InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Too True to Be Good ( Chapter 35 )
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By: chelseatygers 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.16.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 293 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.16.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 293 | Status: Work In Progress
*Song for the Chapter: Too True to Be Good by the Dum Dum Girls*
The next morning, Kikyo refused to come out of her room, even when he knocked tentatively, so unlike his usual way, not saying anything. Kagome refused to even look at him, even though he was in her room with the door open and laying on the bed, something she would have completely freaked out about and yelled at him for just yesterday due to the fact that her mother was around. She brushed her hair in quick strokes, angrily yanking on it and not making eye contact with him in the mirror.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“What are you so mad about, anyway?” he asked, startled when she let out a scream of frustration and threw the hairbrush at his head.
“I know that you never really had friends, Inuyasha, and I get that, I really do. But I thought that even you could understand how important they are to a person! Hojo was my first friend,” she explained with restraint, clenching her fists.
Inuyasha matched her glare. “I thought I was your first friend. Your best friend.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Sitting up, he stretched and popped his neck. “Since that boy won’t be picking you up anymore, I should take you.”
Kagome laughed miserably and threw her hands up in exasperation. “Fine! You know what, if you’re so desperate to get caught, let’s do it. Who cares anymore.”
Inuyasha didn’t like her tone, but she was already running out of the room and down the stairs, so he just groaned and followed her. He was not in the mood for any of her whining when he was still feeling like shit for what he had said to Kikyo. At least one problem was out of his way. Now that Kagome didn’t have that idiot hanging around her all the time, she’d be at home more often and the guilt wouldn’t weigh down her shoulders. She was getting more irritable every day since they had gotten back together, and he couldn’t understand it. Didn’t she love him?
When he got outside, Kagome was seated in the passenger seat, angrily tapping her fingers on her knee. Smiling, he sat beside her. He’d make sure she wouldn’t dwell too long on the night before. Eventually, she’d even forget the boy’s name and Inuyasha would be the only name that held any meaning for her.
The ride was short, with him speeding so they could get there early. Arriving twenty minutes before the bell, he stopped Kagome as she tried to leave and pulled her into his lap, giving her a deep, heated kiss. After a few seconds, she stopped trying to push him away and clung to his shoulders, making those little sounds he loved so very much. An idea formed in his head and he quickly pulled a lever and the back of the seat went down, surprising Kagome and making her squeak. Now laying almost flat, Inuyasha caressed her ass and grabbed it, pulling her from his lap and up his chest until she was kneeling somewhat uncomfortably over his face.
“No!” Kagome pleaded, trying to squirm away unsuccessfully.
Inuyasha had been trying to get her into this position for quite a while, but she always blushed, embarrassed, and told him it was weird. He suspected she was afraid of his fangs, although why only in this position he didn’t know. If that was the case, it didn’t bother him, since it would finally be a sign of her showing some sense when it came to something dangerous. Spanking her once, hard, she obeyed and stopped squirming, groaning a bit in a sort of dread as he pushed the crotch of her panties aside and brought her down on him.
“Oh god, Inuyasha, why? You can’t possibly enjoy this,” she moaned, his hands moving her hips in small circles as he darted his tongue inside her.
Raising her so he could speak, he said hoarsely, “Play with your tits, Kagome. I just want to see you feel good.”
She hesitated, but when he gently kissed her clit, she let out a cry and nearly tore the front of her school blouse open in her haste, pulling down the cups of her bra and pinching her nipples until they were as red as cherries. The view from below was exquisite, and Inuyasha moaned into her. Soon, he was just caressing her globes and she was riding his face all on her own, panting and gasping as they worked together to make her cum. When he was so hard he couldn’t take it anymore, he gave one hard lick and she wailed her release, holding him by the hair and keeping him close to her, so close he couldn’t breathe for a time. When she calmed down, he pulled her back into his lap and she licked her essence from his face, lazily flicking her tongue against his as he did the same. When his face was shining more with saliva than the evidence of her orgasm, she turned their tongue dance into a hard kiss and ground herself into him. The crotch of her panties was soaked through and he could feel her moistness on his pants as her hard nipples poked into his chest.
