InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ frozen ❯ frozen pt4 ( Chapter 4 )

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A/N: Warning, this story has strong language and citrus content. If you are underage you should NOT be reading this. If you are offended by this kind of material well-you know the deal. If you like this story, read and review.

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FROZEN

by: kittie le sabre

Part IV

Now there's no point in placing the blame

And you should know I suffer the same

If I lose you

My heart will be broken

Sesshoumaru was sitting outside of Kagome's apartment, trying to decide if he should go up and talk to her. His mind was swirling with confusion and doubt. Her response to him earlier in the restaurant restroom was the cause.

Why had she responded to him in such a way? Was she truly the whore Kouga had named her? Or did she still have feelings for him after he'd told her it was over between them? He wanted to know, needed to know, how she truly felt about him.

After dropping Rin off at the photo shoot, he'd completed his afternoon appointments but had been unable to resume work. He'd driven by the medical office a few times but was leery about discussing his personal business with her in such a place.

Sesshoumaru silently scoffed at his "sudden" sense of decorum. And the women's toilet wasn't public enough?

He glanced down at his watch for the 18th time. She usually was home by 5:30. What was keeping her?

Impatient for her appearance, he pulled out a cigarette and rolled down the window. Lighting it, Sesshoumaru schooled himself to be patient for Kagome's arrival. This time he would not allow her get away so easily and he would demand the truth.

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Kagome was exhausted after such an emotionally and mentally trying day. Sango's lunch treat had been delicious but she wasn't able to finish eating the expensive meal. She had promptly decided to take the rest of it home with her. That plan fell through because one of their older clients, Kaede, had stopped by to visit the doctor that Kagome worked for. She'd had little time to have lunch and inquired about the delicious odor coming from the younger woman's office. Kagome had generously offered her the leftovers.

Now she was pressed to make a brief stop at the supermarket on the way home. Kagome was happy that it stayed open late and had a large variety of choices and that the produce was reasonable and fresh. After making a modest purchase of fruit, vegetables, and breakfast items, Kagome was happily envisioning a quick easy meal of turbo fish, fruit salad, miso soup with vegetables and May wine that had been a gift from Inuyasha and Kikyou.

As she approached her block carrying her briefcase and bags, she found herself regretting her decision to stop because she was caught in a heavy downpour which left her soaking to the skin. Kagome began running once she spotted her doorway.

Her foot touched the bottom step and a shadow with a large umbrella loomed over her. Kagome pushed back her mass of sopping wet hair and looked up to thank the kind soul even if they were too late. She froze, looking up into a pale regal face with gold eyes that reflected her image.

"I need to talk to you, Kagome." When she continued to mutely stare at him, he gritted impatiently from between his teeth, "Now."

Startled out of her reverie, she automatically obeyed him, leading the way up to her apartment. He'd taken the bags from her and was holding the umbrella over them as she opened the hallway door. Once they were inside, she found herself regretting everything as she walked up the stairs, aware that he could see every line of her body in the wet clothing. Hell, she might as well be naked!

She didn't dare look back. When they reached the top, she was shaking so badly that he had to take her keys away to open the door for her.

How coordinated he is, she thought sourly as they made their way inside, after removing their shoes.

"I'll take care of these things, you need to change out of those wet clothes," Sesshoumaru informed her walking to the kitchen with her bags.

Damn. Just how comfortable did she feel with him in her kitchen while she took a hot shower? It wasn't important. She needed to know why he was here. After their encounter earlier at the restaurant, she knew that he hadn't stopped caring about her. But could she afford to make another assumption?

20 minutes later, a very bewildered and relaxed Kagome was cautiously making her way towards the kitchen. It was vacant and all of her groceries had been put away. When she peered into the dining area, Sesshoumaru was sitting at the table studying some papers from his briefcase. In front of him was a light but sumptuous spread of French cuisine for two, complete with wine, candles, flowers, china and linen.

"Have a seat," he said without glancing up from his reading.

Kagome took her place opposite of him. It was not unusual for Sess to order a meal like this for just the two of him; therein marked the differences between the two of them. She was from an average family with an average income living at a shrine, while he was from one of the wealthiest families in the city. Again, she had overstepped her bounds by becoming involved with such a man. It was only to be expected that she would get hurt by him in the end.

