InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If You Are Not The One ❯ As Fucked Up As It All May Seem ( Chapter 16 )

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By: IYlover4ever
Kagome baby-sits Shippo...

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2008 | Updated On: 09.05.2008 | Pages: 6 | Words: 10.1K | Visits: 487 | Status: Work In Progress

 
IF YOU ARE NOT THE ONE
 
Chapter Sixteen: As Fucked Up As It All May Seem
 
And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've stretched myself beyond my means
And it's been awhile
Since I can say that I wasn't addicted
And it's been awhile
Since I can say I love myself as well
And it's been awhile
Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do
And it's been awhile
But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you
And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've gone and fucked things up again
Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day
And it's been awhile
Since I could look at myself straight
And it's been awhile
Since I said I'm sorry
And it's been awhile
Since I've seen the way the candles light your face
And it's been awhile
But I can still remember just the way you taste
And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem to be I know it's me
I cannot blame this on my father
He did the best he could for me
-Staind's It's Been a While-
 
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Amazed with her surroundings, Kagome's eyes gazed at the whole full floor high-rise and unique layout; getting themselves in every detail possible as they scanned about. It was definitely your typical rich guy's top floor apartment with a large flat screen and surround sound, a mini bar in one corner with an extraordinary collection of fine wines stored in locked cabinets, an island marble-made kitchen, luxurious leather couches, a fabulous rooftop terrace with incredible views of the city at night and especially with an amazing view overlooking the Takahashi building miles away from this one, a nice stereo system, a state-of-the-art fitness center, video conference and business office, a built in home theater, valet, and three bedrooms each with a walk out balcony. In miner words: It was pretty much mind blowing to say the least.
 
Getting back to her job, she mentally sat back on the couch where she had resided in since first stepping foot in her boss's condo. Kagome studied the little red headed kid before her that sat on the floor holding an x-box controller like as if his life depended on it; he, however, paid no attention to her inquisitive wondering eyes and the constant signing he kept hearing from his couch. Instead he frowned and sucked his teeth rudely. A discourteous gesture that his older sibling was responsible of teaching him, or so did Kagome presume, when realizing he had lost yet another match of martial arts; deciding it was time yet again for another game. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't beat his opponent.
 
They had not talked ever since Inuyasha had exited his apartment door. Not a single word was spoken but a short greeting consisting of two words or less. Sure Kagome had been polite and had introduced herself sweetly only to be ignored and left talking to herself while Shippo had not bothered to say a single word to this new girl after his cousin was out of sight, but had walked over to collapse down on the living room floor in front of a sixty inch plasma TV leaving her feeling unquestionably disregarded. Rule number one: never look directly into her eyes. Rule number two: show no sign of affection or interest. And rule number three: never underestimate your opponent. He had a couple of ideas in his mind and he knew exactly which one to use next, being an expert, he was good at annoying the hell out of anyone else besides Inuyasha.
 
It wasn't that Shippo didn't like her, since he knew nothing about her, but he most certainly refused to talk to her. Something he always did whenever it was time for meeting a new babysitter. His curiosity of knowing what they would do in order to buy him in, always got the best of him. He did thought, not failed in noticing this new girl looked a whole lot like Kikyou, founding her to be much prettier with her big certainly noticeable indigo eyes. But no matter how familiar she may look, that would not cut her off some slack. He still wanted to see how she would win him over, of course something he knew would take days or probably weeks. Not once had another one of his many babysitters survived a day with him having to say a single word or show gratitude towards them. Kagome shifted uncomfortable on the sofa, thinking of how to make her first approach.
 
The silent treatment, oh she knew this one well. “Shippo maybe you ought to—” Completely ignoring the fact that she had spoken to him, Shippo ran over to Inuyasha's stereo system and with the magic touch of a button he had the whole system blasting with punk rock music to all volume. Instantly the large surround sound speakers could be heard throughout the whole apartment, pleased with what he had done he sat back down in front of the TV. You have got to be kidding me! She jumped out of the sofa to turn off the music. Seeing how she had dismounted his favorite band, Shippo eyed her and dropped his controller at once.
 
