InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Sealed Fate ❯ Chapter 5

Things had returned to its normal pace- long days on the road searching for shards, friendly banter along with idle chatter and, of course, the sound of a perverted monk becoming reacquainted with the backside of Sangos… hand.

Today was what most of the group determined to be a lucky day- they had finally spotted a village. They had been sleeping under the stars for over two weeks now and the group, InuYasha excluded, was delighted that the possibility of a soft futon and a warm mean was a possibility. Miroku wasted no time sensing an evil aura on the biggest and wealthiest home; in fact, it had been so long since the monk was able to use his sales pitch that he put on quite a show, and earned the admiration of the locals, requesting the strange group spend an extra day so that Miroku could bless their homes in turn. Everyone seemed thrilled by that not only would they have a chance to rest and refuel their bellies, but line their wallet as well.

All of course, except a certain hanyou.

“I don't see why we have to spend an extra day here. Were just wasting time hunting down that bastard Naraku!”

“InuYasha, we need a break. If we don't get a little rest our bodies are going to fall apart! You've been marching us nonstop for days now, and we have gone along without complaint- SO DON'T YOU DARE COMPLAIN ABOUT US STAYING HERE!”

“I can complain, bitch, because we're wasting TIME!”

“Don't call me that Dog-boy!”

Inuyasha lowered his voice, narrowed his eyes and squared his shoulders. She infuriated him, but he had to admit he loved to mess with her. Her eyes held such a fire and her body flushed red. It was too irresistible-

He purposefully spoke the word-

“Bitch.”

“SIT BOY! SIT SIT SIT!”

“Oi-UGH!”

The mighty hanyou was forced to the ground and could do nothing but glare at the miko and wonder exactly what he found so alluring about pissing her off.

If Kagome had thought that their passionate kiss would have changed something between them, she would have been fooling herself. This was not the first time that they had shared an embrace or let themselves get a little too carried away with the moment. As much as she enjoyed it, longed for it to happen again and continue-

She also wished that it didn't. Each time they took a step further in their relationship he would retreat ten steps back. He would avoid her eyes for days, and speak to her in a manner that made her blood boil. He either was ashamed of what they did or he repulsed by it. Sometimes she thought that he was embarrassed or afraid, maybe even felt guilty. Kagome could never pinpoint the exact emotion he seemed to be struggling with; it changed every time. Although many considered him simple because he does not bare his soul to the word or share his thoughts freely, Inuyasha was the most complex person she knew. And so much of it came from his inability to see the good in himself.

So his excessive rude behavior was nothing new to her; she had been expecting it. In many ways, everything was back to normal. If the hanyou thought that al it would take was harsh words to scare her off, he was sadly mistaken.

As Inuyasha glared from his crater at the miko, the slayer, the kit and the cat strode by, headings shaking from both laughter and pity. His sensitive ears heard the jingle of the monks staff and his scowl deepened; Mikroku never missed an opportunity to taunt him while he was down.

“You know Inuyasha, I have a theory as to why you so frequently put yourself in this position.”

The dog demon rolled his eyes awaiting an answer he was sure he wasn't going to like. The monk leaned down closer.

“It is my belief that you get yourself purposely sat, so that you might get a better view of Kagomes lovely skirts. They are after all so short and-“

The monk was cut off pervert thought as the dog demon rose in record speed and hit Miroku over the head. He glared at his `friend'.

“Watch that dirty mouth of yours, monk.”

“Ah, Inuyasha, I am simply saying that your rosary had its advantages! If Sango would wear the strange clothing that Kagome does, I would be eager to aquire one as well.”

This made the dog demon snort. If miroku had a rosary he would create a crater so deep he would never crawl out of it. Inuyasha dusted off his clothing as he attempted to find where the rest of the group had gone off to.

“You think I like having this collar around my neck? Every time the wench gets in a foul mood, she takes it out on me, and I end up eating dirt!”

Miroku shot a look at his companion.

“To be fair, Inuyasha, I don't think I have ever seen Kagome in a bad mood when it didn't directly relate to you. You seem to push her to her limits on purpose.”

The hanyou just shrugged his shoulders, indicating that the conversation was over. He opened the sliding door to find his friends sitting comfortably and eating an enticing meal. Kagome looked up at Inuyasha and shot him a bright smile. She was happy. Despite the argument they had just had moments ago, the foul things he had been saying to her, the distance he had tried to keep… she still treated him as if he deserved that smile. He found himself unable to deal with the guilt of being such a fucking asshole to Kagome and eagerly sat down to dig into the meal. Sure, it wasn't Ramen, but at this point Inuyasha didn't care what it was, as long as he could avoid making eye contact with the miko and keep his mouth shut.

~.~

After the meal, Kagome retired to take a bath, Shippou following happily at her heels. InuYasha reached out and grabbed the fox by its tail.

“OW! What are you doing that for you big jerk?! I want to take a bath with Kagome!”

“You're too old to be bathing with the women, runt.”

“No I'm not! I'm just a kid!” He protested, shaking with rage at both being held by his tail and stopped from fulfilling one of his favorite past times. “I like to bathe with Kagome! She always washes my fur for me and lets me play. She fun in the bath!”

Inuyasha's cheeks colored at the fox's words, as he couldn't help but imagine Kagome naked and wet, beads of water dripping down her body and she leaned over to wash his…

He abruptly dropped the kit and he scampered to the door. He looked over his shoulder before placing a smirk on his childish face. “You're just jealous you can't take a bath with Kagome.” Before the irritated dog demon could react, he shut the door behind him and Inuyasha stood to follow the fox and retrieve him, fully intending on teaching the bastard a lesson.

