InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I My Me ❯ Desecrations of Teasing ( Chapter 2 )

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Enough of my ramblings, here is Desecrations of Teasing. Please read, review and ENJOY! ~Shilley

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"So honey," Ume murmured, with her eyes fixated on the inexpensive marble counter top as she patiently removed her groceries from the white market bags. "What brings you home?" She asked, flashing her chocolate eyes over Kagome. Shedding a smile in the process.

"Oh, I just got tired of being bit-" Kagome bit her tongue, as she hopped up on the counter top, bracing her palms against the cool surface. Feeling her cheeks darken slightly, she continued her reasoning. "Alone all of the time, and having my room-mates irritating me all the time, aswell." The youth sighed, placing a delicate smile across her lips.

"Kagome, what happened to that little friend of yours?" Her mother rambled, turning on the woman waved her finger about, flicking her short, raven hair from her eyes. "You know the one? Sango?" Furrowing her brows, she nodded to herself. "That was the one."

Kagome sat there, loosing herself in the spiraling patterns of the wall paper that hung in sheets over the opposing wall. It's small lighthouses arranged in sizable decline, then back up again to a near enormous state. Distractedly, the girl answered feeling her insides twist into numb and placid waters. Leading to nothing more than a scowl biting at her lower lip. "Sango has work, and she has a new boyfriend, from what I hear, anyway."

Her tone was dry, as cottonmouth when it sweeps over the tongue in a bath of sand to cover the everlasting horizon.

"Really." Ume stated rather than inquired. Turning her attention back to the assault of her canned and freshly bought vegetables, she fluttered about towards the steel walled sink. "What's his name? Is he nice, dear?" She wrinkled her brow, increasing the appearance of her crow's feet near her large eyes.

"I never met him, and I don't know his name either." Kagome sighed, pushing herself back to her feet. Only to find herself loosing balance upon sock clad feet that didn't agree with the slick tiles. With a strained gasp, she latched on to the closest object for stability. "Sango never told me about him until today, when class was over no less." She growled, retracting her hold around a smooth, and polished chair post.

With a heaving sigh, Ume turned around to face her daughter, bracing her knuckles upon the rim of the sink. Drawling out her effeminate voice as any mother would do just to crawl under your skin. "Now, " She licked her lips, only to purse them. "Honey, do you think a real friend would keep something like that from you?" Her tone scratched in her throat as she constricted it into an octave higher. "I've had my doubts about that girl since day one."

"Mama," Kagome lifted a hand to knit her fingers along the crease of her brow as she sighed. Brushing back her bangs to the top of her forehead in a jumbled bunch she rolled her silver eyes. "Let's not talk about this right now." She winced with a substantial groan that could be heard around the entire house. "I didn't come home to be berated about my choice of friends."

"Well, sweetheart I was just saying." Ume scowled, raising her head in a pompous manner. Shaking her head, she picked up a knife from the dish drainer, and reached over to her left for the cutting board. "Just because I care about you, you don't have to bite my head off Kagome, I would expect it from your sister but not you." She moped, stringing along a façade of fallacious guilt. "But I suppose, that's all right, it comes with growing up I guess." She shrugged her crème sweater covered shoulders, and perked her brows.

Kagome widened her eyes, as she turned away. Her jaw clenched and unclenched beneath her rosy flesh, her eyes pinned to an oversized painting of fruit that she had no idea why in seven hells her mother would have. "Please, Mama." The youth's eyes sipped closed sheltering her from the horrid site. "Stop." She breathed, glowering as she averted her eyes over her shoulder. "If it helps any, I'm doing well in school. I have a mid term coming up, and I don't have class for another four days. So, I'll be able to stay here if you want and then we can talk." Kagome quirked a smile, as all of the oxygen in her lungs was exhaled.

Ume licked the interior lining of her jaw. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, with a indomitable look in here eyes as well as her facial expression. As if determining her emotions, she swayed the knife about in her right hand. Eyes never leaving the cutting board now adorned with small pieces of persimmon. "That would be lovely, if it's not asking too much of your precious social time."

Kagome rolled the thought over her head briefly, then snorted in amusement. "What social life?" She asked herself, though as she freighted, her mother heard her. Causing an unnecessary shudder to ring down her spine as Ume's vocal's chimed.

"You know, are you still dating that Hakudoshi boy?" She grinned, and began rambling to herself. "He was always an adorable boy, you know that honey? I swear the way that you two were connected at the hip, I would have expected you to be married? Oh.." Ume sighed in contentment, not realizing that Kagome had slipped out of the kitchen as soon as the name of the formidable ex boyfriend's name was aforementioned. "Kagome?" The elder woman turned around, resting her hands upon her hips as the acute knife jutted out. "Well, that was exceptionally rude."

