InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ My Succubus Girlfriend ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

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) Also, this chapter contains graphic violence.

 

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It was late by the time Kagome got back to Inuyasha's apartment. For hours, she racked her thoughts, trying to find some solution her sister had missed. Though she hadn't given up completely, the situation looked hopeless. It wasn't fair to her and it especially wasn't fair to Inuyasha. He had done nothing to deserve this fate.

 

Opening the door, she silently entered, closing the door softly behind her. Given the two options she had, her decision was all but made. Even if he was human, if the Order got a hold of him while still attached to the necklace, his last moments would be agonizingly painful. The thought of his life being slowly drained from him was little better, but at the very least he would enjoy it. Even if Kagome took the form of his dream woman, succubi were far from repulsive. The idea of sharing Inuyasha with a dozen other succubi didn't sit well with her, but she had little choice in the matter.

 

“Hey, what's up? You're home early,” Inuyasha said, looking over his shoulder as he sat at the small table, the TV on in front of him.

 

She smiled. “We weren't that busy so I asked to go home early.”

 

“That so…” He turned back towards the TV. Throat tightening, her eyes burned as she fought back tears.

 

“Say, you want something to eat? Anything you want, I'll fix.” Her voice quivered slightly, but he didn't seem to notice.

 

“Na, it's fine. I already ate,” he said as he pointed towards an empty Ramen cup, his eyes not moving from the TV.

 

“I see,” she said softly as she slowly moved into the apartment. Her eyes gravitated over towards the empty mattress. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage. She wanted to take a seat beside him. To snuggle close and just talk, about what, she didn't care. But if she did that, she knew she would never be able to do what she was about to. “Say, I'm a little hungry.”

 

“Eh? Didn't you just eat this morning?” he asked, leaning back to look up at her. The corners of her smile quivered as she held it in place.

 

“I used a little too much at work, sorry.”

 

Sighing, he shook his head. “Fine, fine.” Though he acted annoyed, she could see he was excited. Scooting away from the table, he began undoing his pants.

 

“Actually, I don't need that much.” He looked up, confused. “I'll just get a little from a couple kisses.” Her stomach twisted as a brief look of disappointment crossed his face. Don't worry. This will be much better than anything before.

 

“Ah, right, sorry. I forgot about that.”

 

Lowering herself to her knees, she positioned herself in front of him. His eyes met her, completely unaware of what the night would hold. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips meeting his. Their kisses were slow, tender. She knew that due to her solely feeding on him, his resistance to her natural charm was higher than it had been in the beginning, but inevitably, his resistance would crumble. No man had ever been able to withstand the advances of a succubus who intended to feed. She hoped, prayed that Inuyasha would be the exception. She wanted him to stop her.

 

But Inuyasha wasn't an exception. His breathing was growing heavy as he put more passion into his kisses. Feeling his hand against her breath was when she knew only she could stop it. Her presence was overwhelming him, forcing his body to act on its carnal desire. By now, his consciousness would be taking a back seat. For him, sex with her would be nothing more than watching through foggy glass.

 

Breaking the kiss, he began to tug at her shirt. She offered no resistance as he pulled it over her head, exposing her bare chest. His kisses were more forceful now, his tongue forcing itself past her lips. A shiver ran through her body as his chilled hands pressed against her breasts, cupping them gently before running his thumb in circles around her hardening nipples.

 

Removing his shirt, he pulled her over to the mattress, pushing her back onto it before crawling over her to press his lips against hers once more. A brief moment of thankfulness ran through her. There was still enough left of him to be aware of their surroundings. In most cases, she ended up on the ground even if there was a perfectly good bed a few feet away. A moan escaped her lips as he traveled down her chest, his rough tongue against the skin of her breast as he slowly inched closer to her nipple. As he moved down, he took her shorts with him. Mouth attaching to her nipple, he sucked softly as he circled his tongue around it before flicking it playfully. Breathing hard, she gasped as one of his hands ran across the skin of her stomach before running along the slit. Any regret or thoughts were expelled from her mind as his finger entered her. Her body quivering at his touch, her breaths came in sharp gasps as he teasingly removed the finger, running it along her lips before pushing inside once more. She was surprised at how her body reacted. Never before had she been so sensitive. Body moving on its own, she pushed herself against his hand, urging him farther inside.

 

Suddenly, he withdrew, leaving her mind wheeling in confusion as the comforting warmth left her. Blinking, her chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. Finely recovering enough to lift her head, she found Inuyasha tossing his pants aside. In the moment, she had forgotten that foreplay rarely lasted more than a few minutes. The more excited she got, the more powerful the charm and the greater the desire for the man to join. The fact he had lasted as long as he did with how excited she was surprised even her.

 

Spreading her legs aside, Inuyasha moved in between them. Holding his erect cock firm in one hand, he slowly ran it along her wet slit before sliding it inside. Gasping, she looked up at the ceiling as he plunged deep inside her. She felt… fulfilled. She had always known he wasn't as big as some. It had always mattered to her in the past, but oddly enough, she found she didn't care. There was only a slight pause between him sliding into her fully and him pulling out. Hands on either side of her, he leaned forward as he rammed himself back into her, setting a vigorous pace. Cries of pleasure left her lips as her hips moved automatically against his thrusts. Her hands gripped at the mattress, trying to keep from sliding away as he pounded himself against her. She was use to rough treatment. Most times, intense lust was the only thing that connected her to her partner.

 

In minutes, both their bodies were slick with sweat. His eyes ran over her nude body below him before meeting her eyes. The usually sparkle that was housed was missing, giving his eyes an almost glassy look. His breath came in ragged gasps. Had she been a normal girl, he would have finished long ago but she was far from normal. Even if she wished it, her body would not allow him until she reached climax and his body would not stop until he pushed her there.

 

He was more into it than she anticipated; his feelings for her driving his desire to fulfill her. It was difficult to get him to slow down enough for her to move, but after a few quick movements on both their parts, she found herself on top. Resting her hands on his chest, she started at a more relaxed pace. She could feel his heart and breathing slow to more acceptable levels. A smile spreading across her face, she closed her eyes briefly as she enjoyed her favorite position. Opening them, she watched as his eyes followed her breasts as she slid up and down along his cock. She twisted her hips in a short circular motion as she moved. Fighting against her instinct to increase the pace, she forced herself to continue the slower motion. Finally, she could take no more, her desire for release burning within her. His hands moved to support her waist as she leaned more on his chest, forcing herself down against him with increasing force. Her breaths left her in short, loud huffs as the slapping sound of skin against skin filled the room. His breathing became more labored as his body struggled to keep up with hers but her hand on his chest let her know he was fairing far better than he had before.

