InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Structured Confusion ( Chapter 30 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness!! I would like to thank all you for your wonderful outpour of sympathy and support. Though, I have to admit that that was not my intention when I posted the excerpt. A few of you sent me private emails, which I have read. I haven't responded to them because I don't really know what to say at this point. However, trust me; you will get a reply from me; even if it takes a year (lol). Seriously, thanks for your prayers and your well wishes, they really helped me a lot.

Anyway, I'm posting this chapter now because I'm going to be leaving for my Grandmother's funeral tomorrow and more than likely I'm going to M.I.A. for a while afterwards. Maybe a week, maybe two weeks, maybe a little more, but don't fret I have already written the next four or five chapters. I also want to say a very special thanks to my right hand woman, and my strength, Mama Neko. When I was at me weakest and simply wanted to curl up and die… When the darkness was trying to consume me, and my anger and rage wanted to remake me, you were there; thank you and know that you are adored.

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anyone with the exception of Nya, Nola, Malcolm, and Dr. Aikio. All others belong to the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi.

Chapter 30

Structured Confusion

Darkness consumed and engulfed him like the cocoon of a caterpillar. He knew his eyes were open, but all he saw and felt was darkness surrounding him. It was so thick, so heavy that it weighed him down, almost smothering him… stifling him so that he could barely breathe.

An ache unlike anything that he'd felt before gripped him, starting in his heart and spreading outward. It was devastating, soul shattering, and mind altering.

He tried to think, to speak, to yell into the darkness, but no sound came out. The silence around him was a deafening thing in itself.

This place, it didn't make sense.

The darkness… The pain… The silence…

A severe ache bore down on him like a large boulder lying across his chest…his back…his shoulders, forcing him further into the unforgivable darkness that surrounded him.

Why? ­he heard himself think, but he didn't understand why he would've even thought such a thing.

“Why?” he heard someone else repeat as if mimicking his thoughts.

His forehead was pressing into his knees, which were pulled up. Hugging them tighter to him as if he were a child, he tried to think…to understand, but that pain… That all too unfamiliar and unwarranted pain bore down on him once more, and the hanyou whimpered achingly as he dug his claws into his calves in an attempt to quell it.

I don't… I don't… I don't understand, he stuttered silently as he reached up and wiped away a tear that he wasn't even aware he was shedding.

The room twisted, curled around itself, and brightened slowly from black to gray. His body could move, but the pain…that ache, it was still there taunting and tormenting him.

Standing to his feet, Inuyasha took a step forward, or was it to the side?

He wasn't sure.

He didn't care.

This pain that he was feeling; it couldn't be his own. It couldn't have been his burden to bear, because he'd never in his life felt anything quite like this.

He hadn't felt this when he was taunted in school. He hadn't felt anything like this when he was shunned by his school mates and people that he thought were his friends. When his new wife, Kikyo, broke his heart-that pain, it didn't compare to this. He'd felt pain when his parents died, but this-this beast that was ripping him apart from the inside out-it was a beast of a different breed.

A sound floated to him as if it were merely an echo of a past memory. It was a voice-not a voice- a sound, a moan, a…a whimper and it drove him to his knees as the pain, which he was already feeling escalated tenfold, causing him to double over and clutch his stomach…his head…his chest.

“What's going on?” he questioned weakly as he closed his eyes and tried to force the pain to subside.

“Why?” he heard that voice whisper again, but this time he recognized it, and his head snapped up.

“Kagome”

She was close, real close…he knew that because all of a sudden her scent, laden with the salt of tears, rattled violently through him as he forced himself to his feet.

“Ka…Kagome?”

He stepped forward, slowly at first.

“Ka…Kagome,” he repeated again weakly, hoping that by chance she would hear him.

There was no reply.

He heard her whimper brokenheartedly as a sob unlike anything he'd heard in all his life escaped her, and his feet-as if they had a mind of their own-started moving faster and faster towards that sound, that sob.

“Ka…Kagome, I'm…” He swallowed, suffered through the rising burn in his chest as tears he couldn't explain spilled down his cheeks. “I'm coming. Ka…Kagome, I'm coming,” he whispered hoarsely.

He didn't know how long he had run or how far, but suddenly there she was…a few feet in front of him.

She was sitting on the ground, her legs bent behind her, her head down and her shoulders slumped forward. Her jet black hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, shielding her face from his view, but he knew it was her.

