InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Pulse ( Chapter 28 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness. Lemon Warning!! First, let me say thank you to everyone that reviewed, letting me know what they thought of the last chapter. Thanks guys for not ditching me, because I know I kept you all waiting a long time. Okay, moving on… Oh, I found out earlier today that I aced both of my finals and I'm currently holding tight to my 3.95 GPA (yay!!), but I will be back in school come October, so enjoy me while you have me because it's only going to get tougher from here. Okay, enough of that, I want to thank my wonderful betas, Neko and Akiko, for a job well done and for always having my back!!

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anyone with the exception of Nya, Dr. Aikio, Nola and Malcolm.

Chapter 28

Pulse

“Sis, are you sure you're okay?”

“Souta, I'm fine. Besides, I have this cute little puppy here to protect me now.”

“Yeah, I know, you've told me that like a hundred times already, but are you sure you're okay?” he asked again for good measure.

Souta had promised himself that he would not mention anything to his mom or his sister about his altercation with Kouga a few weeks ago. So, ever since then, he'd made sure to call Kagome more often, just to be sure that the asshole wolf demon hadn't located her and that she had no thoughts of going back to him.

“You know, if you keep calling me like this, I might start to think that you miss me and you want me to come home,” Kagome joked.

The young man had to admit that as of late his sister had been sounding more like herself and for that he was grateful. She hadn't told him that she was dating someone new, so he figured whatever or whoever it was that had lifted her spirits; he owed them or it a big debt of gratitude.

Glancing over at his girlfriend who was stretched out on the other side of her bed, he grinned knowing that she was merely pretending to study and was more than likely doing her damndest to listen to his conversation.

“Naw, it's not like that. I just wanted to make sure I didn't need to come up there and kick some ass," he quipped into the phone.

He could almost hear his sister smile as she replied, “It's so nice to know that I have a big strong little brother to protect me.”

Chuckling, Souta reached over and ran his hand lightly over Nola's hip while cradling his cell phone between his ear and shoulder. “Anyway, I'm supposed to be studying right now, so-”

“Is your girlfriend there?” Kagome questioned, cutting him off.

“Yeah, why?”

“And you're at her house?”

“Yeah…why?”

“Are her parent's home, Souta?”

“No, why?”

“I'm going to tell mom!” Kagome declared in a melodious tone.

Realizing what his sister was getting at, Souta was thankful that she couldn't see the bright blush that immediately spread over his face. “I… We… Shut up!!”

Giggling, Kagome teased, “I'm so telling on you! I know what you guys are doing!”

“Shut…up! And we're…we're… You're sick!” he huffed as he quickly turned his head away from Nola, who was now staring at him with a look of confusion on her beautiful face. “I hate you! You make me sick!” Souta shouted into the phone while trying to hold in his own laughter.

“Whatever, but as soon as I hang up with you, I'm going to call mom and tell-”

Cutting her off again, the blustering young man, hissed embarrassedly, “You… I… Shut… Bye! See if I call and check up on you ever again!”

Feeling totally embarrassed and humiliated, Souta could only sigh as he heard his sister whisper a soft, teasing, “Bye-bye,” followed up by “Don't do anything I wouldn't do,” moments before the phone line went dead.

Rolling over so that she was lying on her side, her head balanced on her elbow, Nola questioned softly as she shifted one of her legs so that it was entangled with his, “What was that about?”

A radiant red blush staining his cheeks, Souta glanced quickly at her then away as he responded, “Just a stupid big sister being a baka.”

Pushing away her math homework, she pushed herself up so that she was sitting back on her shins as she purred, “It had to be bad to have you blushing like that.”

Turning back towards her, Souta stared her up and down slowly while taking in the simple, tight fitting Sailor Moon tank top she wore with the matching bikini panties that hugged everything quite well and left almost nothing to the imagination.

Pushing his history book-which was spread on his lap-onto the floor, he thought, Stupid Kagome thinks she knows every damn thing, as he reached over and gently grabbed a handful of the neko youkai's fiery red hair and pulled her towards him.

