InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Husband Hunters ❯ Married to a Mistress ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

CHAPTER SIX
Kagome drifted like a sleepwalker through the following five days. The Ferrari was retrieved by a tow-truck and two men who laughed like drains throughout the operation.

She contacted a builder to have the roof inspected and the news was as bad as she had feared. The cottage needed to be re roofed, and the quote was way beyond her slender resources.

She dined out with Hinten Thunder. No woman had ever tried harder to be attracted to a man. He was good-looking and easy company. Desperate to feel a spark, she let him kiss her at the end of the evening, but it wasn't like falling on an electric fence, it was like putting on a pair of slippers. Seriously depressed, Kagome made an excuse when he asked when he could see her again.

She didn't sleep, couldn't sleep. She dreamt of fighting with Inuyasha. She dreamt of making wild, passionate love for the first time in her life. And, most grotesque of all, she dreamt of drifting down a church aisle towards a scowling, struggling Greek in handcuffs. She felt like an alien inside her own head and body.

She sat down and painstakingly made a list of every flaw that Inuyasha possessed. It covered two pages. In a rage with herself, she wept over that list. She loathed him. Yet that utterly mindless craving for his enlivening, domineering Neanderthal man presence persisted, killing her appetite and depriving her of all peace of mind.

How could she miss him, how could she possibly? How could simple sexual attraction be so devastating a leveler? she asked herself in furious despair and shame. And, since she could only be suffering from the fallout of having re-pressed her own physical needs for so long, why on earth hadn't she fancied Hiten?

At lunchtime on the fifth day, she heard a car-coming up the lane and went to the window. A silver Porsche pulled up. When Hyata Midoriko emerged, Kagome was startled. She had never in her life qualified for a personal visit from the owner of the Star modeling agency and couldn't begin to imagine what could've brought the spiky, city loving redhead all the way from town.

On the doorstep, Midoriko dealt her a wide, appreciative smile. "I've got to hand it to you, Kagome...you have to be the Comeback Queen of the Century."

"You've got some work for me?" Kagome ushered her visitor into the front room.

"Since the rumor mill got busy, you're really hot," Midoriko announced with satisfaction. "The day after tomorrow, there's a Di Venci fashion show being staged in London...a big splashy charity do, and your chance to finally make your debut on the couture circuit."

"The rumor mill?" Kagome was stunned by what the older woman was telling her. One minute she was yesterday's news and the next she was being offered the biggest break of her career to date? That didn't make sense.

Having sat down to open a tiny electronic notepad, Midoriko flashed her an amused glance. "The gossip columns are rumbling like mad...don't you read your own publicity?" Kagome stiffened. "I don't buy newspapers. I'm very discreet. Your private life is your own." However, Midoriko still searched Kagome's face with avid curiosity. "But what a coup for a lady down on her luck, scandalously maligned and dropped into social obscurity... Only one of the richest men in the world—"

Kagome jerked. "I don't know what you're talking about." Midoriko raised her penciled eyebrows. "I'm only talking about the guy who has just single-handedly re-launched your career without knowing it! The paparazzo who had his film exposed howled all over the tabloids about who he had seen you with—"

"You're talking about Inuyasha..."

"And when I received a cautious visit from a tight-mouthed gentleman I know to be close to the Greek tycoon himself, I was just totally amazed, not to mention impressed to death," Midoriko trilled, her excitement unconcealed. "So I handed over your address. They say Taisho Inuyasha never forgets a favor...or, for that matter, a slight."

Kagome had turned very pale. "I..."

"So why are you up here vegetating next door to a field of sheep?" Midoriko angled a questioning glance at her. "Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen? Popular report has it that this very week he dumped Natalie Cibaud for you. Whatever you're doing would appear to be working well. And he's an awesome catch, twenty-two-carat gorgeous, and as for that delicious scary reputation of his—"

"There's nothing between Inuyasha and me," Kagome cut in with flat finality, but her head buzzed with the information that Inuyasha had evidently still been seeing the glamorous French film actress.

The silence that fell was sharp.

"If it's already over, keep it to yourself." Midoriko 's disappointment was blatant. "The sudden clamor for your services relates very much to him. The story that you've captured his interest is enough to raise you to celebrity status right now. So keep the people guessing for as long as you can..."