Kagome stood, back to the wall just outside of eyeshot of the kitchen door. Reveling in the moment of renounced silence that was refreshing, she closed her eyes dropping her head back on the ball of her neck. What in hell made me want to come back home? The girl wrinkled her brows. It was moments like this that she relished, the placid definitive of home life was such a joke. And she knew it. Mom's still insane, and Kikyo..well, she's still Kikyo. The youth's heavy lids fluttered as a yawn surmised from somewhere deep within her thin form, released into the open air.

"Mom's got you strung on a tight rope, no?" That damned raspy voice chuckled as he sashayed past the girl slumped so helplessly against the wall. The look on her face as she flinched at the reverberation in her ears, made him smile inwardly.

"Good god, Yash!" Kagome gritted, slapping him on the chest as he mocked her weak pride with his childish laughter. A clear spite shot through her veins, as she blew her bangs from her cut eyes. "What in hell do you think you're doing sneaking up on me like that?" She hissed. Keeping her tone in a hurried whisper, hoping not to get caught by her mother and have to sit through another verbal inquisition.

InuYasha stood there for a minute, with somewhat of a pensive expression laced around his rather feminine features. He took the liberty to wring his fingers around the ends of his dark bangs, that were lined with silver streaks. "I dunno really, I haven't had the chance to push your buttons in so long I forgot how good it felt." He smirked devilishly, drawing attention to his perverse smile.

Kagome rolled her eyes. Leaning into him just enough to feel his breath beating down on her face, she smiled tilting her head slightly. InuYasha's expression faltered, a bit taken back by her immediate closeness and gaped his lips expectantly. The lids of his mystified eyes lowered delicately, as the short girl propped herself upon the tips of her toes.

"InuYasha?" She murmured, placing her hands lightly upon his shoulders. Her voice was low and substantial, drawing out his name as her eyes mischievously fluttered to meet his charcoal ones. A smirk toyed with her lips, and knotted her fingers in his shirt, awaiting his answer.

"Huh?" The youth's voice cracked, "What is it Kagome?" He mumbled, licking the corner of his lip, absentmindedly drawing a hand up the small of her back. Resting just below the hem line of her hoodie, it crept upwards to touch bare flesh. The depths of his radiant eyes danced in her silver pools, soaking in her features as his breath clenched in his throat.

"Kagome, you need to take out the-Oh god!" Ume gasped, at the two startled youths before her. She had a look of utter disbelief written along her face, reaching up into her eyes. A hand was clutched onto her chest, as she tried to regain her breath. InuYasha and Kagome sprang apart, leaving rubious flushes upon both of their pallid cheeks. Immediately, the girl's arms were tossed in the air in her defense. Quickly, the startled expression on Ume's face had melted away leaving only a faint trace of humanity. She was pissed.

"Mama, it's not what it looks like!" Kagome pleaded, with a fit of laughter ringing in her voice. Something that was infectious enough to pass off her lie. "Really, it's not." She continued, side glancing InuYasha whom looked guiltier than sin. It really wasn't helping the matter. "I was just getting him back for startling me, is all Mama. I was gonna bite cheek, but he had to get all serious about it." She frowned, elbowing him in the stomach.

"Jesus, Kagome!" The ebony headed boy hissed, wincing as the air was knocked out of him. The feeling of his flesh burning more, beneath the intense scrutiny of Ume was starting to make his nerves shatter. It was plainly visible in his eyes. For the love of God, it was going to be one hell of a night.

Kagome scoffed at him briefly, before catching Kikyo waltzing around the corner of the hallway with a determined look lit upon her face. She held a piece of paper in her hands as she brushed passed the commotion as if it didn't exist. Ume glanced at her eldest daughter then back towards the younger, and sighed. "You and me, after dinner."

"What Mom?" Kikyo turned around, sniffling her nose clean of the mucus that had formed due to her small cold. Her thin brows were perked, as she flicked her sleek and flowing hair over her shoulder. "You need anything?" She asked almost innocently, lifting her eyes around to all of the faces that surrounded her. Suddenly, they narrowed into slits. "All right, what's going on?" She arched a brow, rested the hand with the paper upon her hip.

"Oh nothing honey, I just needed to discuss something of importance with Kagome." Ume plastered a fake smile along her lips, that rose with her cheeks. Upon receiving a quizzical look from Kikyo, Ume rolled her eyes and skidded back into the kitchen.

"You know, I'm not even going to ask." Kikyo chuckled softly, shaking her head lightly as she leaned forward. Pecking InuYasha on the cheek, she grinned inwardly. "I'm heading out after dinner to go to my dance rehearsal, and I'll be bunking for a couple of days." Her voice was monotone, while her eyes scanned over the crumpled piece of paper once again.

"All right, babe." Yash coughed to clear his head, drawing his body closer towards the wall. Crossing his legs, he cocked his head to the side, showering his shoulder with obsidian hair. "You know when you'll be back, eh?" He inquired softly, licking the corner of his lip as he glanced over at Kagome while she fiddled with her thin fingers.

