InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Can't Hide ( Chapter 17 )

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

Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching and Inuyasha was panicking, thinking up romantic plans and wondering what to give Kagome. She acted like she didn’t even know the holiday was coming up, but, after intense hours of studying her every move and facial expression until she screamed at him to leave her alone and stop being creepy, he could tell she would like something although she was not expecting anything. Racking his brain, he finally came up with something that was the best he could do without any outside help, and quickly set to work on it.

The first step would be getting rid of Kikyo.

“Kikyo!” Inuyasha called cheerfully, bounding down the stairs on the special day. She hadn’t even left to go to work since they toured the factory and he was tired of being ignored by Kagome. Tired enough to resort to dirty tricks.

“Yes?” she said pleasantly, putting down her cup of tea. Her gray eyes were questioning and soft. Soft for something that looked so much like gunmetal, anyway.

“I feel bad that I’ve been taking up so much of your time lately,” he said gently, trying to put a husbandly look into his eyes and feel in his voice. “So for Valentine’s Day, I got you and Suikotsu a trip to Paris for an entire week!” He beamed at her as though it were the greatest thing ever. Truth be told, he had wanted to send them away for the rest of the month, but knowing her, she’d just put up a fight, so a week it was. He’d like to get rid of her forever, but her body was already doing that for him. A bit too slow for his liking, but there would be no need to dirty his hands with her blood. A muscle in his jaw jumped in guilt and he realized what he had been thinking.

Kikyo had a surprised look on her face, and it was not a pleasant one. “Oh. Thank you, Inuyasha, but I’m afraid—“

“Suikotsu’s on his way over and I already packed your bags,” he said, feeling like a game show host. “Don’t worry, just go and have a good time.”

Before she could protest any more, Inuyasha took her hands and led her to the door, where he had placed her suitcases just that morning, hiding them under a sheet, although he knew that would just bring attention to it. Luckily for him, Kikyo had not ventured in that direction. The doorbell rang, followed by a knock that somehow even sounded friendly, and he opened the door to see Suikotsu, who was beaming past him at Kikyo. Shoving her bags in the other man’s arms, he stepped to the side and watched his somewhat dazed wife walk out the door without even a goodbye. Exhaling loudly, he leaned against the shut door and called Sango, dismissing her a few hours ahead of time, hanging up on her negative grumble of a reply.

Now for part two. He smiled and nearly began to hum as he ran to the car.

When he arrived at Kagome’s school, he headed straight for the courts outside the gym. He knew her schedule, and the period right before lunch was PE. She had told him excitedly as he drove her to school that morning that her class would be playing volleyball, something she had always wanted to try but hadn’t been able to due to her archery commitments. Parking close to the building that seemed much too large for just a high school gym, he jogged around to the back until he came to the chain-link fence that kept her from him.

Kagome was standing with her back to him, in an outfit he thought was much too revealing. Whoever was in charge of the girls’ uniforms was most definitely a pervert. Those “shorts” were what regular women’s underwear were just ten years ago! Looking around, he noticed the boys were doing what boys do, just standing around and checking out the girls, and the girl most of them had their eyes on was Kagome. He gripped the fence, barely stopping himself from twisting the entire structure into some sort of stupid modern sculpture type thing for idiots to gawk at and pay the national budget to own. The girls were standing together and whispering, glancing back at the boys while acting nonchalant. All but Kagome, who was actually trying to play the game. It brought a smile to his face, and he wolf whistled, his eyes zeroing in on her half-exposed ass and watching it bounce with each movement she made. She turned around immediately, missing the ball which would have been a sure hit for her, and broke out in a grin when she saw him. She ran over to him, the eyes of all the boys and some of the girls following her movements as though she were doing the slow motion run from Baywatch.

“Inuyasha! What brings you here?” Her eyes were glowing with her excitement and hopeful anticipation. It was the day for lovers, after all.

“I pulled you out early,” he said cheerily, her mood affecting his. He had called the school the week before and scheduled to pull her out for a “dentist’s appointment”. She seemed conflicted, glancing back at the volleyball game with a wistful expression on her face, but looked back at him with love in her eyes, her choice clear. He almost kissed her through the fence but settled for reaching a finger through a link and stroking the back of her hand which gripped the barrier. “Grab your bag and let’s get going.”

