InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Treacherous Romance ❯ Treacherous Romance: Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Treacherous Romance

 

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A/N: I don't know why, but I like Kaguya so much, so please try not to judge her too harshly. I knowstuff like this doesn't happen in real life all that often, but it is possible.Also, keep in mind that Inuyasha and Kagome's relationship

has been a bit awkward from the start - they based it on actions rather than saying things aloud, so that's how it's going to be to the end.

 

Enjoooy and please review :)

 

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One morning I woke up and noticed I was naked and there was an equally naked body pressed close to mine. No, I hadn't! It was simply not possible… I chanced inspecting and noticed Inuyasha splayed on the sheets beside me. It was a new day, we'd spent the night together this time, why was it so important to me?

 

My apartment was decent, we always used it when there was no other alternative. Why did my heart beat so wildly at waking up next to him as if I were his wife? In another world, in a completely different universe maybe I would be allowed to love him, to marry him and have a normal life together. Was I a fool to wish those things?

 

I couldn't help myself, I kissed the corner of his mouth and smiled when he brought his hand to rub the place. “It tickles,” he mumbled in a half-asleep state. It occurred to me only vaguely that this was the first time he was supposed to be home with Kaguya-san yet wasn't. He'd told her he'd be home… what would she think now?

 

I didn't care; I wanted to care, yet Inuyasha had clearly woken up by the way he started rubbing my thighs under the blanket we shared. I fought against it, but my face was all smiles and anticipation as he climbed on top of me, eager to show me a repeat of the night before. I felt that he was more than ready; he brought a middle finger between us and felt that I, too, was more than ready, so we didn't waste time with unnecessary preparations. This time, I didn't moan when he entered me, he still didn't say anything, as always. My hips snapped upwards as he tried a circular motion that had us both panting and gasping, but we were silent otherwise. I saw his entire soul in his eyes, he lay it open for me. Tears fell down my cheeks with every thrust, he said nothing. My eyes shut tight for a second, but I forcefully opened them again. I knew what I was willingly doing, yet I wanted to. I wanted to fall deeper in love with him, I wanted to know more of him, I wanted him to know more about me, so I tried to show my heart as well.

 

There was no repentance in the kisses I placed on his chest, there was only infinite love in the way I grasped his forearms. I couldn't have predicted this twisted love. If I'd have known all those years before that I was going to have to suffer so much, I wouldn't have done it. None of this, I would have done none of this.

 

Suddenly, the only thing I could think of as he made me climax was that I was killing him. This… this was killing him. I wanted to get away, yet the pleasure, the bliss… I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, he nipped and licked my neck. What was that? The feeling, like I was drowning in his essence, I didn't want to learn how to swim. It took more than a few kisses to bring me out of my fantasy, Inuyasha had become my mystery.

 

I didn't want to hear him say it, Kami-sama, I hated myself then but I heard it, “I love you.” His words, these three words splintered my heart, they broke right through my skull. I didn't want them to reach my brain, but they did, oh, they did. And I understood what he meant, I knew then that there was no going back. He loved me as much as I loved him.

 

“Do you trust me, too?” I asked, my voice ever so meek.

 

“With all my heart. You're not like the others,” he said, kissing my bottom lip with his eyes closed. Inuyasha trusted me. His eyes were always closed when we kissed, he wasn't cautious by any means.

 

You're not like the others.

 

Oh, Inuyasha, you have no idea. I'm worse than the others. I've… enslaved you. You're bound to me, to my will now, as I'm bound to you.

 

You're not like the others.

 

He joked, I knew that, yet it crushed my world, “Just don't break my heart.” He smiled, he chuckled, he did everything to show me he had faith that I wouldn't do that, but I knew I ultimately would. I would, I would, and it was so sad, so cruel. Why was fate so pitiless?

 

“Maybe you shouldn't trust me that much,” I replied jokingly, yet there was truth behind my words. I hoped, prayed he would think about it, but he didn't. He just smiled and smiled, his teeth perfect.

 

Onigumo-san called me a few days after, pretended he was one of my clients and I pretended, too. I was with Kaguya-san when he wanted to set a meeting.

 

“Hamada-san, how are you doing?”

 

“Fine,” he said, “splendid, Higurashi-san.” I smiled, I had to, Kaguya-san was right beside me, “then how can I help you?”