When Kagome recalled how appalled she had been at the threat of being captured in newsprint with Inuyasha and being subjected to more lurid publicity, she very nearly choked at that cynical advice. And when she considered how outraged Inuyasha must be at the existence of such rumors, when he had demanded her discretion, she sucked in a sustaining breath.

Midoriko checked her watch. "Look, why don't I give you a lift back to town? I suggest you stay with that friend in the suburbs again. The paparazzi are scouring the pavements for you. You don't want to be found yet. You need to make the biggest possible impact when you appear on that catwalk."

It took guts, but Kagome nodded agreement. The old story, she thought bitterly. She needed the money. Not just for the roof but also to pay off Inuyasha as well. Yet the prospect of all those flashing cameras and the vitriolic pens of the gossip columnists made her sensitive stomach churn. Money might not buy happiness, but the lack of it could destroy all freedom of choice. And Kagome acknowledged then that the precious freedom to choose her own way of life was what she now craved most.

Scanning Kagome 's strained face, Midoriko sighed. "Whatever has happened to the Ice Queen image?"

As she packed upstairs, Kagome knew the answer to that. Inuyasha had happened. He had chipped her out from behind the safety of her cool, unemotional facade by making her feel things she had never felt before...painful things, hurtful things. She wanted the ice back far more desperately than Midoriko did.

Kagome came off the catwalk to a rousing bout of thunderous applause. Immediately she abandoned the strutting insolent carriage which was playing merry hell with her backbone. Finished, at last. The relief was so huge, she trembled. Never in her life had she felt so exposed.

Before she could reach the changing room, Manny Di Venci, a big bruiser of a man with a shaven head and sharp eyes, came backstage to intercept her. "You were brilliant! Standing room only out there, but now it's time to beat a fast retreat. No, you don't need to get changed," the designer laughed, urging her at a fast pace down a dimly lit corridor that disorientated her even more after the glaring spotlights of the show. "You're the best PR my collection has ever had, and a special lunch-date demands a touch of Di Venci class."

Presumably Midoriko had set up lunch with some VIP she had to impress.

Thrust through a rear entrance onto a pavement drenched in sunlight, Kagome was dazzled again. Squinting at the open door of the waiting vehicle, she climbed in. The car had pulled back into the traffic before she registered that she was in a huge, opulent limo with shaded windows, but she relaxed when she saw the huge squashy bag of her possessions sitting on the floor. She checked the bag; her clothes were in it too. Somebody had been very efficient.

Off the catwalk, she was uncomfortable in the daring peacock-blue cocktail suit. She wore only skin below the fitted jacket with its plunging neckline, and the skirt was horrendously tight and short. She would have preferred not to meet a potential client in so revealing an outfit, but she might as well make the best of being sought after while it lasted because it wouldn't last long. The minute Inuyasha appeared in public with another woman, she would be as 'hot' as a cold potato. But oh, how infuriating it must be for Inuyasha to have played an accidental part in pushing her back into the limelight!

When the door of the limo swung open, Kagome stepped out into a cold, empty basement car park. She froze in astonishment, attacked by sudden mute terror, and then across the vast echoing space she recognized one of Inuyasha's security men, and was insensibly relieved for all of ten seconds. But the nightmare image of kidnapping which had briefly gripped her was immediately replaced by a sensation of almost suffocating panic.

"Where am I?" she demanded of the older man standing by a lift with the doors wide in readiness.

'Mr Taisho is waiting for you on the top floor, Miss Higurashi."

"I didn't realize that limo was his. I thought I was meeting up with my agent and a client for lunch...this is o-outrageous!" Hearing the positively pathetic shake of rampant nerves in her own voice, Kagome bit her lip and stalked into the lift. She was furious with herself. She had been the one to make assumptions. She should have spoken to the chauffeur before she got into the car.

Like a protective wall in front of her, the security man stayed by the doors, standing back again only after they had opened. Her face taut with temper, Kagome walked out into a big octagonal hall with a cool tiled floor. It was not Inuyasha 's apartment and she frowned, wondering where on earth she was. Behind her the lift whirred downward again and she stiffened, feeling ludicrously cut off from escape. Ahead of her, a door stood wide. She walked into a spacious, luxurious reception room. Strong sunlight was pouring through the windows. The far end of the room seemed to merge into a lush green bank of plants.

