track down.” Lame, lame, lame.

Kagome, who found shoveling eggs into her mouth served to settle her stomach, stared at Inuyasha blankly, fork poised half-way to her mouth.

“Really?” She reflected on his words for a moment, and added, “Why are you looking for me?” Sango's fears about Inuyasha murdering her and cutting her up in his bathtub drenched Kagome's mind. Nervously, she set her food down and leaned back into her chair, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.

Now that she was actually talking to him, Inuyasha felt a wave of shyness wash over him. Great fucking time to get all blushy.

Swallowing the choking-ball of anxiety that threatened to suffocate him, Inuyasha forced the words out: “I fucked up.”

Kagome blinked at him, her brows coming together in apparent confusion. “You fucked up? How? Bringing me here last night so I could assault you?”

“You didn't assault me. When I left,” the hanyou struggled to clarify. “I shouldn't have done that.”

Once more, all he got was a blank stare.

“Kagome?” Inuyasha prodded. He had hoped for a more a reaction—preferably one between what had happened the night before (the good) and any scenario where that hot cup of coffee ended up being poured down one of his fluffy puppy ears (the bad and the ugly).

Her face remained serene and her voice cool as she spoke, “Why do you think I would care about something that happened three years ago, Inuyasha?”

“I—I was your first—”

“But not my only,” there was a sudden harshness to Kagome's eyes and bitterness that did not suit her. Clearly she was upset but refused to admit it. “Look, Inuyasha, thanks for breakfast and letting me crash here and sorry about that thing I put on your neck, but I should be going.” She started to move her chair back to stand.

“Wait!” Inuyasha leaned across the narrow table to gently hold Kagome in her seat by her shoulder. “Ok, maybe I didn't mean as much to you as you did to me,” the bottom of his stomach plummeted at the thought, but he continued on, “but I can't stop thinking about you. Are you saying you don't think about me at all?”

Kagome resigned herself to sitting in the chair for a little longer, glaring at Inuyasha, “You think about the girl you left without your new number or address? Couldn't get me off you mind, really? You seriously expect me to believe that Inuyasha?”

“I was fucking afraid Kagome!”

“Of me?”

“Yes!” Inuyasha threw his hands up in the air. “You liked me, you accepted me. You let me have sex with you! You accepted me in a way no one else ever had. Kami Kagome, with you it was like everything was going to be alright—all those things my brother and other demons and humans had told me weren't true—I could be happy. But at the same time everything was spiraling out of my control. I so afraid it was too good to be true that it really was.” His voice cracked in exasperation, and the hanyou could feel his heart beating blood into his ears.

Kagome rolled her eyes, though she had to give him points for originality and persistence, “So what? You didn't think you could handle a long distant relationship? If you weren't fucking me, there was no reason to stay in touch?”

“No!” Inuyasha leaned over, fisting his hands in his bowed head. He counted to ten, breathing to calm himself down. When he spoke again, his voice had grown quiet, tired: “At the time, it just didn't seem like you would last. That if I tried to hold on to you, anything you felt for me would just be gone. I guess I thought that if I wasn't there you would get bored with a long distance relationship. And…and I guess there was the fact I didn't really know how to treat a girl I really cared about. You were my only girl friend who wanted me not just something I could buy her—I knew I didn't deserve you. I was a jerk.”

Nodding stiffly, Kagome processed what she was hearing. “So why are you here now?” Her expression was still unreadable, but her eyes were softer and Inuyasha could pick up the tell-tell signs of tears forming beneath her skin. She wasn't going to burst into sobs, but she was thinking about it.

“I guess I wanted to see you more than anything, to know that you're alright. But really, I like to think I've changed—”

Cutting him off with a growl, Kagome threw a piece of egg at his head, “And so what? I'm supposed to welcome you back with open arms!”

“No—”

“I know you can smell another man on me from last night Inuyasha,” she said defiantly, but through the front she was putting up, Inuyasha could see something of the girl he had left three years earlier. She might not be exactly the same, but despite her words and actions, there was still a little of the old Kagome left. “He doesn't take me seriously, in fact, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we fucked like rabbits.”

“That's not what I want.”

“So what you want is automatically what I want?” Kagome called his bluff. Inside, she could feel her self control slipping. She didn't want to be angry, but anger was the only thing she had to shield her in her weakened state. Inuyasha made warm fuzzy feelings bloom inside her stomach, feeding the butterflies that were already running amuck down there. There was no way she could let Inuyasha in and survive if he left again. She was still missing pieces of her from the last time they were together, and no other man—not even Kouga when he had been his best and she most felt she might love him—could fill that gap.

“God would you just fucking listen to me? It hurt—”

Kagome gave one last stab at wrath: “Fine Inuyasha! What do you want me to say? When you left something broke inside? Because it did. I was a stupid little girl who believed in soul mates and true loved and fucking happily ever after. One minute you were there and the next think I knew you were gone and I had to hear it from Miroku of all people that you had known your family was leaving for months. So yes, Inuyasha, that hurt, and I don't think I've ever really recovered from being abandoned. You used me and left me. I didn't know what else you could have planned.” Her hands shook a little after her words left her. It felt good to have finally said all that out loud to Inuyasha; Kagome needed him to understand.

“I didn't mean for things to happen the way they did! I never actually thought we'd go that far.”

