InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Stir Crazy Women ( Chapter 55 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness!! I'm having so much fun writing the down fall of Kagome and Inuyasha that I figured I might as well get the fluff rolling now, so please enjoy it while it last. I am officially a college graduate with a Bachelor's in Psychology!! Yay me, and I did graduate with honors and a 3.97 GPA!! Yay, me again!! I'll be going back in January for my Masters in Criminal Justice, so enjoy me while you guys have me!! Award wise, I think this fic was nominated for Best Action/Adventure with the Guild. Whoever did that, thanks!! To all others if it's not DQ'd, vote (lol)!! Anyway, thanks for your continued support and a very special thanks to my beta, Neko, who has sort of kind of disappeared on me (winks).

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anyone with the exception of Nola, Nya, Dr. Aikio, Dinshu, Maki, Moki, Gage, the Spinx, and Takira.

Chapter 55

Stir Crazy Women

She could feel the cool air wrapping about her as if warning her off, but she stood against it, her head down, her disheveled hair whipping around in a flurry of chaos.

She sighed heavily while adjusting her shades and trying to hide the bruise that she knew was visible. It made her feel self-conscious and violated, but it had been her idea. She'd told him that if she were to look the part of the battered girlfriend, he'd be more susceptible to forgiving her and picking up where they left off.

Kikyo pulled the tattered jacket she'd picked up from the second hand store a few days ago tighter around her lithe body, and tried to tell herself that she had no other recourse but to play this game. If she didn't, the next bruise and black eye she received would not be because she asked for it.

She glanced up and down the familiar street, slowly taking in the stores and Sushi stands that she'd been to on one too many occasions with him, Inuyasha.

She was happy with him, she admitted to herself; it was the first and the last time that she could remember being…happy, or rather satisfied.

She started down the sidewalk slowly, her hand shoved within her jacket as her dirty worn sneakers padded quietly against the cement below her feet.

There was no turning back; she had to do this. She had to make first contact, gain his sympathy and then work her way back into his life. It would be a slow process because she knew she'd crushed him. However, Oni was right; he was still just a man, a soft-hearted man that tried to pretend as if he had a heart of steel and that the small things had no significance.

Would he allow her in again? Would he be that foolish…that naïve? If he were dating someone else, which she knew was a very real possibility; would he allow her the room to steal him away?

Part of her hoped and prayed that he would, if for no other reason than her selfishness, but another part, the part that had secretly loved him prayed to the Gods that he wouldn't. It prayed that he would see through her broken and abused façade and tell her to go straight to hell where she belonged. Still, that part knew that what they shared, what they had before she destroyed him was real to an extent. At least, it was to him.

She slowed as she came to an American bistro that she remembered him taking her to on a few occasions and she smiled to herself.

She could remember the sound of his voice as if it were only yesterday since she'd last talked to him. She could remember the sound of his laughter as if he was standing right beside her, and she could remember…she could remember the feel of his hands in hers as they walked hand and hand up and down this same street. And she could see, almost smell the tears that trailed down his face when she told him…when she told him that she didn't…

She shook her head and sighed heavily. This was not the time or place for reminiscing. She had a job to do, and a plan to put into action. No, this was not the time or the place. Maybe the time would never really come, and she was okay with that; she had to be.

She continued down the street, one hand shoved in her pocket, the other trailing out over the dirty light poles, the mailboxes, the newspaper stands, and then she stopped and turned, looking across the corner at the building that housed his residence. The location where love was made and hearts were deceived.

Her feet started moving as if desperate to take her to him.

The double glass doors came upon her quickly and she jumped as if scared when the doorman told her good day and pulled the door open for her. She didn't meet his eyes, but she could see the look of pity that he shot her.

That was perfect, exactly what she and Oni were going for. Now it had to work on him, on Inuyasha.

She stepped through the doors timidly, her head down her steps quickening. She didn't need to look up to see where she was going. She knew the elevators were located at the far end of the lobby. She could make it there and then she'd be up to his floor within a matter of seconds.

Tears started to swell within her eyes, and she reached up, wiping them away. She wasn't sure if she was crying because she felt like she was running from Oni and towards salvation, or if she was crying because she knew that Inuyasha deserved so much more than what she was about to do to him. Whichever it was, it only served to make more tears fall.

“Ma'am,” someone said, but she didn't stop.

“Excuse me!” the voice called again, this time louder and closer to her. She reached the elevators, hit the button to go up and waited impatiently for the elevator to open in front of her.

“Ma'am,” the voice said again, from right behind her. “I need to see some ID.”

ID? She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. She turned to him then, wiping the wetness from her cheeks. “I'm sorry…I don't…have any,” she whispered. Her head was down, her voice low soft and broken. This was a part of the act. She would gain his sympathy, and he'd let her pass.

“I'm sorry, but we're under strict orders not to allow anyone in this building who doesn't live here,” he told her apologetically.

She looked up at him, her lips trembling, her feet shuffling uncomfortably as if at any moment she was going to run. “I'm Takahashi-sama's wif-” she started to say, but swallowed her words quickly and looked away. “I was...I was his…” This should be easier than this, she knew, but she was finding it almost impossible to label herself in relation to him.

“Excuse me, but were you about to say that you were Takahashi-sama's wife?” the desk clerk asked a little too perceptively.

She nodded and sniffled, her head down. “I just need to speak with him, please. I won't be long. I just need to talk to him.”

The guy frowned at her, his face marred with distrust and uncertainty. “I'm sorry but he's not up there. He and his family are away on vacation; I'm not sure when they'll be back.”

Kikyo looked up at him. He and his family are away on vacation? The pain and resentment that gripped her at just the thought of what those words implied. Was he with another woman? Had he moved on? Or was he just with Rin and Sesshomaru?

The pain and the ache of the jealousy that raced through her very core was such a vicious biting thing that she almost had to double over to counteract it, but she held steadfast, fought to keep her façade in place and tried to smile appreciatively at the man.

