InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Syndrome ❯ We Can Talk A While, Baby ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9 - We Can Talk a While, Baby

 

 

Sesshoumaru found himself openly staring at Kagome across the table with a half smile on his face. Kagome didn't notice, mostly because she was ever so quietly singing to herself. She'd never grown out of it. Still when she got really nervous or stressed she would find her self singing, almost in a whisper. It didn't matter what she sang as the result was always the same. It was just whatever popped into her head at the time she needed it. The taiyoukai found him self in the odd position of trying to identify the song from the little bits that were loud enough for him to hear.

 

“…curiosity, kitten, doesn't have to mean you're on your own…he doesn't have to know…”

 

He glanced back towards the kitchen window for a moment, noticing that the hanyou and his two friends were no longer visible.

 

“…are you happy where you're sleeping? Does he keep you safe and warm? ...I've been watching you for hours…”

 

Sesshoumaru had heard the back door open and was debating whether he should leave before they came back into the kitchen or not when he heard the annoying monk say “Do you think your father would mind if we made a couple of… improvements?” Immediately he scowled. Just what were the idiots planning now? Whatever it was he would have to be the one to put a stop to it, again. Deciding it could wait, he focused his attention back on the sweet soft voice floating across the table towards him, a bit louder now.

 

“…well I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow, casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there, counting crows. One for sorrow, two for joy, three for girls and four for boys, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told…”

 

He furrowed his brows as he heard the basement door open, followed by the distinct sound of three sets of feet heading down the stairs.

 

“…open up your eyes, you can see the flames, flames, flames of a wasted life. You should be ashamed. No, you don't wanna waste your life baby…no darling, you don't wanna waste your life”

 

Once again he turned his attention from their strange behavior to focus on Kagome. He couldn't help but listen. She had an amazing voice that seemed to caress him, soothe him, and make everything else but her fade away.

 

“…I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me. I said I walk along these hillsides in the summer `neath the sunshine…Shame, shame, change… Shame, shame, change…Shame shame, change change…”

 

As her mind registered her own words she realized that she'd done it again. Her eyes shot up and saw the small smile on his face. Assuming he was laughing at her she let out a little huff, stood up, and went to sit in the living room. Unsure as to what had just happened; Sesshoumaru decided he might as well find out just what they were up to downstairs.

 

 

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“What kind of improvements?” Inuyasha asked suspiciously.

 

“Well, I figure she would like some privacy and a good bit of space. A coat of paint and get rid of some of this stuff that we never use anyway and this could make an awesome flat. Kinda like her own little studio apartment. There would be room for more than just a bed. We could fit a couch and TV, a table and chairs… we could even get her a mini fridge.”

 

“Sounds like a lot of work to me.”

 

“Kagome's worth it!” Shippo said, shooting a glare at his lazy hanyou friend.

 

Inuyasha grumbled but didn't protest and it was decided that this would become Kagome's new home. The three separated to begin poking around the odd conglomeration of things that were basically abandoned in the basement.

 

“So, do you think your father would approve?” Miroku called across the open space, hoping no one came over to this corner of the large room. He'd just happened across a box of old Playboys and he intended to sneak them up into his room later tonight. He smirked mentally. Apparently Inuyasha's father was a man after his own heart.

 

“You know that all I have to do is say `Kagome needs' and he'll be ready to hand over a credit card and hire anyone and everyone needed. Hell, he'd probably buy the wench her own house if she'd let him.”

 

All conversation stopped as they heard the basement door open above them. They weren't ready for Kagome to know yet. If she knew about their plans and how much money they were likely to spend she'd make them promise not to. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, it was not Kagome who descended the staircase but Sesshoumaru.

 

“What are you fools doing down here?” he asked, his tone demanding an immediate answer.

 

“Lookin' around. You got a problem with that?” Inuyasha snapped back at him.

 

“This Sesshoumaru heard mention of father and `improvements'. What ridiculous thing have you decided you need now? All you are, Inuyasha, is a sinkhole that wishes to swallow up every dollar father has.”

