InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Betrayal's Gift ❯ Chapter 15

 

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When Hotaru came home it was to find her mother sitting in the kitchen with her grandmother. They were both sipping some tea.

 

When Kagome heard the door open she immediately got up and hugged her daughter with tears in her eyes.

 

“Hotaru…my baby…your back…I've been worried sick over you.”

 

Hotaru gave her mother a loose hug; she didn't wish to be held within those arms.

 

“I've been staying at another shrine.” She lied.

 

Than Ms. Higurashi stood up to give Hotaru a hug.

 

“We were so worried about you child, when the school called…Hotaru what happened?”

 

Hotaru began to cry, she loved her grandmother so much, but how was she suppose to tell her what happened, it would break her grandmother's heart.

 

Ms. Higurashi sat her granddaughter down and captured the girls' full attention.

 

“What happened Hotaru that the principle called; even he was worried about you.”

 

“Nothing important grand-mama. Some of the mean kids at school played a horrible joke on me, that's all.”

 

“Was this joke so mean that you used your powers to purify humans?”

 

Hotaru gasped, did she really do that?

 

“There there now child, tell me what happened, did it have something to do with that young man that you were dating?”

 

Hotaru bit her lip, what if her grand mother stopped loving her too; what if her grandmother thought it was all her fault. Than the voice within her head started to speak.

 

`That's right, go ahead tell her tell her how you let Kentaru use your body, tell her how you enjoyed that pain he inflicted on you.'

 

Hotaru closed her eyes shutting out the voice.

 

“Grand-mama, I can't…I mean…I don't wish to talk about it.”

 

“Honey, you know you could tell me anything, I love you…look at me, really look at me, do you honestly think that anything you tell me would change how I feel about you.”

 

She said this holding her wrinkled hands up to her chest over her heart with tears in her eyes.

 

Hotaru let out her own tears now and hugged her grandmother tightly. Ms. Higurashi soothed the young girls' hair and back. Kagome stood in the corner not breathing. She knew that if she interfered her daughter would immediately close up.

 

“Tell me child, what caused you to run away?”

 

“Grand-mama, Ken…he…he…hurt me, he hurt me so bad...”

 

“How sweet heart, how did that young man hurt you?”

 

Hotaru shook her head violently, sobbing into her grandmother's bosom. Ms. Higurashi then cupped her grand daughters' heart shaped face into her dry hands and looked into her eyes.

 

“How?”

 

“He…took advantage of me…I didn't want him to…I said no…but he…and then…it was all for money…they…they plotted.”

 

Ms. Higurashi hugged her poor child and shed some tears of her own while Kagome sank down to the floor in the corner of the kitchen wall. Her baby had been hurt in the most worst way a woman could be.

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Miroku was standing in the door way when he heard his daughter tell what happened and his heart stopped beating. He slowly opened the kitchen door and saw Kagome in the corner with her knees drawn up crying for their daughter's lost innocence and saw Ms. Higurashi and Hotaru in an embrace with tears washing over them.

 

His mouth was so dry that when he finally said “Hotaru” his voice cracked.

 

Hotaru looked up and immediately her eyes darkened. She stood up and started to look around her surroundings than back at her father.

 

She began to move to go upstairs when he called her again, this time she stopped but she refused to turn around. To look at him fueled her pain.

 

“Hotaru, I am still your father, please look at me.”

 

Hotaru turned to look at him fire flashing in her eyes, eyes just like his.

 

“I'm sorry Hotaru…I'm…” He said with fat tears spilling from his eyes. He tried to reach out for her but noticed that she did not budge, that in fact she was rigid.

 

“They did that to me because of you daddy, they said you were a lecher and that I…”

 

She couldn't finish for the lump in her throat to large to swallow. Her vision became blurry as she turned and looked then at her mother.

 

“It's your fault too mom, how could you be there for me when your high all the time, in some other world…well I found a way to escape too. To escape from both of you! I hate you both! I hate you both!”

