InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Impoverished Heir ❯ Power not With Standing ( Chapter 13 )

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“Impoverished Heir” chapter thirteen

“Power not With Standing”

 

Kouga adjusted his tie and pushed the cracked door open. He was a nonchalant young man in every way but even his arrogance was cracked at the stares and catcalls to his pristine rich appearance in this district of the major city.

“Idiotic eta…” he mumbled under his breath, playing on his arrogant card for his family's high social standing. It didn't matter that the people that had stared or whistled at his freshly pressed suit and expensive shoes lived in concrete and mortar, they were still country peasants in the lawyer's narrowed and angry mind.

The old wooden door banged against the doorframe behind the Ookami's leather heels as he strode in. He was very irate this day, and it had to do with his father's actions toward him.

Yes, Kouga admitted ruefully and deep down inside, harming woman was wrong. He had always gotten his way with any woman he had wanted because all women were suckers to his charms. But Kagome-kun had been different. Higurashi Kagome was a straight arrow, like the old-timers of the firm, and played by the rules. She never intended to bed down with any partner, or any client either for that matter. She treated Kouga with the due respect as a higher-up deserved, but she sneered at him. Or how Kouga felt. No woman dared defy him and that turned him on to her charms all the more.

“I'll get that power for myself…” Kouga thought as he looked around at the eccentric waiting room. Diagrams of pressure points and chi chakras decorated the dimly lit room and one beat-up couch that had seen better days sat in the corner by another door leading further into the old building. His father's explanation for his strength and their family's line did not cow Kouga's anger of the whole confrontation. They only served to further anger the dark-haired man that he had more strength inside him and his father had never told him how to search for it.

Kouga sniffed at the spicy incense smoking up the small waiting room and tapped his fingers on the check-in desk. After a minute, he cleared his throat obnoxiously.

“Hello?” he snapped, hoping to alert the patron to his arrival. He was a lawyer and was not inclined to wait for anything.

There was a shuffle in the back room, but not answer. Kouga rapped his knuckles on the desk's edge.

“He-llo!” he called in an annoyed tone. There was an increase of shuffling from the back room and the door leading from there pushed open. A bent old man with long chin whiskers peered up at Kouga with blurry eyes rimmed with coke-bottle glasses. His hair thinned back drastically on his scalp and what remained was pulled into a short ponytail. Kouga shuddered at the sight and hoped the wolf's blood would keep all his hair in place as he aged.

`If I ever get that bald, I'd shave the rest off,' Kouga thought snidely.

“Can I help you, young sir?” the man asked haltingly. Kouga sighed and shook his palm against his suit jacket.

“I was recommended to your shop on a spiritual matter. Can you help me?” Kouga asked simply. The man chuckled and took off his glasses, closing his eyes a moment. He seemed to have fallen asleep on his feet for Kouga tried to clear his throat to get his attention. The frail man's eyes snapped open and he regarded the Ookami with a piercing stare as if seeing right through him.

“I can hear you perfectly clear you know,” he snapped in a brisk tone that even Kouga found himself backing up from. But he put steel in his spine and took up his mantel of authority.

“I just want to know if I'm not wasting my time,” Kouga answered sarcastically. The man chuckled and sat his robust bottom down into the chair behind the dilapidated desk.

“I find my abilities short of the mark to what you require, young sir. But I can recommend you to another mage who can help you reach your…. Full potential.”

Kouga found himself irritated as the old man all but waggled his eyebrows at him knowingly. Spiritualist or not, he found himself unnerved that this stranger knew him inside more than even he did! He grumbled internally, but accepted the crumpled piece of paper the old man offered him.

“Oni… hey wait, this is just an office. Who are you trying to fool, old man?” Kouga growled. The man winked and settled his glasses back on his nose, seemingly vulnerable once more.

“She's the one you want. She alone has the power to do what you wish,” the man answered. Kouga looked over the scraggily kanji again and sighed. He had more places to go it seemed.

 

* * * *

 

“Kikyo-san, this man has requested to see you,” Sugimura said. Kikyo's eyes roved over the trim and athletic young secretary and she smiled coyly before his words sunk in.

