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Distress (Prompt #14) | Inuyasha
Collection Title: Fleeting
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: Y
Summary: A collection of oneshots & drabbles centered around the fleeting moments in Sesshoumaru's and Kagome's relationship as they fumble towards one another. AU; Serial.
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un_love_you Prompt Table here. Prompt for this piece is: #14: “I'm awake and you're breathing.”
Title: Distress
Universe: Alternate (modern era)
Rating: Y (citrus)
Word Count: 3083
Pairing: Sesshoumaru/Kagome
Summary: Sesshoumaru drops another bombshell on Kagome.
Author’s Note: #16 in a series. Part 1 | Parts 2-15
Disclaimer: The Inuyasha concept, story, and characters are copyright Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Media.
~*~
Kagome jolted awake, blinking rapidly and taking a deep breath. What? she thought drowsily, squeezing her eyes shut against the glare of the sun as it streamed, unfiltered, straight into her eyes. She rubbed her temple, relaxing again as she realized there was no immediate threat. Must’ve been a bad dream, she sighed, tucking her head closer to her chest.
Arms tightened around her waist as she stirred, and she became aware of the solid warmth at her back. She instinctively burrowed closer to it as the other quiet sounds of morning brushed against her senses: the steady ticking of a distant clock, the twirl of a motorized overhead fan, the gentle rush of wind through the open window…
My window’s open? she wondered, fighting the urge to open her eyes and check. But I don’t want to get up and close it…I’ve waited too long for this moment…
A small but insistent pounding sensation began behind her temples, robbing her of whatever extra sleep she might have contemplated. At the same time, she felt a hand drifting lightly over the skin of her stomach, the touch almost ticklish, before settling in soft groove at the underside of her right breast. Warm lips nuzzled her neck, and she couldn’t restrain the sigh of pleasure that escaped.
Yes…
What had she done to make this happen? She wanted to remember for future reference! He’d been so resistant to her advances so far…the last thing she remembered was meeting him at the door in sobs, scared out of her wits after being followed home…it was all a blur after that…
No wonder I’d have anxiety dreams! she thought to herself. And what horrible ones at that – Sesshoumaru betraying me so callously, and out of the blue! Maybe I should stop eating ramen before bed…
“Good morning,” her companion murmured, his breath warm in her ear as his arms tightened around her.
“Mmm,” she breathed, running her hands over his arms, following them over the curve of her body, finally lacing her fingers through his. He chuckled, his body – now intimately nestled against hers – reverberating with the soft sound.
She found her token resistance crumbling as he nipped on her earlobe, and she shifted onto her back, lips upturned for a kiss, visions of being curtained by long silver hair and gazing into the heated golden eyes of her boyfriend filling her mind.
She opened her eyes to greet her lover, and her reality was shattered into thousands of tiny pieces as she found herself staring up into warm brown eyes, framed by tousled waves of dark brown hair.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped, pushing Inuyasha away and sitting up, immediately regretting the sudden reaction as the pounding in her head exploded, pain arcing across her scalp. She gathered the sheets around herself, her face flaming as she searched her scattered memories for an explanation.
“Kagome, relax,” Inuyasha murmured, sitting up beside her and sliding his arms around her shoulders. He kissed her softly, and for a moment she melted into the sensation. As his embrace tightened, however, she pulled away, almost tumbling off the side of the bed in her haste.
“Wh-what am I doing here?” she asked, bracing her head in her hands, willing it to stop aching in lockstep with her heartbeat.
Inuyasha frowned as he regarded her. “You don’t remember?”
And then it all came back, in a rush, the doubt and desperation and fight, pleading with Sesshoumaru to tell her it wasn’t true – and his adamant refusal to reassure her. The nightmare she wished she’d dreamed was all too real, the pain and hurt and rejection rolling over her in fresh waves as the memories assailed her. She’d been so upset she’d just left him, standing in the middle of the room she’d forcibly broken into, fleeing into the night in search of comfort and commiseration.
She couldn’t remember how she’d ended up at Inuyasha’s place; the entire flight was blind and lost to her now, buried under a barrage of tears and anger. He’d given her just what she sought, however, readily opening his arms to her when she needed it the most. How long had she sat there, burdening him with the range of her emotions, from screaming and shouting to mournful sobbing? And he’d taken it all, so calmly, offering her a comforting shoulder to cry on.
At some point, his flatmate had returned home, and they had decided to move their two-man pity party to a local bar. She remembered finally laughing then, as he’d attempted to distract her with karaoke, daring her to sing cheesy breakup songs. Liberated by the free flowing alcohol, she finally got up and sang, pouring her heart out to the tune of “Song for the Dumped,” a rousing hit with all the lonely singles in the room. Inuyasha rushed the stage, twirling her around, his laughter ringing in her ears –
– and then it was dark, and she was desperate again, pulling at his clothes as he kissed her, the need to feel him inside her clawing at her gut, directing her actions. She was greedy – needy – urgent – insistent. She didn’t care that she was drunk, that she’d walked out on her boyfriend only hours before, or that she’d long ago promised herself she’d not do anything to destroy her friendship with Inuyasha. She needed to feel wanted and desired and loved; she needed the physical act of bonding with another human being, after being pushed away, shut out, and betrayed.