 

Biting her lip, she felt herself grow closer with each drop. Her heart pounded against her chest, her skin burning hot until she could take it no longer. With a shrill shriek, her mind blanked as overwhelming pleasure washed over her, her body quivering. In the same moment, Inuyasha thrust himself into her as he cried her name, emptying his seed into her waiting body. That was not all that left him. Raw energy flowed from him into her. Her fingernails dug into his chest as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Squeezing her eyes closed, her lungs were frozen as her body became light. In what seemed like minutes, the few seconds of feeding passed.

 

Coughing, Kagome leaned weakly forward against her entire arm as her lungs unfroze, allowing her to gasp for fresh air. She had forgotten just how much the raw crimson energy was to gather. Even now, it felt like she had shoved a thousand pins inside her. Below her, Inuyasha was gasping for breath, his eyes locked to the ceiling. As her breathing calmed down and the prickly feeling left her, she looked down at Inuyasha, his face inches from hers. To her surprise, he looked down to met her eyes.

 

“T-that was insane,” he gasped. He sounded like he had just ran a marathon.

 

“Y-you were there?”

 

His smile betrayed his confusion. “Of course I was. Though I have to say, I'm a little surprised you suddenly did this.” His eyes widened slightly. “Not that I mind! It was fantastic!” The corner of his mouth twitched as he held his smile in place. “There were a couple parts where I honestly thought I was going to die. Not to mention my head was really fuzzy for about half of it and my body would move on its own more often then I wanted it too.” He blinked in confusion as her tears splattered against his bare chest. “W-what's wrong?”

 

He was there the entire time… It wasn't just a mindless body driven by instinct and desire. She felt him slowly soften inside her. “Nothing,” she said, resting her head against his chest. Tears continued to run down her face to rest on his chest. She felt his arms cautiously surround her before closing tightly around her. It was the first time she felt comfortable after sex.

 

“You're not going anywhere—right?” he asked softly, obviously struggling to stay awake.

 

She smiled, enjoying the warm feeling his embrace gave her. “No,” she lied. “I'm not going anywhere.” Above her head, the Shikon Jewel glowed brightly. Ignoring it, she closed her eyes. Please… just a little longer. I want to enjoy this a little longer…

 

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The door opened noisily as Kikyo quickly moved into the apartment. Inside, Kagome was just finishing redressing. At her feet, Inuyasha lay sprawled out over his mattress, snoring lightly. A small smile crossed Kikyo's lips as she looked at her sister. “I'm envious. It looked like you had fun! So, how was it getting back on the bike?” Angrily, Kagome looked away. Sighing, Kikyo looked down. “Look, I'm sorry it has to be this way. I really am.”

 

Slowly, Kagome stopped buttoning her shirt. “It was the first time,” she whispered softly, looking down at her arms.

 

“Huh?”

 

Smiling, fresh tears ran down her face as Kagome looked over at her sister. “It was the first time someone had ever held me after sex.” She took a deep breath, her breath shuddering as she inhaled. “I would trade this energy rush for that feeling in a heartbeat.”

 

Kikyo looked down at the sleeping man in surprise. “You mean he was still conscious?” She shook her head slowly in amazement. “He certainly is an interesting man. For me, they barely have time to roll off me before falling asleep, and I'm not even getting my fill.”

 

Kagome looked past her sister as several other women stood at the entrance behind her. “Are they all—?” Kikyo nodded slowly. Quickly looking away, Kagome nodded. “Okay,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Moving over to her sister, Kikyo rested a hand on her shoulder, giving her a comforting smile.

 

“Don't worry. He'll enjoy it. I promise.” Nodding, Kagome moved away from her sister over to the sleeping Inuyasha. Bending down, she ran a hand across his sleeping face, smiling. Leaning down, she gently kissed his lips.

 

“Goodbye,” she whispered, her hand grabbing the glowing jewel. Pulling away, the chain jerked against the crystal, stopping it. Kagome gave it another tug, the chain holding firm. Frowning, she tried several more times, using increasingly more force with each tug. Changing her tactics, she tried to pull the entire necklace over his head only to find it becoming increasingly heavy. Out of options, she looked up at her sister in worry.

 

“What's wrong?” Kikyo asked, moving closer.

 

“I can't remove it.”

 

Kikyo frowned, crouching beside her. Taking the crystal from her sister, she yelped as she jerked her hand away. “I can't touch it. It's mature alright.”

 

“Then why can't I remove it?” Kagome asked worriedly, looking between Inuyasha and her sister.

 

Slowly, Kikyo rose to her feet. “This is bad.”

 

“What's going to happen now?” Kagome gave her sister a frightened look as she stared up at her.

 

“I have no idea…”

 

Automatically, Kagome's hand moved to her stomach. Inside, she carried the genetic material that would make up her and Inuyasha's child. A new type of fear crept over Kagome as she stared down at the glowing crystal. While she carried the material for the body, it was Inuyasha who carried the life essence of their child. Without it, there would be nothing.

 

Kikyo's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Come on, we need to go see mother.”

 

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“Welcome to Tokyo Father,” Sango said with a slight bow as Naraku descended from the plane. Stopping beside her, he took a deep breath, surveying the area. Around the area, men and women stood at attention. This was the largest gathering of Order members in generations. The fact that she would be a part of it made her swell with pride. Yet the sight of Naraku didn't give her the comforting peace she had grown use to. She was happy to see him, that much was without question, but his presence here meant her previous mission was over. Her time with Miroku was over. Her fist tightened at the unpleasant thought. Sometimes, one must sacrifice for the greater good, she thought, repeating one of the many lessons Naraku had taught her.

 

“It has been awhile,” he said softly, looking around. “My has it changed.”

 

Sango eyed him with confusion. “Father?” To her knowledge, Naraku had never been outside the Vatican.

 

As if noticing her for the first time, Naraku smiled. “It is nothing. Come, walk with me,” he said, moving towards the waiting cars. Instantly, she fell in step at his side.

 

“I am sorry I was not able to retrieve the information you asked of me,” she said quickly.