Patio doors gave way into what appeared to be a conservatory. Was that where Inuyasha was waiting for her?

Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs. Utterly despising her own undeniable mix of apprehension and excitement. Kagome threw back her slim shoulders and stalked out Mo...fresh air. Too late did she appreciate that she was actually out on a roof garden. As she caught a dizzy glimpse of the horrific drop through a gap in the decorative stone screening to her right, her head reeled. Freezing to the spot, she uttered a sick moan of fear.

"Oh. hell...you're afraid of heights," a lazy drawl murmured. A pair of hands closed with firm reassurance round her whip-taut shoulders and eased her back from the parapet and the view that had made her stomach lurch to her soles. "I didn't think of that. Though I suppose I could keep you standing out here and persuade you to agree to just about anything. Sometimes it's such a challenge to be an honorable man."

Shielding her from the source of her mindless terror with his big powerful frame, Inuyasha propelled her back indoors at speed. Appalled by the attack of panic which had thrown her off balance, Kagome broke free of him then, on legs shaking like cotton wool pins, and bit out accusingly, "What would you know about honor?"

"The Greek male can be extremely sensitive on that subject. Think before you speak," Inuyasha murmured in chilling warning.

Kagome stared at him in surprise. Inuyasha stared levelly back at her, golden eyes terrifyingly cold.

And it tore her apart just at that moment to learn that she couldn't bear him to look at her like that. As if she was just anybody, as if she was nobody, as if he didn't care whether she lived or died.

"You get more nervy every time I see you"' Inuyasha remarked with cruel candor. "Paler, thinner too. I thought you were pretty tough, but you're not so tough under sustained pressure. Your stress level is beginning to show."

Color sprang into Kagome's cheeks, highlighting the feverish look in her gaze. "You're such a bastard sometimes," she breathed unevenly.

"And within itself, that's strange. I've never been like this with a woman before. There are times when I aim to hurt you and I shock myself," Inuyasha confided, without any perceptible remorse.

Yet he still looked so unbelievably good to her, and that terrified her. She couldn't drag her attention from that lean, strong face, no matter how hard she tried. She couldn't forget what that silky black hair had felt like beneath her fingertips. She couldn't stop herself noticing that he was wearing what had inexplicably become the color she liked best on him. Silver-grey, the suit a spectacular fit for that magnificent physique. And how had she forgotten the way that vibrant aura of raw energy compelled and fascinated her? Cast into deeper shock by the raging torrent of her own frantic thoughts, Kagome felt an intense sense of her own vulnerability engulf her in an alarming wave.

"Relax...I've got a decent proposal to put on the table before lunch," Inuyasha purred, strolling soundlessly forwards to curve a confident arm round her rigid spine and guide her across the hall into a dining-room. "Trust me...I think you'll feel like you've won the National Lottery."

"Why won't you just leave me alone?" Kagome whispered, taking in the table exquisitely set for two, the waiting trolley that indicated they were not to be disturbed.

"Because you don't want me to. Even the way you just looked at me..." Inuyasha vented a soft husky laugh of very masculine appreciation. "You really can't look at me like that and expect me to throw in the towel."

"How did I look?"

"Probably much the same way that I look at you," he conceded, uncorking a bottle of champagne with a loud pop and allowing the golden liquid to foam expertly down into two fluted glasses. "With hunger and hostility and resentment. I am about to wipe out the last two for ever."

Inuyasha slotted the moisture-beaded glass between her taut fingers. Absorbing her incomprehension, he dealt her a slashing smile. "The rumour that Taisho Inuyasha cannot compromise is a complete falsehood. I excel at seeing both points of view and a period of reflection soon clarified the entire problem. The solution is very simple."

Kagome frowned uneasily. "I don't know what you're driving at..."

"What is marriage? Solely a legal agreement." Inuyasha shrugged with careless elegance but she was chilled by that definition. "Once I recognized that basic truth, I saw with clarity. I'll make a deal with you now that suits us both. You sign a prenuptial contract and I will marry you..."

"S-say that again," Kagome stammered, convinced she was hallucinating.

Inuyasha rested satisfied eyes on her stunned expression. "The one drawback will be that you won't get the public kudos of being my wife. We will live apart much of the I'm in London and I want you here, you will stay in this apartment. I own this entire building. You can have it all to yourself, complete with a full complement of staff and security. The only place we will share the same roof will be on my island in Greece. How am I doing?"

