InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Best Kind of Friend ❯ 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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Lemon Warning, kind of.

 

Chapter 7

 

In the few months that past since meeting Inuyasha, Kagome and him became very close friends. Getting to know him was difficult at first, he would play tough when other people were around; he was like Sesshomaru in that way. But, when they were alone he was different. He was expressive, although usually in a negative way, but despite his gruff demeanor she knew he had a good heart. He was lonely and a little lost, and it was obvious that he hadn't had many friends in his life. It was a good thing that Kagome was a very patient person and was able to take the time to really look at him and try to get to know him.

 

Kagome had taken to tutoring him in an attempt to help him graduate on time. As it stood he was failing almost every class and if it continued he would have to repeat his senior year, and Kagome knew that he wouldn't do it. In the past couple of months, with her help, he got his grades up to a C average. It was worth it, really, even if her own grades dropped from an A to a low B in most of her classes.

 

The one class that she didn't seem to be making any headway with him in was Geometry. After working with him for awhile she discovered that the root of his problem was that he didn't know his times tables, even seemingly simple equations like 8 x 7 he didn't know without counting on his hand. He would fail the tests because he couldn't finish the tests in the time allowed.

 

“Ok, four times seven.” They were sitting on Inuyasha's bed, as per their normal routine, working on his times tables.

 

Kagome could see him counting on his fingers while he thought about the answer. “27.” He said after taking way too long.

 

“Too long Inuyasha. No using your fingers. You have to… just know the answer.” She had tried flash cards, which he said were stupid, then she tried a math toy her little brother had, which he refused to use because it was for kids, she was kind of running out of tools and he kept using his hands to count it out.

 

“Well, I don't `just know' the fucking answer ok! I can't get this, I don't care if I get it, and it's stupid!” He was frustrated and she knew it, which was why she was able to be so patient with him. She knew that it wasn't her that he was mad at.

 

“Inuyasha you have to get this to graduate. You will get it I know you will.” She ran her hand up and down his arm in a placating manner.

 

“Let's just tie your hands behind your back or something so that you can't use them. Maybe if they aren't there and you don't have them as a crutch you won't use them.”

 

“Keep my hands busy huh?”

 

The gleam in his eyes made Kagome a little nervous. And for good reason, because the next thing she knew he hauled her up to the head of the bed where he was sitting against the headboard and placed her so she was sitting between his thighs with her back to him.

 

This was the one thing about their friendship that perplexed Kagome more than anything. He would get physical from time to time, and then the next minute he was pushing her away. He hadn't kissed her or anything like that, just an embrace here or a caress there a little hand holding on the drive home. Talk about mixed signals, the guy was like a stereo; death metal on one channel and love jams on the next. Trying to figure him out was exhausting.

 

One hand was stroking her thigh, barely reaching the hem of her skirt before it changed direction and traveled back down, and the other was raking claws over her stomach from under her shirt.

 

“Um… Inuyasha?” As uncomfortable with the situation as she was, Kagome couldn't deny that his hands were making her body heat up in the most wonderful way.

 

“Well, are you going to ask me your stupid questions or what?” His voice was so deep, so raw, and so, so, very close to her ear.

 

“Uh… um… 6 times 8?”

 

“48.” He whispered then ran his tongue along the shell of her ear.

 

Was that even right? Kagome wasn't sure. This was a little fast and a lot unexpected. The wet kisses Inuyasha was trailing down her neck were a little distracting.

 

“Mmhmmm that's right. G-good job.” He allowed the hand on her thigh to move up a little further and the one under her shirt was now skimming the bottom of her bra.

 

“Keep going, I think you had the right idea about keeping my hands busy.” He spoke softly, his tone laced with amusement, against her shoulder.

 

“4 times 9?” She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against him.

 

“36” At her weak nod the hand under her shirt skimmed over one breast to the other then back again only to rest over her nipple.

 

“12 times 7?” Her voice was shaking almost as much as her insides.

 

He twisted her head toward him and nibbled on her bottom lip. “That's a hard one. 82?”

 

Kagome shook her head no right before he covered her mouth with his completely. Her eyes shot open when the realization dawned on her; this was her first kiss. She was sharing her first kiss… with Inuyasha… during a math quiz. Not exactly the moonlit walk she had imagined her first kiss being. And if his hand kept traveling up her thigh the way it was, she had the sinking suspicion that there were going to be more firsts here than her first kiss.

 

“84” His answer pulled her away from the panic that his finger induced when it grazed her crotch.

 

What was the question again? Did it really matter if it was right or wrong?

 

Math tutoring completely forgotten, Inuyasha slinked around Kagome and repositioned himself on top of her. Maybe it was the shift in positions or the heavy weight that suddenly appeared over her, but something in that moment made Kagome realize the gravity of the situation she found herself in.

