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"I don't understand you," the violet eyed boy sighed with a shake of his head, "you had something so grand, sex with no attachments, yet you throw it out the window?"

"Shut up," Inuyasha growled back bitterly, "did you not hear anything I just said?"

"You got to have sex with the ever so attractive Higurashi Kagome and you screwed that up by opening your big mouth," he summed up with a nod.

"She's dating a guy twice our age that's married! Miroku, that's bad!"

"That's not your problem, now is it?" Miroku inquired, "in less… you like her, ah," a smile lifted his lips, "yes, that's it, isn't it? You like her."

"Shut up, of course I don't, not like that," he sped, "just as fr—"

"I see," Miroku mused with his growing smirk, "there is nothing to be ashamed of. Most of the men in the school like her—"

"No! They like the stupid show she puts on, I'm telling you, she's got major issues, you have no idea, that girl has no emotions whatsoever."

"Well, then… do you want to win her back?"

How do you win something back that you never possessed? Nevertheless, he nodded meekly and let his golden gaze glance away from the so-called-pro, his only other friend at the school other than Kagome but… they weren't friends anymore, now were they?

"Convince her to have sex with you again."

A bothered groan left his lips as he rolled his eyes, "that's not—"

"Let me finish, please her more than the married man can, obviously, if she has no 'emotions', as you say, then that's all that must matter to her, right? If you can do her better than him, then you will win her back," with the way he nodded with his own answer and fold his arms, praising himself silently, it would appear to anyone the man thought himself a genius.

Yet, it made sense to the hanyou, what reason was she with that Kouga guy if not just for sex? After all, she didn't care that he was obviously using her, she did not care that he was cheating on her with his wife—was that why it was OK for her to cheat on that guy with him? Probably, knowing her twisted sense of logic.

"Thanks," he grunted, "I guess."

"Tell me how it goes and good luck," his friend encouraged with a thumbs up before Inuyasha shook his head and walked over to the fence that separated the running track—which they were supposed to be lapping around, instead of sitting in the middle of it discussing this and that—and the volleyball court that all the girls were at in their ever so tiny red shorts and white shirts.

He had to walk down it some before he found the one that his target was at, "hey, Kagome!" She had to have heard him but she pretended she did not; she just kept focusing on her task at hand, "Ka-go-me!"

"Jeez," Ayumi sighed as she walked up to Kagome while they took a break in between matches, "why are you friends with that guy? I mean, I get the whole liking-the-bad-boy but… he's really bad."

"Yeah," Yuka shook her head as she placed her hands upon her hips to look over at the silver haired boy on the opposite side of the fence, "I hear he got suspended last year because he got into a fight with Hiten."

"He's no good, you need to date someone smart, like our class president Houjo-kun," Eri advised, "not that you'd ever date that guy... you really shouldn't be friends with him, though, I mean, I get that you don't have prejudice against anyone, yadda, yadda, yadda, but that guy?"

"We were friends since childhood," Kagome replied.

"Were?" Yuka picked up with a grin.

"Yeah, we're not anymore," she shrugged, "he's a bother."

"We're glad you've finally seen the light, Kagome-chan, you're just far too nice of a person."

"Kagome," Inuyasha yelled again, cupping his hands around his mouth, "how's Kouga—?!"

"Fine!" She shouted to stop him, the last thing she needed was him broadcasting her relationship to their gym class, so she shook her head as she jogged over to him, her hazels narrowed tightly on him as she folded her arms, "what?"

"I need your help with something," he started and, for an instant, he was certain that softened her, after all, how often did Toashi Inuyasha ever ask for someone else's aid?

Yet, that didn't make her reply any less acidic, "what?"

"Meet me at Star Cross today."

"No," she steadily snapped, "why would I meet you there? I told you I don't want to—"

"You owe me from all the times I've helped you," he retorted, "I like someone, a lot, I want to… practice something, just this one time, then we can 'not-be-friends' or whatever."