“If you want, I can take a name and number from you and give it to him when he gets back or when he calls,” he offered while slowly guiding her away from the elevators.

She thought about that and decided that she would comply in order to not make anything seem too out of sorts. “Sure, I…I can do that.”

She followed the guy over to the large desk, gave him her number and signed the bottom with a large K and a tiny heart, knowing that when he saw it, he'd know that it was her.

Kikyo started out the lobby, but slowed as she heard the man pick up the phone and dial quickly then state, “Takahashi-sama, this is Deko. Please call me when you get this message.”

Kikyo frowned as she pushed out the door and back into the sunlight. She should have been happy because even though it wasn't happening the way she and Oni had planned, first contact had just been made, but she wasn't, not at all.

Simonkal of Inuy

He rubbed at his eyes with the balls of his hands as if they could wipe away the tiredness that he knew was there.

Leaning forward, his elbows balanced on his denim clad knees, the hanyou stretched his tank top clothed back and exhaled a slow puff of cigarette smoke. Watching it dissipate into the air off his penthouse hotel suite, he groaned for the millionth time at his stupidity.

He had finally forced himself to leave the Higurashi compound just before the sun broke over the eastern sky. He hadn't expected it to be as hard as it was to leave her there. He knew she wasn't in any danger because he still hadn't released her unseen security detail and she was with her family. Even knowing that, he still couldn't stop himself from thinking that if he did leave her, something would happen to her.

In the end and only after hearing her mom awaken from a room down the hall, did he forcibly tell himself that he was being ridiculous and that he'd be back at her side within a few hours.

Before he left out the same window from which he'd entered, the hanyou had made sure that he left her a little good morning note with the name and number to the hotel that he was staying at as well as his room number since he really had no fucking clue as to where his cell phone was at the moment.

The second he'd gotten back to his room, he noticed that the damage he'd done the night before had been cleaned up, but he paid little attention to that as he jumped into the shower and did his damndest to wash her scent off of his person. He wasn't doing it because he didn't want it there. He did it because the moment Sesshomaru smelled him, he was going to know what he'd done and he was more than likely going to try to crucify him for it.

He didn't really care what his brother thought, but this was hard enough for him to deal with on his own, so to have someone else telling him how foolish an action this was really was not something that he was looking forward to.

Okay, so foolish didn't even begin to describe it. It was fucking idiotic! The most suicidal thing that any fucking youkai or half youkai could ever do! It was unforgivable! Soul damning! Asinine! Self-serving and downright deplorable!

He knew that, he knew all of that, but he still didn't consider it a mistake.

She, Kagome, the girlfriend to everyone else including her, but now mate to him, was not a mistake. The more he thought about it, he had decided that he'd done the right thing. Maybe it was for the wrong reasons, but he'd done the right thing.

So, he could've just told her, “See Kagome, I don't have any condoms, but I really want to make love to you and I know you want me to. I mean, I know you love me and even though I've never said as much, you gotta know that I love you too. Well, I more than love you, I kind of think that you might be…I mean, I'm not 100% sure or anything, but it's close… I think you might be my mate. I mean that being the case and all would you let me bind you to myself? What do you say?”

He groaned at his thoughts. Yeah, regardless of how he looked at it, he was a complete and total rancid jackass.

Who actually does something like this? Who just claims a fucking human? Who actually binds themselves to a human that may not even want him in a few days and without their knowledge or acceptance? Who does that? Who thinks so little of their life that they're just willing to throw it away?

Inuyasha took another drag of his cigarette and flicked the butt over the balcony. I do, he thought with a frown, Takahashi Inuyasha does-correction-did that bullshit!

Settling back in the chair, he slouched down; his bare feet cool against the cold cement floor of the balcony. He could hear his brother in his head raging on about how much of an idiot he was. How he better go back over to Kagome's and beg her to accept him, because if she didn't, he, Inuyasha, would be cursed to follow her around like a fucking lost puppy; pining behind her when she didn't want him. Then he'd go on to tell him that when her rejection became too much, he might as well kiss his narrow ass good bye, because he seriously doubted that his youkai blood would be able to survive that kind of rejection.

Yeah, he knew he'd gone about this the wrong way. He should have waited a while longer, gotten to know her a little better. Maybe after a few months maybe a year, he could've asked her to move in with him, then a few months from there asked her to marry him or something along those lines.

He cut his thoughts off. Hadn't he done that with Kikyo? Hadn't he done it all the right fucking way? Hadn't he wooed her, and moved her in with him, and fucking married her and still she left him? Hadn't he done this the right way one time before?

Yeah, he had, but he had never so solidly bound himself to her; that was the difference, wasn't it? He'd never really had that strong of a desire to literally and irrevocably bind himself to her, with the exception of the few times when they were having sex and he wondered curiously how it would feel without a condom, but it was nothing…the pull was nothing when compared with what pushed him over the edge last night.

He pushed Kikyo from his mind as if she was nothing more than an errant horrible dream. This was about Kagome and the mess he'd made of his life.

Yeah, so he'd done it right the first time and still it ended in crap. So what if he did it ass backwards this time? Maybe that meant that when this relationship didn't work out, he'd actually have a saving grace. He could expect not to survive it this time.

He smiled at that thought, because in all honesty he couldn't visualize him and Kagome not being together. Was that the whole mate thing working on him? He wasn't sure, but he found it funny really. All of a sudden he couldn't see them not being together, when before he couldn't come up with one valid reason why they should've been together in the first place.

The hanyou stared up at the blue sky and the fluffy white clouds that floated by looking like a huge perfect rack of tits. He felt good, whole. He felt like nothing was missing. There was nothing that he had to finish or to do. He had nothing to search for or run after. He felt…he felt complete.

Is this what being mated feels like? Wholeness… Completeness… Like a puzzle with all its pieces? He thought that over for a moment longer and decided quickly, I like it. It feels real good even if it does kill me later. Definitely not a mistake. No regrets.