He knew the instant another moan escaped her… He knew the moment that her shoulders shook violently… He knew that this pain that he couldn't explain, this need he felt to cry-to weep-this was her doing. This was what she was feeling at this very moment.

What didn't make sense to him was why he could feel it so vividly. Shaking that thought off, he whispered, “Ka…Kagome,” as he stepped closer to her downtrodden form.

She didn't move, nor did she acknowledge his presence even a little.

He took another small step forward, but halted as she threw her head back and screamed into the bleak night sky. It was the cry of a dying soul, a mother who had lost her only child, a woman…a woman whose heart had been savagely ripped from her chest.

“Kagome…don't…don't do that. Don't cry for him, he doesn't deserve it.” He didn't know how he knew that she was crying over that bastard that Ginta had told him about, but somewhere, deep down, he knew that that was the irrefutable truth.

Staring down at her, his heart breaking with every sob that escaped her, Inuyasha sighed lightly and avowed, “I'm here. I won't…I won't let them hurt you anymore,” as he reached out his hand to touch her.

As his hand passed through her solid form, the hanyou thought desperately as he stared down at his weeping friend,She can't hear me. She…she doesn't know that I'm here.

Knowing that there was nothing that he could physically do for her in her time of grief and need, Inuyasha groaned dejectedly as his shoulders slumped forward and his head lowered.

He wanted to help her so badly that it was literally destroying him from the inside out. But in this place, this weird world that he didn't recognize, he knew that there wasn't a damn thing that he could do, because she couldn't hear him and he…he couldn't touch her.

Squatting down in front of her, he smiled ruefully as he stared at her. Even if she doesn't know that I'm here… Even if this is just some silly dream… Even though this pain that I'm feeling is not my own to bear, Kagome, I'll suffer through it for you…only for you, he thought as he sat down before her quivering body, his legs crossed Indian style, his back straight, his head down, and his arms crossed over his chest. For tonight and for as long as you need me, I'll bear this pain as if it were my own.

Simonkal of Inuy

Sunlight tugged at her eyelids, but she refused to give into it. The warmth that wrapped around her, the comfort that she felt at the moment was nice…almost too nice, but she didn't care to think about that as she snuggled a little closer into that warmth.

Just a little longer, Kagome thought serenely.

Something ran lightly over her back, causing her to whimper softly. Reaching down, she tugged at the blanket that was covering her lower back, but it moved just outside of her grasp.

She didn't think anything about that because her puppy had gotten into the habit of tugging her blanket onto the floor when he thought she was sleeping too long, he was hungry, or if he needed to go to the bathroom.

Why the hell did I buy one of those again, she questioned herself as she brought her hand up so that it was covering her eyes.

She heard a soft growl came from somewhere near her head, but her mind was too lethargic at the moment to attempt to figure it out. So instead, she mumbled to the little hellion of a puppy, “Inuyasha, I'll take you out in a minute, okay? Now be a good boy, and let mommy sleep a little longer.”

She hadn't actually chosen a name for the dog just yet because all the ones that she wanted to call him didn't seem to fit his playful personality. So, she'd call him Inuyasha from time to time, but only when the hanyou in question wasn't around.

“Where are you going to take me?”

Kagome's eyes snapped open at the sound of the baritone voice that came from somewhere below her. What the… Pushing herself up quickly, she stared around the room that was supposed to be her bedroom, but wasn't.

“What the hell am I doing here?” the hanyou questioned unsurely, not moving from where he was laying. Staring up at Kagome, he blinked a few times in an attempt to fight the fogginess that seemed to control every inch of his mind.

Glancing slowly down at him, the shocked woman squeaked loudly and jumped up and off of his chest, where she had been previously laying.

“Inuyasha, what… What the hell! Why… How did…” she blustered as she scrambled to the opposite end of the couch. “Did you break in?”

“Yeah, I broke in, dragged you out of your bed half naked, and made you sleep on the couch with me,” he snapped sarcastically as he rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands.

Running his hand down his face, Takahashi pushed himself up so that he was leaning on his elbow. He had to admit that he didn't mind waking up with her wrapped in his arms. Yet the moment he realized that this wasn't a dream and that he was actually in her home on her couch inhaling her scent, it unnerved the hell out of him because he couldn't remember for the life of him just how he got there.

