InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Together Forever ❯ Chapter 1

“You do realize that even if we don't do,” he gulped. “It, everyone will assume we did it anyway! I mean, it's what people do on their wedding night!” InuYasha exclaimed as he stomped over to the other side of the room, flopping down in a cushy arm-chair.

 

I didn't think of it that way, Kagome thought miserably to herself. The flaming red in her cheeks seemed to lick at her skin, tantalizing her into aggravating thoughts. “Yeah?” she grunted, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to make herself look less pathetic.

 

“You're so prudish!” he said in an aggravated tone while crossing his arms over his chest in the same manner as the girl before him.

 

“I am not prude!” she suddenly yelled. “I am just a little upset at the fact that my mother threw me into this…” her voice rose in volume and strength as her heart beat faster with rage. “THING!”

 

During her entire rant, InuYasha's body had slowly slipped from the chair onto the floor, his arms gradually unfolding to rest lamely on the either side of him. This is way more trouble than I thought it would be, InuYasha thought miserably. He had just been expecting a meek girl that he would bed quickly just to get it over with. Instead, he found himself facing a head-strong woman, too stuck in her own opinions to realize that if not tonight, then another night. Or, god forbid, on their honeymoon. InuYasha gulped at the thought of trying to bed her there.

 

“Well I don't know about you,” he said, getting up and striding over to the side of the four-post bed. “But I am extremely tired.” Without another word, he stripped down to his long-johns.

 

“W-what are you doing?” Kagome asked as her stomach did multiple flips. His defined muscles gave her a strange feeling in a place she'd never felt anything of like before.

 

“What does it look like I'm doing?” he asked in an annoyed tone as he pulled back the velvety, flower-patterned comforter.

 

“You're going to sleep?” she asked incredulously. When he didn't answer, she asked, “Well where am I going to sleep?”

 

InuYasha shrugged as he pulled the sheets over his shoulder and sat up to blow out the carousine lamp, throwing the room into near blackness. “Don't matter to me.”

 

Kagome stuttered, speculating how in the world she was supposed to live out the rest of her life with this big-headed… jerk. She didn't ask for this, she was just an innocent bystander when her mother made a stupid business choice, losing all their money, and forcing her to find another way to gain back a portion of their fortune. Unfortunately though, Kagome was what her mother needed to resolve that capital setback.

 

“I will not allow my daughter to marry some commoner,” her mother had said sternly. “You will be wed to InuYasha Izaioi.” Without another word, she had quietly left the room, leaving Kagome to reminisce in thoughts she never imagined she would think with still a whole lifetime of her life to live through.

 

A pang of anger was still coursing through her mind as she cautiously untied her creamy-white gown, ignoring the fact that, despite the horrible wedding, she did look magnificent in the dress. No, she thought. It was a wonderful wedding… I was just too miserable to notice it.

 

The wedding had been held only two days after both InuYasha and Kagome had found out. Even though she had met him briefly while they were young, she never got too close to him. He had seemed dull, and yet too intimidating to approach, not to mention the seemingly stuck-up Kikyou that liked to stay within five feet of him every moment. Kagome had later found that InuYasha had been courting the girl, against everyone's wishes.

 

His flirtations were in vein, though, because of her abrupt change in heart. She had been brought up to be very grounded, stuck in her ways. So when she snuck out of the port town, with no warning what-so-ever, on a pirate ship that had attacked their town, everyone was shocked beyond belief. InuYasha, it seemed, had gone through even more grief than anyone there; locking himself in his room, not eating or sleeping, wandering the streets at night, even getting impossibly intoxicated and being found the next morning in some whore house down the street. Though the entire town grieved Kikyou's absence, they had all moved on within a year. But InuYasha, it seemed, still lamented for her, and even going back to his old ways once in a while.

 

What troubled Kagome, though, was the fact that he still held feelings for the girl, and it seemed to her that there was no more room in his heart for anyone or anything else.

