InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Deliverance ❯ Deep Thoughts ( Chapter 3 )
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By: inufan625 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Hentai / Romance / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.11.2014 | Updated On: 11.11.2014 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 829 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Hentai / Romance / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.11.2014 | Updated On: 11.11.2014 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 829 | Status: Work In Progress
The ringing phone woke Kagome the next morning and she was
surprised to find that she was in her bed rather than on the sofa.
She knew that the only logical conclusion was that InuYasha had
carried her to bed after she had fallen asleep. How a woman could
do something so horrible to him was beyond her understanding and
that he felt like he would never be able to have a relationship
ever again because of it broke her heart. There was no denying that
she was attracted him and last night he almost as much as admitted
he felt the same. She put that thought from her head. Whatever
feelings they both might have for one another he clearly
wasn’t ready to move on and she had problems of her own to
deal with. For now it was probably best just to try and be his
friend. She really hoped that things wouldn’t be awkward
between them.
She got up and took a quick shower only taking the time to dry her hair because she knew there was a good chance she would want to go for a walk at some point today. Not only did it feel good just to be out walking but she knew it was also good exercise. She looked at herself in the mirror. She’d definitely put back on a few kilos, but more than that all the hiking in the woods was giving her definition in her legs that she’d never had before. She still needed to gain back a little more weight but she no longer looked sickly.
“Shit, sorry,” InuYasha said suddenly.
She jumped and then noticed that he was standing in his room with his back towards the open door, it took her another minute to remember she was naked. She squeaked and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. Of all the stupid things she could have done, she had to forget to close the door.
“Um, I got a call. The file on the asshole stalking you is at my post office box,” he told her. “Since I just have to run in, you can come with if you want.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. “I’ll be right down.”
“You wanna shut this door,” he asked. “I came up here to change clothes.”
“Oh, oh! Sorry,” she told him. “I should have shut it when I took my shower anyway. This is definitely my fault not yours. I’ll get ready as quick as I can.”
She shut the door and then looked at her face in the mirror. She felt like the world’s biggest idiot. Maybe, maybe things wouldn’t have been awkward after yesterday but there was no way they weren’t going to be when she had given him the full frontal. The only thing to do was pretend it didn’t bother at all that he had seen her naked and hopefully it would be enough. She pointedly ignored the part of her that wanted to be happy that at least it had happened after she had started to get her figure back and not before, and the little voice that wondered what he thought about what he had seen. She reminded herself that she wasn’t going there.
She pulled on a pair of clean panties and her blue jeans. Then put on her bra and frowned at the way the cups were still too big. Yeah she definitely needed to gain back a little more of what she lost. She grabbed a sweater noticing that it still had the tag on it and pulled it on. It was too long and she had to roll up the sleeves but it didn’t look terrible.
She headed into the living room determined to act casual. He was waiting at the door her jacket in hand. He helped her into it and pulled the knit cap on over her head. She adjusted it and then stepped outside, leaving him to lock the door behind them. He opened her door for her which she hadn’t expected but appreciated and climbed inside the cab. She put on her seatbelt and soon they were on the road.
She cleared her throat, deciding that maybe it would be best just to get it out there so that they could both move on and forget about this morning. “I really am sorry about earlier. I just wasn’t thinking.”
“Keh whatever,” he said hoping he sounded nonchalant. “I could have remembered to keep that door shut too. It’s not like I really got a good look.” Liar. “Let’s just forget about it.” As if he would ever be able to forget about seeing her naked. Even if she was still a little too thin her body had looked soft and supple in all the right places.
She nodded. “I promise I don’t stand around naked looking the mirror all the time either. I just noticed that I’m almost back to normal now, is all.”
“You’re still too skinny,” he said.
She felt her face heat. “I thought you didn’t really get a good look.”
He blushed and growled a little, stopping the car. “Okay, I got an eyeful and it was also something I won’t be forgetting anytime soon. You are fucking gorgeous even if you need to put on a few more kilos. In fact I am probably going to jerk off thinking about the way you looked for the foreseeable future, but other than that we should really just pretend it didn’t happen.”
