InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ My Precious ❯ Chapter 19
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By: Kakashisgurly 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2012 | Updated On: 06.28.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2012 | Updated On: 06.28.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
My Precious
Chapter 19
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and company belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Kagome’s body hit the wood flooring with a loud thud that seemed to echo in the small studio. The dancers, somewhat superstitious by nature, stopped almost instantly and looked on with worried and helpless expressions. Drawn in by curiosity, they all began to crowd around her, some asking her if she was okay. Kagome could do nothing but slowly sit up and wince at the pain she felt in her wrists, while gingerly sticking out her foot in front of her.
The music stopped as well, suddenly followed by the quick footsteps of their instructor. “Move back,” Kouga barked, rushing to a crouch in front of the fallen dancer. “Are you alright?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip as she moved to sit as upright as possible, before hissing through her teeth at the sharp pains in her ankle. Water welled up in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to fight them back, and eventually spilled over her cheeks.
After dealing with years of dancers, Kouga took the leg in his hand and had her run through a few tests while the other dancers watched, seemingly fascinated. “It’s most likely sprained,” he told her. “Still, we best get you to a doct-”
“No, it’s okay. You guys need to practice,” she hoped she hadn’t sounded too suspicious in her protest.
He gave her a look with those piercingly blue eyes that told her she was being silly. “I can take you to-”
“No it’s fine, really. I’ll call someone to come get me.” Before he could even protest, she was making her way to her feet, quite adamant about doing it on her own, despite the fact that her eyes would not stop crying and her ankle hurt like Hell.
With a grunt, he easily scooped her up, carrying her over to one of the few chairs in the studio and setting her down. Had she not been in immense pain, she might have had the decency to blush at how easily and comfortably he did this. She did notice, however, how good it felt to have her arms around his neck, holding this strong man close to her.
“Kaori, go get Kagome’s stuff from the back rooms please?” The young woman nodded to Kouga, rushing off to the back to retrieve the yellow backpack.
Kagome bit her lip harder as he gently tried to guide her foot down so it would cause her less pain, though at this moment, she was fairly certain that the stabbing, hot pain in her foot could not be minimized by any efforts. Still, she appreciated the gentleness with which he treated her.
Kaori brought the bag to them, setting it down at Kagome’s side before retreating back into the group of murmuring dancers. Kagome let out a small thank you before shuffling through it to find the small metallic object inside. Flipping it open, she quickly scrolled through the contacts until she got to the one she wanted.
“You going to be okay?” Kouga asked, flicking a small tear from her cheek as it fell, trying to do it as casual as he possibly could without raising attention to the two.
“Mmhmm,” she nodded, dismissing the idea of calling her ‘Master’ quickly. “I’ll be fine, you get back to rehearsals.
Kouga gave her a small smile, patting her leg a couple times in an affectionate gesture as he rose and returned to barking out orders at the group on what they had done wrong and to get back into opening positions for a run-through without the music this time.
Since her friend was still possibly mad and didn’t really know about the dancing classes, Kagome was forced to rule out Sango as a possible ride home. This left her with two other choices, her cousin or her mother. Again, her mother hadn’t known about the classes yet and was also a likely source of information for Inuyasha, so she was disqualified. Pressing the green button, the phone rang for her final choice.
“Hello?”
“Hey it’s me,” she greeted, trying not to sound like she had just been balling her eyes out.
“Kagome what’s wrong?”
Apparently she was unsuccessful, if the panic in his voice had anything to do with it. “Nothing, can you come get me? I’m at First and Oak, at the dance studio.”
“Yeah, of course! Is everything okay? What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing,” Kagome dismissed, glancing over to Kouga. He had his eyes focused on her, and suddenly she felt a little uneasy. “I just sprained my ankle and I need someone to take me home...”
“Home? Wait you’re already back?”
“No, I’m still-” Kagome quickly stopped herself before saying anything about Inuyasha in front of Kouga. “I’ll see you in a bit, call me when you get here.” She quickly closed her phone to end the call, hissing again as she shifted in her seat to get more comfortable.
Kouga was by her side in a minute, still belting out instructions to the class. Finally he placed one of his strong hands on her shoulder, looking down at her softly. “Did you get a ride?” He swung a chair around in front of her, helping to prop her ankle up on it.
Gracing him with a slight smile, she nodded. “Yeah, my cousin is coming to get me.”
“Good,” he smiled at her, cupping her shoulder again as he turned to look out over the group that was still moving to the silent beat. “Ayame, keep up with the tempo!”
Kagome glanced at the beautiful red-head in her class, who had fallen a little behind. To be honest, she seemed a little distracted, though Kagome would be lying if she said that she cared. Her ankle was throbbing with the pain and she had never really gotten to know anyone in her class that well, including the red-head.
It took only a few minutes for Miroku to finally show up, though it seemed like a lot longer with how close Kouga kept to her. Kouga was a nice guy and just wanted to make sure she was okay. He would obviously do the same for anyone in the class. Still, she was quite relieved to see Miroku, in his black tee, jeans, and sunglasses, strutting into the studio like he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
Kagome rolled her eyes, waving her hand to drag his attention from all of the beautiful bodies dancing in front of him. It worked...well, it got him to come over at least.
