A/N: I really need to stop listening to all of this corny music, it keeps giving me all kinds of story ideas, and I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. I was listening to Best Friend by J. Cole, and it sorta brought on a new story idea. So here it is.
I know it's pretty rough and it still needs a lot of work. But I just needed to get this chapter out, because the more I listen to the damn song, the more I want to write this story! Tell me what you think of it. If no one likes it or wants me to continue, I'll probably just delete it. I only wrote this because the damn song was getting on my nerves so much, and it was like some kind of force forcing me to get up off my lazy ass and write something that had to go with this song.
This was comepletely inspired by the song and a few experiences, and that's it. But yeah, tell me what you think. Critisicm is very much appreciated if needed. Like I said, if no one likes it or thinks of it as too similar to the story I mentioned, or any other story, then yeah, I'll take it down.
A/N: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters I used to make this story. I own nothing but my ideas.
All I Need
Chapter One: Complications
She'd heard these words so many times before, from so many people besides the person who was speaking lividly on the other end of the line.
Kagome Higurashi breathed a loud sigh into the phone as she continued to listen to her best friend babbling on about what she should be doing with her life. She respected Sango, she looked up to her. She was her rock, her support when things got too hard. But sometimes, she regretted telling her such things. She had hoped that the loud sigh that she let escape her pretty lips would be enough to make Sango realize that she didn't want to talk about this, about him anymore, but did Sango Kobayashi ever listen? No.
She wouldn't shut up. She let out another hopeless sigh, blocking out all of her words. Maybe the words were supposed to be for her own good, but they hurt. Her cell phone lit up and her eyes widened the slightest bit in interest, looking down at the words splayed across the screen of the device.
'I'll be there soon.'
She couldn't help the tiny smile that began pulling at the corners of her pink lips or the warm feeling that took over her stomach. However, the feelings were disturbed and quickly evaporated at the sound of Sango's angry voice on the other end.
"Are you even listening to me, Kagome?" the voice on the end of the line screeched, causing Kagome to wince and pull the receiver away from her ear while Sango continued to rant.
How badly she wanted to just hang up.
"You need him out of your life," the voice was considerably a bit lower than it was before, and then there was a pause. She held her breath for a second, and when a few more seconds went by, she almost let out a sigh of relief. Almost. The voice picked up again, and Kagome let out a groan which apparently went unnoticed by Sango. "He's bad for you, and I'm telling you, he's only there to fuck you up," Sango paused again and sighed as if she understood but she never did. "You have your whole life ahead of you. You're fucking nineteen, fucking young. Two more years of college, Kagome. And him, he's twenty two and he's never had to fight for anything."
Kagome sighed and closed her eyes, trying to block out the burn the words left. "Sango, I really want-"
"Wanting is what children do," Sango interrupted sternly. "Like I was saying, he's never had to work for anything his whole life. He's never fought for anything. He's always took. Taking is for ruined men, and yes, he's definitely ruined. He smokes, he drinks, he fucks around."
No, she never got mad at her friend. How could she? Sango knew everything, because she cried to her about it all. But this time, she wasn't going to say 'you and him are going to be okay'. It was different.
Still, she tried to convince her otherwise. "Sango, those pictures were nothing."
Sango sighed. "But they were, Kagome. They were so much more than nothing. They were the truth, and you can't deny it. Why do you still stay with him, give him over a million chances? He's not worth it Kagome, he never was."
Sango made bad images pop into her head, things she'd rather not remember. It all hurt so bad, and the pain still felt fresh. All the girls he'd slept with before her, all the pictures she'd seen, all the alcohol he'd gotten into, all the trouble he'd gotten into.
"He doesn't give a fuck about you."
Kagome sighed.
"Do you want the truth?" Sango asked, and Kagome could tell that she was trying to help, not make her feel as bad as she did. But still, it hurt and there was nothing that she could really do about it.
"I don't," Kagome said truthfully. "But go ahead."
She always learned to brace herself from the dead truth behind Sango's words, but there was no use, because it hurt all the same.
"You're just another girl to him."