 

First of all, this was her first kiss turned into her first make-out session, and if it didn't stop soon, it would be her first time having sex as well. And quite frankly she wasn't sure if she was ready for something like this yet. Granted, she was a woman of the 21st century, and she was well aware that the first person she had sex may not necessarily be the last. But, despite all of her modern views she still held to the idea that on the eve of her wedding she would lay with her husband, giving him a special gift that would only be given once, and then he would make love to her till the sun came up. It was a nice image that she held onto through the years of adolescent hormones.

 

She did like Inuyasha, a lot. This was just so unexpected. He was a crush. She had a crush on Brad Pitt too, but Brad Pitt was not the one currently removing her shirt. What would a move like this mean for their friendship? Did this mean that they were officially a couple? Would he hold her hand at school tomorrow? Would he ignore the fact that anything had even happened?

 

All pondering and deep contemplation flew out the window when Kagome realized that Inuyasha had somehow, while she was busy thinking about whether or not this was something that she wanted to do, gotten her skirt off and panties off and was now had a finger buried to the knuckle inside of her body.

 

“Uh… Inuyasha, I don't know… I haven't …” The speech about saving herself and not feeling like now was the right time was abruptly cut off when he added a second finger and brushed a spot near her entrance that made her whole being quake. It was all just a bit too much for her seventeen year old mind to handle, therefore her mind decided to take its leave letting her body take over completely.

 

“Don't worry Kagome, I've done this before. It'll be ok.” If she had any resolve left at this point, the heated look in his eyes would have killed it. He looked feral and needy in a way she couldn't ever hope to describe in words.

 

Then she felt him settle and push slowly inside of her, but as much as her conscious mind recoiled her body arched into his and she let him have her.

 

 

 

 

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The scent hit him like a brick wall. Blood, sex, sweat, Kagome.

 

“So…fucking ... tight… God…Kagome” He could hear Inuyasha grunt and growl.

 

“Uhh…Inu…yasha.” Hearing Inuyasha was bad, but hearing Kagome's soft whimpering moans was the straw that broke the proverbial camels back.

 

Never, in his entire life had Sesshomaru vomited, or even felt the need to; until now. His stomach turned and clenched into a tight tense ball inside of him. Quickly, before he actually did throw up, he turned on his heel and left. He couldn't stay there, if he did he would kill Inuyasha, and it wouldn't be fair to Kagome to have her first time end with her covered in the blood of her disemboweled lover.

 

The scent of the smog and grime in the Tokyo air was actually welcomed. He would stick his nose into the tail pipe of a bus if it would erase the memory of the smell of Kagome's virgin blood being spilt.

 

The scent he could block out, he could never forget it, but he could block it out temporarily. What he could not block out was the images that were flashing through his mind's eye…

 

An eight your old Kagome giving a younger version of himself a Valentine's day card with dog biscuits attached.

 

An eleven year old Kagome at the beach afraid to go into the water because of the sharks until he assured her that he could smell no sharks. It never even occurred to her that he couldn't actually smell underwater.

 

A twelve year old Kagome begging to see him in his true form so see could see how big he had gotten.

 

 

A fourteen year old Kagome bringing him hotdogs at 2 am because he had to study for his Counsel coronation.

 

A sixteen year old Kagome performing in a play for her school's festival, never once taking her eyes off of him during her performance.

 

He had known her for the better part of his life, or at least the part that he considered better because he knew her, but more importantly; she knew him. She knew when he needed to be left alone, she knew when he needed someone, not that he would ever admit to needing anyone, and he never really had to, she just knew. When ever he was having a bad day and needed the presence of another she would be there with her soothing scent and her kind words of encouragement.

 

He realized; in the wake of his fathers' death, that as a “dog” demon, he often craved companionship by way of touch. That was part of the reason that he took on his true form when he was mourning, because in that form he was less restricted and could consent to being touched and held without the pretences of human society getting in the way. Quickly Kagome became the one person he would turn to for such comfort. She was the only one he trusted enough to be intimate with in that particular way. As platonic as it may be, the thought of her touching another intimately made him uncomfortably jealous.

 

She was his! His to love, his to kill, his to … do absolutely nothing with. The last being the one that he chose. He was not delusional. She owed him nothing. He dated women and brought more than a few into his bed. Kagome knew this too and she never got jealous or angry over his various conquests. He knew his anger over the fact that she took someone into her bed was irrational, for if he wanted her in the way surely he would have taken her by now.

 

He decided to attribute most of his anger to the fact that the one she chose to lay with just so happened to be his brother. Inuyasha was not worthy of her. He would not appreciate what she had given him. If Sesshomaru could put money on it he would bet that the whelp would turn his back on her the next day. He wasn't stable and was incredibly selfish.

 

Sesshomaru continued walking the streets until well after the sun fell over the horizon and the shadowed moon rose into the sky. He needed time to think and calm down before he went home or he had no doubt that he would kill Inuyasha. Hopefully, he figured, if he stayed out late enough Inuyasha would be asleep by the time he got home.