“How are you doing?”
Kagome stared up at him, though he didn’t have a clue. He was too busy staring with an open mouth at all the girls, though his attention seemed to be focused on Ayame. “I think I’ll have to amputate my leg.”
“That’s good,” he nodded, removing his sunglasses and revealing that he was indeed staring at the red-head.
Kagome’s temper flared and she whacked him hard in the stomach, wincing at how the movement hurt her ankle even more. She apparently hit the right spot because the young man nearly fell over from having the wind knocked out of him. When he turned toward her with an innocent expression, she responded with the look that said ‘you know what you did’.
“Very good, take a five minute break.” Kouga walked the five-steps-worth of distance to Kagome, sizing up the male that was now clutching at the injured girl. “I’m Kouga, Kagome’s instructor.”
Miroku did his best to catch his breath while muttering out his own name in reply. “I’m here to take her...home?”
Kagome could have smacked her head at how suspiciously he had said the last word and decided it was best to leave now. She struggled to her feet before Kouga could come to her aid, biting back the need to cry out. “Yes, let’s go,” she bit out, clutching Miroku’s shoulder.
“She needs to be taken to a doctor. That ankle could be broken,” Kouga growled, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Your ankle is broken?!” Miroku suddenly seemed to take notice of the state of his cousin, looking her up and down worriedly, while wrapping an arm around her waist.
Kagome sighed, frustrated. “No! I just need to go home.”
A small sound escaped the teacher, something akin to a growl, before he gripped her shoulder. “If your ankle is broken, you need to get it taken care of right now!”
Kagome picked up her pack and slung it over her shoulder, sighing. “No, I think I will be okay, but maybe I will go check it out later. Let’s go, Miroku.”
Thankfully, Miroku decided to choose this as one of the rare moments in which he listened to his cousin and helped her hobble out of her class and to the aged car he’d parked outside. It was a process that took several minutes, though Kagome made it to the car in record time for being injured.
Once Miroku was certain Kagome was situated comfortable he rounded the car and climbed in on his side, chuckling. “Man Kagome, I don’t know how you manage to get yourself into these messes!”
The girl heaved a sigh, glaring at him darkly. “Oh shut up, Miroku. This is terrible! My life is just becoming one huge disaster!” She hissed again, adjusting the hurt leg so she might not jostle it too much during the ride.
“How so?” He asked, staring the car.
“Ugh!” She growled, throwing up her hands. “It’s everything! I don’t even know where to begin!”
His face suddenly turned serious, and he tugged down the collar of her shirt. “You can start by explaining this.”
Kagome tried to smack his hand away, though he kept his grip firm. Her face paled a little when she noted his stern expression. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she looked out the window to the students dancing in the building nearby. “Nothing,” she choked out, already feeling the same tightness in her chest and the contraction in her stomach that she had felt the night before.
“Bullshit! Is that bastard mistreating you? Because if he is I-”
“No!” Hearing her own protest surprised Kagome, who had suddenly felt guilty that the marks she inflicted upon herself might have even been linked with his claws. But then again, why not? Was he not, in a different way, abusing her?
Shaking the thoughts from her head, she replied, “No, this is... something else. It wasn’t Inuyasha.” He seemed to disagree with this idea, though the pleading look in Kagome’s eyes convinced him to drop the subject.
“Alright,” he sighed, gripping the wheel with both hands. “Where are we going?”
Kagome gave him a small smile, leaning over to press a kiss to his shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered.
His hand reached over and gave her hand a small squeeze. “Of course, Kagome. I promised your Dad I’d look after you, remember?”
The mention of her father brought back the lump in her throat, though she quickly swallowed it and forced a small chuckle. Sitting back up in her seat, she pointed out the directions to the mansion she had somehow managed to call a home today.
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“We will eventually reach this mythical room of yours in this palace right?”
Kagome couldn’t help but laugh at Miroku’s jest, still clinging to her cousin since they had gotten out of the car.
The ride to the mansion was light and rather uneventful, at least until they had reached the guardhouse. The fact that Kagome arrived with a man that had not been put on “The List”, caused quite a scene, though not quite as much of a scene as Kagome screaming profanities at him, swearing to make him lose his job if he didn’t open the gate. Apparently insecure about his job, the guard let her in.
Once they reached the house, several maids and such rushed out to greet them, stunning Miroku for a moment, before he composed himself and began to ask each of them back to his house for the night. Kagome huffed behind him, trying to gain his attention, though he was not to be deterred.
In fact, he’d just cornered a particularly attractive blonde against one of the decorative fences that lined the driveway. “Good afternoon,” he greeted with a kiss to the girl’s hand. “I must say you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met!”
The girl blushed, and gave a small squeak in reply, which only encouraged his behavior.
Since it appeared that she was not going to get any help out of the car any time soon, Kagome decided it would be better to make her own way to the door without her flirtatious cousin. So, struggling to stand she grabbed her pack from the back of the car and wobbled to stand. However, that somewhat failed when she slung her overly-stuffed backpack on and found herself falling backwards.