That acceptance turned his thoughts in another direction. When and how was he going to tell her what he'd done? Would she be pissing mad at him, or would she be relieved because he'd basically proved to her that she was definitely his choice? Not only that, but…

A better thought occurred to him at that moment, Maybe I won't have to tell her. Maybe, I can just continue on like nothing has changed between us. I mean, it's not like she'll ever know, right? If I can get that ass-wipe to keep his trap shut around her, then we'll be fine. If another demon crossed her path and said something to her about it, she'll deny it off the bat. If she brings it up to me, I'll laugh it off. In due time, I can pretend to do this whole mating shit the right way. He smiled to himself. Yeah, that just might work. We can continue to date for a while longer and if everything is going alright, I'll ask her to move in or some shit. Maybe even buy a different place with a yard for Ashton or do some renovations to my current place. This just might fucking working!!

He liked this. In his mind this plan could work! He'd just have to string her along a little while longer. If he could do that, then to her, he wouldn't seem like that much of a chauvinistic asshole.

String her along? That…just didn't sit right with him. Since when did he ever need to string Kagome along about anything? It seemed…it felt…wrong, underhanded and a little more than just vile.

He groaned, his head falling back and his eyes closing. He hadn't meant for this shit to happen. Less than 48 hours ago, he wasn't even certain if he wanted this relationship to continue, he wasn't certain of anything, and now…

He felt as if he was just told that he was a father of a five year-old and he couldn't remember for the life of him how or when it had happened. In a way, he supposed, part of him felt stunned.

He'd contemplated acting even to himself as if it was all a dream, but only foolish people did that, right? Seriously, is there really any truth to that saying, believe in your lies long enough and they will become true? The hanyou figured that there probably wasn't, because regardless of when you told that lie-be it an hour ago or ten years ago-it was still a lie, wasn't it?

What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive, he told himself, imagining his mother staring down at him with a disappointed scowl on her beautiful round shaped face. No, ignoring it won't solve a…damn…thing.

His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of his front door being opened. Inuyasha glanced at it and sniffed. He set up in the seat stilling himself as her soft voice whispered through the room, “Lover, where are you? Are you up? We were going down to breakfast and wanted to see-”

“Out here,” he called over his shoulder to Rin, but he didn't move from his spot. He could feel something wicked stirring inside, but nowhere near as bad as the day before.

Aw, shit! Not this again, he told himself, but quickly realized as she stepped through the door and placed her hand on his shoulder that it actually didn't get any worse. It was just a dull discomfort that was somehow informing him-he knew-that this wasn't his mate.

As if he really needed some kind of reminder.

He totally understood that now. Now that he'd claimed Kagome, he could tolerate Rin and maybe other women, but none of them would be able to get him to the point where he'd ever want to do something sexual with them. At least, that's what he would've liked to believe.

Rin hugged him tightly from behind, and Inuyasha raised his arms so that he could pat her back as he tilted his head up and kissed her forehead. There was a low growl in his head, and he hissed silently, Shut the fuck up, Bitch. I know it ain't her.

Thinking back, that was the first time that his blood had made any sound that he could remember since he'd gotten to Kagome's house the night before. Bitch, you wanted her? You wanted Kagome. It was all making sense now. All the times that he heard the whisper, mine, when he was around Kagome. It was telling him that she was his mate. Why the fuck didn't you just tell me, idiot?

All that shit that Totosai had said still wasn't making any sense, but he was totally developing a new respect for the red eyed beast inside him that he'd started calling sometime during the night, Bitch.

His choice of names for the creature had nothing to do with its sex, which was of course male since it was a part of him, but it had everything to do with the fact that the beast nagged just like a bitch would.

Bitch growled, and the hanyou chuckled to himself as he felt Rin run her nails across his shoulder while walking slowly around the chair so that she was standing in front him.

The hanyou leaned forward. Grabbing Rin's waist, he pulled her to him so that she was standing between his legs and little too close for this to appear innocent.

“Lover, what are you doing?” Rin asked urgently while trying to twist out of his arms.

Bitch snarled, “Not Mine!”

The hanyou laughed and released Rin. “Just checking,” he said to both of them, but Rin thought he was only talking to her.

“Just checking what?” Rin snapped while stepping back away from him.

“Something,” the hanyou retorted. “Come sit on my lap?”

“What? Have you lost your mind?” Rin queried as she took another step back away from him.

“No, just do it. I'm testing something,” Inuyasha told her, patting his lap. “Come on; it'll be quick.”

Rin looked at him skeptically and he tried to keep from grinning so she wouldn't feel too disturbed, but he just couldn't. This was just too interesting. It appeared to him that his youkai blood definitely had a voice, but only when it came to Kagome or something involving Kagome.

It appeared that Rin wasn't going to comply, so Inuyasha stood to his feet and stepped towards her. Holding out his arms, he said softly, “I'm sorry if I scared you. I really didn't mean to. Can I have a hug?”

Rin looked him up and down quickly before she smiled and stepped towards him slowly, her arms snaking around his waist. Inuyasha pulled her close, squeezed her to his chest and inhaled the scent of her hair. The discomfort was there; it was almost like an upset stomach or a dull headache that stood right outside of what would constitute pain. The longer he held onto to Rin, the stronger the discomfort grew until all he could feel was his stomach churning, his head throbbing and hear Bitch's snarls of incoherent threats.

Pushing Rin back, he shook his head and smiled down at her. “Thanks, Wench, I needed that,” he said to Rin, and to Bitch, Alright, alright shut up. I'm letting her go, asshole.

Bitch growled back huskily, “Ass…hole.”

The hanyou chuckled as he sat back down in his seat and pointed at one of the other chairs for Rin to sit in. It seemed to him, and he wasn't the smartest nail in the draw by any means, but it seemed like Bitch wasn't really as dumb as he first thought he was. He definitely wasn't a figment of his imagination and he definitely held some kind of control over his emotions. Maybe he couldn't hold a full conversation, but he could speak and it seemed like he could learn. After all, he had just called him an Asshole, hadn't he?