…And it wasn't the first time she'd heard those words.
People had said that to her many times before, but she never got used to the feeling it brought along. It was something more than pain, more than emotional pain and physical pain at the same time. Her stupid, stupid heart beating rapidly with anxiety and some kind of hopefulness that words simply could not explain, had learned to ignore the words, but her head hadn't. And what she thought, what these words made her think, meant everything. The mind was so much easier to convince than the heart. Somewhere along the way, she'd gotten the idea that her heart knew what was right for her. But her heart didn't know shit if it was the cause for this fucking…hurt.
Every single time…the truth was in her voice when she said, You're just another girl to him.
She couldn't stop pain from hitting her like a train every single time those brash words were spoken, and before she could stop herself, her back was against the soft mattress of her bed, one hand splayed out across the mattress while the other supported the phone that she desperately wanted to throw at one of the four walls in her hand. She closed her eyes, happy for once that Sango was silent. And so she began to ease the words out of her mind, guarding herself from anymore pain. She wanted to wrap her arms around herself like he did. She couldn't make herself feel safe like he did, though, or make all the pain go away like he did. No one could, and she was suddenly tempted to hang up on Sango so she could see him so he could prove every single fucking word that her friend had uttered wrong. Only he could make her believe in love, over and over and over again.
No one understood.
He'd be here soon anyway, and she didn't know how she should react.
Being in college called for lots of study, lots of knowledge, so it had been a week since she'd seen him. She always ignored his complaints of having a college girlfriend. But with wanting to be a doctor and all, study was required, and she did wish she had more time for him, but she wasn't stupid enough to put him before her studies or what she wanted to do with her life.
Finally, she opened her eyes, a smile still on her face from the image of him in her mind.
"Are you here?" she questioned into the phone, expecting or either hoping not to hear an answer.
Then she heard a sigh, and it drug a sigh out of her. "That's all you have to say, Kagome?"
Kagome sighed, Sango was killing her mood. "I've got to go. I've got studying to do, so I'll call you back later today, alright?"
"He's coming over again, isn't he?" Sango asked curiously, and she sighed when Kagome didn't say anything back. Sango growled lightly, and for a second, Kagome thought she was going to hang up, but she didn't. She simply opened her mouth to speak through the receiver again, her voice surprisingly calm. "Don't bother calling back later on today. I care about you more than anything, but if you want to ruin yourself and your life by being with him, that's all on you. I've done everything that I possibly could to stop you from doing this, but it's just not working, you know? I'm not giving you any sympathy. Wasn't that the whole reason you called, anyway? You saw him smiling and talking with one of his whores? That's your fault, Kagome. You can't keep loving someone who doesn't love you back. Goodbye."
Before Kagome could say anything back, Sango had hung up. It didn't bring any feeling of relief as she had expected it too, but it brought along some sense of loss. She closed her eyes again and let out a deep sigh, bringing her fingers up to rub her temples softly. Sango had given her a headache.
Just because Miroku did that to her, didn't mean that Inu- …
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a knock door of her dorm.
Her heart beat quickened, and she raised herself onto her unsteady feet, hobbling over to the door. She pulled the door knob open, and she couldn't help the smile that pulled the corners of her mouth upwards. Before she could stop herself, her arms were swung around his neck, his arms swinging around her waist.
"Inuyasha," she whispered softly, not even caring to notice that the pain of Sango's words had left once she saw his face. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, wench," the truth in his words warmed her stomach, comforting her.
She pulled away, her brown eyes catching onto his gold as she did so. That's what she loved most about him, besides the triangular dog ears that were perched on his head. His eyes reminded her of the sun, the way they melted her from inside-out. She loved the shine the amber orbs got whenever he looked at her, it made her feel like she was more than just a toy to him, or whatever he called her.
She didn't know exactly how they'd standed each other for this long. He was so mean and she heard people say that she was like an angel, but opposites went together, didn't they? Sure, he was beyond gorgeous, but that wasn't what attracted her the most about him. She'd met him back when she was sixteen and he was nineteen. Three whole years. Inuyasha had a record for being a heartbreaker, but he had never did anything to hurt her purposely. At least, she hoped he wouldn't. But after all, they didn't exactly have a relationship. All their 'relationship' consisted of was him driving her around, comforting her, her comforting him, taking care of each other, and sex. And that was about it, and most of the time she had to call herself stupid whenever she found herself wondering what it'd be like to have something more than just sex.