Kagome's hand was shaking so badly, champagne was slopping onto the thick, ankle-deep carpet. Was he actually asking her to marry him? Had she got that right or imagined it? And, if she was correct and hadn't misunderstood, why was he talking about them living apart? And what had that bit been concerning 'public kudos'? Her brain was in a hopelessly confused state of freefall.

Inuyasha took her glass away and set it aside with his own. He pressed her gently down onto the sofa behind her and crouched down at her level to scan her bewildered face.

"If a marriage license is what it takes to make you feel secure and bring you to my bed, it would be petty to deny you," Inuyasha informed her smoothly. "But, since our relationship will obviously not last for ever, it will be a private arrangement between you and I alone."

Kagome stopped breathing and simply closed her eyes. He had hurt her before but never as badly as this. Was her reputation really that bad? In his eyes, it evidently was, she registered sickly. He didn't want to be seen with her. He didn't want to be linked with her. He would go through the motions of marrying her only so long as it was a 'private arrangement'. And a temporary one.

Cool, strong hands snapped round her straining fingers as she began to move them in an effort to jump upright. "No...think about it, don't fly off the handle," Inuyasha warned steadily. "It's a fair, realistic, what-you-see-is-what-you-get offer—"

"A mockery!" Kagome contradicted fiercely. And that had to be the most awful moment imaginable to realize that she was very probably in love with Inuyasha. It was without doubt her lowest hour. Devastated to suspect just how and why he had come to possess this power to tear her to emotional shreds, Kagome was shorn of her usual fire.

"Be reasonable. How do I bring Toutosai's former mistress into my family and demand that they accept her as my wife?" Inuyasha enquired with the disorientating cool of someone saying the most reasonable, rational things and 'expecting a fair and understanding hearing'. "Some things one just does not do. How can I expect my family to respect me if I do something I would kill any one of them fordoing? The family looks to me to set an example."

Kagome still hadn't opened her eyes, but she knew at that instant how a woman went off the rails and killed. There was so much pain inside her and so much rage—at her, at him— she didn't honestly know how she could contain it. A mistress within a marriage that nobody would ever know about, because she was too scandalous and shameful woman to deserve or indeed expect acceptance within the lofty Taisho clan...that was what he was offering. "I feel sick..." Kagome muttered raggedly. "No, you do not feel sick," Inuyasha informed her with resolute emphasis.

"I... feel... sick!"

"The cloakroom is across the hall." Inuyasha withdrew his strong hands from hers in a stark demonstration of disapproval. Only when he did so did she realize how tightly she had been holding onto him for support. The inconsistency of such behavior in the midst of so devastating a dialogue appalled her. "I didn't expect you to be so difficult about this. I can appreciate that you're a little disappointed with the boundaries I'm setting, but when all is said and done. It is still a marriage proposal!"

"Is it?" Kagome queried involuntarily, and then, not trusting herself to say anything more, she finally, mercifully made it into the sanctuary of the cloakroom. She locked the door and lurched in front of a giant minor that reflected a frightening stranger with the shocked staling eyes of tragedy, pallid cheeks and a horribly wobbly mouth. You do not love that swine—do you hear me? She mouthed with menace at the alien weak creature in the reflection, The only thing you're in love with is his body! She knew as much about love as a fourteen-year-old with a crush! And she could not imagine where that insane impulsive idea that she might love such a unreconstructed pig could've come from...it could only have been a reaction to overwhelming shock.

She wanted to scream and cry and break things and she knew she couldn't, so she hugged herself tight instead and paced the floor. As there was a great deal of floor available, in spite of the fact it was only a cloakroom, but that was not a problem. He's prepared to give you a whole blasted building to yourself. But then he does like his own space. He's prepared to do virtually anything to get you into bed except own up to you in public. Love and hate. Two sides of the same coin. A cliché but the brief, terrifying spasm of that anguished love feeling had now been wholly obliterated by loathing and a desire to hit back and hurt that was ferocious. A marriage proposal? A bitter laugh erupted from Kagome. Inuyasha was still planning to use her, still viewing her as a live toy to be acquired at any cost for his bedroom. And evidently her reluctance had sent what he was prepared to pay for that pleasure right through the roof! Grimacing, she could not help thinking about the two men before Inuyasha who had most influenced her life. Her father and Toutosai. For once she thought about her father without sentimentality...