“You're acting pretty strange. Are you still not feeling well?” Rin questioned, cutting into his thoughts.

The hanyou smiled at her, pushing his thoughts of Bitch to the back of his mind. “I'm fine, just trying to figure out some stuff.”

“Need some help?”

“Nah, I got it,” he told her as he settled back in his chair. He ran his hands down his face, over his black wife beater, and then slipped them under his shirt pulling it up so that he was rubbing his flat perfect stomach.

“I came and checked on you last-” she started, but stopped as she glanced down at his stomach. She pitched forward. “What happened to you?” she growled, lifting the shirt up and running her hand over his stomach.

The hanyou pushed her hand away quickly, not really sure why he felt like she was seriously overstepping her bounds at that moment. Maybe it was because that was somewhat of an intimate place, as it was close to his lower abdomen, or maybe it was because Bitch had started that growling shit again. “Sorry,” he mumbled quickly as he eyed the five red fading scratches that he'd seen when he'd gotten out of the shower, “That, it's nothing.”

“It doesn't look like nothing. It looks like someone was trying to claw you in half,” Rin replied curtly.

The hanyou glanced at her, and then looked away. He remembered exactly when and how he'd gotten them and he'd enjoyed every fucking minute of it too. “Well Rin, shit happens sometimes.”

“But Lover,” she started, “Are those-” Her eyes grew wide. “You didn't! You better not have cheated on Kagome! I swear to the heavens, I love you, but I'll beat you to within an inch of your life if you left here last night and went and screwed some cheap harlot!” She stood quickly, and stomped towards him.

Holding up his hands, Inuyasha pushed back away from her, the chair sliding across the floor. “No, I didn't cheat on her, Rin! Just calm down, it's not what you think!”

She was still coming at him. “Well what the hell is it then?” she questioned angrily while leaning forward and grabbing one of his ears between her right finger and thumb. “If you cheated on her, I swear…” She growled, twisting the ear roughly.

Inuyasha pushed back further while grabbing her hand and trying to remember to be gentle; she was Rin, and she was human. If he drew her blood, Sesshomaru would have his ass for breakfast. “Fuck, Rin, stop! I didn't cheat! Kagome did that shit! Damn, let fucking go of my ear!”

Rin let go and stepped back, scowling down at him. “Kagome did that? You went and saw her last night?”

The hanyou almost snarled at her, he was so pissed. He hated when people were rough with his ears not that anyone else was, and he was pissed because Bitch was pissed, which meant that at the moment he felt like fucking hurling.

“Yes, damn it!” he growled.

Rin stepped back thumbing her chin. “Oh, really?” A slow smile spreading over her confused face, she continued, “She can scratch you like that and leave marks?”

“Shit you saw it, right? It'll be gone in a few hours no big deal.”

“I can't scratch Sesshomaru like that. My nails always break.”

“Yeah, well I'm half human, Rin. You need to remember that the next time you pinch something on me, or I'll forget who you are and pinch you right fucking back!” He didn't mean for that to come out as threatening as it did, but he was pissed off. His ear was throbbing, Bitch was snarling, and he honestly didn't feel like explaining himself to her.

She half smiled at him and shuffled quickly towards him. “I'm sorry. You know how I feel about cheaters though. I can't stand them, and I kind of like Kagome.”

He wanted to stay mad at her, but if she thought she was taking up for Kagome, how could he be? “Yeah, well I kind of like her too. I'm not just going to go ch-” the hotel phone ringing cut him off and he pushed to his feet stomping around her and towards it, but Rin was faster.

“Hello?” she sang into the receiver.

“Who's this?” she asked a second later and smiled as she winked at him. “Well, I don't know if he's up. He's a little worn out. Oh, wait he's in the shower. Hold on I'll see if he wants to talk you.”

Inuyasha growled at her, knowing that she couldn't be talking to anyone but Kagome and definitely trying to give her the pretense that he had some strange woman in his room.

Snatching the phone out of her hand before she could do anymore damage, he spun on his heels and sat down on the couch. “What's up, Babe? You finally up?”

“Who was that?” Kagome questioned after a long moment, her voice telling him that she'd just rolled over and found his note.

“Why, you jealous?” he retorted, knowing that the last thing he should be doing right now is feeding her green dragon.

He was about to apologize, when she snapped seriously, “I'll be there in 15 minutes, and she better be there, Inuyasha or it's your ass!” The phone went dead in his ear and he sat there staring at it for a moment before he actually broke out in a bout of laughter.

The woman was so fucking jealous that it was almost ridiculous. Seriously, did she think he was some kind of sex addict? Did she really thinking that he was capable of fucking the hell out of her, and then 3 hours later just going to pick up some floozy and fuck her too?

“Psychotic,” the hanyou mumbled as he put the phone back on the cradle.

Rin stood to her feet as if she was getting ready to leave, but Inuyasha stopped her dead in her tracks. “Like hell you're leaving. Kagome told me to keep my bitch here until she gets here, so plant yourself.”

“I have to go feed Takira and Gage!”

“Bullshit! Sesshomaru will bring them over when they wake up.”

“Lover?”

“Yeah, you might want to stop that pet name calling to. Kagome is more than a little possessive nowadays.”

“What?” Rin questioned incredulously. “I will not! That's our thing that we do. We know it's innocent. If my mate doesn't have a problem with it, why should she? She's not even family! She can deal with it, or she can leave!”

Inuyasha caught the growl that was coming and shook his head, reminding himself that this was Rin. She was the matriarch of his family and she didn't know that he'd already claimed Kagome. Sitting back on the couch, he shrugged his shoulders. “Do you really think, Sesshomaru is okay with that? He tolerates it because he knows it makes you happy, and I let you do it because I know it pisses him off.” The truth was a salty thing, but he figured it was best that he get it over now.

