InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cruelty of Fate ❯ Numb ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Numb

 

 

“She's finally asleep.”

 

Kagome entered the bedroom slowly. Her husband was now washing up after a long day.

 

“I tucked her in but she made quite a fuss. I guess they must have given her ice cream or something at daycare today” Kagome called, trying to make mild conversation as she prepared for bed.

 

Kagome took a moment to look in the mirror. Her appearance had definitely changed in the past eight years. Her hair was almost always up in a high bun in public, and because of this her hair had developed a very distinct wave to it when it was down. Just the change in hairstyle and the age difference were enough to make Kagome look completely different.

 

Kagome reached down for the brush but noticed a large scroll upon the table. She opened it to see what her husband had brought home. He often picked up various historical artifacts at the university to display at the shrine. This may have been one of the newest artifacts found around Tokyo. Kagome took extreme care not to damage it.

 

`The Hateshi Family Tree'. After seeing the title and the writing it was obvious the scroll had been written recently. Someone must have looked into the family past for them. “Hey Satoru! What's this family tree thing? Where did you get it?”

 

Satoru walked out of the washroom wearing a towel around his waist. He stopped for a moment to towel dry his hair. “Oh that? A friend from the U Tokyo history department did it for me. I thought it would be good if we could link our family history back further to the shrine. Maybe then tourists will take me more seriously as a Priest if I am related to one from this shrine five hundred years ago.”

 

Kagome read through some of the names slowly, and felt her body freeze when she reached the top where the tree had begun.

 

Satoru moved to look over Kagome's shoulder. “I read through it while you were tucking in Sango, and I noticed something really weird. Can you see it?”

 

Kagome nodded but did not speak. She put the scroll down and walked towards the washroom.

 

“He could trace it back five hundred years. That's around when the shrine was built. The two names at the top were what really stood out to me though.” He dropped the towel around his waste, standing naked within the bedroom and grabbing his shorts. He changed and lay down on the bed, reading the scroll. Kagome walked out of the bathroom and began to change into her nightgown.

 

“Do you remember the day we met?” He asked slowly. “I was praying in the shrine for my grandfather, and you came out and you saw me there during the night.”

 

Kagome nodded and began to lift the night gown over her head.

 

“You yelled `Miroku!' You told me you thought I was somebody else.” Satoru stood slowly and walked towards Kagome. Kagome was now dressed in her night gown and cleaning up the mess on the floor. She persisted in avoiding eye contact as Satoru followed her around the room. “Well Miroku is at the top of this tree! Oh and look who his wife is.”

 

He placed his hands on Kagome's waste, urging her to stop ignoring him. He slowly turned her around to face him. Kagome was trying her very best not to look at Sutoru straight in the eye, because all she could see was Miroku, her good friend from five hundred years ago, staring back at her. “You picked the name Sango when you heard we were having a girl. You remained persistent to the very end and I agreed-”

 

“Satoru we should head to bed.” Kagome interrupted, trying to leave her husband's strong grip.

 

“But listen Kagome, his wife's name was Sango.” He said slowly, trying to get Kagome to look him in the eyes. “Isn't that strange?”

 

Kagome looked up at her husband, but automatically looked away. She was a very bad actress. “Are you serious?”

 

There was silence for a few minutes, and Satoru began to realize that his wife was trying to ignore him. He became very serious suddenly. He could tell the name thing must not have been just mere coincidence. “Kagome? Are you alright?”

 

Kagome leaned towards her husband and kissed his lips. He pulled away and looked down into her eyes. Kagome focused her eyesight on his forehead.

 

“You are so beautiful.”

 

Kagome kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck so he couldn't pull away so easily.

 

Her knees buckled causing Satoru to have complete control over his wife. He brought her onto the bed, and after a bit of shifting Kagome lay on top of him.

 

A soft murmur escaped his lips as he was overcome with lust. Kagome imitated the noise shortly after and she began to play with his hair, pulling at it softly.

 

Satoru pulled away from Kagome, forcing her to look him in the eyes. He searched her expression for some sign of love, some sign of security. He found nothing, which was what he had expected.

 

Gripping her wrist he pushed her onto her back. “I love you” He grunted as he pushed her hands onto the bed, restraining her movements. He leaned down to kiss her neck but she had gotten to his lips first, forcing him into a passionate kiss. He felt heat rush from his lips down his body.

 

Kagome persisted in kissing her husband, propping her body up on her elbows, their hands still clasped together.

 

She nipped at his lips, pushing a soft moan out of him. He was completely under her control. He felt everything, while she felt nothing.

 

At first she thought of herself as a slut, giving her body to a man she didn't love. But now she realized how much control it gave her. She could make him ignore her lack of love, just by adding a bit of fake passion. She imitated exactly what Satoru wanted, and this was enough to cause him to forget anything she desired.

 

Kagome wrapped her leg around him, pulling his body to her. She began to rub against him softly. Her eyes were closed as she attempted to picture someone else. A man with no face. She couldn't picture herself with Satoru right now, especially after she had realized he was Miroku's re-incarnation.