 

“Do not worry Child. All that matters is the information was gathered. The means do not matter, only the end.” Sango relaxed at his words. Ever since learning of his intention to come here, she had worried that he would punish her. There was a slight hesitation in his step. “However, there is a small problem.”

 

Her eyes widened. “What is it Father?” Stopping, he turned to face her. Unconsciously, she took a step back from him.

 

“A young man happened to acquire one of our scholar tomes. Granted, it is an old one, but the fact remains that he knows of our existence.” An almost nonexistent smile formed. “I believe you know this young man well.”

 

Her throat tightened as her back stiffened. “M-Miroku Father?” Her usual resolute voice faltered at the name.

 

A look of enlightenment crossed Naraku's face. “Ah yes, that was the name.”

 

“My task?” It was hard to breathe. She prayed to not hear the coming words.

 

“He is a threat to us alive. Eliminate him.”

 

There was a second of hesitation. “Yes Father.” His eyebrows rose in interest.

 

“You hesitate?”

 

“No Father,” she said immediately. He smiled.

 

“You care for the boy.”

 

“No Father,” she answered.

 

“Come now, you are not the type to engage in sinful activities for an entire weekend with someone you do not care about.” The word sinful hit her like a physical blow, her body shaking.

 

“It was a mistake Father.” She bowed slowly. “Forgive me.”

 

She felt his hands on her shoulders. “Do not bow to me for it is not I who forgives.” Slowly, she rose up, his hands still on her shoulders. Unshed tears burned her eyes as she met his eyes. “Love is what separates us from the monsters that infest this world.”

 

“I do not love him Father.”

 

“Perhaps not, but the possibility for it to grow in a place of absence is there.”

 

She was silent for a moment as she digested his words. “Then what shall I do?”

 

He removed his hands from her shoulders, turning away towards the cars. “There are preparations that must be done. These are things that only I myself can do.” He glanced over his shoulder at her. “In the meantime, you are free to do as you wish.”

 

Happiness surged through her. “Then—”

 

He nodded slowly after looking away. “One day,” he said, resuming his walk to the cars. “I will be ready in one day.”

 

“Thank you Father!” she said happily.

 

He paused. “Your task has not changed however. I give you one day for yourself, but when you rejoin me, you heart will hold no other than myself and the Lord.”

 

“I understand Father,” she said, bowing. She remained bowing even as he stepped into the car. Only after the cars were moving did she straighten. Sango was thrilled. It was the first time she had been allowed to act on her own, to do whatever she wished. She knew that she would spend it with Miroku. The thought of him instantly killed all the joy that had been building. I'm going to spend the entire day with Miroku—and then I'm going to kill him. Standing there, a chill breeze cut through her. Was this a reward, or a punishment?

 

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“Mom, we have a problem,” Kikyo said, entering the small shop. Their mother looked away from the women she had been talking to, eyeing both Kagome and her sister in surprise.

 

“What?”

 

“I did it,” Kagome said, moving past her sister. She rested her hands on her stomach. “I've done what you wanted me to.”

 

Her mother gave her a bemused smile. “Then what is it? If you have collected a suitable mans seed, then we must begin the binding ritual—”

 

“I couldn't remove the necklace.”

 

The smile disappeared from her mother's face. “What?” She glanced over at Kikyo. “Was it not mature?”

 

“It was. When I went to try and remove it, it burned me.” Her mother's eyes narrowed at Kagome. “She is not trying to stop the ritual,” Kikyo said quickly, preempting her mother's words. “I was there. She honestly tried to remove it.”

 

“Mother, about Inuyasha—”

 

“Not now Kagome,” her mother said as she set her fist against her chin, thinking. “What you are telling me makes no sense.” She looked at Kagome. “You had sex with him, right?”

 

Kagome slammed her fist into the wall. To her surprise, she felt it give way under her fist. She was not the only one surprised. The others looked at the massive crack in shock. Slowly, she removed her fist, face reddening. It's been too long since I've had this much power. It was such an odd feeling. Not only did she feel bloated from the feeding process, but the energy she held poured from her body. Yet as much as the raw energy left her, the fact that it had not yet diminished in potency frightened her. Inuyasha's energy stores were truly terrifying.

 

Her mother looked towards Kikyo, who gave a short nod. “Sorry,” she said, looking back at Kagome. “But I had to be sure.”

 

“Is is because I'm too young?” Kagome asked suddenly, breaking the awkward silence that had formed.

 

Her mother shook her head. “Your body has remained one-hundred twenty eight, but that should not be a problem. Yes, it is true that we usually have our first child at one-hundred forty, but even a fourteen year old human can become pregnant. Your body has matured quickly. You could probably have had your first at one-hundred fifteen, but we weren't in need of numbers then so I did not push it. Even if your body was not ready, it does not explain why you could not remove the mature jewel.” Her mother rubbed her chin. “All that would happen in that case is the life essence in the jewel would fail to bond to the material body during the ritual.”

 

Kagome's eyes widened. “If that happened—”

 

Her mother brushed it aside with a wave of her hand. “The life essence would be safe within the jewel. All it would take is for you to collect another genetic sample from another man.”

 

“But I don't want another man's child! I want Inuyasha's!”

 

“That is not the point!” her mother said, voice rising in anger. “Whatever man you use to collect for the material body is useless without the life essence the jewel holds!” Kagome was frightened. Not because of her mother's anger, but because of the fear in her eyes. It was the first time Kagome had ever seen her mother afraid. “Have I miscalculated?” she muttered softly.

 

“What is it?”

 

“I never thought—” She looked up at Kagome and Kikyo. “There has been an incident similar to this.”

 

“There has?” This was the first time Kagome had heard of it, but she wasn't that surprised by her ignorance in the matter. Though she was part of the Council, she had never once helped in the binding ritual for a fellow Sister.

 

Her mother nodded. “Yes, with you,” she said, staring at Kagome.

 

“Me?” Her mother continued to nod.

 

“Your father was wonderful man. While it was a different kind, your father had a rare type of energy. Instead of the raw energy that your friend has, it was highly refined and wonderful for performing very difficult precision spells.” She nodded to herself, remembering back. “I do remember having a great deal of trouble removing the jewel.”

 

“And? How did you remove it?” Kikyo asked excitedly.

 

Cursing, their mother rubbed her temples. “Why did I not think of it at the time? This could all have been avoided if I had picked a human with less powerful energy!”

