InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eat You Alive ❯ The Secret's Out ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4: The Secret's Out

 

Kagome drove back to the hotel where she was staying. For once, thank God, sans Kikyo. She could do whatever she wanted for one more night. Then it was back to LA and her drudgery.

 

She walked to her room, opened the door and entered. But something felt wrong. There was someone else there. She couldn't see them, but she could sense it. She could always sense it. Like a nagging presence at the back of her mind that quickly spread through her body. She knew this presence. And looking around the corner to the bed, she saw she was right.

 

“Hello my Kagome. How was your evening?”

 

“Fine Kouga-kun.” She smiled stiffly at him. “And yours?” She feigned interest. `How did he get in here? How did he even know this was my room? This is my vacation damnit!! Someone's going to get fired over this…..'

 

He could smell annoyance creeping into her scent. It had been doing that a lot recently. But, as always, he ignored it, convincing himself it was just tension from working for that annoying wench Kikyo.

 

“It was okay, I guess.” He smirked. “But only because you were there.” He moved from the bed, silkily walking across the floor. “I've missed you Kagome. We really should spend more time together. Like tonight?” He asked without asking.

 

She almost screamed. He was so domineering! “Kouga. I'm a little tired right now. How about I talk to you tomorrow?”

 

“Or I could just stay the night with you.” He reached out to touch her arm.

 

She quickly turned for the bathroom and shut the door once inside. “You know my rules about that.”

 

He sighed as he leaned against the door. “I know, I know. No PDA. Always stop for work. And never, NEVER stay the night.” He whimpered. “But maybe just this once? I haven't seen you in so long. I've missed you. Missed your scent, your touch, your kiss. You're all I can think about Kagome. Didn't my song say how much I love you?”

 

She almost melted as she took out her earrings and starting removing her eye makeup. Isn't that what every girl wanted to hear? When he said stuff like that, it nearly made her forget how overbearing he was. How could he do this? Be so sweet that she nearly felt her heart beat out of her chest and then turn around and practically forbid her from doing what she wanted. She quickly washed her face to get her mind off it.

 

“Yes. It did Kouga. And after I got over how you set our first date to music, it was really sweet.” She dried her face and opened the door. Kouga sprang back from it to avoid falling on her. “But that doesn't change the fact that I'm so tired I can hardly make it to my bed.”

 

He smiled wolfishly, stepped closer and wrapped her in his arms. “Then let me help you.” The wolf moved to the bed faster than she could at a run and set her down.

 

She perched nervously on the edge and folded her hands in her lap. He sat down close to her. A touch to her chin had her head turning in his direction. He stared into her beautiful eyes.

 

“You're always so much prettier without that gunk on.” His mouth got closer.

 

She turned away, causing his hand to fall from her chin. “Kouga, I really am very tired. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?”

 

“Alright Kagome.” He leaned in again. She ducked and twisted, falling off the bed in the process. He leaped down and crouched over her. “Are you okay?”

 

“I'm fine.” She breathed out. “But you are crushing my lungs.”

 

“Sorry.” He scooted onto her legs and supported himself over her torso. “I kinda like this position better anyway.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Was that an observation or a pick-up line?”

 

He chuckled. “I love you Kagome. You make me laugh.”

 

“Glad I do something.” She grumbled. “Now do you think you could leave? I need to go to bed.”

 

He got up. “Alright. I'm going.” He helped her to her feet and walked to the door. “I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can do something then?”

 

“Maybe.” She didn't exactly lie. Just didn't tell the whole truth, seeing as she planned to leave the next afternoon. “We'll see.”

 

“Goodnight. My Kagome.” He leaned in one last time. She allowed him to get her cheek.

 

“Goodnight Kouga.” She closed the door when he tried to get another. “Ugh. Men. So needy.”

 

She walked to the closet where the foldable stand with her luggage was hidden and pulled out her pajamas. The dancing cats singing French always made her feel better. Oh how she loved flannel pajamas. Crawling under the covers never felt so good.

 

She pulled the smelly hotel sheets up to her chin and tried to ignore the scratch of cheap fabric against her face. Kikyo could have gotten a better room. Kikyo could have afforded a nicer hotel. But Kagome only got scraps compared to her and a room at the Sheraton was all she could afford.

