InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fools in the Rain ❯ Fools in the Rain ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the publicly known characters, plot, etc. I'm just renting them from Rumiko Takahashi, Viz, etc. I do own the plot of this story and any original characters I've created. I will make no money from this fic; I write for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of my readers.

 

 

Written for the “Can You Taste the Summer?” challenge at Eternal Destiny.

 

 

Fools in the Rain

 

 

The sun was high in the sky, glowing down on beaches and swathing the inhabitants in its warm, soothing rays. The sky was a breathtaking blue, not a cloud in sight to mar the perfect afternoon. Of course, Inuyasha didn't know any of this; he was stuck inside a condo with the blinds drawn.

 

“Inuyasha, make love to me,” Kagome requested in what was supposed to be a sultry voice, but just came out weak and sickly. It was no surprise, considering she had been stuck in bed for three days with a cold, though he was beginning to suspect it might be something a little more serious. Sighing, he reflected back on the events leading up to this sorry situation.

 

He and Kagome had been married four days ago. It had been the single happiest moment of his life, and it only got better afterwards, or so he thought. Kagome's mother surprised them with an all expenses paid, one week trip to Hawaii for their honeymoon. They were reluctant to accept at first because of the enormous expense, but Kagome's mother brushed off their concerns. She had simply raided Kagome's college fund, seeing as how her daughter was going to be living in the Feudal Era full time and wouldn't need a higher education there. Besides, the older woman had said, she never got to spoil Kagome anymore. And once Mrs. Higurashi mischievously hinted at the activities that took up much of a honeymoon, Inuyasha was all for it. In fact, he practically dragged Kagome off to pack, not that the idea was anything less than exhilarating for her either.

 

So they set off late that evening, and arrived in Hawaii early that same morning because of the time difference. The flight was uncomfortable, especially for his sensitive ears, but he coped easily enough by thinking about a week alone with his wench, with no kitsunes or humans to interrupt them. As it was, they had gotten almost a full night's worth of sleep on the plane, so they were raring to go. For most of that morning and into the afternoon, they simply wandered, taking in the sights of Honolulu and eventually working their way down to the beach. Kagome knew a little English from her days at her school; it wasn't much, but it was enough to get by. Things got noticeably more stressful when they stripped down to their bathing suits to go swimming. As if the sight of Kagome in nothing but a black bikini wasn't tantalizing enough, he also had to deal with the ogles of other men who agreed that the sexy Japanese girl was something to behold. And they were so arrogant, these buff human men who thought they could get whatever girl they wanted just by flexing a little muscle. That might have worked on other women, but not his Kagome; she didn't spare any of them a second glance, even if they called out to her. Another thing that royally pissed Inuyasha off was that these guys had no shame about going after somebody else's woman. When he glared at them, most of the time they just stared right back, clearly not intimidated by the toned, but wiry Japanese boy with the long, white hair. They had absolutely no idea that he could quite literally tear them in half if he wanted to. But he had promised himself he would try not to cause trouble, for Kagome's sake, so the conceited jackasses escaped the beating they probably deserved. Inuyasha was very glad he didn't know what raising your middle finger to somebody meant, because he guessed that the knowledge would make it that much harder not to tear into some haughty American meat.

 

At least he wasn't the only jealous one; several times he caught Kagome staring down young women who had been gazing at him. Apparently, his look was exotic enough to be a draw around here, not that he gave a damn. He only had eyes for one, and that one was currently being eyed by yet another group of surfer boys! Mother fuckers!!!!! Yep, he was never letting Kagome wear that thing out in public again; it was too stressful. Things only got worse when the wench hatched the bright idea that they learn how to surf. He knew it was a bad idea, but how could he refuse her when she was using her doe eyes on him? So they bought two boards, and signed up for a class. The instructor was blond, well-built, and wolf-eyed, and his gaze lingered on Kagome a bit longer than it should have during the introductions. Kagome didn't seem to notice until it came time to stand on the boards for the first time—on the sand, of course. Then the instructor came up behind her, placing his hands on her waist on the pretext of helping her balance, and whispered something in her ear which Inuyasha couldn't understand but knew he wouldn't like. Kagome didn't appreciate it either, if the way she stiffened was any indication. Her scent flared in anger and that, plus the dangerous glimmer in her eye, convinced Inuyasha to leave it alone and let her handle it.

