InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Into Your Eyes ( Chapter 15 )

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

Kikyo came back a week after he hired Sango, and again, Kagome did not let him touch her at all. They barely even spoke and it was driving him insane. He did not feel truly at ease, at home unless she allowed him to love her openly. Inuyasha didn’t tell Kikyo anything about the attacker, and he doubted Kagome would bring it up since her mother never stayed around long enough to have a proper conversation. Trying to calm his anger at present circumstances and the cruelty of fate, he played along with Kagome and hardly looked at her, barely speaking when he drove her to and from school, mostly out of spite. Kikyo would be returning to work soon enough, and then they’d be together again. He could defy his own nature and be patient.

On the fifth night of Kikyo’s constant presence, he was getting fed up. Kagome was locking herself in her room nightly without even dinner, and since she was the only one who cooked, he was again living off of greasy delivery. Kikyo never cooked and always refused when he offered to order her something, so he supposed she was surviving on photosynthesis or something. As much as he complained about Kagome’s cooking, the truth was he loved it. It made him feel like they were a newlywed couple, just the two of them, the way it was supposed to be. Quietly, he got up from his seat in front of the television, which he had turned on full volume in spite of the fact that Kikyo had been there reading a book for some time before he arrived with his totally unappetizing food. He stretched and started up the stairs, resigned to an early, lonely night.

“My room has been quite chilly, Inuyasha,” Kikyo announced, stopping him in his tracks.

“Do you need some more blankets?” he asked worriedly, suddenly remembering that she was dying. It was so easy to forget sometimes. If her scent wasn’t tinged with that bit of sickness, he’d think she was faking.

“No, thank you,” she said agreeably. “However, I would like some company this evening. You seem like you’d enjoy some company as well.”

Realization slowly dawned on him and he nearly grimaced in disgust. “The best I can give you is another blanket, Kikyo.”

“Are you cold, Mother?” Kagome’s voice came from the top of the stairs. “I have a few too many blankets, I can give you some if you’d like.”

Inuyasha’s head turned in her direction so fast he thought he’d strained his neck. There she was, in her nightgown, one he had bought her. It was cotton and had rose buds all over it, ending demurely at mid-calf. She wore much more mature things when they were alone with each other, but had this gown for appearances when Kikyo was home. This was the most he had heard her speak in days and he almost choked on the feelings rising in his throat.

“You know,” Kikyo said, ignoring her daughter, “I remember when you were very eager for my company. It was all I could do to get you to leave me alone for a few minutes. So wild, yet so sweet. The ideal lover.”

“Stop it, Kikyo,” he growled, not wanting her to talk about their past in front of Kagome. He glanced at the girl and saw her gripping the bannister, knuckles white. Her eyes were blazing with an emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but it was obvious she was feeling whatever it was strongly.

“You used to buy me so many, many things. Whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it and more. But even if you hadn’t, I would have been happy. I was content with just you and your passions. Your love.”

Kagome cleared her throat. “I guess I’ll keep the blankets for tonight, then. You’re welcome to them, Mother.”

For possibly the first time since she had been back, Kikyo addressed her daughter directly. “When are you going to start dating, Kagome? Have you even been asked? I had my first marriage proposal at your age. I was hoping for you to have similar success. God knows we’ll need a strong partner if Shikon hopes to survive after you inherit it.”

Kagome flushed and glared at both of them, stomping away to her room. Inuyasha heard her lock the door. He moved to follow her and apologize, but the tone of Kikyo’s voice stopped him.

“Have you made any progress with Shikon?”

He sighed. “We don’t know exactly how they were sabotaging you, since they didn’t seem to have had any help from inside, but all funny business stopped the moment Tetsusaiga took ownership.”

“I won’t be happy until we have undeniable evidence that it was Onigumo and put him behind bars for the rest of his pathetic life,” she snarled, suddenly vicious. “I have another conference to attend. Some feminist nonsense about women in business. Suikotsu’s on his way, I should go wait for him.”