“Ride me again,” he commanded, and she nodded, happily freeing his erection from his pants and lowering herself right on it. He palmed her breasts in his hands and rolled her nipples and Kagome leaned down so he could take one in his mouth as he was dying to do. They were gentle at first, just rocking together as he contentedly suckled at her breasts, but the pressure built up in both of them and soon Kagome sat straight up and began to bounce furiously, her brow furrowed in concentration and her cloud soft tits moving in tandem. Inuyasha wondered why this time felt so different from all the others. What had changed? Was she still mad?
With that thought in his mind, he grabbed her hips and prevented her from moving. He was suffering, but he could outlast her. She opened her eyes and glared at him angrily, trying to force movement, squeezing him with her inner muscles. He tried to keep his face from showing how absolutely crazy she was making him.
“Forgive me,” he demanded.
He was not expecting the slap to his face and especially not his subsequent jolt in arousal.
“Fuck you!” she screamed, her eyes filling with angry tears. Inuyasha’s mouth dropped open at her use of the f-word. She was genuinely angry, this wasn’t any kind of sex game. Again, she tried to force her hips to move, and he responded by pinching her bottom sharply. It was certainly going to leave a bruise.
“Forgive me!” Now he was angry as well.
“You don’t even know what you did wrong, do you?!” she said bitterly.
“All I know is that this doesn’t feel right when you’re mad. So get over yourself and forgive me,” he repeated.
A few tears trekked down her cheeks and she let out a sob. “Alright, Inuyasha, fine. I can’t fight you anymore. I have no one else but you.”
He briefly wondered why she sounded so forlorn about the last part, but let it go. She began to move again and he let her. It still didn’t feel right, and the tears that rapidly coursed down her cheeks confused him, but she was almost there and he felt like he was going to explode. She sped up and he raised a hand to grab at her breast, tweaking it just so and then she came hard around him and he shouted out his orgasm. Kagome collapsed down onto him and he held her, trailing his claws up and down her back.
“You’re so immature,” she murmured, her breath barely stirring his hair. “Why can’t you just say sorry?”
“Didn’t stop you from finishing,” he grumbled back sleepily. “And I’m not sorry. I don’t like to lie to you.”
“Do you ever feel guilty?” she asked, raising herself so that they were eye to eye.
“’Bout what?”
“Fucking your step-daughter.”
“Stop cursing,” he said sharply.
“Then answer the question.”
He rolled his eyes. “No. At the beginning, yeah, but not anymore. I only care what you think, what you feel. No one else matters. If they get hurt, if they get mad, that’s their problem and I don’t care.”
Kagome sighed and looked away, one of the sides of her mouth quirking up in a smirk that reminded him so strongly of himself for a moment that he nearly mentioned it.
“I wish I could be like you.”
“You’re more like me than you think,” he joked uneasily, his eyes roaming her face and naked body in search of more similarities.
“I’m ten minutes late,” she complained, making no move to leave.
“Better absent than tardy,” he said, laughing when she glared at him weakly.
“How am I going to clean up?”
“Don’t. Stay here with me,” he said softly, drifting off.
“You want to just stay in the school parking lot all day?” she asked, amused, yanking his ear so he’d wake up.
“Ow! And yeah. Or not. We could go anywhere. How about a hotel?”
She seemed to consider it, then slowly shook her head. “No, I have to go to school. We can’t just lose sight of everything, Inuyasha. Appearing in public together, at a hotel no less, would ruin everything. I don’t want to ruin your life.”
He sighed, disappointed even though he had been expecting just that reaction. “Fine. Use your underwear and clean up then drop it in a bush or something. Or give it to me.”
She laughed. He had told Kagome ages ago that he kept certain pairs of her underwear in plastic bags to sniff when he got lonely. “That is still so incredibly creepy. And do you expect me to just go commando all day? This skirt is super short.”
The thought of Kagome walking around pantyless aroused him, but the thought of a sudden breeze exposing her to every male and arousing them and perhaps embarrassing her made him angry. He was conflicted.
“How about we just run back to the house and you can change and stuff?”
“That’ll take too much time!”
“You got a better idea?”
She sighed and shook her head. “Let’s hurry, then.”