She didn’t get too far before she was caught and helped back up to an upright position. “Thank you!” Turning around, she was surprised to find Sango there, still keeping a hand to the middle of her back.
“You okay?” Her friend asked worriedly, looking down at her hurt, and currently swelling, ankle. “What did you do now?”
Before Kagome could answer, a small giggle from the blonde drew both of their attentions to the couple against the fencing. Kagome looked back to her friend, but she was already heading to the scene.
Miroku had no warning before he was yanked back by the collar of his shirt. Surprised, the poor man tripped on his own feet before landing in the gravel below. “Sango!” He yelped, looking up at the raging female above him.
“Leave the girl alone you letch!” She growled, putting her hands on her hips.
Miroku grinned at her. “But my dear Sango, I was simply making sure the girl was-”
“I know exactly what you were doing you pervert! Now get up and help your cousin to her room and no funny business,” she shoved a finger in his direction.
Kagome was a little intimidated, with her friend dressed in the black and pink armor she wore to her training sessions. Miroku must have agreed because he was quick to pop up, scoop Kagome into his arms, and carry her into the house without even another glance to the beautiful staff. Though he almost dropped her again when he saw the interior of the massive mansion, completely stunned by its extravagance.
Shaking him of it was a little difficult, but she eventually was able to get him upstairs and lead him to the room, which was where they had now found themselves. Pointing to the massive door on their right she said, “That’s it, right through there.”
“Oh dear,” he laughed, making his way over to the door and contemplating how to open it. Eventually he leaned Kagome close enough that she was able to force it open and allow them entrance to the pink room.
“You can just set me on the bed,” Kagome told him, trying to break him out of the state of reverie he’d been in since they’d entered.
Apparently he noticed this because he laughed, walking over to the massive bed and setting her down on the side of it. “Sorry, it’s just... wow. I don’t think anyone I’ve ever known has had a house this massive!”
She smiled, removing the dance shoes that she had on, hissing when she pulled the one off her right foot. “Fuck,” she tossed the shoe away, pulling her foot up to examine the ankle, as carefully as she could. “It’s not that bad.” She carefully tried to move it up, down, left and right as much as she could, finally confirming that it really was only a minor sprain.
“That’s good,” Miroku commented, climbing onto her bed and laying his head on the pillows, moving around on the expensive sheets to test out their comfort. “This bed is amazing!”
Kagome laughed, carefully moving to lay down next to him when he had finally gotten comfortable enough to lay still. She had to admit it was a very comfortable life in this house, though she did sorely miss waking up to the beautiful grounds of her family’s shrine.
Turning her head to look at him, she laughed when she found him to be pretending to sleep. Poking his cheek, she giggled when he smacked at her hand and kept it gripped in his own, lacing his fingers between her own and dropping them down between their bodies. They continued to stare at each other after that, making playful faces back and fourth until a knock came at the door.
“Hey Sango,” Kagome greeted with a smile, her stomach still clenching nervously at the thought that Sango might still be angry with her.
Sango returned the smile with one of her own, providing some sort of relief to Kagome. “Hey, how is your foot, do we need to send for a doctor?”
Kagome shook her head, sitting up on her elbows. “I just sprained it today while I was da--leaving school.”
If Sango noticed her slip, she didn’t show it. “Do I need to send for a doctor?”
“I don’t think so,” she lifted her leg a little, winced, then set it back down. “But maybe if you could find some ice that would be great... and maybe something I can wrap it up with?”
Sango nodded. “I’ll go get it.”
“Thanks,” Kagome smiled, laying back down once her friend had left the room. With a grin plastered on her face she looked up at the ceiling, content with the fact that her friend had forgiven her. Actually, content was an understatement. She was elated.
Miroku noticed, poking her arm to gain her attention. “Look at that, I told you it would all work out.”
Kagome stuck her tongue out at him teasingly. “Yeah, I’m happy,” she admitted, closing her eyes and giving out a small hum while moving closer.
Happily, she moved closer to him as he moved his arm to wrap around her shoulders and allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. The two had never had more feelings for the other than that of their familial status, but they also had no problem curling up together, or showing affectionate physical displays that were more likely to be found in close friendships than siblings.
Still, despite being identical to how Kagome had previously laid with Inuyasha, it felt completely different yet just as calming to her. When she laid with Inuyasha, she found her legs itching to intertwine with his own, and found that she preferred to keep her cheek close to his heart to hear its beating. She wanted that arm, which wrapped around her torso, to stroke her hip in both a loving and suggestive manner like he was so good at.
But did she really want him that much closer to her? No! She wanted Inuyasha to disappear from her life! She didn’t want to be having dreams about the man who tied her up and forced her to feel things that she had previously thought were unreal. She wanted to hate him, to think his touch as sickening as that demon’s had been.
But she couldn’t. And that fact scared her.
The same blonde maid from downstairs bustled in, carrying a few extra pillows as well as an icepack and an ankle-brace. Still blushing, she went straight to caring for Kagome’s injured foot with only a few instructions. Of course, already taken with the handsome man, she couldn’t help but steal several glances his way, which Miroku was eager to match.