 

With that she ran up to her room and slammed the door with their hearts in such turmoil. After it all came out she regretted she said any of it. She loved them, but how would they know it now, did it matter, they don't love her right?

 

She fought with the voice within her head until she finally found peace in a nights slumber.

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Inuyasha came out of the well and thought, `Damn it's the same well house, but maybe, just maybe…why in the hell did I let my brother talk me into this shit. If she came back we could have just simply killed her then the threat wouldn't be there.'

 

With stealth he walked to the house, hoping that his aura wouldn't wake her since he figured they all must be asleep since the lights were out.

 

He opened the door it wasn't locked as usual, everything seemed to be exactly the same way he remembered it. Memories of Kagome's mom cooking in the kitchen filtered his mind, Souta asking Inuyasha to play video games with him, Buyo the cat trying to avoid him by hiding under the table. Grandpa sitting at the head of the table studying some fake relic of some sort and stating that it was an authentic piece.

 

He shook his head and continued into the living room, he smelled the girls' scent so she was here that was for certain when he noticed some new pictures on the mantle.

 

He saw Souta's graduation picture from college, he saw Kagome in her school uniform and then he saw a picture with Kagome and Miroku and with heated curiosity he picked that up to investigate it. It looked like a wedding picture, he snarled as he clenched his fist around the frame before he threw it down and broke it, he cursed his stupidity; he stood real still swiveling his ears listening for sounds of anybody coming down the stairs. Nothing.

 

Then he noticed another picture, it was of Kagome, Miroku and a girl, the girl…it was their daughter, now looking at the family portrait he saw the resemblance, the girl looked like her father, but, like Kagome at the same time. No one looked happy in this picture, but he didn't really take note of that. He picked it up with both hands trembling.

 

They had a child, they moved on without him without feeling regretful, he kept staring at the girl that beautiful girl and anger swelled within him.

 

He took the picture out of its frame and headed out of the house, back down into the well to his own time.

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Kagome woke up when she heard the sound of breaking glass, she looked around the room and noticed Miroku asleep beside her, she smiled sadly, lately, their relationship has changed but she couldn't put her finger on what to call it.

 

It seemed like they were again thrown together because they hurt and that was the only way they could comfort each other. She constantly thought about that day they talked and everything that they had done afterward.

 

`Flash back'

 

“No Kagome, I won't let you, I won't…”

 

“Shh, it's alright Miroku, I told you, it's my fault alone, not yours. I can't mourn over something that wasn't mine.”

 

She pulled out of the embrace and kissed him lightly on his lips. His eyes full of distress searched her face but all he saw was serenity there.

 

“Kagome…I can't let you do this…I can't let you…you need help…we can get you help.”

 

She placed a delicate finger on his lips and shook her head.

 

“Be happy Miroku, you worry too much, I'm not crazy. It's my atonement.”

 

She kissed him again softly and then again with more passion. He accepted hungrily giving her his own passion back.

 

In moments Miroku had her clothes stripped off her body. After all these years, she kept in pretty good shape. She had a little pouch on her belly from her pregnancy and down by her woman hood just above was a scar from the cesarean section. He kissed down her throat and over the valley of her breast; he dipped his tongue in her belly button and nuzzled her scar.

 

Tears were in his eyes as he came back to her lips.

 

“Kagome…your wrong…I love you. I loved you the moment I met you, but you were already with him…Than Sango came and I fell in love with her…I'm sorry Kagome…I'm so sorry…for hurting you, ruining your life…”

 

She looked at him with those sad brown eyes of hers and kissed him.

 

“I understand, it's ok. It's not your fault alone.”

 

He kissed her again reaching for her soul, making her want to change her mind about what she wrote in that letter.

 

“I'm not letting you go Kagome, we can work this out…I promise.”