"Um, yeah. I think I'll be back within the week." Kikyo stated, as she winked up at him. Brushing a hand over her regal dress, she straightened out the kinks and took off on her way. She called over her shoulder with a stuffed cough, "I'll call you though."

InuYasha nodded with a smile that worked his lips roughly; It was jagged and drugged. True, he was head over heels for Kikyo, but she'd been so involved in her own life, that it was relatively rare that he ever spent time with the girl. Though, he was lonely he couldn't bring himself to seek other interests or people. Which, in time, had served as the motive to set him into a mild depression. Three and a half years were spent working this relationship, but overall, it was exhausting to keep up with Kikyo.

Kagome knew it aswell, but to keep her promise to herself. She never mentioned that, nor what had happened pre Yash Akiko and Kikyo Higurashi. It wouldn't have been a good turn out at her funeral if she said something about all of the times that..No Kagome. She chastised herself. Pulling her body from the plaster apparel of the wall, the girl groaned quietly and sauntered off down the hall. You aren't going to get your head stuck in the fucking rain clouds again. Plus, you know mom would kill you for it.

Nearly an hour later, Ume had prepared dinner. The kitchen was set up as it always had been since Kagome could remember, five separate matching plates, matching glasses filled with whatever could be found to drink, and consume fully. All of it conveniently sorted out along the rectangular oak table top with paper towels as napkins.

Kikyo sat across the table from Sota, InuYasha next to her side. Ume was placed at the farthest end drinking her herbal tea while Kagome sat pushed into the seat in front of Yash's placing, slightly huddled away into the corner. Her side was plastered against the wall as the silence impregnated the air with an uneasy haze.

Swallowing down a bitter piece of meat, Kagome grimaced and quickly jutted a hand forward to grip her drink and guzzle it down. Her mother sucked in a sour breath as she watched her, "Is there anything wrong Kagome?"

"Uh-uh." The girl twitched relishing the cleansing taste of her soda. Thankfully, Ume had turned her attention towards the more important members of the family. Was it so wrong for her to feel jealous of Kikyo? Jealous of everything that her sister had, including the man, that she, Kagome Higurashi, had long before her?

Nonetheless, Kagome had to accept that her elder sibling was the epitome of perfection in her mother's eyes. Kikyo was regal, sleek, ethereal. Embellished with haunting charcoal eyes, porcelain skin, and a appetite for fashion and dance. Her embodiment wasn't mousy like her own, she believed anyway. How in hell can you compare to a majestic beauty like her?

Kagome frowned. It was true, and she was damned to be lonely minus the assaults that she pushed on InuYasha. She saw the way he looked at her sister, it was empty but no less lustful than she could remember. With a sigh, the grungy clad girl, shoved the small parcels of food around her glass plate, feeling eyes landing on her. She lifted her own upwards to meet Yash's. A blush settled on her cheeks as she averted her eyes back down towards the plate that seemed far more interesting. She didn't see the way that InuYasha's face fell into a frown.

Overall, dinner went of without a hitch. Now the only test left was confronting her mother after she finished scrubbing the grime covered dishes. Sota, though, had told her about a certain incident that happened not to long ago. It was shortly after the rest of the family had left to help Mistress Kikyo pack her things and shuttle her off into a week long oblivion. He had told her about how their sister had supported her, when their mother had been completely despondent and rueful about her. It sometimes amazed Kagome, not only that Kikyo cared about her, but she had enough strength to berate Ume.

Still, with the task at hand, the dark head girl was nervous about what argument would come next. Hopefully…

"Kagome?" Ume nearly whistled, pressing her hands within the warm confines of her sweater pockets.

"Yeah?" She answered weakly, shooting her mother a glance from over her shoulder. Mama doesn't look mad. That thought alone sent an unsettling chill down into the marrow in Kagome's bones. Even clothed in over sized attire she could still feel the frosty rush that radiated from her mother's aura.

"I wanted to ask you if you would keep your hands off of your sister's boyfriend." Her mother sighed, raising up and down on the backs of her heels. All the while staring at her daughter. She didn't seem phased, minus the slight tension that twitched in her shoulders. Hesitantly, Ume pressed the matter further than it needed to go. "I know that you and Yasha had a small little tryst when he and Kikyo were getting to know each other, and I don't want that to affect their happiness now."

Kagome pulled her arms, that were covered to the elbows in suddy water, out of the sink and shook of the condensation of small droplets of moisture. Causing a small ripple in the otherwise docile dish water. Turning around on her heels she pulled her sleeves back down to cover her hands. "Why do you say that I'm some sort of a desecration to this family?" Her silver eyes danced with the need to know the reason, needed to know why every time she came home it was like hell on her shoulders.

"Honey, I told you. I love you as any mother would love their child." Ume widened her eyes, scoffing slightly that her daughter would make such an accusation. "I'm just saying that InuYasha was talking about marriage not too long ago." The elderly woman smiled warmly, accentuating the dimples in her round face.

That's when Kagome's heart wrenched…