InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ What Are Your Doing the Rest of Your Life? ( Chapter 42 )

*Song for the chapter: What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life by Dusty Springfield*

A comment before we continue: I thought it was kind of weird how a lesbian scene made a few of you uncomfortable but not the whole incest thing… Just sayin’.

The walk up the driveway was dark and scary, and she kept tripping over small stones, the sandals she wore not exactly made for use in any place that was not a mall or something similar. Kagome kept hearing rustling noises and she didn’t know if they were normal or not, not having ever walked the path at night. The taxi driver had refused to take her down the road, saying it looked like something out of a horror movie and there was no fucking way he’d be starring in one. He was perfectly willing to leave her there though, even after she explained it was miles of dirt road and she’d be all by herself. She had given him a two dollar tip, which was as spiteful as she could be considering he had been the one to take her back to the place she had dreamt about for years.

Along the way, it occurred to her that she had only spent about a year with Inuyasha. That meant that she knew Tsubaki better than she knew him. But why didn’t it feel that way? She cursed herself for wearing the sandals. At the time she had been dressing, she had felt very strongly that she not wear anything coming from her new partner, for lack of a better word. But the things were flimsy, although pretty. A pair of Tsubaki’s workout sneakers would have been more appropriate. But they wouldn’t have gone with the dress! Another flash of apprehension pulsed through her. What would he do? Say? Think? Feel? Without a doubt, he would be angry. Very angry. As long as he wasn’t so violently angry like before, it would be alright. Even if he was, she understood him, and she would welcome whatever biting words he’d fling her way. And what about her? Would it be the same as it was before? Could it ever be? Reminding herself she was just here to talk to him, not run away and get married, she trudged on.

After nearly an hour of speed walking and spurts of running, she was finally at the front door. The place hadn’t changed a bit, but the feeling had. She no longer felt welcome. She didn’t think anybody did. Tentatively, she knocked. All the lights were off and she was not expecting an answer. She couldn’t remember anyone ever knocking at the door, except for guests they knew were arriving and delivery men. No solicitor or Jehovah’s Witness would venture that far. She waited a couple seconds, then knocked again, this time louder and longer. Nothing. Again, she knocked, and finally the door opened and there he was.

She gasped as the wind from the movement blew her bangs out of her face. Him. Unchanged. Only the look in his eyes was different. Somehow childish. And then Kagome remembered all of what Myoga had said. Had she really done this to him? Had she made him crazy?

“Are you real?” he asked, his voice hoarse and grating.

She couldn’t speak. Her feelings were coming back so strong and her mark was pulsing on her neck, reminding her of everything she’d left behind. With a sob, she flung herself into his arms and kissed his jaw, that strong curve she had loved and admired from the very first moment she saw him.

She was home.

His house wasn’t home, Tsubaki’s house wasn’t home, the dilapidated structure she’d lived in with her mother wasn’t home. Inuyasha was. He was her home. She heard the door slam shut. Without her realizing it, he had dragged her inside. Kagome didn’t even care. All she wanted to do was cry in his arms.

“Please don’t cry, angel. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” His voice was soft and confused and it made her cry harder.

“No,” she managed to squeak out. “I’ve just missed you. So, so much. Do you hate me?”

Inuyasha at first said nothing, looking at her quizzically. “Are you sure you’re real? Your hair grew.”

“Yes. Yes, I’m real. And it’s the only thing that has.” Kagome was still somewhat bitter at her lack of development. She had always wanted to be as tall and thin as her mother while still retaining her large (for her proportions) breasts, the size of which would have only increased, she was sure of it.

“Where did you go? You haven’t been home in months.” His tone was somewhat chiding, so unlike what it would have been.

She held back a forlorn cry by pursing her lips. “Years, Inuyasha, it’s been three whole years.”

“Is that right?” he asked distractedly. He sat down in his chair and she sat down on his lap, not wanting to be separated from him, kissing his forehead when he didn’t push her away like she almost expected him to do.