 

She kissed his neck and trailed her hands over his broad back, down his hips and back up while her legs caressed his legs, ass and back down to his ankles. She felt him kiss on her neck and move his hands to her breast and cupped them gently, kneading them like dough, then trace down her curves to the slight swell of her hips while he kissed her.

 

She felt his groin press into hers and she moaned as she arched up toward him. It had been a long time since she had physical contact. She sucked in her breath when she felt his hot fingers stroking her core in circles and then pressing his index finger on her tight nub. She spread her legs to give him further access.

 

“I need you Kagome.”

 

She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his torso. Miroku was so in need of her that he tossed foreplay out the window. Gently he nudged the tip of his head to her lips and pushed in between and she gasped; instantly she began to lubricate for him.

 

He just moved the tip in and out of her massaging the upper walls slowly working his way deeper while pulling out and letting her natural juices and his to circle around her puckered wrinkled lips.

 

She pushed up to him while trying to clamp on to his hips with her thighs in sexual frustration. He pushed up onto his forearms and looked into her eyes. It startled her to see his naked emotions swimming in those deep lavender orbs.

 

She truly saw his sorrow, pain, heartache and guilt all mixed up together, she saw into his soul and she immediately began to cry for him. Because of her he is suffering because he believes it was his entire fault. Tears slid down his eyes and fell on to her own wet cheeks.

 

“Shhh, please don't cry anymore Kagome, don't waste your tears on me.”

 

Kagome wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled warmly.

 

“I am not wasting them.” She reached up and kissed him as their salty tears mingled in their kiss while he joined their bodies and with even slow thrust he reached for her core, he slid his hands down her body and picked up her hips plunging deeper.

 

“Faster Miroku”

 

He obliged with quick strokes he pushed into her making her body bounce up toward the head board creating a rhythm so wild she couldn't keep up.

 

However, she lost her own abandonment and started swinging her hips to his wild beat.

 

“Deeper…oh…Miroku…deeper…” she whispered

 

He stretched out over her pressing his chest to hers and his belly to hers; hard against soft. With his hands he raised hers and entwined their fingers together, Kagome felt him stiffen within her and her walls automatically clenched around him with that pulsating rhythm. He moaned into her neck while biting her tender flesh with his blunt teeth. With her mouth parted and her eyes closed she could feel her climax reaching, that warm liquid inside her womb spreading its warmth to all the cells in her body.

 

Miroku licked up to her ear and whispered “I love you.” With those words said Kagome cried out clinching onto his rod with years of self tortured tears streaming down her face as she felt the white light of heat wash over her body.

 

Miroku at that time grabbed tightly to her hands while her fingers spread out tight in her orgasm. He felt her entire body go rigid as her legs crossed over his hips. He pressed in to her body hard and thrusted a couple of times within her supple flesh when he purged his seed, so much so that it was overflowing between them dripping onto the sheets. He could feel the sticky flow against her apple shaped derriere on his inner thigh.

 

He slackened his hold on her hands and then trailed down to her wrist while he still moved within her slowly feeling the slight pains of pleasure from his still very sensitive appendage while she moved her hips in slow circles allowing the feeling of pleasure to ripple through her until they finally fell asleep within each other's embrace.

 

`End Flash Back'

 

Kagome was laying back down as she thought about that night and days similar to that one when she felt a familiar aura.

 

`Inuyasha!'

 

She quietly stole out of her bed and flinched when the door creaked open. She looked back up at Miroku and noticed that he still slept soundly. She smiled to herself when she climbed quietly down the stairs because he obviously got comfortable all these years to not wake up after every small sound. She on the other hand had turned into a very light sleeper.

 

She turned on the light and looked around; she noticed the mantle and saw glass on the floor with the picture frame. Carefully she picked up the frame and saw it was her wedding picture.

 

She held it up to her chest and quickly ran outside the back door to the well house. With tears she stood at the rim clutching the picture.

 

`Inuyasha, I will get the chance to see you again, I know it, I pray that after all these years you would have forgiven us…forgiven me…please Inuyasha forgive me.'