InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ Resignation ( Chapter 5 )

Untouchable

By: Enchanted Angel

Chapter 5: Resignation

I watched him start to head out the door.

 

“Don't do anything stupid again.” He said quietly before leaving my room.

 

I dropped the dagger to the floor and buried my head in my hands. It hit the floor with an echoing clang.

 

`Why did he save me?' I thought as I tried to calm myself down.

 

His sacrifice… his swallowed pride…his youkai blood…

 

All for me?

 

Why?

 

Why did he save me…twice?

 

I glared angrily at the floor, hoping the answer would all of the sudden become clear to me. But all I saw was marble.

 

I filled the bathtub with hot water and put my bloodied robe and the towels into the water, hoping to help the stains fade. Then I stepped into the shower and began to wash away all the blood and tears.

 

I stood underneath the steaming hot water and leaned against the wall with my eyes closed—consumed in thought.

 

`Why?' That single word reverberated in my mind over and over again.

 

I thought of his usually expressionless amber eyes, and then of the sadness I saw in them earlier—like he was pleading me to believe him; to understand his cause.

 

The rage I felt for him melted away instantly at the sight of those sad amber eyes. I was in his debt.

 

I stared at the floor and watched the water turn a red tinge as the blood slowly washed off of my body.

 

When all the blood was washed off, I got out and slipped on a new robe. I grabbed the last clean towel from the rack and began to dry my hair. Slowly, I stepped toward the mirror.

 

My usually vibrant blue eyes were dull and undermined by large black circles around them. My skin was almost transparent from the loss of blood and my cheeks were sunken in. The small blue blood vessels beneath the skin were clearly visible in my arms. I looked at my teeth—still white but with sharper canines. My ears were slightly pointed at the top as well—traits of a hanyou. I looked at my hands; the usually feminine nails were replaced by sharp claws. I also had two red marks on my wrists identical to those of Sesshoumaru, but no stripes on my cheeks.

 

I glanced at the digital clock on the counter; it read 5:21 AM.

 

`I still have work tomorrow morning…' I thought tiredly.

 

I stepped out of the bathroom and crawled wearily into bed. I glanced over on the nightstand and noticed a large pitcher of water and a small scribbled note signed by Sesshoumaru. It read:

 

Drink more water—you need it. Don't worry about going to work tomorrow; I will call in sick for you tomorrow morning.

 

-Sesshoumaru

 

I glared at the paper angrily for a couple seconds before chiding myself silently.

 

`He did save me twice after all…'

 

Before allowing myself to fall asleep, I drank four large glasses of water in order to re-hydrate my body from the massive blood loss earlier. Then I snuggled into the down comforters and fell into an uneasy sleep.

 

~ Sesshoumaru ~

 

I walked quietly to my room and closed the door behind me.

 

`Why am I such a nice person?' I thought irritably. `Evidentially, the first time I saved her wasn't enough—but I did it again!'

 

I sighed with frustration and sat down on my bed with a large thump.

 

I knew as much as I wouldn't admit it out loud…I cared for the girl.

 

I chuckled dryly for my idiotic feelings for my half-brother's ex-girlfriend. I growled low in my throat and sighed, half from frustration and half in resignation.

 

`I hate myself for these feelings…but as long as I was admitting it to myself, I might as well continue being a stupid sap…' I glared at the wall before proceeding to grab a pen and scribble a messy note onto a pad of paper on my nightstand.

 

I pushed a button on the phone that paged James, who answered through the intercom on the phone speaker.

 

“Yes sir?”

 

“Would you mind putting a pitcher of water in Kagome's room?”

 

“Of course sir. Anything else?”

 

“I have a note, be sure to put it by the water James.”

”Very good sir, I will be there momentarily.”

 

A knock sounded at my door a couple seconds later. I opened the door and gave James the note before thanking him and wishing him a good night. The moment I closed the door I cursed myself inwardly for my kindness to her when she didn't deserve it.

 

I growled again as I thought of my foolishness.

 

`No more.' I thought. `No more…'

 

Then I turned the lights off and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand.

 

It read 5:02 AM.

 

I sighed and thought about getting up in an hour. My tail flicked the light switch back on and I stepped wearily towards the bathroom to take a long relaxing bath. I began to fill up the black marble Jacuzzi with hot bubbling water. I frowned at the water and grabbed a bottle on the ledge and proceeded to squirt a generous amount of scented bath milk into the water. The air filled with the pleasant scent of vanilla intertwined with raspberries. I sniffed the air daintily and nodded. This scent was my secret pleasure.