Russ had gambled away her earnings and finally abandoned her, leaving her to work off his debts. Toutosai had stolen three years of her life and destroyed her reputation. How often had she sworn since never to allow any man to use her for his own ends again? Like a bolt from the blue an infinitely more ego-boosting scenario flashed into Kagome's mind. She froze as the heady concept of turning the tables occurred to her. What if she were to do the using this time around?

Didn't she require a husband to inherit a share of her godmother's estate? When she had heard that news, she had taken disappointment on the chin. She had not foreseen the remotest possibility of a husband on the horizon, and the concept of looking for one with the sole object of collecting that inheritance had made her cringe. Only no longer did Kagome feel so nice in her notions. Inuyasha had done that to her. He was a corrupting influence and no mistake. He had distressed her, humiliated her, harassed her, not to mention committed the ultimate sin of taking the holy bond of matrimony and twisting it into a sad, dirty joke.

Inuyasha saw her as an ambitious, money-grabbing bimbo without morals. No doubt he despised what he saw. He probably even despised his own obsessive hunger to possess her. The marriage, if it could be called such, wouldn't last five minutes beyond the onset of his boredom.

But what if she were to take the opportunity to turn apparent humiliation into triumph? She could break free of everything that had ruined her life in recent years. That debt to Inuyasha, a career and a life she hated, Inuyasha himself. If she had the courage of her convictions, she could have it all. Yes, she really could. She could marry him and walk out on him six months later. She pictured herself breezily throwing Inuyasha a cheque and telling him no, she didn't need his money, she now had her own. She looked back in the mirror and saw a killer bimbo with a brain and not a hint of tears in her eyes any more.

Kagome was surprised to find Inuyasha waiting in the hall when she emerged.

"Are you OK?" he enquired, as if he really cared.

Her lip wanted to curl but she controlled it. The rat. An extraordinarily handsome rat, but a rat all the same.

"I was working out my conditions of acceptance." Kagome flashed him a bright smile of challenge. Inuyasha tensed.

"I'll need to be sure I will feel like a Lottery winner at the end of this private arrangement," she told him for good measure.

Inuyasha frowned darkly. "My lawyer will deal with such things. Do you have to be so crude?"

Crude? My goodness, hadn't he got sensitive all of a sudden? He didn't want to be forced to dwell on the actual cost of acquiring her. And even if she didn't go for the whole package, and indeed considered herself insulted beyond belief, it was quite a hefty cost on his terms, Kagome conceded grudgingly. A marriage license as the ultimate assurance of financial security—the lifestyle of a very wealthy woman and no doubt a very generous final settlement at the end of the day.

Mulling over those points, Kagome decided that he certainly couldn't accuse her of coming cheap, but she was entranced to realize that Inuyasha had no desire to be reminded of that unlovely fact. Just like everybody else, it seemed, Taisho Inuyasha preferred to believe that he was wanted for himself. She stored up that unexpected Achilles' heel for future reference.

Kagome widened her beautiful eyes at his words. "I thought you admired the upfront approach?"

"I brought you here to celebrate a sane and sensible agreement, not to stage another argument."

With that declaration, heated golden eyes watched her flick her spectacular mane of ebony hair over her slim shoulders and stayed to linger on her exquisite face. As his intent appraisal slowly arrowed down over the deep shadowy vee of her neckline, Kagome stiffened. At an almost pained pace of ever-deepening lust, his appreciative gaze wandered on down to take in the full effect of her slim hips and incredibly long legs. "No, definitely not to have another argument," Inuyasha repeated rather hoarsely.

"If your idea of celebration encompasses what I think it might, I'm afraid no can do." Kagome swept up her glass of champagne with an apologetic smile pasted on her lips and drank deep before continuing at a fast rate of knots, "I'll share your bed on our wedding night, but not one single second, minute, hour or day before. I suggest that we have lunch —"

"Lunch?" Inuyasha repeated flatly. "We might as well do lunch because we are not about to do anything else," Kagome informed him dulcetly.

"Theos...come here," Inuyasha groaned. He hauled her resisting frozen length into his arms.