“Who is he, Sugimura-kun? Everyone must have an appointment,” Kikyo answered dryly. She looked over Hoshi Miroku's files and clicked her tongue against her teeth. She could use some of his powerful aura and he was not against her flirting…

“Uhm, he says he's from Ookami Law Firm,” Sugimura straightened his tie, lounging insolently against the doorframe of her office. Kikyo looked up. She felt vestiges of power in the other room now that she focused on it, rather different than the skittering of masculine virile pulses seeking completion. And it was not to be overlooked. Kikyo took a deep breath and grounded herself for the encounter.

“Well send in the lawyer, Sugimura-kun,” Kikyo ordered.

“Will you require anything else?” the trim young man stood straight, awaiting her favor. Kikyo raised an appreciative eyebrow at him but shook her head.

“Thank you, but no, Sugimura-kun. Take the rest of the evening off,” she suggested. If what she felt from here gave any indication, she would be set on a reserve of power for a long time.

Sugimura exited and in his place stood a firmer young man, taller and more powerfully built. His hands were large, his fingers articulate, and his dark eyes flashed with vestiges of anger and power that sparked off his aura in loud crackles audible to sages as experienced as her. Kikyo tried not to lick her lip in anticipation.

“Onikage Kikyo-san, I presume?” the lawyer gruffly demanded. His voice was rich and velvety, arrogant and strong. Kikyo tried not to swoon.

“Yes, I'm Kikyo. It's a pleasure to meet you,” Kikyo offered, bowing at the waist.

“Ookami Kouga,” Kouga stated. He bowed slightly, his eyes narrowed with displeasure. The old man wanted him to see this office woman? What could she possibly do for him? Aside from some rather obvious lascivious thoughts readily available to the male mind, that is. He had to admit, she had a nice figure. Good rack.

“So what can I do for you, Ookami-san?” Kikyo asked. Kouga clenched a fist and ran his thumb over his fingers.

“I was recommended to you not for legal matters,” Kouga ventured carefully. Kikyo did not betray any outward sign of catching on. Kouga wanted to shake her. This whole business was irritating at best and dangerous at worst. He would have to proceed on tiptoed feet.

“What did you come to me for?” Kikyo asked. She tried not to close her eyes with rapture at the caresses her powers got from stroking near his aura. She felt charged already and they had not gotten down to business yet.

“I've come to you for an answer,” Kouga bit out as carefully as he could.

Kikyo decided to come right to the point. She longed to complete her longings for his strength and although she could play the game of words for hours, she wanted to come to the core of the matter.

“You wish to unlock your natural talents?” Kikyo suggested. Kouga sighed inwardly. At least she was hinting at what he was talking about. It was a step in the better direction.

“That's why I'm here,” Kouga said. He leaned one hand on her desk and leaned across, his eyes boring into hers. Kikyo shuddered with arousal. “I want to get the strength that is inside of me.”

“I can help you, young wolf,” Kikyo stated. Kouga's mouth opened, and he made to correct her, then shut his mouth. If that creepy old fart had sent him here, she was probably more knowledgeable than he was. He let a smirk cross his lips as Kikyo made her way around the side of her desk. He crossed his arms across his chest and waited.

“But, I would require a tithe of sorts from you in return.”

Kouga snorted. “Money is of no issue to me. How much do you want?”

Kikyo shook her head and smiled softly. Kouga was struck to how eerily beautiful she was. Her lips were bright red, her teeth white, and her cheekbones enhanced her ivory white face. Her eyes were strange, but that could be overlooked.

“It isn't money I require, Ookami-san. Something else is needed, that a man has abundance of.” Kikyo's fingers traced the air, forming small characters and symbols that escaped Kouga's mind. He was focused on where those fingers could caress on him and his blood pounded hotly. His groin lurched at the hint her last words nudged at.

“Heh! I don't speak in riddles, woman. You're going to have to come right out with it,” Kouga arrogantly demanded. Kikyo smiled coyly and her fingers moved to the front of her blouse. Her fingertips danced over the curves of her breasts, unfastening the clothing to the lawyer's heated gaze. Her firm round breasts clad only in a lace bra met his staring orbs.