 

And handle it she did. The next time Mr. Blondie came slinking around behind her, to once again `help her balance,' Kagome drove her elbow back into his gut so hard that he collapsed in a heap, gasping for breath. Kagome harrumphed and walked away, not even glancing back. Inuyasha caught up with her easily enough, and demanded to know what the jerk had whispered to her. After some unsuccessful attempts to dodge the question, Kagome finally confessed that the guy had asked her to go have sex with him in the lifeguard station. Needless to say, Inuyasha was beyond pissed. Only a quick embrace from Kagome and an even quicker kiss kept him from going back and breaking all ten fingers in that bastard's hands, and maybe tearing off the finger-shaped (and probably finger-sized) appendage between his legs. At least, it was supposed to be a quick kiss. Inuyasha's lips smashed down on hers, turning the lip lock into a hungry, desperate affair, a way for him to `reclaim' his woman, in a way. Not that Kagome was complaining. In fact, after separating for air they both found the beach a little too hot for their tastes, and retired to their condo, where things only got steamier. They made love once, and Inuyasha wanted to just spend the rest of the evening in bed, but Kagome didn't want to `waste the day.' They had all night to have sex, after all.

 

Still, Inuyasha thought he was going to get his way when it started raining outside. Not just raining, but pouring, as if the sky itself was weeping inconsolably. And it didn't stop, either, which suited Inuyasha just fine. The problem was that Kagome wanted to go outside anyway, and again, he was powerless to deny her. So they went down to the now nearly deserted beach after a quick dinner, Kagome wearing a much less revealing one-piece suit, and actually had a great time for a few hours. Swimming, tossing a frisbee, chasing each other up and down the beach, making out in the frothy surf… They stayed out until well after dusk, and by then the rain had combined with lowering temperatures and the cool breeze blowing off the water to make things uncomfortable for Kagome. But Inuyasha had no trouble warming her up when he got her back to the condo, turning her shivers into shudders of pleasure as they made love again. Surprisingly, Kagome fell asleep almost immediately afterwards, but at that point Inuyasha just supposed the busy day had tired her out. It wasn't until the following morning that he realized she was sick.

 

So here he was, three days later, lying in bed with Kagome and tending to her every need. She had spent much of the last seventy-two hours sleeping, and he had tried to occupy himself watching TV and listening to the radio. Still, there was no doubt that this officially sucked. It was their honeymoon, and they had made love exactly two times in four days, certainly not the ratio he was looking for. At first, he had yelled at her, berating her for her stupidity in getting herself sick and ruining their honeymoon. And he'd be the first to tell you what a colossal asshole that made him. He spent the next several hours drying her tears, apologizing profusely, and repeatedly taking back everything he said. Apparently, he still had a lot to learn about being a good husband. Husband… Even now he couldn't believe they were actually married. After all the hardship, all the hurt feelings, all the wasted time and missed opportunities, it felt absolutely divine to finally be connected to her in such a manner. As long as he was by her side, it was impossible to ruin the honeymoon. Just being with her was enough. Now he just had to convince her he felt that way.

 

Eventually, Kagome calmed down enough to sleep, but he could tell she was still feeling guilty, even days later. How did he know this? Well, for starters she kept asking him to make love to her even though he knew she was miserable, and it didn't take hanyou senses to see it. He would forever curse himself if he took advantage of her in such a state, and he had no intention of doing anything sexual with or to her until she was one hundred percent better. Well, maybe ninety-five would be ok… But she was nowhere near that number, so his answer was short and simple.

 

“No.”

 

“Please, Inuyasha. I feel bett—”

 

“No, you don't.”

 

“I do!”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Dammit, Inuyasha! I think I know how I feel!”

 

“Calm down and shut up, wench! Look at you! You can't even keep your head up and argue with me at the same time!”

 

“That's not…true…” Kagome tried, only to slump back in total exhaustion.

 

“Go to sleep, Kagome,” he commanded softly, wiping her brow with a handy washcloth from the nightstand.

 

“I'm not tired. I just have no energy,” she replied honestly. Inuyasha couldn't say he blamed her for not wanting to sleep; she had only recently awoken from a sixteen-hour slumber.

 

“Alright, you wanna watch TV or something?” Kagome shook her head, snuggling further into his embrace.