She grabbed the bag he had not noticed at her feet and walked out the door without another word, something he was more than grateful for, and he heard her boyfriend’s car arrive mere seconds later. Inuyasha stood still and stared at the empty room. He’d have to bring Onigumo to justice if Kikyo were to ever rest in peace. Hell, maybe she’d start her rest the sooner he ended what seemed to be her only reason for living. If Onigumo was put in jail and Kikyo felt herself able to die, then he could keep Kagome all to himself. Shocked at his dark thoughts, he exhaled loudly. Also, what was up with Kikyo trying to get him into bed and then running off with her boyfriend? If he ever called her bluff, what would she do? Did she even expect anything from him, or was she just bored? He heard the shower turn on and he started, remembering how Kagome always bathed when she was unhappy. It comforted her, but recently he had taken on that job of soothing her unease for himself.

He ran to her bathroom and turned the knob, surprised she left it open even if she did frequently forget since they never locked doors when they were alone. Entering the steamy room, he yanked open the mirrored shower door. She turned to him, unsurprised, and he could tell she was crying even though the stream of water was pouring on her face. Without a thought, he climbed in with her, still fully clothed, and put his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. Kagome sobbed against him, finally letting it out, and he stroked her back, putting all his feeling into every touch.

Inuyasha hadn’t been planning to ravish her, but she changed those plans when she grabbed his face, kissing him roughly, and placed his hand on her breast. He squeezed and caressed and she frantically unzipped his pants, still sniffling, pulling down the wet fabric until it was at his feet. They locked eyes and he saw her pain, its intensity driving him to love her more tenderly than he ever had before. She kissed him slowly, and he ran his hands over her body, reveling in the different satin slick feel of her.

Kagome broke away and stared at his chest, which was defined by the shirt sticking to his skin. Placing her hands under it but not taking it off, she stroked his abdomen and looked him in the eye, begging for what they both wanted. He grunted and grabbed her hips before sheathing his cock inside her. Her hands had dragged his shirt up and she was rubbing his nipples, stroking his collarbone. Moaning, he leaned forward and sucked on her neck, his now wet hair flattening against his eyes and impairing his vision. Desperately trying to keep his balance, he was strengthened by the feel of her hands gripping him and only him, not the shower door or anything, trusting him completely. When she cried out and arched into him, he followed, only just managing to not fall to his knees. Silently, he rinsed her off, still holding her. When he was done, Inuyasha turned off the water and stumbled out of the shower, setting Kagome down on the sink counter. He grabbed the towel she had set out and gently dried her off.

“Inuyasha?” she asked timidly. He looked at her in question and wrapped the fluffy pink towel around her. “Are… Are you my boyfriend?” she whispered.

“No,” he said, shaking his head, cursing his bluntness when he saw the hurt look in her eyes return tenfold. “We’re more than that. So much more,” he said, raising a hand up to her face and running his thumb along her cheekbone.

“Then what are we?”

He exhaled loudly. “I… I don’t know. I know I love you and only you. There will never be anyone else for me,” he explained, taking out another towel to dry her hair. “You’re different from her. I could never get over you.” Kagome stared at him and said nothing, so he continued, grabbing her shoulders and looking her in the eye. “When all this is over and done with, Kagome, I’m going to marry you.”

She laughed and it sounded sad. “When all what is over, Inuyasha? I could never hurt Mother like that. You said it yourself at Christmas, remember?”

He shook her slightly. “Don’t worry about it. We’re going to be together for real, officially, I promise.”

Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t know what I was thinking,” she whispered. “I should never have… I shouldn’t have.”

Inuyasha began to panic. He could not lose her, no matter what. “Just wait, Kagome. I swear. Just a few more months.”

He kissed her forcefully and she began to respond. “Alright. I don’t know what else I can do,” she murmured against his lips. It was good enough for him. He could live in any world where Kagome was by his side.

“Inuyasha?” she whispered after a while.

“Yeah?”

“Do you promise you don’t have any feelings for Mother?”

Inuyasha groaned internally. In truth, he had expected this question long before, but Kagome had been much too timid and unsure to ask. “Kagome, I will always feel something for Kikyo. But I love you.”

She looked away, and then back again, her eyes hard. “It’s okay if you love her too, Inuyasha, just as long as you love me more.”

“I do,” he assured her gently, kissing her cheek. “I do.”

“Good.”