Kagome found the whole this ridiculous, but was far too focused on making sure that her cousin didn’t distract the girl enough to further injure her ankle. Luckily, Miroku’s cell rang during all of this and he was forced to get up and answer it, which minimized distractions for the young maid with pretty green eyes and fair skin. Though she tried to prolong tending to Kagome’s ankle until the call ended, she was unsuccessful and was forced to leave before he hung up.
Kagome couldn’t help but roll her eyes, laying back down on the bed and tossing an arm over her eyes. Today was such an odd day.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon. Bye.” A small beep sounded from the phone as he hung up and made his way back over to the bed from the window where he had been overlooking the grounds of the place. “I need to pick up a shift in a few, do you need anything before I go?”
Kagome moved the arm so it rested across her stomach instead, and shook her head. “No, but thank you for all that you’ve done today. I really appreciate it, Miroku.”
He smiled, sitting on the side of the bed so he could lean over and press a kiss to her forehead. “No problem. If you need anything you call me okay?” When she agreed he said his goodbye and left, leaving Kagome alone in the room.
She laid there for a moment before deciding that she was way too uncomfortable with all her clothes on and removed the icepack before she struggled to stand. She yelped once before deciding that it was a terrible idea to get up and that she had no drive to get her across the room to her clothes at the moment. Not to mention that the maid, in her effort to prolong her stay in the room, had moved her bag to the other side of the room as well, so the extra clothes in there were also out of the question now.
She looked down at the leggings with disdain, realizing that she should have had the presence of mind to remove them before the girl had put the brace on her foot. With a grunt, she hoisted up her injured leg and set about undoing the simple velcro bindings of the brace.
Another knock sounded at her door before her friend walked in once again, holding a phone in her hand. “Hey,” Kagome greeted.
“Hey,” Sango nodded, leaning against the door. “I wanted to let you know that I called Inuyasha to let him know you were home with a bad ankle, but he was in a meeting. So, you have until he gets home to think of a good excuse of how this happened.”
Kagome’s face lit up, and she quickly went back to finish taking off the brace. “Thank you,” she murmured, setting the stiff fabric to the side before working her way out of the leggings.
“No problem. I’m going to run out and get you some crutches for tomorrow though, do you need anything else?”
Kagome looked up at her friend appreciatively, feeling quite happy to have her friend back in her good graces. Sango was the only reason she had to come home, and she was thankful for that. “No, but thank you.”
Sango’s smile widened. “No problem, be back in a few.”
Kagome gave her a small wave before the door was shut behind her and Kagome continued to remove her clothing. Suddenly, remembering her need of sleeping clothes, she smacked her forehead, wondering how she could have forgotten to at least ask Sango while she was in the room. I must just be losing it, she thought to herself, slipping the shirt over her head and tossing it to the side.
The girl managed to work herself up to a standing position so she could grab a pillow and shove it under the covers, working her way under soon after it as well, icepack back in it’s place. Glancing at the clock, she figured she would have about another couple of hours until Inuyasha would show up, so she could afford to take a small nap until then.
Plus, maybe if she was asleep he would leave her alone. Or maybe he would come join her...
NO! She wanted him to leave her alone and that was final!
Or did she...
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Kagome wasn’t quite sure if the tingles and shivers that were racing from her neck and down her spine were real, though she was quite sure that she didn’t want it to stop. Still groggy from sleep, she was in a state of complete bliss where she no longer had to concentrate on how she wanted to feel. And it felt good to surrender.
Her arms wrapped around that strong back, moving until she had his head cradled lovingly in her palms, her head stretched out to the side to bear her throat to the warm passionate caresses against it. As her fingers ran through the soft locks, she let out a slight moan that was so simple, she wondered if she had even done it in the first place.
In the back of her mind she could hear herself protest the fact that she was behaving so wantonly, but she didn’t care at this moment. Somewhere deep inside, she felt that this was where she wanted to be and that was all that mattered.
The moan that escaped her at the feeling of that pleasure on her skin being pierced by pain startled her into being awake and she was surprised to finder herself pinned under the strong body. Surprised and secretly thrilled.
“Inuyasha,” she gasped out, her blunt nails digging into his shoulder blades. She let out a soft cry again when he bit her neck harder once more before releasing the skin to lap at it with his soft tongue. Kagome’s heart pounded in her chest as warmth pooled in her abdomen, her entire body tingling in anticipation of what might follow.
She was panting by the time he stopped long enough to let out a soft growl in her ear. The sound, low and dangerous, sent a jolt of pleasure through her body and left her shivering in delight. How she loved that sound when it echoed through her body, promising her pleasure that she couldn’t even imagine.
He pulled away and Kagome had to struggle with opening her eyes. When she finally was able to focus on him in the waning light, she gasped, her heart freezing with terror. Purple streaks stained his cheeks, while a scarlet coloring had bled into his still golden eyes. Kagome’s mouth went dry when she looked up at him, trying to form words that she couldn’t quite seem to grasp.
Luckily, or rather unluckily, she didn’t have to struggle for very long. The sensuous growl that had just made her tremble in delight, was now a feral growl that caused a shiver of fear to course through her.
“Why is another man’s scent in your bed?”