 

“How did you remove it?” Kikyo pressed. Kagome could tell she wanted to know desperately. Of course she does, everyone here does… She held her hand against her stomach, rubbing it softly. I'm sure that after almost eight hundred years, she wants a child of her own. She had never thought about having one before. In the past, there was no time limit, no necessity to rush. Even now, she had mixed feelings. She knew the necessity of it, but she also felt the weight of responsibility creating a new life required. She didn't feel ready. But if she had to bring a child into the world, she was determined the father would be Inuyasha.

 

“A very difficult and lengthy ritual. In the end, it took the help of a land god to complete it.” She looked at Kagome. “I fear that because the man holding it has such an unbelievable amount of energy, it would be even more difficult.”

 

“There is a land god in the area—”

 

“No, we lack the material needed for the ritual in the first place. Back then, the items were fairly easy to acquire. In today's world…” She looked disturbed. “Killing him while wearing the necklace is too risky. Since it is still linked to him, it may damage the jewel.”

 

A long silence fell over the group as each retreated to their own thoughts. “Then what do we do?” Kikyo asked, desperation in her voice. Taking a deep breath, their mother nodded.

 

“For the moment, we must get Kagome to safety. Japan is too dangerous.”

 

Kikyo nodded. “I've already bought tickets for a flight to America tomorrow.”

 

“But what about Inuyasha?”

 

“Do not worry. We will watch over him.”

 

“No! I want to stay here and be with him!”

 

“Impossible! To have both of you at the same place—” Her mother shook her head. “I will not have it.”

 

“But—”

 

“This conversation is over. I have made my decision.”

 

Kagome bit her lip to keep from lashing out at her mother. With this much power running through her body, a simple slap could have dire consequences. She could defend Inuyasha, she knew she could. With her in this state and with the backup of her fellow Sisters, nothing the Order could throw against them would be a threat. She clenched her fists. Even still, she knew her mother was right. Putting them together would endanger him more than if she stayed away. For the time being, she was the Orders target. They didn't know about the necklace yet. She would accept the pain of separation for the knowledge that Inuyasha would be safe.

 

Seeing that Kagome was not going to press the issue, her mother nodded. “Good, now we have a lot to prepare for…”

 

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When Inuyasha awoke, his entire body ached. It had been a long time since his body felt like it had been hit by a truck. It was a feeling he would much rather forget.

 

“Holy shit,” he groaned as the world spun around him. Sitting up, he blinked rapidly until things stopped spinning around him. A shiver ran through his body as he looked down to find himself completely naked. The memories of the night before flashed through him. Instantly, his face reddened as he remembered the passion and intensity of his first sexual experience. He knew the entire thing had been abnormal, but considering who he had done it with, it was to be expected. All that mattered was it had been amazing and Kagome seemed to have enjoyed it as well.

 

“That was some night,” Inuyasha said, looking around the apartment. When silence answered him, he frowned. Wincing, he got to his feet. “Kagome?” he asked, looking around. He stopped himself. The apartment wasn't that big. If he could see her, then she was gone. His heart rate picked up as he looked at the clock. It was close to noon. But what day is it? If he had passed out for multiple days again...

 

Frantically, he threw on some clothes and stepped outside into the bright light. Looking from side to side, he spied a newspaper that hadn't been brought in yet. Thank God, he thought as he rushed over. Opening the paper, he eyed the date. I only slept in late, he thought as he replaced the paper in the box. He frowned. Is she at school? It was a Friday. Calming down, he nodded to himself. That had to be it. Taking a deep breath, he returned back to his apartment. I'll grab something quick to eat, take a shower, and check out school. Peeling off the shirt, he tossed it aside as he stepped into the kitchen. He hummed happily as he searched for something to eat. Today is going to be a good day.

 

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Sango collapsed forward against the soft bed, gasping for breath. Beside her, Miroku fell to his back. Like her, he was panting heavily and covered in sweat. “You—really are—surprising,” Miroku panted out between breaths.

 

Grabbing the pillow and pulling it to her bare breast, Sango stared forward at the bed frame. “Why do you say that?” Years of training her body had allowed her to recover faster. Even now, she felt her heart rate and breathing gradually return to normal. It took a long time for Miroku to recover enough to get out an entire sentence.

 

“Well, you make a big deal out of taking our relationship slower, even to the point of no sex. Then, you suddenly call me out and we skip school to do nothing but have sex.” He chuckled. “You certainly know the key to my heart.”

 

She looked over at him. “Do you love me?” she asked in a nonchalant tone.

 

His eyes widened. “Uh—” He frowned, looking up at the ceiling. She could see he was thinking. “Well, I love having sex with you,” he finally answered. He laughed nervously. “Not that that's all! Hanging out with you is just as fun! I certainly don't dislike you, but calling it love is—well—what I'm trying to say—”

 

She smiled. “That's okay.”

 

He seemed surprised by her answer. “It is?”

 

She nodded. “I enjoy having sex with you too.”

 

He smiled. “That's good to hear.” His smile faded, replaced by a frown as a new thought popped in his head. “Do you love me?”

 

She thought for a moment. Finally, she gave up. “I don't know.”

 

“I see.” While he didn't look unhappy, he didn't look happy either.

 

“You are an interesting guy and I honestly enjoy being around you. But love—I'm not quite sure what that's supposed to feel like.”

 

Miroku laughed. “I don't think anyone does.” He looked back up at the ceiling. “So what exactly does that make us?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, are we lovers, or just fuck buddies?”

 

She knew immediately which one she wanted him to be. “I don't know.” She glanced over at him, watching as he continued to stare at the ceiling. “What do you think we should be?”

 

“Hmm.” The fact that he was thinking it disheartened her. Finally he smiled as he decided. “I wouldn't mind trying for the long haul.”

 

She smiled, her answer mirroring his. Rolling onto her side, she looked at him. “Want to do it again?”

 

He was surprised. “You asking for another round?”

 

“What? You don't want to?”

 

“Don't want to?” She laughed as he began to stiffen at the mere thought. Deciding that she would take a more active role, she straddled him. “Hold on, let me get a condom,” he said, reaching for the basket near the bed. Reaching up, she held his outstretched arm.

 

“It's fine.”

 

Once more, he looked surprised. “You sure?” She nodded.

