InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ The One That You Like Best ( Chapter 12 )

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

Inuyasha woke before Kagome, as he almost always did, and lay in the dim room just staring at her. Happiness, confusion, anger, but most of all he felt love. He only felt love for her, happiness at being around her. The rest of his emotions were in reaction to their situation, which was going to be almost hopeless for a long time. Their stolen moments were always sweet, but how long would it be before the novelty of something forbidden would fade for her? Humans were different. They were a whole chemistry set of emotions. And their feelings weren’t permanent. It was very hard for someone with demonic blood to move on from a love relationship. He knew that first-hand. But Kikyo and Kagome were different. He would not be able to forget Kagome. If she left, it would destroy him.

“What’s on your mind?” Kagome questioned softly, climbing on him, resting chest to chest.

He forced a smile and stroked her hair. “You.”

He got a kiss on the lips for that. His hands decided to snake down to her backside and squeeze.

“Ouch,” Kagome hissed. “Sorry, I’m kinda sore in that entire, uh, lower area.”

“Sorry,” he murmured, kissing her cheekbone reverently.  

“It had to be done.”

“Are you hungry?” It was an abrupt change of subject, but a necessary one. For him, anyway.

She laughed. “I take it that means you’re starving. How long were you awake before I got up?”

He shrugged as best as he could in his position. “A few hours.”

“You could have gone out for something. I wouldn’t have minded,” she said softly, tracing his lips with her pinky finger, smirking when he playfully nipped at her.

“We’ll go down for something together, come on. The caretaker should have something in the cabinets,” he said, gently disentangling himself from her and leaping out of bed. He didn’t want to leave the sanctuary of the room, but he had not eaten properly at the reception and he was absolutely ravenous.

She frowned. “Shouldn’t you go down first? I’ll follow in like ten minutes.”

“Why?” he asked, pulling on a pair of jeans.

“Because of Mother…”

Oh. He had nearly forgotten that they were sharing the house with the other couple.

“I guess that’s sensible,” he muttered, reality setting in and making him feel down. Sighing heavily, he went out the door, closing it behind him to see Kagome already beginning to change into a pair of modest pajamas, humming happily, not even glancing at him.

Inuyasha drifted down the stairs, the dreamy high he had been consumed by ever since last night now slowly starting to dissipate. His ears twitched, picking up noises from where he was headed, but his mind didn’t register it, too intent on the girl he had left upstairs. That was why he was surprised into jumping back a bit when he saw his wife laughing and chatting with her boyfriend, who was shirtless and busily flipping pancakes and reciting some sort of funny medical anecdote.

Kikyo’s attention turned to him when he entered and her smile widened. “Did you sleep well, Inuyasha?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said nervously, glancing at Suikotsu. Even though he believed Kagome had been telling the truth about him, seeing him as he was now made it difficult to process. How could this laughing, domestic-looking pediatrician have terminated his lover’s pregnancy, a pregnancy that was the fruit of their union? And then after… He shuddered, not wanting to think about it. Inuyasha wasn’t sure whether to kill him where he stood or wait until after he had finished making the pancakes. He decided on the latter and sat down across the table from Kikyo.

“When did you two get in?” he asked, hoping they would carry on the conversation themselves now that he had contributed a few words.

“Only a few hours ago,” Kikyo said, turning to smile at Suikotsu. “We were out on the beach to watch the sunrise. We’re going to go cliff diving after breakfast.”

He nodded. It seemed as though both he and his wife had had a fulfilling, romantic first night of their honeymoon, even though it was with different people. Though she had said before that she wanted a “real marriage”, she seemed to be perfectly content with the way things were at present. Unless she wanted them both, which was quite likely, considering the woman had always wanted everything and more.

“Juice, Inuyasha?” Suikotsu asked politely, his voice cheerful. Inuyasha grunted in the affirmative and it appeared in front of him almost immediately. It was really, really hard to dislike the guy, even if they were eskimo brothers and he was apparently some sort of insane psychopathic creepy fucker.

“Ah, Kagome, nice to see you up!” the doctor said happily.

Inuyasha turned quickly and saw Kagome standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and her hands twiddling with the bottom of her top. Their eyes met and he tried to smile at her, hoping to calm her down. It seemed to work and she shuffled over to the table, quietly sitting down next to him. He was surprised at her actions; he had assumed she would be even more paranoid than ever now that he was officially married, but he was glad she was by his side. He wondered how Kikyo was going to explain her relationship with the man her daughter had feared for so long, but quickly came to the conclusion from her detached expression that his wife was not going to make any attempt at explaining herself. He sneered, mentally calling her a coward.