The lump that suddenly lodged in her throat choked Kagome and she had to force it back down, realizing that this was looking increasingly bad by the passing seconds.
Chapter 19
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and company belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Kagome’s body hit the wood flooring with a loud thud that seemed to echo in the small studio. The dancers, somewhat superstitious by nature, stopped almost instantly and looked on with worried and helpless expressions. Drawn in by curiosity, they all began to crowd around her, some asking her if she was okay. Kagome could do nothing but slowly sit up and wince at the pain she felt in her wrists, while gingerly sticking out her foot in front of her.
The music stopped as well, suddenly followed by the quick footsteps of their instructor. “Move back,” Kouga barked, rushing to a crouch in front of the fallen dancer. “Are you alright?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip as she moved to sit as upright as possible, before hissing through her teeth at the sharp pains in her ankle. Water welled up in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to fight them back, and eventually spilled over her cheeks.
After dealing with years of dancers, Kouga took the leg in his hand and had her run through a few tests while the other dancers watched, seemingly fascinated. “It’s most likely sprained,” he told her. “Still, we best get you to a doct-”
“No, it’s okay. You guys need to practice,” she hoped she hadn’t sounded too suspicious in her protest.
He gave her a look with those piercingly blue eyes that told her she was being silly. “I can take you to-”
“No it’s fine, really. I’ll call someone to come get me.” Before he could even protest, she was making her way to her feet, quite adamant about doing it on her own, despite the fact that her eyes would not stop crying and her ankle hurt like Hell.
With a grunt, he easily scooped her up, carrying her over to one of the few chairs in the studio and setting her down. Had she not been in immense pain, she might have had the decency to blush at how easily and comfortably he did this. She did notice, however, how good it felt to have her arms around his neck, holding this strong man close to her.
“Kaori, go get Kagome’s stuff from the back rooms please?” The young woman nodded to Kouga, rushing off to the back to retrieve the yellow backpack.
Kagome bit her lip harder as he gently tried to guide her foot down so it would cause her less pain, though at this moment, she was fairly certain that the stabbing, hot pain in her foot could not be minimized by any efforts. Still, she appreciated the gentleness with which he treated her.
Kaori brought the bag to them, setting it down at Kagome’s side before retreating back into the group of murmuring dancers. Kagome let out a small thank you before shuffling through it to find the small metallic object inside. Flipping it open, she quickly scrolled through the contacts until she got to the one she wanted.
“You going to be okay?” Kouga asked, flicking a small tear from her cheek as it fell, trying to do it as casual as he possibly could without raising attention to the two.
“Mmhmm,” she nodded, dismissing the idea of calling her ‘Master’ quickly. “I’ll be fine, you get back to rehearsals.
Kouga gave her a small smile, patting her leg a couple times in an affectionate gesture as he rose and returned to barking out orders at the group on what they had done wrong and to get back into opening positions for a run-through without the music this time.
Since her friend was still possibly mad and didn’t really know about the dancing classes, Kagome was forced to rule out Sango as a possible ride home. This left her with two other choices, her cousin or her mother. Again, her mother hadn’t known about the classes yet and was also a likely source of information for Inuyasha, so she was disqualified. Pressing the green button, the phone rang for her final choice.
“Hello?”
“Hey it’s me,” she greeted, trying not to sound like she had just been balling her eyes out.
“Kagome what’s wrong?”
Apparently she was unsuccessful, if the panic in his voice had anything to do with it. “Nothing, can you come get me? I’m at First and Oak, at the dance studio.”
“Yeah, of course! Is everything okay? What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing,” Kagome dismissed, glancing over to Kouga. He had his eyes focused on her, and suddenly she felt a little uneasy. “I just sprained my ankle and I need someone to take me home...”
“Home? Wait you’re already back?”
“No, I’m still-” Kagome quickly stopped herself before saying anything about Inuyasha in front of Kouga. “I’ll see you in a bit, call me when you get here.” She quickly closed her phone to end the call, hissing again as she shifted in her seat to get more comfortable.
Kouga was by her side in a minute, still belting out instructions to the class. Finally he placed one of his strong hands on her shoulder, looking down at her softly. “Did you get a ride?” He swung a chair around in front of her, helping to prop her ankle up on it.
Gracing him with a slight smile, she nodded. “Yeah, my cousin is coming to get me.”
“Good,” he smiled at her, cupping her shoulder again as he turned to look out over the group that was still moving to the silent beat. “Ayame, keep up with the tempo!”
Kagome glanced at the beautiful red-head in her class, who had fallen a little behind. To be honest, she seemed a little distracted, though Kagome would be lying if she said that she cared. Her ankle was throbbing with the pain and she had never really gotten to know anyone in her class that well, including the red-head.
It took only a few minutes for Miroku to finally show up, though it seemed like a lot longer with how close Kouga kept to her. Kouga was a nice guy and just wanted to make sure she was okay. He would obviously do the same for anyone in the class. Still, she was quite relieved to see Miroku, in his black tee, jeans, and sunglasses, strutting into the studio like he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
Kagome rolled her eyes, waving her hand to drag his attention from all of the beautiful bodies dancing in front of him. It worked...well, it got him to come over at least.