They kissed and she abandoned his lap for the passenger seat. When they got to the house, there was a car he did not recognize in the driveway. Kagome noticed it too and looked at him questioningly. He shrugged in response.
“I’ll go in and get you some fresh clothes. Be right back,” he said, giving her a peck on the lips.
He heard Kikyo talking to a man before he went inside and he walked quickly, wondering if she had gotten back with Suikotsu. Instead, he was enraged to see Onigumo himself sitting in his own favorite chair in the living room, chatting pleasantly with his wife, who looked up at him triumphantly. He looked just as he had all those years ago, only his skin was pale and his eyes were red. He wore expensive clothing, had the same effeminate mannerisms which shockingly offset the aura of power that had only grown, and looked to be in his late thirties. Inuyasha stood in shock, gaping at the scene. He was startled out of his stupor when Onigumo raised a hand and chuckled.
“Wait, Inuyasha. I know you want to kill me where I stand, er, sit, but I was formally invited here by your lovely wife.”
Inuyasha glared at Kikyo, her betrayal coming back full-force. It was even worse now, especially after what that bastard did to Kagome.
“Kikyo, what the fuck?!”
Onigumo continued as though he hadn’t said anything, his voice flat and pleasant. “It’s about time, too. I was doing all I could to lure you out, but you’ve been ignoring me. What exactly is it that’s so interesting you can’t spare even a second of your time for an old rival?” he asked with a knowing glint in his red eyes.
Inuyasha was still angry at Kikyo and continued to glare at her. He decided it would be best if he took a seat. If Onigumo was in his house, there was probably a reason.
“Will somebody tell me what the fuck this is all about?” he said, making no attempts at sounding polite.
Kikyo coughed daintily and fixed her eyes on him. “Onigumo, wanting to keep both our names out of a media scandal, has been trying to gain custody of Kagome for years, but I refused to even see him. His latest attempt was the near sabotage of Shikon and that bit of mischief with Tetsusaiga.”
Inuyasha crossed his arms to avoid sinking his claws into her flesh. “So he had a gang fucking kidnap Kagome and torture her? And why the fuck does he even want custody?!”
Onigumo rolled his eyes and Kikyo seemed to be suppressing the same urge.
“Because I’m her father, you nitwit. And I knew nothing of her kidnapping. Even if I did, you murdered your only evidence.”
Shooting to his feet, Inuyasha slammed both hands down on the coffee table, feeling somewhat satisfied when they both flinched.
“No you’re fucking not. She looks nothing like you! She’s not even close to being like you,” he growled, something in him struggling to get out and fight.
Onigumo merely raised an eyebrow and uncrossed his legs. “Oh, did you think she was yours, then?”
His face flushed and he broke eye contact. “No,” he mumbled, just in case Onigumo had told Kikyo what he knew about her husband and her daughter.
“Well, I’m completely certain she’s mine. She has my mother’s chin. And besides, Kikyo and I never used condoms, did we babe?” he said with a smile, looking at Kikyo who smiled back. His eyes turned back to Inuyasha. “Kikyo has not only agreed to let me see Kagome, but I’ll be getting full custody from now on. Your wife has informed me of her current, er, situation, with the cancer and the dying and all, and she says she wants to spend her last days with you and right her wrongs concerning Kagome and I.”
The speech was similar to what Kikyo had told him that first day in his office. His knees felt weak.
“And what about Kagome?” he croaked. “What about what she wants, huh? Does she even get a say in this?”
“No,” Kikyo and Onigumo said as one.
“Kagome’s essentials have already been packed,” Kikyo said quietly, looking down at her hands with a small smile on her face. “I was going to tell the two of you this morning, but you had already left.”
Feeling desperate, Inuyasha shouted, “And what about me?! What if I want Kagome here?”
Onigumo snorted. “You have as much say as Kagome does. This decision was made by adults. A child and an old man in the body of a child have no say in this.”
The front door opened and Kagome entered, flanked by two large men in suits. She looked questioningly at him and then at Kikyo.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her brow furrowing and her eyes blinking prettily in her confusion. Inuyasha wanted to grab her and run.