Rin stared at him for a long moment before she stepped back around the couch and sat down across from him since there was no room on the couch he was sitting on, because he was stretched out, his arms bent behind his head.

“You're not letting her change you, are you? I'm still number one, right?”

Inuyasha looked at her understanding exactly what she was asking. She'd been the only woman in both his and Sesshomaru's life for so long, it was kind of hard to watch another woman that actually had her same potential come into the picture and stir things up. She knew Kagome wasn't like Kikyo, and she knew that Kagome had even won Sesshomaru over, so what she was basically asking was where this left her in his life.

“Don't tell me you're jealous?” the hanyou queried, glancing over at her.

“Of course not, but I like being the only woman in both of your lives. I mean is this serious with you and Kagome? Should I be worried?”

The hanyou looked at her for a long moment before he spoke. “Yeah, it's serious between Kagome and me, but you don't need to worry about anything. You'll always be Sesshomaru's first, trust me.”

“But not yours?” she replied sullenly a frown on her face. Gods, he hated when she looked like that, he really hated it, but the truth was the truth.

“Rin?”

She fanned her hand dismissively and blinked a few times as if fighting tears. “I know…I know, I'm just being silly. This is stupid. I'm your sister-in-law. I'm married and happily mated to your brother, which is something that I wouldn't change for all of the heavens and the earth. I really shouldn't be acting like this right now.”

He could see it in her eyes; she wasn't just being silly. She was actually unnerved that she was no longer the only woman in his life that he trusted and could turn to. Maybe it wasn't even about that; perhaps she didn't like the idea that she would no longer get to make all the decisions about family vacations, and family portraits, and Sunday dinners.

He knew she didn't mean anything by it. After all, it was just human nature, right?

They sat in silence for a long moment each lost in their own thoughts before there was a loud knocking at the door and he jumped and went for it.

No fucking way, what did she did fly over here?

Pulling it open, he grinned as he stared down at Kagome and wondered if she'd actually stopped long enough to wash her face or brush her teeth. She was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, her hair up in a messy ponytail, a pair of oversized sweat pants on, and a t-shirt that read Damned if Do across the front. As she pushed him aside and stomped into his suite, he noticed it read Damned if I Don't across the back.

“So, I don't get a kiss good morning,” he asked her while closing the door.

She spun on him. “Where is she?”

“Who?”

She poked him in the center of his chest. “That bitch that answered the phone when I called! Where the hell is she, Takahashi?”

Inuyasha stepped closer, scooped her up in his arms, and pulled her to his chest. Carrying her up the long hallway, he intoned, “You know something, you're absolutely nuts. I think the longer we're together the crazier you're getting.”

Kagome glared down at him as he turned a corner that opened into a massive room with a huge king size bed that didn't look like it had even been slept it in. She slapped at his shoulders and his arms. “Put me down, Takahashi! You must be out of your mind if you think for one instant that I'm going to have sex with you, when you just had some bitch in here!”

He laughed and sat her down in front of him. Leaning against the door jam of the room, he quipped, “Fine, have it your way, but you are going to apologize to me later.”

She glared at him and hissed, “I'll apologize right before I throw dirt on your decaying carcass!”

He chuckled and followed her back into the room where he'd left Rin. She stopped short and he stepped up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her back so that she was flush against him. The closeness of her body to his, the leftover scent of their lovemaking that was stuck as if embedded in every pore of her skin and buried in the roots of her hair lulled him. A low growl slipped from his lips as he inhaled deeply and allowed his body the melt around her.

He swore he could hear Bitch purring.

Inuyasha refocused, leaning in to kiss her on the side of her neck as she stared openmouthed at Rin. “Meet my bitch. I told her not to play with you like that because you're nuts, but she didn't listen.”

“Hello,” the girlfriend snapped quickly before turning to him, her face beet red, and her eyes enraged with humiliation and anger.

He tried not to laugh. He seriously did, but the look of mortification that was riddled there was just too priceless. He just wished he had his cell phone to capture the moment.

She pushed passed him, stomping back towards the door and he stopped her, pulling her back towards him. “Where you going, Wench?”

“Leave me alone,” she growled heatedly, trying desperately to push him away. “You're always making a fool of me! I'm…I'm…” She growled and glared at him. “I wish I could just tell you it was over and mean it!” she snapped while turning and stomping towards the door again.

Positioning himself between her and the door, he crossed his hands over his chest and stated wryly, “Yeah, that's just not going to happen.”

She growled at him again and tried to shove him aside, but he didn't budge. If she thought that he was actually going to let her go home now that he had her there, she was seriously mistaken. Besides, he was bone fucking tired and he always slept better with her next time him.

Moving so quick that he knew she hadn't seen it coming, he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder before starting towards the bedroom.

Her fists pounded against his back as she hissed, “Put me down, baka! You could've told me that was Rin! Put me down, I'm going home!”

“Now what would have been the fun in that?” he questioned, stepping through the double doors and taking his time to kick one then the other closed behind them.

Stepping up to the foot of the bed, he dropped her in the center of the bed and reached down to pull off his tank top as she stared up at him, her nostrils flaring wide, her jaw clenched menacingly.

“You must be out of your everlasting mind, Takahashi!”

“Show yourself out, Rin,” he called without taking his eyes off of his secret mate as she pushed back away from him slowly, crawling backwards towards the head of the bed. A low warning growl slipped from the back of his throat as he reached down and unfastened his belt buckle.

She shook her head as if for a moment she couldn't think, and then ground out, her voice losing most of the venom it previously held, “You're crazy if you think even for a minute that I'm going to let you anywhere near me!”

He chuckled as he heard a light tap on the door followed by, “Nice to see you again Kagome. Maybe when you two are done we can go to the mall or something.”

“Bye, Rin,” Inuyasha said just loud enough for her to hear him as he leaned forward catching the leg of the sweat pants and yanking them off of Kagome.

“Idiot, this could be rape, you know,” Kagome snapped while picking up a pillow and throwing it roughly at his face.