Her face flamed now as she turned away from him, with shame – with regret. Tears welled behind her eyes, only exacerbating the merciless pounding headache from the hangover. What have I done? she wondered wildly, covering her face with her hands.
“I’m sorry!” she burst out, shoulders shaking as she fought to contain her rising panic. Great, just great, she silently berated herself. First you screw things up with Sesshoumaru, and now this. Did I really need a lay bad enough to ruin a friendship?
“I’m not,” Inuyasha replied, once again wrapping his arms around her. He pried her hands away from her face, gently running the pad of one thumb under her eyes to catch her errant tears as he held her steady.
Kagome sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. He was gazing at her with utter adoration, his touch delicate and loving, as if they’d just spent their first night together as newlyweds instead of engaging in a drunken roll in the hay. Her stomach turned as she contemplated him and his actions. How can I tell him it’s a mistake? she asked herself. “I’m sorry to break your heart, Inuyasha, but it was more of an ‘I’m awake and you’re breathing’ thing for me”??
He shook his head, a slow smile curving his lips. “Don’t think like that,” he murmured.
She startled, wondering for a moment if he’d read her mind – or if she’d said those thoughts out loud. “Like what?” she whispered.
He tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear. “You feel guilty about last night,” he mused, “like maybe you were using me to get back at him, or using me for your own ‘selfish’ needs.”
She lowered her eyes, tracing the faint outlines of his abdomen, faintly wondering just how wild she’d gotten last night. It had been a long drought, after all…
He raised her chin. “And I’m telling you, don’t. Don’t feel that way.”
“But – ” she began.
He swept down, capturing her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. “But nothing,” he breathed. “This wasn’t a mistake, Kagome.”
“But our friendship – ” she tried again.
“ – can survive anything,” he interrupted, brushing his mouth against hers. “I want this, Kagome. I want you.”
Her heart seized at his words; the pounding in her head sent prickles of pain down her neck. He made move to kiss her once again, but she pulled away, shaking her head slightly. “I don’t know.”
The hand at her cheek swept back into her hair. “Just think about it,” he said. “We’re good for each other, Kagome, and you know it.”
Suddenly, his embrace felt smothering. She pushed away, moving across the bed. “I should go,” she mumbled, looking around helplessly for her clothes, which had been strewn around the room over the course of the prior evening.
He caught her hand before she could climb off. “Just promise me, you’ll give it some thought?” he asked.
She swallowed convulsively, nodding hesitantly, not trusting herself to speak. He darted forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Go wash up, I’ll find your clothes,” he offered, allowing her to escape to the adjoining bathroom.
She was so quick in her flight that she didn’t see him climb off the bed after her, a satisfied smirk settling over his features as he sat down in front of his computer.
TO: The Heir <s.taisho@taishoenterprises.com>
FROM: The Spare <i.malliard@taishoenterprises.com>
SUBJECT: (no subject)
Checkmate.
~*~
Kagome’s mind reeled as she made the long, shameful journey home. She needed time to process everything that had happened in the last day and a half, and thus she had opted to walk the distance from Inuyasha’s place to her apartment.
The apartment she shared with Sesshoumaru.
Oh, God.
She felt the stares of her fellow pedestrians as she dodged down the sidewalk, self-consciously smoothing her skirt over her legs and wishing she’d had the forethought to grab a coat before storming out yesterday – spring mornings still held a bit of chill in the air. She kept her eyes focused straight ahead as she walked, but couldn’t stop herself from imagining conversations of those around her.
“Mommy, why is that lady so dressed up this early in the day?”
“Because some people make bad decisions, honey.”
Bad decision, indeed! She didn’t know what to be more upset over – her fight with Sesshoumaru, one that had probably effectively ended their relationship; or her conversation with Inuyasha about the future of their relationship. She didn’t quite know how to take Inuyasha’s insistence that she not be ashamed of their night together. No matter how she sliced it, she couldn’t help but feel horrible. She had used him, despite his comments otherwise, taken advantage of his interest in her to fulfill her carnal needs. No one deserved to be treated that way – especially not someone who had turned into such a close confidant.
But he wanted her…and she wanted that, to be desired for who she was instead of what she was. He’d been nothing less than wonderful to her, by her side when she needed him most, cheering her on or shielding her from pain. He made her feel good and light on the inside. Most girls would’ve snapped up such a guy on the first opportunity without looking back.
Her steps slowed as she reached her street. Holy shit, but she did not want to go back to that apartment and face Sesshoumaru. Anger curled through her at the very idea of seeing him again, so stoic and silent while she raged at him, begging him over and over to tell her it wasn’t true, that he wasn’t just with her because of the power she wielded within her family’s company.
But something else propelled her forward, kept her putting one foot in front of the other – and that was the look in his eyes when she left him, a moment of uncloaked anger and distress. It tore at her heart to know she’d been the one to put it there, despite her fury and pain. How long had she worked on him, to break through his icy barriers in order to see the man underneath? He guarded himself so closely that even such a fleeting moment of unbridled emotion piqued her curiosity.
