InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ My Succubus Girlfriend ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any characters associated with it. This story is rated for a mature audience.

 

General Citrus Warning (For entire story)

 

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For the next three days, Inuyasha tore over Kagome's revelation. It was amazing what weight two simple words could carry. There were a lot of things in motion, more than he could see. It was more frustrating than frightening. He was sure Kagome would never hurt him, at least not purposefully. Then why did she tell you she would be the one to hurt you? his inner voice mocked. The invisible voice spoke words he was afraid to face. Even though he still trusted Kagome, she seemed convinced in her words. It didn't help I wasn't able to get anything more out of her. Quickly after she had told him, she had broken down into tears. He spent the better part of the night trying to get her to calm down and by then, he did not have the heart to bring it up. In three days, the only thing he was able to come up with was that she did not mean harm in a physical sense.

 

“Something happen?” Miroku asked beside him before shoving another bite of food into his mouth. “You've been in your own world the past couple of days.”

 

“Just thinking is all,” Inuyasha replied, scratching his head as he rested his head against the wall.

 

“I see… You sure it's alright for me to be eating this?” Miroku asked, holding up the lunchbox. “I mean, Kagome did make it for you.”

 

“I'm not that hungry,” he said as he rolled his head to look at his friend. “Besides, you ate most of it already.”

 

“Yeah because you said that I could have `some.' I figured you would take it back at some point.” He was silent for a moment as he poked at the food. “I need to get a girlfriend like Kagome.”

 

Inuyasha laughed. “I suggest you aim lower.”

 

Miroku glared at him. “I see no reason to aim any lower than you.”

 

“What is your obsession with Kagome anyways?”

 

“Jealous?”

 

“Curious.”

 

“Well, she's smart, kind, a great cook, shares the same interests as I do, oh, and did I mention she is absolutely gorgeous?”

 

“When you put it that way…” It did make her sound like the perfect woman, but Inuyasha knew the truth behind it all. Nearly everything she had was assisted by magic. From her cooking down to her looks, every bit of it was enhanced. Sure she was nice, but she was still a different person at school than she was at home.

 

Miroku sighed. “Maybe I should ask that new girl out?”

 

Inuyasha fumbled for a name. “You mean the transfer student?”

 

“Sango Fujiwara.” Inuyasha nodded, fitting the name with the face. For the most part, Sango was not the type of girl to write home about. She was pretty, there was no denying that, but what were other girls when they were compared to the girl of your dreams?

 

Rubbing his chin, Inuyasha smiled. “Sooner would probably be better.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, she's new right?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“So that means it will take time to make friends.”

 

“I'm listening,” Miroku said, annoyed.

 

“So the longer she's here, the more stories she'll hear about you. The way I see it, if you strike early, you'll at least get a chance before your reputation ruins it.”

 

“M-my reputation! What reputation is that?”

 

“Let's see, you know the time you were almost expelled for the hidden cameras in the girl's locker room?”

 

“Hey! I was found not guilty!”

 

“Or the time you barged in while the girls changed into their gym uniforms?”

 

“I was told the wrong room!”

 

Inuyasha's eyebrows rose. “Three times?”

 

“People are trying to frame me I say!”

 

“The list goes on too…”

 

Miroku was silent a moment. Inuyasha smiled as he watched the realization sink in. He was surprised as Miroku shoved the mostly empty lunchbox into his chest. Taking it, Inuyasha looked puzzled as his friend quickly got to his feet. “Where you going?” he shouted as Miroku ran off.

 

“To find Sango! I have to talk to her before it's too late!” Inuyasha chuckled as he watched his friend disappear into the school. For that brief moment, it felt like a normal day.

 

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Taking a deep breath, Sango readied herself. Starting into the school had been simple enough, but adapting to life in it was something completely different. The people inside were—immature to say the least. She listened to their conversations, amazed at how naïve they were about even the simplest notions of how the world worked. And this system is supposed to educate them… The only real thing that will educate someone is experience. Experience was something she had a great deal of, probably more than anyone in the school, teachers included.

