InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Elsewhere ❯ Chapter Sixteen ( Chapter 16 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I profit from this.


“Please no more therapy
Mother take care of me
Piece me together with a
Needle and thread
Wrap me in eiderdown
Lace from your wedding gown
Fold me and lay me down
On your bed
Or liken me to a shoe
Blackened and spit-shined through
Kicking back home to you
Smiling back home
Singing back home to you
Laughing back home to you
Dragging back home to you”

- Shawn Colvin, Polaroids


Chapter Sixteen

Observing her surroundings she spotted the phone and before she could think about it quickly dialed her own number. A familiar voice answered on the other line.

“Hello?” it was her mother. Before she called she hadn’t planned what she was going to say and almost turned blue.

“Hi Mom, it’s me…” she replied.

“Kagome! When are you coming home? It’s nine o’clock already. Are you feeling okay you sound sick?” her mother replied. She actually was feeling sick thinking about what to say.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’ll be home pretty soon and I just wanted to call so you wouldn’t worry,” she said knowing what kind of response this would trigger but falling into the mother-daughter trap of conversation.

“Well, of course I’m going to worry about you. I can’t believe you passed out from sake! What were you thinking? I didn’t know you were going to his house,” her mother sounded thoroughly pissed.

“Well it was kind of heat of the moment I guess,” she clamped her hand over her mouth.

“Kagome, we need to talk when you get home,” and with that her mother hung up. What was with people hanging up on her so much? She blew out a sigh and looked around.

She was feeling sneaky.

She went back to his bedroom. His closet was open so she took the liberty and peeked in. His clothing was hung pristinely and small chest of drawers was to the side. She mused for a bit about who does his laundry then looked deeper in.

It was a large walk-in closet with a door at the far wall. She slipped through and opened the door. It was dark but looked like a fairly large room. She switched the light on and stood wide-eyed.

Here was armor, swords, robes, books and old ancient scrolls organized on shelves and hangers.

Hanging on the far wall was a very familiar looking sword. She walked slowly to it. It was Tessaiga. She smiled and reached for it.

“I see you feel comfortable enough in my house to show yourself around,” she froze and turned her head. Sesshoumaru was standing in the door holding Tenseiga and her beach bag. He placed her bag in the floor then walked over to hang Tenseiga in a slot above Tessaiga.

With a look over his shoulder he then lifted Tessaiga. It hummed and crackled a bit as he placed it in her hands. It suddenly became still with a bluish glow around it. “The sword still will not accept me,” he said a half smile. She fondled it, smelled it, held it close to her then placed it back on the wall.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had it?” she turned to fully to him almost looking hurt. He stared deep in her eyes and felt a pang of emotion he couldn’t understand, he didn’t like it either.

“I did not realize this was important,” he said coolly trying to shake the feeling. She smiled a bit and walked toward him.

“I guess I didn’t ask or anything, I should have,” she walked past him and picked up her bag then headed for the bathroom. He eyed her intensely. The next few days were going to be hard.

She took off his clothes and placed them neatly on the sink. She reached in her bag to pull out fresh clothing she packed when she eyed the damage. On her hips were faint dotted scars she knew were from his claws. All across her thighs were silvery healed scratches. How did she manage to not feel that?

Then she remembered she had passed out. There were brownish fading bruises on her stomach and also across her breasts at closer inspection. The bite on her collarbone shone out and she knew the scar would probably never fade.

He had really worked her over. She smiled and shook her head at this strange endearment. She had expected youkai mating to be a very ‘intense’ ordeal but she almost wished she hadn’t passed out. Pushing the stupid thought from her mind she continued to dress. At least she wasn’t bleeding anymore. She had left dark spots of blood in his underwear and on his bed sheets. She almost felt bad for it.

He was standing at the bathroom door again, waiting, listening. He heard her gasp and sigh. He was almost used to her strange behavior and didn’t react inwardly; still, he found it intriguing. She opened the door and almost walked into him. Upon the slight physical contact he had a strong urge to seize her but refrained. She looked up at him and blushed anew.

“Excuse me,” she said politely and sauntered out of the room toward the kitchen. He followed her. “Are you going to pick up your car?” he froze. The car! It had been the farthest thing from his mind. He would have to escort her home personally, should he fly?

“If you haven’t yet I’ll just walk home. I called my Mom and she’s not very happy with me,” she looked at the floor. It was very tempting to stay there until he drug her home but she hated to upset her mother. She was very kind and lenient with her this whole ordeal was proof.

“I will accompany you then,” he stated and went back to change. She wanted to follow him. She was dying to actually see his body, but he would sprout wings before he would allow that. She thought of him with wings.

“Fierce angel,” she whispered to herself yet he could hear her plain enough from his closet and he sighed. How could anyone not enjoy her mind and company? He guessed with her current frame of mind and the recent activities that was a good description for him.

He joined her in his usual dark uniform. Pristine tied hair and clear face free of markings. “I guess we’re ready,” she sighed and he took her bag. She jumped a little bit and smiled, she was so used to carrying things herself. He was very… she really couldn’t put words to him.

They left his house and began their journey on the sidewalk toward the park. People passing by would stare at him. She wondered if that made him nervous. That was a stupid thought. He wore his beautiful stoicism like a crown in the midst of these ‘humans’.

He must have perfected it while stalking her she thought while chuckling softly. The past week had been very flattering. He was so untouchable and yet… he had touched her. She could have melted into the sidewalk. He sensed her stumbling and grasped her arm.