 

He cleared his voice, I suspected the noise could be heard in the room I was in, “I would like to buy something from you.”

 

“Certainly, Hamada-san, where should we meet?”

 

“Kabuki Restaurant, is it okay?”

 

I knew my part, I played it well, “I believe that is too crowded, Hamada-san, people might overhear. Could you please choose other spot?”

 

“Certainly,” I heard the smile in his voice, he was so proud, “is Murasaki okay?”

 

It was a rather desolate café, it was ideal, “Perfect. At two o'clock?”

 

“Certainly. Have a nice day, Higurashi-san.”

 

“You too, Hamada-san.” I hung up and noticed Kaguya-san eyeing me closely. She never did anything to indicate she was suspicious, but every once in a while I would catch her looking at me with a mixture of caution and curiosity.

 

“It was a client,” I explained with a smile and she smiled back.

 

“I didn't ask,” she said, looking at her lap and pressing a hand to her abdomen. I gulped, probably loudly, it hurt me to think of Kaguya-san pregnant with Inuyasha's baby. He wanted the baby, he was so excited about the idea, even if he didn't love the mother. I sometimes felt jealous and stupid about it.

 

“I know,” I told her, “I just wanted to tell you I won't be here at two o'clock. I hope I won't be caught with this man, he is quite odd.”

 

“Then why do you do business with him?”

 

I sighed, why indeed, “Because I make a lot of money from what he buys, he's one of my major clients.”

 

“Oh, yes, trade. This is the world of business I know almost nothing about.” I felt a pang of sadness in her voice, perhaps she had wanted to do business? “I wanted to be independent, yet my parents disagreed. I couldn't protest, but I didn't accept their conditions. I just got married, but that was all,” she explained. I couldn't help but admire this woman, how strong was she?

 

I wanted to change the subject, but maybe I picked a wrong one instead, “Have you noticed how thrilled Inuyasha-san is about his baby?” I looked at her belly and smiled, but her face turned ashen.

 

“I don't want to talk about it” was her curt answer.

 

Did she suspect anything? Panicking, I crouched in front of her and looked into her eyes, “Why? Did something happen?”

 

“I… I think Inuyasha has a lover,” she said between silent tears, her eyes never leaving her lap. My brain stopped right then, were we hurting Kaguya-san that much? She was my friend, my only friend, I'd never had another one… I didn't want to hurt her, it seemed that was the only thing I was good at.

 

“Do you love him, Kaguya-san?” I dreaded the answer, I'd always thought she didn't love him.

 

“I don't know. I… I think I do.” No. Curse my stupidity, my malice, I couldn't do it to a pregnant woman. To a traitor I could, I would, even if it would break my heart, even if it would shatter my hopes for living, but not to this pregnant woman that was my best friend, no. I refused to go on.

 

That day I told Onigumo-san the same. I told him I was going to stop working for him, I said I had almost told Kaguya-san the truth about him, and he could not trust me anymore. I begged him to kill me, to send me away, to lock me up, I offered to fall on my knees for him to accept, but he refused. He ordered me to keep doing this, or else they'd kill Kaguya-san. Inuyasha was hard to kill, but Kaguya-san was not, even with all the guards surrounding her at all times.

 

To my utter desolation, I had to continue hurting the only two people I'd ever cared about, it broke me slowly.

 

Inuyasha gave me some guards that would protect me, he told me they were his. That moment was imperative, because I begged him to keep them, I knew they were the best in what they did. He kept shaking his head, shaking my shoulders, he told me I was more important. In that moment I knew what he meant. More important than his wife, than his child, more important than his own life. I wanted to hate him for putting me above Kaguya-san and their baby, yet I could not. He said he was going to find other guards for himself, but how could I live with myself when I knew what great danger he was in?

 

The nights were more intense, I clung to him more, I squeezed his shoulders more, I pressed myself against him more. He didn't ask me why, perhaps he knew. I was afraid, afraid for him, for Kaguya-san, for me… for all of us together, I feared our fates. His mouth stifled my cries, his hands caressed away my tension, my worry, he was so precious. I didn't want to lose him, I didn't want to lose these moments when we would be one, when there would be nothing around us than his delicious thrusts and my moans.