"You like someone?" She murmured with a tilt of her head to the side, he must really want to impress the girl if he was willing to ask her something like that so, she sighed, it was only fair, too, right? "Fine, I'll meet you there at five, OK?"

-[x.o.x]-

It didn't faze her in the least that I might like someone—why wasn't I surprised? I really don't get why I like her as much as I do. I must be a masochist, that's all I can figure. Nothing good comes from these feelings; on the contrary, I just keep getting stung over and over again by her. Sometimes, I honestly do wonder if I were to die—and we were back on good terms, 'cause I bet she wouldn't care right now—would it matter to her? I don't want to die, I'm not that pathetic, I just can't help but ponder.

Sometimes I think it would, I don't think it'd get a tear to slip from those pretty hazels of hers, but I think it would at least bother her to know we'd never hang out again. Yet, at other times, I really don't think it would upset her in the least bit. She's told me before that she wouldn't care if anyone outside of her intermediate family were to pass, like if one of her cousins keeled over one day, or any of her aunts or uncles. She said it would be the equivalent if a stranger died, who'd care, right?

Her dear daddy's gone; he has been since we were kids, and her sister, too, so it's just her, her grandpa, her little brother, and mom. She assures me it'd matter if something happened to one of them but more often than naught I don't buy it. Sure, she can say it as many times as she wants—and I really think she says it so often to try and make herself believe it—but it's not going to magically come true. She's barely part of her family as is.

They think she's so great, that she's so active in school clubs and top of her class so she's always at the library studying or at school doing this or that, but it's not true. She's off at a love hotel, Star Cross half the time, fucking someone. Their little angel isn't so pure. She's really not so sweet but at the same time she really can be—in an off sort of way. To me, she's like a bitter honey, something that tastes good while you are eating it, but leaves the worst tang in your mouth afterwards.

-[x.o.x]-

"Hey," Inuyasha greeted the moment Kagome waltzed in to slam the door with ample force behind her.

"Let's get this over with," she requested as she began to unclothe herself, wiggling out of her skirt and yanking off her shirt. "How long is this going to take?"

"What you gotta date tonight?" he snickered back; she could at least pretend it didn't seem like such a chore to be there.

"Yes," she simply stated as she walked over to the bed, where he sat, to place her hands on his shoulders, "so can we get this over with?"

"Fine," he grunted back with a sour look on his face as he grasped her hips to flop her down on the bed. "Stop acting like a wooden board," he snarled—what did it say that she came without even bothering to wear a bra? All he had to do was slid off her lacy panties; did it just show how much she wanted to get it over with? Did it bother her so much that be around him?

Was this wrong? Should he stop?

"Fine," she sighed, "if it'll—"

"How about you stop talking," he gripped, if all she was going to do was complain than he didn't want to hear it.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she raised her hands above her head, "so what do you want to try?"

"Just be quiet, alright? You don't have to do anything," he waited for her to nod once more and sigh yet again. Was it so awful he was keeping her for her married boyfriend? If only he could make her see the light, the error of her ways, how he was obviously the better choice. Not only was he not married, not only were they the same age, but there was simply no way that Kouga guy could care about her like he could.

No way in hell, and he'd just have to prove it to her, too.

She stiffened when he started to trail kiss down her neck, his hands roamed her body to pull her closer, it took sometime but she apparently wasn't going to staunchly say 'no' to foreplay this time, she just moved her arms around his neck instead. With one hand molded her breast while his mouth met hers, it was the first time they kissed and for a moment he was certain she was going to push him away, she grasped her legs around his hip and almost turned him over and away from her but instead she slowly allowed it. It took more effort than he would have liked but he got her lips to part for him and their tongues finally tangled, again, she was reluctant for some time to return his passionate assault. Though, she only allowed him to relish in it for a bit before she grasped his shoulders and pushed him away, state simply that, "that's enough of that."