Still, there was no way she was going down without a fight. He was in her turf now and they would play by her rules.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about?" Kagome asked him leaning forward to take a sip of the wine from her chilled glass. It was a delicious white Spanish vintage and she savored the subtle fruity and floral flavors on her tongue.

Sesshoumaru deftly put away the papers he was perusing and closed his briefcase with a decisive click. He studied her for several moments before speaking. She was exquisite and beautiful. From the first moment he'd laid eyes on her, he'd wanted her. He denied it for the longest time because she was younger, less experienced and from a different social class. She was the best friend of his wild, impulsive brother. But Sess was not a coward and so he'd pursued her until she became a part of his life.

How had it come to this?

She was waiting for him to say something, her fathomless eyes brimming with curiosity and something else he could not discern. He wanted to smoke another cigarette but knew how much it bothered her, and so he refrained from doing so.

"Kagome, I need to know the truth," he intensely stated. "Do you truly care about me? Or was it just convenience?"

"I don't owe you anything, Sesshoumaru!" Kagome was livid. After treating her as he had for the past few days, did he think it would be just that easy?

His pride was bruised. Sesshoumaru slowly rose to his feet and quickly walked over to her. He stood in front of her, towering above her as she glared up at him.

"Yes, you do, woman! You failed to tell me the truth about you and Kouga! And who knows who and what else!" He stormed, his eyes blazing with heat and lightening.

Kagome snorted derisively. "Who made you emperor? You try to run everything and you want control! Who are you to make demands?"

"I'll show you!" Sesshoumaru seized her up by the shoulders, yanking her to him. Kagome fought him, striking him wherever she could reach. He held her by imprisoning her arms within the circle of his own. She could not break free of him.

"You will answer me, bitch," he muttered, increasing the pressure on her arms and torso.

"NO! I won't you bastard!" Kagome yelled and attempted to kick him and bite him.

He staggered, fighting to keep hold of her and to recover his balance; he tumbled with Kagome to the floor with a huge thud. He turned over in time to take the worst of the fall with her landing on top of him. The feminine weight of her settled onto him and he enjoyed the feel of her body beneath the cotton T-shirt and the faded jeans. Although he despised such casual garments, they were always perfect on a natural beauty like her. His hand rested on her waist and he waited for her reaction, a ploy to lure her out into the open. He had no intention of doing anything that she might expect him to do. Let her make the next call.

Kagome was momentarily winded. When she finally was able to calm down and catch her breath, she realized that she was lying on top of Sess. She enjoyed the solid feel of his toned and masculine body. It brought to her mind embarrassing images of earlier when they had almost had sex in the ladies' restroom. I'd better move, she mused, and fast. Somehow she couldn't quite bring herself to remove her body from his; she needed this closeness for a brief time. The intimacy of the moment was relevant to her. She could feel him dissecting her. What could she say now? Her anger was gone and senseless. But her pride would not allow her to admit to him that she loved him and wanted to be with him.

He carefully watched her, silent and immobile upon the floor. The quietness of the room was thick and heavy, the tension was a concrete block.

Her stomach grumbled. Below her, she felt him shaking with laughter. Kagome blushed and released a nervous snicker.

She cleared her throat before speaking. "Do you think we could eat something?"

Sesshoumaru's reply was to carefully help her up and to escort her to the table where he filled her plate and set it before her. He piled a plate up high for himself and they ate in companionable silence. When dinner was over, he helped her clear the table. Afterwards, she walked him to the door when he grabbed his jacket and briefcase.

He stood there at the threshold for several moments observing her before gently taking her by the chin and tilting her face up for a brief and soft kiss. He turned away, murmuring curtly over his shoulder, "Don't think this is over, yet, my sweet. The battle is raging."

Kagome watched him lithely trot down the stairs with the precision and elegance that was so much a part of him, like breathing. She locked the door and hurried to the window, watching him slide into his white Aston Martin and pull off.

All the while she had to face the truth. That she would always love him. Even if it was never that easy with an enigmatic man like him.

He would be ready to strike again so in the meantime it was best for her to get some sleep.

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