Now that she the time to think about it – he had insisted he wasn’t lying to her, that he wanted the job for reasons other than it merely being a position within her family’s company. He’d sounded so sincere, said it with such conviction and determination – God, she wanted to believe him.
And yet, at the same time – she’d seen this all before, the callous way men used and abused those around them in their quests for power. Sesshoumaru’s father was just like the rest of them, maybe even worse thanks to his outrageous ambition. Her father had sometimes shared stories with the family when she was younger, recounting some of his antics during their encounters. The apple never fell far from the tree, as they say, and if Sesshoumaru was destined to follow in his father’s footsteps, then she wanted nothing to do with him.
She would be no one’s pawn.
She halted as she came to her doorstep. What now? she asked herself.
Could their relationship be salvaged?
Did she even want it to be?
An overwhelming yes rose in her chest as she contemplated that last question. In spite of everything – the lying, the silence, the misdirection from all sides – some little piece of her refused to give up on him. It was the same little piece that brought her back on New Year’s, the same little piece that made her feel loyal to and protective of him (even though he hardly needed either), the same little piece that bombarded her with happy memories of being in his arms, and wishful thinking for so much more.
Truth be told, it was the reason why she felt so horrid about what she’d done to Inuyasha – because, deep down inside, she knew she was already too far gone to be saved; she was head over heels in love with Sesshoumaru, and probably had been from the first moment she’d moved in to his apartment. Somewhere along the way, her playful lust had deepened into something more, and it was the depth of that love that had ravaged her with pain at the very idea of betrayal.
She felt like she was drowning in confusion.
Give him a chance, that little voice told her. Hear him out, and if it’s not to your satisfaction – then just leave and don’t look back.
She nodded once, firmly, before entering the apartment.
She spotted him before she had fully prepared for it, thinking she’d have to meet him on his reclaimed turf. Instead, he sat casually on the sofa in the common room, in profile to the rising sun, a substantial stack of papers resting easily in his lap. She stopped short, involuntarily drawing a breath as her eyes swept over him, looking every inch the ice prince. His beauty was almost ridiculous, really; even his silver hair glittered in the sunlight.
He turned his head when he heard her enter the room, pinning her with his golden gaze, his features set in his usual impassive expression. “Kagome,” he said, his tone even, neutral.
With a rush, it all returned, as if she hadn’t spent the night with another guy, or crying over this one. That same frustrated, needy ache threatened to overwhelm her, turning her knees to jelly even as her breath constricted in her chest. Logically, she knew – she shouldn’t have felt that way; she might not remember all of it, but she damn well knew she’d spent the better part of the previous evening exorcising carnal demons.
But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered as she stood before him now. All that mattered was the truth – and maybe she was ready to hear it now, all of it.
Gathering every shred of nerve she possessed, she moved forward, stopping only when she was at his side.
“What am I to you?” she asked quietly, forcing herself to hold his gaze.
He inclined his head thoughtfully. “I believe you became my ex the moment you slept with my brother,” he replied.
The words sliced straight through her. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her stomach tightening into a sickening knot.
“You were with Inuyasha last night, yes?”
Her brow furrowed. “Why do you think that?”
He handed her the paper from the top of the stack in his lap. “He told me. I suppose he couldn’t resist gloating.”
Her hands became clammy as she glanced over the one-word email Inuyasha had sent him that morning. “This doesn’t prove anything,” she murmured, puzzled.
A thicker stack of papers, this time encased in an olive-colored folder, appeared in her line of vision. “Inuyasha Malliard is the bastard son of my father, the result of an illicit union with a Frenchwoman eighteen years ago,” Sesshoumaru informed her.
Kagome opened the folder, her heart beating rapidly as she glanced over the material – birth certificate, passport, more letters and emails detailing Inuyasha’s entrance into the country and correspondence between his parents. “I don’t believe this,” she breathed, on the edge of tears for the second time that morning.
“There’s more,” Sesshoumaru murmured, drawing her attention to him once again. His mouth was set in a grim line as he eyed the information she held. “My father is positioning him to take over the company that was slated to be my inheritance, if not the entire enterprise, upon his retirement. He has taken many steps towards this goal, some of which I’m only now becoming privy to.” He handed her another set of papers. “Inuyasha has also put in for that position at your family’s company, probably in a bid to thwart me.”
Kagome’s mouth went dry as she glanced over the evidence – more emails and a copy of Inuyasha’s partially filled out application. “Why would you say that he’s only doing this to thwart you?” she choked out, too shocked to contemplate any of the rest of it.
“Because he’s applying everywhere that I am,” Sesshoumaru responded grimly. “It doesn’t matter that he’s too young, or too inexperienced, or lacks the education – he won’t seriously be considered for any of the other posts.” He raised his eyes to hers. “Except yours.”
Kagome felt her entire world crumbling around her. Her hands began to shake as Sesshoumaru added the last pieces to the stack she held before standing himself, crossing his arms over his chest. She stared at him, her breath heavy and raspy, a thin sheen of sweat beading on her forehead as she realized the full consequences of her actions.
