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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      InuYasha_-_A_Feudal_Fairy_Tale
  Relationship:
      Higurashi_Kagome/InuYasha
  Character:
      InuYasha_(InuYasha), Higurashi_Kagome, Sango_(InuYasha), Miroku_
      (InuYasha)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-13 Words: 5210
****** Joy ******
by TheMondayChild
Summary
     He watched her grow, and he waited.
Note: I wrote this one last year, sometime around when I was writing The
Monster, and I just kind of forgot about it. I decided to post it now because
I'm happy. I just got accepted as a transfer student to the private university
my family loves. I'll be moving out to Ohio next fall, which will suck, but
hey, it's only gonna be for like two years. Then I can come back to
civilization and get my Master's at a UC school and never go near snow or rain
or the Midwest again. I've just gotta say, going out of California and into any
other state is like going to another freaking country. As soon as you cross
state lines, there's suddenly a ton of bugs and they're giant and the rain is
weird and the people are weird and everything closes at like 8 pm and everyone
can tell you're not from there and people aren't friendly to you but too
friendly to each other. I hate it. AND WHY ARE THERE NEVER TOILET SEAT COVERS
IN THE GODDAMN BATHROOMS?! And "drug" is not correct, unless you're actually
talking about a drug. "Dragged" is correct. And stop saying "don't" when you
should say "doesn't".
Okay, rant over.
In other news, I really wanted to get my next story out, but I'm only on
chapter 8 and it's going to have at least 30. My working title is "Inside and
Out". Life has been so busy since I quit my crappy receptionist job and started
working at [MAJOR DEPARTMENT STORE] and figured out school stuff. I am also
planning a one-shot sequel to Strictly Taboo, which I would like to upload on
January 1 st , since that's a very important day in that story. I know a lot of
people wanted a sequel and I said no, but DemonsxXxHeart left me a lovely,
long, honest review a long time ago that made me want to, so when I got some
ideas, it was a sure thing. Reviews work, people.
I hope you all are having a lovely holiday season and will continue to read. =]
Love you!
Chelsea
Inuyasha had always avoided humans, not out of any dislike for them or
prejudice, but because they simply were too different from him. Although he
himself was half human, it was hard for him to understand them. And they died.
There was that, too. Several times he had gotten close to humans, and they had
always died just as he was beginning to feel that he was on the edge of
something, the edge of enlightenment, a whole other world existing within his
familiar world that he never before was able to see, even with his superior
senses.
The bastards had the most inconvenient timing.
And then along came Miroku and Sango. He had met them while he was moonlighting
as a bartender, wanting to learn the skills he had observed in various movies
and at parties that he had admired so very much. Sango was a recently divorced
young woman who had had a bit too much to drink and Miroku was a sleazy regular
who prowled the same bar night after night looking to get lucky. Inuyasha
introduced the two of them, Sango's blunt, desperate come-on's grossing him out
and Miroku's constant failure making him pity the man. Surprisingly, the two
actually hit it off and began to legitimately date each other, always stopping
by the bar where they had met every so often to laugh and reminisce about the
dark time in their existences before they had found each other.
It was the shock of his life when the couple showed up one night and Miroku
proposed to his dark-eyed lady love, afterwards jokingly again going down onto
one knee and asking Inuyasha to be his best man. He had said yes, since
everyone was staring at him and he couldn't think of a good reason to decline.
Telling the man that he was not very fond of him just seemed a tad too rude,
even for him. So he showed up to the wedding and did his part, standing next to
the blushing groom as his bride eagerly galloped up the aisle. He did insist on
not making a speech at the reception, claiming he wasn't good with words, which
was true. The one highlight of the entire event was when he went home with all
four bridesmaids.
He was glad when they went on their month-long honeymoon. Distancing himself
was easier when they were gone for a while, and it would probably lessen the
blow. Things were fine for a year, and he switched jobs, having mastered
bartending. His next interest was painting, and he quickly learned that the
odder it looked, the more money he would make. Using another fake name, he
established himself as a respectable artist, his pieces going for hundreds of
thousands of dollars each. He supposed it had much to do with the fact that he
was a living, breathing half-demon, which was rare. At least everyone said to
his face that his art was really good.