“How are you doing?”
Kagome stared up at him, though he didn’t have a clue. He was too busy staring with an open mouth at all the girls, though his attention seemed to be focused on Ayame. “I think I’ll have to amputate my leg.”
“That’s good,” he nodded, removing his sunglasses and revealing that he was indeed staring at the red-head.
Kagome’s temper flared and she whacked him hard in the stomach, wincing at how the movement hurt her ankle even more. She apparently hit the right spot because the young man nearly fell over from having the wind knocked out of him. When he turned toward her with an innocent expression, she responded with the look that said ‘you know what you did’.
“Very good, take a five minute break.” Kouga walked the five-steps-worth of distance to Kagome, sizing up the male that was now clutching at the injured girl. “I’m Kouga, Kagome’s instructor.”
Miroku did his best to catch his breath while muttering out his own name in reply. “I’m here to take her...home?”
Kagome could have smacked her head at how suspiciously he had said the last word and decided it was best to leave now. She struggled to her feet before Kouga could come to her aid, biting back the need to cry out. “Yes, let’s go,” she bit out, clutching Miroku’s shoulder.
“She needs to be taken to a doctor. That ankle could be broken,” Kouga growled, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Your ankle is broken?!” Miroku suddenly seemed to take notice of the state of his cousin, looking her up and down worriedly, while wrapping an arm around her waist.
Kagome sighed, frustrated. “No! I just need to go home.”
A small sound escaped the teacher, something akin to a growl, before he gripped her shoulder. “If your ankle is broken, you need to get it taken care of right now!”
Kagome picked up her pack and slung it over her shoulder, sighing. “No, I think I will be okay, but maybe I will go check it out later. Let’s go, Miroku.”
Thankfully, Miroku decided to choose this as one of the rare moments in which he listened to his cousin and helped her hobble out of her class and to the aged car he’d parked outside. It was a process that took several minutes, though Kagome made it to the car in record time for being injured.
Once Miroku was certain Kagome was situated comfortable he rounded the car and climbed in on his side, chuckling. “Man Kagome, I don’t know how you manage to get yourself into these messes!”
The girl heaved a sigh, glaring at him darkly. “Oh shut up, Miroku. This is terrible! My life is just becoming one huge disaster!” She hissed again, adjusting the hurt leg so she might not jostle it too much during the ride.
“How so?” He asked, staring the car.
“Ugh!” She growled, throwing up her hands. “It’s everything! I don’t even know where to begin!”
His face suddenly turned serious, and he tugged down the collar of her shirt. “You can start by explaining this.”
Kagome tried to smack his hand away, though he kept his grip firm. Her face paled a little when she noted his stern expression. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she looked out the window to the students dancing in the building nearby. “Nothing,” she choked out, already feeling the same tightness in her chest and the contraction in her stomach that she had felt the night before.
“Bullshit! Is that bastard mistreating you? Because if he is I-”
“No!” Hearing her own protest surprised Kagome, who had suddenly felt guilty that the marks she inflicted upon herself might have even been linked with his claws. But then again, why not? Was he not, in a different way, abusing her?
Shaking the thoughts from her head, she replied, “No, this is... something else. It wasn’t Inuyasha.” He seemed to disagree with this idea, though the pleading look in Kagome’s eyes convinced him to drop the subject.
“Alright,” he sighed, gripping the wheel with both hands. “Where are we going?”
Kagome gave him a small smile, leaning over to press a kiss to his shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered.
His hand reached over and gave her hand a small squeeze. “Of course, Kagome. I promised your Dad I’d look after you, remember?”
The mention of her father brought back the lump in her throat, though she quickly swallowed it and forced a small chuckle. Sitting back up in her seat, she pointed out the directions to the mansion she had somehow managed to call a home today.
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“We will eventually reach this mythical room of yours in this palace right?”
Kagome couldn’t help but laugh at Miroku’s jest, still clinging to her cousin since they had gotten out of the car.
The ride to the mansion was light and rather uneventful, at least until they had reached the guardhouse. The fact that Kagome arrived with a man that had not been put on “The List”, caused quite a scene, though not quite as much of a scene as Kagome screaming profanities at him, swearing to make him lose his job if he didn’t open the gate. Apparently insecure about his job, the guard let her in.
Once they reached the house, several maids and such rushed out to greet them, stunning Miroku for a moment, before he composed himself and began to ask each of them back to his house for the night. Kagome huffed behind him, trying to gain his attention, though he was not to be deterred.
In fact, he’d just cornered a particularly attractive blonde against one of the decorative fences that lined the driveway. “Good afternoon,” he greeted with a kiss to the girl’s hand. “I must say you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met!”
The girl blushed, and gave a small squeak in reply, which only encouraged his behavior.
Since it appeared that she was not going to get any help out of the car any time soon, Kagome decided it would be better to make her own way to the door without her flirtatious cousin. So, struggling to stand she grabbed her pack from the back of the car and wobbled to stand. However, that somewhat failed when she slung her overly-stuffed backpack on and found herself falling backwards.
She didn’t get too far before she was caught and helped back up to an upright position. “Thank you!” Turning around, she was surprised to find Sango there, still keeping a hand to the middle of her back.