Biting down on his lower lip, he couldn't stop the slow burn that started in his groin and spread rapidly out over his entire body, causing his fingers and toes to tingle.

She was beautiful, wasn't she? With hose shimmering green eyes that seemed to see into his very soul, and that odd yet beautiful symbol of a solitary black diamond on her forehead. She was the type of woman, or rather girl, which he'd seen in magazines when he was just reaching puberty and she was his-all his-and she made sure he knew it, didn't she? She made sure that he never forgot that they were meant to be together.

“What are…you…doing?” she asked lightly as if she hadn't a clue as to what was going to come next.

Sliding his hand up so that it was buried in the roots of her red locks, he whispered, “Anatomy,” while pulling her closer, his nose brushing tenderly down the side of her cheek to her neck where he inhaled seconds before he flicked out his tongue and tasted her saccharine flesh.

“Oh,” she murmured as she scooted over a few inches and shifted so that she was straddling his lap. Leaning into him, she allowed her head to fall back. “But my math homework… I…” A throaty purr escaped her as her arms came up and encircled his neck, bringing his head closer. “I have to finish, Koibito.”

“Anatomy first,” he whispered as his hands found their way around her sides and up under her shirt. Meanwhile, his lips hungrily found hers and began to devour them as if it were the last meal of a dying man.

Nola pulled away breathlessly. “What's gotten into you? Normally, I'm the one initiating this.”

Souta smirked as he quickly pulled her shirt up over her head and made quick work of switching their positions so that he was lying on top of her. Running his tongue over the darker area surrounding her nipple, he acknowledged hoarsely, “Areola.”

Nola inhaled deeply and arched up towards him as he repeated the process on her other breast. His mouth was wet…hot…inviting and she could do very little to stop the shudder that made its way quickly down her body, causing her to tremble beneath him.

Souta sucked her nipple into his mouth and then gently bit down on it, causing her to moan loudly as she brought her clawed hands up so that they were scratching lightly up and down his back. “Lactiferous Duct,” he whispered, seconds before performing the same task on the right nipple.

Nola's hips gyrated up against his hardened manhood as she reached down between them, seeking out the part of his body that she wanted buried deep within her, but he stopped her by grabbing her hand and pinning it with the other one over her head.

“Uh-uh, I have a test in Anatomy tomorrow, and I know you want me to pass,” he teased softly, as he gazed up at her with just a hint of mischief in his eyes. Returning to his task, he held her in place as he licked his way down the center of her chest. “Body of Sternum,” he mumbled seductively.

Using his free hand, Souta pushed her legs further apart so that she would know to bend them at the angle he preferred, which she did happily. Nibbling lightly on her hip as she moaned and rose up against his mouth, the young man whispered, “Lliac Crest.”

“Koibito, p…please,” Nola begged as she tried to get him to release her hands. Normally, she knew it would have been easy for her to get out of his grasp, but whenever they were like this, whenever she succumbed to his desires, she was left feeling weak and helpless.

“Now comes the fun part,” he whispered as he gently kissed his way down over her pelvic bone. Running his nose over the bare skin of what he called the devil's nest since it drove him to do things he wouldn't normally do, Souta let her hands go as he slowly licked over the lightly prickled skin, where she'd shaved it bare.

Holding the outer lips open with his forefingers, he licked them lightly and observed, “Labia Majora.” Sliding two of his fingers up and down her heated slit, he leaned in and tasted her inner lips moments before he whispered to himself more than to her, “Labia Minora.”

Pulling back, the young man glanced up at his girlfriend and smiled as he watched bite her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come. Reaching up with one hand, he ran his fingers lightly along the line of her chin, while he gently applied pressure to her maidenhood and created a slow circular motion that he knew drove her crazy.

“Crus of Clitoris,” he whispered huskily as those same fingers that had been plucking gently at her clit made their way down to her heated core and entered it easily.

