Father Figure by rich onyx
Father Figure
A/N: This is what I guess is called a songfic (if I'm wrong, please don't shoot me). I was listening to my mix tape the other day and had this idea. My suggestion would be to listen to the songs before you read this fic, since they really do set the pace for the rest of the plot (George Michael's "Father Figure" and Mario Winan's "I Don't Wanna Know"). This story could get really complicated or remain fairly short, so I'll let you guys dictate. Please read & review! Your humble writing servant...
A/N2: By the way, for those reading my other fic Tasting Amber, I'm working on it. I've got 16 pages so far, so it will be worth the wait. I'm hoping to finish soon, so thanks for all of your reviews and support--it helps me get the chappies up faster!
DISCLAIMER: The day I own Inuyasha is the day that pigs fly. Wow, is that...no, just a bird...
Father Figure
The music blared angrily across the empty room as a woman with dark ebony locks looked at her watch, agitated at the large ticking indicator that announced her party's lateness.
Dammit, I don't know why I stay with him. He's late, he's always late, and he treats me like crap.
The small voice in her head that she had tried to drown out with a cognac on the rocks chimed in.
But he treats you like gold. Like an absolute royalty, and you know it. If a little lateness and short temper are the price to pay, is it really so high?
Kagome sighed inwardly, agreeing to the voice of reason within her head. It was right, he always respected her, always treated her wonderfully. He couldn't help that he was a bit rough around the edges--after all her was an orphan and didn't have anyone to teach him the niceties of life before she came along. But he had clawed his way to the top to own one of the most powerful construction companies in all of Japan. He said that he liked heights and always wanted to get higher to the heavens because it made him feel at peace. Kagome figured it was a bit deeper than that--that he longed to touch the wispy clouds above him to be closer to the mother and father he never really knew.
Either way, he was a dream come true for any woman, including her. Tall with long flowing silver hair that never seemed to be tame and an incredibly sculpted body that had to come from the gods themselves, her love could get a woman's heart pumping furiously from a simple glance from his golden orbs. The lustful passion that stirred in the eyes of other women upon his approach was never lost on Kagome although it was completely lost on him. He never understood women and figured he wouldn't try...until he met Kagome.
But she was annoyed. He was supposed to have been at the bar over an hour ago and she had been waiting patiently for him since then. The evening rush would begin soon, and since it was a Friday, they were setting up for the DJ and light effects that had made the Ryuutaisho the hottest club in all of Tokyo. Security was already placed outside, and though she knew that they would let the co-owner in without incident, she always like it when he was by her side earlier. She felt safer next to his hulking shoulders than with the personal escort that he had assigned her over her loud protests.
This is ridiculous. I've got a place to run--let's get this show on the road.
Shaking off the anger that she felt towards the missing body that she craved, Kagome got to work--checking the lighting, making sure that all fire exits were readily available and open in case a fight broke out, seeing to that the new bartender restocked the bar, and reloading the gun that always sat at the ready beneath her desk in the VIP room office.
Her Roberto Cavalli orginal clung to her body like a second skin, the blue and turquoise slashed top with accenting silver chain that clung to either side of her waist like two snakes in the garden of Eden accentuated her feminine curves and brought out her vividly blue eyes. Complementing the bare-shouldered barely-blouse was a ultra-low pair of Armani silk pants with wide legs that swayed as she moved, bringing attention to her impossibly small waist and perfect belly. Unlike the women who frequented her club, she was neither finely sculpted nor incredibly voluptuous. Her middle was simply soft, flowing, and feminine, mesmerizing by its simple innocence and hint of fertility. Her love always thought it to be one of her greatest features. Her ebony locks were clasped high above her head in a "Breakfast with Tiffany"-esque princess do and large turquoise-dotted platinum earrings.
She was complete naughty and nice at the same time. She knew he would love it.
Stepping out of her office into the bluelight of the club, she composed herself for a moment. It was a stressful business, filled with unsavory characters, drugs, alcohol, and the rampant overtures of sex. Her club was clean, and she intended to keep it that way, but in the middle of the Tokyo Ginza district at night, that could be a very difficult task indeed. Looking at her watch--11:00 on the dot--she motioned to the head of security to open the doors and let the games begin.
She would deal with Inuyasha later.