She nodded and scampered off to the side of the court, grabbing her yellow bag and running into the building and out again, right to his side. Taking her hand in full view of her classmates, he led her to the parked car, feeling somewhat relieved when she only blushed and did not protest. He could barely contain his excitement when once they were in the vehicle she noticed the amount of red roses littering the back. He had made sure to get real heirloom roses, not the kind they sold in every florist shop that smelled like grass. Inuyasha was beginning to regret it now that the scent was nearly overpowering, but the look on Kagome’s face was worth everything.

“What’s all this?” she asked, as though some part of her thought this couldn’t be all for her, just like the pile of presents at Christmas.

He laughed and began heading to their destination. “One rose for every day we’ve known each other,” he whispered, suddenly feeling solemn in the moment. “One hundred and twenty-nine.”

Inuyasha risked looking at her, and tears were pooling in Kagome’s eyes. Suddenly, she laughed and jumped in the back, sweeping most of the roses off the seat with one hand.

“You’re so cheesy, Inuyasha.”

He snorted. “What’d you go back there for?”

“Pull over and find out,” she said slyly, her voice soft and smooth, almost like she was introducing the next jazz song she’d be singing.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw Kagome taking off her tiny shorts along with her underwear, leaving her somewhat baggy sweatshirt on. Inuyasha swerved off the freeway into a glade of trees by the shoulder, barely missing the trunk of one, glad they had the option of this privacy. He had wanted today to be more about their relationship and romance, worried they were losing some of the emotional intimacy to the physical, but if she wanted to fuck then who was he to stop her?

He tried to jump into the backseat but was prevented by the seatbelt he was wearing. Cursing at the sound of Kagome’s giggles, he clawed at the thing until it somehow unbuckled, leaving him free to lunge at her. Remembering the occasion, he kissed her lips tenderly, sweetly, before giving in to her insistent tongue and turning passionate, nipping at her lips until he tasted a faint trace of her incomparable blood. Deciding that was enough, he moved down to her neck, his hands caressing her ribs through the shirt. She giggled and squirmed, that area being one of her most ticklish spots. Somehow, she maneuvered the two of them so that he was sitting upright and she was in his lap straddling him. Pushing his back to the seat, she slowly brought her face to his, never breaking eye contact. Her tongue briefly flitted out to trace her lips and then she was kissing him, slow and intense, all while unbuttoning his shirt. Once that was done, she ran her hands up and down his chest and abdomen, smiling when she felt him shudder. Lowering her head, she kissed his nipples, a part of him she had recently become fascinated with. Kagome had not known male nipples were also sensitive, and she was obsessed with touching him there like he touched her. Inuyasha himself hadn’t realized how strongly he’d react when stimulated in that fashion. Other women had tried what she was doing before and he hadn’t been all that into it, but he guessed it was the fact that it was Kagome plucking at his chest that drove him so wild. He began to buck his hips into her, trying to signal that he had had enough foreplay and was ready to roll. Understanding, as she always did, she placed one last kiss on his solar plexus and removed her top, allowing him to undo her bra, throw it to the side, and tease her breasts. She unzipped his pants, her small hand fondling and stroking, then gripping as she lowered herself onto him. It was slow, agonizingly slow, but so, so sweet. Times like this were too rare. They were always rushing to fulfillment, afraid that this would be their last time. He kept eye contact as she rode him, occasionally placing kisses on her lips, cheeks, throat. She did the same to him. His orgasm triggered hers, and she threw her arms around his neck, collapsing against him, out of breath.

“I love you so much,” she panted against his neck.

“I lo—“

There was a bright flash through the windshield. Startled and angry, he shoved Kagome to the side and snarled as he punched through the glass and dragged the man with the camera inside. Kagome was screaming and attempting to cover her naked body with their discarded clothes. Hearing her reminded him of what happened the last time he had killed in front of her, and he hesitated, looking the man over. He was a scrawny thing, someone who had never really grown up all the way. His hair was thinning and he wore plaid cargo shorts with a dirty white shirt, both probably from Wal-Mart or some equally disgustingly cheap store. The scraggly beard he possessed did nothing to enhance his appearance. His rage slightly diminished by the study of the pathetic creature in front of him, Inuyasha shook the man violently enough to nearly snap his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?!” he growled. “Paparazzi?”