As much as he didn't want to, he remembered his conversation with the prick, Ginta, and he remembered beating the living shit out of him too, but after that… Well, after that, everything else was kind of a blur, for lack of a better word.

Pushing himself up further, he questioned softly, his eyes heavy with concern, “Kagome, what happened last night? Why am I here? When did I… Why the hell am I here?”

The happenings of the night before flooded back to her as she stared from his worried golden gaze down to his bandaged hands.

That's right, he just showed up late last night. As soon as I opened the door, he hugged me. He…he wouldn't let me go. Even when I tried to leave to get something to clean the cuts on his hands, he was reluctant to let me go. He followed me… He followed me from room to room like…like, just like my puppy does.

Staring at him quizzical, she realized by the absolute look of confusion and dismay on his face that he honestly didn't remember a thing that happened the night before, at least not from the point that he arrived at her house.

I tried to ask him what happened to his hands, but he wouldn't answer me. He just stared at me with those… His eyes!!

Leaping forward to where Inuyasha was sitting with his head down, Kagome grabbed his face and turned it towards her.

“Damn, Wench, what the hell are you-“

“Your eyes… Last night, they were blood red!”

Pulling his chin out of her hold, Inuyasha grumbled, “Red? Maybe I was just tired or something.”

He wasn't trying to be mean or anything of the sort, but it seriously bothered the hell out of him that he couldn't remember what happened last night after he left the bar. And it wasn't just that. He vaguely remembered having a dream of some kind, but all he could recollect from it was a pain so vivid that he could still feel remnants of it deep down in the darkened crevices of his very soul.

“No, your eyes were red! Really, really red! Like tomato red, or crayon red, or blood red! Yeah, they were blood red with bright blue irises, baka!”

“Bullshit,” the hanyou snapped as he stood to his feet in order to stretch his legs. Stretching his arms over his head, he finished, “Were you high or something last night?”

Standing up as well, Kagome stomped over to him. “Bullshit yourself, dog-boy! I know what I saw, and your eyes were red! Red as the blood that was all over your hands!” she shouted vehemently while jabbing him in his chest with her finger.

Red? What the hell does she mean, red? he thought as he stared down at the her.

He knew from the way that she was acting that she truly believed that his eyes were blood red or whatever other red she used as an example, but he'd never heard of such a thing. Rolling his neck slowly from right to left and back again as he arched and elongated his back, Takahashi decided quite quickly that he'd just add that to the rest of the things that had happened over the past 24 hours that just made absolutely no fucking sense to him.

Lifting his bandaged hands up so that they were eye level, he stared at them as a voice he despised floated through his mind.

“When he had me set it up for his wife…his mate, whom he married while he and Kagome were together, to walk in on him and Kagome in bed…”

Blinking a few times in order to dismiss that voice, Inuyasha continued to stare down at his bandaged hands. “Did…did you do this? Did you bandage this for me?”

“Of course I did,” the young lady affirmed quickly as she took one of his hands in her own. Un-wrapping it slowly, she continued in a softer tone, “What happened last night, Inuyasha?” She didn't honestly believe that he would tell her, but she had to at least try.

Shrugging his shoulders as if it were the dumbest question he'd heard in his life, he replied, “Got in a fight.”

Rolling her eyes, even though she knew he couldn't see it, Kagome quipped as she gently tugged at the gauze, “I know that, but with who and over what?”

He knew he couldn't tell her anything that was said to him last night because it would only serve to further the damage that prick had done. But if he kept this from her… If he held tight to the things that he knew, wouldn't that make him no better than that bastard, Ginta?

Sure, the punk-bitch hadn't actually taken part in any of the things that were done to her, but he didn't necessarily do one goddamn thing to stop it either. So, being that Inuyasha now knew about it and didn't tell her, didn't that make him just as guilty, if not more so?

Still, he couldn't… He just couldn't make himself hurt her anymore than they already had. He supposed that, for now, the things that he learned would have to be his burden to bear, and his alone.

Staring down at her as she flipped his hands over repeatedly as if she was astounded that his cuts had already healed, he realized that even though she hadn't brushed her teeth, combed her hair, or even washed her face just yet, she was still quite beautiful; radiant, actually. It caused him to ponder why anyone would want to maliciously hurt her…crush her heart in such a way? It didn't make sense to him, but he supposed that it probably never would.

“Inuyasha, I asked you a question.”

Shaking off his thoughts, the hanyou responded acerbically, “Nobody important. Just some idiot I met at the bar. And, trust me, his ass deserved to be kicked.”