“Here, Kagome, have my juice,” he said, trying to keep the tenderness out of his voice. Suddenly, he wanted to be the one flipping pancakes and telling stupid stories only she would find interesting. He wanted to give everything to her because that was what she deserved.

“Thank you, Inuyasha,” she whispered, taking a small sip.

Kikyo somehow managed to giggle in a completely mature fashion. “What happened to Papa Yasha?”

Kagome immediately blushed and he knew his face was looking a similar shade of red.

“Papa what?” Suikotsu asked, coming back over to the table while the bacon and sausages cooked.

“Papa Yasha,” Kikyo continued. “Kagome gave him the most childish little nickname. ‘Papa Yasha’. And Papa here just loved it,” she explained.

The two of them laughed and he felt his earlier anger return, the anger and hopelessness that was just a hairsbreadth away from depression. He wished there was a table cloth on this table so he could hold her hand in secret again, provide her some small measure of comfort.

“In all seriousness, Inuyasha, thank you for babysitting my daughter so much. I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long, but honestly I never meant to just dump her on you like that,” Kikyo said casually, sipping her coffee.

“You know what, Kikyo?” he said from between clenched teeth. He could practically feel the burning in Kagome’s throat from trying to hold her tears back, as well as smell the salt from her sadness as it attempted to fight its way out onto her cheeks. “I think you and your boyfriend can enjoy this vacation alone. I want to go back to work and I’m sure Kagome would rather prepare for the rest of the school year than listen to you.”

Kikyo rolled her eyes and Kagome looked up at him, surprised he was actually sticking up for her like that.

“You were the one who insisted we bring Suikotsu and Kagome along, Inuyasha. Now’s not the time to get jealous,” she huffed.

Inuyasha was the one to roll his eyes this time as he stood up and reached into the pocket of his jeans to toss the keys on the table. “There. Lock the house up when you’re done. I’m gonna take your car back.”

He turned and left without another glance, hoping Kagome would follow behind him so he wouldn’t have to go back to get her and ruin his exit. He heard her shuffling behind him and he breathed easier, opening the door of the car and slamming it behind him as he entered, Kagome following suit. He sped out of the driveway the minute she put her seatbelt on, the tires squealing as he drove.

“Inuyasha, what are you doing?” she asked, sounding as though she were gently scolding an unreasonable child. All it did was manage to further ruffle his feathers.

“You’ve got to fucking stick up for yourself, goddammit!” he yelled, pressing the accelerator to the floor.

“I know,” Kagome muttered. “Thank you for saying something. But really, think about it. We left all our clothes and luggage in the room,” she said.

He froze. Their clothes were scattered helter skelter all over the room they had shared. What if Kikyo went in, curious to see how the room they had spent a couple nice nights in so many years ago had changed? She would see her daughter’s dress crumpled in a corner, her husband’s wedding garments in various spots around the room. It would be obvious.

“Don’t worry,” she soothed, “I packed everything away and put my suitcase in another room.”

Inuyasha relaxed, easing his foot off the pedal little by little. “You think of everything,” he breathed in relief.

“I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

He murmured in agreement, thinking about how many wishes they’d made since they started this whole thing. How many were yet to come?

“So, are you ever going to call me Papa Yasha again?” he asked teasingly, hoping his clumsy change of subject would lift the heaviness from the air.

Kagome laughed lightly. “I think we’ve come too far for me to still be calling you ‘papa’. It was getting weird.”

Although Inuyasha was happy to finally be rid of the hated title, part of him would miss it. It was something only they had, a part of their short history. The drive was silent after that, with him deep in thought and Kagome catching up on the sleep she’d missed due to last night’s activities. They reached their home a little after two in the afternoon, and he picked her up, failing in his attempts at not waking her, and laughingly carried her over the threshold, kissing her once they were fully inside.

He made to put her down when she yanked a lock of his hair and blushingly whispered, “There’s one more threshold I think you should carry me over.”

Inuyasha barked out a short laugh and ran clumsily up the stairs with her. They barely made it into his room before she was all over him, laying hot kisses on his throat and the small part of his chest that was not covered by his shirt, rubbing the nape of his neck with just the tips of her fingers. Plopping her on the bed, he practically ripped his shirt off before stopping half-way and panting out, “I really, really hope you’re not so sore now.”