That was when he got the excited call from Miroku and Sango. Inuyasha had
thought them out of his life for good, and that coupled with the fact that his
number was unlisted made him listen to the entirety of what they had to say.
His "best friends" were having a baby. They were having a baby and they wanted
him to be the godfather.
He protested, saying that he was busy. They assured him that he would only have
to be at the christening and that they did not expect him to act like an uncle
or something and show up to every birthday and holiday. Beaten and bewildered,
he agreed.
Inuyasha wasn't there when Sango gave birth, giving a non-existent art showing
as an excuse, and they didn't contact him again until it was time for the
baptismal ceremony, when the baby was six months old. He drove to the church
reluctantly, wondering why he had thought matchmaking would be a harmless
incident. The church was small and brown and the parking lot was practically
empty. That explained why they were always after him for things. Was he really
their only actual friend? Did they not have any family? Had they hired all
those people to come to their wedding, bringing them in from the street? It
would explain a lot if the bridesmaids had actually been hookers.
He jogged into the church, thinking he'd get in, hold the candle, and get out.
Sango met him at the door, the look on her face bright, happy, and satisfied, a
far cry from the depressed, desperate woman she had been when they had first
met.
"You're early!" she chirped, drawing him inside the cool, empty building.
Miroku, hearing his wife's voice, approached with a white bundle in his arms.
Grinning, he practically forced the thing into Inuyasha's chest, making him
grasp it with both hands, careful with his claws.
"Meet your goddaughter! Say hi, Kagome!"
At least they had picked a pretty name. Raising it to his face, he warily
examined the squirming little maggot of a human baby. She had tiny black curls
that framed her face and the biggest gray eyes he had ever seen. The contrast
was interesting, and he leaned in closer. The baby giggled and kicked happily,
and he smiled back at her, not being able to do anything else. She was soft and
smelled like… love? And happiness. Giving her an impulsive kiss on the
forehead, he pulled away quick.
That new scent coming from her was most certainly not love.
"Ugh, Sango, clean your kid up!" he said nasally, trying not to breathe.
Sango laughed and took Kagome out of his arms. The baby waved her little hands
at him and began to cry in a way that he had not thought babies could. It
wasn't high and screeching and grating against his ears. It was soft and sad
and she made little whimpering sounds. He almost wanted to take her back from
Sango and apologize to her. Inuyasha shook his head. Ridiculous. Who the fuck
apologized to a baby?
The ceremony was short, them being the only people there, and when the priest
carefully dunked Kagome's head in the water, he wanted to snatch her away.
Wasn't that considered child abuse? Torture, really. Waterboarding. Why were
Miroku and Sango just standing there with dreamy smiles on their faces? The
priest, beaming benignly, handed Kagome back to Inuyasha, who cradled her to
himself as the final blessings were said. When no one else was looking, he took
the edge of his shirtsleeve and wiped her head off, worried she'd get a cold if
he just left her damp and hoping it wouldn't lessen the baptism in some way.
Kagome burbled loudly and drooled on his shirt, screeching happily in a way
that was not entirely unpleasant.
Then it was over and they were all standing outside in the sunlight.
"So," Miroku starting, eyeing the way Inuyasha was clutching Kagome with an
amused gaze, "we know you're a busy guy, Inuyasha. It's okay if you can't come
for dinner. We're just going to have a quick, simple thing at home, anyway."
"I'll go!" he quickly assured him. Inuyasha wasn't quite sure how or why, but
the human baby was growing on him and he was beginning to take his role as her
godfather very seriously.
Sango took Kagome from him and smiled. "Great! You've never been to our home
before, so just follow our car. It's not too far from here."
He nodded and did as they said, following them to a middle-middle class
neighborhood. It wasn't too bad, but nothing fancy. A house across the street
was for sale and Inuyasha thought it looked nice enough. Bigger than his
apartment, anyway, and it would certainly be cheaper over time. Maybe getting
away from the city and investing in a real home would be a good idea.