“And why were the two of you fighting?”

Snatching his hand back from her, Inuyasha changed the subject abruptly, knowing that if he continued to answer her questions, even partly, she'd continue to ask them until she found out everything-along with a whole lot of other things that she didn't need to know. “Did you know that you snore?”

“Don't try to change-” Kagome started to say, but stopped. “No I don't! You're that one that growls in his sleep!”

Forcing a smile, the hanyou sat back down on the couch and reached for his shoes. “Yeah, that might be true, but I'm also half Inu, and you're all human; what's your excuse for snoring?”

Snorting, Kagome stomped off towards that kitchen as she called over her shoulder, “The next time you're all bruised and bloody, why don't you just bypass my house!”

“In my defense, I still don't know how the hell I ended up here, so if it happens again, you can't blame me,” Inuyasha responded as he watched her take down two clean glasses from the cabinet and begin to fill them with some breakfast juice.

Staring at her, the hanyou couldn't stop the frown that formed on his face. How could anyone treat her like that? How could that son of a bitch smile with her one minute and pass her around to his friends the next? How could he just use her? How…how could anyone use her like that?

Turning away as she stepped back into the living room, Inuyasha stood back to his feet and took the glass that she offered. Not realizing that he was even thirsty, he gulped the liquid down in three swallows, and then questioned casually, “So, what did I tell you about naming your dog after me?” in an attempt to let her know that he was not about to let her forget that he heard her call that mutt by his name.

Kagome blushed and looked away abashedly. Tugging at the ends of her oversized t-shirt that fell to the middle of her thighs, she blustered, “I…I…”

Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha cut in, “I…I…shit! I told you don't name that mutt after me.”

“Well, every name I come up with either you don't like or it doesn't fit him.”

“Well, my name is my name, Wench, so think harder,” Inuyasha retorted with a smirk while flicking her playfully in the center of her forehead with his forefinger.

Kagome stepped back away from him, a thoughtful frown on her face. “Well, I did have this friend back in Kyoto. I'm sure he wouldn't mind me naming my puppy after him.”

Snorting, Inuyasha bent down and set the empty glass he was holding on the table but didn't respond.

“Ginta, come here boy!” Kagome sang, kneeling in the direction of where the puppy in question had been laying.

The dog sat up and stared at her as if she had just lost her mind.

“Come here, Ginta! Come to mommy!” she tried again, patting her thighs lightly.

The pup moved this time, running straight towards her and leaping into her lap.

Inuyasha stared down at the scene without seeing it. All he heard was the name, Ginta. Fuck no! Hell no! She ain't naming that fucking dog after that fucking coward!

That was easy enough for him to deduce, but exactly how in the hell was he going to explain to her why he was so against it without her asking more of her fucking questions?

“I think he likes it, Inuyasha.” Petting the chow pup, Kagome cooed, “I guess that's your name then, huh boy?”

“Hell no, it ain't his name,” the hanyou snapped. “Pick something else!”

Standing up, the pup in her arms, Kagome stared at him, her brow marred. “What's wrong with Ginta? I like it and he was a really good friend to me.”

Inuyasha growled low, wanting nothing more than to tell her how much of a prick that friend really was, but knowing he couldn't.

“That's stupid,” he snapped as he turned away from her and walked towards the window so that she wouldn't see the truth written on his face. “Call it…Call it… Fuck, just call it any fucking thing except that!”

Staring at his back, Kagome couldn't help but to feel like she was missing something. Sure, he'd hated all the other names she'd thought of, but this… His reaction to Ginta just wasn't the same. He acted as if he knew him and he'd wronged him in some kind of way, which wasn't possible, unless he knew another Ginta or something.

Setting the dog down, she stated softly, “Well, Inuyasha, he is my dog so I think I can name him whatever I want to.”

Ginta's words were playing in his head again when she cut in with her asinine excuse for why she wanted to name the dog after that piss-ant, and Inuyasha turned on her, lashing out, “Well if he's your fucking dog then why do you keep asking me what to fucking name him?”

Kagome stepped back, one eyebrow raised higher than the other. “I know it's early in the morning, but you are not going to yell at me like that,” she stated calmly-almost too calmly. “And why are you so against it anyway? Do you know someone named Ginta? Did he bully you as a child?” The last question was asked out of spite because she seriously doubted that anyone would've been able to bully Inuyasha, even as a child.