“You okay?” Her friend asked worriedly, looking down at her hurt, and currently swelling, ankle. “What did you do now?”
Before Kagome could answer, a small giggle from the blonde drew both of their attentions to the couple against the fencing. Kagome looked back to her friend, but she was already heading to the scene.
Miroku had no warning before he was yanked back by the collar of his shirt. Surprised, the poor man tripped on his own feet before landing in the gravel below. “Sango!” He yelped, looking up at the raging female above him.
“Leave the girl alone you letch!” She growled, putting her hands on her hips.
Miroku grinned at her. “But my dear Sango, I was simply making sure the girl was-”
“I know exactly what you were doing you pervert! Now get up and help your cousin to her room and no funny business,” she shoved a finger in his direction.
Kagome was a little intimidated, with her friend dressed in the black and pink armor she wore to her training sessions. Miroku must have agreed because he was quick to pop up, scoop Kagome into his arms, and carry her into the house without even another glance to the beautiful staff. Though he almost dropped her again when he saw the interior of the massive mansion, completely stunned by its extravagance.
Shaking him of it was a little difficult, but she eventually was able to get him upstairs and lead him to the room, which was where they had now found themselves. Pointing to the massive door on their right she said, “That’s it, right through there.”
“Oh dear,” he laughed, making his way over to the door and contemplating how to open it. Eventually he leaned Kagome close enough that she was able to force it open and allow them entrance to the pink room.
“You can just set me on the bed,” Kagome told him, trying to break him out of the state of reverie he’d been in since they’d entered.
Apparently he noticed this because he laughed, walking over to the massive bed and setting her down on the side of it. “Sorry, it’s just... wow. I don’t think anyone I’ve ever known has had a house this massive!”
She smiled, removing the dance shoes that she had on, hissing when she pulled the one off her right foot. “Fuck,” she tossed the shoe away, pulling her foot up to examine the ankle, as carefully as she could. “It’s not that bad.” She carefully tried to move it up, down, left and right as much as she could, finally confirming that it really was only a minor sprain.
“That’s good,” Miroku commented, climbing onto her bed and laying his head on the pillows, moving around on the expensive sheets to test out their comfort. “This bed is amazing!”
Kagome laughed, carefully moving to lay down next to him when he had finally gotten comfortable enough to lay still. She had to admit it was a very comfortable life in this house, though she did sorely miss waking up to the beautiful grounds of her family’s shrine.
Turning her head to look at him, she laughed when she found him to be pretending to sleep. Poking his cheek, she giggled when he smacked at her hand and kept it gripped in his own, lacing his fingers between her own and dropping them down between their bodies. They continued to stare at each other after that, making playful faces back and fourth until a knock came at the door.
“Hey Sango,” Kagome greeted with a smile, her stomach still clenching nervously at the thought that Sango might still be angry with her.
Sango returned the smile with one of her own, providing some sort of relief to Kagome. “Hey, how is your foot, do we need to send for a doctor?”
Kagome shook her head, sitting up on her elbows. “I just sprained it today while I was da--leaving school.”
If Sango noticed her slip, she didn’t show it. “Do I need to send for a doctor?”
“I don’t think so,” she lifted her leg a little, winced, then set it back down. “But maybe if you could find some ice that would be great... and maybe something I can wrap it up with?”
Sango nodded. “I’ll go get it.”
“Thanks,” Kagome smiled, laying back down once her friend had left the room. With a grin plastered on her face she looked up at the ceiling, content with the fact that her friend had forgiven her. Actually, content was an understatement. She was elated.
Miroku noticed, poking her arm to gain her attention. “Look at that, I told you it would all work out.”
Kagome stuck her tongue out at him teasingly. “Yeah, I’m happy,” she admitted, closing her eyes and giving out a small hum while moving closer.
Happily, she moved closer to him as he moved his arm to wrap around her shoulders and allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. The two had never had more feelings for the other than that of their familial status, but they also had no problem curling up together, or showing affectionate physical displays that were more likely to be found in close friendships than siblings.
Still, despite being identical to how Kagome had previously laid with Inuyasha, it felt completely different yet just as calming to her. When she laid with Inuyasha, she found her legs itching to intertwine with his own, and found that she preferred to keep her cheek close to his heart to hear its beating. She wanted that arm, which wrapped around her torso, to stroke her hip in both a loving and suggestive manner like he was so good at.
But did she really want him that much closer to her? No! She wanted Inuyasha to disappear from her life! She didn’t want to be having dreams about the man who tied her up and forced her to feel things that she had previously thought were unreal. She wanted to hate him, to think his touch as sickening as that demon’s had been.
But she couldn’t. And that fact scared her.
The same blonde maid from downstairs bustled in, carrying a few extra pillows as well as an icepack and an ankle-brace. Still blushing, she went straight to caring for Kagome’s injured foot with only a few instructions. Of course, already taken with the handsome man, she couldn’t help but steal several glances his way, which Miroku was eager to match.