 

It didn't take her long to get him hard. No matter how many times they did it, he was always ready for one more. Raising herself up, she carefully positioned him at her entrance. Slowly, she dropped down until he was fully inside her. She wasted no time savoring the sensation and began quickly bouncing up and down, causing the bed to rock violently below them. Even with his hands supporting her, she found the movement made it difficult to keep a steady pace. Reluctantly, she leaned forward, her hands on either side of him. He smiled up at her, or rather, he smiled up at her breasts. His eyes moved in unison to their swaying. She felt a brief flash of anger run through her as she realized he rarely looked at her when they had sex.

 

“Sango—” He grunted, hands tightening on her sides. “Sango—I'm going to—”

 

“Already?!” she cried, not slowing her pace.

 

“S-Sango! I really can't—!” In the same moment, she felt him shudder under her as he twitched inside her. He gasped for breath as his hot seed shot into her. She stopped, watching him as his cock began to soften.

 

“That was quick,” she said, pouting.

 

“Sorry,” he gasped. “I wasn't expecting it to feel that much better.” He smiled. “Besides—you look hot with your breasts bouncing everywhere.”

 

Suddenly, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. It felt awkward, him tense below her. Slowly, she pulled away. “What was that for?” he asked, staring up at her.

 

“I-I don't know,” she said, pressing her hand against her lips. It was the first time she had kissed him. “I just felt like it.”

 

He smiled. “I liked it.”

 

She felt her face redden. “I'm going to go take a shower,” she said, quickly sliding off him.

 

“Ah, want me to—”

 

“No!” she said quickly. He was surprised by her quick reaction. She smiled. “You should rest. You're going to need the energy when I get back.” He grinned.

 

“Okay then.”

 

Quickly, she stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Pressing a hand to her chest, she felt her heart race under it. Why did it have to be like this? She felt lightheaded. Closing her eyes, she took several long, deep breaths. Opening them again, she turned on the water. Slowly, she brought her bag from the floor to the sink. Pulling it open, she removed the gun. It took only a few seconds for her to fish the silencer and magazine out and assemble them together. Frozen in place, she stared down at the gun, its weight far heavier than she remembered.

 

Heh-heh-heh, you can't do it. I know you can't. I can see your thoughts.

 

The deep voice caused her flesh to crawl. Turning, she looked behind her to find nothing. “Who's there?”

 

Come now Sango… don't tell me you don't remember your first… Pain hit her stomach as an old memory flashed in her mind. A black entity towered above her, mouth smiling as its red eyes stared down at her. Black slime covered her struggling body as it pushed itself into her. The pain caused her to fall to her knees. Tears ran down her face as she clutched her chest, wheezing as the pain suddenly ceased.

 

Does that help?

 

“What do you want?” she choked out, recovering from the mental shock. She had long since repressed the memories of that day. Why? Why is this happening now?

 

Ah, now that is the question. `Why now?' `Why do I hear him now after so many years?' Insidious laughter rang inside her head. I am quite a busy demon. You should be honored that I have taken an interest in you once more. A shiver ran through her body. It felt like something was crawling along her skin. As much as she tried, she couldn't claw the feeling off her. Come now, you know I was far better than that pathetic human.

 

“Leave me alone!” More laughter followed.

 

Very well, but first I shall grant you your wish.

 

“My wish?” she gasped as the presence left her skin.

 

Yes, you see I am not as bad as your mind and body believe me to be. Your so-called `master' has commanded you to kill that boy, correct? She nodded, eyeing the gun that rested in her hand. You care for that boy, don't you? After a long pause, she nodded again. Then he shall live!

 

“But Naraku—” Her voice caught in her throat as something squeezed around her neck. Choking, she clawed at her neck in vain. Nothing was there to remove. Panic gripped her as she felt her body rise slightly.

 

I AM THE SOURCE OF YOUR POWER! I AM YOUR MASTER AND YOU WILL OBEY ME! The voice thundered in her head. Instantly, the pressure on her neck and in her head vanished and she fell back against the wall, coughing and gasping for breath. Terror clouded her mind as she curled up in a ball, shaking. Something slimy gently stroked her cheek. I am sorry my dear… the voice cooed softly. The shaking increased as more tears ran down her face. The creature's voice was far more terrifying when it attempted to sound kind. Now… your answer? Reaching out, she quickly pushed the gun away from her before pulling her arm back against her trembling body. Good… Excellent… I knew you were an intelligent woman… that is why I chose you. Now, finish what you came to do. Clean yourself and return to him. Busy yourself with his body if you so wish, but remember that you are, and forever will be, mine. She nodded slowly. Good… There is no need to return to Naraku. His part will soon end. The slimy presence left her face. Soon… Soon I will walk with you once more!

 

Just as quickly as it appeared, the invisible entity was gone. Quickly, she pushed herself from the floor and stepped into the water. Tears running down her face, she clawed at her skin, scrubbing and scrubbing, but the lingering touch of the demon would not leave…

 

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Anna rubbed her hands together anxiously as she looked around. Beside her, Eiko gently rested her hand against her arm. “Relax.”

 

“I am relaxed,” Anna snapped. Eiko's eyebrows rose. Sighing, Anna shook her head. “Fine, I may be a little tense, but that's understandable in this situation.”

 

“Why do you think the jewel didn't come off?” Eiko asked, her attention focused on Inuyasha as he crossed the street.

 

“Who knows? I've never paid much attention to that type of thing.”

 

Eiko looked surprised, turning her head to look at her companion. “Not even a little?”

 

She shook her head. “I was never the motherly type. I've played mom to several men's children over the centuries, but I never had a desire to have my own.”

 

“That's surprising.”

 

Anna was quiet for a moment, looking between Inuyasha and Eiko. “Say, what's the first thing you're going to do when we get this curse lifted?”

 

“I'm going to eat so much I—” Her expression suddenly shifted to caution. Anna quickly looked off to where she was looking. “Do you—?”

 

“I feel it too,” Anna said as she began running towards Inuyasha. A gunshot pierced the air, sending the crowded sidewalk into a panic. Cursing, Anna and Eiko pushed their way towards Inuyasha. The world suddenly slowed, the screams of people fading to a dull murmur. Blinking in surprise, she looked down to find red spreading across her white shirt from where the handle of the knife stuck from her body. She looked up at the man in the hoodie before her. He wore a twisted smile, the upper portion hidden by the hood.

 

“Enjoy hell demon,” he whispered before fading back into the screaming crowd. Grabbing the handle, she staggered back, the pain finally hitting her.