“Surely what I want from you is something you wouldn't be adverse to giving,” Kikyo purred gently. Kouga grinned openly.

“Now you're talking,” he drawled and made to grab her up into embrace. Kikyo stopped him with a fingertip against his chest and Kouga suddenly found it hard to breathe. He ignored the constricting pain in his chest when she tugged on his belt and bent down to her knees before him. Kouga sighed in appreciation as he was enticed to full mast and engulfed fully between her red lips. Even as she pleasured him, Kouga felt a vestige of something wrong, something he was missing. It was hard to focus on when he kept sliding against the back of her throat, her mouth busy over his length.

The bad feeling needled him relentlessly as the minutes went by and Kouga finally hissed as pain flared in his chest. “Stop…. Stop….” He hissed between clenched teeth. Something was wrong and he knew it.

Kikyo ignored him and angled her head to take him in deeper. Kouga gasped and tilted his head back. He could see small darts of energy sparking between them but it was not the normal attraction between two bodies joined in passion. His energy seemed to recede from him into the damn woman's mouth! Kouga tried to cry in outrage, but moaned in climax instead. Kikyo swallowed every bit of his ejaculation, stealing pieces of his vitality. Kouga felt his strength recede from him in the juices of his virility, swallowed whole by this damn woman. He sagged and fell down heavily against the edge of her desk, his limp manhood out for the room to see. Kikyo wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled smugly. It was a promise of one's agenda fulfilled and rage filled Kouga at the sight of it. Especially when he himself was the one who usually was the one wearing it after his sexual claims.

“What did you do to me??” he hissed. One arm half supported him up against the edge of the desk as his legs stretched limply to the floor. His other arm clutched his waist, where he usually felt arousal coil through him. He felt cold instead.

“You ARE strong, Ookami-san. A lesser man would have been put out for hours from this,” Kikyo informed him lightly. She walked calmly around the edge of the desk and sat down, shuffling her papers unperturbed that a half-naked lawyer hissed and leaned on the other side.

“You're a damn witch! I'll see you pay for this!” Kouga growled, making to stand up. His legs felt rubbery and would not obey him. Kikyo sighed and closed her eyes as pure power coursed through her veins. And she was drunk off of him.

“You are stronger than you think,” she murmured. “Feel the strength of your blood as I do. I took only a fraction of your human vitality blocking your full potential.”

Kouga's leg muscles quivered and went solid. He planted his feet and stood straight. He felt taller… Kouga turned up his hands and watched his blunt human nails creep to claws of razor sharp steel. His hair fell heavily against his neck and past his shoulders and Kouga grinned, feeling his teeth stretch to sharper points. His senses sharpened and he could smell the lust off this damn woman and the power of his seed in her mouth. He could hear the rapid beating of her frail human heart, and he could hear his own blood whispering of strengths un-flexed.

“Now we're talking, human,” he growled. Kikyo rose to meet him halfway. Kouga yanked her up against his chest and slammed her against his hard body. He would take things his way now.

 

* * * *

 

“Kagome-kun, how are those files coming?” Suzuki Koichi asked. Kagome looked up from her desk and smiled brightly. She leaned back from her computer monitor and allowed her new boss to peek over her shoulder at what she was working on.

“They're coming along great! Just give me twenty minutes and I'll print out for you,” Kagome offered. Suzuki Koichi, a man married for twenty-five years, felt his heart lighten in her presence. Higurashi Kagome was a smart intelligent woman and he was glad his partner Ookami Takeru had recommended her.

Suzuki smiled and patted her shoulder. “That will be fine, dear. How are your plans for lunch?”

“I'd be glad to come with you, Suzuki-san,” Kagome smiled prettily. “Just let me call Inuyasha real quick.”

Kagome watched her silver-haired boss duck back into his office and clicked open her cell phone. She scrolled down to the contact titled LoverBoy and clicked send on the number. The phone rang a couple of times, enough time for Inuyasha to be alerted to a call and to check who was calling, and his impetuous voice called out on the other line.