He couldn't help but growl at that as he moved his lips down to her breast, suckling upon her hardening nubs as he tugged on it with his teeth. She barely reacted to his endeavor so he gave up and moved down to her legs, tracing her firm stomach until he reached her inner thighs. Finally, he got a small gasp out of her when he began to slick and taunt her clitoris. His own desire throbbed along with her first moan of pleasure as he tasted her thoroughly. He moved with quickening pace and yearning he sucked, nipped, and dove deeper into her warmth; he could feel her arch with need and gradually tightened all around.

Just before she might have met bliss he stopped, he was almost certain he heard an annoyed groan from her or maybe it was just his wishful thinking?

He could be cocky as he thrust into her and think that he was better than some guy twice his age with probably triple the experience in bed or he could be a realist—there was probably no way he could top him, no matter how hard he tried. Of course, he was a very one-minded type of guy—weren't most?—he didn't bother to think—couldn't, really—about anything else but the task at hand. Pounding into her with utter passion, over and over again, and that was what he could do that that Kouga guy could never. His passion was surely triple the older mans.

Kagome was all Inuyasha wanted, sex was all Kouga desired.

She made the cutest sounds, little moans, gasps, and other things he couldn't find a name for as she squirmed around with him. He had his eyes open, watching the series of expressions upon her face, while she kept hers tightly shut—always, she always did, was it the same for the other guy?

"Open," he moaned as he shifted positions to thrust into her at a different angle, "your eyes."

She just shook her head as she clenched the pillow her head was dug so deeply in and let out another petite moan.

"Open them," he ordered again as he moved so he was upon his knees in between her spread legs, he grasped her bum and pulled her into his lap. Again, she gasped as she slid down on him further and wrapped her arms around his neck. Finally, she started to do something other than just move her hips along with his rhythm; she straddled him as he jerked up into her more.

"Open them," he repeated between his own frenzy of feelings—a rising ache, throbbing-mind-numbing-pleasure, and absolute need. Not for the orgasm that would hit him—both of them—but just for her, really, honestly, that's all he wanted. Her, for him, and only him. That's why he pulled her closer and held her tight as he kissed her neck, nibbling at her skin, for once she seemed to approve of his affection and tilted her neck to the side to give him more access as she dig her nails into his back and picked up her pace.

"Kagome," he groaned in a murmur on her soft, sweet, sweaty, skin.

For a second he was sure she almost said his name 'In—' but then it turned into an inaudible gasp instead. He nudged her just enough that she finally turned her face back to his and kissed her, at first she rejected the notion and pulled away but he pressed his lips back and she gave up, finally, willingly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and simulating the motions they enacted below.

It only enhanced the thrill for him to have her moan into his mouth, into their kiss. He did the same, too. He was so close, too close, he wasn't ready for it to be over, for her to leave, and she must have noticed it because she changed what she was doing and began to stay closer to him and began a figure-eight like motion around him. It soothed him enough to make sure he wouldn't be the first to go, but there was nothing he could do when he felt her tighten around him—and, if there were, he didn't know the trick like she did.

It was the first time he ever heard her scream when she came, it was filled with something he hadn't detected in her tone for ages—feeling. Maybe it was just because of physical pleasure, but it was enough, he wasn't certain but he might have moaned her name when he followed suit.

The aftershock shook them as they collapsed down on the bed, both panting to find a steady breath.

"Inuyasha," she started as she lifted her hand to rummage her fingers through his silver hair while he pushed himself off of her just enough to look down at her barely opened eyes, "that girl you like…"

"Yeah?"

"It's me, isn't it?"

He contemplated lying but why bother? "Yeah."

She nodded her head as she closed her eyes again and pulled his head back down to rest on her collarbone, "I feel safe with you," she whispered into his triangle shaped, fluffy, ears which made them twitch some. Was that the same thing as 'I like you'? "You wanna do it again?"

"Yes," he nodded as he pulled away but she wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled—maybe even a real one? "I have to get another condom, Kagome, let go."

"I'm on the pill, dumby," she took his hands and began to fiddle with his fingers, "you don't need to use a condom."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me," she requested with a pout, "I just want to feel you in me."

