InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Trial and Error ❯ Jealous Husband ( Chapter 8 )

A/N: Ok, this is super short. I know I've been slacking hardcore. To be perfectly honest, I haven't been as well as I thought I was. I'm still a bit depressed, and I have a hard time really finding interest in much of anything. I can't stand it. It seems I can't even read a book without my mind wandering somewhere away from what I'm reading. When I'm busy with the kids it is managable, but when I've got down time my mind seems to wander to places that I don't want to visit.

Hopefully this chapter is alright. It's the best I could do at the moment in the mindset I'm in.

Formatting is still being wonky for me, so I'm going to start separating my sections with Roman numerals instead of lines and such. They are totally meaningless, so just ignore them.

-MD

-I-

"He sounds like a jealous husband." Jakotsu took a drag off of his cigarette and then waved his hand around dramatically. "Jealous husband."

Kagome leaned onto the table and put her head in her hands. When she asked Jakotsu out for lunch and a day shopping she didn't expect things to turn to Inuyasha. She slipped that he was being a jerk at breakfast, and Jakotsu went on defensive mode, calling all men trash.

"If he is so damn protective, he should just bite the bullet and marry you." He smashed the cigarette in the ash tray. "You know, you should come with me to Bank's for dinner tonight. Get your mind off of that douche bag."

"I should," Kagome mumbled, "but who will make Inuyasha dinner?"

Jakotsu raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Inuyasha, of course. He's not a baby, you know."

Inuyasha had been acting so strange lately she wasn't sure if she wanted to go out again. She totally understood that his breakup with Kikyo had hit him hard in a way, and he had slept in her bed nearly every night since. She just didn't want him to become completely dependent on her like he was in college. Well, not completely. He just liked that she could cook, she didn't screw up his laundry like he did, and she was darn good company. He didn't fail to remind her of that fact on a regular basis.

"I think I want to spend the evening with Inuyasha, Jak," she replied, quite honestly. After all of the dates she had been on, she and Inuyasha hadn't really spent much time together other than at dinner. She hadn't even gone to band practice in a few days. "We can do dinner tomorrow or something."

"Honey, how is he going to act when you get married?" He put on his 'matter of fact' face and cocked his head a bit. "With you dating, you are sure to meet Mr. Right somewhere along the line. You are going to get married and have kids. Where does Inuyasha fit into all of that?"

She hadn't really thought about it. If she did find her Mr. Right, and they had the kids she wanted, then where did Inuyasha fit in? The crazy 'uncle' that lived in the basement? Yeah. Her husband would be thrilled to have her college roomie living in their basement because he had separation anxiety. That wouldn't really work if they had an apartment. No matter how she ran the scenario through her mind, all things pointed to Inuyasha not being around. "He doesn't," she said, softly.

"Exactly." Jakotsu leaned back in his chair, his attention moving from Kagome to the people passing on the sidewalk next to the cafe where they were dining. "I'll excuse you tonight, but you are coming over tomorrow, missy." He raised an eyebrow and gave her a look that said 'or I will drag you kicking and screaming'.

"Tomorrow," she agreed.

"Ok, but before then we have to go shopping. I saw an adorable dress in Dior yesterday that I think...."

-II-

Six hours later Kagome entered the apartment, arms full of shopping bags.

"Max out your cards?" Inuyasha asked, from the couch.

Kagome shook her head and walked over to him, dropping the bags next to him. "Jak decided to spoil me. He said it's been a long time since he's had a girlfriend to spoil."

Inuyasha's face turned red. "You haven't known him for a week and you are already calling him your boyfriend!"

"No, no, no!" Kagome clarified, with a laugh. "Jak is gay, so he'd technically be like a girlfriend. Kinda like Sango."

He seemed to calm down, but his face still held that unnatural red color. "Well, what all did he get you?"

"Just a few things." She filtered through the bags and began to pull out different items; a few dresses, a pair of shoes to match one of the dresses, and a sweater set. "He insisted that I join him and Bank for dinner tomorrow night, so he got me a dress." She held up a little black cocktail dress, then showed him the matching strappy sandals. "Apparently Bank likes his dinners to be black tie affairs."

Inuyasha looked at the dress and gave a nod of approval. "What's the red one for?"

"Whenever I feel like dressing up." She held it up to her. "What'cha think?"

He raised an eyebrow. "A little sexy, don't you think?"

"That's the point, silly!" She carefully folded the dresses back up and returned them to the bags. "We still on for move night?"

"Movie is already in the DVD player," he replied, still looking a bit angry.

After putting away her clothes, Kagome came back out into the living room to find Inuyasha on the couch, bowl of popcorn ready. "I just wonder," she said, sitting next to him. "I wonder what is wrong with me."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't find a decent boyfriend. What the hell is wrong with me?" She ran a hand through her hair. "I have tons of male friends, most of them are idiots and not date worthy. What is wrong with me?"

He laughed. "Thanks, now I know how you feel about me," he said sarcastically.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," she shot back. "There is obviously something wrong with me."

He grabbed her hand. "There isn't a damn thing wrong with you. I, of all people, should know that. I see you first thing in the morning when you still have dragon breath."

"You know just what to say to charm a girl."

"Well, it's the truth," he said. "You have a steady job, you have a sensible taste in fashion that isn't overly conservative or overly sexy, you cook like my mom, and you have a good sense of humor. What else would a man want in a girl?"

"Someone who is hot with big boobs?" She gestured down to her own chest.

He snorted. "You wear a B cup. That is enough for most men."

"How the hell do you know what size bra I wear?"

"I've done your laundry. The care instructions just happen to be on the tag." He raised an eyebrow, his own way of saying 'challenge that'.

"You read care instructions?"

"Just because I haven't mastered the proper use of bleach doesn't mean I don't at least see how I'm supposed to care for the damn clothing."

"Let's just watch the movie." She resolved that she would be calling Bank first thing in the morning. If she had all of those qualities Inuyasha talked about, she didn't think she would have a problem. If only the rest of the world could start seeing some of these things.