“Kagome? How are you doing?” he asked right away. Kagome blushed. He would ever ask her that. It touched her he was looking out for her well-being.

“Fine, Inuyasha! How are you set for moving in?” Kagome asked idly firsthand. She heard Suzuki-san move around in his office and collected her purse.

“Heh, just gotta pack my few belongings and just get Sango to drive em over. My landlord don't deserve a few weeks notice. I can do it any day you want,” Inuyasha offered. Kagome smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“That's great. We can do it tomorrow after your morning shift if you want,” Kagome said. Inuyasha made a committal sound and nodded.

“Wish I was there so we could eat lunch,” he said. Kagome sighed and agreed.

“Suzuki-san asked me to go with him, and I agreed. He's a good man, Inuyasha, you'd like him,” she said brightly. Inuyasha tried not to get jealous, clenching a fist at his side.

“Just like Ookami-san right?” Inuyasha asked and Kagome had no doubt in her mind which Ookami her young boyfriend meant.

“Of course! He's a sweet gentleman,” Kagome said politely. Inuyasha made a sound on the other line.

“I got to get back to work, baby, but I'll see you at your place tonight.”

“Our place, Inuyasha,” Kagome smiled sweetly, listening to her lover stammer and laugh.

“Our place. Tetsusaiga likes it there already,” Inuyasha declared. He had not felt right packing up his father's ancestral katana and taking it to the tomb he rented out. He barely stayed there long enough as it was, so moving in seemed the best option for his life and his place with Kagome. His sword hummed with placid energy, propped against her living room wall. It liked the place as he had said it did and Kagome understood enough not to ask him to go further into that.

“Shall we, Kagome-kun?” Suzuki asked, beaming at her side. Kagome smiled up at him and wrapped up the conversation.

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” she said politely. Suzuki helped her up and laid her coat over her shoulders chivalrously.

 

As Kagome left Ookami Law Firm with her boss to enjoy lunch on the town, she could not shake the ominous feeling that something bad was going to happen. With life going her way, she tried not to dwell too much on the morbid possibilities that feeling provoked, but she also tried not to ignore it either.

And upstairs in his office, Ookami Kouga lounged in his chair, ignoring his calls and making plans of his own.

 

* * * *

 

“Snap out of it, girl! I've got something you might want to look at,” Kagura called. Rin lifted her head from her arms and stared in disbelief as her father's secretary made her way into her apartment.

“How did you know where I live?” she asked, making her way off her couch. When not at work seemingly for her father over the past few days, or meeting Kagura, she had merely lain about, trying to take in the scant remains of Sesshomaru's musky scent in her furniture. It was pathetic, but she did miss him. Just remembering his scent would give her courage, she hoped. It didn't serve to ease the rift of her broken heart.

“Oh, I have my ways. Namely into your father's databanks,” Kagura said smugly. She tossed Rin the folder and sauntered into the small kitchen as if she owned the place.

“Do you have anything to drink in here?” she asked. Rin made a small sound as she flipped through the papers inside the binder.

“You can have some of that juice if you want… I'm not thirsty,” she said absently. Her father apparently had kept busy. The ways he had used Takahashi Enterprises' money was shocking and astounding…

Kagura groaned from the kitchen. “I was hoping for something a little on the Irish side, Rin. You really are the good girl you pretend to be, aren't you?”

Rin looked up at Kagura's scowling pout and smiled uneasily. “If good means taking my adoptive father down for my lover, then I guess you're right.”

“Touche,” Kagura smirked and winked. Rin sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes. Sessh's smell was still in this couch…

“Hey, are you even awake?” Kagura asked, sitting on the other end. Rin opened her blurry eyes and almost laughed to see that the curvy woman sipped at a glass of juice anyways.

“This is just great, Kagura-san. I think we can do something with this,” Rin rubbed one eye and tucked the folder away neatly. Kagura raised an eyebrow and sipped.

“How can that old man from the other day help anyhow?” Kagura wanted to know. “I know you want your boy back, but you have to stay focused on the prize, honey.”

“I know. Believe me, I know,” Rin said. Her father's sharp smile filled her mind and she shuddered in fear. “My father's going down.”