Pulling into their driveway alongside the family's little Toyota, he slid out
and walked with Miroku to the door, standing behind him so he could look at his
goddaughter's big, expressive eyes. She stared back at him, fascinated, her
eyes fixed on his twitching ears. She was smiling soundlessly, her mouth ,
completely toothless but for the two front bottom teeth, open wide and a long
strand of drool dripping onto the back of her father's shirt. He smiled back,
thinking that he had smiled more on this day than in the past fifty years.
Dinner was spaghetti and homemade bread sticks, and he was surprised to find
himself enjoying their company. Inuyasha had never really bothered to get to
know them before, and he found that Miroku was pretty funny and Sango had her
own bit of wit. It would have been better had Kagome not been put to bed midway
through it. Before he knew it, it was past midnight and he needed to get going.
They had been sitting there for hours, talking about everything and nothing. He
was a little mad at himself that he was doing it again, getting too close, but
it was still a pleasant evening.
Sango bundled up a few cupcakes and handed them to him. "Want to say goodnight
to your goddaughter?"
He nodded, excited. He hadn't known that was an option. Quietly, they went to
the nursery, a small pink room with a white crib in the very center. There,
bathed in moonlight, sprawled out on her stomach, was the little baby he had
met only a few hours ago. Looking at Sango for permission, he reached a finger
down into the crib, gently running it along her smooth pink cheek, not noticing
he was smiling. Kagome did not stir and, somewhat disappointed by that, he said
goodbye to his hosts and left.
The next few years passed by too quickly for him. Inuyasha ended up buying the
house across the street from Miroku and Sango, again changing professions.
Writing was always something he had wanted to do. He wrote children's books,
the most popular of which was called Icarus and Katie. It was about a little
girl who was raised by a white dog after her parents died in a shipwreck. Kids
and parents alike loved it. It won several awards and was made into a series of
movies, but all he cared about was that it was his little goddaughter's
favorite book.
Inuyasha wrote for her, loving nothing more than to hear her carefully lisp out
the simple sentences he had agonized over for untold amounts of time. Kagome
was always the first to read his books, even before his agent and editor, and
he made changes based on her opinions. She would come to his house first thing
in the morning, and he'd walk her to school and back every day. He had been
hesitant about it at first, but Sango and Miroku assured him that they were
grateful for his help, as they both worked and did not have as much time as
they liked with their daughter. They thought it was good at least one adult
close to her had time to nurture her and notice new developments and inform
them about it when they couldn't be there.
Inuyasha had never loved anyone like he loved Kagome. It wouldn't be a lie if
he said that she was the best thing in his life. His books were all dedicated
to her, with Miroku and Sango always added as an afterthought. He was there for
every one of her little highs and lows, and bought her a huge box of crayons so
she could draw out her feelings, which, with her solemn permission, he used as
the basis for his illustrations.
Those simple days were gone before he was finished with them. Soon, Kagome was
in middle school, walking with her trio of annoying girl friends instead of
him. Inuyasha always watched her from the window every morning and afternoon,
hoping that day would be the day she decided to stop by and spend some time
with him, maybe even draw some pictures with the abandoned box of crayons like
she used to.
She never did.
Whenever she did come to his door, she ignored the little workspace where she
had spent so many afternoons and went straight to the kitchen, looking for the
treats he always kept for her. She'd laugh when he'd ask her to read one of his
manuscripts, asking why he wanted her to do that when he had qualified adults
whose jobs were to nitpick like that. Eventually, he stopped asking, and took
up screenwriting, creating his own show for teens which was majorly successful.
Kagome herself watched it every week and begged for sneak peeks, which he
happily allowed her. Soon, she was back at his house every day, and things were
good again.
But all things, good or bad, must come to an end.
Inuyasha bought a cabin out on a lake up in the mountains. He had first seen it
on an overcast day, and the water reminded him so much of Kagome's eyes that he
had to get it, not even noticing how overpriced it was. The house was large,
three stories with heated floors and almost all windows. He invited his
favorite family to come up with him and they did so happily, taking their own
car since they would only be staying the weekend and he wanted to stay for a
week. It was Christmastime, and the little town near the cabin was bustling and
charmingly decorated, looking like something right out of a storybook. For a
minute, Inuyasha missed the days when he wrote books for kids, missed the
little gap-toothed girl with freckles and braided pigtails who couldn't quite
grasp that he was not her blood uncle.