 

“Just hold me.”

 

Inuyasha chuckled. “I've been doing that for three days, wench.”

 

“And I really appreciate it,” she countered seriously, gazing up at him. “I don't know what I would have done without you these past few days, Inuyasha.” Blushing, the hanyou looked away. How did this woman do that? How did she make his heart beat fast enough to burst from his chest just by thanking him for something any good husband would do? The things she made him feel sometimes, the warmth she filled him with… He would be forever grateful such a being had come into his life.

 

“F-feh! It's nothing,” he stammered.

 

“It's not nothing. You just don't realize how amazing you are,” she said drowsily, eyes already sliding shut. Inuyasha was glad for this, because now his face was reminiscent of a ripe tomato. So much for not being tired… Or maybe she really was just resting her eyes, because ten minutes later she was still awake. Breathing slowly, eyes closed, but awake. Inuyasha didn't want to disturb her, which meant no TV or radio, so he quickly became quite bored. It happened automatically as he was trying to think of something to do, but once he realized what he was doing he saw no point in stopping. Kagome opened her eyes and watched him as he continued his melodious humming, deep and charged with feeling, powerful emotion. As he finished, he closed his eyes for a moment of silent contemplation.

 

“That was beautiful,” she said. “Was it a lullaby from your mother?”

 

Inuyasha smirked. “That was Stairway to Heaven, wench, that song I keep hearing on the radio. Remember, you translated the name for me?”

 

“Oh, yeah. Who was that by again?”

 

“Led Zeppelin.”

 

“Mm.”

 

“You know what? I like `em. I think I'm gonna buy some of those See-Dee things while I'm here.”

 

“But you can't even understand the words!”

 

“Keh! Who cares about the words? Singing is overrated. I like the drums, and that guitar thing, and the bass. Plus it's pretty cool the way he sings when the songs get all intense.” Kagome grimaced in mock horror.

 

“Oh, no,” she groaned melodramatically, “my husband is getting into American rock music! Where did I go wrong?”

 

“Led Zeppelin is British.”

 

“Whatever.” A long moment of companionable silence passed before Kagome spoke again. “Sing another one.”

 

“I wasn't singing.”

 

Kagome growled irritably. “Well, humming then. Hum another song.”

 

“Oi! Don't order me around, wench. I don't have to stay here, you know. I could go lie out on the bea—” he cut himself off suddenly, realizing his mistake even as the dreaded scent of Kagome's tears resurfaced. Dammit!!! Why can't I Stop. Putting. Foot. In. Mouth?!

 

“It's ok, Inuyasha,” Kagome assured with false cheer, though the despair he could sense rolling off her nearly broke his heart. “Go by your CDs, and have a good ti—”

 

“Shut up, wench,” he commanded, pulling her close and burying his face in her hair. At this, Kagome's hastily woven façade cracked and shattered.

 

“Go, Inuyasha!” she wailed. “I know I'm nothing but a burden, so—” Any further comment was forestalled by Inuyasha's lips, as he pressed them down upon hers gently but with enough force to convey his remorse. Kagome melted underneath him, surrendering to the comfort even as part of her screamed in resentment, demanding she stay angry with him. She banished that voice with little difficulty. Inuyasha had never been good with words; she knew that. Sometimes he said things he didn't mean, but his actions always revealed his true feelings. And right now, his actions were telling her that he loved her, and always would. Given this thought process, it was no wonder that Inuyasha's next words shocked her to the core.

 

“Dammit, Kagome. Don't you know how lucky I feel just lying here with you?”

 

Their eyes locked, amber searing into brown, communicating everything that never left his lips. And finally, Kagome smiled, basking in the afterglow of her enlightenment. It was the most beautiful sight Inuyasha had glimpsed since her last smile, three days ago.

 

“Thank you, Inuyasha.”

 

“Feh. Go to sleep, wench.”

 

Kagome drifted off, warmly cosseted in the arms of her love, the man who apparently wasn't so bad with words after all.

 

 

A/N - wow, this was supposed to be short, but then it ran away with me. Hope you like it. I know not all `beach men' in Hawaii are assholes, but remember that we're seeing them from Inuyasha's point of view, which might be a little skewed. And in case you didn't know, the title of the story is also a Led Zeppelin song; I just pluralized it. And for the record, yes, I love Led Zeppelin.