InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demonology ❯ Inuyasha's True Feelings ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and all of its characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and I am, in no way, making any profit from this work of fanfiction.

Author's Note: This story is nearing completion. Probably two to three more chapters. Please comment and let me know how I'm doing! Happy reading!

Sango and Miroku were at the Thunder Brother's Fights and Lights while the forensic analysts swept the secret drug den in the basement. Four of the twenty missing girls were brought to the hospital, the rest were still unfound. All four girls had bites all over their bodies, as well as severe bruising and cuts. They were jittery, suffering from incredible withdrawal even while in the ambulance.

Unfortunately, they were unable to find Naraku or where they had him when he was with Kagome. Sango had heard no word back from Inuyasha, and she figured that she wouldn't hear back from him anytime soon.

Hiten and Monten were nowhere to be found, which did not bode well. They had the victims, but the criminals in question were still on the loose. The mass amounts of heroin and meth in the den with all the books of who visited and when showed the police department that this ring of drugs and trafficking was much larger than they first realized. Hundreds of demons were involved, hundreds of humans were involved. The police thought they were dealing with a small flame, they didn't realize they were dealing with an engorging fire that was destroying everything in its path.

“Inuyasha mentioned there was a young boy who was able to talk to him telepathically,” Sango mentioned to one of the police officers. “He had gray hair and couldn't be older than eight. He was with another demon who was a woman with red eyes and black hair. That's really the only information I have from Inuyasha at the moment. Once he writes a report on what happened to Kagome, we'll be in better shape as to where to go next for this investigation.”

The police jotted down the information and continued to examine the different parts of the room, telling the forensics team where to take pictures and what he deemed was important. Sango rolled her eyes at him.

“He won't last long,” Miroku mentioned, watching the cop strut around like a rooster.

“Yeah when he's face to face with a demon ready to kill him, if he survives his badge will be on my desk within a week.”

They both chuckled at that, but neither was feeling overly light hearted.

-*-*-*-*-

Kagome hadn't stopped crying since she revealed everything to Inuyasha. He didn't say anything, he just held her, petting her hair. There was nothing to say to her. He wanted to know why she had been hiding everything and she gave him ample reason to hide her past.

Her body was weak and shaking, her spirit completely and utterly broken. She thought she was strong enough to handle what was going to happen, but the last 24 hours had proved that she wasn't as strong as she thought. She was broken. She was a complete mess. The only thing she could cling on to was Inuyasha.

“Kagome, why don't you take a bath? You might feel better after a hot soak,” he whispered in her ear.

She nodded her head, but was having difficulty standing up. For some odd reason, now the adrenaline was gone, her legs were incredibly tender. She looked down to see that the insides of her thighs were full of bite marks. She started sobbing all over again.

“Hang on,” Inuyasha told her, releasing his arms around her and standing up. He moved over to a dresser and rummaged through. He found a small bottle and brought it to her, touching his finger to the open top to get a few drops on his finger. He began to massage the oil into her bite marks, making them tingle.

She watched the wounds close up almost immediately, but were still raw when he was finished. He put the bottle back in the drawer and pulled out a bath bomb. She watched him go into the bathroom to hear him run the water. He came back into the room with his shirt off and he picked her up with ease, carrying her to the bathroom.

“Do you want help?” he asked her.

She thought about it, slowly nodding her head. He pulled her clothes off her as gently as he could, seeing her body covered in bruises and bite marks. He was hating himself more and more, knowing that this was partially his own fault. He let her get into harm's way and the results were far worse than he could have ever anticipated.

She stepped into the bathtub and turned off the water. He stripped down and got in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she began to slowly wash her arms.

“Is it bad that I don't really remember anything from last night?” she muttered, pouring the water over herself.

“No, but from what I can tell, he only bit you and drugged you. There wasn't any other foul play.”

“That's good,” she said, relieved. She leaned back into his chest, enjoying the feel of him. He began to knead her shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles. She surrendered to his touch, letting out a moan as his hands worked down her back. She was full of knots.