 

Closing her eyes, it wasn't her boyfriend with his, oft times annoying but sometimes adorable, protectiveness she saw. Or the hot drummer she finally got to meet. For some odd and unwelcome reason, a young man with fierce golden eyes and wild white hair invaded her vision.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*The Next Morning*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

Inuyasha woke without his usual bravado. He silently sat up and turned off the alarm clock. Immediately following, he rolled over and went back to sleep.

 

Sango woke leisurely at eleven-thirty. She was fully rested and smiling as she twisted onto her back and looked over at her clock.

 

A shocked gasp was heard echoing out of her compartment, followed by a squeal. This woke Miroku who was in the compartment above her. He said it was because he'd always dreamed of her under him, but she suspected it was just because he didn't want to sleep close to the ground. The top bunk was always the best, you know.

 

He peeked his head out of his curtain, looked down, and pulled aside hers.

 

“What's wrong?”

 

His eyes were droopy, his hair was messy, and his voice was pleasantly husky. She'd never seen him like this. Inuyasha always got him awake before she could see. She blushed before she replied, hoping he wouldn't notice in his half-asleep state.

 

“Did you see what time it is?”

 

“No.” He looked over at his clock. They never set them anymore. Not since Inuyasha took it upon himself to be their personal alarm. “OH MY GOD!!” He flipped back down to look at her and almost fell out of his bunk. His eyes slowly focused from the head rush. “Do you think something's wrong with him?”

 

“I don't know.” She climbed out and reached up to the third bunk, right over Miroku. He resisted the grope presented to him, clad only in a gray T-shirt. She was so lucky he was still sleeping on the inside.

 

“Inuyasha. Hey, Inuyasha.” The hanyou growled at her and burrowed deeper into the pillow. She looked down to Miroku. “I think he's dieing.”

 

Her concerned tone brought Miroku out from his hole. He looked at his friend while balancing on the edge of his bunk and pulling on Inu's mattress to hold himself up.

 

“Hey buddy. What's up?” Getting no response, he grew concerned. “Come on Inu. What's so bad you can't even say `Hi' to me?”

 

Inuyasha showed his first sign of life that morning and rolled over to give the monk-by-inheritance an icy glare. Then he turned back around and ignored them once more.

 

Miroku was shocked. Sango was speechless. They retreated back to their previous positions and sat dumbly on their bunks. Sango spoke first.

 

“What did you do to him Houshi?” Her tone was scolding. It broke him from his reverie.

 

“I didn't do anything, Sangooooooooo.”

 

A loud “HA!” could be heard coming from the bunk above their heads.

 

“HEY! I was on pitch all night!” Miroku defended himself.

 

Sango whispered in his ear, inadvertently sending chills up and down his neck. “Wouldn't that just make him want to wake us up earlier?”

 

He hadn't thought of that. “Maybe. So what's his problem?” He whispered back.

 

Sango shrugged. “Who knows why he's sulking.”

 

“I'M NOT SULKING!!” Miroku raised a sardonic brow and Sango snorted. Inuyasha suddenly jumped from his bunk to glare at them. “Shut up you two. You don't know anything! Whatever. I don't need to take this shit.” He grabbed his ever-present black hoodie and stormed off the bus, passing a stunned driver and the old manager.

 

Totosai caught his sleeve. “Inuyasha, we're leaving.”

 

“I'll meet you there.” He pulled his arm away from his supervisor.

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

Spinning on one heel, the half-youkai's face twisted in a near rage. “I'm not getting stuck on a bus for five hours with that traitor!”

 

“What?”

 

“Never mind!” He began running. “See you there.” The last of their conversation petering off in the breeze as he ran away from his problems.

 

Totosai looked on in stunned amazement. He'd never done that before. And what was that about a traitor? His wrinkles settled into deep lines. Rushing up the steps onto the bus, he faced the other members of the band as they sat in the stupor left behind in Inuyasha's wake. The crew, that had gotten off at the gas station for a pee break and snacks, began to pile in behind him and sit on the benches lining the windows.