“I see you’ve been taking care of Buyo,” she said, nodding toward the bowls of cat food and water on the floor. She heard the jingling of the bell on his collar, letting her know her obese cat was prowling around somewhere in the house. “How have you been?” she whispered when he didn’t respond.

“Oh, fine. Fine,” he said, sounding like an old man. “Kikyo was here just before you. She said that if I saw you I should tell you to practice your archery.”

Kagome froze. Myoga had not told her he’d been having hallucinations of Mother.

“Inuyasha, Mother is gone,” she said carefully.

He nodded. “Yes, she just left.”

Taking his face in her hands, she made him look at her. “No, Inuyasha, she’s dead. She’d been dead for three years.”

Inuyasha just stared at her with a look that made her feel like the crazy one. After a few moments of silence, his eyes crossed slightly, and he said, “Huh. Maybe you’re right.”

She hugged him around the neck and he patted her back with slow, irregular movements. “Do you remember anything about that night?” She had been aching to know ever since they were separated.

“What night?”

“When Mother and Dr. Suikotsu died.”

“When was that?”

“Three years ago.”

“Where was I?”

Kagome said nothing, instead just stroking his hair like a mother would her child’s and softly running a nail along and tracing the outside of an ear, which twitched in response. “Come with me.”

She took his hand and made her way to their old room, the room that was supposed to be theirs but had forever become Kikyo’s and Suikotsu’s. Maybe seeing the place would jog his memory. She kicked open the trap door and blindly walked down the stars, keeping her other hand on the cement wall for balance and orientation. Inuyasha pulled back on her hand and she stumbled.

“You shouldn’t be here. Let’s go,” he said.

Kagome pulled forward insistently. “No, Inuyasha! You need this and so do I.”

She felt he was ready to bolt so she kept a firm grip, surprised when he followed obediently down the stairs and into the basement. With seeking fingers, she flicked on the light switch, only to scream once the room was illuminated.

Two bodies. Two. Had he kept her mother and Suikotsu? His hands came up over her eyes to cover them, reminding her of what was probably their first and only date, when he had taken her shopping and to the movies, showing her a world she had known of but not experienced.

“I told you. I knew you wouldn’t like it.”

Trying not to panic, she took his hands away, clinging to them in spite of everything. He was the only other living thing there and she could not break away from him. Kagome wondered why she didn’t smell anything, but then realized the state of the bodies. In the cool, dry place, they had been naturally mummified. Inuyasha must have let the room air out from time to time, somehow without letting in any flies or other bugs and rodents. The more she looked at them, the more she realized something.

Kikyo had been wearing a robe and the doctor had been wearing only underwear. Both corpses in front of her were fully clothed. The remaining hair that still clung to their skulls was different as well, the female’s shorter and lighter than her mother’s. She didn’t want to look anymore, but she had to. She took a step closer and recognized the shirt, now brown and splotchy with corpse fluids and mold.

“Oh, Inuyasha, what have you done?” she questioned softly, still gripping his hands. “Why? Why Sango and her boyfriend?” She turned around to face him and he stared at her, unperturbed.

“Did I…? Oh.” His eyes cleared a bit and focused. “That’s right. I hired Sango and Miroku to find you. They came back and said they knew where you were and they were going to tell everyone if I didn’t give them money, a lot of money. More than they deserved. I don’t remember anything after that. But I couldn’t let them say anything. I had to protect you. It wasn’t right for them to know and not me. Shoulda made them tell…”

Kagome was crying by the end of his brief tale. What had happened to him? Myoga had said he was insane, but he had not mentioned anything like this. Was this her fault? Her tears stilled on her face in her shock. Her fault.

Kagome looked back up at him. Inuyasha was still staring at the corpses with his brow slightly furrowed, as though trying to puzzle something out. Reaching up her hands, she smoothed the lines away, making him look at her.

“Don’t worry, Inuyasha, it’s alright. This wasn’t your fault, this was mine. Let’s go upstairs.”