Oh, God.
“Can we save this?” she suddenly burst out. “Any of this?”
He frowned as he regarded her. “Is there anything left to save?”
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: Y
Summary: A collection of oneshots & drabbles centered around the fleeting moments in Sesshoumaru's and Kagome's relationship as they fumble towards one another. AU; Serial.
un_love_you Prompt Table here. Prompt for this piece is: #14: “I'm awake and you're breathing.”Title: Distress
Universe: Alternate (modern era)
Rating: Y (citrus)
Word Count: 3083
Pairing: Sesshoumaru/Kagome
Summary: Sesshoumaru drops another bombshell on Kagome.
Author’s Note: #16 in a series. Part 1 | Parts 2-15
Disclaimer: The Inuyasha concept, story, and characters are copyright Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Media.
Kagome jolted awake, blinking rapidly and taking a deep breath. What? she thought drowsily, squeezing her eyes shut against the glare of the sun as it streamed, unfiltered, straight into her eyes. She rubbed her temple, relaxing again as she realized there was no immediate threat. Must’ve been a bad dream, she sighed, tucking her head closer to her chest.
Arms tightened around her waist as she stirred, and she became aware of the solid warmth at her back. She instinctively burrowed closer to it as the other quiet sounds of morning brushed against her senses: the steady ticking of a distant clock, the twirl of a motorized overhead fan, the gentle rush of wind through the open window…
My window’s open? she wondered, fighting the urge to open her eyes and check. But I don’t want to get up and close it…I’ve waited too long for this moment…
A small but insistent pounding sensation began behind her temples, robbing her of whatever extra sleep she might have contemplated. At the same time, she felt a hand drifting lightly over the skin of her stomach, the touch almost ticklish, before settling in soft groove at the underside of her right breast. Warm lips nuzzled her neck, and she couldn’t restrain the sigh of pleasure that escaped.
Yes…
What had she done to make this happen? She wanted to remember for future reference! He’d been so resistant to her advances so far…the last thing she remembered was meeting him at the door in sobs, scared out of her wits after being followed home…it was all a blur after that…
No wonder I’d have anxiety dreams! she thought to herself. And what horrible ones at that – Sesshoumaru betraying me so callously, and out of the blue! Maybe I should stop eating ramen before bed…
“Good morning,” her companion murmured, his breath warm in her ear as his arms tightened around her.
“Mmm,” she breathed, running her hands over his arms, following them over the curve of her body, finally lacing her fingers through his. He chuckled, his body – now intimately nestled against hers – reverberating with the soft sound.
She found her token resistance crumbling as he nipped on her earlobe, and she shifted onto her back, lips upturned for a kiss, visions of being curtained by long silver hair and gazing into the heated golden eyes of her boyfriend filling her mind.
She opened her eyes to greet her lover, and her reality was shattered into thousands of tiny pieces as she found herself staring up into warm brown eyes, framed by tousled waves of dark brown hair.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped, pushing Inuyasha away and sitting up, immediately regretting the sudden reaction as the pounding in her head exploded, pain arcing across her scalp. She gathered the sheets around herself, her face flaming as she searched her scattered memories for an explanation.
“Kagome, relax,” Inuyasha murmured, sitting up beside her and sliding his arms around her shoulders. He kissed her softly, and for a moment she melted into the sensation. As his embrace tightened, however, she pulled away, almost tumbling off the side of the bed in her haste.
“Wh-what am I doing here?” she asked, bracing her head in her hands, willing it to stop aching in lockstep with her heartbeat.
Inuyasha frowned as he regarded her. “You don’t remember?”
And then it all came back, in a rush, the doubt and desperation and fight, pleading with Sesshoumaru to tell her it wasn’t true – and his adamant refusal to reassure her. The nightmare she wished she’d dreamed was all too real, the pain and hurt and rejection rolling over her in fresh waves as the memories assailed her. She’d been so upset she’d just left him, standing in the middle of the room she’d forcibly broken into, fleeing into the night in search of comfort and commiseration.
She couldn’t remember how she’d ended up at Inuyasha’s place; the entire flight was blind and lost to her now, buried under a barrage of tears and anger. He’d given her just what she sought, however, readily opening his arms to her when she needed it the most. How long had she sat there, burdening him with the range of her emotions, from screaming and shouting to mournful sobbing? And he’d taken it all, so calmly, offering her a comforting shoulder to cry on.
At some point, his flatmate had returned home, and they had decided to move their two-man pity party to a local bar. She remembered finally laughing then, as he’d attempted to distract her with karaoke, daring her to sing cheesy breakup songs. Liberated by the free flowing alcohol, she finally got up and sang, pouring her heart out to the tune of “Song for the Dumped,” a rousing hit with all the lonely singles in the room. Inuyasha rushed the stage, twirling her around, his laughter ringing in her ears –
– and then it was dark, and she was desperate again, pulling at his clothes as he kissed her, the need to feel him inside her clawing at her gut, directing her actions. She was greedy – needy – urgent – insistent. She didn’t care that she was drunk, that she’d walked out on her boyfriend only hours before, or that she’d long ago promised herself she’d not do anything to destroy her friendship with Inuyasha. She needed to feel wanted and desired and loved; she needed the physical act of bonding with another human being, after being pushed away, shut out, and betrayed.