 

“Anna what—” Eiko's eyes widened as she looked down at the handle protruding from Anna's abdomen. “Anna!” she screamed, rushing towards her. She grabbed her seconds before Anna lost the strength to stand. “What—”

 

“Go!” Anna said, gritting her teeth in pain.

 

“The blade—”

 

“Forget me! Inuyasha—” She winced in pain. Breathing hurt.

 

“I'm not leaving you!”

 

“That's exactly what they want! Go! They are after him! They were after him the entire time!” They had been completely fooled. This entire time they had been focusing on keeping Kagome safe. It had made sense at the time. Kagome wasn't bound by the curse and therefore was a threat. How were they supposed to know the Order knew what the Shikon Jewel did? It had been hidden from them for generations. Eiko still didn't move, tears running down her face. “Hurry up! Something like this isn't going to kill me!” It wasn't false bravado. Anna had lived a long time. There were at least six times she honestly thought she was going to die. Something like this didn't even come close.

 

Leaning forward, Eiko pressed her lips against hers. Anna returned the force equally. “Call for help,” she said, slowly lowering Anna to the ground.

 

“You don't need to remind me!” Anna gasped. “Be careful! There are a lot of them.” With a nod, Eiko ran off in the direction Inuyasha had last been. Sighing, she looked down at the wound. Grinding her teeth together, she slowly pulled the blade from her stomach, crying in pain as it finally gave way. Pressing her hand against the wound, it was instantly soaked in warm blood. “Ah, fuck,” she muttered as she concentrated as much energy as she could spare towards the wound. She wouldn't be able to close the wound, but stopping the bleeding could be done. “I knew I should have ate this morning.” The bleeding under control, she reached into her pocket and fished out her cell phone. Flipping it open, she pressed the speed dial. Mother was not going to be happy…

 

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“They have him,” Kagome's mother said in a solemn voice as she set the phone back on its base.

 

“Have who?” Kagome asked without thinking, looking up from the suitcase she was in the process of stuffing. There were still a few things she needed to pack before heading towards the airport with Kikyo. Besides what she currently wore, everything in the suitcase was new. Kikyo had taken her shopping, letting her by whatever she wanted. Even if she had worn it for over a day now, she wanted the outfit that Inuyasha had bought for her. While it wasn't as intense as yesterday, she still had a vast amount of his energy running through her—more than enough to spare a small amount for cleaning. It took a second for her to realize there was only one `him' that mattered to her mother. Her face instantly paled. Clenching her fists, she glared over at Kikyo. “I thought you said you had people watching him!”

 

“I did!” Kikyo looked over at their mother. “What happened to Anna and Eiko?”

 

“Anna was injured. I didn't get the full details, but she'll make it. Luckily, Eiko was able to see them grab him. She's following them now.” Kagome was halfway towards the door by the time her mother could react. “Kagome, where are you going?”

 

“Isn't that obvious? I'm going to get him.”

 

“Don't be a fool. It's obviously a trap. We don't know what their planning so we have to approach this with caution.”

 

“Mom, we don't have time for caution! What happens when they kill him?”

 

“Calm yourself and think about it. If they wanted him dead, he already would be. No, they want him for something. For what, I don't know.” She frowned, pressing her hand against her chin as she thought. “It doesn't make sense. If they were trying to stop us from lifting the curse…”

 

“So they aren't trying to stop us, or at least, that's not their main goal,” Kikyo said, moving closer to Kagome. She looked over at their mother. “What else could they be after? What possible use do they have for the Shikon Jewel? Without a body, the life essence is useless.”

 

Their mother's eyes went wide as she looked at Kikyo. “Unless… No, that doesn't make any sense.”

 

“What is it?” Kagome asked.

 

“Well… life essence is used in dark magic rituals. Most powerful summoning rituals require a substantial sacrifice to even get it started.”

 

“So they want to use the jewel? Why wouldn't they just use a person?”

 

“They are—Inuyasha is there,” Kikyo said.

 

“We have to go.” To Kagome's surprise, it was her mother who said it. “If they are going to attempt what I think they are, we have to go now!” she said, quickly moving past them. Kikyo and Kagome paused a moment to exchange concerned glances before rushing off after their mother.

 

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Consciousness slowly returned to Inuyasha. Groaning, he opened his eyes. Luckily, the lighting was dim so his pounding headache wasn't going to get any worse. Taking a deep breath, he tried to move only to find his hands bound against—whatever it was he was lying on. Frowning, he looked down towards his feet to find them bound as well. Fear trickling over him, he tried to look around. Candles surrounded him in what looked to be a church, only an evil one. Cryptic symbols and puzzling designs surrounded him. The walls, the floor, everything was covered in them. A crucifix, usually located somewhere in a church like this, was nowhere to be found. After looking around a bit, he did find out where he was tied up at: the alter.

 

“Ah, you're awake,” a voice said from the darkness.

 

“Who's there?” Inuyasha croaked, his throat dry. “Where am I?”

 

Movement caught his eye. Looking over, he was surprised to find a priest step into the light cast from the candles. “A friend,” the man said with a smile. “And you are in God's house.”

 

Tugging at his bindings, Inuyasha stared at the creepy man. “Friends don't usually tie each other up, at least not without a safety word.” He looked around. “And I'm not quite sure I like God's new direction with the décor. Probably not the best idea if you are hoping to boost attendance.” He tried his best to sound tough. He didn't realize how hard it was when you were scared shitless.

 

The man chuckled softly. “A sense of humor, I like that.” He moved around Inuyasha. He was doing something as he moved, but Inuyasha couldn't make it out from his position.

 

“Where is everyone else?”

 

“Oh it will just be you, me and Him tonight.” It was then that Inuyasha noticed the small emblem on the priest tunic. Squinting, he tried to make out where he had seen it before. His eyes widened in realization.

 

“You're with the Order!”

 

The man followed Inuyasha's gaze to the emblem before smiling. “Very impressive. I'm surprised she told you that much.”

 

“She told me you were the bad guys.”

 

“Of course she would say that, she's a demon. We are their enemies.” He turned his head to look at Inuyasha. “After all, we are fighting to protect humanity.”

 

Looking down at his bindings, Inuyasha gave his arms another try. It was no use. They were tied tightly. “Doesn't look like she was too far off from where I'm sitting.”