***
The man leaned against the darkest corner of the bar disgusted with the display of carnality and wantonness before him. Humans could be so disgusting, and if this hedonistic display was their idea of fun, then he could applaud the idea of government sterilization experiments on the entire population.
The woman intrigued him. She seemed to glow with and eerie light that could be miko powers, but her beauty was unsurpassed and she knifed through the crowd with the efficiency and authority of a born ruler. Though he questioned her taste in blouses, her pants and the attractive upsweep of her hair lent itself to formal regality, and he found himself wondering how she would look in a sleeveless evening dress draped on his arm before being draped across his bed.
This is nonsense. She is ningen, nothing more.
But the part of him that was intrigued knew she was very much more.
The night was progressing and still his contact had not showed. This type of lateness was unacceptable, even from a brother. He could have killed the insolent whelp the first day that he met him after having tracked him down as the last living heir of Inutaisho Tanakura. He could have killed him when he said that he was his half-brother, the product of his father's disgraceful affair with a human woman. He could have killed him when he dared ask him about the family history, his family history as if he had a part or a role in any of it, as if it was his birthright as a legitimate child rather than the bastard son of a redlight whore. But he did not--could not. Because the young man who had sought him out was the spitting image of his father, and he could not bring himself to kill a being that so clearly had his father's stamp etched across his features. That, however, did not mean that he had to like him.
5:30 AM.
Such an ungodly hour.
The crowd at the club was beginning to thin as people left for food, afterparties, and home. In fact, it seemed that that they were now being kicked out by the authoritative woman and her team of hideously overdeveloped security guards. Inwardly, the man sneered. Anyone seeking to do damage would not be caught by the idiots she had hired as muscle. Even with a fraction of his strength, all they needed to accomplish their tasks was a bit of intelligence, which each brute surrounding her seemed to sorely lack.
He sunk deeper into the shadows as the club was emptied to watch the woman--still intrigued from afar despite his growing loathing of both his morbid fascination and the person he was to be meeting.
Slowly, the lights were turned out and the security guards left one by one. One particularly mean-looking half-demon one--the head brute--awaited the woman as she went into the office and changed into the truly attractive flowing red dress that he presumed that she had worn before beginning work.
"It's OK Jinenji. I'm just going to call Yash before I leave and see if he's anywhere near to pick me up. If not, I'll hop in my car and go home. I promise."
"I don't like that, Miss Kagome. I'd kill myself if anything happened to you, and so would Mr. Inuyasha."
"Don't worry about him, Jin. And I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Please, go home! I know your mother's got to be worried about you..."
At the mention of his mother, the brute looked at the door as if realizing something important was lying outside. He turned his glowing blue eyes back to the woman--this "Kagome"--and let out a wistful sigh.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I don't want her to start calling you again the way she did last time. It's not fair for you to have to deal with my upset mother. I guess I'll go, but you have to promise to call me when you're safely at home."
The woman laughed with a shrug of compromise. Her laughter was like music, sweet and light.
"Of course, Jinenji. I promise to call you later."
With that, the brute stood--at least what he considered to be standing and the rest of the world would consider to be slouching--and left to young woman to her own devices, muttering under his breath about mothers and how they worry too much.
They were alone, this stranger and the woman.
Completely alone in the heart of an empty nightclub where the stranger could make out the soft beat of her heart and the easy breath escaping her lips. Her smell came to him--soft and languid of sakura blossoms and pale almond, but it was laced with a heavy musk, a masculine scent that he could only assume belonged to her lover. Smelling her more deeply, he inhaled in shock. The masculine scent was that of his whelp brother, deep and entwined with the woman's essence.
The woman was his woman. And had been for some time, from what he could gather.
He looked at the 50's style jukebox to his left which had been turned on to clear people out of the room. Nothing kills the mood more quickly than hearing the Beach Boys blaring with their high-pitched voices after downing hangover-inducing amounts of alcoholic liquid. He moved silently, with practiced movements of ease and grace, slowly scanning the list of songs until he found one that he liked, an evil scheme of sibling rivalry dancing across his head.
Kagome...
A fitting name. Both endearing and strong, like the woman herself.
Pushing the button on the juke box, he also silently emitted a beam of light to correct the tinniness in the bass to allow the full, smooth melody to erupt from the machine. The box whirred as it began to search for the selection, rifling through the LPs with a low mechanic hum.