 

“Fuck off! You ain't in charge around here and you ain't in charge of me. All I gotta say to Pops is her name and he'll be over here doing it himself!”

 

Sesshoumaru furrowed his brow. “Whose name? Do what? This Sesshoumaru will not stand for your circumnavigation. Answer my questions now.”

 

Miroku decided some small amount of tact was going to be necessary, making Inuyasha incapable of handling the situation. “Kagome's roommates got arrested and all of them are being evicted. She has already been searching for alternate housing in an attempt to remove herself from the situation she was having with the three girls but nothing acceptable is available. We are hoping to turn this into something similar to a studio apartment so that she can move in here.”

 

“You wish for the girl to live in the basement?” he sneered. Kagome deserved much better than a dank hole in the ground beneath their house.

 

“With a little work she'll love it. And I know just the guy to help us make it perfect,” Shippo chimed in.

 

Miroku looked at him in question for a minute. “Are you thinking who I'm thinking?”

 

“He's talkin' about the flamer!” Inuyasha said loudly, once again proving his inability to be tactful. “And you don't have a say. You know as well as I do that Pops would do anything to make her happy. We just have to do it without her knowing or she'll try to stop us.”

 

“Why would she protest? Would she not desire to live here? She certainly wastes enough of her time with you fools.”

 

Miroku raised a hand to stop Inuyasha's coming rant. “Kagome does not want Inuyasha or any of us to spend our money on her. She never has. Coming from a less than wealthy family, she has always wanted to ensure that we know she is not friends with us for our bank accounts, though we already do.”

 

“Hn,” was all Sesshoumaru said before turning and heading back up the stairs, hoping to catch her alone once more. Maybe this time he would actually be able to speak to her.

 

“Don't say a fucking word to her!” Inuyasha called after him.

 

“Inuyasha, you should call your father and I will call Bankotsu and tell him our idea. He can bring Jakotsu back with him to see the area.”

 

“What are we gonna do with Kags? She's gonna notice if we're painting and bringing furniture through and stuff.”

 

“Shippo's got a point,” Miroku said with a sigh, thinking once more. “I know. We'll take turns distracting her. Each day one of us will take her somewhere for a few hours. That way anything that needs to be carried through the house and any people she can't know are here can come in during that time. And there is always the time that she's in classes too. ”

 

“Works for me,” Inuyasha said before hopping over the boxes in his way and starting up the stairs. “And I know you're gonna try to sneak those Playboys to your room. Don't even think about it. We'll split them.”

 

Miroku gave a sigh and looked forlornly at the magazines he almost had. “So close,” he whispered to himself before following Inuyasha up the stairs. “Shippo? Can you do something with Kagome now while we make our calls?”

 

“Sure thing!” Shippo said happily. He didn't often get Kagome to himself, being the last of the four to become her friend and thus the one she'd known for the least amount of time. It would be fun to spend some time with just her.

 

 

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Sesshoumaru looked into the living room and had to hold in a laugh. Kagome was on the couch watching TV, but not in any usual way. No, Kagome had her legs over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down, her hair pooled in two puddles of midnight on the floor on either side of her face. She held the remote out towards the TV, her elbow bending a little more than normal as she changed the channel. She hadn't noticed him yet, or at least she wasn't acknowledging his presence.

 

“Does being upside down make it any more interesting?” he asked, watching her whole body twitch in surprise at his voice.

 

“Makes it less boring,” she answered in a disinterested tone before changing the channel again. Glancing over and seeing him still standing there she asked, “Is there something you want?”

 

Taking this as a sign he nodded. “Yes actually. This Sesshoumaru wishes to apologize for my comment this morning. I spoke without thinking and did not mean it.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yes, it is.”

 

“Alright then. Is there anything else?”