He got up from the floor and walked over to the stereo in front of Kagome and turned it back on, smirking while crossing his arms over his chest, waiting to see how she would react. Getting frustrated and hating the way the music pounded in her ear drums to its fullest, she understood where he was getting at, and this time she decided to turn it off once more. But she was stopped as his smirk had vanished into thin air to be replaced with a scowl and a puckered brow. Okay, you little punk, you win this time. In the end, she turned the volume down but did not turn the stereo off like she would have preferred to. She heaved a sigh and walked over to the couch once more to continue watching him play his precious video games.
 
“I don't know you very well Shippo but you give me the impression that you like to play video games all day long.” To her, it seemed as if she were talking to the wall, as he failed in responding to her comment. He didn't even flinch but gazed hard at the TV.
 
She also stared at the flat screen and then to the back of his head as she spoke yet again. “My brother was your age once, and I remember when he used to play his playstation for six hours straight, I'm just amazed he didn't end up wearing glasses.” She giggled at the thought. Souta had always been a fan of video games but had always had some other kind of physical distraction to help him out. Shippo however, had not moved from the spot in which he sat on the floor for about four hours. And four hours for a little kid like Shippo was definitely no better than Souta's six hours of unstoppable fun.
 
He coughed and listened with slight interest allowing her to babble on. “You remind me of him you know, except that I used to join him at times when I was bored too. I'm pretty good myself, beat him every time.” She smiled proudly.
 
Shippo growled when his scored appeared on the screen, he was next to last. “Perhaps you should stop tackling him back and just sweep kick him to make your opponent fall flat on his face, then move backwards quickly before he wants to attack you fast.” Shippo did as told, wounding up with a much more improved score.
 
Kagome nodded her head in approval of his listening, realizing he was actually doing something she had suggested for him to do, and this motivated her on making other smart-witted advice. “When he lets out another punch, catch his arm and flipped him over. Or next time he lets out a punch, catch his arm, then flip him over but make sure he doesn't fall down, that way you can twist his body back so he'll end up falling upright. Another technique is to send out a round house kick and instantly knocking him down hard when he least expects it coming.” Shippo did exactly everything she had directed him to fallow and wound up with impressive scores, deciding his new babysitter was one hell of an instructor.
 
“Trust me; it's just a matter of not letting your guard down so easily.” She encouraged him on and he in fact nodded still concentrated on his TV, knowing she was entirely right. “Oh and umm, don't pick fights with the big guy yet, until you learn to kick everyone else's b-hind. First fight the vulnerable ones until you get to the biggest opponents. And before you know it, you'll know exactly how to kick ass without them kicking your rear first.”
 
“Cross your heart and hope to die?” Shippo paused his game and spoke for the first time that night, while looking straight into her eyes for extra support, his right eyebrow raised itself questioningly.
 
“Yeah kiddo, I promise.” She was just as enthusiastic as he was and if not more so.
 
“Hey miss, do you want to play?” He offered the first of his many babysitters to have actually known to follow his weak spot. Kagome had indeed done the impossible.
 
“Bring it on Kid.” She gladly took his challenge and he handed her a controller. And so they bonded for half an hour, smiling, laughing, joking and discussing about video games. Eventually, Kagome had asked him if he liked to do anything else besides video games and he agreed; telling her how much he loved to draw.
 
And without wasting time, he had gone over to his room dragging Kagome by hand to look at the collection of drawings masking taped on to his navy blue walls. He explained to her with pride the outcome of his creativity at school and how he was forbidden by Inuyasha to use any coloring tools in order to not make messes. Not that Inuyasha actually cleaned after himself, but that he hated just to imagine the possibilities.
 
