InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I'm Looking In ❯ You're Lost Little Girl ( Chapter 3 )

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Kagome has a talk with her father.

Excerpt:
�It hurts so much daddy. I love him and I want to be with him so bad, but he�s seeing someone else. Miroku said that it was after an email that I sent him, but I can�t think of which one! I want to see him so bad, I want to hold him and kiss him and love him, but I can�t. I didn�t think I�d ever feel so alone, so broken.�

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.23.2005 | Updated On: 08.23.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 3.8K | Status: Work In Progress

Inuyasha Tashio groaned and woke up, briefly wondering if the pounding he was hearing was in his head or if it was real. All doubt was erased when he heard his mothers voice float through the door.

“Inuyasha you get your ass out here right now.”

He slipped out of bed and found it a little ironic that his mother had no problem using her spare key to enter his loft, but she still knocked on his door. “You bellowed?” He asked as he opened the door to his mother.

“No, I called you like a lady, there's a difference.” Kohana said no sign of amusement in her voice.

“Mom, what do you want at,” He threw a glance over his shoulder. “Shit it's only midnight?”

Kohana glared at her son before grabbing onto his arm and hauling him out of his own bedroom. “Is she here?”

“Who?”

“Don't be smart.”

“No mom, Ayame isn't here.” Inuyasha said with a sigh, wincing as his mother's nails dug into his skin. “What's this all about anyway?”

Kohana all but threw him onto his couch before sitting down on the coffee table across from him. “Oh I don't know maybe that!” She exclaimed pointing at the mate mark that was still clearly visible on her son's chest. “I though Sesshomaru and I told you that if you weren't going to remain faithful to Kagome to release the bond.”

Inuyasha sighed, really not wanting to get into this with his mother when he had to be up in five hours. “Why are you guys so quick to blame this on me?”

“Because until you tell me otherwise I'm going to assume it is the fault of your stubborn Youkai side.” Kohana said. “Now why haven't you followed our instructions?”

“Maybe I have and it just hasn't faded on me yet.” Inuyasha snapped.

“Don't give me that bullshit.” Kohana all but growled at him. “I saw her mark and it's till the same.”

That caught Inuyasha by surprise more than his mother's swearing. “You saw Kagome?”

“Of course I saw her. She got home tonight and we all had to cover for you to tell her why you weren't there.” Kohana snapped.

Inuyasha's response was cut off by his phone ringing. He ignored it deciding to let the machine pick up, praying that it wasn't Ayame. “Inuyasha, its Sango. Miroku told Kagome what's been going on. Look, I think you need to talk to her about this. Call me later, provided Kohana hasn't killed you yet.”

The machine clicked off and Inuyasha buried his face in his hands, swearing loudly. His ears twitched as the sound of his mother standing and leaving the room met his ears. “Mom?”

Kohana stopped and look back at her son. “What?”

“How do I fix this?”

Kohana sighed and went back to her son, pulling him to her. “I don't know honey.”

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Kagome awoke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She scowled at the happy sound and pulled her pillow over her head. She fingered the corner of it while she bit her lip, willing the tears not to come. Unfortunately her tear ducts didn't respect her wishes and the tears fell freely.

She briefly cursed her own stupidity, wondering how she could have let herself think that Inuyasha would wait for her. She sighed and sat up, wiping angrily at her tears. She looked around her room and briefly laughed at the fact that it hadn't changed since she went to America.

She reached over onto her night stand and picked up the picture of her and Inuyasha. With an angry cry she heaved it across the room, feeling satisfied at the sound of the glass breaking. “What more could I do?” She screamed, falling to her knees.

She was grateful that the house was empty when she emerged from her room. She didn't really feel like explaining her sudden outburst to her mother. Kagome looked around the house, realizing that just like her bedroom, nothing had changed. Yet, she felt like a stranger in her own house.

With a sigh she grabbed a set of car keys and headed down the shrine steps. Her mother's car was there, telling Kagome that Akina must have gone shopping. For some reason her mother loved to walk to and from the grocery store, even though her shoulders would ache constantly afterwards.

Kagome climbed into the car, not really knowing where she wanted to go, but just needing to be out of the confines of the house and her painful memories. But as she drove she realized there weren't too many places she could go that wouldn't bring back a memory of Inuyasha.