She felt herself relax against him, letting the horrors wash away. He continued to massage her shoulders and back, kneading the flesh beneath his hands. She didn't have any noticeable scars, but he did notice a small, thin scar at the base of her neck. He ran his finger over it, causing her to shiver.

“How did you get that scar?” Inuyasha whispered, leaning in to kiss it softly.

“My grandfather struck me with a riding crop. It cut the skin pretty deeply. That was about two weeks before I escaped.”

“How long were you in New York before going to the dorms?” he asked, kissing her shoulder.

She leaned her head back. “I was telling the truth. I had gotten off the plane that day. You met me my first night of freedom.”

He continued to kiss her shoulder, letting his arms wrap around her waist to pull her flush against him in the warm bath.

“I'm surprised that you let me go as far as I did the first time we met,” he whispered, kissing her neck.

“I was curious. First and only other time I was with someone, I thought he loved me and he ended up throwing a wad of cash at me. You didn't know anything about me and had genuine interest. It felt different.”

He moved his hands down to her hips, feeling her skin beneath the water. She let out a sigh.

“Why do you say it was different?” he asked her.

“There was a heat there that wasn't there when I was with him. I wanted to be with him, I thought I was in love with him. But… there was no heat. I convinced myself there was, but there wasn't. I felt nothing but heat with you.”

“Mmm,” he replied, kissing her cheek. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, he lightly pecked her on the lips.

“I'm sorry I got so upset,” she whispered, letting another tear fall.

He pulled his face away from hers and lifted his head to meet her gaze. “Never apologize for that. You had every right to be upset with me.”

She shook her head. “I agreed to do everything, I knew what I was getting into… I just… You never realize how strong your instinct to survive is until you're in the situation where you might die. I didn't want to die.”

He kissed her, their lips hardly touching. It was tender, far tenderer than any kiss they had ever shared. Kissing him warmed her body. It wasn't the usual heat of strong carnal fire, this was lower, softer, like an ember in a growing, long burning fire. Before whenever they kissed, she wanted to wrap her legs around him and let her body take over. Carnal desire was the motivator for every other time they had been intimate.

This time was different. She wanted to be intimate with him in a different way. Their lips parted and they stared at each other through half lidded eyes. His features were softer than they've ever been. His amber eyes looked darker, his lips were slightly parted, his breath was hot on her face. She moved her arms to cover herself, feeling bashful of her nakedness. He leaned in and kissed her again, feeling warmth spread through her body once more. She had never felt anything like this before, she was hungry for more, but unsure how to continue.

She leaned back into him, moving her arm around his neck to pull him closer. His arms wrapped around her, his hand cupping her jaw, holding her face to his. The kiss deepened, warming her more, causing her to be closer to him.

She didn't know how it happened but suddenly he was carrying her to the bed. Before she usually felt nervous and would turn off her mind and give in to her body's desire, but this time she was completely focused on Inuyasha. He set her down gently, kissing her with a hunger neither of them knew was possible. However, this wasn't the typical hunger of lust. This was the hunger of two lonely people finding one another, wrapping each other in the warmth of love that both had thought would never be found again.

His hands explored her body in a new way, memorizing every curve, every scar. He kissed down her neck, her chest. He gently sucked on her nipples, his hands caressing her hips. She let out soft moans as is hands found their way to her center, touching gently.

His mouth kissed down her stomach, lightly kissing each bruise, each bite on her. He wanted her to know just how much he cared, how a half demon like him could show his human side. He face reached the junction between her legs. He could smell her arousal, drugging him in a haze of lust and desire. He buried his face between her legs, tasting her. She let out a loud moan of pleasure as his tongue teased her nub, his finger slowly inserting her, letting her feel even more pleasure.

The last couple of weeks he had taken notice of what she liked, what she didn't like. Now he was exploring her in a way he had never done before. He lapped up her juices, feeling himself come undone as she squirmed against him, bucking her hips into his face.