Kagome found the whole this ridiculous, but was far too focused on making sure that her cousin didn’t distract the girl enough to further injure her ankle. Luckily, Miroku’s cell rang during all of this and he was forced to get up and answer it, which minimized distractions for the young maid with pretty green eyes and fair skin. Though she tried to prolong tending to Kagome’s ankle until the call ended, she was unsuccessful and was forced to leave before he hung up.
Kagome couldn’t help but roll her eyes, laying back down on the bed and tossing an arm over her eyes. Today was such an odd day.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon. Bye.” A small beep sounded from the phone as he hung up and made his way back over to the bed from the window where he had been overlooking the grounds of the place. “I need to pick up a shift in a few, do you need anything before I go?”
Kagome moved the arm so it rested across her stomach instead, and shook her head. “No, but thank you for all that you’ve done today. I really appreciate it, Miroku.”
He smiled, sitting on the side of the bed so he could lean over and press a kiss to her forehead. “No problem. If you need anything you call me okay?” When she agreed he said his goodbye and left, leaving Kagome alone in the room.
She laid there for a moment before deciding that she was way too uncomfortable with all her clothes on and removed the icepack before she struggled to stand. She yelped once before deciding that it was a terrible idea to get up and that she had no drive to get her across the room to her clothes at the moment. Not to mention that the maid, in her effort to prolong her stay in the room, had moved her bag to the other side of the room as well, so the extra clothes in there were also out of the question now.
She looked down at the leggings with disdain, realizing that she should have had the presence of mind to remove them before the girl had put the brace on her foot. With a grunt, she hoisted up her injured leg and set about undoing the simple velcro bindings of the brace.
Another knock sounded at her door before her friend walked in once again, holding a phone in her hand. “Hey,” Kagome greeted.
“Hey,” Sango nodded, leaning against the door. “I wanted to let you know that I called Inuyasha to let him know you were home with a bad ankle, but he was in a meeting. So, you have until he gets home to think of a good excuse of how this happened.”
Kagome’s face lit up, and she quickly went back to finish taking off the brace. “Thank you,” she murmured, setting the stiff fabric to the side before working her way out of the leggings.
“No problem. I’m going to run out and get you some crutches for tomorrow though, do you need anything else?”
Kagome looked up at her friend appreciatively, feeling quite happy to have her friend back in her good graces. Sango was the only reason she had to come home, and she was thankful for that. “No, but thank you.”
Sango’s smile widened. “No problem, be back in a few.”
Kagome gave her a small wave before the door was shut behind her and Kagome continued to remove her clothing. Suddenly, remembering her need of sleeping clothes, she smacked her forehead, wondering how she could have forgotten to at least ask Sango while she was in the room. I must just be losing it, she thought to herself, slipping the shirt over her head and tossing it to the side.
The girl managed to work herself up to a standing position so she could grab a pillow and shove it under the covers, working her way under soon after it as well, icepack back in it’s place. Glancing at the clock, she figured she would have about another couple of hours until Inuyasha would show up, so she could afford to take a small nap until then.
Plus, maybe if she was asleep he would leave her alone. Or maybe he would come join her...
NO! She wanted him to leave her alone and that was final!
Or did she...
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Kagome wasn’t quite sure if the tingles and shivers that were racing from her neck and down her spine were real, though she was quite sure that she didn’t want it to stop. Still groggy from sleep, she was in a state of complete bliss where she no longer had to concentrate on how she wanted to feel. And it felt good to surrender.
Her arms wrapped around that strong back, moving until she had his head cradled lovingly in her palms, her head stretched out to the side to bear her throat to the warm passionate caresses against it. As her fingers ran through the soft locks, she let out a slight moan that was so simple, she wondered if she had even done it in the first place.
In the back of her mind she could hear herself protest the fact that she was behaving so wantonly, but she didn’t care at this moment. Somewhere deep inside, she felt that this was where she wanted to be and that was all that mattered.
The moan that escaped her at the feeling of that pleasure on her skin being pierced by pain startled her into being awake and she was surprised to finder herself pinned under the strong body. Surprised and secretly thrilled.
“Inuyasha,” she gasped out, her blunt nails digging into his shoulder blades. She let out a soft cry again when he bit her neck harder once more before releasing the skin to lap at it with his soft tongue. Kagome’s heart pounded in her chest as warmth pooled in her abdomen, her entire body tingling in anticipation of what might follow.
She was panting by the time he stopped long enough to let out a soft growl in her ear. The sound, low and dangerous, sent a jolt of pleasure through her body and left her shivering in delight. How she loved that sound when it echoed through her body, promising her pleasure that she couldn’t even imagine.
He pulled away and Kagome had to struggle with opening her eyes. When she finally was able to focus on him in the waning light, she gasped, her heart freezing with terror. Purple streaks stained his cheeks, while a scarlet coloring had bled into his still golden eyes. Kagome’s mouth went dry when she looked up at him, trying to form words that she couldn’t quite seem to grasp.
Luckily, or rather unluckily, she didn’t have to struggle for very long. The sensuous growl that had just made her tremble in delight, was now a feral growl that caused a shiver of fear to course through her.
“Why is another man’s scent in your bed?”
The lump that suddenly lodged in her throat choked Kagome and she had to force it back down, realizing that this was looking increasingly bad by the passing seconds.