Kikyo, without looking at her daughter, gestured vaguely to the man next to her.
“This is Onigumo.”
The formidable man rose to his feet at the same time Kagome gasped and tried to dart away, prevented by the broad shoulders of what he now knew were Onigumo’s paid guards. Slowly, he approached her, seeming to take pleasure in her wide-eyed trembling fear, and embraced her, clasping her to his chest in a mockery of a parental embrace, patting her back.
“This isn’t exactly how I pictured our first meeting, Kagome, but I’m glad to finally see you in the flesh, daughter.”
Kagome rose to her tiptoes in order to glance pleadingly over Onigumo’s shoulder at Kikyo and Inuyasha, her arms imprisoned against her sides.
“Your father and I have decided that late is better than never. You’ll be living with him for a while,” Kikyo explained, something in her voice grating on Inuyasha’s nerves and bringing tears to Kagome’s eyes.
Kagome’s tears were like a knife to his gut. With frantic movements, she disentangled herself from the long-lasting embrace and ran toward their side of the room.
“Please, please, no. No! Inuyasha, don’t let them do this to me, please! Don’t let them take me!”
Inuyasha moved to go toward her, his body reacting to the urgings of his soul, but Kikyo grabbed his sleeve and tugged him hard enough to let him know that would not be acceptable.
“Inuyasha has no say in this. Now say goodbye, Kagome. Stop crying, no one wants to see a woman cry.”
Kagome flung herself at Inuyasha, ignoring her mother’s attempts to pull them apart. She held him tighter than she ever had before, even when they were one, and he held her just as tight, part of him still in disbelief.
“Don’t let them take me away,” she sobbed, her hands tangling in his hair and her face jammed between his shoulder and neck. She was crying like a little child and there was nothing he could do.
“We’ll see each other again,” he whispered, hoping she could hear him over the sound of her tears.
She looked up in shock at the sound of his defeated voice. He saw everything in her eyes. Kagome had truly believed he could do anything, that he was her hero, and he had let her down. The sound of her heart breaking was almost audible.
“That’s enough,” Onigumo said in a bored voice, gesturing to one of his guards. The tall, square-ish man plucked a now hysterical Kagome out of Inuyasha’s arms, and he himself gently disentangled her fingers from his hair, feeling like he was sending a lamb off to slaughter. It was hard for him to keep his eyes dry and he knew he was going to have a hell of a time as long as she was gone. Even breathing felt weird when she wasn’t sharing the air.
“Inuyasha! Inuyasha!” Kagome screamed his name until she was shoved in a car and he couldn’t see her anymore.
Kikyo walked past him and stood beside the car, waving in a more chipper fashion than he had ever seen from her before, like she had just won a beauty pageant in a small town and was now in a parade going up and down main street in a goddamn pick-up truck.
Onigumo smiled wide and stuck his hand in Inuyasha’s face, forcing him to meet his eyes. Inuyasha just glared, imagining all the ways he’d make him pay for taking Kagome away from him. Onigumo just laughed at his expression and put his hand down.
“It was a good thing you didn’t actually try to keep her here, dog. What, tired of her already? You even try and get her back and Kikyo will get all those nice pics of you and our precious little girl. Of course, every tabloid and news agency will as well. I am a thorough man, after all.”
Inuyasha growled, barely stopping himself from tearing the red-eyed man apart limb from limb. If he were not so powerful, he would have without even a shred of remorse. But he had certainly made arrangements in the case of his untimely demise by Inuyasha’s hand, and the thought of what would happen to Kagome in that case made his stomach lurch.
“Why?” he asked, wincing when his desperation showed. “Why do you want Kagome so badly?”
Onigumo shrugged, somewhat surprised at the question.
“She’s my kid and I’m bored. It doesn’t sit well with me when someone takes something of mine, even if that something is half theirs. I told that to Kikyo at the very beginning, but she insisted on being a bitch about the whole thing. Well, bye, old friend. Been a real pleasure. Enjoy your dying wife! Haha, boy, did I dodge a bullet there.”
Onigumo left his house with a loud laugh and went outside, taking his aviators from where they rested on his collar and putting them back on. He gave Kikyo a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the back and entered the luxury vehicle, allowing Inuyasha to hear Kagome sob his name one last time before the door slammed and they were gone.