“N-no!” the man stuttered, cowering with eyes closed.

“A PI, then?” Had Kikyo hired someone to follow him?

The man shook his head from side to side so fast one of his tears flew off his face and hit Inuyasha’s, making him wince in slight disgust.

“Then what. The fuck. Are you,” he said quietly, past the point of impatience.

“Just a guy with a camera, man.”

“A random pervert?” he questioned, glancing at Kagome, who was covering herself with her sweatshirt, obviously already having given up on finding her shorts. She was curled as far away as she could get and staring at the two of them with wide eyes.

“Uh, not exactly—“

Inuyasha again shook him by the collar. “Then what?!”

When the man didn’t respond, Inuyasha allowed his claws to curl into his neck, just the littlest bit, enough to scare him. It worked, and soon the creep was talking.

“Some guy came to me last night and told me to follow that girl and take pictures of her. He gave me three fuckin’ thou, man. I guess I accidentally left the flash on this time.”

“Describe him.”

“I c-can’t even fucking remember, I don’t know why, I remembered right up until you asked me, just please please please don’t hurt me, I didn’t know—“

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Inuyasha attempted to calm himself down and slowly tried again. “Did he say why?”

“Nuh-uh, he didn’t tell me why or his name or anything. He just said he’d be seeing me soon.”

Inuyasha yanked the camera off from where it hung around the man’s neck, smashing it against the window closest to him until it was in pieces and the glass was cracked. Bringing his now free hand back to the man who still looked as though he were about to shit his pants, he roughly patted him down, checking for other items. When he found nothing, he flung the man from him like trash, right back out the broken windshield. He watched the disgusting human run away into the sparse wilderness, limping and bleeding from where shards of glass had pierced his flesh.

Sighing, he turned back to Kagome. Wordlessly, he held out his arms to her, and she crashed into them, sobbing and shaking against his chest. After she cried herself out and he thought he must have permanently matted her hair to her skull from how many times he stroked it, she pulled away from him and he began to dress her, hooking her bra on and tugging the sweatshirt over her head, finding her shorts from where he had been unknowingly sitting on them and gently pulling them up her long legs. When she was looking as presentable as he could make her, he buttoned up his own shirt and fixed his pants, becoming embarrassed when he realized he had terrified and interrogated a man with his cock hanging out and rose petals sticking to his naked skin.

“This car is ruined now,” he muttered, trying to fill the silence. “I’m gonna call Myoga to send us another one and clean this mess up.”

They climbed out of the car and back to the side of the road, Kagome rubbing her thighs in the chilly air while Inuyasha barked orders at Myoga. When that was done, he opened the trunk, taking out the picnic basket he had packed with all of Kagome’s favorites, buying what he couldn’t make and making what he could since he knew she would appreciate it. He wanted to get the roses, but decided against it. They had fucked on them and they were probably all sorts of nasty now, having done their job. He was glad he had paid the extra money to get the thorns removed or else their rendezvous would have been far more painful. Going over to where his lady love was, Inuyasha set the basket down and sat next to her on the somewhat damp grass, trailing his fingers up and down her leg.

“Thank you, Inuyasha,” she said in that sweet, soft voice she always had after she’d been doing a lot of thinking. “I’m sorry the day was ruined. What else were you planning?”

He put his arm around her shoulders, laying his head on hers when she leaned into him. “I know it’s not very romantic, but I was gonna take you to my mother’s grave and introduce you. She would have loved you.”

Again, he smelled her tears, and she turned to him, the stubbornness of her chin showing him she was determined not to let them fall. Saying nothing and everything, she put both arms around him and kissed him softly, communicating her love with the touches of her lips. Inuyasha wondered if her stalker was still around, hoping for Kagome’s sake that he wasn’t. The man would die, just not today. Today was about Kagome and him, him and Kagome. Everything else could and would wait; all problems would be set aside and solved another day. All too soon, a horn honked and they jumped apart, blushing and lumbering into the town car that awaited them.