What she liked most about him was his personality. He hadn't liked her at first, and she didn't like him either. He'd called her annoying and other names that she'd rather not mention. But then again, they had ended up meeting over the summer since their best friends had been dating.
He pressed his lips against hers, and she couldn't help the whimper that escaped her lips as he did so. His arms were encircled around her waist tightly, holding her small frame close to his built one. She squeaked when his large, rough hands squeezed her bottom, and reluctantly, she broke away from the kiss and pulled away from him, panting.
"Not here, Inuyasha," she spoke quietly.
Inuyasha could be a childish brat at times, especially when it came to sex. Other times, he was a man. Her man, she liked to think sometimes despite the fact that it wasn't true at all. A small smile tugged at her lips when he pouted and swooped down to feel her lips against his once more. He pulled away a bit, causing her to let out another whimper. It was the feelings his mere presence bought on…
His sneaky, talented tongue was demanding entrance, so with a muffled sigh against his mouth, she placed her palms on his chest to push him away, and she wanted to roll her eyes when he didn't budge. Finally, she fought against him like she really didn't want this, like she really wanted to stop, but the gods knew that wasn't what she wanted to do. "Rin will be back here soon," she warned him, a serious look in her brown eyes. Rin was her roommate, and was her closest friend next to Sango. "And I still have to study."
Psychology was hard, after all.
"You've been studying all week," he responded, a bit of anger clear in his voice. "Can't you at least take a bit of time out of studying for me?" He questioned, a smirk on his lips.
Sango's words chose this time to pop back into her head.
Those pictures she had seen on his phone, those pictures of other girls, so much more prettier and developed than her. Those text messages she had snuck and saw. The things he told other girls. She couldn't tell him, she knew that he'd get mad, tell her that he gave her privacy, so he needed privacy. That was always his excuse, and it always hurt.
But then again, what exactly were her and Inuyasha? Fuck buddies? She desperately wanted to be more. He was so stupid. She knew he didn't want her to love him, but if he really didn't, why did he have to kiss her like that, hold her like that? He was stupid. Boys were stupid. Love was stupid.
And the idea of being in love with him terrified her but she was sure it was true.
Sometimes, she hated his ability to sense what was wrong with her. He leaned closer to her, and then his nose was buried into her neck, inhaling the scent of her that he claimed to love so much. Of course, she was an idiot for tilting her head back slightly when he began kissing her neck. His hot tongue swept across the creamy skin of her neck, and she moaned, her betraying hands running through his long, soft, silky main of hair until they reached the dog ears that were perched atop of his head, making him groan.
She had to stop, restrain herself, because maybe if she didn't, he'd just keep using her as a sex object, as a whore. And she wasn't a whore, she wasn't like the other girls that he associated with. Sango's words were so true, and she couldn't love him. No.
"Stop, Yasha," she panted out, almost angrily.
He growled, and she groaned. Great, she'd officially pissed him off. "No," he said simply. "I haven't seen you all week, Kagome. Do you know how hard it's been, not being able to taste you, feel you?" her face was red with aggitation and need for him by now, and it turned even redder when he breathed into her ear, "You want me too. I can smell it on you, wench. I'm a half demon...I know these kinds of things. You fucking want me."
He began to use his fangs, lightly nibbling on her neck. Careful not to mate her, he was always so careful, especially during intimacy. When both of their worlds shattered during that time, when he bought both of them up so high, and when they called out each other's name, and when the moment was so intense and when they were reckless, he made sure that his mouth was nowhere near her neck.
He mated no one because he loved no one.
Hell, she didn't even know if they had a relationship.
"Inuyasha Takahashi," she hissed, using his full name, pulling away so she could stop him from making anymore fresh hickeys appear on her neck. Only the gods know of the many times she had to ask Rin if she could use her make-up to cover them up. "Stop this, right now! I told you, Rin's going to be here soon, I need to study, and I'm tired."
