InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lover Untamed ❯ Chapter six ( Chapter 6 )

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

Kagome stared down, horrified, at the digital device in her hand, all earlier feelings her temporary houseguest had previously provoked forgotten.  Vaguely she was aware of Inuyasha hanging over her shoulder, growling lightly but from what she couldn’t tell. She ignored him however, and absently brushed his clawed hand away every time he tried to reach for the still ringing phone.  

K…Kouga… He was calling her from his own apartment, which meant that he had made it home safely.  A wave of relief washed through her at that but it was quickly replaced with confusion and her brow furrowed, suddenly unsure.  Why was he calling her? He couldn’t have known that she’d made it home already…could he? If Kagome recalled correctly, he’d been standing there when she’d been grabbed from behind and then everything went dark after that.  Kouga must have witnessed that, because the last thing she heard was his frantic voice calling her name.  So back to the beginning; why was he calling her apartment?

The shrill ring of the phone abruptly stopped and Kagome’s muscles relaxed.  However not two seconds later the device once more came to life in her hands as her boyfriend’s name flashed across the screen.  She bit her lip, torn between letting it ring and answering it to let him know she was alright. After all, he deserved that much, right? He must be going crazy with worry over her and—

A clawed hand intercepted her vision and Kagome huffed, yanking the phone out of his reach and turning away from the irritated demon behind her.  Damn, that was getting annoying.  

Inuyasha growled lowly and once more reached for the noisy plastic thing that, if he recalled correctly, was called a…telephone.  A surge of pride swept through him from the slight accomplishment, but he quickly brushed it aside as once again his bitch pulled the ringing device away from him.  But he wasn’t expecting her to take out of touching distance.  What the—?
Ignoring the escalating growling coming from behind her, Kagome went back to her earlier thoughts, groaning in indecision.  But if she did answer the phone, he’d want to come over right away and make sure for himself she was alright; she was positive he would.  But then he’d see Inuyasha and Kagome knew he’d start attacking him for taking her away, and…

Kagome couldn’t allow that.  She just…couldn’t.

The LCD screen dimmed and the ringing stopped for a second time.  This time he left a message and his gravelly voice met her ears.

“…I’ll find you, Kagome. I swear it.”

Either ignoring the missing the way Inuyasha’s amber gaze snapped to her answering machine, Kagome hugged the phone to her chest and sank to her knees, torn, alone, and scared.

Well…she wasn’t really alone, she mused, just now noticing that her companion was no longer standing beside her. Blinking away unshed tears, Kagome looked around her living room and found him hovering over her answering machine, a dark scowl etched onto his features.  

Kagome paled, dread sweeping across her.  It was no secret that Inuyasha obviously did not like her boyfriend and his voice had just had promised he’d find her over the answering machine…

Uh oh.

Growling lowly, Inuyasha glared down at the device that had produced his annoying voice, that stinking wolf’s, the one who tried to keep his female away from him.  Part of him realized that it was just a harmless little machine that delivered messages when the receiver wasn’t home, but the other part, the more possessive, primal part of him, didn’t care and thus decreed that the thing had to go.

Shit.  He was picking it up and Kagome was still sitting on the floor.  He eyes narrowed and her hand tightened on the forgotten phone in her hand. He wouldn’t…

Apparently he would.  With a grunt, Inuyasha picked the thing up in his clawed hands, snarled at it, and then Kagome gaped as he tore her helpless answering machine apart with barely any effort at all.

Stomping on it for good measure, Inuyasha grinned in victory, turning to face his mate and announce that the stinking wolf’s voice wouldn’t bother her again—

And grunted when something shaped suspiciously like a phone smacked into his face then dropped to the floor, leaving him blinking in confusion.  That had kind of smarted…

Shaking his head, Inuyasha focused his gaze on his bitch and took her in, angry brown eyes glaring daggers at him, legs akimbo and hands clenched tightly into fists at her sides.  She wasn’t holding the phone anymore and he looked down to confirm it.

Yup. She’d thrown it at him.

“You jerk!” she shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at him.  “That was a housewarming gift from my mother!” She threw the TV remote at him this time and it hit him in the chest.  Still not satisfied, Kagome stalked over to a stand next to the couch and reached for the lamp situated on it.

Inuyasha, finally snapped out of his shock from his mate throwing things at him, noticed just what it was that she was reaching for next and eyes widening, he quickly closed the distance between them with one jump and deftly snatched the lamp out of her hands.  Kagome whirled around, other means of causing physical harm swirling in her blazing eyes, and thinking fast Inuyasha barely managed to dodge the knee aimed at his crotch before grabbing her around the waist and hauling her against him.

His ears flattened against his skull at her scream of frustration and growling in annoying himself, snatched her flailing arms with his hands and trapped her legs between his own. He tried not to think about how damned good it felt to have her against him like this, a mass of wiggling, warm and delicious smelling woman pressed flush against him.  