He nodded and flicked the light off, and they turned their backs on the empty shells that had once housed their friends. She sighed when they left the guest room, shutting the door behind her and wishing she could shut a door on her thoughts. Inuyasha was staring at her and she felt like he was going to ask her if she was real again. She didn’t think she could bear it if he did.

“Would you let me live with you again, Inuyasha?”

He nodded slowly. He seemed to be coming back to himself faster and faster.

“I’d like that, too. I just have to leave really quick and take care of something and I’ll be back. Do you think you can give me a ride?” She needed to unseal Tsubaki and explain things to her. She wasn’t sure she could beat her in a battle of their powers, but now she had a reason to try.

Inuyasha shot out his arm and slapped her, leaving her stunned.

“W-why?” she whispered, too surprised to feel hurt.

“You just came back. You can’t leave again. You only just came back,” he said matter-of-factly. His shoulders were shaking and his muscles were tensed, clashing with the tone of his voice.

“Inuyasha, I have to go, but I promise I’ll come back. I even said you could come with me,” she said, trying to make him understand.

“I don’t trust you. Not after everything.”

Even though his words were true, they hurt her deeply, more than any slap. “Please, Inuyasha, please! I have to get back before morning. Tsubaki will die if I don’t!”

He shook his head and clamped his arm down on her wrist. “No. you’ve been away long enough already.”

She pleaded and cried with him as he dragged her up the stairs. She clung to the bannister, but he just pried her fingers off it one by one and flipped her over his shoulder.

“Mates don’t leave their mates, Kagome. No matter what. You need to learn that.”

Kicking open his bedroom door, he threw her on the bed, not giving her time to stop bouncing before he was on her, kissing her brutally and making her bleed, his sharp teeth tearing into her delicate skin. Her hands beat at his shoulders uselessly, and he finally got tired of her attempts at trying to get him off of her and pinned her wrists to the bed. He frantically nipped her throat and she found herself screaming. That only seemed to irritate him and he again placed his lips on hers, effectively muffling her noise, his hands quickly coming to her neck and squeezing, cutting off her air. Did he know what he was doing? Was he trying to kill her? Getting rid of her the same way he’d done with her mother. The thought made her eyes water anew and she pictured him carelessly tossing her in the basement with Miroku and Sango, continuing on his destructive path, living for an eternity as a true beast. And it would be her fault.

Her mark was burning, and the inside voice was again commanding her to submit. The pain of her mark overwhelmed all other sensation, becoming nearly unbearable, and then she gave up, making herself limp and exchanging her screams for small whimpers. Her mate released her neck and left her lips to suck and bite at her breasts, rougher than he had ever been with her. She was surprised to find herself enjoying it. His quick, almost desperate ministrations made her feel desired, and not in the way Tsubaki did. Inuyasha acted like he needed her to live, to breathe, to exist.

Accepting her submission, Inuyasha turned her over. The fear nearly choked her. He was going to punish her. He wanted to punish her, to hurt her just as he had that night that ruined it all. In a way, she wanted the same thing. It was what she deserved. She had hurt him so much the past few years, even if it was without her knowledge. He pressed her face down into the pillow and she turned her head to the side, gasping for breath as he entered her. The mark hummed along to the song her body sang as he touched her. The emotional pain and shame that filled her was so great that it rivaled what she had felt on the last day of her mother’s life. She was so weak, always needing to be taken care of. She didn’t even care who did it, did she? But Inuyasha was better than the rest. He was the best one.

“You need to be punished, but the highlight of this whole experience has always been those little faces you make,” he panted disjointedly, sounding almost normal. Sliding out of her, he turned her on her back and plunged in again right away. “I need to see you. I need to watch you when you cum. Please cum for me, baby. Cum for me, angel. Kagome…”

The mingling of their breath when he spoke was more intimate than any kiss they’d ever shared, and she took his words into her mouth and savored their flavor. The beginnings of sanity in his eyes and the raw emotion of his words had her gushing and clenching around him. He slammed his lips onto hers and pumped once more before finally finishing. Cradling her in his arms, they stayed joined until their bodies calmed, and then he pulled out, rolled to the side and let her snuggle into his chest.