“Second that, sweetheart,” Kagura said. Rin's cell phone rang and she and the older woman exchanged glances. If that were Naraku…

“It's not him is it?” Kagura breathed. Rin shook her head, checking the id on the listing.

“Myoga-san?” she asked clicking the phone open. The elderly businessman's voice was a miracle to behold this dark day in her life without Takahashi Sesshomaru.

“What has Miss Kaze turned up?” Myoga asked without preamble. Rin related the number of files she held in her hand. Kagura lounged on the couch and winked.

“I think that could be a good start to help us, don't you?” Rin asked hopefully.

“I think that is, Rin-kun. Don't worry, things will go our way soon, this one has a good feeling,” Myoga said. Rin gulped and bit her lip. She knew she had a job to do, but she so wanted to ask how Sesshomaru was doing. If he was okay, if he was sleeping, if he was eating more than she was…

“That's great, Myoga-san. Uhm… anou, that is… I read in yesterday's paper about Takahashi-san's success with the brokers,” Rin bravely began. Myoga's crinkled eyes softened on his side.

“Sesshomaru-san is doing just fine in his work,” Myoga said, implying she could call him that to her and forego the full pleasantries of title. “He pretends to do well, but he needs you badly, my Rin-kun.”

Rin's heart surged yet sank all at once hearing her ally's words. Sesshomaru still loved her, but he was hurting himself over this mess.

“Oh, Myoga-san… please…. Please help him. Until we get this taken care of and he can stand to see me,” Rin whispered. Myoga was silent, then he cleared his throat. His eyes were strangely moist.

“I will, Rin-kun. This one is getting sentimental in his old age. You just keep up on your end, and keep negotiations good with your father. He can't suspect anything is up,” Myoga suggested. Rin felt like screaming hysterically at his words, but silently nodded.

“I… I will…” Let her father keep raping her and her lover stop seeing her? Rin felt her world shrink to a small dismal place and tried not to despair.

“We'll keep in touch then. Good night, Rin-kun.”

“Good night…”

Kagura watched the young woman hold her head in her hands as she clicked the cell phone shut. “Hey, it can't be all that bad. It is just business. Just think of it like the job it is, and we'll get what we want,” she suggested lightly. She ackwardly patted the pretty intern on the shoulder. “Hey…. Rin… we'll get our work done. Don't cry about it.”

“I just… I finally found…” Rin started to say. Kagura's eyes softened ever so slightly but her face was composed.

“Don't think about it too hard. It's not like it's going to kill you,” she suggested in a deadpan serious tone. Rin stared at the older woman and found herself nodding. She couldn't agree with her though.

 

* * * *

 

Sesshomaru growled as he paced the living room of his nice apartment. His cell phone had been glued to his ear since he had come home from work and he was done with talking to people today. But when one was successful in the business world and in charge of a major company, he took calls even in the privacy of his home. If Rin were here, he would have turned the phone off. But without her… with her betrayal fresh in his mind, Sesshomaru did not want to figure it out. He just wanted to fill his waking hours with relentless work and with out a fresh thought in his mind.

“I told you, Myoga-san, that meeting is tomorrow at eleven! Not twelve! I intend to have lunch with Takeyoshi's partners,” Sesshomaru growled lightly. He had his own information to gather on Takeyoshi's links after his expulsion from Takahashi's ranks, and he didn't want anything to mess it up. It seemed his father's oldest friend sure went out of his way to piss him off lately. He just wouldn't stop hinting at his feelings and his hours and how he spent them.

“Very well, Sesshomaru-san, this one will take care of the arrangements,” Myoga demurred on the other line. He could almost hear the Takahashi heir pace back and forth now.

“Good,” Sesshomaru murmured. His bare foot kicked up against silk and he looked down. The top sheet to his bed was on the living room floor and his heart softened despite his best intentions to not let it as Rin's faint scent wafted into his sharp nostrils.

“You don't seem very alert these past few days, Sesshomaru-san. Is there anything this one can do for you?” Myoga asked. Sesshomaru snorted, hardening his heart once more.