 

She quickly grabbed for a night gown that had been laid on the back of another cushy arm chair. Sliding it over her ridiculously naked form, she thanked the Lord that InuYasha had been facing the other wall while she had been undressing so untidily. Heaving a huge sigh, she carefully lifted a corner of the sheets, shuddering at the thought of being in such close proximity after only a few hours of not-so-polite convorsation with this head-strong man.

 

Kagome flipped over on her stomach, her usual position of sleep, and tucked her hands beneath the corners of the large, squashy pillow. She nearly wet herself when she felt InuYasha slid an arm over her waist and burry his nose in the crook of her neck and snored loudly. She rolled her eyes when she realized that he was only sleeping and fought the urge to elbow him hard in the ribs. She contented herself with keeping intolerably still in hopes of not awakening him and being caught in a desperately embarrassing position.

 

What have I gotten myself into? InuYasha asked himself as he continued to test her personal space with his counterfeit sleep. God she smells amazing, he thought, then cursed himself for only making his situation worse on him. This position was supposed to be making her uncomfortable and flustered, rather than stirring certain places of his anatomy into hard life.

 

- - -

 

The next morning, InuYasha awoke to an empty bed, and a loud breakfast bell ringing in his ears. Too much damn whiskey, he thought bitterly to himself. He nearly shot out of bed when he realized the place he was and where he was to be going within the next few hours.

 

“No thank you Shippo,” Kagome said gently to the petite servant boy who offered her another piece of bread. “Help yourself to it.” She smiled when he gave her a startled look. “Why don't you sit--”

 

“Get lost kid,” a harsh, bodiless voice from behind the doors to the lobby.

 

“What is your problem?” Kagome countered, just as harsh when InuYasha walked into the room and shoved the red-headed boy behind him and out the door. She caught the boy's gaze and gave a weak smile before her husband closed the doors sharply in his face.

 

“My problem is that we have less than three hours to be on the ship, and you are still enjoying a quiet meal by the fireplace,” he said in a mocking tone.

 

“I'm already packed,” she said quietly as he sat in a cushioned chair on the opposite side of the table and fancied himself to pick dirt from beneath his dangerously sharp fingernails.

 

“As am I,” he countered.

 

“Well then what's the fuss?”

 

“Keh!”

 

“Keh, yourself!” she said quickly, before standing abruptly and stomping past him to the lobby. What a heartless jerk!, she thought angrily to herself as she walked up the carpet covered marble steps. It was merely a piece of bread! I bet the boy gets less than that in a day! As she stared around their room, she thought, with a pang of guilt, that she probably should've packed during the hour or so she was awake before him. Oh well. He would just have to get over it now wouldn't he?

 

Kagome's chin raised a bit as she opened her wardrobe door to start the inevitable. But before she could even give a gasp of surprise, her mouth was covered by a strong hand, and another whipped around her waist to pull her into the closet. Heart pounding, eyes prickling, brimming with tears, she tried to evaluate her situation.

 

From what she could tell, she was now in her wardrobe, being pressed against a wall by a tall man, about InuYasha's height, and she felt a firm jab at her abdomen. With a shot of adrenaline-sparked fear, she gave a partial gasp as she realized it must've been a gun that was jabbing her above her belly button. She felt his face move in closer to hers.

 

“If you make a sound,” he whispered. “I'll shoot you, and when I shoot, my boys'll hear it and take it as a sign to start doing what we're known for.” Kagome could almost see this strange man's confident smirk as he continued, “I'm sure you can have a gander at what that'll be then?” A harsh laugh and a slap of rancid breath swept her face. She squinted her eyes in an effort not to tear.

 

Before she could do another thing, the man spoke again, “Soon, love, soon,” and lifted something to her mouth. The last thought that crossed her mind, as the putrid stench filled her nostrils and lungs, was of any help that might come, any wisp of a chance that she might just survive to see her sixteenth birthday.

 

InuYasha…