He swatted it away and decided that if it was something harder, he probably would've been a little upset by that. “It could, but you'll give in before it gets that far.”

She growled and rolled away from him, but he caught her and rolled her right back so that he was leaning partly between her legs. “You're an arrogant jerk!”

“Only for you,” Takahashi quipped leaning down and lightly kissing her.

She growled into his mouth and refused to kiss him back as she pushed at his muscled chest.

“You know it's really not my fault,” he told her, “You just assume, because you don't trust me, that I'm always up to no good. I haven't done anything to warrant such mistrust, but yet you still refuse to trust me.”

She seemed to think about that for a long moment before she rolled her eyes and groaned as her body slowly began to relax under him. “I hate you,” she mumbled quietly.

“Hate is such a strong word, Kagome. Are you sure you want to continue to use that as a sign of affection for me?” he questioned seriously, his breath misting over her flushed face.

She had no response.

He stared down at her beautiful face, brushed a few dark strands of errant hair from her cheeks and kissed her forehead, before he pushed back off of her so that he was standing. He stepped away from her completely and around to the side of the bed as he worked the zipper of his jeans and quickly stepped out of them so that he wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.

He glanced at her and noticed that her eyes were definitely trained on his every move, but he didn't comment as he stripped back the covers on the bed and climbed in. He realized as he laid back, his head sinking into the oversized plush pillows that this woman that Bitch and himself had chosen was taxing on his energy. She was literally draining him. It wasn't bad, not really, but damn it was leaving him tired as shit. All the thinking and decision making, and deceptions… He was fucking exhausted.

He sighed contentedly as his eyes started to close. “Come here,” he whispered holding out a hand to her.

After a moment, he felt the bed shift and the sheets pull back next to him, and she was there, right beside him, her head in the groove of his shoulder, her body pressed firmly against his as if he was her only connection to this world. He yawned thickly and rolled towards her, curling around her.

“I…I don't hate you,” she whispered softly.

“Sure, sure, I know,” he retorted quietly.

“Inuyasha, I'm-”

“Forget about it,” he told her softly, cutting her off. “You're here, I can finally get some sleep, and that's all that matters.”

Her lips were on his, and he sighed into them and kissed her back chastely before he buried his head in the side of the pillow that they were sharing even though they didn't have to and mumbled, “You know, you better be glad I love you, because your seriously nuts. I think…” he yawned, his voice growing more lethargic by the second, “…if I were to marry you, I could probably check you into a mental asylum and get a check for you. At the very least, I think I could talk your mom into doing it for me.”

The last thing he felt was a playful love slap against his bare chest moments before she snuggled deeper against him and kissed the underside of his chin.

Simonkal of Inuy

Hushed voices, a loud thump and then another one roused her from her peaceful slumber. She pushed up, the duvet falling from her body. She glanced around the nicely decorated room and knew immediately that she was in Inuyasha's hotel room, but he wasn't in bed with her.

She looked towards the bathroom, the light was off. She then glanced towards the windows, it was still daylight outside. She yawned and tried to shake the fog off that had fallen over her while she was sleeping.

Another thump echoed from the living room and she pushed slowly to her feet and started towards the door, but stopped when she heard a male voice hiss, “You're a complete jackass! How could you do something like this? What the hell were you thinking?”

She heard Inuyasha whisper something, but she couldn't make out a thing he was saying before the other voice that she realized had to be Sesshomaru, snapped, “I didn't tell you that so you could just go out there and do it, dumb ass! What are you going to do if…?” she couldn't make out the rest of that sentence and didn't have time to as Inuyasha intoned as if bored, “I'll deal with that when it happens.”

A vicious growl ripped from Sesshomaru, and she shuddered while stepping back away from the door until she bumped into the foot of the bed. “I had no idea just how suicidal you were, Inuyasha! If you wanted to die you should've just told me! I would've been happy to oblige you, but you didn't have to do this!!”

She couldn't ever remember Sesshomaru losing his temper or using curse words, but whatever it was that he and Inuyasha were arguing about now, had him more than livid. She couldn't help but wonder what it was all about.

If she asked him, would he tell her? She decided the answer to that question would probably be, no, not if he thought that it would upset her. And if it upset Sesshomaru like this, then more than likely it would upset her even more. No, he wasn't going to tell her anything.

She cut her thoughts off quickly when she heard Inuyasha speak, his voice stern but not angry, more resigned than she could ever remember it being, “I didn't have a choice. You think I actually wanted to do it like that? Hell no, but I couldn't stop myself.”

“What if it was a mistake?” she heard Sesshomaru growl.

“It wasn't a fucking mistake! Even if it was,” Inuyasha countered showing just a little doubt on their secretive subject, “I don't fucking regret it and if I die because of it, it will be the one good thing that I've done in this life! So, leave it alone; it was my decision to make and I made it!”

There was a few minutes of silence and she heard Sesshomaru huff, his tone annoyed, “Father and your mother must be rolling in their graves!”

Inuyasha mumbled something else, but she didn't catch it before Sesshomaru spoke again, his voice low and serious, “This is just as, if not stupider than what you did with-”

Inuyasha cut him off quickly, roaring his tone angry, “Don't you fucking say it, you bastard! This is different! This…is…fucking different! Deal with it or don't deal with it! It's fucking done, and it can't be undone!”

What the hell is going on, she thought frantically. Kagome knew they argued, but she couldn't say that she'd ever heard such fierceness in Inuyasha's tone before. What are they arguing about?

They were quiet for awhile and Kagome could imagine the two of them standing toe to toe staring each other down waiting for the other to submit. She wanted to laugh at that, because she knew neither one of those bull headed idiots would ever back down.

“You have to tell…,” Sesshomaru growled, his tone lower more resigned, but once again she missed the rest of the statement.

“I know. I fucking know,” Inuyasha retorted exasperatedly, and then there was silence as if both of them had turned into stone statues or rather disappeared from the room.