Her face flamed now as she turned away from him, with shame – with regret. Tears welled behind her eyes, only exacerbating the merciless pounding headache from the hangover. What have I done? she wondered wildly, covering her face with her hands.
“I’m sorry!” she burst out, shoulders shaking as she fought to contain her rising panic. Great, just great, she silently berated herself. First you screw things up with Sesshoumaru, and now this. Did I really need a lay bad enough to ruin a friendship?
“I’m not,” Inuyasha replied, once again wrapping his arms around her. He pried her hands away from her face, gently running the pad of one thumb under her eyes to catch her errant tears as he held her steady.
Kagome sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. He was gazing at her with utter adoration, his touch delicate and loving, as if they’d just spent their first night together as newlyweds instead of engaging in a drunken roll in the hay. Her stomach turned as she contemplated him and his actions. How can I tell him it’s a mistake? she asked herself. “I’m sorry to break your heart, Inuyasha, but it was more of an ‘I’m awake and you’re breathing’ thing for me”??
He shook his head, a slow smile curving his lips. “Don’t think like that,” he murmured.
She startled, wondering for a moment if he’d read her mind – or if she’d said those thoughts out loud. “Like what?” she whispered.
He tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear. “You feel guilty about last night,” he mused, “like maybe you were using me to get back at him, or using me for your own ‘selfish’ needs.”
She lowered her eyes, tracing the faint outlines of his abdomen, faintly wondering just how wild she’d gotten last night. It had been a long drought, after all…
He raised her chin. “And I’m telling you, don’t. Don’t feel that way.”
“But – ” she began.
He swept down, capturing her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. “But nothing,” he breathed. “This wasn’t a mistake, Kagome.”
“But our friendship – ” she tried again.
“ – can survive anything,” he interrupted, brushing his mouth against hers. “I want this, Kagome. I want you.”
Her heart seized at his words; the pounding in her head sent prickles of pain down her neck. He made move to kiss her once again, but she pulled away, shaking her head slightly. “I don’t know.”
The hand at her cheek swept back into her hair. “Just think about it,” he said. “We’re good for each other, Kagome, and you know it.”
Suddenly, his embrace felt smothering. She pushed away, moving across the bed. “I should go,” she mumbled, looking around helplessly for her clothes, which had been strewn around the room over the course of the prior evening.
He caught her hand before she could climb off. “Just promise me, you’ll give it some thought?” he asked.
She swallowed convulsively, nodding hesitantly, not trusting herself to speak. He darted forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Go wash up, I’ll find your clothes,” he offered, allowing her to escape to the adjoining bathroom.
She was so quick in her flight that she didn’t see him climb off the bed after her, a satisfied smirk settling over his features as he sat down in front of his computer.
TO: The Heir <s.taisho@taishoenterprises.com>
FROM: The Spare <i.malliard@taishoenterprises.com>
SUBJECT: (no subject)
Checkmate.
Kagome’s mind reeled as she made the long, shameful journey home. She needed time to process everything that had happened in the last day and a half, and thus she had opted to walk the distance from Inuyasha’s place to her apartment.
The apartment she shared with Sesshoumaru.
Oh, God.
She felt the stares of her fellow pedestrians as she dodged down the sidewalk, self-consciously smoothing her skirt over her legs and wishing she’d had the forethought to grab a coat before storming out yesterday – spring mornings still held a bit of chill in the air. She kept her eyes focused straight ahead as she walked, but couldn’t stop herself from imagining conversations of those around her.
“Mommy, why is that lady so dressed up this early in the day?”
“Because some people make bad decisions, honey.”
Bad decision, indeed! She didn’t know what to be more upset over – her fight with Sesshoumaru, one that had probably effectively ended their relationship; or her conversation with Inuyasha about the future of their relationship. She didn’t quite know how to take Inuyasha’s insistence that she not be ashamed of their night together. No matter how she sliced it, she couldn’t help but feel horrible. She had used him, despite his comments otherwise, taken advantage of his interest in her to fulfill her carnal needs. No one deserved to be treated that way – especially not someone who had turned into such a close confidant.
But he wanted her…and she wanted that, to be desired for who she was instead of what she was. He’d been nothing less than wonderful to her, by her side when she needed him most, cheering her on or shielding her from pain. He made her feel good and light on the inside. Most girls would’ve snapped up such a guy on the first opportunity without looking back.
Her steps slowed as she reached her street. Holy shit, but she did not want to go back to that apartment and face Sesshoumaru. Anger curled through her at the very idea of seeing him again, so stoic and silent while she raged at him, begging him over and over to tell her it wasn’t true, that he wasn’t just with her because of the power she wielded within her family’s company.
But something else propelled her forward, kept her putting one foot in front of the other – and that was the look in his eyes when she left him, a moment of uncloaked anger and distress. It tore at her heart to know she’d been the one to put it there, despite her fury and pain. How long had she worked on him, to break through his icy barriers in order to see the man underneath? He guarded himself so closely that even such a fleeting moment of unbridled emotion piqued her curiosity.
