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Spoilers beneath the cut
Bad Blood
“Ah fuck, you two are banging again, aren’t you?”
Inuyasha was about to kill his only other friend in the world. He needed to remind himself how stupid his friend was–and–
“Oof,” Miroku groaned, as he smacked himself into Kagome’s barrier. Ha. Inuyasha almost hoped Miroku broke his nose. “Whyyyyy—”
“Because you annoy me,” Kagome said, sipping her tea as she read the paper on Inuyasha’s bed in his long tee-shirt.
Devil Devil
(Disclaimer: This is like 3 chapters ahead from my last post--sorry--I'll try to beta and read this week)
Brushing my teeth with the extra toiletries the hotel provided helped with the lingering headache and stomachache. We had gotten at least twelve hours of sleep from when we checked into the hotel room and laid down, minus the quick spat from my friend who was still convinced I had a death wish. The sleep had definitely helped my body and hopefully some food would be the final nail in the chiffon to whatever else seemed to be aching.
"You sure about this?" Inuyasha asked from the door as I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed my mouth out with water.
"What do you mean?" I asked as I turned towards him, wiping my mouth off the bubbly white lining.
"You goin' with. I can handle the two that are after your other friends."
"While I'm sure you can, I want to be there and while I know you're nervous since I'm kinda beat up, we both know you're better with me nearer than away." Inuyasha didn’t deny nor confirm my haughty statement, which meant I was right.
“I don’t like it.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I hate all of this if anyone is asking for my opinion,” Shippo added.
“No one did,” Inuyasha growled.
I sighed. My head hurt. They were riding my last nerve. And I really just wanted a nap.
Head Above Water
The wedding went off without a hitch. Kikyo almost seemed happy to marry the stoic bastard, and Sesshomaru almost seemed relieved he was taking the figurative arrow in the chest. But ultimately, it didn’t matter; what did matter was how beautiful Kagome looked in his eyes… Sango had really done her job. She was wearing an aquamarine dress, one that made her eyes sparkle, and make-up that didn't hide her natural beauty, nor made her look like she belonged totally.
Kagome was born to stand out– she was a fucking mermaid!
After the wedding, his father and mother blocked him from making any advances like he wanted to and Kagome was whisked away. While it pissed Inuyasha off to no end, he imagined it was to protect her from Kikyo’s family wrath.
Kikyo and Sesshomaru immediately went to forge the bond (something the humans were uncomfortable with knowing) but moved the great hall for the food and to await to marking celebration. Inuyasha, however, had other ideas.
Dog Demon War
Kagome found it odd being home. She wanted so badly to try and use the well–try to desperately get back to her Inuyasha–her friends–her family–
But there was a tremendous fear of even trying to time travel after that experience.
Her friends have been killed.
Her friends died before her very eyes.
She had died.
Their child had been killed within her womb.
Her hands trembled as she brought them to cover her face, trying to block out all the memories of the alternate timeline, trying to escape into the peacefulness of the wind blowing gently as she sat on the stone bench beneath the sacred tree. The smell of green tea enter her nose and startled her, making her whip her head up and see the violet eyes of her future daughter.
“Here you go, Mama,” Izayoi said sweetly, handing her the cup before sitting down next to her.
The gentle draping of a blanket over her shoulders made her almost jump until Izayoi rested her hand on her shoulder. Two golden orbs appeared in front of her, blinking, making her giggle from the curiosity.
“Moroha, hi,” Kagome greeted.
Shelter
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How was Naraku alive? How was he in their hut? How was that damn puppet surrounding them with his vines?
His evil laugh was menacing and shook him through his human body. Inuyasha had only one thing on his mind, even though his mind screamed to run and get away: protect Kagome.
Love Again
“So aside from animal cruelty, why don’t you eat meat?” Inuyasha asked as he bit into his hamburger.
“Personal choice, I guess. I never loved it–not really. Then I guess when I was out on my own I just made the decision to cut it out. If I was cooking for me or ordering for me, why did I have to have something I didn’t need or really want?”
“So, you can make decisions then.”
“Look here,” Kagome scoffed, narrowing her eyes to see the smirk in Inuyasha’s, glowing and making her heart do backflips and nearly come up her throat.
It sucked that she was…stuck. In her current predicament. Her shoulder hurt. She was constantly on too strong pain-killers. But she was pretty sure one good rub of the fabric between her legs would make her orgasm. Kagome wanted Inuyasha.
It had been a long time. A long time. She hadn’t lied or exaggerated about that. But she was just tired of dating–tired of screwing random people–an itch was better satisfied using a vibrator or her fingers than a stranger who clearly had no idea how to use his fingers.
But Inuyasha was too–protective. Genuine. Kind. Kagome was still pretty certain he was in denial and wanted to wait for things to evolve more after her shoulder was healed. But that didn’t kill her lady-boner.
Holding out for a Hero
They didn’t emerge from their room for a couple of days. Sango had taken to making sure they were getting meals, knocking the door and calling to them before disappearing. Kagome could only surmise that it was instinct pulling to bond over and over. She blushed, thinking it didn’t help how amazing it felt for him to make her release over and over, as well. She heard a chuckle, the slight exhale causing her ear to flicker (something she was still getting used to day in and day out), and turned her head to see him smiling down at her. He kissed her shoulder and heart fluttered in response.