Sango and Miroku went out to the town, telling Inuyasha in secret to keep
Kagome busy while they did their Christmas shopping. He was glad he would be
able to spend time with her alone, as they always did when at home, but Kagome
was not. She sulked on the couch, wanting to go out and see the sights as well.
"Um, do you want cookies?" he asked awkwardly, sitting down next to her.
"I'll get fatter," she said shortly, not even looking at him. She had just
turned sixteen a few months ago and had become increasingly difficult to deal
with.
"You're not fat," he said for what felt like the thousandth time.
Kagome just smiled. "I'm sorry I'm not good company right now."
He said nothing.
"I haven't been good company for a while, have I?" she asked, turning her big
eyes on him.
Kagome was wearing a Santa hat with mistletoe attached to it, something her
father had bought as a gag gift, claiming that it was her only present that
year. It seemed as though she had forgotten she was still wearing it.
"No," he said gently, reaching a hand out to cup her face. "You're the only
person I want to spend time with," he said honestly.
She smiled, relieved, and he kissed her.
Inuyasha wasn't sure when exactly he had begun to feel sexually attracted to
Kagome. Maybe it was always, maybe it started just then. But he wanted her,
there was no doubt about that. He had rarely been with a woman since he had
become a godfather, and Kagome was just so pretty and warm that he had to have
her. Without a protest, she allowed him to awkwardly lower her from the couch
onto the wood floor. Knocking the ridiculous Santa hat off her head, he
proceeded to undress himself and her, pulling the clingy fabric up and over her
head before leaning down to kiss her again. It was hot and wet and probably
would have looked disgusting to any observer, especially considering their age
difference and the fact that Kagome had always looked younger than she actually
was.
He marked the way down to her breasts with long, soft kisses, his ears
twitching with every little gasp she made, every breath she took. Pushing her
bra away from what it concealed, he worked that over her head before allowing
himself to look at what he had unveiled. Her breasts were perfect, although a
little small, but that was to be expected. She was still a growing girl, after
all. Worshipfully, lovingly, reverently, he kissed a rosy nipple, and she let
out a soft cry. He looked up at her in alarm, wondering if he had gone too far,
but she was looking at him the same way he knew he had been looking at her,
like the moment was perfect and had been coming for a while. Stroking her side
gently, he took a nipple into his mouth, pulling on it, sucking, and then
flicking it with his tongue. Kagome sighed and placed a hand on his head, her
fingers brushing against an ear. Inuyasha switched to the other and gave it the
same treatment, nibbling a little here and there, trying to remind himself to
be gentle and project his love so that she wouldn't think he was using her.
"I love you," she whispered, taking him by surprise and shocking him into
stillness.
"I love you, too," he said, his eyes locking with hers. And it was true. He had
loved her before she could even comprehend words. He had always loved her and
now he loved her in every way.
Giving pointed kisses to each spot he passed on his way to her last secret from
him, he listened to her heavy breathing turn into quiet moans and whimpers. A
scent she had never given off before was coming from beneath her pure and
dainty white underwear, and he slowly dragged the piece of cloth off her body,
torturing the both of them with his reduced pace. She was wonderful, she was
perfect, and he raised her hips up and buried his mouth and tongue in her, the
sudden invasion making her jump and grind herself into him. The taste made him
salivate, and he licked greedily, sucking her hot little nub and then pulling
back to nibble on the outer lips. Kagome was writhing on the floor, her hands
clenching and unclenching at her sides, and it wasn't long before she came.
While she was still sobbing out her release, he plunged his fingers into her,
his claws reaching and savagely tearing apart her hymen. She screamed, more in
surprise than pain, and he again placed his mouth at her entrance, lapping at
the blood and drinking it down, savoring the innocent flavor. No one could
enjoy her the way he had and no one ever would. He lapped at her walls and soon
her juices were mixing with the blood, coating the inside of his mouth and
making him moan.