Kagome turned, startled by the noise to look into the most intense golden orbs she had ever seen in her life.
"Who are you? The club is closed. You need to leave. Now."
The stranger walked languidly towards her, no evidence of concern etched across his alabaster face.
"I am not here to harm you Kagome."
She gasped--I don't know him. Do I?
"How did you know my name?"
Sesshomaru rolled his eyes slightly at her demand and waved his hand in a brief explanation.
"I heard you referred that way by your Jinenji. Is that not the appropriate title?"
"Y-yes, but I still don't know who you are..."
The handsome stranger was moving towards her, and she realized, was not stopping. The whir and the click of the jukebox as it found the right LP sounded deafening in her ear. It was as if time itself had stopped as he approached her within lover's distance. His voice called to her, and damn all of her instincts, she could not move...did not want to move...
"My name is Sesshomaru. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. If I may..."
"I don't know that that's such a good ideeee--"
Before she could speak, she was swept into a stone embrace. The music was slow and seductive, and Kagome cringed when she recognized it. Father figure...why? Why did he have to choose this one...of all the songs in the world, why this one...
Kagome melted into his muscled embrace, tingling at the contact with the broad expanse of his chest. She couldn't help herself. Her therapist told her that she suffered from a classic Electra complex, the same as an Oedipal complex except with the genders reversed. She wanted to be with a man who reminded her of a father--of her father--and so sought and craved overly dominant men. She said it was bullshit, that it was the dumbest thing she had ever hear...though deep in side she knew she was only upset that someone had learned her secret, had found her inner place of shame and brought it to light. That would explain her dalliances with bad boys like Koga and Miroku, and the lack of attraction she had with her best friend Hojo who adored her dearly. And Inuyasha...well, truthfully Inuyasha was always more of an overprotective brother than stable father-figure. But she loved him, and that's what she figured was most importat. Or at least she had figured until now...Why do these lyrics haunt me so?
That's all I wanted
Something special, something sacred -
In your eyes
For just one moment
To be bold and naked
At your side
The song called to her very heart, plucking its strings softly, seductively. Sesshomaru moved his thigh high between her legs to rest against her heating core. She trembled in his embrace, swept away by the music and the erotic rhythm set by his pulsing hips.
Sometimes I think that you'll never
Understand me
Maybe this time is forever..
Say it can be
Kagome felt like she was floating as Sesshomaru began a sultry waltz, turning her to his desire on the empty expanse of the dance floor.
That's all you wanted
Something special, someone sacred -
In your life
Just for one moment
To be warm and naked
At my side
She was helpless to move, helpless to intervene. All she could feel was the deep movements commanding her and the music baring the very essence of her soul.
Sometimes I think that you'll never
Understand me
But something tells me together
We'd be happy
Golden orbs locked on hers, and she felt faint, warm, and wonderful all at once. Is this really happening?...
YES...The voice boomed in her head as if spoken...and yet the towering figure above her had yet to say a word since beginning their rhythmic game.
I will be your father figure
(oh baby)
Twirl, primal glare between predator and prey...
Put your tiny hand in mine
Backs arch in concert, tiny hands encased in steel claws...
(i'd love to)
Demonic lust begins to rise...
I will be your preacher teacher
A small body whips in either direction, turned like a child's toy by the demon before her...
(be your daddy)
Eyes glint a deeper gold, drinking in the curves before him...
Anything you have in mind
She sees the gaze and twirls, smacking his hands away from her...
(it would make me)
A delicate eyebrow arches at the challenge...
I will be your father figure
And grabs the errant form to him to punish it for its impertinence.
(very happy)
Her heart beats wildly...
I have had enough of crime
And a silver head dips towards her neck, hair falling like moonlit rain...
(please let me)
Soft lips brush delicate skin...
I will be the one who loves you
Kagome's back arching willingly into the heat...
Until the end of time
And a growl of possession sears her soul...
Sesshomaru whipped her around and yanked her back flush against his frame, pelvis to her backside, eliciting a gasp from the young woman at the size of his assaulting manhood. That is just a preview, my dear...
That's all I wanted
But sometimes love can be mistaken
For a crime
Just as quickly, her turned her again, his own personal marionette...