She stared at him opened mouthed and he started driving again. She opened and closed her mouth several times before bursting into the first bout of genuine laughter she could remember in a very long time. She looked at him as she laughed and his mouth turned up at the corners and then he started laughing too. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her belly was aching but in the most wonderful way before she managed to stop.
She let out a shaking breath. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Me neither,” he admitted.
Since the tension between them was gone she didn’t want to risk bringing it back by asking him however playfully if he actually meant it or not. “Can I turn on the radio?”
He flipped down his visor and passed her his cd case. “The stations out here are shit. See if you like anything in there.”
She let out a little squeal and he glanced her way. “You have Boom Boom Satellites in here. Oh, and Avengers in sci-fi, 80KIDZ, 9mm Parabellum Bullet. This is really what you listen to? It’s like you stole all my favorite CDs. Miroku and Sango make fun of my music all the time.”
“Keh, those two are the last people who need to be making fun of anyone else’s taste in music,” he scoffed. “Sango and her generic boy bands and the bouzo with his love of j-pop girl groups.”
“I know, right,” Kagome said. “So on three, favorite Satellites song. One, two, three.”
“Broken Mirror,” they said as one.
“Fucking finally, someone with decent taste in music,” he said. “Put in the one in the back that isn’t labeled.”
She did as he asked and as she listened to the first song she found herself dying to know who it was. She reluctantly turned it down so she could ask. “I’ve never heard anything like it. It’s amazing. Who is it?”
“Its the yet to be released album from the recently signed band Kitsune Bi,” he said. “About five years ago right after I started working for my brother I was sent to rescue a thirteen year old bat hanyou girl named Shiori from her grandfather. He was abusing her after killing her father and kidnapping her from her mother. We stayed in touch and that’s her band, along with her boyfriend Shippou who is a kitsune and their girlfriend Soten. I called in a favor and got it sent across the right desk to give them a shot.”
“Kitsune Bi, is that a play on words by chance?” she asked. “Um, how good is your English?”
“Passable,” he said. “And yes it is a play on words. Personally I think two women at once would be too damn much work, but they seem happy and it is kind of clever. Most people probably won’t pick up on it.” He glanced at her with a smirk. “How did you?”
“Not how you’re thinking, perv,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “Unlike most people I actually really wanted to learn to speak English because I wanted to go visit my cousins. My Dad’s brother moved to America after college and so I applied for a student visa and spent a semester of high school over there.”
“How was it?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Not bad. Most people were pretty nice, and it was fun getting to know my Aunt and Uncle and all my cousins. The only thing that really sucked was trying to date. When they found out I was really from Japan it was all tentacle porn and school girl fantasies. Of course not all guys were like that, but too many. I was like a novelty toy or something so I decided early on to focus on my studies and my family since I was leaving in a year anyway. Though I wouldn't mind going back to Hawaii for my honeymoon one day. I know it’s cliche but it really is beautiful there.”
He nodded and reached out to turn the music back up. He looked at Kagome who dipped her head in agreement assuring him that she was done talking and soon they were just enjoying the ride.
They pulled up in front of a tiny postal office and he turned off the engine. “I won't be five minutes.”
“Do you think it would be okay if I got out for a second and stretched my legs?” she asked. “I’ll stay right by the car.”
“Should be fine,” he replied. “As you can see this ain't exactly a bustling city.”
Kagome got out and watched him go inside. She put her hands on the hood and stretched her back and her legs. It felt really good since she wasn’t really used to riding in a car very often and certainly not for upwards of an hour. At least it seemed like things were going to be okay between them now. She supposed it helped that InuYasha was probably the most blunt person she had ever met and not one to stand on pretense.
“Well, what have we here,” a male voice said right behind her. She jumped and spun. “Don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the view.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll get out of the way,” she tried. She tried to decided between going inside to InuYasha or trying to get back in the car. She tried to step around him and he grabbed her wrist. “Let go!”
“What’s your hurry?” he asked. “I was just talking to you.”
“Oi, get you fucking hands off her,” InuYasha snarled.