He growled, still not pulling away from her. His breath was warm on her neck, and like always, he made goose bumps appear on her fragile skin. "I haven't seen you all week. Why are you acting like this?"
She debated whether telling him or not, but it bothered her immensely.
She sat down on the way too small dorm bed, fumbling with her hands and looking down at her lap, almost afraid to look up at him, and definitely afraid to tell him. She shouldn't care, and who he decided to kiss, who he decided to tell that he loved him, that was all on him and it shouldn't upset her like it had been doing for the past week. He shouldn't be of her concern, and she knew that more than anything, but you can't help what you feel.
"Sango said…she said that she saw you about three days ago," Kagome started hesitantly, looking into those sun-lit eyes, watching them as the confusion swarmed around in them. One dark brow was raised as he looked at her. His face was set so it'd look like he didn't care, but his eyes, she saw everything in them. He was definitely confused, and it was almost like he was wondering why it mattered to her. "It doesn't really matter, but she said that the girl you were with…she was really pretty. Who was she, Yasha?"
He growled, and muttered something along the lines that sounded like, "Why was she even watching me, anyway?" but Kagome ignored it, her breath catching in her throat when he walked over to where she sat and got down, his knees pressed to the floor, and his eyes leveled with hers. Her eyes were wide and she didn't notice it, and she didn't care as he brought his rough hands up to her soft skin, looking at her earnestly.
"Does the idea of me with someone else, besides you, bother you, Kagome?" he asked her softly.
It surprised her, and she pulled away from his touch.
"N-no," she stuttered, her eyes going downcast to watch her hands as they fumbled with her tank-top. "I just…I just wanted to know who she was."
He almost smiled to himself. "It bothers you."
She felt so stupid when he said that, and even stupider when he let out a sigh, and she felt like the stupidest person in the world when he leaned forward so his lips could mesh with hers. Warm feelings engulfed her belly when he pushed her back against the small the bed. He climbed atop of her, his hands pinned to the mattress so this time, she wouldn't be able to escape from his advances.
"No-" she tried to say, but he pressed his lips against hers roughly, muffling her words.
"To hell with that, wench. I want you, now."
She gasped when his hands ran down the sides of her waist, dipping into her curves. It was pitiful, really, how the feelings of his finger tips running along her heated body, even through all those layers of clothing, still made her breathless. Her hands tangled into his soft hair, and he groaned when he felt her finger tips massage his scalp.
She felt his hot hands slip under the her black tank top, sliding up her slender waist until they reached their destination, her c-cups. And dear gods, she didn't know how he made everything, even the simplest bit of contact seem like heaven.
And then, he started rubbing the fabric of his jeans against her shorts, making her ache with need. She heard him growl, and she didn't bother trying to stop him when he flung her tank top across the floor.
He didn't bother to take her bra off, and she felt thankful for that. No one knew about how many bras of hers he'd torn and ripped and damaged.
He pulled his shirt off and flung it across the floor like he'd did her tank top. She heard his belt unbuckle and she shivered in excitement, not being able to help the feelings that were starting to form into her stomach. It was so intense that it almost made her sick, but she happily accepted it.
"I love your scent," he whispered into her ear, kissing her neck as he undid his jeans. He slid them down to his knees, not bothering to take them all the way off.
He made her know of all the madness in the world, because she felt it every time he did exactly what he was doing. She knew that he probably didn't feel half of much as she did in these moments when she was his and only his, and she knew that all of the feelings she got were only going to destroy her when he was done with her. But as long as she could be happy with him for just a moment, it didn't matter.
His nimble fingers hooked around her panties, pulling them down, and her breath caught in her throat. They had done this so many times before, but every time, it felt like something new to her, and that's what she loved about it. He could make her feel these feelings over and over again, and she never tired from them.
"Inu…Rin…" she panted, but he mashed his mouth against hers again, his tongue massaging hers as he brought one finger down, shoving it into her entrance and causing her to buck upwards, her hips hitting his.