 

There was more than pure lust between us, there was love, a wrong, twisted love that had no place in this world - we knew it, yes, but we couldn't escape its clutches, its grabbing tendrils. His pelvis slapped against my ass cheeks and I loved the feeling, I adored the sounds. He was filling me from the inside out, how could I deny him anything? I wanted to support my body with my hands, but he pushed me against the mattress and kept me there with his strong hand as I grabbed the pillow for support. I felt like screaming. I felt like crying, it was always too intense for both of us. His groans, my gasps, my whimpers, they all matched the colors of the wall perfectly. I let myself ravished by this amazing man; I didn't care that he was scratching my back, I didn't care when he leaned down and bit on my shoulder, drawing blood, I couldn't care less when his hand sneaked under my body to squeeze my breast forcefully, I even pulled myself up. It was sin, delicious, excruciating sin, but we both worshiped it. It was our crime and I knew we'd pay for it.

 

The phone rang and my heart stopped. Inuyasha reached for it, I could say nothing, he answered. I watched his eyebrows furrow, his lips purse. Then he gave me the receiver, said a man was asking for me.

 

My voice surely quivered, I willed it not to, yet, “Y-yes?”

 

“Higurashi-san,” his tone was wary, “how are you?”

 

“Hamada-san,” I intoned falsely, “I am fine. And you?”

 

“The same. I need something again, can we meet today?”

 

I glanced at Inuyasha, he was studying me, could he hear what we were saying? Smiling, I thought of a proper answer, “Sure, of course, Hamada-san. When and where?”

 

“Murasaki at four o'clock. Is that fine?”

 

“Murasaki, excellent,” I declared with a smile and an excited squeal, I was doing business after all. “What is it going to be this time? Something hard to get?”

 

“It's an entire list, Higurashi-san, I will show it to you. And yes, you might have quite some trouble, but I will pay double.”

 

“Pay double? That is very kind of you, yes, it sounds wonderful. I will see you there.”

 

I didn't want to sigh when I hung up so I didn't, but I couldn't miss Inuyasha's doubtful expression. “Murasaki? Isn't that place a bit… suspicious?” He frowned, I knew he didn't like it.

 

Bent on reassuring him, I climbed on his lap, kissed his chin, nibbled his neck, “We don't want to be caught, Inuyasha, you know what could happen.”

 

He sighed - I won this time, “I don't know why you insist on making such dangerous deals.”

 

“It's a lot of money, and it's a lot of fun.”

 

He grinned, I knew he had something in mind. “Did you say fun?” I giggled as he flipped me over in a sudden, smooth motion - I was hooked.

 

Onigumo-san was exceptionally quiet when we met, I wondered what was going on. Maybe he would tell me the time had come. Maybe he'd tell me to say goodbye to Inuyasha, to Kaguya-san. No, I didn't want that…

 

“Onigumo-san?”

 

“Higurashi-san,” again this name, it wasn't mine, but it was closer to home than my real name was, “It's been a while.”

 

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly, my heart was pounding so hard.

 

“Do you still think you can do this?” he asked me, what a stupid question. Was I not the one who'd begged him to let me get out of this mess?

 

“Do I have a choice?” I retorted bitterly.

 

“No,” he answered with a smile that made me squirm in my seat. Perhaps I was mistaken, but this was it. He was… telling me something through not telling me anything. The time had come. Inuyasha was to… die. The statement couldn't have hurt less even if I had been on a vacation on a tropical island.

 

“Then why do you ask?” I feared the reason. Kami-sama, let him not give me his reason, I prayed.

 

“For no reason.” But my heart only felt heavier then, because I knew. Inuyasha was waiting for me outside in the car - I had no way to warn him, Onigumo-san knew this. What if Inuyasha was dying right then, while I was drinking tea?

 

“Then… we will see each other again?” I asked, trying to rush the end of our meeting.

 

“Yes, of course.” He got up and pulled money from his wallet to pay for the tea we had.

 

“Goodbye,” I said nervously, goodbye, he said too.

 

I almost ran to the car, my mind was made up. I watched Inuyasha get out of the car, he looked around. I did so, too, and I was appalled to notice some people I knew prepared to shoot him. Ichihara Bankotsu was on the second floor of a building right in front of us, Kanada Musou was hiding behind a pillar, pretending to read a newspaper, though his eyes darted to us from time to time, Sango-san was watching from a distant car, they were all prepared to strike. I gulped, I couldn't breathe, why was it so?