She responded by slowly pulling down her pajama pants and shrugging out of her loose top. Nearly tripping over his not quite undone jeans, he growled as he made his way over her, dragging his hands up her body and caressing her in a few sensitive areas. Her cheeks were flushed by the time his lips met hers again and they both became lost in each other. Inuyasha entered Kagome without a warning and she tensed up, still tender, relaxing only when he leaned down to kiss and suck at her breasts. When she began mewling he moved again, thrusting into her and feeling as though he were drowning in her scent and sounds. She came as he kissed her lips and he followed soon after, not once tearing his lips from hers. Sighing contentedly, he rolled onto his back and took her into his arms, kissing the top of her head when she snuggled into his chest.

“I really love you, Inuyasha,” she whispered near his collarbone.

“I love you too, angel.”

Somehow, they both fell asleep again, having been tired out from the drive and the brief honeymoon. When Inuyasha awoke again, it was dark and he was still somewhat sleepy. Sniffing around, he tried to search with his nose for what could have woken him before he was ready. Nothing came to him and he relaxed, stroking the ends of Kagome’s hair near her hip. She moaned and rubbed her face against where she still lay on his chest.

“Inuyasha, what are—“

He sensed it, his ears, nose and eyes for once failing to protect him. Moving faster than he ever had, he tossed Kagome to the side and flung the sheets and blankets onto her, hoping they would offer some sort of protection if worse came to worst. Standing above him was a man holding a knife, and judging by the fact he had not managed to pick up on his presence until the last possible second, he was a skilled assassin. Not quite skilled enough, though, Inuyasha thought, smirking to himself as he noiselessly cut into him with his claws, catching the man in the throat and chest. The would-be assassin fell to the floor with a loud thump and he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking to where he had placed Kagome, he saw her staring at him with wide eyes, mouth open in a silent scream.

“I-Inuyasha…” she whispered, and he moved to hold her in his arms but she pushed him away. Frowning, he looked down at his hands. He had forgotten about the blood and gore under his nails and on his skin up to beyond his wrist.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, Kagome,” he said sheepishly.

She said nothing, only moved to turn on the lamp at the nightstand beside her. “What happened?!” she said in a loud, strained voice.

He shook his head. “It was my goddamn brother. That bastard probably considered it a wedding gift.”

“You…You have a brother? Why wasn’t he at the wedding?”

“We don’t get along,” he said, gesturing to where the dead man lay. “He tries to exterminate me every so often.”

The tears started and she surprised him by throwing herself at him, embracing him tightly. “You could have died!”

He kissed the side of her head and rubbed her back with his clean hand. “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s happened before and we’re both alright. If he was really serious, he wouldn’t have sent a human.”

Kagome shuddered. “I was so scared.”

He breathed in the scent of her hair, remembering all the details that made it so hard to be in a relationship with someone. He hadn’t lived with Kikyo and Sesshomaru never went after those close to him unless they were literally close in proximity.

Holding the shocked girl against him with one hand, he took his stained one and reached for where he had left his cell phone on his own nightstand. Quickly, he dialed Myoga, the only one he really ever contacted.

Without waiting for an answer, he growled out, “I need you here to clean up a gift of Sesshomaru’s, the usual kind. And pull up a list of skilled female bodyguards. Narrow it down and schedule interviews.”

Murmuring soothing words, he led Kagome to her room, leaving her for a brief moment to wash the blood that was mostly on his right hand but also splattered on his chest and face. He climbed into bed next to her, for the first time in years genuinely angry at his brother. It was one thing to do that to him when he was alone, but now Kagome was deeply scarred. Rearranging their bodies so that they were reclining as they had before, he kissed the top of her head and slowly allowed himself to drift off, trusting Myoga to enter silently, do his job, and leave just as silently. Myoga loved doing the clean-up himself even though he had untold amounts of minions. Inuyasha always made a huge mess with the blood and it pooled in a delightful way the flea demon found quite irresistible. Inuyasha could probably get away with paying him in blood alone, but that would quickly become a larger ordeal than he was willing to handle. The majority of his salary was in plain cash, with more than double the amount of time off he gave to his employees. He never asked questions when his secretary went on “vacation”, but he had a few good guesses that he hoped would not ever become certainties.


Note: Haha, Kikyo. Cliffs. Cliff diving. Ha.