“Oh Inuyasha,” She moaned, feeling the pressure build up. He teased her nub more, inserting another finger to tease her even further. He felt her muscles clench as she let out a moan, her body convulsing and twitching as his name escaped her lips. He began to kiss up her body again, his hands exploring once more. She was breathing heavily, and when his face came to hers, she pulled him down to her, kissing him with a hunger that surprised even her. He slowly entered her, feeling her warmth completely encompass him. She felt a fullness that she had never felt before. He kissed her, wrapping his around her to hold her closer. She flinched from the pain of her legs being so raw from the bites, but he was sure to be more gentle, controlling his movements, giving her everything he was, he is, in unspoken promises. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her, moving his hips slowly to savor their moment of pure bliss.

“Oh, Inuyasha,” she whispered between kisses. Her fingers tangled in his hair, scratching his scalp, meeting his hips with her own.

“I love you, Kagome,” he whispered against her lips, squeezing her tightly.

She blushed, arching her back to him. He buried his face in her neck, lazily thrusting into her. “I love you Kagome,” he repeated. “I've loved you since the moment I met you. I don't want to spend another day without you.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper inside her. She was afraid to say it back. She was afraid of ruining the moment. Most of all, she was afraid this perfect moment wasn't real. She had suffered so much loss, so much pain, she didn't want to suffer any longer.

He shuddered, emptying himself deep inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, remaining still for a moment. She remained silent, unsure of what to say or what to do.

He pushed himself off of her, rolling to the side, pulling her to his chest. She felt like a small child, clinging to him so tightly as she drifted off to sleep. Neither of them spoke as she closed her eyes, the first time in months that she didn't have nightmares. For him, it was the first time in over a century that he didn't dream of the lost Miko. Instead, they both shared dreams of pure bliss, enchanting them to continue in a life that seemed too good to be real.

-*-*-*-

Sango was at the police department with the chief of police and Inuyasha, police reports in hand. Sango was tapping her foot impatiently while the police chief read the reports and Kagome's accounts. Inuyasha remained uncannily calm.

“But what evidence do you have that the diplomat was actually in the den?” the chief asked, putting down the reports.

“We have a first hand witness,” Inuyasha stated.

“But we need more than a witness in order to pin this guy. You know that.”

Sango pounded her fist on the desk. “SHE IS A FIRST HAND WITNESS! DO YOU NEED TO SEE THE SCARS HE LEFT ON HER?”

“One more outburst like that and you're on unpaid suspension,” the chief shot back. “Both of you know that for high profile cases like this, we need to have hard evidence. There's nothing in the record books, there's no video, there's nothing but a 19 year old who was too drugged up to remember anything---“

“She was forced! You have all the other girls who were rescued who saw it happen!” Sango screamed.

The chief pulled his hat off to show his salt and pepper hair, giving a deep sigh as he ran his calloused fingers over his thinning hair. “Taijiya, you know that my fingers are tied. We need hard evidence. Shippo didn't ever actually see Naraku. Only your girl did, and I hate to say, I pulled her record. Not a good choice for a correspondent. Her testimony would be thrown out just on her prostitution charges alone.”

Inuyasha squared his shoulders. “What record?”

“Not now!” Sango hissed.

The police chief reached into his desk and pulled out a thick manila folder and placed it on the desk. “This girl was a perfect girl in school, but the last year she was picked up by the police numerous times for theft, under-aged drinking, prostitution… Honesty, where the hell do you find these girls?”

Inuyasha felt the blood drain from his face. “I had no idea about any of that stuff.” The police chief handed Inuyasha the file, who took it with hesitance.

“To be fair though, her parents are the real work. They're notorious mobsters. Police have been trying to nab them for years without luck. Very anti-demon too. I'm surprised she warmed up to you.”

Inuyasha held the file tightly in his hands. He was feeling more and more nervous. “Yeah, me too.”

Sango bit her lip. She had read the file.

“Sir, we'll try to find a few other reliable witnesses, or find a way to get pictures.”

“Good, now get out of my sight. I don't want you using that Higurashi girl anymore.”

Inuyasha went over to his office in the cellar of the police station. He shared it with two other half demons, both deep undercover. Inuyasha put the file on his desk and plopped in his chair, staring at the file.