That's all I wanted
Just to see my baby's
Blue-eyed shine
His hands found her face, tracing the curve of her cheek from her eyes as he stared deep into her cerulean orbs. She seemed to be deep inside of herself, lost in the sensual lyrics. He listened to the lyrics intently and faintly scanned her mind, deducing what was deep in her heart. So she has no father...no wonder she and my brother are close...
This time I think that my lover
Understands me
Sesshomaru gentled his grip, touching her in a reverent, almost fond way...the way a father would his daughter. Kagome gasped as her body responded...along with her heart...
If we have faith in each other
Then we can be
Strong
He swept her in a semicircle of strength, swiveling from his hip and forcing her body down low, split by his thigh and controlled by his muscular frame.
I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
His hands found hers, clasping them tightly as his lips brushed against the trembling flesh of her neck. Molten lava spilled in her nether regions.
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you
Until the end of time
Sesshomaru began a faster waltz, twirling Kagome in dizzying circles that had her clinging to his arms for security.
If you are the desert
I'll be the sea
If you ever hunger
Hunger for me
Whatever you ask for
That's what I'll be. .
The room, her world was spinning out of control with a crescent-marked demon at the eye of her storm...It's not fair...everything is so perfect now...why this...
So when you remember the ones who have lied
Who said that they cared
But then left as you cried
Beautiful darling
Don't think of me
Because all I ever wanted
Sesshomaru pulled away from her abruptly. She would learn to come, and come willingly at his command.
It's in your eyes baby, baby
Instinctively, Kagome moved forward wanting to capture the warmth and the strength that had left her.
And love can't lie. No...
The corners of Sesshomaru's lips tilted upwards. The conquest was over--she was already his.
(greet me with the eyes of a child)
As if on cue, Kagome beamed with the force of her soul. Emitting faint rays of pinkish light, Kagome closed the distance between them and swept her hands to his, pulling him into her smile, her faint heat with an innocent expression of love and endearment.
(heaven is a kiss and a smile)
She smiled with the confidence and trust of the young--carefree and pure. Sesshomaru felt something deep within him snap and break as he faced the full power of her most intimate self.
Just hold on, hold on
She was his...and somewhere...somehow...he knew that he was hers...
I won't let you go, my baby
Sesshomaru swept her into the folds of his arm, their breath mingling, faces centimeters from each other.
I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
Something was happening between them, the air was becoming thick and dense with electricity and the taiyoukai inwardly cringed as he felt himself begin to lose control...
I will be your father figure
Have had enough of crime
So I am gonna love you
Until the end of time
I'll be your father
The burning that began in Sesshomaru's hips raced through his system as he crashed his lips down upon hers, catching her in a bruising kiss.
I'll be your preacher
Kagome returned with equal fervor, lost in a haze of desire and need that far exceeded anything she had ever known. Sesshomaru's light grasp tightened, crushing her form to his.
I'll be your daddy
Sesshomaru's yoki overwhelmed her miko aura, attaching her to him and his iron will.
YOU WILL...
Both of their entwined bodies glowed as two souls touched, inextricably linking. Pink miko and red yokai energy met and clashed, raising the couple from the ground to float them feet above the air. Sesshomaru could feel his eyes reddening, enlarging as the primal urge to mate and mark seared in him at the sight of her willing neck...now was the time...
Will be the one who loves you until the end of time
Fangs flashed dangerously, poised to drive into hot, trembling flesh.
...BE MINE!
"KAGOME!"
Inuyasha's voice boomed through the club seconds before she was roughly yanked from her midair embrace to his side. Her face grew white as she watched the two brothers. Pure hatred laced their faces as they regarded each other. Golden eyes clashed in the incredibly tense air as she looked on, Inuyasha's clawed and crushing her upper arm. Kagome absently mused that Sesshomaru must have been very powerful for Inuyasha to not leap and smash in his face immediately.
"You are late, little brother."
"Get the hell outta my club, Sesshomaru."
Kagome gasped--brother? But she thought that he was an orphan...he's been lying to her this entire time. The air was thick with tension, and Kagome couldn't stand it--it was irritating her miko powers and making the small hairs on her back stand on end. Just when she began to open her mouth to break the unbearable silence, Sesshomaru did something unexpected--he left.
"I will deal with you later, little brother." Turning once to regard Kagome over his shoulder, his voice was nearly a whisper as he floated through the door. "We shall meet again, Kagome..."