 

Apparently she was still hurt… or angry. Either way her tone made it clear she didn't wish to speak with him. His ego wanted to force her to at least acknowledge that he apologized and his beast begged for her to accept it but neither was going to happen. This was his chance, he knew. Kagome moving in would give him the opportunity to show her he was more than the cold, heartless bastard he knew she saw him as. That thought caused the pain in his chest to double and he almost grunted at the severity. He had to figure out why this was happening, why he was in such incredible pain and why she was the only one who could ease the torture. He needed to know why hers was the only female form his body would respond to. It seemed Inuyasha was not the only one needing to speak to their father. Giving up for now, Sesshoumaru returned to his room.

 

 

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Miroku had slipped quietly past Kagome alone and in her favorite position on the couch, heading up the stairs to call Bankotsu while hoping he hadn't left Jakotsu's apartment yet. The phone rang several times and just when Miroku was ready to give up he heard a click.

 

“Heeelloooo!” a high pitched sing-songy voice said incredibly loudly.

 

Miroku looked at the phone in his hand like it had just slapped him for a moment before returning it to his ear, a little further away this time just in case. “I see I am not too late. I was hoping Bank hadn't left you yet.”

 

“Nope, Bank's in the bathroom,” the feminine voice whispered like it was a secret and the walls had ears. “And how are you Roki?”

 

“Jak, how many times do I have to beg you not to call me that?” he said, exasperated already and he'd only said three sentences.

 

“I'm not quite sure, but I know it's at least a couple more. He told me about poor Kagome. Have you guys come up with any ideas yet? If not she's welcome to stay with me for a while. It's been too long since we've had a girl's night.”

 

“Jakotsu, to have a girl's night with Kagome would require you to be a girl as well.”

 

The voice on the other end huffed before replying. “You, Roki, are just mean. Oh! Bank's coming. Hang on.”

 

Miroku silently thanked the Kamis while listening to Jak tell Bankotsu who was on the phone. After the usual complaint that Jak didn't need to be answering his cell phone, he came on the line. “So? Did you guys think of something yet?”

 

“Yes, in fact, we did, or I did really. We'll need Jakotsu's help though.”

 

“Oh for the love of Kami why?” he asked while laughing.

 

“Well, here's our plan…” Miroku relayed their ideas and Jak's part in it and Bankotsu agreed that it was an excellent idea. After promises to be home soon with Jak in tow, the two hung up. “This is going to be a very interesting week,” he said to himself before falling back onto his bed and closing his eyes.

 

 

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Inuyasha's call to his father had been even simpler. He had been right when he said all that needed to be said was “Kagome needs…” Immediately his father was one hundred percent focused on his younger son. After a short discussion of their plan and what they would most likely need his father gave him the go ahead and offered to help in any way he could.

 

“Maybe you could keep her distracted one of the days this week. You know how she is. If she knows what we're planning she'll try to stop it.”

 

“I'd be happy to my boy! It's been too long since your mother and I have seen her. Perhaps we could invite her for dinner.”

 

“I'm sure she'd love it. She always loves visiting you guys.”

 

“Yes, even more than you or your brother do. Explain to me why that is again?”

 

Inuyasha heaved a sigh before rattling off an excuse and hanging up. They always wanted him to come home and visit but he was enjoying his independence too much. His mom was always trying to straighten his shirt and fix his hair like he was a baby and his father… his father wanted to know why he hadn't met a nice girl and mated yet. `Come on! I'm still a freshman! Like I want to settle down with one girl. Ha! The only girl I can stand for more than a week is Kags and I can't mate her. I love her too much.' The hanyou had no idea just how odd that sounded and didn't care either. He had to prepare for Jakotsu's arrival. With a grimace he started digging through drawers and searching the floor of his closet. He had to find it. If he didn't find his bandana Jakotsu would spend the whole time molesting his ears. Inuyasha shuddered at the thought. No one could touch the ears but Kagome.

 

 

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Shippo had walked into the living room and evaluated the situation. Decision made, he sat on the back of the couch and flopped backwards until he was positioned just like Kagome, staring at an upside down picture of The Fresh Prince before the channel flicked to something else. “Anything good on at all?”