 

Inuyasha hugged me, kissed my neck tenderly and blew on it, making me shiver. It would be the last time, I would never feel this again. A lone tear trickled to my chin, but I ignored it completely.

 

“Inuyasha, do you trust me?”

 

His eyes found mine, he looked surprised.

 

“Yes, I do, with all my heart,” he replied without hesitation.

 

I closed my eyes, my throat was sore, “You shouldn't.” I didn't give him enough time to reply, I just clutched his forearm and caught his gaze, “Go. Now!”

 

His eyes widened ridiculously for a fraction, but he jumped into the car, leaving me rubbing my arms behind it, watching him leave. Around me, Onigumo-san's men were desperate to catch up, though they could never do it, I knew. Gunshots could be heard all over the place and I distantly realized the fact that my chest hurt, it stung. My eyes trailed down to the bloody spot on my kimono, I was shot. In the heart, probably. I didn't regret anything in that moment, I was glad I'd saved Inuyasha. In what I knew were my last moments, I wished Inuyasha a happy life next to his wife, Kaguya-san. I wished he could forgive and forget me.

 

Yet I still opened my eyes after a while to see a white, boring ceiling and Kaguya-san's smiling face above me.

 

“You're awake!” she exclaimed, clasping her hands in excitement, was I in Hell? Was this a trick that showed me what I had lost?

 

“You were shot, but thank Kami-sama that it didn't touch the heart.” My eyes widened then - I knew I'd been lucky, but I didn't want to go back to her, to them as if nothing had happened. I'd betrayed them, I knew that, Inuyasha knew that. Kaguya-san didn't know it.

 

“I forgive you,” she said suddenly, watching me with smiling eyes, with grinning features.

 

“What?” my voice was raspy, unused, I couldn't get used to it.

 

“I know all about what you did, but I'm so grateful that you saved Inuyasha in the last moment.”

 

I couldn't believe this, was this woman for real? My eyes darted across the room. I hadn't noticed him, but Inuyasha was sitting in a chair. He had that hardened gaze he'd graced me with at the beginning, as if he was supposed to be cautious. And I guess, in a way he had every right to act that way.

 

“I d-don't understand.”

 

“I suspected your love affair for so long, Kagome-san. It was fine by me, as long as our child wouldn't suffer because of this, but I was surprised when Inuyasha came home cursing about the `betraying bitch.' I instantly knew he was talking about you, but I never would have guessed you were a spy. Yet my husband and I were both surprised that you warned him before the inevitable, I was so grateful. I don't know what my child would have done without a father.” She tenderly tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, “my servant found you on the street, lying in a pool of your own blood. Naturally, she took you to us right away. You took that shot for us, did you realize that, Kagome-san?” Her words were so gentle, so caring, I couldn't believe she was speaking the truth.

 

“I… I guessss,” ah, it stung! Inuyasha had yet to say anything, but I knew he wanted to.

 

“I'll leave you two alone,” Kaguya-san said, “keep in mind what I told you.”

 

I nodded, watched her leave and didn't know what to do next, what to say. How to pay for the harm that I'd done?

 

“Why?” His question was so simple, so predictable. Why, indeed.

 

“I was… young and… gullible,” I coughed, my chest still hurt, “I was an orphan and my parents had left me, betrayed me. I wanted all traitors to die… I'm… sorry,” and I really was, truly, from the bottom of my heart.

 

“Okay,” he said and leaned down to kiss my forehead, he was so gentle. Then he grasped my hand and waited for me to fall asleep again, he sat there, by my side.

 

He's increased our protection ever since and has never trusted people so openly. He has me now, he has Kaguya-san and their baby, little, precious Koichi, and Kaguya-san now has a lover herself. The man is courteous, pleasant, he is trustworthy. Inuyasha permitted their relationship so he could be able to keep me. It's not a normal life, these are not normal relationships, but it's our life and if it works for us, then no one can judge it.

 

Maybe I don't have to wait for another life, for another universe to live happily with Inuyasha, I trust our fate will always be entwined from now on.