The hanyou did his damndest to school his features, but he knew he was failing miserably. Just the thought of having that constant reminder of her past around, he couldn't live with that, not that he had to. But, if they were friends, then he'd be around the damn dog, and eventually he'd have to call the damn dog by its name!

No, he just wasn't going to be calling that prick's name and he wasn't going to have her calling his name either. Fuck that!

Staring at her, a scowl on his face, the hanyou stated sternly, “Think of another name because Ginta is a name for a punk-bitch.”

Kagome scoffed derisively as she stared at him, her arms crossed beneath her full breast. “His name is Ginta and that's final.”

“No, it's not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, the fuck it ain't!”

“Yes, the fuck it is!” Kagome snapped, her neck rotating pointedly.

Inuyasha glared at her, his eyes narrowed dangerously. Stubborn bitch, he hissed silently. He knew there was no possible way that he could win this one, but he had to try.

Throwing his hands in the air as if he was giving up, Inuyasha blurted, “Fine! Fucking fine, Kagome! If you want to name the miserable mutt Inuyasha, then go ahead, but not fucking Ginta!”

Kagome stared back at him, a slow smile blossoming over her face. “I…I can name him after you?” she asked skeptically.

“Keh, whatever,” the hanyou griped bitterly, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest, his nose in the air.

Kagome squealed and charged towards him.

On reflex, and reflex alone, Inuyasha caught her as she slammed her body against his, throwing her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

Leaning back, she stared up at him and asked again, “Can I really name him after you? Really-really-really?”

As she laid her head on his shoulder, Inuyasha slowly brought his arms up to encircle her waist. “Uh, yeah, you can,” he mumbled, a little thrown off by her reaction.

Kagome squealed again and leaned back, quickly planting her lips on his. “You're awesome, Inuyasha! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she shouted happily as she slammed her lips against his again and again and again, resulting in a chain of brief wet kisses that the hanyou couldn't react to since he could barely process the idea that she'd actually just kissed him, and for something so stupid.

“Ka…gome?” the hanyou questioned in bewilderment, his lips still puckered in anticipation of another kiss.

Releasing him, Kagome did a little sashay dance over to where her dog was but froze mid step as if she had just realized what she had done. Puckering her lips, she kissed the air directly in front of her as if she was replaying what she'd just done.

No, I didn't…I didn't just… I kissed him! I kissed Takahashi! Turning to face the hanyou, her hand now covering her mouth, her eyes wide, she tried to say something but nothing came out.

Staring at the look of shock on his face, she didn't know what to think or to say, but the moment she saw that trademark smirk of his slide slowly on to his face, she knew she'd just given him every bit of ammunition he needed to taunt her.

“So,” Inuyasha drawled. “If that gets me five kisses, what does-“

“Don't you dare finish that sentence!” she shouted. Her face beet red, her fists clenched at her sides, she finished, “That was an accident! I didn't mean to do that! It just, it just-“

Grinning devilishly, the hanyou cut in teasingly, “You can't take it back now because I got you all over my face, Wench! I can taste you on my lips! It happened and you initiated it!”

“Inuyasha, I didn't… It was just that I was so happy,” Kagome tried to explain, but she could tell from the look on his face that he wasn't willing to see her point of view. Besides, he was right. Regardless of how it happened, she'd kissed him and he'd let her.

Kagome looked up, a slow smile spreading across her face. “So what, I kissed you because I was happy, but you…you let me kiss you, Inuyasha, and you were upset! What does that mean?”

Chuckling huskily, the hanyou ignored her statement all together as he stepped slowly towards her.

His head down, back straight, bangs covering his eyes, Kagome stared at him wide eyed as he proceeded towards her, forcing her to step back. “What…what are you doing?”

“I'm happy. Doesn't that mean that I get to kiss you now?”

Stepping back again, Kagome bumped into the couch and fell backwards onto it. “No, no it doesn't!” He was so close, so quick, she didn't know what to do or how to react. “Inuyasha, what… Stop playing!” He leaned down, his bangs still covering his eyes, but he didn't respond; it was almost as if he didn't hear her.

He was a breath away, one hand resting on the arm of the sofa, the other on the back of the chair above and to the side of her head. Kagome sunk deeper into the couch, unable to tear her eyes away from his face, his lips… his neck.

“Inu…Inuyasha?”