On his walls were many colorful pictures, each neatly made, perfectly visual and extremely easy to comprehend. The pictures were mostly of him and other people like Inuyasha, Miroku, and Sango. “You have a beautiful talent Shippo.” She mumbled while gazing wide-eyed about the room.
 
In one drawing, she had approached; she studied what was happening, and which apparently was about how he had played video games that day with a sketched version of Inuyasha and Miroku. In another, Kagome saw a funeral kind of scene, where all his animated people where wearing black and how among them stood a red headed kid with a animated tear drop falling down his colorless cheeks. There were tons of drawings that symbolized how he felt or that told what he had done that day. Shippo seemed to have a talent, a gift at sketching whatever he saw and to describe how he was feeling.
 
Kagome walked around his bedroom, bewildered and stupefied with how well this cute short kid was able to put a crazy adventure into a thin material consisting of flat sheets, engraving memories of his, under various circumstances. Basically, he had a collection of documents relating to a particular issue or subject.
 
Many drew her attention and impressed her; showing strong and deep felt emotions in a supposed comical sort of way, and only a few drawings made her laugh as if she knew what had happened that day in Shippo's life by just looking at an ordinary blank piece of paper with drafted characters. In one particular image, she saw how Shippo had been belittled by a group of boys around his age, making him crouch on the floor theoretically crying. Something strong moved Kagome's insides as the vivid image or expression in the mind of how something had happened in real life was more than it seemed.
 
And among all those pictures, there was one particular one that made Kagome want to know more about than any other. There was a picture of a woman, Inuyasha and Shippo; and Kagome really wanted to know who that woman had been, but decided to put it in the back of her mind. The bells from the grandfather clock that was stationed over in the living room went off, indicating another hour had passed by. Kagome jumped in front of the pictures and exited Shippo's room in search of finding the little red-head kid that had been with her just a minute ago. Where did you disappear to now?...She wondered and went off looking for him. In due course she did find him, in the kitchen, eating from a new freshly-opened bag of potato chips.
 
He walked over to her and generously offered chips by extending the bag of chips towards her, which she gladly accepted by taking one or two from the bag. “It's getting awfully late, what time does Inuyasha usually get home.” She asked while stuffing her mouth.
 
“Sometimes, he doesn't come home till I'm already asleep.” Kagome was taken back at this, wondering where on earth he had gone to and why he always leaved this kid unsympathetically in the care of a stranger.
 
“Have you normally eaten dinner at around this time?” She questioned him sweetly while bending down on her knees to his height, curiously watching him devour half the large potato chip bag.
 
“Nope.”
 
“Are you hungry?”
 
“Yup.”
 
“Gotcha...now how about I take a look and see what Inuyasha keeps in that fridge.” Immediately she stood up and walked over to the refrigerator before finding out there was only expired dairy products and left over Chinese. Partly surprised, she opened the many pantries and found boxes of instant noodle cups, discovering Inuyasha probably only feeds the poor kid microwavable junk food. Why am I not surprised? She mentally questioned herself.
 
Kagome looked over at Shippo and smiled at him half heartedly, not sure he would be up to it. “How about you and I go out to eat pizza?”
 
“Okay Miss.” He said at once, a smile endearing his cute chubby cheeks.
 
"Great, it's a date!" She applauded and his cheeks magically turned crimson.
 
Shippo was doubtful for a second, having second thoughts. "Miss, won't Inuyasha get angry if he finds out we're not home?"
 
“Cheer up kiddo, neither of us will tell him anything and since I doubt he will be back before we are, we might as well get ourselves something good to eat. Besides, he never said anything about not visiting that pizza place across the street."
 
"Okay, if you say so Miss, but remember, this was your idea." He point a finger at her and washed his hands from taking part in any future trouble they might get themselves in.
 