She sat quietly for a moment longer, before she slowly pushed to her feet and started towards the bathroom.

What was he keeping from her? What or rather who did he need to tell something too? Were they talking about her or were they talking about someone else? What had Inuyasha done that would make Sesshomaru that enraged with him, and what is it that Inuyasha felt like he didn't have a choice in doing?

He always had a choice, everyone always had a choice. What had he done and why was it that they spoke about it like it couldn't be undone? Had he cheated…

No, no don't think like that, she told herself, hating that that was always the first place she went to. But even if he had, Sesshomaru would have no reason to be upset with him about it. No, that can't be it. But Sesshomaru did say that he had to tell somebody something. Tell who? Tell who what? Me? No, it can't be me, because Sesshomaru doesn't care about me enough to care one way or the other.

She turned the water on in the shower, and stripped out of her panties and shirt. She stunk, literally stunk of cum, musk, and sex and wondered for the briefest of seconds exactly how the hell Inuyasha was able to lay so close to her with his sensitive nose. He had to smell her and feel like gagging because her nose was nowhere near as sensitive as his and she sure felt like it.

Stepping under the water, she allowed her mind to wonder back to Sesshomaru and Inuyasha's argument. Should I be worried? Should I ask him about it? Can I make him tell me the truth? Do I want to know the truth? Does it matter? Would it matter?

45 minutes later, she stepped out of the shower, her hair dripping wet and her body feeling squeaky clean and refreshed. She was a little shocked because she'd half expected him to at least stick his head in the bathroom at her, but he hadn't.

She'd also tried to figure out what they were talking about, but decided halfway into her shower that if it was important enough, he'd tell her about it, and if he didn't then it wasn't important enough for her to know about. She knew that was a crap shit way of pushing it off, but she was happy for now and she didn't want to stir anything up that would ruin it.

What was that saying? she thought as she wrapped one of the big fluffy towels around her body and then reached for another one for her hair. I think it went something like, look for trouble and you'll find it. Something like that, she deduced pulling the door to the bathroom open and stepping back into the bedroom.

She'd thought that he'd be there waiting on her, but he wasn't there either. Instead, he had obviously come in and laid out a pair of hotel issued sweat pants that were exactly her size, and a matching cotton, short sleeved, t-shirt that read Don't Touch across the front.

She smiled down at the clothes, and then glanced at the clock that red 4:43 in the afternoon. Damn, mom is going to kill me. Making quick work of dropping the towel to the floor, she pulled on the panties that she'd discarded earlier, and then quickly dressed in the attire he'd obviously purchased from the gift store downstairs.

Kagome glanced around the room looking for a brush or comb or something, but found nothing. She groaned reaching up to remove the towel. Shaking her mane out, she started out the bedroom, her hand running through her wet hair finger combing out the snarls.

As soon as she stepped into the living room of the suite she saw him sitting on the balcony, his tank top clad back to her, the same jeans on that he'd discarded earlier that day and his feet still bare. He was leaning forward, his elbows balanced on his knees, and his head down as if he was seriously thinking about something. His hair was disheveled as if he'd been pulling at it, but it didn't take away from the picturesque feel his image gave her.

She stepped towards him as if he was a flame and she was the moth. There was no rational behind it, none. She just needed to be close to him, with him. There was something bothering him, something that he probably wouldn't tell her about, but she'd still let him know that she was there.

Kagome stepped through the glass doors and he looked back at her, his eyes sad, but his lips turned up in a smile as he reached back, pulling her to him.

She settled on his lap, one hand slipping around his shoulders, as she turned the top half of her torso around to face him. Her eyes searched his face slowly, looking for anything, an answer, a question, something that would tell her how she could fix this for him.

He stared back at her, his trade mark smirk in place, but there was something hidden behind it, dulling the arrogance of it all, and she closed her eyes and sighed as she allowing her forehead to fall softly against his. Her lips dipped in, brushed against his and she whispered, “I still love you, you know?”

He snorted and pulled her closer, but didn't respond as he leaned in and kissed her back, deepening the kiss slightly. There was passion there, but it wasn't raw. There was lust, but it wasn't rancid. There was need, but it wasn't desperate. And there was love, and it was raw and vibrant, and telling, and as she turned more fully to him slipping her other arm around his shoulder she understood that he was telling her that he still loved her too.

Kagome pulled back and stared down at him. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Why wouldn't I be?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but decided that she wouldn't challenge him. “I was just wondering. I thought you would've joined me in the shower, but you didn't. Then I come out here and you're sitting out here all by yourself.”

He nodded his head in understanding, and replied as he pulled her against him so that they were both staring out at the view, “I figured that after last night you'd want to have the shower to yourself, not to mention, I don't really have any condoms.”

She giggled, her cheeks turning rosy. Settling back against his chest, she reached down and took his hand in hers. She played with the claws, drew circles in the center of his hand, and interlaced her fingers with his. “Takahashi, can I ask you a question?”

His free hand ran across her belly creating an influx of invisible butterflies and she squirmed, her muscles jerking under his touch. “Sure.”

She swallowed hard, not really knowing why this had even popped into her head. Maybe it had something to do with the whole not being able to have sex without condoms thing, or maybe it was because she'd admitted to him and to herself that she was in love with him. She didn't know which, but she just felt like they needed to talk about it. “How…” She swallowed and closed her eyes, relaxing back against him, her head falling onto his shoulder so that she was staring up at the sky. “How will you know?”

“How will I know what?” he questioned huskily, she could feel him staring at her out the side of his eye.

“How will you know when you find her? Your mate, the one... How will you know?”

“Kagome-”

She cut him off, thinking he was thinking that she'd get upset if he told her the truth, “I won't get mad or upset or anything. I just want to know.” He didn't say anything, so she went on, “I know that you can't just choose one out of the blue, right? So how will you know?”