“Right. Assuming I actually believe that, after we had sex, you still thought there was no reason to tell me you were leaving?” Some of the heat had left Kagome's attack, and the words felt empty to her ears. Looking back on the night before, Inuyasha had taken care of her. He didn't drink at the bar and drove her home sober. The hanyou had not taken advantage of her drunken proposition, and even let her sleep in his bed. Or what constituted his bed. And he had some pretty kick ass blueberry muffins on hand, so maybe there might be something to this. Maybe.

Inuyasha hoped he was reaching her; she didn't seem as angry as she had been. Baby steps is all I can do. “Like I said, I was a stupid jerk, and I'm so unbelievably sorry, Kagome, really. I guess I'm here because, well, I wanted to know that you're alright and hoping I could see you again. Though possibly without the tequila,” Inuyasha gave a weak stab at humor to test the waters.

All the fight whooshed out of Kagome with his apology. He looked so damn sincere, and Inuyasha was not the type of guy who could lie to a girl's face about something like this. It was Inuyasha, after all, and maybe he was telling the truth—stranger things had happened. Besides, she knew how to be on her guard now thanks to Kouga. “I don't know, Inuyasha. I—I think I want to, but I'm not sure if that's such a good idea,” she answered honestly.

Inuyasha sighed, “I understand.” Reaching out across the table, he lightly picked a blueberry off her face with a smile, “I just wanted you to know there aren't that many people that I care for, but you're one of them. I'm here for you if you need me.”

Shaking her head, Kagome found herself saying, “I'm not the same girl you knew three years ago. I've changed—you might not even like the person I've become.” He needed to know what she was like now, but Inuyasha cut her off.

“I could say the same thing about myself, Kagome. I know no one is perfect and that people don't stay exactly the same. But I'm sure all the good parts of you are still there.” Carefully he reached out and took up her hand, stroking his thumb on the underside of her palm. “I'm not saying we should pick up where we left off. I just want a chance to see you again. Maybe more than once, if you can still stand me.”

Kagome gave him a weak smile, “All right. I guess we could try.” She pushed a tear away with the side of her hand. “I'm sorry,” she sniffled. It was amazing how calm she felt with Inuyasha's soothing words and touch; at least she could be somewhat certain he wasn't about to murder her. “I'm not usually like this—emotional, angry, bitter. Its just first Kouga and then waking up in your apartment of people's threw me a bit.”

“So what are you like?” Inuyasha offered helpfully, giving them both an out of their serious conversation.

Kagome gave him a bleary-eyed smile, “Do you really want to know?”

Inuyasha nodded.

Fidgeting with her eggs, Kagome tried to think of what to say. There were so many things she wanted to tell him, but something in her didn't want to reveal too much. “I'm in college now. I study year round, even over the summer, so with the university classes I took when we were still in high school, I'm going to graduate early, and then it's off to med school.”

“Sounds like you've got things together,” Inuyasha offered a smile.

“Everything but dating,” Kagome snorted. She rubbed her fingers over her forehead, “I don't know why I put up with Kouga—loneliness I guess. I had two boyfriends after you, but they really didn't want to stick around. Kouga's just the one who keeps coming back, even if it is just for sex.” Kagome finished with a sad shrug, more than aware of the fact she had not wanted to say anything like that to Inuyasha. “I'm a mess when it comes to anything that resembles a relationship.”

“Kagome, I'm—”

She held up a hand to stop him. “Don't say you're sorry again. It's my own fault; wallowing in my own self pity. You could say you were the catalyst,” Kagome finished with a shrug, and they fell in to a small silence.

Inuyasha looked as though he wanted to say something, but before he could get the words out, Kagome's phone buzzed through her jeans.

Checking the id box, she saw it was Sango. She answered it with a chuckle, keeping her eyes locked with Inuyasha's, “Sango, I'm fine, Inuyasha's not trying to put me through his meat grinder.”

Sango was much subdued from their earlier conversation. “Kagome, I'm at your apartment. I think you should come here.”

Immediately, Kagome knew something was off. “Sango, are you okay?”

There was a pause and it sounded as though someone was giving instructions. “No, Kagome.” More silence. Suddenly, there was the sound of air blowing over the phone's mouth piece, followed by a slamming car do, then stillness. Sango's voice came in. She was clearly out of breath, but the strange monotone she had been speaking in was replaced by words fast with worry, “Kagome, look, I was at your apartment waiting for you and Kouga showed up. He seemed really angry and,” there was clearly the sound of someone punching metal, “he wanted to know where you were. He took my purse—bastard has my keys so I can't drive off—but he gave my phone to call you. Look, I'm going to call the cops before he puts another dent in my hood.”

Kagome dumbly agreed, “Ok, we'll be right over, Sango, hang in there.” Her mind was having trouble processing everything that was happening. She did know that she needed to get to her friend. If Kouga did anything to Sango, Kagome knew she would only have herself to blame. “Inuyasha, you have to take me home. I think Sango's in trouble.”

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A/N: FYI, I am working on over hauling my story “Better Things than You” but I've found it needs a lot more work than I had previously supposed. The last few chapters I posted are seriously lacking in more things than one, so I'm cutting excess off and planning new things to put in. Once I get it going in a coherent direction, I'll start posting edited chapters. Since I had been working on “Better Things” I rewarded myself with an update to this fic.