"Shut up," he panted, his voice was raspy and it sent chills down her neck, and she moaned and bucked up against him. "You're so wet, wet for me."
He kissed her neck as he shoved himself inside of her, causing her to let out a muffled "uumph!" from the force of his thrust. He groaned when she bucked upwards to meet his thrust.
"So good," he whispered into her ear, causing another moan out of her. It felt like fire running through her veins as she became dizzy, his thrusts bringing her closer to shattering. It had been way too long, or had seemed like way too long since he had touched her, and she enjoyed every moment of it, her legs spread for him, ready for whatever pleasure he was going to bring her. "You're mine."
She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he rocked them both into ecstasy. And when he reached a hand down between their sweaty bodies, using his thumb to play with her pearl, she nearly screamed. "Yasha, please…" she found herself begging him to go faster, harder.
She loved all of the feelings, all of the madness he made her feel inside. She loved the way he made her body ache with need to be filled by him and only him, and she loved the way he looked at her, the way his amber orbs changed to a deep rum color when he was aroused. Aroused by her. Maybe he had other girls, girls that were so much better than her, but when he was hers, if only for a few hours or minutes, it was worth it.
And so they both took pleasure from the other's bodies, Inuyasha deciding that it was about time he was inside of her again, filling her and bringing them both to pleasure.
She wasn't even worried about Rin anymore, and she honestly didn't care if she walked in on them again. Her mind was fuzzy from the way he made her body drown in pleasure, fuzzy from the way he rammed himself hard inside of her as if he missed her, as if he was trying to prove that she was his, as if it was their last time so he had to make the best of it. Her nails were raking down his back, adding to the many scratches she had made from many times before.
"Kagome," he moaned out loud as he went faster, desperate to bring them both to their climax. He pounded into her faster, making her moans gradually increase until she felt like she could no longer take it.
Her legs squeezed around his waist as he leaned down to kiss her neck, then pulled away quickly. He did that all the time, but she was too lost in the pleasure he was giving her to even care. He tossed his head back, ramming into her faster and harder. "Cum for me." He growled, and she bit her lip and moaned.
"Cum, Kagome. Scream for me. If you love it, why don't you fucking scream?" He growled out, clenching his teeth.
He didn't have to tell her anymore. She welcomed on her orgasm, her walls clenching around him as she screamed out his name, her nails burying into his back even deeper. He banged into her impossibly faster, the thought still fresh in his mind. The way she made his ears twitch when she called out his name. And he looked at her finally to see that she was still riding out her orgasm, and he was the one who made her lose herself, and she surrendered to him and only him. Her hair was messy, and a light sheen of sweat covered her face. Her heart was beating incredibly fast, so was his. She bit her already swollen lip, and when she opened her pretty, glossy brown eyes to look up at him, his world finally shattered.
"Fuck," he growled out, closing his eyes as his hips bucked immediately, filling her with his seed.
Her cheeks were red, and she was still trying to catch her breath. Finally, he allowed his lips to touch her neck, kissing and sucking at her creamy skin.
"You can tell me if I'm crushing you," he panted out before his lips met with hers. No, it wasn't rough or passionate, it was just sweet. Her lips responded with his, her hand tangling in his hair again. It felt so good to have him.
"You're not," she said simply, yawning, and he went back to making love bites on her neck, his hot tongue sweeping over the marks once he was finished with one. Then, he'd start on another.
And she was so beautiful, possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. But then again, he was so wrong for her, so worthless compared to her. With a groan, he allowed himself to pull out of the warmth of her body. He could've cursed, the dorm bed was so small, but thank the gods, it left just a bit of room for cuddling. And so he pulled her close to him, covering them in the flimsy sheets of the dorm bed.
"You need to leave," she told him, but he noticed that her voice sounded quite disappointed. "Rin's going to be here soon, and I don't want her finding me and you together like she did last time. Plus, I need to study."
She pushed him away, and he watched her as she ran a hand through her messy hair, reaching down into the pile of clothes for her panties, tank-top, and shorts. She dressed quickly, and he watched her as she did so, carefully observing the look on her face. She seemed angry with him, and he wasn't sure why.