Nola gasped and rose up against his hand as he worked his fingers in and out of her in a slow, taunting rhythm.

He loved to watch her as she reveled in his ministrations. The glow that rose up off of her skin, the heat of her body against his… He could never see himself doing something this intimate with anyone but her. And he'd tried, he really had, but ever since their first time it had been only her.

Shaking off his thoughts, Souta watched with hazed eyes as she rocked against his hand again and again, his rhythm driving her…urging her on faster…further…closer to the brink, to the end she craved.

No, not without me, he thought, stopping his ministrations without warning, a smile on his face as he watched her emerald green eyes stare up at him in confusion.

Pushing back off the bed, he quickly pulled his shirt up over his head and stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs while making sure to pull the condom he'd brought with him from his pocket. Ripping it open, he slowly slipped it on and turned towards her as if he was waiting for her approval.

Nola turned so that she was lying across the short end of the bed in front of him. Her legs opened, knees raised, inviting him to come play. She wasn't sure when he'd removed her panties or if she herself had done it, but at this moment, she had to admit, she couldn't have cared less.

Crawling back onto the bed, Souta balanced himself so that he was standing on his knees, his hands running up and down the outside of her thighs. “Vastus Lateralis Muscle,” he whispered breathlessly as the head of his penis found her opening and slid in with little resistance due to the slick wetness that coated her.

“I love studying with you,” he whispered hoarsely as she rose up against him beckoning him to move, to do something to quell the ache that was steadily building in her abdomen.

His lips found hers as his hips began to thrust slowly in and out of her, following the rapid, almost erratic, beat of his heart.

She met each of his strokes with an eagerness and desire that would go unmatched by anyone.

Their worlds united in that moment; it was just of the two of them. There were no schools, there were no college exams; there were no nosey siblings, no disappointed mothers, and no disapproving fathers. It was only the two of them in their world of beauty and ecstasy, the one that they had created.

His thrusts grew faster and harder as he neared his end. He could feel the muscles of her inner walls quivering around his member. They were calling him home as they sucked against him possessively, causing him to shudder as the need… the desire to spill his seed into her became more than he could bear.

One

“I…”

Two

“Love…”

Three

“You!!” he hissed through clenched teeth as every shred of resolve he had came undone. His toes curled, his fists gripped the sheets around her head, and every muscle in his body spasmed uncontrollably as his hips pumped feverously into her, spilling everything he was…everything that she wanted from him.

He could feel her holding onto him as she rode out the last of her orgasm and he tried to hold on, he tried to help her along, but he could do little with the exception of collapsing on top of her.

Shit, he hissed silently as his right leg started to jerk uncontrollably.

Trying to catch her breath, Nola slowly ran her fingers through the sweat that trickled down the middle of his back as she kissed the side of his head.

“Koibito?”

“Hum,” he managed sluggishly.

“You forgot a body part.”

Pushing up so that he was balanced on his elbows, he stared down at her, one eyebrow raised higher than the other.

Clenching her vaginal walls around his quickly deflating member a few times, she shot him a knowing glance.

“Shit,” he hissed as he lightly slapped his hand against his forehead. “Vagina! Now we gotta do it all over again,” he finished with a tell tale smirk on his face and glint of mischief in his eyes.

Simonkal of Inuy

Sliding her cell phone onto the night stand beside her bed, Kagome smiled thoughtfully because she still found it hard to believe that her little brother had grown up as much as he had.

He actually has a girlfriend. I never thought I'd see the day, she thought as she rolled onto her side and stared out her window at the full moon that seemed to be spying on her at this very moment.

Is he really having sex? Mom said that she thought he was because she had found an unused condom in his pants pocket once, but even if he is, there's nothing wrong with that. He's old enough and, as long as he's smart enough to use protection, then I guess I'm fine with it.

Deciding that she really didn't need to be thinking about her younger brother's sex life, she sighed lightly as she reached over and picked up her cell phone. Flipping it open, she started to dial a number she knew by heart, but quickly stopped herself.