Kagome let out a small sigh of relief as Sesshomaru left, only to have her breath catch in her throat as she saw the murderous look on Inuyasha's face.
His eyes were bleeding red and his breath was growing ragged as his hand clamped down even more painfully into her forearm, effectively cutting off the circulation to that limb.
"WHAT--THE HELL--WAS THAT?!!!"
"Inuyasha, please--just listen...it's not what you think..."
Inuyasha didn't or couldn't hear her. He was advancing on her, and she was instinctively backing away from a towering rage that was quickly mounting to something she had never seen before...and hoped never to see again.
The words began to flow and somewhere Kagome heard the juke box putting on another song. She prayed it was a warm and fuzzy love song that might help smooth things out for her at that moment.
No such luck.
Kagome found herself groaning at the new song that came on. She really did have to change the selection in the juke box.
Somebody said they saw you
The person you were kissing wasn't me
And I would never ask you
I just kept it to myself
The doleful sound of the Enya sample rifted through the room as Inuyasha whirled at her with all of the hurt he felt etched in his voice.
"How the hell could you do this to me? How could you kiss that mongrel? My brother of all people?"
I don't want to know
If you're playin' me
Keep it on the low
Cuz my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin'
Please don't let it show
Oooh baby, I don't want to know
"How the hell was I supposed to know he was your brother? You never trusted me enough to tell me you had family. This entire time you've been lying to me! Three years, Inuyasha! THREE YEARS! You don't think you could've mentioned anything to me once--not once over THREE YEARS?!! Oh, that's right--I forgot. You're the mighty Inuyasha. You don't trust anybody! Not even the woman you're sleeping with!"
I think about it when I hold you
And lookin' in your eyes I can't believe
I don't need to know the truth
Baby, keep it to yourself
Inuyasha flinched--she had cut him deep, but then he realized something even worse.
"So, wait--do you just make it a habit to just kiss random guys? Anyone who'll pay you a little attention..." He sniffed her arousal in the air. "...get you a little wet?"
Kagome was shaking. "You bastard..."
That was it. That's all he needed to hear at a time like this. The perfect choice of words. Inuyasha's eyes grew huge with rage.
"I'M THE BASTARD?!! I COME TO SEE MY WOMAN KISSING A COMPLETE STRANGER AND I'M THE BASTARD? WELL, DAMMIT YOU'RE RIGHT. I AM A BASTARD. MY FATHER HAD AN AFFAIR AND FUCKED MY MOTHER, AND I'M THE RESULT. HOW 'BOUT THAT, KAGOME? YOU WANT FUCKING HONESTY, THEN YOU'VE GOT IT! I WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE, A FUCKING SERIES OF ONE-NIGHT STANDS. AND THAT FUCKER YOU WERE KISSING CAN'T STAND THE SIGHT OF ME. THAT'S WHY I NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT HIM. THAT'S WHY I HAVE NO FAMILY. THAT'S WHY I APPARENTLY DON'T HAVE YOU!"
I don't want to know
If you're playin' me
Kagome's heart stuck in her throat. She didn't know.
Keep it on the low
Cuz my heart cant take it anymore
"WHAT? YOU GOT NOTHING TO SAY NOW?"
And if you're creepin'
Please don't let it show
"Inuyasha..."
Oooh baby, I don't want to know
But his rage, unpent from years of suffering, years of frustration, years of pain was flowing forth and the flood of his wrath was not to be stopped by mere words. His yoki burst forth with tremendous power, sending her sailing into the far wall next to the juke box. He followed after, pinning her to the wall by her throat, his fangs extended, lavender slashes marring his normally beautiful face.
"So, wench. Is this all I am to you?" The enraged hanyou grabbed her hand and pressed it against the throbbing arousal straining against his pant leg. Is this all that you want?"
"...inuyasha...please..don't"
Did he touch you better than me
Inuyasha ripped at his pants, undoing his belt buckle and freeing his manhood in one angry movement.
Did he watch you fall asleep
Kagome began to sob against his claw as he hiked up her dress above her hips, ripping the flimsy G-string she was wearing with an angry flick of his wrist.
Say you walk away
Inuyasha's face came within an inch of hers, his breath enveloping her senses as he thrust deep into her trembling flesh. Kagome let out a strangled sob, angered by his violation, by his roughness, by the fact that fire that she felt between her legs was from rage and not from love.