Kagome smiled at his expected lack of trust. "Hey just you hold on a minute there little guy. I promise you can count on me for anything, including taking the blame if we do get caught. And you know what else Shippo, since we are no longer strangers, how about you call me Sakura?” She offered a slice of friendship to have him trust her and think of her as a friend and not just as a babysitter in return.
 
He nodded blushing slightly at the fact she was trying to befriend him, and that she was a very pretty girl, he never got along with any girls, end of story. The only female friend that he currently had was Sango, but he wasn't complaining since she pretty much spoiled him rotten and he had a feeling this new girl would not be an exception.
 
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Hours had passed by fast like running water and Inuyasha was still not home; worried that something might have happened to him, Kagome tried calling his cell phone numerous times, but the calls just wouldn't go through like she had expected them to all thanks to the bad weather. Sango and Miroku were unreachable since their phones were off all night, and in the end there was no possible way to reach him and Kagome was not about to go home and leave Shippo on his own. She had once or twice thought about taking a taxi home with the kid, but the image of Inuyasha insulting her for not doing as he had instructed her to stay home by all means until he got back, was not comforting her the slightest bit.
 
The hammering rain pounded on the glass wall of Inuyasha living room, bucketing of raindrops fell from heaven punishing man and woman alike for disobeying authorities. The silent pitch blackness of nightfall was only unstable by the provisional flash of a lightning bolt evaporating into thin air. But the perpetual booming of a loud rumbling noise caused by the rapid expansion of air suddenly heated by lightening was later expected. And the lightning flashing all about and thunder crashing overhead was making Kagome's skin jump at the sudden clamor and although her eyes were tightly shut and her mind was wondering miles away, she shivered and her skin crawled with goose bumps on its own.
 
Waiting for Inuyasha to come home, she had fallen asleep making her wait endless. Not until midnight had come around, that the front door to Inuyasha's apartment magically flung open.
 
And at that exact second the grandfather clock beat midnight, and Kagome's eyes burst open and with a silent scream she awoke in the dark covered in cold sweat, panting and gasping for air. Her nightmare had been so real, almost too real. She still lay on the couch not wanting to be seen or questioned, and so she closed her eyes still breathing deeply, pretending to still be asleep.
 
Looking around the condo as if expecting someone to be up at the dead of night, he flicked a switch next to the door making every light bulb in his house come to life.
 
Kagome who had fallen asleep on the couch in a thick blanket, which she had gotten from a closet, squirmed about because the light was disturbing her supposed sleep.
 
After realizing she was not awakening anytime soon, he took off his shoes at the entrance of the door and his soaked jacket was carelessly thrown on the coat closet. He walked over to his favorite snug armchair holding a Glamour magazine rolled in his hands like a newspaper, and dropped dead down on the leather settee hoping to feel as relaxed as the woman resting comfortably on his loveseat. Dropping the entertainment article on the floor, he hunched over with his face buried in his hands wondering if for once in their fucking lives could the tabloids not break out their collective excavation equipment and plumb new depths of his sadly spiraling life for the whole world to read about.
 
He picked up the magazine on the floor that resided next to his foot, fully sitting back up-right in order to get a much closer look at the cover of himself and a young woman no younger than her early twenties. He held it in his right hand firmly and rubbed his right temple with his other. Not wanting to continue wasting time, he hurried in flipping straight away to page twenty four and glance hard over at the self-control-lacking picture of a handsome young man, exiting a famous club with another expected woman in his arms. He figured the picture was taken from afar for the face of the woman was way too blurry and not visual enough to see that she was the same person who now switched positions on his couch with her back facing him.
 
In this article; they talked about how he, heir to a multi-millionaire empire, was not exactly known for keeping his exploits with high-profile women to himself. Saying how this woman in the picture was none other than Yura, the supposed daughter of a famous but bank-robbed so called business man, whom she was never actually proven to be another of his many actual offspring's.
 