He growled, grabbing her arm so she couldn't stand. "I need to go shower, then study. Let me go, Inuyasha."
He didn't know exactly what was going on with her, but he was determined to find out whatever it was. "Is it whatever Sango said to you about me and that girl she saw me with?" Kagome looked at him dully for just a second before trying to pull away from him, only to let out a hiss when he wouldn't let her go. He growled, already knowing the answer to his question. "I haven't been with anyone besides you, Kagome."
Kagome growled, finally jerking her hand away from his hold. "You kissed her!"
He just wanted her to shut up. He didn't want to fight, but he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know if she had feelings for him, and he didn't know if he had feelings for her. But whatever he did feel for her, he wasn't going to have it ruined by whatever her friends were saying. "She kissed me, you stupid girl!" he growled out. "Why the fuck is that nosey bitch in our business anyway? You're all behind it, aren't you? Even you, Kagome. You don't believe me, but why the fuck should I have to try so hard to prove myself to you?"
She shook her head. "You would prove yourself to me if you cared, Inuyasha."
"What the fuck, Kagome? What is all of this bullshit about you? Why should it matter to you who else I kiss, who else I fuck? It's my business, bitch!" She was starting to really piss him off and confuse him, and that wasn't part of the plan. But he was sick of her and her stupid friends judging him, trying to tell her that he wasn't worth it, and he was tired of her believing it.
"Baka, I'm tired. Leave," she hissed at him, her eyes narrowing.
"I don't understand what the big deal is. This isn't some fucking relationship." Although it felt like one, and although he wasn't sure if he wanted it to be or not. But the second those words left his lips, he regretted it. He hated smelling her tears, her sadness. He hated when he was the cause of it, too.
But then again, Kagome was stubborn. Stubborn and strong. He watched her in amazement as she blinked back tears, keeping her pretty brown eyes hard on his gold ones without a trace of fear. Only the gods knew of how much he admired her. "I don't think we should do this anymore."
"Do what?" he snapped back, his eyes also narrowing.
She hated it more than anything when they argued.
But she surprised herself and him when she forced a laugh. It wasn't a happy one, more like a sad one that said goodbye, and for a split second, paralyzing fear went through his body as he wondered what he'd do without her. Three whole years he had known her, slept with her, even though it wasn't a real relationship. But they didn't need a relationship. He didn't want one, wasn't ready for one.
"Do you love her? I heard that she's really pretty. Sango said that she even looks like me, that you've went out and found yourself this shiny new toy," she spoke calmly, her eyes still dead on his. "If you have found someone you love, that you'd like to mate and spend forever with, I can't lie, I'm happy for you, Yasha," he was even more confused and angry now. Most of all, he was scared of losing her. "But don't keep coming back to me if you're happy with her. Don't fuck me and act like you care about me if you keep going back to her. If you're done, just say so. I promise I'll be strong enough to handle it. I promise I won't bother you anymore."
"Kagome…" he trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say. Maybe if he did leave, things would be better.
"I'll be alright. It won't bother me if that's what you want, Inuyasha. As long as she makes you happy. This doesn't mean…it doesn't mean we have to stop being friends, though."
Was this really what she wanted? It wasn't what he wanted.
"You know, I can't help the fact that girls like me, Kagome," he started, a slight frown on his face. "I do care about you. I do want to work this out, even if it's not a relationship. It doesn't have to be," he ignored the confused, hurt look she was giving him. He wasn't going to hurt her by giving her a relationship, though. He didn't trust himself enough to have a relationship. "Don't listen to Sango."
She growled, and he sighed, realizing that this only made her angrier. "I listen to her because she tells me the truth, which is something that I can't trust you to tell me."
"You do understand that this isn't a relationship, don't you?" he asked her, baring his fangs.
She ignored the hurt, and she ignored Sango's words. God dammit, he was what made her happy, and that's all she wanted, all she needed. Happiness. "I'm aware of that."
"Then why does it bother you if you see me with someone else, Kagome?" he asked her desperately, trying to understand where she was coming from.