That was more than enough to make his mind go blank and stop his protest.

-[x.o.x]-

What does that mean? Did she not feel safe with Kouga? Well, whatever, it doesn't matter, she should think that way. Like hell I'd ever let anything happen to her, she's mine after all. Mine, M-I-N-E, and everyone in school knows it, too. Ha, people are flippin' out over it. Why is cute, sweet, and the ever so adorable Higurashi Kagome dating that guy for? Why did she reject the head of the soccer team, the smartest kids in school, the most handsome of boys, to date that guy? Me, the guy that gets in fights all the fucking time. The guy that's been suspended from school a few times for them, too. The guy that's grades suck and isn't going to do anything with his life.

That's changed since I've started to date her, all of it. Mostly the grades thing, though. She forces me to study, we don't go on normal dates, oh-no, we go on 'study' dates which means we sit in the library and she makes me do my homework or prepare for a test or else 'no sex for a week'. Do you know what a pain in the ass that is? Keh, well, at least my parents are thrilled. They love that I'm dating Kagome, they think she's so precious and a great influence on me.

Really, I laugh every time I hear that. Kagome, little Miss Sociopath, a good influence? They have no idea.

Whatever. It doesn't matter, I'm happy, she's happy. Best yet, she dumped that married guy. She's better off with me, anyway.

-[x.o.x]-

"Where are we going, Inuyasha?" Kagome sighed as she wrapped her arms around him all the more, "Inuyasha!?"

"We're going on a date," he snapped back, "it's the first Saturday of spring break, that's means no studying."

"That doesn't answer my question," she grumbled. They had been riding for far too long for her taste, she didn't really enjoy sitting on the back of his motorcycle—it's not a very nice one, just the type you'd expect a high schooler to have—and have him speed along to an unknown location. They had left the city a few kilometers back and now there was nothing but lively greenery, flushed trees, blooming flowers. It was all so pretty and if she had a soul she probably would think so, too. "I don't see why we can't just go to Star Cross, we'll just end up there anyway."

"I'm trying to take you on a proper date, stop gripping," he grunted back as they began up a curving road around a forest covered hill. They went less than halfway up before they slowed to a stop, he planted his feet on the ground and waited for her to slide off before he put the kickstand down and got off.

"We can have a 'proper date' at Star Cross; they have a karaoke machine, a Wii, and a bunch of other stuff. I hate helmet hair," she grumbled as she dropped her red one down on the ground before she started to began to try and bring life back to her hair and flipped it about.

"There's no winning with you," he muttered as he took his off, "you say you'd kill me if I don't wear one, and then when we do you complain about it."

"Do you want to die?" she hissed before her eyes landed on the giant, old, tree behind him. Her face went blank as she stepped past him to look about it, she reached her hand out to touch the bark but pulled away before touching it each time as she started to walk around it to the side that faced the forest and knelt down.

"Why are we here?" she whispered, finally letting her fingertips meet the hard, uneven, bark to outline the carved heart, within it two kanjis and a hiragana, the first symbols in all their names—桔 + 犬 + か.

"I don't know, I figured we haven't been here in a while… and it's a nice day, so why not?" He murmured back as he followed her around to lean against the tree and look down at the crouching girl.

"I don't want to be here," she stated as she popped up and turned her back to the tree, "let's go."

"We used to come here all the time—"

"We aren't kids anymore! Let's go, Inuyasha."

"Kagome—"

"I want to go," she repeated as she stumped over to his bike to pick up her helmet.

"Kagome," he sighed as he watched her fiddle around with the red thing but not put it on her head, "come on, let's just stay here for a while."

"Do you love me?"

"What?"

"Do you love me," she repeated slower as she turned her head so she could look at him, "Inuyasha?"

"Gods, fine, if you want to go that badly—"

"No, I'm serious," she stated, "do you love me?"

It was true, they'd been dating for a while and he had never said those three words but she had barely said anything more than 'I like you' so why would he? He mulled over his options, his golden gaze wondering over her baby blue spring dress, "yeah, I do."