The next morning, Kikyo refused to come out of her room, even when he knocked tentatively, so unlike his usual way, not saying anything. Kagome refused to even look at him, even though he was in her room with the door open and laying on the bed, something she would have completely freaked out about and yelled at him for just yesterday due to the fact that her mother was around. She brushed her hair in quick strokes, angrily yanking on it and not making eye contact with him in the mirror.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“What are you so mad about, anyway?” he asked, startled when she let out a scream of frustration and threw the hairbrush at his head.
“I know that you never really had friends, Inuyasha, and I get that, I really do. But I thought that even you could understand how important they are to a person! Hojo was my first friend,” she explained with restraint, clenching her fists.
Inuyasha matched her glare. “I thought I was your first friend. Your best friend.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Sitting up, he stretched and popped his neck. “Since that boy won’t be picking you up anymore, I should take you.”
Kagome laughed miserably and threw her hands up in exasperation. “Fine! You know what, if you’re so desperate to get caught, let’s do it. Who cares anymore.”
Inuyasha didn’t like her tone, but she was already running out of the room and down the stairs, so he just groaned and followed her. He was not in the mood for any of her whining when he was still feeling like shit for what he had said to Kikyo. At least one problem was out of his way. Now that Kagome didn’t have that idiot hanging around her all the time, she’d be at home more often and the guilt wouldn’t weigh down her shoulders. She was getting more irritable every day since they had gotten back together, and he couldn’t understand it. Didn’t she love him?
When he got outside, Kagome was seated in the passenger seat, angrily tapping her fingers on her knee. Smiling, he sat beside her. He’d make sure she wouldn’t dwell too long on the night before. Eventually, she’d even forget the boy’s name and Inuyasha would be the only name that held any meaning for her.
The ride was short, with him speeding so they could get there early. Arriving twenty minutes before the bell, he stopped Kagome as she tried to leave and pulled her into his lap, giving her a deep, heated kiss. After a few seconds, she stopped trying to push him away and clung to his shoulders, making those little sounds he loved so very much. An idea formed in his head and he quickly pulled a lever and the back of the seat went down, surprising Kagome and making her squeak. Now laying almost flat, Inuyasha caressed her ass and grabbed it, pulling her from his lap and up his chest until she was kneeling somewhat uncomfortably over his face.
“No!” Kagome pleaded, trying to squirm away unsuccessfully.
Inuyasha had been trying to get her into this position for quite a while, but she always blushed, embarrassed, and told him it was weird. He suspected she was afraid of his fangs, although why only in this position he didn’t know. If that was the case, it didn’t bother him, since it would finally be a sign of her showing some sense when it came to something dangerous. Spanking her once, hard, she obeyed and stopped squirming, groaning a bit in a sort of dread as he pushed the crotch of her panties aside and brought her down on him.
“Oh god, Inuyasha, why? You can’t possibly enjoy this,” she moaned, his hands moving her hips in small circles as he darted his tongue inside her.
Raising her so he could speak, he said hoarsely, “Play with your tits, Kagome. I just want to see you feel good.”
She hesitated, but when he gently kissed her clit, she let out a cry and nearly tore the front of her school blouse open in her haste, pulling down the cups of her bra and pinching her nipples until they were as red as cherries. The view from below was exquisite, and Inuyasha moaned into her. Soon, he was just caressing her globes and she was riding his face all on her own, panting and gasping as they worked together to make her cum. When he was so hard he couldn’t take it anymore, he gave one hard lick and she wailed her release, holding him by the hair and keeping him close to her, so close he couldn’t breathe for a time. When she calmed down, he pulled her back into his lap and she licked her essence from his face, lazily flicking her tongue against his as he did the same. When his face was shining more with saliva than the evidence of her orgasm, she turned their tongue dance into a hard kiss and ground herself into him. The crotch of her panties was soaked through and he could feel her moistness on his pants as her hard nipples poked into his chest.