She punched the steering wheel and quickly turned left, successfully cutting off two other cars. She briefly wondered if she caused an accident. She drove through the quiet streets before pulling up to the curb and shutting off the engine. She hadn't been here since the night of graduation, and while that night brought shivers to her body and made her stomach flip it also made tears prick her eyes.

She climbed out and pushed open the gates of the cemetery, wandering down the familiar path until she reached her fathers grave. She sat down across from the tombstone, noticing the fresh flowers and how the stone was clean of any dirt.

“Hey dad.” Kagome began, feeling a little silly to be talking to a tombstone. “It's been awhile since I last came to see you, but I was in America. I have a degree now, I'm thinking of working with kids. I hope you'd be proud of me, I worked so hard to get where I am.”

Kagome laughed bitterly at that. “A lot of good it did me though.” She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them tightly. “I don't know if you remember Inuyasha, he was the little Hanyou that I was friends with in school, you met him a few times. Well we stayed friends the whole time, just like you said that we would.

“We kind of became more than friends. We became mates, which is like a Youkai marriage. It happened in my senior year. I was so happy back then daddy. I left for America a few months later, but the time that I did have with him, it was the best I could ever ask for.

“I left for school and I felt like I was leaving a piece of me behind. I missed him so much; I didn't think it was possible for a person to feel that much pain in their heart. The only thing I looked forward to every break was seeing him. I came home just to see him. He visited me a few times in America and God they were amazing times. But when I came home for good.”

Kagome sobbed and hugged her knees tighter. “It hurts so much daddy. I love him and I want to be with him so bad, but he's seeing someone else. Miroku said that it was after an email that I sent him, but I can't think of which one! I want to see him so bad, I want to hold him and kiss him and love him, but I can't. I didn't think I'd ever feel so alone, so broken.”

Kagome raised her head and wiped at her tears, her eyes drifting over to the left. The large statue not far from her father's grave caught her attention and after a whispered promise to visit again soon she walked over to it.

This statue had been the reason for her and Inuyasha's visit here six years ago. Kagome traced the lettering of Inuyasha's father's name. A breeze picked up around her, much as it had the first time she had seen this grave. For some reason she felt comforted by the caress. She smiled and closed her eyes, thinking about how the wind seemed to be talking to her, saying her name.

“Kagome?”

Kagome's eyes snapped open and her head whipped around to the owner of the voice. Her eyes widened at the sight of Inuyasha standing to her right. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at him. He looked the same, his hair was a little longer, his facial features a little sharper, but he was still gorgeous.

She quickly straightened and took a step back. “I'm sorry, I was just visiting my dad's grave and thought I should pay my respects while I was here.”

Inuyasha held up a hand. “It's alright; you don't have to make up any excuses.”

“Look I should go.” Kagome said. “It was good seeing you.”

Inuyasha rushed forward and grabbed her arm. “Kagome I…” He trailed off as she turned.

Kagome gasped as she suddenly found her lips crushed against his. Her hands instantly flew to his hair, burying them in the silky strands. Inuyasha moaned and cocked his head, changing not only the angle, but the intensity of the kiss. Kagome had never experienced anything like this kiss. Her toes were curling in her shoes and her legs were quickly turning to jelly.

Inuyasha's arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her tightly against her, putting everything he had into the kiss. Every feeling of love and longing into that kiss. It was as if he was trying to put every missed day, hour, minute and second into that kiss.

His lips were suddenly torn from hers as she shoved away from him with a sob. “I can't do this.” She whispered and ran away from him.

Inuyasha stood there, the breeze wafting her scent around him. While he could smell her sadness and her tears, he couldn't help but smell the lingering scent of her arousal. Maybe there's hope for us yet. He thought, watching her figure disappear over the hill.

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AN: Okay no one can complain about me not updating LOL. I might even have one more chapter to put up tonight; if not there will definitely be one tomorrow. I have so many ideas and what not flowing through me, so expect quite a few updates over the next few days.

Thank you to the following reviewers:

ofcourseit'ssagittariusgr, AimzyJ (She's not going to die, but she'll be out of the picture soon enough ;))

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or the characters of Rumiko Takahashi. I do own the plot of this story along with any original characters that may make an appearance.