Glamour, a well-known and illustrious magazine of up-to-date celebrities; that owned paparazzi stalking him twenty four hours a day, was always waiting to get a headline about his constant supposed and alleged snuggle-bunnies with a contemporary secretary of his. Oh how they loved to laugh at his face and publish made-up stories about his personal scandals; knowing perfectly well that the stories would likely provide more ammunition to his older half brother, who did not accepted Inuyasha to be involved with countless humiliations and everyday gossip to bring disgrace to the family name. Damn those reporters and paparazzi who probably camped everyday somewhere outside near his apartment waiting to get another picture of himself and a female stranger.
 
And at the bottom of the article it said; once again we see the spouseless bachelor and Takahashi heir, showing his father instincts to his much younger cousin as together they walked to one of his collective sports cars ready for another busy day. Read about this and more in regards of our favorite famous hottie on page twenty six.
 
Inuyasha angrily threw the magazine somewhere far off to a corner of his spaced-out living room, not willing to read anymore shit about himself or anything else concerning Shippo of all people in his life to ruin the kid's image. Speaking of who, he wasn't expecting of being watched by when he noticed a dark figure standing behind the hallway, his tiny head peeking out every once in a while to see what Inuyasha was up to. “Ship, just go to sleep already. You should have been asleep hours ago.” He insisted the kid in blue pajama pans and shirt to go to bed.
 
“I couldn't go back to sleep.” He commented while his eyes were fixed on his slippers, knowing well he was supposed to be asleep hours ago.
 
From where he sat a couple feet away, he gawked at his younger sibling like a hawk. “Did you have that same nightmare again?” He asked and Shippo just stood there shrugging his shoulders wordless. Tonight it was raining and whenever it rained, Shippo always had the same nightmare about the night his parents had been killed in front of his eyes. When sober, Inuyasha would normally comfort him or sleep in the big sofa with Shippo in the loveseat. But seeing how Inuyasha was not sober and how his babysitter for the night was dead on the couch, he knew there was no other alternative but to head for his own bed.
 
Inuyasha waited for Shippo to just forget about the dream and go back to his room but Shippo did not move from where he stood but stared longingly at the babysitter on the couch as if wishing he were there instead. “Go to bed sport.”
 
Shippo nodded but still refused to move foot and his eyes looked for Inuyasha's for a second indicating there was something bugging him and that he just wanted to come out with it. “I-I, well…kids in school say that you're a bad influence for me. That's not true right?”
 
Inuyasha didn't say anything, he had also been thinking about the same thing, speculating whether he truly was a bad example to the point where even little kids that knew nothing about him thought he wasn't a good role model. “I don't know…maybe I am Kid.”
 
“But I don't think you are…” Shippo declared, hoping he would change his mind.
 
Inuyasha let out a deep audible breath of sheer weariness. “Did you have fun today or did you not speak to her all day?” He asked as if knowing well the childish things Shippo had intended of doing all along.
 
“I had fun, we talked, and she's funny.” He acknowledged.
 
At what he heard, Inuyasha laughed realizing he had underestimated his receptionist. “What made you give in?”
 
Shippo shrugged almost smiling, also not sure of how she had won him over. “I dunno…she-she played video games with me. No one you make baby-sit me ever plays video games with me.”
 
“Ah, so she kissed up to you and you still gave in.” Inuyasha stood up on his feet before demanding him harshly. “Just do us both a favor and go to bed already Shippo.”
 
“But—”
 
“It's fucking late kid!” Nevertheless Shippo fallowed orders and left, heading for his own room, his tail between his legs. As he saw him leave, Inuyasha walked over to his mini bar and opened his liquor cabinets that had voice activated locks. He took out his favorite bottles and a glass, making a scotch dry to sooth away his thoughts that failed to cooperate. Then he leaned against his counter drinking away at his acutely unpleasant none physical pain.
 
After five minutes of hearing him take out alcoholic bottles and placing some back, she made her presence known. “You know, no matter how drunk you may be; you really shouldn't treat him like that, he's just a kid.” Kagome said with a dark look as she looked at him from where she sat up, pushing away the comforter from her body.
 