“Ride me again,” he commanded, and she nodded, happily freeing his erection from his pants and lowering herself right on it. He palmed her breasts in his hands and rolled her nipples and Kagome leaned down so he could take one in his mouth as he was dying to do. They were gentle at first, just rocking together as he contentedly suckled at her breasts, but the pressure built up in both of them and soon Kagome sat straight up and began to bounce furiously, her brow furrowed in concentration and her cloud soft tits moving in tandem. Inuyasha wondered why this time felt so different from all the others. What had changed? Was she still mad?
With that thought in his mind, he grabbed her hips and prevented her from moving. He was suffering, but he could outlast her. She opened her eyes and glared at him angrily, trying to force movement, squeezing him with her inner muscles. He tried to keep his face from showing how absolutely crazy she was making him.
“Forgive me,” he demanded.
He was not expecting the slap to his face and especially not his subsequent jolt in arousal.
“Fuck you!” she screamed, her eyes filling with angry tears. Inuyasha’s mouth dropped open at her use of the f-word. She was genuinely angry, this wasn’t any kind of sex game. Again, she tried to force her hips to move, and he responded by pinching her bottom sharply. It was certainly going to leave a bruise.
“Forgive me!” Now he was angry as well.
“You don’t even know what you did wrong, do you?!” she said bitterly.
“All I know is that this doesn’t feel right when you’re mad. So get over yourself and forgive me,” he repeated.
A few tears trekked down her cheeks and she let out a sob. “Alright, Inuyasha, fine. I can’t fight you anymore. I have no one else but you.”
He briefly wondered why she sounded so forlorn about the last part, but let it go. She began to move again and he let her. It still didn’t feel right, and the tears that rapidly coursed down her cheeks confused him, but she was almost there and he felt like he was going to explode. She sped up and he raised a hand to grab at her breast, tweaking it just so and then she came hard around him and he shouted out his orgasm. Kagome collapsed down onto him and he held her, trailing his claws up and down her back.
“You’re so immature,” she murmured, her breath barely stirring his hair. “Why can’t you just say sorry?”
“Didn’t stop you from finishing,” he grumbled back sleepily. “And I’m not sorry. I don’t like to lie to you.”
“Do you ever feel guilty?” she asked, raising herself so that they were eye to eye.
“’Bout what?”
“Fucking your step-daughter.”
“Stop cursing,” he said sharply.
“Then answer the question.”
He rolled his eyes. “No. At the beginning, yeah, but not anymore. I only care what you think, what you feel. No one else matters. If they get hurt, if they get mad, that’s their problem and I don’t care.”
Kagome sighed and looked away, one of the sides of her mouth quirking up in a smirk that reminded him so strongly of himself for a moment that he nearly mentioned it.
“I wish I could be like you.”
“You’re more like me than you think,” he joked uneasily, his eyes roaming her face and naked body in search of more similarities.
“I’m ten minutes late,” she complained, making no move to leave.
“Better absent than tardy,” he said, laughing when she glared at him weakly.
“How am I going to clean up?”
“Don’t. Stay here with me,” he said softly, drifting off.
“You want to just stay in the school parking lot all day?” she asked, amused, yanking his ear so he’d wake up.
“Ow! And yeah. Or not. We could go anywhere. How about a hotel?”
She seemed to consider it, then slowly shook her head. “No, I have to go to school. We can’t just lose sight of everything, Inuyasha. Appearing in public together, at a hotel no less, would ruin everything. I don’t want to ruin your life.”
He sighed, disappointed even though he had been expecting just that reaction. “Fine. Use your underwear and clean up then drop it in a bush or something. Or give it to me.”
She laughed. He had told Kagome ages ago that he kept certain pairs of her underwear in plastic bags to sniff when he got lonely. “That is still so incredibly creepy. And do you expect me to just go commando all day? This skirt is super short.”
The thought of Kagome walking around pantyless aroused him, but the thought of a sudden breeze exposing her to every male and arousing them and perhaps embarrassing her made him angry. He was conflicted.
“How about we just run back to the house and you can change and stuff?”
“That’ll take too much time!”
“You got a better idea?”
She sighed and shook her head. “Let’s hurry, then.”
They kissed and she abandoned his lap for the passenger seat. When they got to the house, there was a car he did not recognize in the driveway. Kagome noticed it too and looked at him questioningly. He shrugged in response.