Don't talk to me, baby
He pumped into her furiously, her entire body tensing with each hard thrust as he sated his wrath in the act of raw carnality.
Ooh don't tell me
Slowly, his anger began to dissipate as he felt her sobs against his hand. Red eyes receded to white and demonic slashes began to fade as he bore down into the trembling body beneath him. Gods, what had he done...
If you're better off that way
"Kagome..." Her name came out strangled from his lips and he loosened his grip on her neck to plant small, tender kisses on the five angry welts he had left there.
All that I can say
"I'm so sorry, baby...I'm so sorry Kagome..."
Is just stay away from me
Kagome looked into his tortured eyes with torment in her own. They were both lost in their web of anger, sorrow, and regret.
I don't even know your
Whereabouts or
how you movin
I know when you in the house
When you cruisin'
It's been provin'
My love you abusin'
I can't understand how a man
Got you choosin'
His body slowed to a smooth, gentle rhythm as he whispered apologies and sweet nothings in her ear. Tenderly caressing her face he gently swelled into her passage, careful not to aggravate her abused walls. Kagome gasped from the tingles traveling up her spine from the change in pace and rhythm. This was her love. This was her Inuyasha. This was the man who meant more to her than life itself.
Undecided
I came and provided
My undivided
You came and denied it
Don't even try it
I know when you lyin'
Don't even do that
I know why you cryin'
"Please...please don't cry Kagome...I just lost it, but I'm back now...I'm so sorry...my Kagome...forgive me..."
I'm not applyin' no pressure
Just want to let you know
That I don't want to let you go
And I don't want to let you leave
"I just can't lose you...I can't...you're the only person who ever meant anything to me...please Kagome..."
Can't say I didn't let you breathe
Gave you extra cheese
Put you in the SUV
"...everything that I do is for you, Kagome...for us...My business, this club, my life...it's yours..."
You wanted ice
So I made you freeze
Chills traveled down her spine as his tongue found and slipped into her ear, one of her most sensitive areas.
Made you hot
Like the West Indies
She felt her body melting at the mounting heat between them, his pumping coming more fervently as their bodies twisted to the increasing pressure in their loins.
Now it's time you invest in me
"Inuyasha...I will never leave you...and I could never hate you...never..."
Cuz if not then it's best you leave
Inuyasha's breathing became ragged once more as the furious fire of passion that had been building in him took over now, and he pressed his pelvis into hers with a final searing thrust that launched them both over the edge into blissful oblivion.
I don't wan't to know
If you're playin' me
Keep it on the low
Cuz my heart cant take it anymore
And if you're creepin'
Please don't let it show
He placed her gently on the ground, kissing her mouth, face and neck endlessly. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she was OK, that he had more scared her than hurt her. The look on his face was too desperate to mention anything at all. Instead she just held him to her, clinging to his frame as their breath returned to normal...their life returned to normal...
Oooh baby, I don't want to know
If you're playin' me
Keep it on the low
Inuyasha cradled her face in his hand, drawing smooth circles across her cheeks as he forced himself to stare deep into soulful eyes made cloudy and turbulent by the emotions behind them. His heart felt like it was about to break, but he needed to tell her. He needed to make sure that she understood him to the core..
Cuz my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin'
Please don't let it show
"Kagome, you have to understand...I hate to be a jerk, but you are not to see Sesshomaru again. Ever. If he comes towards you, turn the other way. Don't look at him, don't speak to him, don't even breathe in his direction." His gaze turned away so that she couldn't see his face. "I just don't think I could take it if I saw you two together again..."
Oooh baby, I don't want to know
If you're playin' me
Keep it on the low
Cuz my heart can't take it anymore
Kagome nodded numbly. Normally she would fight being told what to do, but she knew that she had betrayed him terribly. There was nothing she could say.
And if you're creepin'
Arm wrapped around her waist possessively, Inuyasha walked her out to her black BMW 4.8is.
"We'll take your car. I'll come and pick mine up later."
Please don't let it show
As they pulled out of the lot, Kagome looked behind, thinking briefly of the night, how many things she had learned...but in the end she needed time to think...to heal from the invasion of her mind and soul by the golden eyed demon who had left her.
Somewhere, somehow she knew that she would see Sesshomaru again...
Oooh baby, I don't want to know
...and her soul ached in anticipation.