Kagome could have sobbed with relief. The man finally loosened his grip and she was able to jerk her hand back. Quickly, she moved to stand behind InuYasha. She rested her forehead between his shoulder blades and tried to calm her racing heart. He was here now and he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her.
“Easy, I was just saying hello,” he said with his hands up. “I didn’t know she was taken. I didn’t mean nothin by it.”
“Whatever,” InuYasha spat. “Maybe you should try not putting your hands on a woman unless she invites you to next time. Get in, Kagome.”
She hurried to do as he said and went to her side of the car and pulled the door open and InuYasha did the same on his side tossing the large envelope between the seats. Whatever she had done to seemingly have become such a magnet for creeps she couldn’t be sure, but she hoped that her karmic debt was balanced soon or she didn’t know what she was going to do. She was more than ready to back at InuYasha’s place, where there was only peace and quiet awaiting her.
“Wouldn’t have touched her if I’d known she was an animal fucker,” the man grumbled as he walked away.
Kagome startled as InuYasha slammed his door so hard the window cracked. She knew there were people out there that felt that way about youkai and hanyou that they were animals and shouldn’t mix with humans but she’d never actually experienced that particular brand of racism before. How in the world had a simple trip to the post office turned into this? She walked away from the car and towards InuYasha.
“What did you just say?” InuYasha demanded as he grabbed the man by his collar and pushed him up against the wall.
“N-N-Nothing,” the man stammered.
InuYasha snorted. “Really? Because I could have sworn I just heard you call her an animal fucker.”
“I’m sorry,” the man tried.
InuYasha snarled and drew back his fist. The terrified man closed his eyes and turned his head. He was going to knock the shit out of this asshole for talking like that about Kagome. Then he felt a gentle pressure on his arm. He looked over to see Kagome standing there a small smile on her face. What reason did she have to smile after what that bastard had said about her?
“He’s not worth it,” she said gently. “I know who the real man is here. Let’s just go.”
It took a great effort of will to rein in his youkai and he wasn’t certain that he would have been able to do it without the soothing caress of Kagome’s reiki brushing against him. He opened his hands and let the asshole fall on his ass. Without another word he went back to the car. He cursed as he noticed the cracked window. At least it hadn’t shattered, he supposed.
They had been driving for close to twenty minutes when Kagome finally decided to say something. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked. “For being the reason some piece of shit called you an animal fucker? You’re welcome.”
She slapped his arm. “Stop it. I’m thanking you for coming to my rescue and for taking offense on my behalf and for not hitting him, for me, when I could feel how much you wanted to.” He didn’t say anything so she pressed on. “You know what he said didn’t hurt me. I mean we’re not, but if we were, it still wouldn’t have. What he said says something about him not about me or about you. Things have changed a lot since my half Japanese grandmother was alive, but there are still those who see my eyes and think of me as less pure, as haafu. I grew a pretty thick skin because of that.”
“People really gave you shit about your eye color?” he asked.
“Yup,” she replied. “And I just made it worse by getting upset at least until I knew better.”
“Hell you’re more Japanese than I am technically, since no one really knows where youkai originated or how. My old man was ancient and he didn’t even know,” InuYasha said. “Of course I got shit most of my life for being hanyou, but that’s expected since even in this day and age there aren’t that many of us.”
He looked at Kagome. He’d never even considered that someone like her could possibly know even a little bit what it is like to be shunned for nothing more than the circumstances of her birth. She really wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met before and the more time he spent with her the more certain he was that she was stronger than her first impressions led him to believe. There was a cord of steel running through her. She could be bent if the pressure was enough but she wouldn’t be broken.
He’d said that he wished he’d met her first and that was even more true now than it had been last night. He had what he considered more than his fair share of regrets, but never before had he so acutely felt the weight of what might have been. However she had met Miroku and Sango surely she would have come into his life that much sooner. Would he have really seeing what he had with that cunt as good enough with someone like Kagome right in front of him? He knew the answer to that was no. And how might her life had been different with him in? Maybe she never even would have gone to that party and drawn that monsters attention with her bright spirit and her warmth and her beauty.