No, I'm not going to call him. Besides, he seemed really exhausted when I talked to him earlier, she told herself, speaking of the hanyou who just had not been acting the same ever since the blind date was brought up a few days ago.

He's been so distracted lately. Not to mention, he hasn't really been over at all this week for more than a few minutes. She sighed lightly as her thought continued, I asked him if he was okay with it and he said yes, but would he really have told me if he wasn't?

Turning over onto her back, Kagome positioned her hands so that they were beneath her head as she stared up at the ceiling.

No, he wouldn't tell me. He would think he had no right to tell me anything about who I date and honestly…he doesn't because we're just friends. But if he did say that he didn't want me to go… If he told me that he didn't think it was a good idea, would I even listen, would I…

Frowning up at the ceiling, she knew the answer to that. She knew that if he was honest enough to tell her that he didn't want her to go out with this Hojo guy, she knew that more than likely she probably wouldn't go. Of course, she wouldn't let him know that he was the reason for her change of heart, but the end result would still be the same.

But he'll never tell me that because…because we're just friends and friends don't interfere with another friend's happiness, do they? Well, at least good friends don't.

Reaching for her glass of wine that she'd brought to bed with her, Kagome took a quick sip and set it back down.

Initially, she had hoped that this friendship would lead to a less confusing life, but all it seemed to be doing was confusing her even more. At times she knew she wasn't ready for any kind of relationship, but at other times, when it was him-Inuyasha-whom she was imagining being with, she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything before in her life.

However, as soon as those feelings or rather thoughts came, she fought fitfully to do away with them, because she knew…she just knew that it could never be.

A relationship between them-a relationship between her and anyone for that matter-would be one massive uphill battle from conception. Honestly, she knew she didn't have the mental fortitude, the energy, or the time to devote to it.

It wasn't that she had low self-esteem, no. She truly thought very highly of herself, but…but, she didn't trust men. They-all of them-the majority anyway was liars and cheaters, who spewed drivel just for the sake of hearing themselves speak.

But Inuyasha, he's not like that. He… As far as I know, he has never lied to me and he doesn't…he doesn't tell me what he thinks I want to hear. I don't know what he currently does for sex, but if him and me… If we were in a relationship, I'm almost certain that he wouldn't cheat on me… He wouldn't, would he? Or am I just going through a bout of wishful thinking?

She wasn't sure how she knew that there was a very good chance that that was an unspoken truth, but she knew.

Perhaps it was hidden in the things that he said to her. Maybe it was in the way that he spoke to her at certain times. Maybe it was because-even though they were just friends-whenever they went anywhere, she always held his undivided attention; he never-not that she saw-gawked at another woman in her presence. Perhaps it was the pain that she could see hidden behind his gaze that told her that some foolish woman had hurt him in the same manner that she had been hurt. Maybe it was all of those things, but, regardless, she knew without wanting to know that he was different from all the rest.

Rolling over on to her side so that she was staring out her bedroom door, she mumbled, “If only I had met him before Kouga. Maybe then…maybe then we could've been more than friends.”

She was fine admitting something that forbidden in the comfort of her own home with no one around, but she knew if she admitted that to anyone, to him, or to Sango, it could be disastrous.

Staring at the clock on her nightstand that read 11:30 p.m., she closed her eyes and tried to will her mind to stop thinking. Unfortunately, that was about as tough as trying to move Mt. Fuji; it just wasn't happening.

The sound of her cell phone ringing cut through the silence of the night.

Grabbing it, she flipped it open without looking at the caller id since she knew there was only one person that tended to call her this late at night. Actually, she paused and corrected her line of thought, This would be considered early for him.

“Konnichwa,” she greeted softly into the phone.

There was nothing but silence, though she could hear some muffled sounds in the background.

“Uhm, hello, is someone there?” she tried again.

She could hear breathing, but nothing else with the exception of the background noise which sounded like a television or a bar possibly.