 

“Yeah actually. They're showing a marathon of Ninja Warrior but it's a commercial. I hate commercials. You guys so need to get a Tivo.”

 

“I know. I keep telling them that, but then Inuyasha says that Miroku would only fill it up with porn and suddenly no one wants one quite so badly anymore.”

 

“I can see that.”

 

“Me too. So, what do you wanna do today?”

 

“I dunno. Bank should be back soon. I probably should go to my house and see if the party's over yet. Or at least to put on some of my own clothes.”

 

“Nah, you look cute in that.”

 

“Oh, oh! It's back. This guy, he's one of my favorites. Gold medal trampolinist and cute as hell too! There's no way he's not gonna make it to the second course. Just wait for it… he's king of the jump hang! See? Did you see?”

 

Shippo laughed at how excited she was by something so small. “Yes, Kags, I saw. You've seen this one before, haven't you?”?

 

She turned her head to look at him and smiled. “I've seen them all!”

 

 

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Sesshoumaru was holed up in his room, glaring at the ceiling and wanting to know why the Kamis insisted on torturing him. After a while, when he was sure Inuyasha would have already hung up with their father, he picked up his cell phone from his bedside table and flipped it open. He pushed a few buttons before hearing it ring.

 

“A phone call from both of my sons in one day, no, within ten minutes! I must be dreaming.”

 

“If only this were merely a dream…” Sesshoumaru said darkly.

 

“Now, now Sesshoumaru, is Inuyasha bugging you again?” he asked in a sarcastic tone. He already knew the answer. Of course Inuyasha was bugging Sesshoumaru. It was his hobby and the boy certainly took it seriously.

 

“Yes, of course, but that is not the purpose of this call.”

 

His father snorted at his eldest son's serious tone. “Then I'll just shut up and let you tell me what the purpose of this call is.” There was a soft mumble of something that sounded like `ungrateful sons… wish I had daughters' but Sesshoumaru ignored it, determined to get his questions answered.

 

He sucked in a breath and decided to just say it. Hopefully it would mean something to the older inu. “There is something happening… to me. I… I am in pain, serious pain. I cannot sleep and when I do the dreams wake me.”

 

On the other end of the line, Katsuro looked at the phone in shock. There was no way it was happening! Not to Sesshoumaru! Not so soon! It had to be something else. It wasn't possible that his son was suffering from what he was thinking of. Not a chance. No way in the seven layers of hell. But then maybe… “Tell me, son, where exactly is the pain? Describe it to me.”

 

“My chest. It is the worst in my chest; like someone has their hand wrapped around my heart and is trying to crush it.”

 

Katsuro took in a breath. “Are there times when the pain eases?”

 

“Very few. Only one… only one can ease the pain, but with one look they can make it excruciating. What is happening father?”

 

“The dreams son, is that person in the dreams?”

 

“Yes,” Sesshoumaru hissed as his chest started throbbing as soon as he saw her in his mind.

 

“Unbelievable…” his father muttered.

 

“Trust me, it is very believable from my point of view,” he snarled. This was getting him nowhere.

 

“But… it's just that… I never imagined it would happen to you, let alone so soon.”

 

“What is it?” Sesshoumaru said in the most threatening voice he could muster at the moment, which wasn't anywhere near up to his usual standards.

 

“It's complicated. You'll have to come home so I can explain it all to you. We're going to be inviting Kagome to dinner one day this week. You could come together.”

 

As he heard his father's response he wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him, but the last sentence immediately called an image to his mind. The pain increased again and Sesshoumaru's eyes rolled back in his head as he slumped to the bed, out cold. His last thought? Just how much he would enjoy it if he and Kagome could cum together.

 

Katsuro called out to his son a few times before deciding that Sesshoumaru must have hung up on him. He shook his head before replacing the phone in its cradle. “Just like Inuyasha. How I wish I had a daughter, a sweet girl like Kagome.”

 

 

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Author's Note:

 

Katsuro - victorious son