He shook his head a little. He couldn’t afford to start thinking too much about her or about how much he liked her. He just didn’t know if it was in him to take another chance, trust another woman enough to give her the battered mess that was his heart. It didn’t matter that he was certain that she would never lie or cheat or plot murder against him. Just thinking of her acting so dishonorably was laughable. It didn’t matter that she was beautiful and kind or that she had great taste in music. He was protecting her and absolutely couldn’t take advantage of her vulnerability.
She got up and took a quick shower only taking the time to dry her hair because she knew there was a good chance she would want to go for a walk at some point today. Not only did it feel good just to be out walking but she knew it was also good exercise. She looked at herself in the mirror. She’d definitely put back on a few kilos, but more than that all the hiking in the woods was giving her definition in her legs that she’d never had before. She still needed to gain back a little more weight but she no longer looked sickly.
“Shit, sorry,” InuYasha said suddenly.
She jumped and then noticed that he was standing in his room with his back towards the open door, it took her another minute to remember she was naked. She squeaked and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. Of all the stupid things she could have done, she had to forget to close the door.
“Um, I got a call. The file on the asshole stalking you is at my post office box,” he told her. “Since I just have to run in, you can come with if you want.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. “I’ll be right down.”
“You wanna shut this door,” he asked. “I came up here to change clothes.”
“Oh, oh! Sorry,” she told him. “I should have shut it when I took my shower anyway. This is definitely my fault not yours. I’ll get ready as quick as I can.”
She shut the door and then looked at her face in the mirror. She felt like the world’s biggest idiot. Maybe, maybe things wouldn’t have been awkward after yesterday but there was no way they weren’t going to be when she had given him the full frontal. The only thing to do was pretend it didn’t bother at all that he had seen her naked and hopefully it would be enough. She pointedly ignored the part of her that wanted to be happy that at least it had happened after she had started to get her figure back and not before, and the little voice that wondered what he thought about what he had seen. She reminded herself that she wasn’t going there.
She pulled on a pair of clean panties and her blue jeans. Then put on her bra and frowned at the way the cups were still too big. Yeah she definitely needed to gain back a little more of what she lost. She grabbed a sweater noticing that it still had the tag on it and pulled it on. It was too long and she had to roll up the sleeves but it didn’t look terrible.
She headed into the living room determined to act casual. He was waiting at the door her jacket in hand. He helped her into it and pulled the knit cap on over her head. She adjusted it and then stepped outside, leaving him to lock the door behind them. He opened her door for her which she hadn’t expected but appreciated and climbed inside the cab. She put on her seatbelt and soon they were on the road.
She cleared her throat, deciding that maybe it would be best just to get it out there so that they could both move on and forget about this morning. “I really am sorry about earlier. I just wasn’t thinking.”
“Keh whatever,” he said hoping he sounded nonchalant. “I could have remembered to keep that door shut too. It’s not like I really got a good look.” Liar. “Let’s just forget about it.” As if he would ever be able to forget about seeing her naked. Even if she was still a little too thin her body had looked soft and supple in all the right places.
She nodded. “I promise I don’t stand around naked looking the mirror all the time either. I just noticed that I’m almost back to normal now, is all.”
“You’re still too skinny,” he said.
She felt her face heat. “I thought you didn’t really get a good look.”
He blushed and growled a little, stopping the car. “Okay, I got an eyeful and it was also something I won’t be forgetting anytime soon. You are fucking gorgeous even if you need to put on a few more kilos. In fact I am probably going to jerk off thinking about the way you looked for the foreseeable future, but other than that we should really just pretend it didn’t happen.”
She stared at him opened mouthed and he started driving again. She opened and closed her mouth several times before bursting into the first bout of genuine laughter she could remember in a very long time. She looked at him as she laughed and his mouth turned up at the corners and then he started laughing too. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her belly was aching but in the most wonderful way before she managed to stop.
She let out a shaking breath. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Me neither,” he admitted.
Since the tension between them was gone she didn’t want to risk bringing it back by asking him however playfully if he actually meant it or not. “Can I turn on the radio?”