“Going once, going twice, gone,” she stated quickly into the phone seconds before she clicked the off button and set it back on the nightstand.

That was a little weird, she thought as she rolled over and tried to force herself to go to sleep, but that plan was cut off abruptly when her cell phone sang to life again.

Snatching it off the nightstand once more, she snapped, “Look, I have better things to do then to listen to you breathe. If you can't open your mouth, lose my number! Matter of fact, how in hell did you get my number anyway? I seriously don't remember giving it to any cowardly ass losers!”

The line went dead in her ear, but instead of setting the phone back down, she quickly checked the call list. Paging down the screen, she thought, Private number? I should have known.

Refusing to put anymore thought than absolutely necessary into the anonymous caller, Kagome quickly downed the remainder of her wine and snuggled a little deeper into her covers. There was definitely something about the caller that didn't sit right with her, but fortunately, it was a little too late at night to waste time thinking about it.

Asshole, she thought as she drifted off into a fitful sleep and dreams filled with men with long white hair, golden eyes, and honey tanned skin.

Simonkal of Inuy

Slamming the cell phone down on the bar, Ginta quickly downed the shot of vodka that he'd ordered moments before he'd first dialed Kagome's number.

It hadn't been his intention to stoop to such tactics as talking to her over the phone, but he'd been in Tokyo for 4 days now, and, in that time, there hadn't been a moment where he was able to catch her alone long enough to speak with her.

The way he wanted to do it was to plan an accidental run in with her, but every time that she was out and about, she was always with the black haired woman that he realized quickly enough was her paralegal. And if she wasn't with her, she was with an Inu hanyou whose name he didn't know, but they were together so often that he figured he was probably the man in her life at the moment. That was fine with him because that meant that Kouga really had a much smaller chance of sucking Kagome back into his world of deceit and lies.

On a few of those occasions, Ginta had thought that the hanyou had seen him or sensed that they were being followed because of the way that he'd stop in the middle of the sidewalk and look behind him as if he was looking for someone.

The hanyou would also do things like let her walk into whatever establishment they were going to first and he'd stand outside the door, looking up and down the street as if he was trying to locate something or as if he was waiting for someone, only to turn a few minutes later and enter behind her.

What was really weird was that the night that he'd gotten in to Tokyo, after he picked up his rental car and checked into a hotel in the area where she lived, he'd gone looking for her address only to see the same silver haired hanyou climbing into an older antique looking car that was parked outside her building.

He knew that the hanyou hadn't seen him at that time, but Ginta had to admit that he could immediately sense an air of power radiating off the half demon. It was an intimidating thing in itself because most half-demons weren't nearly as strong as a full demon and that one… the half demon, seemed to surpass most of the full demons that he knew first hand.

That's good though because if he is her new man then he can protect her, he thought as he lifted his glass so that the bartender would know to bring him another shot.

Still, he needed to speak with her directly. He needed to warn her of the potential storm that had Kouga's name written all over it.

Sure, he had her home address and he knew where she worked, but he could by no means just pop up at either of those locations; how in the hell would he explain that to her? And the phone… The reason why, in the end, he'd only hung up; he'd have to explain to her how he found her cell number when everyone involved knew that her old number was changed a long time ago.

No, he definitely needed to catch her while she was out shopping or something and that…that would be more believable wouldn't it? He would then be able to slowly explain that their meeting wasn't an accident. He would be able to educate her about all of the things that have been taking place after her and Kouga's break up, and he'd be able to apologize to her for helping Kouga deceive her.

Taking the shot glass from the bartender, Ginta downed it in one gulp as he allowed his head to fall forward onto his raised hand.

He hadn't thought that it would be this hard getting to her. He had wanted to be back in Kyoto by now, but…but damn it.

Tomorrow's Friday; I have to talk to her then. That way, I can get back home with time to spare. Tomorrow…I…I have to talk to her, he thought as he lifted his glass and ordered another shot.