He almost dropped his glass when he saw her and heard her voice out of nowhere, wondering how much had she heard. “Oh yeah, and I should listen to you because?”
 
“Because it's not his fault he couldn't sleep.” Kagome was right and Inuyasha refused to see things clearly.
 
“So then I suppose it's yours.” He argued smirking at the fact that she would start screaming any minute now.
 
“That's not what I meant you jerk.” She insulted.
 
He gave her a serious face before saying, “do you always bitch at people when you wake up?”
 
“No, just arrogant assholes that go out drinking away their pitiful lives just because they can't bear to have anything not go as they please. You're ruining Shippo's life as well as your own you know.” Kagome glared intensely at him, furious with how he made Shippo worried over him taking so long to come home.
 
“What do you know about my fucking life wench?” He was angry now; he hated when people butted in and tried telling him they knew what he went through every day of his life and why he acted the way he did.
 
He also narrowed his eyes down on her, grabbing a bottle of vodka and putting some in his glass. Kagome shook her head at the fact that he was already drunk but didn't know when to stop. “Not much actually, but I don't need to know anything to understand you have issues.”
 
“And I expect you don't?”
 
“That's none of your goddamn business!” She barked at him.
 
“Then shut up, go back to sleep and don't butt in where nose doesn't belong!” He shouted back with as much fire. He never understood why people liked to get in his life and tell him what to do; after all, he already had Sesshoumaru for that.
 
“Why you little imprudent egotistical bastard!” She yelled abruptly and watched as Inuyasha stunned by what she said, stupidly dropped his glass and it fell on the counter crashing into a million of pieces. Some of the substance had even spilled on his shirt and when he saw what he had done, he spit his alcoholic drink everywhere. He gaped enraged by what she had made him do and the mess he refused to clean up all thanks to her yapping. No one had ever insulted him like she had done just a second ago. And as Kagome had watched the whole scenario, she slapped her hands hard over her mouth hoping Shippo had not heard a single word she had said.
 
“Fucking worthless wench, look what you made me do!” He snapped at the blurry face of the woman on the couch. Knowing he was in no condition to clean up the mess of the shattered glass, he took his shirt over his shoulders and head ready to dump it in his dirty laundry basket that was stationed in his master bedroom. Holding on to the drenched shirt he had taken off, he tried walking to the hallway. But before he made it halfway there, he all of a sudden stumbled over but caught himself before landing flat on his face, thanking Kami he had hoisted on to his own weight in time to get back properly on his two feet.
 
“Shit!” He clenched his teeth and before he could take another step, Kagome grabbed him and placed his arm over her shoulders, he dropped the shirt letting her take him on to the couch with her.
 
“Inuyasha are you okay?” She sat next to him on the couch, concern written on her face.
 
“I'm fine.” He stubbornly stated, not wanting any more help from her.
 
Not knowing if he was willing to accept, she apologized for her words earlier as she became aware it was all her fault instead of making things better. “I'm sorry I yelled at you. It's just that sometimes you push me past my limit you know?” She confessed, hoping that by some miracle he would understand why she had gotten carried away.
 
Unexpectedly, he chuckled at what she said. “Yeah, I have that affect on women.” He sarcastically said back, winking at her flirtatiously.
 
“Lucky me.” She mumbled, looking elsewhere as he laughed at her.
 
“Hey guess what thought?”
 
“What?” She asked, “God heard my prayers and you've decided to fire me since I can't willingly quit?”
 
He grinned. “You wish, but no, not yet. Although we did make the cover, congratulations wench; you are now my new mistress.”
 
She rolled her eyes, not sure what he was referring to. “Please, I've never even gotten a coffee with you; therefore we could have never made anything together, only in your wildest fantasies Mr. Takahashi.”
 