 

Talking to her `fellow' students was difficult. The girls were more interested in useless things like what type of boys she liked and her experience with them. Boys were even worse considering the only reason why they seemed to talk to her was the hope experiencing her. Their attempts were laughable. After all, they were simply boys. She figured a decade or so would turn them into a man who could at least tempt her.

 

And then there was Miroku. He was a known accomplice of the succubus who called itself `Kagome.' She was not sure exactly how deep its charm was latched into the poor boy, but she knew she had to proceed with caution. He could have simply had a weak mind and the natural aura the succubus radiated took hold harder than others. Or he could be nothing more than a puppet. Father Onigumo and other teachers in the Order had told her the dangers a succubus' charm was for a man. Destroying the free will and damming them to a life of servitude, never to recover. If he is a puppet… Killing him would be a shame, but death would be salvation rather than a life of mental servitude.

 

That was why she was cautious now. She took great pains suppressing her magical abilities from the succubus. It was difficult losing several senses that came with magic, but it was a loss she was willing to live with if it meant staying out of the demons radar. But when Miroku had suddenly come up to her and said he wanted to discuss something with her after school caused her blood to run cold. Did I mess up somewhere? Does it know? More importantly, Am I walking into a trap?

 

Going against her training, she decided to keep her magical energy suppressed as she made her way to the meeting place. If it was what she thought it was, then there was a chance she could feign ignorance. There are some humans that have faint magic-like energy. If I can convince her that I come from a very spiritual family, it's possible… Clenching her fist, she turned the corner. As expected, Miroku was waiting for her near the center between the two school buildings. Forcing herself to relax, she walked towards him, making note of her surroundings as she walked. It's narrow and out of view, even if most of the students were still here. Perfect for an ambush.

 

“You wanted to see me?” she asked stopping several paces away. She looked around, trying to see if she could catch signs of more people. If there were, they were hiding themselves well.

 

“R-right,” he said nervously. She eyed him suspiciously. He was sweating and not making eye contact. What's going on?

 

“Well?” she asked after several seconds of silence.

 

“Ah, well, the thing is… I've been watching you for some time now and I was wondering.” He took a deep breath. “What do you think about s-spirits?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Or vampires?” She frowned. Where is he going with this? Narrowing her eyes, she studied him, trying to get a reading of his intentions. Is this a test or something? “O-or demons?” he asked, continuing to mumble on.

 

“I don't understand.”

 

“W-well, what I'm trying to ask is—do you believe in them?”

 

“No, of course not,” she responded, making sure not to pause. To her surprise, he looked disappointed. Fear began to trickle up her back. Did I answer wrong? Either way, she had already given her answer; there was no going back now. Shifting her weight to one side, she rested her hand on her hip. “What is this all about?”

 

“No, of course you wouldn't,” he mumbled to himself, looking down. Taking a deep breath, he looked back up at her, his voice loud enough to hear clearly. “But that's okay. I prepared myself for this all day.” He looked her in the eye. Heart racing, she unconsciously straightened her body. Here it comes, she thought as she prepared herself for whatever attack was coming. “Please go out with me!” he yelled, bowing deeply.

 

Several seconds ticked past. “Huh?” She had prepared herself for a dozen likely scenarios, but nothing like this. What the hell is this?

 

“I know I'm not the best looking guy and we don't share the same interests, but I promise that I'll do everything I can to make you happy! All I ask for is a chance!” He was still bowing, more or less talking to the ground below him. She slowly licked her lips, looking around anxiously. What is going on? An attack she could deal with, a confession?

 

“W-what about Kagome?” She sounded flustered. Giving herself a mental kick, she struggled to regain control of her emotions. I've been trained to keep calm under unexpected circumstances! Horror ran through her as she realized what she had just sounded like. I sound like one of my classmates!

 

He straightened a confused look on his face. “What about her?”

 

“Aren't you two—”

 

His eyes widened, waving his arms in front of him. “No! Kagome is my best friend's girlfriend! That's all!”

 

Frowning, Sango began to reanalyze her assessment of the three. I thought it was definitely controlling the two. Is it only the one now? If so, it would make it a lot easier getting close to the succubus. This must mean that his friend is the one with the Shikon Jewel. I see no other reason why the demon would stick around him for so long. She smiled. Here I was worried about finding a way to get inside. It found me!