She nodded as she placed the helmet back down on the seat, "would you still love me if you knew it was my fault Kikyou's dead? Since you two were childhood sweethearts and all… you probably wouldn't."

"Kagome, that wasn't your fault, if that's how you feel you need to stop it," he assured as he walked over to take her hands and turn her to him, "you had nothing to do with that."

"No, I did, I really did, it's all my fault," she assured earnestly.

"Just because your dad was on his way to pick you up from a friend's when the car crashed does not make it your fault. It was a mechanical malfunction; it would have happened whether he was going to pick you up or not, Kagome."

"It really was my fault," she shook her head and pulled her hands away to step past him and head back to the tree, "it really was… you couldn't understand. It is entirely my fault."

"Kagome," he mumbled with a sigh as he followed her under the shade to place his hands on her upper, bare, arms, "it's not."

"It is," she protested, only earning an annoyed groan from him.

"Fine, fine, whatever, I still love you."

A small frown curved her naturally pink lips down as she turned her head so she could look at him, "I'm serious, you aren't."

"I am, I would still love you."

"Even if I was the one to cut the break cable thingy?"

"It wasn't the breaks, Kagome," they both knew that, "and we were only seven, you wouldn't even know where the cable was even if it was."

"That's beside the point, it really is my fault, it is as good as if I did that."

He shook his head while he let go of her to sit down against the tree beside her, he waited until she sat down by him before he declared, "I'd still love you."

"Do you love me because I look like Kikyou?" They were twins, everyone would always whisper when they thought she was out of earshot that if dear Kikyou had not been in the car with her father that day, if she was still alive, that they would probably be mirror images. Poor, poor, Kagome, to lose her twin was probably worse than if it was just her sister. Twins had that deep connection; after all, at least, that's what everyone always said. Honestly, she did feel like a part of her died with her sister. A part that wouldn't come back…

"You don't."

"But I do."

"I could always tell the difference between you two," he assured as he placed his arm around her shoulder to pull her to rest against his chest. "Even when we were kids, you two were different in every way possible."

"Do you love me because of Kikyou?"

"No."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

"Do you still love Kikyou?" She whispered.

"In a way," he muttered back, "but not like I love you. We were… kids, we were just playing around and stuff." All those times that they decided that him and Kikyou would get married, the mock weddings they'd have where Kagome would proceed over, the little kisses they'd give each other when they weren't even sure what it meant to kiss. Their love, their affections, were in the most innocent of ways. It was a child's love, maybe one day it would have grown into something else but it was never given the chance.

"I was always jealous of the relationship you two had."

"Really?"

She nodded against his chest, "I've always liked you, in my own way, Inuyasha."

He couldn't help but grin grandly at that, because even if he liked Kikyou most when they were kids, he always liked Kagome, too. Besides, how special did he feel to know that she had always liked him? Always, forever.

"I love you," she said in such a low lull that he almost didn't catch it. She closed her eyes as he held her tighter and cuddled close to him, "can we stay here and not go to Star Cross today?"

"Yeah," he retorted as he would any 'keh', "you're always the one that wants to go there, anyway."

"Shut up," she pouted, "I don't want to hear you talk anymore. Let's just be quiet for a while."

"Whatever," he muttered back as he rested his cheek against her ebony waves. All he wanted was her, sex wasn't a necessity, maybe she was finally figuring that out?

A/N: This week's been hectic... but here's the second chapter. There will be one more and then the story will be finished. The rest of this can be disregarded, it's just a reply to anonymous reviewer, which I regrettably, cannot personally message such is the nature it.

To Oddity, simply put, this is not a one-shot, were you aware of that fact? The summary pretty much says what will be within this story [emotionally void girl and all], so if it was not what you were looking for then you needn't read it. I believe Inuyasha's in character, too. Thank you for your review nevertheless, I hope you don't find me rude, I just like to reply to interesting reviews. Also, I enjoy throwing people off, so I take that as a compliment, again, merci, too much of the same thing would be boring.