He flipped down his visor and passed her his cd case. “The stations out here are shit. See if you like anything in there.”
She let out a little squeal and he glanced her way. “You have Boom Boom Satellites in here. Oh, and Avengers in sci-fi, 80KIDZ, 9mm Parabellum Bullet. This is really what you listen to? It’s like you stole all my favorite CDs. Miroku and Sango make fun of my music all the time.”
“Keh, those two are the last people who need to be making fun of anyone else’s taste in music,” he scoffed. “Sango and her generic boy bands and the bouzo with his love of j-pop girl groups.”
“I know, right,” Kagome said. “So on three, favorite Satellites song. One, two, three.”
“Broken Mirror,” they said as one.
“Fucking finally, someone with decent taste in music,” he said. “Put in the one in the back that isn’t labeled.”
She did as he asked and as she listened to the first song she found herself dying to know who it was. She reluctantly turned it down so she could ask. “I’ve never heard anything like it. It’s amazing. Who is it?”
“Its the yet to be released album from the recently signed band Kitsune Bi,” he said. “About five years ago right after I started working for my brother I was sent to rescue a thirteen year old bat hanyou girl named Shiori from her grandfather. He was abusing her after killing her father and kidnapping her from her mother. We stayed in touch and that’s her band, along with her boyfriend Shippou who is a kitsune and their girlfriend Soten. I called in a favor and got it sent across the right desk to give them a shot.”
“Kitsune Bi, is that a play on words by chance?” she asked. “Um, how good is your English?”
“Passable,” he said. “And yes it is a play on words. Personally I think two women at once would be too damn much work, but they seem happy and it is kind of clever. Most people probably won’t pick up on it.” He glanced at her with a smirk. “How did you?”
“Not how you’re thinking, perv,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “Unlike most people I actually really wanted to learn to speak English because I wanted to go visit my cousins. My Dad’s brother moved to America after college and so I applied for a student visa and spent a semester of high school over there.”
“How was it?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Not bad. Most people were pretty nice, and it was fun getting to know my Aunt and Uncle and all my cousins. The only thing that really sucked was trying to date. When they found out I was really from Japan it was all tentacle porn and school girl fantasies. Of course not all guys were like that, but too many. I was like a novelty toy or something so I decided early on to focus on my studies and my family since I was leaving in a year anyway. Though I wouldn't mind going back to Hawaii for my honeymoon one day. I know it’s cliche but it really is beautiful there.”
He nodded and reached out to turn the music back up. He looked at Kagome who dipped her head in agreement assuring him that she was done talking and soon they were just enjoying the ride.
They pulled up in front of a tiny postal office and he turned off the engine. “I won't be five minutes.”
“Do you think it would be okay if I got out for a second and stretched my legs?” she asked. “I’ll stay right by the car.”
“Should be fine,” he replied. “As you can see this ain't exactly a bustling city.”
Kagome got out and watched him go inside. She put her hands on the hood and stretched her back and her legs. It felt really good since she wasn’t really used to riding in a car very often and certainly not for upwards of an hour. At least it seemed like things were going to be okay between them now. She supposed it helped that InuYasha was probably the most blunt person she had ever met and not one to stand on pretense.
“Well, what have we here,” a male voice said right behind her. She jumped and spun. “Don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the view.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll get out of the way,” she tried. She tried to decided between going inside to InuYasha or trying to get back in the car. She tried to step around him and he grabbed her wrist. “Let go!”
“What’s your hurry?” he asked. “I was just talking to you.”
“Oi, get you fucking hands off her,” InuYasha snarled.
Kagome could have sobbed with relief. The man finally loosened his grip and she was able to jerk her hand back. Quickly, she moved to stand behind InuYasha. She rested her forehead between his shoulder blades and tried to calm her racing heart. He was here now and he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her.
“Easy, I was just saying hello,” he said with his hands up. “I didn’t know she was taken. I didn’t mean nothin by it.”
“Whatever,” InuYasha spat. “Maybe you should try not putting your hands on a woman unless she invites you to next time. Get in, Kagome.”