“I’m going to make you love me again, Kagome. Whatever it takes.”

Her pain nearly doubled at hearing that. She had never stopped.

Kagome watched the sunrise through Inuyasha’s big window, realizing Tsubaki was more than likely dead. The knowledge hardly disturbed her afterglow. She and her mate had come together again and again the previous night. He didn’t leave her alone long enough to think, and she was grateful. He had been tender and rough and passionate and wild and loving in turns and it was just what she needed. He could be anything for her, so she would be everything for him.

Even now, he ran his fingers down her arm suggestively. Giggling, she rolled over and faced him. He cupped her face and gave her a slow, sweet kiss. Her lips were sensitive, still cut and bruised from their earlier passions.

“Morning,” he murmured, devotion in his voice and gaze.

“Morning,” she smiled back.

Inuyasha’s eyes lit up as he watched her stretch. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere. Let’s run away and get married and travel the world for our honeymoon.”

Kagome felt like crying, so many emotions were shooting through her. But she had to be strong. She could be strong now. Tsubaki had at least taught her that, just as she’d promised. “We’ll have to call Myoga first, though. We’ll need a press conference and stuff to let everyone know I’m no longer a missing person. Besides that, I’d like to get Shikon up and running again, and you have your duties with Tetsusaiga. And then we have to wait for everyone to stop talking.”

Inuyasha rolled over onto her and buried his face in her neck. “Fuck. There are so many things to do. That’ll take fucking forever. Fucking asshole Myoga.”

Kagome had told him last night that his assistant was the one who had told her to come and that he had been the one who had covered her room with dog hearts like some kind of demented feng shui artist. Inuyasha had been about to run naked to his house to kill his loyal servant when Kagome distracted him with her lips and tongue. He wasn’t so angry anymore, but he was still going to make him take a very long unpaid vacation. The flea needed to learn about boundaries and respect. Taking a deeper sniff of her, he froze. Something was different. She rolled him over so that she was on top, and the look on her face plainly stated that she was surprised he had actually let her.

“What’s with the face, Inuyasha?”

“Uh, you wouldn’t, uh, happen to still be on birth control, would you?”

Kagome shook her head. “Nope. Mother always did that for me, even when she sent me to live with Onigumo. And then with Tsubaki I didn’t even think of it.” Her face paled and she realized what he was saying. “Oh god, am I…?”

Inuyasha nodded. Goddamn supernaturally persistent demon sperm taking away time he’d hoped to enjoy with just Kagome…

She glared at him suspiciously. “If you can smell pregnancy, how come I went without a dad for the first fifteen years of my life?”

He rolled his eyes. “I think her whole purifying you in the womb thing prevented me from smelling fertilization. The scent is usually incredibly subtle, anyway, so I have to be pressed up against you,” he explained, bucking his morning erection onto her naked folds, pleased when she bit her lip and groaned.

“Nothing subtle about that.” She rose to her knees and guided him into her slowly, gingerly. She was sore from all the play they had indulged in the previous night, but she needed him more than she needed to be able to walk normally. “Ooh, you’re going to have to tell Myoga to clean up the basement,” she groaned.

Inuyasha wrinkled his nose. “Never mention him while we’re doing this ever again, angel.”

She laughed, loud and open, and they moved as one, his hands on her hips keeping her steady. Briefly, Kagome wondered if this was insanity. Was she insane for not caring that she was coupling with the man who had given her life while the body of her first real female friend lay tossed in the basement? Was it insanity that picturing her lover of the past three years helplessly turning to dust made her ride Inuyasha faster? Was it insanity that when she orgasmed, she wondered if and hoped that her mother’s spirit could hear her, see her happiness? Whatever it was, she collapsed onto her mate’s chest and allowed him to kiss her mark, sending shivers through her. It would be better this time, wouldn’t it? No more lies, no more secrets. It would be better because she knew herself now, knew what she wanted. They would be equal now, not a little girl and a monster, but a woman and a man, together by one another’s side. Forever. No take backs.