“You can go home and do whatever it is you do between the hours you're in at Takahashi, Myoga-san. I would like to try to have some semblance of quiet this one evening,” Sesshomaru bit out. Myoga stared off into the distance, then slightly nodded on his end.

“Very well, young master. Try to sleep well tonight.”

“Good night,” Sesshomaru said curtly and clapped his phone shut. He paced around the remains of his take-out dinner and around the sheet dragged out from the bed he didn't like to sleep in now. Too many memories of Rin clouded that piece of furniture and he could not bear to be near them.

However, this small trace of her scent… this small touch of her was enough not to drive him mad. Sesshomaru wrapped the sheet around his self and curled on his side on the living room floor. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

For now, this was enough. It had to be.

 

* * * *

 

Kagome waited at the train station for Inuyasha. It was the same stop they met at when they were both out in the city, and he was late. Kagome had an all right day at work, and Ookami Takeru had even come in to talk to her. But she couldn't shake the bad feeling from earlier that she had. Something was going to happen, and it was coming for her.

When the sharply dressed Ookami Kouga rounded the corner, his leather shoes clipping smartly on the tiles, she tried not to let her dismay show through. She hadn't been alone near her attacker after Ookami senior had thrown him into a security cell, and she didn't know what her rights were outside the work place.

`Inuyasha, where are you?' Kagome thought.

“Kagome-kun! Fancy to see you here,” Kouga greeted casually. Kagome's stance stiffened.

“Ookami-san,” she said politely. Kouga leaned on the wall next to her, his grin lazy and insolent.

“Don't be like that, Kagome. I never got you alone to apologize for what I did to you,” he confessed. Kagome looked at him warily.

“Thank you, Ookami-san, but I'll have to take your word for it. I'm waiting for someone,” she stated. Come on, Inuyasha, hurry…

“I really want to make it up to you. I'm a better man now, I'm the best the firm has to offer,” he smiled winningly but Kagome shook her head slowly. `I'm stronger now. Can't you see that?'

“I really can't be here with you, Ookami-san. I'm going to have to say goodnight,” Kagome offered an easy way out. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell holding it up to her ear. Kouga's large hand covered the device and her hand and he smiled down at her again.

“Please don't, Kagome-kun. I've always… wanted you. I just showed it badly last time. But can't you just give me a chance? Just once?” Kouga asked. He knew this was close to pleading, but he allowed a scrap of vulnerability to seep through, hopefully to soften this woman's defenses. She was as resistant as iron!

“Kouga-san, please, leave me alone,” she pleaded, looking away from him. Kouga kept her hand hostage and he pressed a hand to the back of it. She shuddered.

“I can't do that,” he murmured, and a spark of irritation flared in his eyes. Kagome shrank before him. “Don't do that, Kagome.”

“I can't help it,” Kagome tried not to shriek. He caressed her cheek and kissed her brow. It would have been a sweet gesture, but she knew the power he held in his large hands and what he had tried to do to her before. And she couldn't stop the tears from forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Don't cry! I want you to want me,” Kouga insisted. Kagome gulped and watched him with wide fearful eyes.

“I told you no. Your father told you to stay away from me!”

“Dad can't watch me every second. I'm going to prove to you I'm the better man….”

“Get away from me! Help!”

A few passerbys stopped and looked indecisive. Kouga snarled at them. His eyes gleamed golden.

“What are you looking at?? Keep going!” he barked. The people scattered like pigeons to safety. Kagome grit her teeth, trying to will her tears to stop, but she was so afraid. Kouga snarled with frustration and brought his arm around her waist, steering her around.

“Come on, stop being scared of me… I'm not doing anything to you!” he exclaimed. Someone grabbed his shoulder and spun him away. Kagome almost sobbed with relief even though she fell tot her knees and skinned them. Takahashi Inuyasha stood in Kouga's face, his hands clenched.

“Get away from her,” Inuyasha ordered lowly. His instinct of protection for his beloved swept like wildfire throughout his being. He could hear the steady trickle of rainwater dripping down the corridor, he could smell every fume of the trains, could hear every beat of his foe's heart. Inuyasha asked not how his senses kicked up, but he wasn't going to look a gift in the mouth.