She hurried to do as he said and went to her side of the car and pulled the door open and InuYasha did the same on his side tossing the large envelope between the seats. Whatever she had done to seemingly have become such a magnet for creeps she couldn’t be sure, but she hoped that her karmic debt was balanced soon or she didn’t know what she was going to do. She was more than ready to back at InuYasha’s place, where there was only peace and quiet awaiting her.
“Wouldn’t have touched her if I’d known she was an animal fucker,” the man grumbled as he walked away.
Kagome startled as InuYasha slammed his door so hard the window cracked. She knew there were people out there that felt that way about youkai and hanyou that they were animals and shouldn’t mix with humans but she’d never actually experienced that particular brand of racism before. How in the world had a simple trip to the post office turned into this? She walked away from the car and towards InuYasha.
“What did you just say?” InuYasha demanded as he grabbed the man by his collar and pushed him up against the wall.
“N-N-Nothing,” the man stammered.
InuYasha snorted. “Really? Because I could have sworn I just heard you call her an animal fucker.”
“I’m sorry,” the man tried.
InuYasha snarled and drew back his fist. The terrified man closed his eyes and turned his head. He was going to knock the shit out of this asshole for talking like that about Kagome. Then he felt a gentle pressure on his arm. He looked over to see Kagome standing there a small smile on her face. What reason did she have to smile after what that bastard had said about her?
“He’s not worth it,” she said gently. “I know who the real man is here. Let’s just go.”
It took a great effort of will to rein in his youkai and he wasn’t certain that he would have been able to do it without the soothing caress of Kagome’s reiki brushing against him. He opened his hands and let the asshole fall on his ass. Without another word he went back to the car. He cursed as he noticed the cracked window. At least it hadn’t shattered, he supposed.
They had been driving for close to twenty minutes when Kagome finally decided to say something. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked. “For being the reason some piece of shit called you an animal fucker? You’re welcome.”
She slapped his arm. “Stop it. I’m thanking you for coming to my rescue and for taking offense on my behalf and for not hitting him, for me, when I could feel how much you wanted to.” He didn’t say anything so she pressed on. “You know what he said didn’t hurt me. I mean we’re not, but if we were, it still wouldn’t have. What he said says something about him not about me or about you. Things have changed a lot since my half Japanese grandmother was alive, but there are still those who see my eyes and think of me as less pure, as haafu. I grew a pretty thick skin because of that.”
“People really gave you shit about your eye color?” he asked.
“Yup,” she replied. “And I just made it worse by getting upset at least until I knew better.”
“Hell you’re more Japanese than I am technically, since no one really knows where youkai originated or how. My old man was ancient and he didn’t even know,” InuYasha said. “Of course I got shit most of my life for being hanyou, but that’s expected since even in this day and age there aren’t that many of us.”
He looked at Kagome. He’d never even considered that someone like her could possibly know even a little bit what it is like to be shunned for nothing more than the circumstances of her birth. She really wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met before and the more time he spent with her the more certain he was that she was stronger than her first impressions led him to believe. There was a cord of steel running through her. She could be bent if the pressure was enough but she wouldn’t be broken.
He’d said that he wished he’d met her first and that was even more true now than it had been last night. He had what he considered more than his fair share of regrets, but never before had he so acutely felt the weight of what might have been. However she had met Miroku and Sango surely she would have come into his life that much sooner. Would he have really seeing what he had with that cunt as good enough with someone like Kagome right in front of him? He knew the answer to that was no. And how might her life had been different with him in? Maybe she never even would have gone to that party and drawn that monsters attention with her bright spirit and her warmth and her beauty.
He shook his head a little. He couldn’t afford to start thinking too much about her or about how much he liked her. He just didn’t know if it was in him to take another chance, trust another woman enough to give her the battered mess that was his heart. It didn’t matter that he was certain that she would never lie or cheat or plot murder against him. Just thinking of her acting so dishonorably was laughable. It didn’t matter that she was beautiful and kind or that she had great taste in music. He was protecting her and absolutely couldn’t take advantage of her vulnerability.