"What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?!"
Kagome jumped and scrambled back from him, bringing her knees up and hiding her
nudity, one hand pressed to her mouth and her perfectly shaped gray eyes bigger
than he had ever seen them. Slowly, as though he were submersed in invisible
quicksand, he turned around and saw his friends, Miroku and Sango, staring at
him in rage, horror, and disgust.
What was their problem?
"How could you?" Miroku asked shakily, looking ten years older.
"It seems like what everyone said about half-demons was true," Sango said, less
shocked than her husband and probably even angrier.
That comment made Inuyasha get to his feet. "Am I not good enough for her,
then?" he asked, daring them to answer.
"Of course not!" she bellowed, her face red.
"How long has this been going on?" Miroku asked, his face ashen. "All this
time? When you—When she was just a little girl…"
"No!" Kagome cried out. "This is the first time—"
"Don't protect him," Sango said, not looking at her daughter, not wanting to.
"I don't know why we even trusted this beast in the first place. Never in a
million years did I think he'd make my daughter into a whore."
Since he couldn't hit a woman, Inuyasha punched Miroku in the jaw, sending him
on his back, the blood of Kagome's that coated two of his fingers sticking to
his former friend's skin. He was about to hit him again, when Kagome screamed
his name.
"Inuyasha, please!"
His fist stopped abruptly an inch before the man's face and he moved away.
Kagome was covering herself with a small pillow that had fallen from the couch
and he looked down, realizing he was still naked and erect.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Die!" Sango screamed from where she knelt at her husband's side.
He ignored her until the one he had really been addressing spoke.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, to him or to her parents he wasn't sure. "It's all
my fault. I've had a crush on Uncle Inuyasha for so long and I was the one who
did this, I tried to seduce him."
Miroku got up and left, slamming the front door behind him. Sango glared at her
daughter, before finally uncrossing her arms and taking off her coat, which she
flung in her direction.
"Get dressed. We're leaving. Hurry."
Kagome obeyed, her eyes on her own feet. The coat was big and went almost down
to her feet. She stared into Inuyasha's eyes soulfully as she walked passed
him, trying to communicate something to him that he wasn't quite sure he
grasped. The old feeling came back, of being on the edge of something and not
seeing whether it led to a dark, cramped abyss or a sunny meadow in a valley.
A year went by before he saw her again.
Kagome showed up at his cabin door, an inch taller with a fuller figure and
longer hair. He was surprised, to say the least. They had not contacted him
after the incident, and he had not gone back to his home across the street,
staying cooped up in his cabin and hardly speaking to anybody, let alone
venturing outside.
Inuyasha said nothing and she walked passed him, going straight to the fridge
like she used to do. He still kept the chocolate milk and pizza lunchables that
she liked so much, mostly out of habit. He had not expected to ever see her
again, unless he was dragged to court and she testified against him. Sitting
beside her where she had plopped herself directly on top of the kitchen table,
he waited for her to speak, to explain.
"Mom and Dad are dead," she said shortly after she finished her milk.
"How?" They were no longer friends so he did not feel obligated to pretend to
feel saddened by the news.
"Car accident." She started in on the lunchable, offering him a pepperoni slice
which he silently declined with a wave of his hand.
"Why're you here?" Inuyasha didn't mean to sound so abrupt, but he did want to
know.
"You're my godfather. I'm a minor for three more months. I stay with you now."
"That's it?"
She nodded. "Plus, your show ended. I want to know what would have happened."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. The network had cut his program due to a decreased
amount of viewers. It had gotten pretty depressing, so he guessed it was for
the best. It was probably time for a change, anyway. They had not been warned
in proper time to finish with the original ending, so they had just tied up all
the loose ends they could, the writing the sloppiest he had ever allowed to be
shown.
"What was supposed to happen with Isaac and Karida? You know they were my
favorite."
Inuyasha frowned. Though not the main characters, Isaac and Karida were fan
favorites.
"They were supposed to get together."
"Well, duh," she said, mouth full of food. "But how? And why the heck did you
kill them off? Everyone's so pissed off with you, you know."