They were married.
They were officially bonded.
“We probably need to show our faces, lord husband,” she purred (literally) and blushed at the sound coming from her chest. Again, she still wasn’t quite used to the changes within and around her body.
Inuyasha chuckled again and nuzzled his face against her back, “They woulda came knockin’ if things were fallin’ apart.”
“Inuyasha—”
“This is our room. This is our space. What if it’s different out there?”
His vulnerability surprised her. Turning in his arms so that she was cradled by him instead of being spooned, she brought her hands to his face and carefully traced his cheekbones in comfort before going straight to his ears. “Nothing is different here than out there. I am wedded to you–body and soul. Let us show them–show everyone how I have dedicated myself to you. Also, I think we need to let others know that we will not be taking over this region, do you not agree?”
willow
(disclaimer--again, like 3 chapters ahead from my last post--another one I'm slowly getting through)
Kagome sighed and pouted a bit and he realized he was being a jackass. “Sorry, ‘Gome. I—I guess I just feel bad that you’re stuck there and you’re stressed out. It wasn’t supposed to be like this when you came. I–I let you down.”
“How did you do that?? You didn’t create the pandemic or this virus. This is just a tough spot,” Kagome tried to soothe. “I’m just being a baby and sensitive.”
“Keh. You have every right to be when you’re there with Emily.”
“Inuyasha, be nice. You know that she isn’t my main stressor. It’s been alright–just you know–a little weird since you’ve been gone for so long.”
“She still being fair?” Inuyasha asked, ears perked up and ready to jump through the screen if he had to in order to protect Kagome. Emily wasn’t mean or ill-spirited but he also wasn’t sure exactly what to expect from her either with him gone.
“Of course. She is still very grateful for the room and board.”
“Any word on her moving out?”
“No. None. But uh–about that–”
“What,” Inuyasha growled in annoyance.
Kagome scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I haven’t really pushed the idea on her just with everything going on.”
“Amazon packages still arriving?” Inuyasha questioned flatly and Kagome pursed her lips and nodded in response along with naming a couple of other different ones that had made their way to their doormat. “Yeah, she does that.”
“I just, uhm–I don’t know if it’s my place to say anything about it?”
“I guess if we want her out–”
“It’s fine for now!” Kagome cut him off, frantically, a forced smile on her face and turned away from the monitor. “Hey Em! Dinner??”
Kagome, still protecting people who didn’t deserve it. Typical. At least she was acting like her normal self. “Whatever. We don’t gotta talk about that. But go ahead and get food, I need to get myself something too.”
“Oh! By the way, did Miroku text you?” Kagome asked, turning back to him.
Inuyasha raised his eyebrow and looked down at his phone and realied that yes, the idiot had messaged him and he’d just ignored it. Talking to Kagome and playing Candy Crush just happened to be more important. He opened the text and it said ‘Game night?’ “I guess he means a virtual game night?”
“Yeah, Sango got an app for school to help everyone relax a little bit to get up and stretch so she has tons of online games we can play together.”
“Sure, why not. Not like you can throw the coffee-table when you get mad for losing and this time, you can’t accuse no one of cheatin;.”
“Don’t act like you know me,” Kagome said, sticking her tongue out. That’s the Kagome he knew.
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Day 10
thanks everyone! hope you all know how much i appreciate everyone's support over the past couple of months with everything going on my with mom! i hope this also keeps your hope alive that i have not stopped writing nor do i plan to! just slowly chippin away!
tyler blinks once. twice. he stills as he tries to focus his mind. his spine is frozen, holding his aching shoulders and neck in an uncomfortable position as they support his heavy head. his arms are glued to his desk, his fingers to his mouse and keyboard. his legs are numb from the way they've been resting on his cold floor for so long.
he doesn't move. he can't.
all he can do is watch. through starstruck blue eyes, at his screen. at the man on his screen. at the man on his screen who's wearing an oversized green sweater so large the sleeves cover his hands. tyler watches the man on his screen who waves around his sweater paws to accentuate every word that leaves his mouth. at the man who decided not to wear his headband that day and has hair falling in front of his face every time he shakes his head. tyler stares at the man who looks oh so soft as he rambles on about something tyler has completely lost track of.
he stares and he watches and his mouth goes dry and his chest starts to hurt and tyler can't decide on the cause of it.
he can't breathe. his body screams at him for relief but he just can't. his heart squeezes his lungs until every bit of oxygen has been expelled from them. his heart pushes against his ribs, expanding and expanding until it's almost too much. his brain mixes up it's signals and sends the wrong ones to wrong places, triggering tyler's fight or flight mode due to lack of oxygen.
he stares at David on his screen in front of him and he can't breathe. he stares at David and his body freezes up, unable to whisper out a single word. he sees David and he thinks, 'I've never known what it was like to be taken breathless by someone until I met you.' and tyler knows. oh, he knows, he's fucked.