 

“So um—how about it?” he asked nervously shifting in place.

 

“Fine.”

 

“Really? You'll really go out with me?” It sounded like he did not believe what was happening. It almost made her feel sorry for him. Almost. Remember Sango, he is still in league with the demon. He isn't a puppet, but that doesn't mean he's innocent. From here on, things were going to get a lot harder.

 

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“Is that so? Yeah, I understand. I'll talk to you later.” Inuyasha replaced the phone receiver on its base before leaning back on his mattress.

 

“Who was that?” Kagome asked from her spot at the table. He was surprised she said anything. For the past couple of days, communication between the two had been reduced to a few sentences here and there.

 

“Miroku.”

 

She casually looked over at him, his attention on the TV. “What did he want?”

 

“He was just letting me know how it went.”

 

“Went?”

 

“You know Sango?”

 

Kagome shifted herself so that she was facing him. It was the first real conversation they had had in awhile. “The transfer student?”

 

“Yeah. He asked her out.”

 

“Really?” She looked surprised. Drifting off to her own world, her gaze fell to the table as she thought.

 

“What?” His eyes narrowed. “You sad you lost a follower?”

 

“What if I am?” She smiled, letting him know she was teasing him. “So how did it go?”

 

“Good I guess. She said yes.”

 

“She did?” From her expression, it was as she had been told the world was ending.

 

“Surprised?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Come on, Miroku isn't that bad a guy.”

 

“No, but… she doesn't seem like the type of girl who would associate with someone like Miroku.”

 

Inuyasha shrugged. “Isn't it the same with you? At first glance, you are the perfect woman but getting to know you—” He stopped, realizing his blunder far too late. “Never mind,” he said quickly looking back at the TV, trying to undo what he said. Unfortunately, Kagome would not let him.

 

“What?” she said expectantly. She didn't sound angry, but with her acting skills, that meant nothing.

 

“I said never mind.”

 

“No, I want to know,” she urged.

 

Sighing, he sat up, facing her. “You're difficult to be with, okay?”

 

“That's it?” She smiled, knowing there was more to it than that.

 

“Among other things that I really don't want to spend time listing, yes; in general, you are really difficult to be with.” He leaned back, propping himself up with his arms. “I love you Kagome, but it seems like you're doing you damndest to make me hate you. Always keeping me in the dark, telling me that we can't have a normal relationship…”

 

A slideshow of emotions ran across her face before she finally managed to collect herself. “You don't love me,” she said, but the way it sounded convinced him it was directed at her more than at him.

 

Letting his head fall back, he looked up at the ceiling. “If this isn't love—well, I'm going to stop there to avoid an awfully overused cliché.” Looking back at her, he smiled. “I mean, you told me you're going to hurt me and I find myself still wanting to give a relationship with you a shot.”

 

“You're just saying that.”

 

“I've had three days to think about it and believe me, I thought about it a great deal. Knowing what I know about the entire situation, which I'll admit isn't a whole lot, I still want to give it a chance.”

 

She locked eyes with him. “I don't love you,” she said, voice filled with conviction.

 

“I never expected you to,” he said, breaking eye contact with her. He laughed nervously, scratching his neck. “I think I finally understand why you said you would hurt me. You can never love me the way I love you.” He glanced back up at her. “Am I right?” Her silence answered his question for him. Looking away, he fought against the tears that burned his eyes. “Even still,” he whispered softly.

 

“You're an idiot,” she whispered next to him. He looked over to find her kneeling beside him.

 

He laughed, wiping the beginnings of tears from his eyes. “I know, but love makes us do crazy things sometimes.” Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him into a hug.

 

“I can't talk you out of this, can I?” she asked softly, running her hands across his back. He shook his head. “I'll be with other men.” He pulled away from her, looking up at her with wide eyes. “And I won't hide it. I'll tell you every detail, every touch and how I enjoyed every moment of it. Even with that, you still want to continue?”