 

He walked back to the beds. They hadn't even gotten ready for the day and it was almost time for sound checks.

 

“Okay. What did you two say to him?” The old youkai demanded.

 

“Nothing. He was all pissy this morning and then he just ran off.” Sango defended both herself and secret love.

 

“We didn't say a thing that could've offended him.” Miroku also defended them both.

 

Totosai sighed. “Inuyasha is very touchy. Tell me everything that went on before I got on the bus.”

 

So they did.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Other Places*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

The shadows hid his face. All she could tell was that he had the body of a god. His wild white hair seemed to float as he moved to her. His hands slid down his smooth stomach to grasp the edge of his black Harley Davidson shirt. Lifting it over his head, she could see his muscles ripple under smooth tan skin.

 

Long hair cascaded back into place as he flung it away and lifted glowing golden eyes to her. For the first time, she noticed how truly magnificent he was. Stalking her with lithe grace, he followed her as she arose from the silken sheets and moved to the bathroom.

 

She hopped into the already running water, only just noticing she was unclothed, and pulled the red curtain closed when she heard him open the door, for it could only be him. Only he could have that calming and yet incredibly arousing presence just by setting foot into a place.

 

His baggy black pants hit the floor with a thud and then he pulled aside the curtain. The hot water had lent a rosy tint to her skin and he stood still, a worshipful look on his handsome face.

 

She gasped as her sanctuary was invaded. The cooler air from the room outside chilled her and she shivered. He stepped in, closed the curtain, and still she shivered. He reached for her with both hands, pulled her flush against him, and still she shivered. The hot water and steam had heated her, and he only increased it, and yet, she shivered.

 

The trembling only grew when chills ran up and down her spine as he slowly kissed her jaw to the underside of her chin. He nipped the sensitive skin there and torturously moved down her neck, licking and nipping on his way to her collarbone. He kissed all the way across it and moved back up the other side of her neck giving it the same attention as he did the first.

 

She clung to his strength when her knees gave out. He pinned her between the wall and himself. Talk about a rock and a hard place. The marble was cool against her back and renewed her shivers. The soft skin of her nipples rubbed against the hard planes of his chest, lightly scraping the fine white hairs adorning it. She moaned at the sensation only to have an answering growl reverberate through her. She didn't question the odd response, being too wrapped up in the moment.

 

His head dipped to claim her lips in a fiery kiss, feeding her passion to levels of insanity. Her back arched from the wall and into him as she pulled him closer, her nails slipping against his back from the water spraying over them both.

 

He lifted her by the buttocks and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He knocked the shampoos and conditioners from the ledge they were sitting on and lowered himself and the woman in his arms onto it instead. She could feel the muscled body beneath her quivering, though if it was from exertion or trying to hold back, she had no idea. His new position placed her directly under the showerhead and the heated water stoked the fire inside. These combined and she bucked forward, tilting her head back and feeling the burning rivulets course down her torso.

 

His hold tightened on her hips and he moaned. With her back arched, her breast was easily accessed by his mouth. He fiercely attacked the perfect globe presented to him, laving it until it tingled and then switched to the other when it too stood pert, begging for attention. Her hands ran up his arms, over his chest, and to his shoulders were she held on for dear life as the heat coiled and begged to be released.

 

Just as he shifted his weight, spreading her legs wider and positioning his engorged member against her female core…..

 

She woke up.

 

Her heart was racing, she was panting loudly, and she couldn't seem to escape the sticky sensation sliding between her thighs. Kagome soon found out female versions of a wet dream are the worst a girl can have as the wetness begged for a friction she didn't want to give.

 

She stumbled to the bathroom and almost groaned when her dream came back full force. She quickly washed her hair and body, desperately trying to ignore the pleasant scrape of the wash cloth against her still sensitive chest. She was ultimately unable to resist a quick swirl against her bud, immediately regretting the action as it only made her situation worse.

 

~*~*~

 

She finished shortly after, depriving herself of thinking of him as she did what she HAD to do. After all, she was a twenty-three year old virgin. There was no way she could have saved it that long without something to take the edge off. She justified it with the thought that most people did it. Every girl had done it at least once. She just happened to be one of the few that did it two times a night on average. And since last night she was too tired to perform what had become her nightly ritual, the tension had manifested in her dreams. Only thing she couldn't figure was:

 

Why Inuyasha?