Buyo came out of nowhere and jumped on the bed, meowing loudly for breakfast. They both ignored the unpleasant noise.

“I forgot to say I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

“It’s okay, I did too.”

They kissed, and that one caress said everything that needed to be said. They were each other’s.

The end! I’m sorry it was so abrupt and anti-climactic and generally lame and didn’t resolve some very important issues and that this long author’s note maybe fooled some of you into thinking there was more story, but I just wanted this to be over so badly. There will not be a sequel, let’s leave them while they’re happy. And yeah, Kagome’s not going to find out that Inuyasha and Kikyo were banging. Needless drama at this point.

Originally, this was just supposed to be a one-shot about Inuyasha fucking his step-daughter, Kagome, on a kitchen counter after she returned from school and it would be all super hot and there would be dirty-talking and whatever (still might write that). And then I was like, what if her mother knew and approved as long as she got her money? And what if her mom was Kikyo! Gasp! And what if Inuyasha only married her because he wanted to fuck her daughter and was obsessed with her, a la Humbert Humbert? And then it changed again. In my outline, Onigumo was Kagome’s father and he didn’t know it and also believed Inuyasha was her father, and he kidnapped her and raped her to get revenge on Kikyo for leaving him and Inuyasha for existing or whatever and then the truth would be discovered later and Kikyo would die from the pain and shame of it all (so dramatic, ugh) and there would be this huge showdown and Inuyasha would kill him and Kagome would be all pissed that he killed her dad because of reasons (didn’t get that far) and she’d run away from him, driving him mad with grief and run-on sentences. Then she’d show up a few years later with her boyfriend Koga, wanting her mom’s stuff and to see her grave, and Inuyasha would kill Koga and torture Kagome but in a super sexy way and they’d somehow fall in love again ‘cause that’s how that happens and bam! The end. No Sango or Miroku in that one. Let’s face it, their only purpose in the original series is to cock block, and cock blocking is not allowed in my stories, no ma’am.

Also, I made a last minute change to Sesshomaru’s scene the day before it was uploaded. Originally, he was just caring for Rin and not abusing her and Inuyasha threatened to tell everyone he was molesting her hoping it would force his brother into looking for Kagome. And then I started to lose a third of the readers and get complaints and like two reviews per chapter, and I thought, hell, why the fuck not? So now he’s a pedophile, just like in the anime (because it wasn’t the Sengoku Jidai’s version of The Kid by Charlie Chaplin, nah, there was totally shit going on behind the scenes there). You’re welcome, internet.

So uh, how many of you are thinking I should have written it the other way? Just curious. This all got so out of hand, and I’m glad you stayed with me until the end. I have quite a few more ideas, some more revolting that this one, others fairly normal. I have a pretty wide range as far as porn is concerned. ;D A warning: I’ve discovered that I love making InuKag related. Stuff like that grosses me out to no end unless it’s the two of them. Like seriously, I was forced to read Flowers in the Attic for school and I legitimately started gagging, not even exaggerating. I blame Shouraichan’s “When Heaven’s Light Turns to Hellfire” for converting me. Almost didn’t read it, ‘cause like I said, incest is hella gross, but I did and here we are. Prepare for more if you’re gonna read other stuff I write. I had a list of names I was going to include, thanking every frequent reviewer, but I decided not to because it might alienate some. Just know that I know who you are and you’re what I think about when I shower. <3

I’m thinking I’m gonna take a small break, no more than a few days to a week, and then I’ll have a week of one-shots, where I’ll post a single one-shot a day. I’m calling it Shot Week, mostly because I’m an idiot. After that, I’ll begin to post my next story.

Anyway, you guys are awesome and thank you for reading and reviewing! Especially reviewing! I like it when you review! HINTHINTHINTHINTHINTHINTHINT. Like, if you’re reading this in the future because you’re the kind of person who only reads completed stories (like me, most of the time), I’d like it if you would leave a review just to tell me what you generally thought of the thing. Thanks!