"Why are you always so set on punishing me?" He gave her a frustrated little shake, golden eyes blazing over her mutinous expression. "Why do you always feel the need to top everything I do and turn every encounter into a fight? That is not a womanly trait. Why cannot you just one time give me the response I expect?"

"I suppose I do it because I don't like you," Kagome admitted, with the kind of impulsive sincerity that was indisputably convincing.

In an abrupt movement, Inuyasha's powerful arms dropped from her again. He actually looked shocked. "What do you mean you don't like me?" he grated incredulously. "What sort of a thing is that to say to man who has just asked you to marry him?"

"I wrote two whole pages on the subject last week...all the things I don't like...but why should you let that bother you? You're not interested in what goes on inside my head...all you require is an available body!"

"You're overwrought, so I won't make an issue of that judgment." Inuyasha frowned down into her beautiful face with the suggestion of grim self-restraint. "Let's have lunch."

As she sat down at the table Kagome murmured sweetly. "One more little question. Are you planning to generously share yourself between Natalie Cibaud and me?"

Inuyasha glared at her for a startled second. "Are you out of your mind?"

"That's not an answer—"

Inuyasha flung aside his napkin, golden eyes glittering hard and bright as diamonds. "Of course I do not intend to conduct a liaison with another woman while I am with you." He intoned in a charged undertone.

Relaxing infinitesimally, Kagome said flatly, "So when will the big event be taking place?"

"The wedding? As soon as possible. It will be very private."

"I think it is so sweet that you had not a single doubt that I would say yes." Kagome stabbed an orange segment with vicious force.

"If you want me to take you to bed to close that waspish mouth, you're going the right way."

Looking up, Kagome clashed with gleaming golden eyes full of warning. She swallowed convulsively and colored, annoyed that she was unable to control her own fierce need to attack him.

"You told me yourself that the one offer you would settle for is marriage. I have delivered...stop using me as target practice."

Kagome tried to eat then, but she couldn't. All appetite had ebbed, so she tried to make conversation, but it seemed rather too late for that. Inuyasha now exuded brooding dissatisfaction. She saw that she had already sinned. He had expected to pour a couple of glasses of champagne down her throat and sweep her triumphantly off to bed. She felt numb, for once wonderfully untouched by Inuyasha 's incredibly powerful sexual presence.

"Are you aware that all those rumors about you and I have actually re-launched my career?" she murmured stiffly.

"Today was your swansong. I don't want you prancing down a catwalk half-naked and I don't want you working either," Inuyasha framed succinctly.

"Oh," Kagome almost whispered, because it took so much effort not to scream.

"Be sensible...naturally I want you to be available when I'm free."

"Like a harem slave—"

" Kagome..." Inuyasha growled.

"Look, I've got a ripping headache," Kagome confessed abruptly and, pushing her plate away, stood up. "I want to go home."

"This will be your home in London soon,"he reminded her drily.

"I don't like weird pictures and cold tiled floors and dirty great empty rooms with ugly geometric furniture...I don't want to live in a building with about ten empty floors below me!" Kagome flung, her voice rising shrilly.

"You're just overexcited—"

"Like one of your racehorses?"

With a ground-out curse, Inuyasha slung his napkin on the table and, thrusting his chair back, sprang to his full commanding height. As he reached for her she tried to evade him, but he simply bent and swept her up into his powerful arms and held her tight.

"Kagome...why are you suddenly behaving like a sulky child?"

"How dare—?"

In answer, Inuyasha plunged his mouth passionately hard down on hers and smashed his primal passage through every barrier. Her numbness vanished. He kissed her breathless until she was weak and trembling with tormented need in his arms. Then he looked down at her, and he stared for a very long while.

The silence unnerved her, but she was too shaken by the discovery that even a few kisses could reduce her to wanton compliance to speak.

His bronzed face utterly hard and impassive, he finally murmured flatly, "I'll call the car for you and I'll be in touch. I don't feel like lunch now either."

Kagome registered his distance. The sense of rejection she felt appalled her. And she thought then. If I go through with this private arrangement, if I try to play him at his own game, I will surely tear myself apart...

No—no, she wouldn't, she told herself urgently, battening down the hatches before insidious doubt could weaken her determination. One way or another she would survive with her pride intact. Wanting Inuyasha was solely a physical failing. Ultimately she would overcome that hunger and look forward to the life she would have after him.
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