Her scent in that instant switched and twisted, becoming something else altogether. At first he was only toying with her, planning on playing with her a little before he left to get ready for work, but her scent…it wafted over him, clogged his mind, his head and whispered sweet nothings in his ears.

He knew the kisses that she'd laid upon him were totally innocent, but he couldn't promise her that his would be, and, for that reason, as his head dipped closer to hers, as he felt her hands that were pushing against his chest give in and instead pull him closer, he opened his eyes, smiled down at her and kissed her in the center of her forehead.

Pulling back, he grabbed her by the arm with his right hand and pulled her to her feet as he declared softly, “Now we're even, Wench.”

Kagome stared at him, baffled. She didn't know at which point she's decided that she'd wanted him to kiss her, but she had to admit that it was kind of a letdown that he didn't carry through.

“I gotta go get ready for work. But if you want, we can do something later,” Inuyasha offered releasing her and stepping back.

“Umm…okay,” the bewildered young woman replied. “If we do something it has to be lunch because I have that date tonight, remember?”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. That fucking date… Starting towards the door, the hanyou quipped irritably, “Feh, whatever, but I can't do lunch today.”

“Well, my date isn't until 8 tonight, so if you want…you could come over and we could…we could have dinner or something. I'll even cook.”

Inuyasha turned, a confused look on his face. Was she actually asking him to come over and have dinner with her before she went out with that Hoko-guy?

“Nah, don't worry about it. Go out and have a good time. I'll probably just go check on Rin or something tonight.”

She didn't know why it was that she wanted to see him, but she did. She really, really wanted to see him tonight. It was quite crazy actually. He hadn't even left her yet and just the mere thought of not seeing him for the rest of the day was making her miss him already.

“See, I always get nervous before these dates,” she lied. “So, if you were here, then you could talk me through it. And, they never last longer than maybe thirty minutes, so if you came over before it, we could have dinner and then when I get back we could watch a movie or something, maybe,” she finished skeptically.

Inuyasha actually smiled at that. She seriously wanted to see him that evening, and knowing that she had the date, she was doing her damndest to try to fit him in. Walking back towards her, the hanyou placed his hand on the side of her face as he ran his thumb softly over her cheekbone.

Staring her directly in the eyes, he questioned softly, “You want to cancel your date?”

Her head tilted into his touch of its own accord as she answered with a question of her own, “Do you want me…to cancel it?”

There was something in the way that she gazed back him. It could've been the flicker of her eyelids or the way she licked her lips before she whispered that question to him. It could've been the way she stared back at him, pleading with him to say something or do something to intervene. He didn't know what it was, but as he leaned down, the hand that had been resting gently on her cheek now guiding her head towards him, he couldn't stop himself…didn't want to stop himself.

Kagome didn't know why she'd asked what she did, but the response that she was getting…she hadn't expected it either. His nose rubbed lightly against hers as her eyes fluttered close. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her chin as his lips closed over hers gently once, twice, three times, but he never truly pulled away.

Her arms moved of their own accord to encircle his neck as she stepped up closer to him so that their bodies were pressed together. She felt his hand leave her head to roam down her back, and she shivered as she tried to step a little closer, knowing there was nowhere else for her to go.

His lips closed on hers again, and the power, the passion, the desire that was behind that kiss-their first kiss-was enough to make her knees weak.

They devoured each other's lips as if it was the first and the last things that either of them had ever tasted. Their tongues danced skillfully within each other's mouths, each one goading the other closer to the edge that neither of them would be able to turn back from.

Kagome moaned as he picked her up with such gentleness and strength that she almost didn't notice it.

The hanyou was lost in the feeling, the taste and the scent of her. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't stop himself. She tasted so damn good. The feel of her in his arms-it was like she belonged there-forever there.

His hand traveled back up into the roots of her hair and tugged gently, forcing her head back as he held her to him with one hand, her legs now wrapped around his waist. Placing her up against the wall so that she was literally stuck between a wall and a horny hanyou, he left her mouth and made a slow, wet trail down and across her neck.

He raked his fangs over her soft flesh and reveled in the low moan the escaped her lips as she ground her hips against him.