“Oh I don't have to fantasies babe, besides look for yourself.” He pointed a finger at the direction he had thrown the magazine that was on the floor, on a far off corner of the living room.
 
Kagome stood up and walked on over to it, frightened he was not playing a crude joke on her. When she picked it up, Kagome's eyes widen as she started hard down at it. “May Buddha have mercy on my soul...” Inuyasha chuckled at her reaction, fallowed by a yawn.
 
“You know something; you owe me twenty bucks.” He realized while scratching the back of his head. She drew the glossy magazine but this time it landed on Inuyasha's favorite armchair, glad her face was not clearly shown, and she fell down on the couch next to him while staring baffled.
 
“My ass I do...anyway, explain to me since when do I owe you, a spoiled multi-millionaire, twenty bucks?” She sucked her teeth impolitely and couldn't help but glared.
 
“You don't remember?” He asked and smirked menacingly. “Maybe this will help.” Before she knew it, he had pulled her down on the sofa with him, but he was positioned on top meanwhile staring down at her light blue eyes, hoping she would recognize the very compromising pose. Kagome was puzzled while staring at the most handsome man she had ever met, topless while staring back at her cautiously, not forgetting this was her boss who was on top.
 
Inuyasha was lost in her eyes, for a moment he thought he had seen his only desire. He wasn't sure if he was seeing what he wanted to visualize in reality or in a hallucinating-like dream, like as if he was brought back in time to one of those moments he cherished with his whole being. Nothing but a single memory now that replayed continuously in his mind to only torture himself further, everything he came across reminded him of the past.
 
Ever since this woman had appeared in his life; he however had started to think more and more about Kikyou and it hurt him to be near Kagome. It was years now and here she was reopening freshly healed wounds. How many years walking a lonely journey; all this crap had made him mature in a way he was never ready for, too much that could never be wiped away. Kikyou would never come back, he knew that but the fact wounded him deeply and yet here she was closer to him than ever before. His life was playing before him in the mirror of her eyes.
 
“Stop staring, alright I remember!” She shouted, scared of his distanced golden eyes and the way they penetrated through her very soul. And the fact that he was a little too close for her liking, bare chest nonetheless.
 
Inuyasha was no longer quite like himself. “You smell good.” He admitted half dazed and half sleep, letting the alcohol take absolute control of his body and mind.
 
“I thought you said I stink.” She commented of what he had said earlier.
 
“You don't, I like the way you smell…cherry blossoms.” He said and she blushed uncontrollably scarlet as she still could not tear her eyes from his.
 
She watched vulnerably as he collapsed on top of her, his eyes fluttered closed once and for all. Kagome sighed as he passed out on her, his heavy mass crushing her tiny body completely. Damn you Inuyasha and your incredibly attractively muscular chest! And as the minutes became hours, her mind had seized from wondering what was going through his head as he had stared hard at her. And so, she eventually joined him, sleeping through the whole night without having to take pills to be able to force her nightmares away. With Inuyasha so close to her, she slept soundlessly and as if the rest of the world did not exist.
 
Again, he had felt it...that empty feeling he had in his interior, it disappeared. He felt whole again, he felt different as if Kagome was slowly starting to heal him without him really aware of it. It's been a while since Inuyasha had started to fuck up his life, but when he was near Kagome, he felt it all go away and that was primarily why he liked to be near her. And although she reminded him of his wife, tonight it was only her and him in the realm of his sleep.
 
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO. I REPEAT...THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME WHATSOEVER, ONLY TO THE VERY TALENTED MISS RUMIKO TAKAHASHI.
 
A/N: Nothing special, but I dedicate this chapter to my bro (who is currently stationed in Afghanistan) just because it's one of his favorite songs and because he has gone through a load of shit. I would also like to thank those few that have reviewed. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed reading and stop by to review…and maybe I'll update sooner than you think.
Yours truly friend and author,
IYlover4ever.