 

He bit his lip. He wasn't. Never in a thousand years would he be okay with it. She was trying to find cracks in his resolve, to probe into any weakness and break down his will to continue. “If that's what it takes.” He knew, thought he knew, the heartbreak that would come with being with her. Even still, he had made his decision. Even if this path leads to a dead end, I'm not going to look back. She pulled him back into her chest, his face pressing into her breasts, smothering him. Before he could say anything, he felt her trembling around him. “I-is something wrong? You're shaking.”

 

“I'm sorry,” she said weakly. “It's a little embarrassing…”

 

“What is it?”

 

“I'm hungry,” she cried weakly. Huh? He almost laughed as the tension dissipated, the mood completely destroyed. In fact, he had to make a concerted effort to keep himself from rolling in laughter. The power of two words. “It's not funny!” she groaned, pushing him away. Tears ran down his face as his body freed itself of the emotional burden that had been gathering the past several days. “Whose fault do you think it is anyways!?”

 

“Why didn't you say anything?” he asked, clearing his face.

 

“You looked like you needed time to think,” she said, looking away.

 

He narrowed his eyes. “There are plenty of guys out there. Why not feed off one of them? I'm sure they would be more than willing.” He smiled, sitting straighter. “Then you could tell me all about it. How great it was.” She seemed surprised by his words. In a way, he was only half joking. “What? Didn't you tell me you were going to do that?”

 

She didn't say anything. Pushing him back against the wall, she gently undid his pants. Despite her hunger, she took her time, using her tongue more than her mouth at first. Now that he had something to compare it too, he found Kagome's style completely different than her sister. Kagome had a slow, tender touch while her sister was agonizingly fast.

 

After several minutes, he finally came. Covered in sweat, he let out ragged breaths. She ate a lot, but he made no effort to stop her, even as the tingling sensation turned to pain. Gritting his teeth, he rested his head against the wall, fists twisting at the bed covers. It hurts! Just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, she stopped, releasing him. He gasped for air as his lungs were freed from the paralyzing effects of the pain. The world spun around him as the fresh oxygen flowed through him. Blinking rapidly, the world slowly returned to focus and steadied itself.

 

“That was… different,” he said with a chuckle, trying to keep a lighthearted atmosphere. He found Kagome staring at him. “W-what?” he asked, holding his smile in place.

 

“We… don't have to stop there.” His heart raced at the proposition. It was something he had wanted for a long time…

 

“I thought you didn't want to—you know…”

 

She moved closer, leaning towards him, her lips steadily moving closer to his. “I think… I'm ready to move on,” she whispered. Without thinking, his hand moved to stop her lips inches from his. She backed away, obviously confused.

 

“I'm sorry,” he said, laughing pitifully. “Here I've been dreaming of this day for awhile and when it actually comes...” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I think—no, I know I want it to be something special. Call me romantic, but I want my first time with someone I love to be somewhere a little classier than this shitty apartment.” He met her eyes. “And I want my special person to feel the same way I do.”

 

“But—” He held up a hand stopping her.

 

“I know you won't love me, but at least trust me.”

 

“I do trust you.”

 

“With everything.” She opened her mouth to say something, but slowly closed it. He smiled, nodding slowly as he ran his hand across her cheek. “I can wait.” She smiled mournfully as she sat back in on her legs, nodding slowly. Inuyasha took a deep breath as he started fixing his pants. I can wait.

 

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Stepping outside in the cool night air, Kagome took a deep breath. It was amazing how even the air she breathed had changed in time. Inside, Inuyasha slept peacefully. She hadn't expected to be rejected for sex, let alone by him. Inuyasha was, and would continually be, a man of many surprises.

 

“It's not like you,” a voice said from the darkness. “You must be losing your touch.”

 

“You were watching?” Kagome said, leaning back against the door as her sister stepped into the light cast by the lamp above the door.

 

Her sister was smiling brightly as she leaned against the building next to her. “What can I say? Watching you two is much more entertaining than the stuff on TV.”

 

Kagome let out a huff as she looked down. “Wasting energy as usual.”

 

“It's not like the old days. Getting a refill is easy enough.” Kikyo rubbed her hands together. “I can't wait to get this damn curse off though. I'm going to eat so much…” She trailed off as she glanced over at Kagome. “What's wrong with you?”