 

Of all the people she could've dreamed about, it had to be that arrogant, insensitive jerk. That over-bearing bastard of a man. She pulled on her thong, bounced her breasts into a push-up bra, shimmied her skirt up her hips and was in the process of pulling the baby-tee over her head when a knock sounded on the door.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*On a street somewhere*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

A black and white blur raced along the road to Pittsburgh. Impossible for the human eye to recognize it as the famous `Golden-Eyed Heartthrob'.

 

Inuyasha ran on.

 

He ran to blow off steam. He ran to get away from his problems. But most of all, he ran to clear his head. His dreams had been plagued by a dark haired woman, spread seductively across his bed. She was far prettier than even Helen of Troy could possibly have been. Unfortunately for him, she had this thing for his best friend and was dating the lead singer of their opening act.

 

It was so unfair that he could have her on the bed or in the shower, well actually, it wasn't his room at home but somehow he knew it was his. And she would only be there in his dreams. Or, more realistically, his nightmares. And to wake up, right before he'd seated himself in her completely, with an irrepressible stiffy tightening his sweatpants…..

 

It was too much.

 

Then there was those two idiots trying to figure out what was wrong with him. It took all his willpower to wait for the problem to recede enough to get up.

 

He had to leave before he lost his mind. It didn't matter that this concert was one of the last ones. Only three more to go before they got a one month break preparing to write their second album. Then he would only have three more months to write it and get a new warm-up band. One without wolves.

 

He'd told Totosai it was a bad idea when the old man had hired them. But did that old codger listen? No! And what's worse, now he has to face Kagome every time something involving Kikyo came up. Why did she have to be the manager?! She was barely old enough to drink! How did she get put in charge of other people's careers?

 

He poured on the speed. Not knowing or caring that he was going in the wrong direction. He soon found himself in front of a hotel.

 

“What am I doing here?” He looked around for some clue to why he'd come to this location. Finding none, he walked into the lobby. He didn't see anything special. Nothing stuck out except for the lack of any employees. So he started walking around.

 

He heard a noise from the back room and quickly pulled the hood over his head, hiding his very recognizable white hair from view.

 

“Damn it all! I forgot my sunglasses!” He turned away from the front desk and walked towards some stairs. Breathing in, he caught a scent. And it was very disturbing.

 

“Can I help you?” A feminine male's voice rang from the desk.

 

“ACK!” Inuyasha held his fast beating heart. “No. I'm fine.” He said without turning around.

 

“Are you sure?” The clerk walked around. He recognized that jacket.

 

“Really. I'm fine. Just looking for something.”

 

“I can help you with that.” He tried to see under the hood, but the man kept ducking his chin. If it was who he thought it was, this would be the crowning moment in his life. Sengoku's singer was so hot! And maybe he could have him all to himself. `Eeeeeeee!' He squealed inside. `I'm so naughty.'

 

“Don't need it. Just looking.”

 

The clerk reached for the hood. The unidentified man jerked away and raced for the stairs.

 

“Oh poo.”

 

“Jakotsu! Did you just say poo?” The other desk clerk, who happened to be his brother and boss called.

 

He cringed and turned with his head down. “Yes Bankotsu.”

 

The other man held out a jar. “You know what this means. Pay up.” Jakotsu sighed and dropped a quarter in the jar. “And were you assaulting that man?”

 

“I was not! I was just trying to see who it was!”

 

The other man just raised a brow.

 

“Oh fine! Shit.” He dropped another quarter in the jar.

 

“That's better.” He shook the almost full `Naughty Boy' jar. “We'll break you of these habits soon enough. Once you learn not to go after men and curse right, then you can stop giving away all your tips.”

 

“Shut up.” He grumbled.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Kagome's Room*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

“Just a minute!” Kagome shouted. She finished pulling on her shirt and twisted her hair up in a towel. Cautiously, she walked to the door, looked out the peephole, and sighed.