Now that she the time to think about it – he had insisted he wasn’t lying to her, that he wanted the job for reasons other than it merely being a position within her family’s company. He’d sounded so sincere, said it with such conviction and determination – God, she wanted to believe him.
And yet, at the same time – she’d seen this all before, the callous way men used and abused those around them in their quests for power. Sesshoumaru’s father was just like the rest of them, maybe even worse thanks to his outrageous ambition. Her father had sometimes shared stories with the family when she was younger, recounting some of his antics during their encounters. The apple never fell far from the tree, as they say, and if Sesshoumaru was destined to follow in his father’s footsteps, then she wanted nothing to do with him.
She would be no one’s pawn.
She halted as she came to her doorstep. What now? she asked herself.
Could their relationship be salvaged?
Did she even want it to be?
An overwhelming yes rose in her chest as she contemplated that last question. In spite of everything – the lying, the silence, the misdirection from all sides – some little piece of her refused to give up on him. It was the same little piece that brought her back on New Year’s, the same little piece that made her feel loyal to and protective of him (even though he hardly needed either), the same little piece that bombarded her with happy memories of being in his arms, and wishful thinking for so much more.
Truth be told, it was the reason why she felt so horrid about what she’d done to Inuyasha – because, deep down inside, she knew she was already too far gone to be saved; she was head over heels in love with Sesshoumaru, and probably had been from the first moment she’d moved in to his apartment. Somewhere along the way, her playful lust had deepened into something more, and it was the depth of that love that had ravaged her with pain at the very idea of betrayal.
She felt like she was drowning in confusion.
Give him a chance, that little voice told her. Hear him out, and if it’s not to your satisfaction – then just leave and don’t look back.
She nodded once, firmly, before entering the apartment.
She spotted him before she had fully prepared for it, thinking she’d have to meet him on his reclaimed turf. Instead, he sat casually on the sofa in the common room, in profile to the rising sun, a substantial stack of papers resting easily in his lap. She stopped short, involuntarily drawing a breath as her eyes swept over him, looking every inch the ice prince. His beauty was almost ridiculous, really; even his silver hair glittered in the sunlight.
He turned his head when he heard her enter the room, pinning her with his golden gaze, his features set in his usual impassive expression. “Kagome,” he said, his tone even, neutral.
With a rush, it all returned, as if she hadn’t spent the night with another guy, or crying over this one. That same frustrated, needy ache threatened to overwhelm her, turning her knees to jelly even as her breath constricted in her chest. Logically, she knew – she shouldn’t have felt that way; she might not remember all of it, but she damn well knew she’d spent the better part of the previous evening exorcising carnal demons.
But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered as she stood before him now. All that mattered was the truth – and maybe she was ready to hear it now, all of it.
Gathering every shred of nerve she possessed, she moved forward, stopping only when she was at his side.
“What am I to you?” she asked quietly, forcing herself to hold his gaze.
He inclined his head thoughtfully. “I believe you became my ex the moment you slept with my brother,” he replied.
The words sliced straight through her. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her stomach tightening into a sickening knot.
“You were with Inuyasha last night, yes?”
Her brow furrowed. “Why do you think that?”
He handed her the paper from the top of the stack in his lap. “He told me. I suppose he couldn’t resist gloating.”
Her hands became clammy as she glanced over the one-word email Inuyasha had sent him that morning. “This doesn’t prove anything,” she murmured, puzzled.
A thicker stack of papers, this time encased in an olive-colored folder, appeared in her line of vision. “Inuyasha Malliard is the bastard son of my father, the result of an illicit union with a Frenchwoman eighteen years ago,” Sesshoumaru informed her.
Kagome opened the folder, her heart beating rapidly as she glanced over the material – birth certificate, passport, more letters and emails detailing Inuyasha’s entrance into the country and correspondence between his parents. “I don’t believe this,” she breathed, on the edge of tears for the second time that morning.
“There’s more,” Sesshoumaru murmured, drawing her attention to him once again. His mouth was set in a grim line as he eyed the information she held. “My father is positioning him to take over the company that was slated to be my inheritance, if not the entire enterprise, upon his retirement. He has taken many steps towards this goal, some of which I’m only now becoming privy to.” He handed her another set of papers. “Inuyasha has also put in for that position at your family’s company, probably in a bid to thwart me.”
Kagome’s mouth went dry as she glanced over the evidence – more emails and a copy of Inuyasha’s partially filled out application. “Why would you say that he’s only doing this to thwart you?” she choked out, too shocked to contemplate any of the rest of it.
“Because he’s applying everywhere that I am,” Sesshoumaru responded grimly. “It doesn’t matter that he’s too young, or too inexperienced, or lacks the education – he won’t seriously be considered for any of the other posts.” He raised his eyes to hers. “Except yours.”
Kagome felt her entire world crumbling around her. Her hands began to shake as Sesshoumaru added the last pieces to the stack she held before standing himself, crossing his arms over his chest. She stared at him, her breath heavy and raspy, a thin sheen of sweat beading on her forehead as she realized the full consequences of her actions.