Kouga looked him up and down and cricked his neck to the side. “I wasn't doing anything to her. Why don't you take off, kid?” he barked. Inuyasha slammed his fist into the nearby wall. Tiles crunched beneath his hand but he was uninjured.

“I can't do that. That's the woman I love,” he declared. Kouga circled to meet him, their stances identical and wary. Inuyasha tugged the collar of his second-hand dress shirt open with one hand, and dropped his backpack with the other.

“I love her too,” Kouga swore. “I've always wanted her since the moment I saw her. Can't you back off from that??”

“No, I can't, you wolf shit. I can't, not where she's concerned. She's with me, and I'm not going to argue whom she wants; but you scared her. You can't scare a woman to be with you,” Inuyasha growled. “You can't scare MY woman to be with you!”

“Oh that's it, we're having it out now,” Kouga's eyes gleamed and his nails straightened to stiff claws. Kagome gasped to the side but Inuyasha only watched him curiously. He felt his eyesight grow sharper, and knew on instinct they matched the golden orbs of the lawyer before him. Inuyasha didn't give much thought to that, or to the strands of white hair he saw out of the corners of his eyes settling against his cheeks as he rushed at Kouga with fists raised. And when Kouga jumped aside and his fingers scraped the tiled wall instead, he found his nails had sharpened to claws also. What was going on??

Inuyasha let his mind go to blank actions, settling into the battle Kouga started. They exchanged blows and scratches quickly, faster than the human mind could check, each shrugging small strikes off and keeping at each other. But Inuyasha growled and his eyes saw red. He felt his cheeks stretch as if they were slashed and Kagome sobbed quietly to his peripheral observation. Kouga had the funniest look on his face when Inuyasha dropped him and stomped on him with a knee to the face, he thought idly. He really had been no match for him.

Curious murmuring and exclamations haunted the edges of his sharp hearing and Inuyasha looked through eerily red vision to the clusters of people staring at him. His gaze sought out the most familiar face in the world to him and his vision lightened once more.

“Kagome? Are you all right?” he whispered. His fingers flexed, went limp at his sides. And his nails were blunt once more. His dark hair settled against his shoulders, half bound and tangled. Kouga groaned at his feet.

“Oh, Inuyasha…” Kagome whispered, her eyes wide in fright. Inuyasha cupped her face in his hands. Then he looked around and almost growled again.

“I'm taking you home,” he swore, and clasped his arms around her back. Once they were far enough away, Inuyasha swept her up into his arms and ran. Funnily enough, he didn't tire with Kagome's slight weight and the face sprint he kept up. In no time at all they were on the street, around the corner and at her apartment building.

Kagome trembled against Inuyasha the whole time in the elevator. Inuyasha only stood vigilant and still, holding her against him. He settled Kagome's feet on the floor and whispered for Kagome to unlock the door. She fumbled for her keys, dropped them, then opened up. They poured into her entryway as one unit, and shut the world from them with the click of her front door.

Kagome kicked her shoes off and crawled into the living room, weary with shock. Inuyasha knelt after her, hands hovering, hesitant to her welfare.

“Kagome… it's me… why are you staring at me like that?” Inuyasha murmured. His eyes, dark once more, were the saddest eyes Kagome had ever seen. Did I frighten him that much too?

“You just… you just… were someone else. You changed,” Kagome whispered. She sifted her fingers through his dark hair, searching for white. She found not one. She stared into his eyes, looking for gold. She found brown, the same shade of the major population. Inuyasha stared into her eyes as dark as the sea and covered her hands tenderly with his.

“I'm going to make sure his dad files a restraining order on him. He won't come near you again,” Inuyasha promised. Kagome looked away from him until he turned her face to his.

“Kagome…. Why are you afraid of me?” he whispered. His heart seized and threatened to shatter under the treatment of her gaze. Kagome's eyes softened and she hugged his neck. Here was her young lover. He hadn't really gone away, he had just… changed momentarily. She felt a reason flare up in her intuition, as her grandfather suggested her priestess abilities were. She knew what had happened was strange, but that there was also an answer for it.