 

The priest smiled, continuing his circular movement around him. “How about I tell you a little story?” Inuyasha was silent as the man continued. “Long, long ago, there were three races. On the bottom, there were the humans. They toiled the earth and they died. It was a pathetic existence, struggling endlessly before finally succumbing to death. Above them were the succubi.” He walked around Inuyasha's head where he could not see. “These beautiful creatures walked among the humans, feeding off their precious energy the humans worked so hard to create. You know the great part of it? The succubi were rewarded for it. Unlike humans, a succubus lives forever.” He paused. “Unless they suffered some sort of accident.”

 

“What does that have to—”

 

“Shh,” the priest said, interrupting him. “Now, that was two. Can you guess the third race?”

 

Frowning, Inuyasha rolled his head so he could see the priest once more having walked farther around him. “God?”

 

A smile crept across the man's face. “A very good guess. Almost, but not quite. They were the mighty race of vampires.”

 

Inuyasha snorted. “Please.”

 

“Oh it's true. You see, vampires were the mightiest of races, but also the smallest in number. Unlike the other races, a vampire cannot be killed by either time nor by physical means. God's perfect creation. Usually numbering a few thousand, the vampires didn't mingle with the humans. Instead, they hid away, only revealing themselves to feed.”

 

“On human blood, yeah, yeah, everyone knows that.” No matter what the guy said, Inuyasha was betting money a wood stake through the heart would stop anything from living.

 

“Quite the contrary. Only a desperate vampire would fall so low to feed on a lowly human. Even then, most would rather starve than soil themselves. No, they fed on the succubi.” That was new to Inuyasha. He had always figured the succubus was pretty much top dog on the food chain. It was scary to think that something was above them. The priest stepped out of the circle, darkness concealing him once more. His bodiless voice continued speaking. “There was a balance in the world. The humans reproduced at a massive rate, insuring a steady food supply for both superior races.”

 

“I hear an `until' coming.”

 

“Yes, until the succubi allied themselves with the humans. You see, a succubi feeding from a human rarely results in death. A vampire feeding from a succubus is always fatal. It isn't that all the energy is drained from them, it is the poison from the bite that eventually causes an excruciatingly painful death.”

 

“Listen, this is really fascinating and all, but what does this have to do with me being tied up?”

 

The man ignored him. “The only way to `kill' a vampire is to seal it away and destroy the vessel that held them. Any other way and it would simply regenerate its body.”

 

“That still doesn't explain why I'm tied up.”

 

“With the help of their human allies, the succubi managed to seal the vampires one by one. You see, the succubi are deceitful, manipulating creatures. They spread lies amongst the human population. They spread fear of the blood suckers. The succubi who were killed were displayed by them as normal humans, killed by the evil vampires. Enraged, the humans naturally sided with the succubi. Few in numbers, the vampire race was sealed away, the vessels containing this noble, majestic race all but destroyed.” Inuyasha felt a sinking feeling fall over him. He really didn't like where the story was going. “To answer your question, you are here to help bring about a new age; the age where vampires once again rule over the lesser creatures!”

 

Inuyasha was silent. There simply wasn't anything he could say to that. “I rather like things as they are…” he said softly.

 

The priest appeared again. He looked angry. “You enjoy being manipulated? Used? You enjoy being nothing more than cattle to them?”

 

“Well, the way you explained it—vampires aren't much different.”

 

“It was the vampires that kept the succubi in line, fearful of the very people they fed from! They had no idea if it was a mere human they were seducing, or a hungry vampire.”

 

“Isn't it pointless now? Humans are more than capable of keeping them in line now. The Order proves that.”

 

“The Order is nothing more than a tool for completing my task.”

 

Inuyasha's eyes widened. “You're a—”

 

“Vampire? A good guess, but not entirely correct. At one point, I was a mortal man. I traveled Europe, doing much as I do now, hunting and killing demons. However, as time passed, I did as every human does, I aged. Every day, slaying demons became more challenging until I stumbled upon an ancient artifact. Studying it, I found it was the remains of a vampire vessel. While damaged, it hadn't been completely destroyed. I spent the rest of my life dedicated to unlocking the seal. The results were more than successful. The ritual did not just release the vampire's entity; it merged it with my own creating the me now.”

 

“You still haven't told me exactly why I'm here.”

 

“You will become the host for the Creator. The life force you carry in that jewel will be used to cement the bond between his spirit and your body.”

 

“Life force? The jewel?”

 

“You mean she didn't tell you?”

 

“Tell me what?” Inuyasha asked cautiously.

 

“The jewel is used for succubus reproduction. You have been carrying around her child all this time.”

 

Inuyasha lay quietly, stunned by the revelation. “You mean I'm pregnant?”

 

“Surprise!” There was a distant rumble. Something was happening outside. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. “It seems we've run out of time.” The priest appeared once again, moving towards the alter. Inuyasha watched as the priest toward above him. “If I had the option, I would kill you quickly. Unfortunately—” Bringing his hand down, he dug the long blade he had been holding against his side into Inuyasha's stomach. “It is a rather long ritual and I do need you alive for most of it.”

 

Screaming in pain, Inuyasha fought against the bindings. Hands together, the priest began chanting quickly, backing away from the alter, head bowed. The symbols around Inuyasha began glowing. Nothing seemed to matter besides the blinding pain that coursed through him. With each passing moment, the pain only got worse.

 

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Outside, Kagome ducked behind a car as bullets chewed up the ground where she had been just a moment before. There were a dozen or so Order members guarding the outside of the church. Normally, they would be nothing for the seven succubi but only one was anywhere near full power and stopping a bullet, let alone dozens drained energy.

 

“We have to get inside,” Kikyo said, ducking against the car with her.

 

“Kagome, you're going to have to do it,” her mother shouted from behind a small stone wall. “We'll keep them busy here while you go inside and rescue the jewel.” Kagome peeked around the car only to slide back as bullets rattled against the side.

 

“How am I supposed to get through that?” In all honesty, she probably could but doing so would leave her completely drained.

 

“If we work together, I believe we can put up an acceptable illusion spell. We won't be able to maintain it for long, so you will have to run for it.” Kagome didn't like the idea. She really didn't like it. But Inuyasha was inside and it was better than staying out here and doing nothing.

 

“Fine. Tell me when you're ready.” Her mother looked around, making sure to get eye contact from the other women.