 

“Nothing,” Kagome said, keeping her head down.

 

Kikyo's eyes widened as she pushed herself off the building. “Don't tell me—are you seriously thinking about being with him?”

 

“I haven't decided.”

 

“But you're thinking about it!” From the looks of it, Kikyo was ready to tear out her own hair in frustration as she growled angrily. “Kagome, it isn't possible!”

 

“It is possible!” she shot back heatedly, stepping away from the door. Looking back at the door, she lowered her voice. “With him at least, it's possible. He has more than enough energy to sustain me.”

 

Kikyo's expression softened. “It's not even that Kagome, it's you.” She sighed. “I mean, just look at us. Our mother was married to your father and she still slept with his brother. She loved your father, but she also loved mine.” Kagome bit her lip, looking away.

 

“I'm not like mother.”

 

“Then what about Lucas?”

 

“What about Lucas?” she asked defensively.

 

“What's with that tone? Didn't you love him?”

 

“Of course I did! How could you—”

 

“Yet you slept with three others—and not him.” Kagome glared at her sister.

 

“That was different.”

 

“Was it now?” Kikyo said, taking a step towards Kagome, causing her to look up. “Do you know the real reason why he slept with mother? Because he knew you were messing around with other guys so he figured he could do it as well. Heh, unfortunately for him it turned out that he couldn't.” Kikyo's head twisted to the side as Kagome's hand connected with her cheek. Tears ran down her face as she glared at Kikyo. Running her hand against her red cheek, Kikyo smiled. “I know the saying that truth hurts, I just never expected it to hurt me as well.”

 

“What the hell do you want from me?”

 

“I want you to do your job!” Kikyo took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. Her voice was calmer as she spoke. “I'm sorry, but you don't know what it's like living like this!” she said, resting a hand against her stomach. A feeling of guilt ran over Kagome.

 

“I know, and I'm sorry for being so selfish lately. You have been waiting patiently despite your desire to get rid of the sealing spell.” Smiling, Kikyo rested her hand on Kagome's shoulder.

 

“Hey, it's what families are for, right? We may fight, but when it comes down to it, we help each other.” Slowly, her smile disappeared as Kikyo looked past Kagome at the door. “And you know you can't keep him all to yourself, not with his type of energy and what it can do.”

 

Kagome looked away. “I know—I just had hoped…” She looked back towards the door. “He's different. I've never met someone like him before.”

 

Sighing, Kikyo backed away. “I know, he's special to you, but rules are rules.”

 

“It's not fair.” She wanted to keep him all to herself, not because of his energy, but because of him.

 

“How's the jewel?” Kikyo asked, suddenly changing topics.

 

“I think it's almost ready,” Kagome said, resting a hand against her heart.

 

“You think?”

 

Kagome bristled in anger. “What? I've never done this before! How am I supposed to know when it's time!?”

 

“Okay, okay, relax, I was just asking. It's just that the sooner we get this over with, the better for everyone.” Kikyo shifted nervously in place. “The Order has been sending a lot of people to Japan over the past couple of days. They've been keeping a low profile, but when you don't have the land gods on your side; it's a little hard to hide anything. You know it's only a matter of time before they all starting coming here, right?” Kagome nodded. “Okay.” Taking a deep breath, Kikyo shoved her hands in her pockets. “Well, I'm going to get something to eat.” She gave Kagome a sly look. “Unless you'll let me…” She trailed off as she eyed the door behind her. Seeing her sister's glare, Kikyo smiled. “I thought so.”

 

Backing away, Kikyo moved off towards the stairs that lead to the lower levels, casually waving as she left. “Take care sis, and be careful!”

 

Kagome leaned back against the door. Things were starting to go in her favor, she just needed more time…

 

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Not a cliffhanger! Yay! With this chapter, this story officially becomes the longest story page wise I've written. It's also the only story I've not had too much of an ADD problem on as I have not felt the need to work on other stories.

 

Many thanks for the reviews! They really are a big help! I hope I can continue to make enjoyable chapters for everyone.