 

Satoru pushed Kagome upon the bed and began pulling off her nightgown. He kissed her kneck as he pulled the gown off her waist and down her legs.

 

Kagome cried out softly as she reached for his shorts, she pushed them off his body and pulled him to her with her thighs.

 

He thrust into her quickly, but paused, gasping. He lay still looking deeply into her eyes, feeling her pulse around him, searching for answers. Kagome didn't allow him enough time. She grabbed her husbands' neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, rocking her hips.

 

Satoru gripped her hips, brought his body closer to her and continued to thrust. He pushed inside of her with so much force that Kagome stifled a cry of pain.

 

The sex seemed more like war than love, as it always had. One partner battled with the other for the upper hand.

 

Still Kagome felt nothing, even when she climaxed for the first time, which was well rehearsed like any other time. Cry out softly and pull him close, then tighten around him.

 

Kagome repeated the same thing over and over again, and she felt her body tense up unwillingly. Why couldn't she have the passion her friends had told her about. Why did these times always feel like a chore, or a battle between Satoru and her.

 

Kagome clenched her teeth and pushed her husband onto his back. Determination was evident in her gaze as she pulled him inside of her. She would feel something. She had to if she was going to keep on living this way. She thrust as hard as she could, rocking back and forth with as much force as she could muster.

 

She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth, trying to feel the sensation of passion or love.

 

She felt numb.

 

Rocking harder she searched for some sensation of lust for the man she had married. The man she should love and give anything for.

 

He looked up at Kagome in bewilderment, attempting to get some answers from her expression. He thought he could see tears.

 

“K-Kagome” He tried to speak but he couldn't control it anymore. He gripped her hips tightly, holding her around him and let it go. Kagome cried out, knowing this movement all to well. She clenched around him, pulling every bit of him inside her.

 

But Kagome's cry turned into something else. She couldn't help it, her voice cracked and tears began to flow from her eyes. She held back the vibrations that threatened to evoke a long whale from escaping her lips.

 

A wave of terrible sadness flowed through Kagome as she collapsed on top of Satoru.

 

She couldn't keep the charade up much longer. She hoped he would mistake her tears for sweat and would not question her. She rolled off of him and closed her eyes, trying to control the impending hyperventilation that would soon erupt into a stream of tears.

 

She bit her lip and rolled over, wrapping the blanket around her naked form.

 

Satoru lay still, thinking about what had just happened. `Tears…'

 

He looked over at Kagome, seeing that she had rolled over. He could see her back was tense as if she was holding something in. “Kagome are you okay?”

 

Kagome didn't give a reply, she was afraid that if she spoke her body would crumble and she would let everything out.

 

Satoru reached over for Kagome's shoulder, he wanted to give her comfort and let her know that everything was fine. Kagome flinched at his touch and sat up on the bed, she rushed into the washroom without a word.

 

“Kagome!” Satoru yelled, sitting up. Her reply was the washroom door slamming shut.

 

He clenched his fist slamming it onto the bed in frustration. He took a few deep breaths and fell onto his back.

 

Kagome stood, her hands gripping the side of the sink. Looking into the mirror before her she watched as silent tears fell down her cheeks. She bit her lip, attempting to hold back the sobs. It had been a while since she cried like this and she welcomed it with a relief she hadn't felt in a while. She was addicted to these moments. These few times where all the tension in her body was aloud to pour out of her in soft droplets of water.

 

“This is pathetic…” Kagome whispered through reverberating lips. It was pathetic that crying was her only comfort. She couldn't go to anyone with her tears, not even her husband. He was probably going to get tired of her soon anyway, realizing there is no hope for a loving relationship. Kagome gasped, collapsing onto the edge of the bath tub. What would she do if Satoru left? Then again why did she care? She didn't love him. All he did was remind her of the things she could never have. Why did she care so much?

 

Why couldn't she move on?

 

Kagome held back another cry. She so desperately wanted to scream at the top of her lungs but she couldn't. She took a few deep breaths, turned on the sink, and splashed her face with some cold water.

 

After a few more moments Kagome had composed herself and walked out of the room. She stepped back into the bedroom cautiously, afraid of what Satoru was thinking. Silence. He seemed to be fast asleep so Kagome made her way to the bed, afraid to wake him. She lifted the covers and lay down next to him, afraid to move.

 

Lying there, Kagome looked up at the ceiling. He rolled onto his back, shocking Kagome, who was right about to shut her eyes. He stared up at the ceiling as well in silence, creating a tremendous tension in the room.

 

Kagome was frozen, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. The silence went on for a few minutes as they both looked up at the roof, unable to look each other in the eye.

 

“…After… six years of marriage. I still don't know anything about you…” Satoru spoke softly, but his words were etched into Kagome's soul, burning as they were spoken.

 

There was another moment of silence before Satoru rolled over, away from Kagome.

 

Kagome closed her eyes and tried to block out the echoing words that assaulted her mind. She lay still for the rest of the night, unable to move and unable to sleep.