 

“On three,” her mother said. Kagome positioned herself as close to the edge of the car as she could. Bullets zipped over her head at an uncomfortably close distance. “One…Two…Three!” Kagome took off as soon as three left her mother's lips. Muttering a small prayer as she ran, she stayed as low as she possibly could while still maintaining her sprint. Around her, the Order men continued to shoot at where the other succubi hid in cover, completely oblivious to her presence. When she reached the door, she pulled the heavy door open just enough to slide inside before closing it behind her. Instantly, the darkness surrounded her. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the main aisle began to form before her. Following it up with her eyes, she saw the alter area was aglow with not only candles, but with runes as well.

 

He started the ritual already?! Inuyasha's howl of pain caused her flesh to crawl. He sounded more like a wounded animal than a human. “Inuyasha!” she yelled, rushing towards the alter. In her haste, she completely forgot about the man performing the ritual. She realized her mistake too late, her forward momentum pushing forward as she attempted to stop. Spinning, he thrust his hand out towards her. It felt like she ran into an invisible wall, the impact so great it sent her soaring through the air. With a pained cry, she fell against a wooden pew, the wood cracking under her along with several of her ribs. Outside, she could still hear the muffled sounds of gunshots through the dull thuds of her racing heart. Coughing, she struggled to climb back to her feet, her side screaming each time she attempted to inhale.

 

“You're too late,” the Naraku said, slowly backing towards the ritual circle. “I've already started the ritual. In a few minutes, the boy will die and the life he holds will bind the Creators soul to his body!” Just as she managed to stand again, another force hit her, causing her to fly through the air once more. “Here I was almost frightened. I honestly thought a succubus would be a threat!” Stepping onto the alter, Naraku reached back and slowly twisted the knife imbedded in Inuyasha's stomach. He wailed in pain.

 

Kagome spat blood as her arms shakily pushed her up. Inuyasha! Keeping low, she tried to keep her presence hidden as she stuck to the shadows. Attacking him head on was suicide. If she had the energy she had last night, she might have been able to stand face-to-face with him, but a good amount had dissipated.

 

“You know what makes this ritual so painful?” He looked down at Inuyasha, pleasure in his face as he opened the wound farther. Inuyasha's screams hit Kagome like a physical blow. She had to hold herself back, wait for an opportunity. I'm sorry Inuyasha… just a little longer. “It isn't the blade that is killing him,” Naraku continued slowly. He jerked the blade, causing a fresh yell. “It's the fact that his body is slowly being consumed from the inside. The Creator is pushing his way inside, squeezing him, crushing him. Little by little, his life force is being pushed out through the hole into—” He spread his arms wide, looking up. “Nothing.”

 

Something creaked on the far side of Kagome. Spinning, he pushed his arms out. Pews snapped, sending wood splinters flying through the air as the energy wall pushed through them. Now! With his back to her, Kagome rushed forward, putting every ounce of strength she could muster into her right fist. Naraku had a surprised look on his face as her fist connected with his chest. Bones snapped under her fist before his body flew backwards into one of the stone support pillars. There was a sharp crack as his body snapped against it before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. His eyes still held a look of surprise as he stared blankly to the side, his body twisted in an obscene angle. No matter what gave him those powers, his body is still human. The impact of her fist probably killed him long before the other things.

 

Turning, she quickly rushed up towards the alter. Inuyasha was deathly pale, blood dripping from the alter and trickling down the stairs. “Oh God,” she whispered, quickly unfastening his restraints. “No, no, no!” she cried. Grabbing the handle, she removed the blade. The metal rang against the stone floor as she tossed it aside. “Please! Inuyasha!” Lifting his head, she gently shook him. It took a concentrated effort for her to see even a tiny portion of his energy. There was little remaining and it was fading fast. Tears fell from her face as she pulled him against her. “Please don't die Inuyasha… Please…! I love you! I love you so much! Don't leave me! Please don't…”

 

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Inuyasha slowly awoke to find himself surrounded by bright white light. Blinking his eyes, he squinted as his eyes gradually adjusted. Am I dead? It certainly seemed like it. Finally, his surroundings came into focus. Machines beeped and hissed softly around him. Eyes moving down, he lifted his arm slightly to find an IV attached. What happened? He remembered the psycho priest stabbing him and pain then—nothing. The fact that he felt no pain now only meant they had him pumped up on pain meds. Not that he was complaining.

 

“You're awake,” a soft voice said beside him. With effort, he managed to turn his head in the direction of the voice. Kagome appeared in his vision, smiling down at him as she rested her hands against the railing of the bed. “We were worried you weren't going to make it.”

 

“W-where am I?” His voice was scratchy, dry and it hurt like hell. His mouth felt like he had been chewing on chalk and forgot to swallow.

 

“A hospital.” He nodded slowly, a chore that exhausted him.

 

“Miroku and Sango were in here earlier to visit. You just missed them.” He see the pain in her eyes, the pity, the sadness—the guilt.

 

“Y-y-you—”

 

“Shh, you shouldn't talk. You've been unconscious for almost a week.” He tried to wet his mouth before pushing on.

 

“You never—told me—” He took a labored breath. “About the baby.” Shock spread across her face. “You—never—going to tell—were you?” Biting her lip, she slowly shook her head. Anger welled up inside him, his body involuntarily moving. At the movement, the anger was instantly replaced by pain, meds or no meds, his body was still hurt.

 

“I'm sorry. I want to tell you. I really did! I was—afraid.”

 

“In the end—you never—trusted—” He relaxed back on his bed. “Me.”

 

Tears ran down her cheeks. “I love you. I love you so much Inuyasha.”

 

He closed his eyes, turning his head away. He knew he was hurting her, maybe even more than he was hurt physically. Even still, he had been hurt. He felt betrayed and he felt angry. Hurting her felt good.

 

When his eyes opened, there was a new face staring at him. Confused, he realized he must have drifted off. The woman smiled as his eyes met hers. “Hello, do you remember me?”

 

His mind slowly worked to put the face with a name. When that failed, it settled for a location. “You're the—necklace—”

 

She nodded. “I'm Kagome's mother and the current leader of the succubi.” He tried to look past her to see if Kagome was still there. He knew she wasn't. She was gone. He also knew that she wasn't going to come back. “You don't have to talk, only listen,” the woman continued, breaking into his thoughts. “There is a lot I need to tell you…”

 

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Done! Woo hoo! The final chapter and no happy ending!? I'm not going to say much here because I am going to start immediately on the epilogue. Hopefully I'll get that done fairly quickly.

 

Review please… Pretty please… With a yummy cherry and an epilogue on top… Thank you…