“Inu…yasha,” Kagome whispered. She couldn't think past the feel of his hands, his teeth, his tongue. His tongue made her forget that this was probably a really bad idea. His hands brushed away all thoughts of broken hearts and shattered dreams. The sensual feel of his skin…the heat from his body…

Arching towards him as she pulled him closer, Kagome whispered breathlessly, “Inu…”

He growled low as one of his hands moved down over her thighs to travel up beneath her shirt. The feel of her skin seared his fingers, his palms, and called his name, begging him to taste every single nerve of her body.

Inuyasha flicked out his tongue and tasted the side of her neck passionately, moments before he moved back to her mouth and began to devour her lips once more.

The sound of a soft tune cut through the haze of their passion, and the hanyou growled and tried to ignore it, but it kept playing over and over and over.

He stopped, glanced at Kagome, her hair wild, her eyes a blaze with desire.

“Don't,” she whispered wantonly as she pulled him towards her while grinding into him.

He stared at her, bit down on his lower lip willing himself to continue, but that noise, that fucking song. Keeping Kagome pinned between the wall and his chest, he reached into his back pocket and grabbed his phone.

Apologizing with his eyes, he flipped it open quickly as the scent of Kagome's arousal attacked him, causing him to growl violently.

“What!”

Licking her lips, Kagome leaned in and began placing soft kisses along his neck as she allowed her hands to roam beneath his shirt.

Inuyasha shuddered under her ministrations and snapped, “I'm busy!”

She closed in on his Adam's apple as she allowed her manicured nails to run over the hard yet soft skin of his sides and back. She hadn't wanted their friendship to get to this point, and maybe tomorrow or later on today she would regret it, but she needed the attention, her body needed this…Inuyasha's attention.

“What the hell? Are you sure?” Inuyasha queried impatiently into the phone.

Leaning back as the fog of lust and desire began to fade slowly away, Kagome stared into the hanyou's face. She could tell that whatever was happening, or had happened, had something to do with business, and that it was important.

“Alright, damn it! I understand. I'll be there shortly.” Closing the phone, Inuyasha stepped back away from the wall as he reluctantly stood Kagome up on her feet.

Running one hand down his face exasperatedly, he repeated repentantly as he reached out and pulled her towards him again, “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, fuck! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

Resting her head on his shoulder as the wetness in her panties began to seep through, Kagome leaned back and asked, “Why are you sorry?”

“I have to go,” he offered with a frown, not sure how she would take it.

“I figured that much,” she replied, her cheeks pinking as she looked away.

Turning her face back towards him, he asked quietly, “Are you okay with this?”

“With what?”

“With what just happened or almost happened.” Releasing her, he continued, “You're not going to get all weird on me, are you?”

Kagome frowned concernedly at him, but forced a smile just the same. “I'm fine.”

The hanyou stared at her for a moment, uncertain as to whether he should believe her or not. Leaning in, he kissed her softly on the lips, once, twice, three times as she stepped towards him giving herself over to him once more. This time their kiss wasn't nearly as passionate, but it was nice, real nice, the hanyou admitted.

Stepping back regretfully, Inuyasha ran his hand gently down her cheek while questioning, “Do you still want me to come over after work, or have you changed your mind?”

“Are you sure you don't just want me to cancel it?” Kagome retorted, a nervous smile on her face as she listened to his cell phone jump to life again.

“That's up to you, but either way, I'll be here at 5:30,” Inuyasha replied, pulling his cell out of his back pocket again.

Staring at him, Kagome didn't reply.

Glancing at her as he flipped it open, Inuyasha stated quickly, “Hold on.” Turning his attention back to the woman that seemed to be lost in her own mind, he asked again, “Oi, what's up? Are you sure you're alright?”

Shaking off whatever had her distracted, Kagome forced a smile. “I'm fine. Go ahead and go, I'll see you at 5:30. Besides, I have to get dressed for work myself.”

With a sigh, she watched as he proceeded out the door, lost in his conversation with whoever was on the other end of his cell phone.

Staring around her apartment that seemed to be even colder and lonelier than ever before, she frowned lightly as she ran the fingers of her right hand across her slightly swollen lips.

Fuck, what did I do? Why didn't I stop myself? We're friends, that's it. I shouldn't have…I shouldn't have kissed him back. I shouldn't have wanted him to kiss me.

Picking up her puppy, she held him close to her chest as she stared at the closed door the hanyou had just exited through. Sighing heavily, she blinked a few times in order to still the tears she could feel building behind her eyes.

“I just ruined our friendship. We…we can't go back. I…I've ruined it.”

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

Next Chapter: Not Yours

Acknowledgements:

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