“OI RUNT. GET BACK HERE SHIP-“

If Inuyasha's face was pink from anger, it was as deep a red as his fire rat now. He couldn't help but freeze in place as he stared at Kagome's naked form.

And she couldn't help but utter the first word that came to her mouth.

“SIT!”

He had no choice but to look straight at her.

She was perfect. His eyes immediately shot to the abundant swell of her breast, entranced watching the heavy rise and fall of her perky, full bosom. He had to bite his tounge from licking his lips- her nipples were becoming harder before his eyes and they were basically begging him to tease and bite them! He lowered his eyes to the curves of her waist, Gods, she was so shapely! Her stomach was defined in a feminine way, her long creamy legs toned from their month of travel. He knew this; he had familiarized himself with the underside of her thighs from all the time he traveled on his back. But to see them like this, bare and leading to her core… His eyes traveled to Kagomes nest of-

His eyes widened. Kagomes…WHAT?

Inuyasha made the mistake of making eye contact with her. She had been worrying her bottom lip before the hanyou had caught her eye. It had only been a passing moment, but time seemed to have stopped still. It dawned on them at the same time, the trance broken. Covering her breasts and screaming as loud as she could manage-

“INUYASHA! GET OUT!”

“O-O-OI BITCH! It not like I WANTED to get sat here! Its not like you have anything to look at anyway!”

Liar! His inner voice berated him. She had everything he wanted to look at. Maybe Miroku was right about the rosary.

Recovering from the spell, Inuyasha gathered as much dignity and turned his back to the bathing beauty, who had submerged her body fully in the water, shooting daggers his way.

“LEAVE INUYASHA!”

“Keh! Im going bitch!” He spat back, his face as red as his fire rat. He quickly exited the house and ran off to find comfort in the forest. The scene that had played out before him had his member aching for relief.

~.~

Kagome sat in her bath, stewing in her anger.

`He can be such a jerk! How can he say that I have nothing he wants to see, when he was more than willing to kiss me the other day? Unless…

…Unless he still sees Kikyou when he looks at me. I can't compete with her. She was his first love. They share a tragic past… well technically, present. In a way I don't want to compete. He shouldn't have to choose. Normal people don't have to make a choice between their dead girlfriends and their current… shard detector.'

The girl sighed. If only he had ever been semi clear about his intentions towards her. He had said that he would protect her, he acted like he wanted her with him… but as a friend? A lover? To what end?

Kagome pushed these questions out of her head. They always lead to nowhere. She would wind up at the same conclusions and tonight she just wasn't in the mood. She shouldn't be so vain as to be insulted that the man she had desired for so long had basically screamed at her that he found her unattractive, but she couldn't help it.

Kikyou would always be a part of their twisted love triangle. She would forever be the shadow hovering over them.

And as much as she wanted to hate Kikyou… she couldn't. She felt pity for her, for Inuyasha. The healer in her yearned to ease his pain, hers as well. Just by looking at the clay miko one could tell how deeply she was scared. She left this world with hate an betrayal on her mind and in her heart, only to be pulled back into it with the same deranged emotions consuming her conscious. Kagome felt the sting of tears prick her eyes. What a miserable existence.

Kagome ran fingers through her hair. She knew nothing would change until the Miko was put to rest. He would continue to hurt her by seeing Kikyou. But it would be nothing compared to the pain of not being by his side. Nothing was simple.

~.~

Inuyasha sat in the darkness of the forest, unable to stop the image of a naked Kagome from entering his mind.

How did he get himself into these messes? It was a sweet torture. He longed for another, longer glimpse, but it turned him on so much it was painful. To be able to look, but not to touch… His self control was at its limits.

And over the many months of having a goddess press her firm breasts against his back, clamp her thighs around him, make his head swim with her alluring scent... he had practiced extreme self control. How many times did he have to clench his fists to stop himself from taking her in the dirt, not giving a fuck who the hell was there to look on?

Ugh, and when she was in heat. It was so mouth watering that he actually HAD to stay away. He took extra precaution slammed her with as many insults as he could muster. Each month on those cursed days her body seemed to be singing to him; his demon cried for release in more ways than one, begging to claim her with such force she might shatter.

And he was damn pissed that he couldn't do any of it.

So he resorted to name calling. Just as he had in there. He rubbed his temples. It was going to be hell when he got back. He had been treating her rather coldly since he had kissed her. He couldn't help that. She had looked so irresistible in that moment, and had shared something so precious with him… he was moved. No one gave a hanyou attention, let alone a sentimental gift; but that was his Kagome. She didn't care about his background, she didn't care that he was between worlds, a half breed. She just accepted him as he was.

And when he was with her, he felt free. Like the pain of the isolation he had his entire life was lifted, as long as she was near by. She was never afraid of him, or scared that his claws would dig too deeply into the back of her thighs as he held her. She sought out his company and opinions, who had ever done that before to a hanyou? And because she saw good in him, it let him believe that maybe he could be the person she saw.

With her, he was happy.

And that was wrong.

He shouldn't, couldn't allow himself to be happy. Kikyou had died because him! She was his burden. How could he allow himself to smile and laugh as Kikyous soul was not at rest? That she roamed the Earth, waiting for her opportunity to bring him to Hell to unite them forever. Even though every fiber of his being cried out that it was wrong, didn't he owe that to her after what happened? If it wasn't for him…

Inuyashas thoughts were stopped short, as the soul collectors cut through the sky.

“Kikyou…”