“I’ll go in and get you some fresh clothes. Be right back,” he said, giving her a peck on the lips.
He heard Kikyo talking to a man before he went inside and he walked quickly, wondering if she had gotten back with Suikotsu. Instead, he was enraged to see Onigumo himself sitting in his own favorite chair in the living room, chatting pleasantly with his wife, who looked up at him triumphantly. He looked just as he had all those years ago, only his skin was pale and his eyes were red. He wore expensive clothing, had the same effeminate mannerisms which shockingly offset the aura of power that had only grown, and looked to be in his late thirties. Inuyasha stood in shock, gaping at the scene. He was startled out of his stupor when Onigumo raised a hand and chuckled.
“Wait, Inuyasha. I know you want to kill me where I stand, er, sit, but I was formally invited here by your lovely wife.”
Inuyasha glared at Kikyo, her betrayal coming back full-force. It was even worse now, especially after what that bastard did to Kagome.
“Kikyo, what the fuck?!”
Onigumo continued as though he hadn’t said anything, his voice flat and pleasant. “It’s about time, too. I was doing all I could to lure you out, but you’ve been ignoring me. What exactly is it that’s so interesting you can’t spare even a second of your time for an old rival?” he asked with a knowing glint in his red eyes.
Inuyasha was still angry at Kikyo and continued to glare at her. He decided it would be best if he took a seat. If Onigumo was in his house, there was probably a reason.
“Will somebody tell me what the fuck this is all about?” he said, making no attempts at sounding polite.
Kikyo coughed daintily and fixed her eyes on him. “Onigumo, wanting to keep both our names out of a media scandal, has been trying to gain custody of Kagome for years, but I refused to even see him. His latest attempt was the near sabotage of Shikon and that bit of mischief with Tetsusaiga.”
Inuyasha crossed his arms to avoid sinking his claws into her flesh. “So he had a gang fucking kidnap Kagome and torture her? And why the fuck does he even want custody?!”
Onigumo rolled his eyes and Kikyo seemed to be suppressing the same urge.
“Because I’m her father, you nitwit. And I knew nothing of her kidnapping. Even if I did, you murdered your only evidence.”
Shooting to his feet, Inuyasha slammed both hands down on the coffee table, feeling somewhat satisfied when they both flinched.
“No you’re fucking not. She looks nothing like you! She’s not even close to being like you,” he growled, something in him struggling to get out and fight.
Onigumo merely raised an eyebrow and uncrossed his legs. “Oh, did you think she was yours, then?”
His face flushed and he broke eye contact. “No,” he mumbled, just in case Onigumo had told Kikyo what he knew about her husband and her daughter.
“Well, I’m completely certain she’s mine. She has my mother’s chin. And besides, Kikyo and I never used condoms, did we babe?” he said with a smile, looking at Kikyo who smiled back. His eyes turned back to Inuyasha. “Kikyo has not only agreed to let me see Kagome, but I’ll be getting full custody from now on. Your wife has informed me of her current, er, situation, with the cancer and the dying and all, and she says she wants to spend her last days with you and right her wrongs concerning Kagome and I.”
The speech was similar to what Kikyo had told him that first day in his office. His knees felt weak.
“And what about Kagome?” he croaked. “What about what she wants, huh? Does she even get a say in this?”
“No,” Kikyo and Onigumo said as one.
“Kagome’s essentials have already been packed,” Kikyo said quietly, looking down at her hands with a small smile on her face. “I was going to tell the two of you this morning, but you had already left.”
Feeling desperate, Inuyasha shouted, “And what about me?! What if I want Kagome here?”
Onigumo snorted. “You have as much say as Kagome does. This decision was made by adults. A child and an old man in the body of a child have no say in this.”
The front door opened and Kagome entered, flanked by two large men in suits. She looked questioningly at him and then at Kikyo.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her brow furrowing and her eyes blinking prettily in her confusion. Inuyasha wanted to grab her and run.
Kikyo, without looking at her daughter, gestured vaguely to the man next to her.
“This is Onigumo.”