“Are you well?” he asked and then sensed her thoughts and scented her. He cocked a slight half smile at her. “I guess you are after all,” he said then pulled her up gently and released her arm. She could have died with all those people looking at them.

She snapped her head to the front and walked a little faster. She was so amusing to him he thought he might actually laugh. They continued on in silence and were soon approaching her old school. She looked on with melancholy remembrance. All too familiar voices snapped her out of reverie.

“Kagome-Chan! We were going to visit you!” came the voices of her friends. She froze and thought of turning around to run. She also thought about shoving Sesshoumaru into the trees on the right like she would have with Inuyasha but knew she probably wouldn’t be able to budge him, besides, they spotted him.

“Hello there, you must be Sesshoumaru,” one of her friends breathed. He didn’t expect this, much less this girl knowing his true name, but soon enough put on the human façade.

“Yes, you must be Kagome’s friends, she’s told me much about you all,” he lifted his hand to greet each one. They each took his hand as if he were producing diamond rings.

“Really?” they sighed at once.

“Kagome, you really weren’t kidding,” her very wishy-washy friend whispered at her. She turned a bright shade of purple and started sweating. Sesshoumaru looked at her with a smirk behind his eyes. After drinking in his visage they looked to Kagome.

“Kami-Sama! Kagome you look like you’ve been in a cat fight!”

Pointing at her shoulder one friend remarked, “More like a rabid dog fight! Look at that!” they all gasped and hovered around her. She wished very much she had packed a tee shirt instead of a tank top. He cut her a concerned look. She started laughing and waving her hand.

“No, no, I just fell in a thorn bush a couple of days ago…” she stated.

“A couple of days ago? We saw you night before last, you didn’t have any of these… scars… they’re scars,” her friends were poking and prodding her all over. She looked helplessly at Sesshoumaru. He was getting annoyed.

“I meant yesterday, Sesshoumaru is a holistic healer. He’s been treating me,” she replied and smiled happy with her answer.

“Oh… so that’s where you were last night when I called,” said one of her friends with an all-knowing look. Her friends formed similar faces. She had dug herself in a pit and couldn’t think of any possible way out.

“We’ll call you later Kagome-Chan,” said one of her friends nodding to the rest to leave. “It was wonderful to meet you Sesshoumaru,” she said, the other three chimed in agreement. “See you later!” they yelled almost in unison. Very flushed she glanced at Sesshoumaru. He was unreadable, she could sense he was very annoyed and she could also guess why.

“I told them your name almost three years ago while I was talking about Inuyasha,” she said softly. “They remembered it,” he stared at her for a bit and continued walking. Inuyasha was quickly becoming a fragile subject in his mind.

“I do not care what lie you have to fabricate, tell them not to use my true name,” he said coolly, monotone. Even though he was sinking fast into his shell she could sense his emotions, ‘This must be the bond,’ she thought and liked it well enough.

After a half an hour her house was in sight. She turned to him suddenly and took him by surprise. “Hey you don’t have to walk me all the way back, my mother is really mad. I don’t think you should see her,” she said softly and smiled. She didn’t want to go home all of a sudden, he sensed this.

“Until next time then,” he quickly turned and started walking in the opposite direction. She sighed and turned back toward her home. The front door was open and there her mother stood, watching the two.

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When ten o’clock rolled around last night Kagome’s mother really began to worry. She jumped at the phone and answered, waiting for the worst. Instead a very deep and relaxing monotone met her ear. She, however, didn’t believe for a minute that Kagome had passed out from sake. Kagome had told her once herself she hated the taste and the way it made her feel.

She watched as her daughter march into the house, gave a small hello, and forged straight to her bedroom. She waited for her daughter patiently in the kitchen. This behavior, though not unexpected for her age, was a bit of shock. She would ask for the simple truth, that was it.

Kagome trudged into the kitchen wearing her long pajamas. This was odd. Then the truth very abruptly dawned on her. She had acted the same way once. Her mother’s mood darkened. But the girl was eighteen; she should have been prepared for this.

“Kagome. Tell me what happened,” Her mother said softy but firmly. Kagome couldn’t even look at her. She sat at the table.

“Come on Mom. We went to the beach, and then back to his place,” Kagome was all but begging with her tone, near tears. Her mother would have left her alone at that time but more important matters were on her mind. She turned toward the sink feigning to wash something.

“Kagome, I know you don’t want to talk about it but remember you really can talk to me about anything, with everything you’ve been through…” she let out a sigh and continued with her mock cleaning. “I only have one question,” Kagome sat perfectly still waiting for the axe to fall.

“Did you think to use any kind of protection?” Her mother breathed and stopped moving waiting for the axe to fall on her now. She could hear muffled sobs and that was answer enough. She went to her daughter and hugged her affectionately.

“Shhh, it’s okay honey. Today I am making an appointment for the doctor, we’ll get you some…” she paused. She dreaded this day, the day her little girl would come home with that look in her eyes. “Birth control, you need to start seeing that kind of doctor now any way,” she finished and released her; Kagome looked up at her and smiled.

“You really are the best, Mom,” she whispered. Her mother put a playful smirk on.

“I know I am, go take a shower. I will make you some late breakfast,” she replied. Kagome stood and walked to the stairs. She really didn’t want to shower actually but she smiled heading for her bedroom.

Upon stepping into the shower she let her mother’s words sink in and began to worry. As romantic as carrying his child seemed she would be starting college in the fall. She had many things she wanted to do, so many plans. She was suddenly very confused and afraid.
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