 

I dropped my bathrobe to the floor and lowered myself into the milky water, hissing as the hot water singed my skin. I finally got myself into the water and leaned against the warming marble, sighing as every muscle in my body relaxed to the coaxing warm water. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to go pleasantly numb with pleasure.

 

I frowned when the haunting image of her sitting in a pool of her own blood next to her bathtub floated through my mind.

 

`Did it really bother her that much?' I thought watching the small bubbles swirl along in the milky water. `Does her virginity really matter that much to her?'

 

I secretly admired the girl for her resolve to stay pure for her husband.

 

My mind drifted to memories of my last girlfriend—a wretched whore. I frowned as the unpleasant flashbacks played through my mind.

 

I could remember her scent—the expensive Gucci perfume always mingled with the scent of cigarettes; the way her sensual voice purred through the phone speaker. All of these little things about her got me lusting after her every night. Ayame—such a pretty name for an ugly person.

 

I still remembered the night when my perfect world shattered to a million pieces—the night she cheated on me…and also the night I planned on proposing to her. But after dating her for five long years, I could immediately tell something was wrong the moment she walked through the door. She wasn't a stupid girl; she knew I would be able to smell him on her. So what did she do? She sprayed extra perfume on to mask his scent—and that's what made me suspicious.

 

But…

 

I loved her. So I ignored my suspicion. The thought of her doing something else with anyone was not like her. I was foolish and young. She told me she loved me; and I believed her. Not only did I believe her—I loved her back—with every fiber of my being.

 

That night I proposed to her; she said yes.

 

Later that night, we went to bed…

 

And that was when I heard her say someone else's name.

 

I still remember how it felt when my heart broke.

 

I frowned and shook my head as the memories surged through my mind; playing like an old movie without sound. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall.

 

It read 6:06 AM.

 

I cursed while grudgingly getting out of the tub. I hastily dried myself off and put on a robe while grabbing my charging Motorola Razr from my nightstand. I then proceeded to dial Kagome's work to call in sick for her.

 

I asked to talk to her superior and was transferred to a man by the name of Miroku. I could immediately hear a female voice in the background the second he picked up, but it abruptly halted (as if he pressed pause)...but she was certainly not screaming with pain.

 

I frowned slightly into the receiver.

 

The phone fumbled a bit and a throat was cleared.

 

“Hello, this is Miroku.” His voice floated through the speaker.

 

“Yes, this is Sesshoumaru calling in for Kagome, she is currently not feeling well and will not be able to come into work today.” I said crisply.

 

“Wait—what? Is there a reason? I need her to reformat the newly installed programs today.” He said worriedly.

 

“I said she can't come in.” I said firmly, my patience starting to thin out.

 

“Who is speaking again?” Miroku asked, clearly getting irritated.

 

“Sesshoumaru, owner of Taisho Corps.” I said sharply. “My company owns Kazana Corps. You will not use that tone of voice with me again.”

 

“Uh yes—yes sir. Oh this is…Miroku. Ok very well, no questions asked. Kagome is sick today.”

 

I could hear the sound of a pen scribbling on a notepad.

 

“Good.” I said before hanging up the phone.

 

I sighed and walked to my closet. I pushed a button immediately upon entering and was presented with a pressed black suit, a light pink Egyptian cotton button up complete with matching cufflinks, a silk silver tie, and polished black shoes. All of this placed upon one of the four rotating mannequins inside my closet.

 

I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the pink and pushed the button again.

 

This time, the mannequin was dressed in a black suit, a lime green button up, a white silk tie, and black shoes. I grinned and began to change into my randomly picked—but matched—outfit.

 

After I left the confines of my room, I was about to head down the stairs, but stopped instinctively at Kagome's door. Looking around to make sure no one was there, I quietly opened her door and peeked into her room.

 

She was lying on her bed in a deep sleep with a troubled look on her face; her face pale, and her body exhausted.

 

I sighed and closed the door once more before heading downstairs to grab my morning cup of coffee.

 

A/N: hey guys! I'm so sorry that took so long and I'm sorry that this chapter is so short! But it will have to do. Please don't push me guys. It's taken me a while to get back into my plot after Spain! It was amazing! Please review!