Unpredictably certain areas of his anatomy responded to her squirming and he grit his teeth, forcing himself to calm down. Obviously his bitch was distraught and it was his job to make any problems she might be harboring go away.

Too bad it was himself that was causing her so much frustration.

Pushing that thought aside, however, Inuyasha was growing tired of her resisting him so acting on pure instinct he bent his head and clamped his teeth down on her neck firmly and instantly felt her stiffen against him.  Satisfied, he rumbled low in his chest; a sound meant to soothe her and before he could stop himself, he swept his tongue across the pale flesh of her neck, sampling the enticing flesh and he nearly groaned at her taste.  God, but he could never get tired of tasting her.

Her. His mate. His bitch. His love.

His everything.

Inuyasha smiled against her neck and breathed in her heavenly scent.

Closing her eyes, trying to fight the feelings he was awakening her – she had a boyfriend, dammit, she shouldn’t be reacting like this! – Kagome shuddered against him and sucked in a breath, absently noting that he smelled like pine, water and something wholly male. She decided she liked it.  

Suddenly, as if his scent alone had the power to calm her raging nerves, Kagome went limp and slumped against him, her face buried in his shoulder as her lithe frame began shaking with silent sobs and Inuyasha could feel warm wetness hit his shoulder.

Alarmed, the dog-demon slowly sank to his knees on the floor, letting go of her wrists and gathering her up close against him, that same soothing sound rumbling in his chest as his woman shook and cried against him.  Confused and not knowing what to do now, his ears pinned against his head and he whined softly, wanting her to stop crying.  Crying meant he wasn’t doing his job right; that his mate was unhappy and he vowed to himself that he’d do everything within his power to make her happy, to keep that wonderful, beautiful smile on her face that he so adored.

“K’gome,” he mumbled, nuzzling her neck with his nose, mouthing her flesh and running his hand through her onyx tresses.  Unsure of what was bothering her, confused as to what he should do, he rocked her back and forth in his lap, holding her close, trying everything he knew to get her to stop crying.  He hated her tears.

He didn’t know how long they stayed that way, sitting on the floor with no words exchanged, when eventually Kagome stilled in his arms, her breathing even again, warm and moist against his bare shoulder.  Kagome heaved a sigh and he hit back a disappointed whine when she pulled back from his arms and stared down at his chest, noticing the fiery blush rising in her cheeks but dismissing it.  

Sniffling, feeling absolutely foolish, Kagome sucked in a breath and lifted her face toward his, catching his golden gaze and her breath hitching at what she saw swimming in his amber eyes.  Shaking her head – she’d rather not think about that right now – she offered a small, embarrassed smile and bit her lip.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, her eyes dropping back down to his very toned chest.  “I don’t…know what came over me.” She really didn’t; one minute she was generally throwing a temper tantrum, and the next she was an emotional mess, sobbing and shaking and all together grateful for his comfort.

“Kagome,” he rumbled and automatically she looked up again and gasped in surprise when he leaned in and nuzzled his nose with her own, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time.  Her blush darkened and his grasp on her tightened.  “Why…cry,” he asked and frowned at his lack of words.  Dammit, he sounded like a pup just learning how to talk.  He was a grown half-demon, for Christ’s sake!

Wait…half-demon?  Where the hell…

Kagome, amused at his frown, smiled tenderly and almost absently reached up to trace a finger along the jagged purple streak on his left cheek.  “Don’t worry,” she assured gently.  “You’ll get it eventually, I promise.  Just keep talking and…” It was then that she noticed the infinitely tender look he was giving her, his eyes softened and a corner of his mouth kicked up into a half smile.  Once more she flushed and ducked her head, crawling out of his lap and standing up to gain her composure.

Why couldn’t she seem to remember that she had a boyfriend, goddammit!  She shouldn’t be sitting in other males’ laps – even if he was a demon – no matter how right it felt.  But… She snuck a glance at him and watched as he gracefully rose to his feet, his muscles rippling slightly as he stretched and her eyes were drawn to his mouth as he yawned mightily, showing off deadly fangs that had been at her neck only a short few minutes ago.

Oh God.  Feeling faint, and remembering how she had woken up last time from falling unconscious, Kagome squeaked and averted her gaze to the phone which was still lying harmlessly on the floor.  She moved to pick it up and sighed, her thumb grazing over the number pad as she bit her lip.

God…she couldn’t do this alone.  Inuyasha was a huge secret that she couldn’t afford to let out and she didn’t think she could keep it all by herself.  If someone found out that she, the one how was kidnapped, was keeping the kidnapper at her own house, Kagome had a bad inkling that nothing good would come out of it.  And most likely Inuyasha would be taken away from her by force and she could just imagine, her small, homey little apartment swamped by policemen, military  units, and other demons just to restrain him because Kagome had no doubt that Inuyasha was far more stronger than he looked. And no doubt that slimy man…what was his name? Onigumo would be there as well to take back what belonged to him.

A mental image of the Yukhanza Fair invading her eye and she shuddered, remembering the blood on his hands and bare chest.  She had said that none of it had been his own.  Which meant he was truly capable of injuring – if not killing to keep her by his side.

Kagome frowned.  But just why was he so attached to her? Why did he find it necessary to break free of those chains and come after her?  Did he mistake her for someone else?  She paused and her frown deepened. No, that couldn’t be it.  He knew her name, and that hadn’t made much of a difference in how he treated her – like someone very, very precious to him.

The young woman could feel a headache coming on and she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and watching silently as her guest casually strolled into the kitchen and started poking around curiously, his ears twitching this way and that, small noises of wonder and bafflement escaping his lips as he discovered something new and enthralling.  

A small, fond smile graced her lips.  He reminded her of a curious puppy, sticking his nose in everywhere and anything he could find.  And imagining him in that cage, wrists and ankles bound with heavy chains and restraints, his eyes darting wildly and those adorable ears of his flicking left and right, back and forth to perceive any threats…

Kagome’s resolve hardened.  She couldn’t see him like that again.  She wouldn’t.  After seeing this gentle, curious side of him, Kagome refused to see him caged in any way or form.

Decision made, Kagome nodded to herself and stared down at the phone, biting her lip and frowning in thought.  She needed to call someone for help, but who?  She didn’t want to bring her mother into this. She was such a sweet, warm woman and Kagome didn’t want to risk her well being.  Her brother would probably think he was cool and worship him, and Kagome didn’t think her three high school friends would be any help. Most likely they’d declare him sexy and fling themselves at him, dangerous demon or not.  

That just left two other people, friends who she could trust with her life.

So, bracing herself, Kagome took a deep breath and dialed a number long since memorized.

Three rings, then a weary, “Hello?”

She swallowed thickly.  “…Sango…I need help.”

“Beans, beans, they’re good for your heart, the more ya eat, the more ya—”

“Miroku!”

“What ?”

“I swear to God, if you say that one more time, beans will be the last thing on your mind.” A menacing glare followed this statement and the aforementioned Miroku smiled guiltily.

“Ah, sorry my dear sweet Sango, but it’s that stupid bean commercial I saw on TV. The theme song’s annoyingly catchy…”

Rolling her cinnamon eyes at her boyfriend, Sango grumbled under her breath and continued forward down the sidewalk, grateful that Kagome’s apartment was only a ten minute walk away from hers.  She cursed her car for being at the garage at the most inopportune moment all freakin’ week; they would have been there already if they drove.  After once more cursing her car, Sango cursed her boyfriend for not owning one.  

Deftly stepping over a steaming heap of dog crap and silently hoping Miroku would step in it, Sango rounded the a corner and quickly tore down the sidewalk to her best friend’s apartment house, her frantic voice still ringing inside her head.   As soon as the young martial arts teacher had heard her best friend’s voice over the phone, a wave of relief had washed over her and immediately she had sprouted questions of her well being and just where the hell she was. Her kidnapping was all over the news and Sango had been frenetic with worry.  However, despite her questions, Kagome hadn’t revealed much over the phone and preferred them to go over to her apartment and she’d promise to explain everything there.  

Hence why Sango was anxiously standing in front of Kagome’s apartment house, waiting for her boyfriend to catch up and as soon as he did she didn’t wait for him and instead seemed to fly up the stone steps and into the house, leaving a panting and breathless Miroku behind.

Flying up the stairs and heading directly toward Kagome’s door, Sango knocked loudly and breathlessly yelled, “Kagome! It’s Sango! Are you okay? Open up!”

A scuffle was heard on the other side, then a loud grunt and footsteps toward the door.  As soon as the door opened, revealing a perfectly okay Kagome on the other side, Sango darted forward and took her friend into her arms, relieved to see that she was unharmed and in one piece.  

“Oh, Kagome, thank god you’re okay! I was worried sick!” she cried, hugging her tight.

Kagome, getting over her initial shock of being yanked into an embrace, smiled and hugged her friend back tightly, rubbing her back.  “Sango, I’m fine. It’s okay, calm down.” She continued to soothe her friend, her voice low and assuring.

Sniffling, Sango leaned back and offered a watery smile back, to witch Kagome warmly returned.

Kagome heard rustling behind Sango and looked over her shoulder to see Miroku standing in her doorway, frowning down at his raised foot.

“Uh, Kagome, do you have some paper towels or something? I seemed to have stepped in some dog crap…”