Oh, God.
“Can we save this?” she suddenly burst out. “Any of this?”
He frowned as he regarded her. “Is there anything left to save?”
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Oh my freakin' GOD! This is better than any soap opera I've ever watched! I read this entire thing with wide eyes and biting my fingernails. Ooooo, Inuyasha is such a...a...he's-argh!
I can't wait for the next installment. *jumps up excitedly*
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o.O LOL, not exactly the reaction I was hoping for when I first dreamed up this little twist, but I'll take it I guess! :P
I read this entire thing with wide eyes and biting my fingernails. Ooooo, Inuyasha is such a...a...he's-argh!
The email sealed it, didn't it? Heh, I have to admit, that's my favorite part of the first section. I almost left it there, too, but decided you guys had suffered enough with short entries and horrible cliffhangers.
And I haveta ask - did you see any of the events in this piece coming? I want to know how much I suck at foreshadowing :P
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I sorta had a feeling that something major was going to happen with Inuyasha, but wasn't sure what. At the beginning of the chapter though, I just knew.
Still geeking out over it, lol!
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LOL, when I finished that part, I literally thought, "I could post this and use another prompt for the second section...but these people would literally reach through the screen and throttle me if I did that!" :P
At the beginning of the chapter though, I just knew.
Interesting. I was at a loss of how to begin the chapter to make sure it came across as a surprise to Kagome as well as the reader. When it comes to layered misdirection, I'm still a bit of an amateur, LOL.
Still, to know and have that sinking feeling of having your suspicions confirmed right before your eyes is also a feat in and of itself, hehe.
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O.o
Woahhhhh...
So much DRAMA OMG OMG...
Nooooo I don't want InuYasha to be ebil... oooh and Sesshoumaru's pissed, it seems (lol *wink* is always kind of hard to tell with him) but then again, both of them have a right to be.
That last line, though...
OMG...
*is on edge of seat*
I NEED MOAR AFORE I FALL OFF.
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So much DRAMA OMG OMG...
Nooooo I don't want InuYasha to be ebil...
And again let me beat the old drum: not everything is as it appears :)
And I haveta ask - did you see any of the events in this piece coming? I want to know how much I suck at foreshadowing :P
oooh and Sesshoumaru's pissed, it seems (lol *wink* is always kind of hard to tell with him) but then again, both of them have a right to be.
Yes, this section is very much channeling a bit of personal rage I had about a month ago, and the only way I eventually calmed down was by saying, "LOL this is totally how Sesshoumaru's gonna react when Kagome confronts him - and he knows that revenge is a dish best served cold :D"
It just wouldn't be like him to get all ragey and fly off the handle. He'd be cold, calm, and calculating, especially given time to contemplate things.
That last line, though...
OMG...
*is on edge of seat*
I NEED MOAR AFORE I FALL OFF.
I almost cut this chapter off at the end of the first section - so you're welcome! :P
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Then again - don't use me as an accurate representation of proper foreshadowing! There are a few things I guessed about the final Harry Potter book by book three.
And there are things in book SIX, where things got OBVIOUS, that when RIGHT O'ER MAH HEAD.
My ability to be so incredibly sharp-eyed and yet so incredibly oblivious actually impresses me moar every day.
Yes, this section is very much channeling a bit of personal rage I had about a month ago, and the only way I eventually calmed down was by saying, "LOL this is totally how Sesshoumaru's gonna react when Kagome confronts him - and he knows that revenge is a dish best served cold :D"
Mmmmm, real life. Isn't it great to subject your characters to it? You don't suffer alone! ^_^
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And again let me beat the old drum: not everything is as it appears :)
I continue to cross my fingers and hope that while InuYasha is kind of a jerk (which he is canonically), I know you don't destroy characters so I'm guessing he's also appreciative of Kagome's friendship, and does actually like her, too.
There's also the whole, if he gets Kagome, that's one more thing he could have over Sesshoumaru...
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Then again - don't use me as an accurate representation of proper foreshadowing!
Oh, I think that's going to be a general question to reviewers this time around if they don't comment on it in their reviews. I've had this twist planned for at least five chapters, if not more, so I was really trying to double and triple check my work before posting it. I wanted that first part to be a total and complete shock to everyone, including Kagome :P
As for the outing - when someone commented on my last chapter with a "glad you didn't have Sesshoumaru tell her about Inuyasha cause she'd never believe him" I was all "HOSHIT o.O" on the inside - but I knew this was where it was going to happen, and how it was going to happen. I'm rather pleased it came at the exact middle of the story, too, but that wasn't planned, LOL.
Mmmmm, real life. Isn't it great to subject your characters to it? You don't suffer alone! ^_^
It was such a ridiculous thought when it occurred to me that it kinda immediately set me at ease and allowed me to laugh at the situation (which was very much not teh funny). So, in a way, it kinda saved my sanity :P
Fanfiction as catharsis - I can dig it!
I continue to cross my fingers and hope that while InuYasha is kind of a jerk (which he is canonically), I know you don't destroy characters so I'm guessing he's also appreciative of Kagome's friendship, and does actually like her, too.