 

Throwing the bolt, she let in her boyfriend. Kouga stepped into the room and grinned. “Having dreams about me?” He asked oh-so-cockily.

 

“No.” She replied flatly.

 

His smirk dropped a fraction. “Really?” He forced on a smile. “Then who?” He could smell it. She was thinking about it. Her scent peaked on the hot and heavy side. Then she spoke.

 

“Who said I have to dream about someone?”

 

He restrained himself from screaming out his thoughts. `Because this room in drenched in your arousal!' It was hard, but he managed. The urge to claim what was his was intense. He desperately tried to keep from clenching his jaw and fists as his instincts raged within him to discipline her for lying to him. Jealousy is a dangerous emotion. Without control, the results could be disastrous.

 

“No one said you had to.” He sounded as airy as he could in the situation. “I just sensed that you did.”

 

He hated hiding his true species from her. It was ridiculous. But humans were so biased against anything that was different that youkai such as himself couldn't trust them. Once he wooed her in human terms though, then revealing himself would not be a problem.

 

But why did the human mating rituals have to take so freakin' long?! He'd been `seeing' her for almost six months now. If she was a youkai, she'd be pregnant with their first litter. And the farthest he'd ever gotten was a couple kisses and one quick feel up her shirt, which ended in a slap and getting thrown out of her room. Women, especially human ones, were complex creatures.

 

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Well, I didn't. So could you just drop it?” He could smell her deceit, but said nothing. Doing so would only lead into a huge explanation that she wasn't ready for.

 

“Sure. But only for you.” He moved closer to her, reaching out to take her in his arms. He had to erase thoughts of any other male from her mind.

 

She allowed him to kiss her. It didn't have any spark. No earth shaking properties, no fireworks. Nothing like the man in her dream. When he finally released her lips, she asked him a question that had been bugging her.

 

“Kouga?”

 

“Hm?” He nuzzled her hair.

 

“Why aren't you on your way to Boston?”

 

He chuckled. “I told them I'd catch up. I had to see you before you disappeared on me again.”

 

Her brow lowered. “Are you going to buy a plane ticket or something?”

 

He pulled away from her. “No…I'm…uh…”

 

“Yes?” She asked testily.

 

“I…was going to…ru-…hitchhike.” He inwardly smirked to himself.

 

“You're going to hitchhike to another state?” She pushed him and he fell on her bed. “What kind of stupid, idiotic.” She huffed. “Do you know what could happen to you doing that?”

 

“Are you worried about me? That's so sweet.” He pulled her down on top of him. “You don't have anything to worry about Kagome. I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself.” He propped himself up for a kiss.

 

Just as his mouth was about to devour hers, her door slammed open again. Then he walked in, and stood staring at the picture they made.

 

Inuyasha couldn't believe it. First he gets assaulted with that smell, coming from here in this room. Then he had to fend off that weird desk clerk. And now he's seeing this. The woman of his dreams sprawled atop this wolf. `Damnit!'

 

“What do you want dog turd? Can't you see we're busy here?”

 

Kagome shoved away from him and awkwardly got up. “We are not.” She straightened her hair and clothes. “Can I help you? Are you lost or something?”

 

“Yeah, why are you here puppy?” Kouga got off the bed and glared at the intruder, instantly stating his claim by putting an arm around his woman.

 

Kagome was looking at Inuyasha expectantly, Kouga with disdain.

 

`Think of something quick.' The hanyou mentally screamed. `What AM I doing here? I can't even answer that! Think think think.'

 

“I…..uh, wanted to talk to you about…..um, that thing.” He cringed. That was the best he could come up with?!

 

Kagome's brow raised in suspicion. “What `thing'?”

 

“You know. That thing, with the, uh, the album cover. I mean, you are her manager and all, so I thought--”

 

Kouga burst out in a vengeful chuckle, cutting off his babbling. “Manager?!” He nudged the girl beside him with his elbow. “Kagome, he thinks you're her manager!” He laughed some more.

 

Inuyasha's scowl grew deeper than it already was. Kagome smiled tightly and tried not to smack her boyfriend.

 

“She's only the assistant!” The laughing grew louder.

 

“She's a what?!”

 

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