Disclaimer: Character belong to Rumiko Takahashi and the song "Come Over" belongs to Kenny Chesney. Plot bunnies all belong to me.

Warning: Adult language


Part 2

Ok Kagome, step away from the ice cream. You're stronger than this.

She stared longingly at the tempting tub of Ben & Jerry's a second longer before firmly closing the freezer door. She was almost embarrassed to admit the amount of the sweet treat she had eaten recently, but she supposed there were worse things to drown her sorrows in. Even if those few extra pounds she gained would go straight to her ass. She snorted, her mouth lifting in a wry grin. At least Inuyasha would be happy. He always said she had nothing to hold onto back there.

Inuyasha...

The smile slipped from her lips as her amusement faded, memories of happier times dancing through her mind. With a sigh, she pulled the large throw blanket she was wearing closer and shuffled over to the couch, taking up residence in her spot by the window. She noted distantly as she collapsed into the cushions that they had begun to conform to her shape. She had spent a lot of time here the past few days watching the world go by, at least when her friends weren't trying to force some sense of "normalcy" back into her life.

It was raining, if you could believe it, a perfect cliched compliment to her gloomy mood. Her eyes chased the droplets as they bled down the glass, needing something to distract her from painful thoughts. He had been gone a week this time. She hadn't seen nor spoken to him since that night when she stormed out in the wake of his rage. Though that didn't stop him from visiting her dreams nightly, taunting her with something that seemed so far out of reach now.

They had fought before. Gods knew they were always arguing, but she would always come back. She was always the one to apologize, to suggest they forgive and forget. Inuyasha was never a man of many words, especially anything to do with matters of the heart. He was a proud man, and never once had she heard him say he was sorry.

Not to say he was all bad. He didn't need to say anything to let her know what he meant. What he lacked in words he made up for with action. She could feel how sincere he was in his touch and she could taste his love upon her lips. He doted on her in his own way, hidden behind a cocky smirk and a gruff exterior. No, she knew exactly what she meant to him, and even this time, after a fight so much bigger than they ever had before, she knew he didn't mean a word.

But she couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't always be the one to bend, the one to come crawling back first. She loved Inuyasha with all her heart, but she knew that nothing would ever change if they continued as they were. She wanted so much more with him; a life, a home, a family. But he had to want it too.

Her friends had been little help with the situation. She had known most of them since she was a child, but they never could understand what she saw in her wild hanyou. Once they realized how bad the fight had been this time, they had jumped at the opportunity to sway her. They'd taken her out dancing, out to movies and dinner, anything to take her mind off Inuyasha. They'd even tried to introduce her to someone, a quiet doctor named Hojo. He was sweet, gentle and the complete opposite of Inuyasha. He was also absolutely boring. She wasn't ready to move on, not when her wounds were so fresh. She knew they meant well, but she stopped taking their calls a few days ago.

Then there were the friends she had met through him. Mutual friends that even though she hadn't known them as long, she felt the closest to. Sango had been so mad when she heard about the fight. She had wanted to beat some sense into him before Kagome had gotten her to calm down. Miroku had mostly seemed disappointed, like he had expected more out of the two of them. Kagome wanted to lean more on them for support, but they were Inuyasha's friends first and she didn't want to make them choose.

Give him time, Miroku had said. He'll come around.

But what if he didn't? It had been a week now with no word and she was slowly falling apart. Was this really how it was going to end? Kagome blinked back her tears, refusing to cry again today.

A tinkling of tags alerted her attention to the doorway as Buyo, her over weight house cat, came sauntering into the room. Drawn by her distress he made his way over to her and jumped into her lap. She could tell he missed him too, even though the two didn't really get along. It was like all the life was sucked out of her tiny apartment, nothing left untouched. She usually spent most of her time at his house and now she felt like a stranger in her own home.

Kagome cuddled the feline closer, desperately needing something to keep her grounded. He meowed in protest and she reluctantly gave him some breathing room. Looking down at his disgruntled expression, Kagome frowned. "I miss him Buyo. What should I do?"

Buyo yawned lazily in her direction before lifting his leg and starting to clean himself. She rolled her eyes and slapped a palm to her forehead. "Classy Buyo."

Mou, I've really lost it if I'm asking the cat for advice.

Scooting him off to the side, she got up and headed back towards the freezer. Perhaps a little more ice cream could soothe the heavy ache in her chest. It certainly couldn't hurt. The phone rang as she grabbed the carton. She ignored it, thinking it was just Eri or Yuka trying to get her to come out again. She wasn't in the mood to deal with them at the moment. She nearly had a spoonful of ice cream to her lips when the answering machine clicked on.

Silence buzzed, though she could hear some breathing on the line. Did she have some creepy stalker now? Gods, she hoped it wasn't Hojo. She was simultaneously relieved and stunned when the person finally spoke. A familiar baritone voice filled the room, shaky and unsure. Kagome stared wide eyed at the machine, torn between answering and letting it go.

Uh, hey Kagome. I know I said I wasn't going to call, but I said a lot of things I didn't mean that night. You know how I get when I'm like that. My brain shuts off and bullshit just comes out. I... shit. You know what you mean to me and I'd never let you go without a fight. It's taken this week away to show me how much I need you. I'm lost when you're not here...and I don't think I can take our bed getting any colder. Can you just come over? You don't have to forgive me, you don't even have to say you'll stay, I just need to see you. He paused, taking a shaky breath. I miss you and I...I'm sorry.

Kagome gasped, dropping everything and lunged for the phone. "Inuyasha?! Hello?"

A dial tone answered her. She curse and hung up, her mind racing. He called. He had actually taken the first step and said he was sorry. It was far from a declaration of love but it was a start. Hope sparked in her chest and she felt warm for the first time since she'd left. She had to see him, the need so strong it was practically overwhelming.

Not giving the matter much more thought, she threw on a light jacket over her pjs and slipped on some flip flops as she headed for the door.

"I'll be back later Buyo!" she yelled as she disappeared into the rain, door slamming shut behind her.

It was time to make things right again.


A/N: I'm not even gonna try to give excuses. Sorry for the lateness of this update. Life has been very stressful/busy. Forgive me?

I hope you liked this! Next chapter Kagome and Inuyasha finally talk. Feedback is love!