There's also the whole, if he gets Kagome, that's one more thing he could have over Sesshoumaru...
I shall neither confirm nor deny if you're on the right back, only say that it's good to know he is still very much an unreliable entity :)
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ROFL Well you certainly had me there.
I pretty much jaw-dropped "OMG NO SHE DIDN'T!"
I shall neither confirm nor deny if you're on the right back, only say that it's good to know he is still very much an unreliable entity :)
*bites nails**scoots up on chair*
*falls on ground*
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I pretty much jaw-dropped "OMG NO SHE DIDN'T!"
Awesome! :) Pulling twists on you guys is tough business, let me tell you - you're all too smart for me sometimes :P
*bites nails**scoots up on chair*
*falls on ground*
LOL!! There are still plenty of chances for twists ahead - I'm only halfway through the table. Please to not be dying on me before I get to the end!!
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But you do it so WELL!
(and even then, you're one of the most evil cliff-hanger-ers I've ever read!)
Please to not be dying on me before I get to the end!!
*looks down* I think I'm gonna need a bigger chair.
Mebbe a couch. Or one of those super comfee loungers!
Oooohhhhhh that has possibilities!
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I'm biting my nails to the quick just as much as you guys, hoping I've pulled the wool over your eyes - so don't think you're the only ones who suffer!
(and even then, you're one of the most evil cliff-hanger-ers I've ever read!)
LOL, I'm sorry!! It's because I suck at endings :-/ I have to leave things ambiguous for my own sanity, because I'm never satisfied with the closed endings I ever come up with.
*looks down* I think I'm gonna need a bigger chair.
Mebbe a couch. Or one of those super comfee loungers!
Oooohhhhhh that has possibilities!
*eyes you suspiciously*
Please to not be falling asleep on me, either! That's certainly no way to get me to ease up on the evil cliffhangers! :P
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Oh no! I'll be good! I just need a loooong lounger of goodness so the edge of my seat is farther away! *nodsnods* I'm gonna bruise mah tailbone with the ebil cliffhangers of dooooooom and anxiety!
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(And I haveta ask - did you see any of the events in this piece coming? I want to know how much I suck at foreshadowing :P)
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I'd jump out the window! This was so righteous
Hehe, well thank you :) It's been a long time coming, and I was happy to be inspired to work on it, finally.
Nothing like letting everything go to hell to really put things in perspective, is there? I've always been interested in this "walk of shame" phenomenon and this is kinda the ultimate walk of shame, LOL. No half-assing for our girl!
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Wow, really? Your surprise is my surprise, hehe! Sesshoumaru going all Ice Lord on her just seems logical for me. Or were you surprised he outed Inuyasha here, at the expense of his relationship?
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Its interesting that you guys see it this way, as that wasn't my intention when writing the scene - I was going for a "revenge is a dish best served cold" sorta vibe, not really trying to make him seem hateful and spiteful.
Maybe I should ask questions of my readers more often, because this is definitely enlightening!
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Welcome to my version of a pissed off Sesshoumaru, LOL! :) He doesn't get mad - he gets even!
RE: Foreshadowing
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Well, at least part of it was surprising :) It's hard for me to gauge how much of a twist it is for the readers when I have it plotted out so far ahead in my brain - kinda like I'm too close to the source, you know? It makes sense for these things to be happening in my mind, but I'm not sure how it looks to everyone outside my headspace, LOL.
I'm also at a loss as to where Kags and Sessh will go from here. Sess's father and Inuyasha have done a pretty good job of dividing and conquering. Sesshoumaru's line at the end of this chapter is absolutely heartbreaking.
Well, all I can say is that not everything is exactly as it seems. Where there's a will, there's a way.
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LOL, you think he'd be anything other than obstinate in this situation? He has his pride (and his sense of entitlement), after all. And, thanks for the note regarding inheritance law. Really, all of this brouhaha about inheriting companies to show Sesshoumaru's sense of entitlement (just like in the manga re: Tessaiga) and how he feel threatened by Inuyasha's presence in his family and the tenuous place he holds in his father's affections. Their father certainly realizes he can do whatever the hell he wants with his businesses, as is evidenced by how he's gathered them together, LOL.
Now he just wants to get back at Inuyasha. Kagome just wanted him, all he can think about is showing her what a mistake she made with Inuyasha.
Not necessarily. More of what I had in mind for this scene was the juxtaposition of how each of them present accusations of the other to her. Inuyasha just told her his 'suspicions,' but had no way to back them up - he played on the emotional turmoil she was already going through. Sesshoumaru, on the other hand, came well prepared, proof in hand, to show - not just tell - her his side of the story. He learned his lesson from their blowup confrontation; now its a matter of seeing if Inuyasha can do the same.
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I'm currently warring with my academic brain and my rather depressed muses. I have an idea, and most of it 'sketched out' in my mind, so its a matter of getting enough work done otherwise to really have the time to devote to this.
And thanks for your comments on the back chapters - I did have to smile when you were like, "ooh, I can read two chapters a night!" and then all, "screw this! it's too good, gotta read it all now!" LOL :D
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