His arms tightened around her waist as if he thought she was going to jump up and run and she inhaled sinking deeper into him. Still, he didn't say anything, so she talked, “I think when you find her… I think when you find her, you shouldn't tell me. I think…I think if you did…” She blinked at the pain that coursed through her at just the thought that he'd be holding someone else like this one day, just the thought that he wouldn't be hers. “I think you should just disappear, because if I knew…” She frowned to herself and bit down on her lower lip saddened by her own thoughts.

“What would you do? If I found her and I told you, I mean. What would you do?” he questioned impassively.

“I would probably do something really stupid like take a hit out on her, or run her down with my car,” she said without thinking about it. “I mean, it hurt when Kouga found his mate, but that was bearable, you know? I don't know why, but I don't think it would be the same for me if it was you. Just the thought…” She shivered against him, driving her point home. “I'm really sounding crazy, aren't I?”

“No, not at all,” he said.

She leaned up and turned so that she was looking him directly in the face. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't or either he didn't know how to so she whispered, “This is really going to hurt, isn't it?”

“It doesn't have to. I mean you could leave me now and be done with it.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Do you think that's what I want?”

She growled. “Answer the question, Takahashi!”

He leaned in and kissed her sweetly as he whispered, “If you tried, I'd hunt you down, you do know that, right? No matter where you go, I'd find you and I'd drag you back by the roots of your hair.”

Okay that sounded just a little psychotic, but it still made her feel that much better. “But when you find your mate, you won't have a choice.”

He shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I'll kill her for you.”

“Inuyasha, you can't!”

“You just basically said you would. Why can't I just do it for you?”

“Because, idiot, she's your mate. It would probably kill you or something.” She thought that over, and then finished softly, “Even if you're not with me, I don't want anything to happen to you.”

He laughed then as if he knew something she didn't and pulled her back to him so that she was laying against him. “What brought this topic up, Wench?”

“I don't know. I guess I've just been thinking about it on and off since we started dating,” she began, “After what I said to you last night and what you said back, I think it's only fair that we be as open with this as possible.” She was quiet for a long moment as if cogitating over something before she continued, “I know you said that you loved me and I don't doubt that, but I know that there is something stronger out there that's going to pull you away from me one day, and regardless of how much I beg and plead…regardless of how much you think you love me, you'll still leave me.”

She sighed, unable to believe that she was being this open with him about her feelings. Had something happened in the past few days that she didn't know about? Had something caused this change? She didn't know, but she liked it.

She felt so much closer to him, like she could feel his heart beating in tune with her own. In that same instance, it felt like no matter how close she was to him, he was never close enough. Not only that, but she felt like he was hers to claim like a priceless ancient relic. Every part of her body, her mind, her heart was telling her that he was hers and she wanted to scream it in his face to make him understand that this was it!

“Oi, wench, you okay?” he asked cutting into her thoughts.

She blinked. “Yeah, why?”

“Because you're grinding your teeth like you're mad about something,” he responded, “Whatever it was, I didn't do it,” he finished with a chuckle.

She rolled her eyes, but relaxed back against him and smiled at the sky above. The silence lengthened between them, but it felt nice.

“I've never felt like this before. Not with anyone,” he declared softly breaking the silence. His arms tightened around her as he continued, “It's nice; I like it.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek, and then finished, “I think if it was with anyone else, it wouldn't feel so…right.”

“I think you just said a whole mouth full, Takahashi,” Kagome intoned contentedly, trying to ignore the setting sun. She had to get home to at the very least drop her mom's car off, but she just didn't want to leave him.

“You drove your mom's car over here, right?” he questioned, damn near reading her mind.

“Yeah, why?” she questioned curiously.

“She called while you were sleeping; I think she needs it.”

Standing up slowly, she stretched her arms over her head and yawned widely. “I guess I should get ready to go then.”

He stood up as well. “I'll follow you in the rental. You need to grab something to wear out tonight and some clothes for tomorrow,” he told her, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her back against him.

“Tonight? What are we doing?”

“We have a date,” Takahashi stated after turning her so that she was looking at him.

“A date?”

“Yeah, with Rin and Sesshomaru, dinner and dancing or some bullshit like that. Trust me; it wasn't Sesshomaru's idea or mine.”

She laughed and tipped up on her toes to kiss his chin as she intoned with a big grin, “I didn't think that it was, but if you're okay with it, I guess I am. Besides, I love date night.”

“Yeah, I figured you would,” he replied with a grin of his own as he released her only to catch hold of her hand and pull her towards the glass doors.

Kagome followed him obediently, a content smile on her face as she watched the muscles move under his skin like liquid venom to and fro, dangerous and alluring, whispering warnings that she knew she didn't have the strength to heed, while promising her the future of any young girls' dreams.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew it didn't make sense that she could have reservations about giving her heart away one day, and then the next not know the meaning of the word reservations where he was concerned. But he, Takahashi Inuyasha, was no ordinary man.

From the moment he entered her life, everything…everything that she'd once believed…once thought stopped making sense.

She realized in that moment that she didn't care if her life ever made sense again as long as she had him…as long as he never left her. She would walk in this haze. She would follow him if he asked her to, and she would walk beside him if that's where he wanted her, but she would not leave him, not for anyone. Not even to save herself.

He was her Joe Black. He was her beginning and her end, her salvation.

She loved him, totally, fully and without limitations…she loved him.

Until Next Time… (More fluff to come!! Your .02 cents are appreciated!!)

Next Chapter: Inexcusable

A/A/N: If you're still wondering about whether Kagome knows about the whole condom thing, no, she doesn't. She just trusts him to have used one, because he was so adamant about it before. Besides, her mind was in such an erotic haze last chapter, she truthfully didn't know whether she was going or coming-no pun intended. Oh, and the questions about the origination of the Spinx, well that's mines as far as I'm concerned. The stories that I read have him biting her, doing a blood transfusion, or a bunch of other bull-crap that's just played out, so I wanted something more original and with a refreshing twist. Anyway, it's mine! That's my story and I'm sticking to it!!

Acknowledgements:

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