The formidable man rose to his feet at the same time Kagome gasped and tried to dart away, prevented by the broad shoulders of what he now knew were Onigumo’s paid guards. Slowly, he approached her, seeming to take pleasure in her wide-eyed trembling fear, and embraced her, clasping her to his chest in a mockery of a parental embrace, patting her back.
“This isn’t exactly how I pictured our first meeting, Kagome, but I’m glad to finally see you in the flesh, daughter.”
Kagome rose to her tiptoes in order to glance pleadingly over Onigumo’s shoulder at Kikyo and Inuyasha, her arms imprisoned against her sides.
“Your father and I have decided that late is better than never. You’ll be living with him for a while,” Kikyo explained, something in her voice grating on Inuyasha’s nerves and bringing tears to Kagome’s eyes.
Kagome’s tears were like a knife to his gut. With frantic movements, she disentangled herself from the long-lasting embrace and ran toward their side of the room.
“Please, please, no. No! Inuyasha, don’t let them do this to me, please! Don’t let them take me!”
Inuyasha moved to go toward her, his body reacting to the urgings of his soul, but Kikyo grabbed his sleeve and tugged him hard enough to let him know that would not be acceptable.
“Inuyasha has no say in this. Now say goodbye, Kagome. Stop crying, no one wants to see a woman cry.”
Kagome flung herself at Inuyasha, ignoring her mother’s attempts to pull them apart. She held him tighter than she ever had before, even when they were one, and he held her just as tight, part of him still in disbelief.
“Don’t let them take me away,” she sobbed, her hands tangling in his hair and her face jammed between his shoulder and neck. She was crying like a little child and there was nothing he could do.
“We’ll see each other again,” he whispered, hoping she could hear him over the sound of her tears.
She looked up in shock at the sound of his defeated voice. He saw everything in her eyes. Kagome had truly believed he could do anything, that he was her hero, and he had let her down. The sound of her heart breaking was almost audible.
“That’s enough,” Onigumo said in a bored voice, gesturing to one of his guards. The tall, square-ish man plucked a now hysterical Kagome out of Inuyasha’s arms, and he himself gently disentangled her fingers from his hair, feeling like he was sending a lamb off to slaughter. It was hard for him to keep his eyes dry and he knew he was going to have a hell of a time as long as she was gone. Even breathing felt weird when she wasn’t sharing the air.
“Inuyasha! Inuyasha!” Kagome screamed his name until she was shoved in a car and he couldn’t see her anymore.
Kikyo walked past him and stood beside the car, waving in a more chipper fashion than he had ever seen from her before, like she had just won a beauty pageant in a small town and was now in a parade going up and down main street in a goddamn pick-up truck.
Onigumo smiled wide and stuck his hand in Inuyasha’s face, forcing him to meet his eyes. Inuyasha just glared, imagining all the ways he’d make him pay for taking Kagome away from him. Onigumo just laughed at his expression and put his hand down.
“It was a good thing you didn’t actually try to keep her here, dog. What, tired of her already? You even try and get her back and Kikyo will get all those nice pics of you and our precious little girl. Of course, every tabloid and news agency will as well. I am a thorough man, after all.”
Inuyasha growled, barely stopping himself from tearing the red-eyed man apart limb from limb. If he were not so powerful, he would have without even a shred of remorse. But he had certainly made arrangements in the case of his untimely demise by Inuyasha’s hand, and the thought of what would happen to Kagome in that case made his stomach lurch.
“Why?” he asked, wincing when his desperation showed. “Why do you want Kagome so badly?”
Onigumo shrugged, somewhat surprised at the question.
“She’s my kid and I’m bored. It doesn’t sit well with me when someone takes something of mine, even if that something is half theirs. I told that to Kikyo at the very beginning, but she insisted on being a bitch about the whole thing. Well, bye, old friend. Been a real pleasure. Enjoy your dying wife! Haha, boy, did I dodge a bullet there.”
Onigumo left his house with a loud laugh and went outside, taking his aviators from where they rested on his collar and putting them back on. He gave Kikyo a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the back and entered the luxury vehicle, allowing Inuyasha to hear Kagome sob his name one last time before the door slammed and they were gone.