"How would you feel if you saw me with another man? If you don't expect me to have at least some feelings for you after three whole years, you're stupid, Yasha."
He snarled. "What you don't understand about me, Kagome, is that I don't do relationships."
"Because you love no one, right? That's fucking pitiful," she scoffed. "Leave, Inuyasha. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I want to take a shower, study a bit, and go to sleep. And I want you out of here before Rin sees us together."
He scoffed, too. "Yeah, because you're so afraid of being seen with a half-breed, right? It's a disgrace, huh, bitch?"
She looked at him steadily, this time her eyes didn't look away angrily. All of a sudden, her chest was heaving with all of the anger that he made her feel. "Don't forget about this, Inuyasha. I've known you for three years. Been a friend to you for three years. We've fucked for three years. And you're so stupid that you're still stuck on the idea of me being disgusted. If I was so disgusted, you wouldn't even be worth arguing with, but you are! If I was so fucking disgusted, do you really think that I'd let you hug me, kiss me, touch me?"
He growled, his eyes focused on her and only her. "I'm trying here, Kagome. You're so stupid that you don't realize that I do care about you until I scream it out into your fucking face! You're the one who started all of this bullshit! We were doing just fine, no relationship, no stress, and now you're getting pissed because of some girl? I've fucked a million girls before you, fucked a few while I was fucking you, too, and now this bothers you?"
Maybe Sango was right. Maybe he was a jerk, and maybe she could do better than him. She wanted him to prove Sango's words wrong, tell her that she was all that he needed, that he could never want more. She wanted him to tell her that that girl meant nothing to him, but she wasn't going to get what she wanted and she wasn't going to be a baby about it, she was going to deal with it.
But then again, she couldn't help the tears that had began to slip down her cheeks.
"Fuck you," her voice came out broken and uneven as she brought her hands up to her face to wipe some of the tears away. Yeah, so she loved him. But it didn't matter because he would never understand or care. "Leave, Inuyasha."
Her words made his heart drop, but instead of immediately leaving like she asked him to, he pulled her against him, pleased that she didn't fight him away. And he clutched her close to his chest, leaning down to kiss the tears away. Gods, he did care about her and he wished that she could understand. Maybe love wasn't an option, but wasn't what they had enough?
"Don't act like that, Kagome. I'm sorry," he breathed into her ear, he sound of her tears making his heart pang. Damn. "I didn't mean to make you cry." He held her tighter, brushing the hair out of her face so he could have access to her neck. He kissed and nipped at her skin, hoping it would make her stop, because he couldn't take it.
"I'm not sure how we'll work this out, Kagome, but I promise you we will."
It wasn't all about the amazing sex. They had friendship. Not a relationship, but friendship. And he wasn't about to lose that just because a girl kissed him, just because it hurt Kagome. He couldn't lose her. They held each other when bad things happened, they cared for each other and watched after each other, and he couldn't hurt her.
Her breathing became steady, and her cries had quieted down. But still, he held her close to him like she knew he would, making all the pain go away. He was some kind of medicine for her, some kind of drug that fixed everything. And in that moment he held her, she was happy, because he did care. Maybe he didn't love her, but caring was enough.
So he held her and rocked her until she fell asleep, hoping that she knew deep down in her heart that he would always care for her. He wasn't going to hurt her by giving her a relationship when he didn't even know if he could be faithful.
He left once he was sure she was okay, praying to the gods that she wouldn't be angry, that she wouldn't say that whatever they had should be 'over' again.
After all, she was there for him, and he was there for her. He couldn't give her anything more or anything less, and he also prayed that she would understand that.
A/N: Oh goodness, it's finally finished. It's not my best work, but I'm glad that I finally got writing this off of my chest. But hey, don't just alert or favorite, leave a review, too. Tell me if you don't like it, I'll take it down. Tell me if you do like it, and I'll try my best to continue. It's whatever, you know. But if you do want me to continue, I promise you you'll get a good story plot and I'll try my hardest. Hope to hear what you guys think, please? Goodbye!(: