Okay this idea was apparently very popular so thank you to TruGemini, Kittygirl998939, addicted!, anime girl, purpleface14, Free Fallin Cutie 680, and MysteryLink for suggesting it. I honestly never thought to do the attic, so it was definitely inspiration. Special thanks to LoneDwolf for suggesting a scenario. It got kind of mutated as I wrote it, but it was the basis for this chapter.
Disclaim.
As the rope swung back in his face, Inuyasha batted it away again. The pull-string was attached to the trap door leading to the attic, a room that Inuyasha had not entered since clearing his father's house after inheriting it. With the exception of furniture, all other articles of the house had been removed and safely stowed away where he wouldn't have look at them. Where he wouldn't have to remember the pain from his childhood. Where he wouldn't have to remember her.
He usually gave the attic little thought, besides the occasional pangs of guilt around the anniversary of her death or the stirrings of curiousity on a rainy day.
"This is all Kagome's fault." He growled to no one, resuming his string-batting. She had taken up a class on sketching at her old school, an artistic technique she seemed to have some skill at. Their assignments were to sketch still life in their homes and after searching the rooms and finding nothing worth drawing, she had embarked into the attic to see what there was to see.
Inuyasha was hesitant to let her up there at all, but she promised to only look in the boxes that he hadn't closed and that nothing would follow her into the rest of the house. So he allowed her to snoop in a controlled manner, and she would show him her sketches after the hours of work, usually detailing collections of odds and ends that tend to collect in houses that have been around for a while.
The time didn't add up though. He had watched her sketch a bowl of fruit before and it hadn't taken a quarter of the time she spent up there. It was taking up so much of her time, and she would retreat up there as soon as she got home, only visiting with him at brief intervals before returning. It made him suspicious. What if she was just trying to avoid him? It was hard to avoid someone you lived with, unless you remained in the one room they refused to go in.
So he would just have to get over it and go in the attic. Kagome couldn't keep hiding from him, if she wanted to get away from him she'd have to grow a pair and say so. His girlfriend was gone for the day on a shopping trip with Sango, so he could reacclimatize to the room on his own terms.
Pulling down cord, the ladder to the attic clattered noisily into place. Inuyasha gingerly climbed the stairs, sniffing the dust-ridden air as he climbed.
The attic looked mostly the same. Unlabelled box upon unlabelled box lined the floors, with the odd smattering of a chest of drawers or a mirror. He breathed a sigh of relief; Kagome was true to her word and hadn't been snooping. He looked over at the little area she had cleared and set up a table. Recognizing the familiar black sketch pad open to her current drawing of a cute arrangement of nuts and bolts, Inuyasha wandered over and flipped through the book with a casual eye. The sketches were of fine quality, but not of anything of interest.
Setting it down, Inuyasha noticed a red sketchbook he had never seen before resting on a familiar-looking black book. Frowning, he picked up the sketchbook and opened the cover. He drew in a sharp breath of pain from the unexpected picture he saw.
It was a beautiful rendering of one of the few photos of him and his mother. They were standing in the shallows of the ocean at a day in the beach. He, just a little boy, was grinning at the camera so hard his eyes were squinted shut. His mother had her hand resting on his head, her smile so warm and loving as she gazed down at him.
He recognized this picture. Of course he did, he'd spent hours, maybe days, memorizing it after her death. Desperate to just hold on to any memory of her. Clinging to the feelings of her love in the cold days that followed. Inuyasha let the sketchbook drop from his hands as he shakily reached for the now-recognized black photo album.
He opened it, gazing at pictures he hadn't seen for years. His anger slowly building, he returned to the sketchbook to see just how far the nosy bitch had pried her way into his privacy. The next few sketches were of familiar scenes out of the photo album, but following those were new ones. There was an invented scene where he and his mother were splashing in the ocean that made his heart twist painfully. A drawing of his little self looking sad and lonely and it felt like looking into a mirror of the past. There were also a few cute drawings that were meant to be pictures of him and Kagome playing around.
The one that caught his attention was the last, yet to be completed drawing. It was a detailed sketch of his naked body sitting in one of their kitchen chairs. With the way he was leaning forward and the position of his arms it would save Kagome the awkward job of trying to draw his dick, but his head was angled so he would be looking out of the page. All his features were carefully represented, his muscles bunched in the right places to keep his posture. His lips betrayed no expression, nor did the rest of his facial features. All that was missing was the eyes. From all the eraser markings, he could tell they were giving her trouble.
The slamming of the front door removed him from his thoughts. Looking back at the sketches, he felt his burning anger return. How dare that bitch go into something so private without telling me? He snarled but couldn't bring himself to harm either book Just who the fuck does she think she is?
"Inuyasha?" Her voice came from the bottom of the ladder, the tone became nervous when she asked "What are you doing up there?"
He continued to stare at her drawing of his mother. It looked so much like her when she laughed. There were no pictures of his mother laughing, how had Kagome known? How dare she presume to know what his mother looked the few times she truly laughed! Kagome didn't even fucking know her.
When he didn't respond, Kagome crept up the ladder "Inuyasha? What are…" her sentence was cut short as Inuyasha had gripped her by the shoulders and dragged her up into the attic, sealing his mouth on hers with a punishing kiss.
He crushed her frame to his, and his hand snaked into her hair to trap her in his embrace. The pain of remembering his mother was too great, so he let the anger swallow him up and grow to undeserved proportion. He pushed Kagome from his embrace towards the table.
"What the fuck is that shit, bitch?" He snapped at her. She blinked and turned to see her red sketchbook open to the invented beach scene.
She looked at him "You don't like it? I found the photographs just sitting on one of the boxes and I thought …"
He raged at her "No, you didn't think!" He started pacing "You just stuck your nosy ass in where it didn't belong." He turned to stare accusingly at her and crossed the small distance between them in two strides. He reclaimed her mouth harshly, passion making his movements messy.
This time she shoved him away. The lost look on her face quickly melted into one of anger. "Where it doesn't belong! The album was just sitting out on top of one of the boxes, which meant I was allowed to look at it!" She stormed towards him, poking him "Maybe if you just opened up to me a bit and told me why you hated this room I wouldn't have looked at it or wasted my time drawing those pictures for you." She grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and yanked him towards her, kissing him hard.
"For me? Why would I want your pictures, bitch?" He hissed, grabbing her shirt and ripping it off her. The pants were shredded next.
"You can't just forget about people that you loved Inuyasha." She yanked his shirt over his head with more force than necessary, causing a pang in his ears. Instead of risking what her hands would do with other delicate parts of his anatomy, he removed his pants and his boxers himself. "It's important to remember the good times you had with them. The love you felt."
He ripped off her bra and panties with deft claw movements. "I love no one." He snarled. Kagome made a sound of frustration and ran at him, bowling him over onto his back.
He instinctively went into a roll, and Kagome pounced on him before he could uncoil his body. Using her legs outside his to keep his thighs close to his chest, Kagome roughly sheathed his cock in her. His arms came up to grip her thighs as she rode him hard by bending her knees.
"You…fucking…asshole" She panted out between moans, her face red with pleasure and anger as she stared him down between their legs. "Why can't you ever just come out and say what you feel?" She was fucking him harder than usual and the rough treatment was turning him on. But the adrenaline and his anger fed his baser instincts, and these refused to remain in a submissive position.
Putting his arms on the floor he pushed off and Kagome fell back on her butt. He was on her in an instant, flipping her over so she prone on the floor and the reseating himself in her warmth, his entire body covering hers.
"Stay out of my shit Kagome" he rolled his hips in circles, swirling round and round in her tight hole. His possessive hold on her brokered no argument, his bitch would submit to him. The rotating of her heat on him was a nice feeling and his anger cleared a bit so he could enjoy it. He craned his neck down to nip between her shoulders in what he hoped was a warning manner. In truth, he was beginning to forget what they had been fighting about.
"I just…" She panted and moaned, "I care about you…Inuyasha…oh god baby…and I want…oh yeah…to be…mmm…to be there for you."
"Yeah, well I…" He thrust as much as he could and ground his hips harder against her ass "…I…"
"INUYASHA!" He watched her orgasm move through her as she convulsed under him, saving him from trying to come up with something else to say. He eased himself off her and rolled her pliant form onto her side. Laying one leg out along the floor, he gripped her other leg and pulled it up to a right angle. Straddling the outstretched leg, he thrust back into her swiftly, the depth of the plunge making his blood roar in his ears. Since she was still riding her orgasm, the change in position made Kagome hit another one, her keening continuing as he thrust into her wide open pussy.
When she recovered, she propped herself up on one arm to watch his movements. He met her eyes and they no longer held anger. "Go ahead baby" she said in a husky voice "fuck me harder. Let it all out. Let it all go."
Inuyasha growled, his thrusts becoming more intense and his mind becoming a hazy fog. He gripped her ass and pulled her close, his hips spasming while his cock shot into her as he came. Dropping her leg, he allowed her body to roll so her back lay against the floor. He collapsed against her chest, resting his head on her heartbeat.
Her fingers came up to give him an ear rub, a warm pleasure wrapping around his sated body. Kagome let out a little sad sigh that he felt more than heard. Frowning he remembered their fight before the fuck.
"Kagome…" he nuzzled his face against her chest "I didn't mean…what I said before…"
She took his face in her hands and directed it up to her eyes. He was met with a soft smile "I know."
After a few moments of silence, Inuyasha's curiousity got the best of him."Your last drawing of me…" He felt heat from her flush as he asked her "why isn't it finished?"
"I don't know how to draw you looking at me." She avoided his gaze "I know what I want to draw there but…that might not be what is actually there…"
He pushed himself up off her. She began stammering apologies, though for what he was sure neither of them knew. He wandered over to the chair she sat in for sketching and sat in it, arranging himself in the pose of the drawing.
"This is how I look at you." He stared at her "Draw it."
He poured every ounce of how he felt about her into that look. She walked over, picked up her pencil and started drawing. He sorted through which feeling to let out and settled on the warm one he gets in his belly when he sees her. The one he gets when he's at the mall and sees something she'd like, or when he overhears her tells Sango how much she likes him. The burn he feels when she talks about other men, the pleasure he feels when he makes her scream in orgasm, the loneliness he feels when she's gone, and the comfort he draws from her embrace, he forced it all into his unwavering gaze.
After a few minutes of pencil scratching, Kagome looked down at her sketch. She stared at it. And stared. Looking up at him, she crossed over to where he sat and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh Inuyasha," she whimpered, "I love you too."