 

 

 

 

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Kagome waited until Inuyahsa's breathing evened out before she pried herself out of his arms. Quietly, so not to wake him, she slunk around the bed, gathering her scattered clothes, and got dressed. Looking from the window to the clock she realized that it was getting late and if she didn't leave soon she would have to walk home in the dark. Her mother was probably worried about her because she had gone straight to Inuyasha's house after school and didn't stop to call home first.

 

Taking one last look at the boy she so willingly gave herself to, she turned to leave and closed the door gently behind her.

 

Once outside of the dark confines of Inuyasha's room and in the familiar surroundings of the home she knew so well and for so long, a whole new reason for guilt over what she did hit her. She hadn't even thought about Sesshomaru while she was contemplating her decision.

 

It was the guilt that pulled her to Sesshomaru's room. His room was sparsely decorated and immaculately clean. She knew that if she opened the first drawer of this dresser, the only piece of furniture besides the bed and night stands, that she would find his underwear all folded neatly and organized to perfection. If she opened his closet she knew that she would find all of his clothes hung all the same direction and categorized by color and style.

 

That was Sesshomaru, everything in his life was neat and orderly. Everything had a place and if it didn't, then it didn't belong in his life. It was one of the more refreshing points of being his friend; she never had to wonder where she fit in his life. She was his friend.

 

There were times when she wanted more, sure, but to ask to change her position was dangerous. If there wasn't a new one open for her then she could possibly find herself without one at all.

 

 

This room was so different from her own. Hers was clean but nowhere near as organized. The top of her desk was tidy, but if you looked a little deeper the drawers were filled with random papers and trash. The same went for her closet. It looked clean as long as it was closed, but once you opened it … you had better stand back or risk suffocating under a mountain of clothes and shoes.

 

And just like Sesshomaru's life was as organized as his room, hers was just as messy. An organized mess. She seemed together to anyone who looked, but if you took your time to dig you would see all of the confusion, apprehension, and indecision under the surface. She was a straight A student, so much so that she skipped 6th grade and was now the youngest student in her graduating class. But, she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. The scripted answer was to take over the shrine, but in reality she wanted to be a teacher, and a doctor, and an archeologist, and an astronaut. Her future occupational goals changed just as often as her underwear. She had no idea what she wanted out of life and the idea of having to settle on one thing scared her.

 

 

Kagome took a seat on the end of his bed and absently traced the embroidery on his comforter. It was so white and so clean. And for some reason she felt that just by sitting on it she was going to get it dirty.

 

She laid down on the bed and mentally tried to talk herself out of regretting her actions. Regretting would do no good. She did like Inuyasha, she did. But, when she looked over the nightstand, where she knew if she opened the door she would see the picture of her and Sesshomaru complete with a macaroni frame that she made when she was 10, she couldn't help but to feel horrible that in that one moment of passion she completely forgot about him. It was the seed of regret that she would grow in her heart.

 

Looking out the window Kagome saw the street lights come on and the last rays of sun start to disappear. Wiping the tears, she didn't realize she had shed; she took one last look around.

 

“I'm sorry.” She whispered to the empty room before heading home.

 

 

 

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Sesshomaru came home around midnight to find Inuyasha digging through the refrigerator, the top potion of his body buried deep in its depths. The calm and control that he had built up while he was out slipped in an instant. Before he had time to really thing about his actions, he called forth his jaki to form a whip and brought it down hard on the half-breeds back.

 

He had expected Inuaysha to rush at him yelling and cursing and for a nice little fight to ensue. What he did not expect however was the black hair and human ears around the face contorted in pain that he was met with when Inuyasha turned around and fell to his knees. Immediately he realized what was going on. This was Inuyasha's night of vulnerability. It almost made what he did forgivable, almost, because he would have still been himself when the act had been committed.

 

After a taking a moment to collect himself and let the pain subside Inuyasha spoke, “What the fuck!?!” His voice was higher than normal and lacked some its roughness.

 

Sesshomaru said nothing, but Inuyasha had an idea what the problem was. He may not have had his normal sense of smell, but he was sure Sesshomaru did. Since he hadn't taken a bath since that afternoons activities he was sure Sesshomaru could smell what happened loud and clear.

 

Inuyasha smirked at the elder demon and prayed that his assumption that Sesshomaru's sense of honor would keep him from killing him when he was a human was correct. “Are you mad because I fucked her,” He chucked darkly, “Or are you mad because I fucked her first.”

 

He realized, as the fist connected with his chin, that he had overestimated his brother's honor. He, obviously, was not above beating the crap out of a human.

 

 

Sesshomaru looked at the mess on the floor. The half-breed was struggling to remain conscious under the pain he was sure that he was feeling from the laceration in his back and the jaw that he made it a point to fracture. “Pathetic.” He muttered before turning on his heel and retreating into his room.

 

Had Inuyasha been his normal self he would have beaten him within an inch of his life, but there was no point in it now that he was human. He would just have to remember to beat the crap out of him in the morning.