“Do you think you've had enough?” the bartender questioned as he hesitantly poured the demon another glass.

Growling at him, Ginta hissed, “If you're too fucking lazy to keep refilling my glass, just leave the fucking bottle, but don't ever fucking pretend that you can tell me when enough is e-fucking-nough!”

The bartender quickly set the bottle down on the counter and backed away, his hands up in mock surrender. “Whatever you say, boss,” he mumbled as he made his way to the other end of the bar and turned his attention towards another patron.

Simonkal of Inuy

Standing under the streetlight across the street from the dive bar that the wolf demon had entered an hour or so ago, Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest and decided that he'd wait. After all, if this guy was following Kagome, then he at least owed it to her to find out why, right?

Initially, when he sensed an aura trailing steadily behind them on their way to lunch a few days ago, he'd thought nothing of it because Tokyo was full of demons and half demons. But when they left the restaurant, the exact same aura was trailing them again.

Still, he tried not to put too much stock into that because it was lunch time, and, in a city the size of Tokyo, a lot of people worked in the same buildings and ate lunch at the same places.

It wasn't until later on the next day, when he'd stopped by her place to drop off some food for her mutt, that he realized that it wasn't a coincidence; there was actually somebody following her or rather stalking her.

At first, he was just going to leave the food with the doorman to take up to her, but as soon as he stepped out of his car, he felt the same aura emanating from somewhere across the street from her building.

He didn't feel any malicious intent coming from the demon, but that didn't mean that whoever it was didn't mean her any harm. After all, if he had good intentions or she knew him, he would've gone up and spoke to her, right?

It wasn't until he'd left her condo that night that he'd decided that, if this guy was stupid enough to think that he hadn't been found out then he, himself, would follow him.

So, the morning after Inuyasha had noticed the demon outside of her building, he began tailing him. It seemed like the wolf demon only followed her throughout the day to work and back home, as if he was looking for an opening to step in and say or do something.

Every time any such chance presented itself, Inuyasha made sure to intercept Kagome by pretending as if he just happened to be in the area, or he'd call her and tell her that he was on the way to her house, knowing that she'd leave and go there. At certain times, he simply asked her where she was and told her that he'd be there in a few minutes.

He knew that most people would think that he was crossing the line of friendship, but she was human. She couldn't sense the kind of dangers that he could, therefore it was up to him to protect her, right?

That's all there was to it. She needed to be protected and he was more than willing to do it. Besides, it did kind of give him a much needed break from thinking about that damn date that she'd be going on shortly with that idiot, Dr. Hobo.

Smoothing his hand down his strong jaw, the hanyou thought, I should just go in there and ask him what the fuck he's doing! I've been basically following him for three days now and still I haven't gotten any fucking answers.

Before, he could talk himself out of it, Takahashi stomped across the street and into the seedy bar.

Covering his nose as if it would hold off the stench of sweat, piss and smoke that assailed him, Inuyasha quickly took notice of his prey. He was sitting at the end of the bar, a bottle of cheap vodka sitting in front of him, his head resting on his raised hand, and his shoulders slumped forward, as if he had the world itself lying upon them.

Now or never, he thought, his face set in a deep no nonsense scowl. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Inuyasha squared his shoulders and marched over to the wolf demon, his eyes trained on the back of the demon's head.

Watching the youkai squirm and glance around him as if he felt someone approaching him, the hanyou scowled, knowing that, even if the youkai decided to run, it was too late. He was already on him.

Ginta turned slowly and stared up at the half demon that he'd seen with Kagome, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't show any emotion that would've let the half demon know that he recognized him. He did nothing out of the ordinary with the exception of reaching for the bottle of vodka and turning it up to his lips.

Sliding into the stool next to the full demon who was currently chugging the bottle of vodka as if it were water, Inuyasha demanded quietly without looking at him, “Who are you and what the fuck do you want with Kagome?”

Until Next Time…(Your .02 cents are greatly appreciated.)

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