“Oh, Inuyasha… I'm sorry,” she whispered. They hugged each other tightly. Inuyasha buried his face into her fragrant hair and sighed mightily.

“Don't be… I know you don't like fighting…” he murmured. Kagome felt him press a kiss to her temple and then her brow. She stiffened in his arms, warmed by his presence.

“It's okay, you were protecting me…”

“Kagome, I will always protect you. I could never not protect you,” he swore. Kagome folded up in his arms as he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom she regarded as now both of hers. Inuyasha tenderly laid her on the large western-style bed and Kagome coaxed him to follow her.

Inuyasha stood gulping down at her, his eyes wide with vulnerability and he knelt down beside her. He stretched out on his side and stroked her face with one finger. Kagome closed her eyes softly, then pulled him close. Their mouths met carefully, tenderly. Kagome sighed as he mapped out the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She let her tongue stroke against his and Inuyasha's hand moved down her bare arm to her hip. He tugged her blouse up out of her skirt and pushed it up slightly to feel bare skin. Kagome shivered as his fingers danced across her flat stomach. His every caress was sensual and longing. Even when he cupped that she held sacred through her clothing, she moaned and leaned her head back. Inuyasha carefully stripped her clothing, gently moving her into his arms, to lean against him if maneuvering was required. Kagome's mouth parted and she leaned up on her elbows, naked before him, to catch his lips in a kiss. Inuyasha kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting softly to indicate what he wanted. Kagome's fingers tugged at his dress shirt and he ditched it quickly. He knelt on the bed and his stomach went concave as her soft hands unfastened his belt and opened his pants. She pushed his boxers off his hips, then looked up into his eyes at what she uncovered. Inuyasha slowly smiled and kicked his pants and shorts off. He wrapped her up in his arms and they moved against each other across the bed. Kagome panted loudly and widened her thighs, but Inuyasha crawled to the nightstand to look for contraceptive first. Kagome pressed the back of her hand to her reddened cheek, trying to cool off as she waited for him to come back to her.

All too soon Inuyasha's warm body was settled against her. He nudged her thighs open with his knee gently. She was so wet that small touch put a smear against his bare knee. Kagome's hands pressed along his back and her head tilted back. A high moan reached Inuyasha's still sharp ears as he cupped her breasts and leaned down to suckle. Her every sound was music to his ears.

“Kagome,” he whispered and his tone was ragged with need. Kagome tugged on his hips and smiled brightly at him.

“Please…” she said. `I need you,' her look finished. Inuyasha held her eyes with his and sheathed himself inside her with one long thrust. Kagome's chin tilted up and she whined. Inuyasha placed his lips against her upturned throat and bit gently. Kagome moved against him and they rolled against each other like the practiced waves of the sea.

Inuyasha lifted his chin and all but howled as he came sharply, making sure Kagome was crested with him on his tide of passion. Kagome clutched his back and screeched highly. Inuyasha thrust gently a few more times and settled his weight on her carefully, his face buried in her shoulder.

“Uhhhh,” he groaned lowly. Kagome kissed his brow sweetly and pressed her hand to her forehead.

“That was a rush. I don't think you ever made sounds like that before,” she whispered. Her words sounded very loud to Inuyasha's rounded ears. Inuyasha kissed her shoulder.

“Did I?” he murmured. His vision was going blurry from the energy he spent. Kagome cradled him against her.

“You sounded like a wounded puppy,” she giggled. Inuyasha groaned and separated from her. But he wrapped her up in his arms and settled against her.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The two lay spooned as sleep gathered them in soft embrace and the moonlight settled over their close proximity. The same moon shone down on a bullet train taking their best friends out of Tokyo to the Hoshi shrine in nearby town.

Sango leaned her head against Miroku's shoulder and half dozed but her priest's son gazed out the window at the quickly moving landscape. He smiled at the woman he loved and kissed her brow. He couldn't help feeling something important was coming for him. He hoped it wasn't anything bad.

 

End for now

 

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Most sincerely yours, penpaninu Sessh 5/14/06