Finally, he opened it, seeing a picture of Kagome, but not as she looked now. She looked younger, her cheeks sullen, her eyes lifeless.

Name: Kagome Higurashi

DOB: 23 April 1992

Hair/Eyes: Brown/Brown

Ethnicity: Asian

Address: 2658 E 2nd St
Chinatown, San Francisco, CA

Charges: Public Intoxication- Drinking Under the Age of 21

Domestic Violence- Brawling

Theft- Under $10,000

Prostitution: Offered undercover police officer solicitation of sexual favors for money

Trafficking: The sale of under aged persons with the intent of solicitation

Domestic Violence- 2nd Degree, Implied intent to cause bodily injury

Reported Missing on August 22nd, 2011

Wanted for the questioning in the death of a one Ayame Takahashi

Inuyasha stared at the files, his hands shaking. He didn't know if she had told him everything. She mentioned that she sold herself once, that she stole from her family, that she watched a girl beaten to death. She never mentioned brawling, she never mentioned threats.

He continued to read the file, seeing that a lot of the charges were on speculation. The cop who wrote the files could hardly spell, much less write a report. It also seemed incredibly suspicious.

What he wasn't expecting was pictures though. One picture showed Kagome on a street corner in Chinatown, wearing an oversized parka and what appeared to be nothing else except heels. Her hair was under a scarf and her cheeks were sullen. Her legs didn't look as muscular as they were when she arrived in New York, nor did she look as thin. This picture hardly looked like the Kagome he had met in August, nothing like the Kagome he knew now.

But the more he looked at the picture, the more he realized just how dire she had become. She let someone be murdered in front of her in order to escape. She was stealing, just to escape. She put herself in great risk, where she is still in great risk, and was fine with all of it, as long as she got out alive.

He continued to read the file, seeing that she kept getting let off by different cops, but citations continually given out. There weren't any warrants, which was odd considering her charges. He continued to read through the documents, trying to figure out exactly how California did their Criminal Justice, finding no patterns whatsoever.

He realized he was at his desk for a few hours when Sango came down with a cup of coffee. She sat in the empty chair next to him and crossed her legs, leaning back.

“I thought the case felt a little forged too,” Sango said in a bored tone, sipping her coffee. Inuyasha put the file down.

“It looked like the same cop wrote all the files, and they were all written in the same month. But the charges were over the course of three years. Strange, isn't it?”

Sango nodded. “Her family consisted of mobsters. Apparently they ran an entire prostitution ring in China Town, bringing over orphans from China, Korea and Japan and selling them here. They would adopt these kids and as soon as they got to the states, they'd make them work it off. It's pretty ballsy to do it that way,” Sango said offhandedly. “The prostitution charge for Kagome was from a guy named Hojo. Apparently he reported her for prostitution two weeks after they graduated.”

He stared at the file. She mentioned her ex boyfriend's name was Hojo. The pieces were connecting a little bit. “What about the brawling?”

Sango lifted her eyebrows. “Brawling? Kagome? I didn't see anything about brawling in the file.”

Inuyasha pulled the file out and found the citation for brawling. It was in New York.

“It says it happened at her work on the night of…” He looked down the citation and saw the date. “That can't be right, she wasn't at work that night. That was the night she was at my place…”

“What night was it?”

“October 18th. That's the night you guys brought her to my place. We didn't hook up, but she did spend the night.”

Sango took the citation and read it herself. “Inuyasha, the chief wrote this citation out.”

Inuyasha looked through the other charges. Some of them had been written in the last two months. He saw that a lot of the charges were bogus charges too, stating that she stole from a campus store at 2 AM, but he knew for sure that Kagome had been with him on that night.

“Sango… he's in the ring,” Inuyasha said flatly.

They both rushed out of the office, leaving the file behind. They ran to the Chief's office, only to be met by a demon with red eyes and short black hair.

“Well, well, well. I guess you finally figured it out,” Kagura stated. The small child who talked to Inuyasha before was in front of her, his eyes downcast. “Return the girl or everyone here will perish.”

Author's Note: Ahhh, I'm getting close to ending this story! Tell me what you think!