"Isaac was supposed to sneak into Karida's room and make her his," he said
quietly. "Her parents would have found out and banned them from seeing each
other, but they'd stay together in secret and then her parents would die in
plane wreck and they'd run away together."
Kagome nodded. "That would have been better than Isaac going crazy and killing
her and himself." She looked up at him and he stopped breathing. "Why do you
always kill off my parents in your writing?"
"Because they didn't deserve you," he said quickly, wondering how long she had
known. "You were always more mine than theirs."
A small smile showed her dimples. "How are you, Inuyasha?"
"Good."
"Good."
They stared at each other, then she shyly took his hand, lowering her eyes to
watch their fingers intertwine.
"I missed you," she whispered. "I missed this."
"Have you…" he started, not sure how to phrase what he wanted to ask. "Were
there any boys in your life?"
"There's never been anyone but you."
Placing a single finger under her chin, he urged her to lift her face up and
she complied. Her brilliant eyes were swimming with emotion and he kissed her
softly.
"I never stopped thinking about you," he said against her lips. "Since I first
saw you, I never stopped."
Her hands buried themselves in his hair and she attacked his mouth savagely,
her desire having increased since that evening a year ago when he had awoken
it. He responded in kind, biting her lower lip and groaning his desire. All his
dreams had been about this, but reality was light years better.
Kagome hopped onto his lap and he was reminded of when she'd perch there for
stories. Yanking his lips away from hers, he ignored her pout and puppy dog
eyes and tugged off his shirt, watching her do the same while struggling to
maintain her balance. With a sound of impatience, she flung her shirt off,
pushed him onto the table and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, lifting up her
skirt and holding the hem between her teeth, her underwear pushed to the side.
Slowly, she worked him into her tight sheath, their eyes both closing in bliss
and concentration as she did so. Inuyasha ran his hands up the backs of her
thighs and squeezed her bottom before moving up to cup her breasts.
They moved as she rode him, and Inuyasha wondered if anything had ever been as
erotic as Kagome at that moment, with her skirt in her mouth, a large wet spot
where she was biting it, the dark cloth sandwiched between her breasts
emphasizing the colors of her skin. Her eyes were as savage and ruthless as a
demon's would have been and he was on that old precipice and another one as
well. With a scream, Kagome came around him, the skirt dropping from her mouth
and falling onto his stomach, concealing their unity from his eyes. Kagome
leaned gasping against his chest, her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him.
It was enough to set him off, and he filled her with his essence, hearing her
whimper at the sensation.
Their faces were so close together, her eyelashes almost mingling with his own,
and he leapt off the cliff.
Joy. A life well-lived. No regrets, no matter how many bad decisions he had
made, since they had brought him here, to this most valued moment.
Inuyasha wound her long hair around his fist and pulled sharply, making her
yelp as her head moved to a weird angle. He sank his fangs into her neck, again
delighting in the taste of her blood.
"Ow!" Kagome shrieked, and he licked the wound in apology. "Why do you always
hurt me after we do something like this?" she asked, her lower lip trembling,
tears filling her eyes.
"I don't want you to die."
"Well, thanks, but that doesn't answer my question."
"I marked you," he explained, rubbing the still bleeding wound with his thumb.
"Nobody even does that anymore 'cause of the commitment and stuff, but it means
that you're going to have the lifespan of a half-demon."
She raised an eyebrow. "And you didn't even ask me?"
Inuyasha shrugged and kissed her. "Did I need to?"
She laughed and snuggled into him. "I love you."
"And I love you."
They lay disheveled and satisfied on the table, the carton of chocolate milk
and the lunchable trash scattered around them. It was perfect. Inuyasha took a
brief moment and thought of Sango and Miroku, thanking them, even if they were
turning over in their graves, for being lonely and liking him and loving each
other and creating the girl at his side, who was playfully biting at his right
ear.
"You think I should start writing movies?" he asked.
"Porn movies?" she giggled, her tongue darting out and playing with the tip of
his second most sensitive appendage.
"Real ones," he said seriously, his hands moving to her breasts despite
himself.
"Whatever."
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