Don't Leave
All standard disclaimers apply.
A Short Story by bittersweet-memory that was originally planned as a one shot but had too much to put into just one chapter.
Summary: AU, OOC. Regrets are hardest to bear when one realizes they could have been avoided. Now all they have left are awkward silences and memories of what was and the enticing possibilities of what MIGHT have been.
Couple: Read and find out
Chapter One
Inuyasha Taisho tapped his long fingers against the impeccable shine of his hard, oak desk.
She was late.
He resisted the urge to run his fingers through his long silver hair and instead focused his attention on the intimidating wooden doors that marked the entrance into his office, as if glaring at them would make her appear.
He wondered how she'd look. They hadn't seen each other in over 2 years after all, both by mutual choice and avoidance. But he still remembered the scent of her, lavender and something that was unidentifiable but definitely smelled like home.
There were times he missed her so much it hurt.
However, what happened that night, in the beauty of the place she'd once called home, he had foolishly insured that she would one day walk out of his life and into someone else's arms.
In the "almost quiet" of the room, where the only sounds heard were the ticking of the clock and the aforementioned tapping of his fingers, Inuyasha began to recall just how it came to this...
The sound of an unidentifiable something crashing against the wall was almost unheard under the thunder of voices that were arguing.
"Dammit Inuyasha! You promised last time it wouldn't happen again! You promised! And then I come here and find this."
Her beautiful brown eyes were shiny with the sheen of tears she refused to shed.
She'd spent most of her married life crying over him, she'd be damned if she shed anymore tears.
His molten golden gaze, which had just yesterday looked at her with something akin to desire now blazed with anger and, to her increasing ire, a touch of amusement.
"Well obviously I lied sweetheart. I told you when this all began," he used both of his hands to illustrate what he thought of the term married, "that this would be a marriage in name only."
Inuyasha almost roared at the injustice of it all now. He replayed that scene over and over in his memory.
If he had only taken the time to listen to Miroku that morning...
"Listen to me Inuyasha, Naraku is planning something. I know he is! He just had that look about him last night."
Inuyasha, caught up in the euphoria that was becoming habit, merely looked on dazedly.
Miroku shook him to get his attention and when that didn't work, gave him as gentle a push to reality as he could....
By dumping what was left of his hot coffee on the lap of his "beloved" friend.
"Damn that's hot!"
Ignoring his business partner's frantic attempt to cool himself off, Miroku went on without missing a beat.
"Like I was saying, I think he's planning on setting you up, man. So I'd watch out if I were you."
Inuyasha smirked.
"Keh, like I can't handle him..."
Miroku's violet eyes only looked more worried.
Miroku had every reason to worry. That afternoon, Kikyou (who had never quite gotten over Inuyasha after he dumped her) took advantage of his "white-knight" complex and under Narakus instructions, went to his house, drugged him and staged a scene that Inuyasha could only bitterly call "brilliant".
"Inuyasha! Inuyasha!"
The hanyou in question rubbed the sleep from his eyes and wondered why the ringing in his head wouldnt go away. He then spent the next few seconds taking in his surroundings.
Apparently, he was so bone tired, he didnt remember taking himself to bed. Everything seemed to be normal... clothes strewn on the floor, Kagome at the door, a girl in his bed...
Wait.
If Kagome wasnt the girl in his bed, then who the hell was she?
He shook a porcelain shoulder and looked into the waking face of Kikyou Yashiro. His ex. Kagome's sister.
Oh hell.
