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CHAPTER 13

Inuyasha felt for a switch plate on the wall next to him. After touching several rocker switches, he pushed down the top of all of them, and the hall lit up. Two black ceiling fans also began to turn. 'Is this where we'll be living from now on or something?' he thought to himself.

The place was quite comely at first glance. Inuyasha dropped the bags and his shoes off at the door to explore the foreign domicile. It was half the size of his regular home but it had its own style that made it alluring. The feather soft carpet invaded the space between his toes as he walked down the small hall flicking on every light switch. Everything was wooden and timber-framed; the total opposite from the outside structure. The miniature kitchen had its own room as opposed to being adjacent to the living room like theirs were. It didn't have a section for a dining area either, and the kitchen cabinets were filled with unperishable food items. The tiny living area was already furnished and it had a TV, unlike his home. He eventually found the bathroom and gave the toilet a flush…check! The plumbing worked. The bathroom had a standup shower with an opaque glass door. Timber also framed everything in there too, except the sink which was marbled white. There was a shelf in between the toilet and sink that contained toiletries. But Inuyasha found it a little weird because it was stuff that he used at home too, such as, that brand of shampoo/conditioner, cologne, and lotions. Hmm.

Next, were the bedrooms- or should he say bedroom with two twin beds and two dressers.

"Seriously?", he said aloud as his ears drooped. There was no way he would be sharing a room.

They perked back up when he heard tumbling coming from the front along with a small grunt. His mom was picking herself off the floor when he got there and Sesshomaru was in front of her.

"Damn it boy, why did you leave these bags here?" Izayoi pushed her long hair over her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Inuyasha asked Sesshomaru, ignoring his mom.

"Hn," he nodded.

"You sure?" he looked back and forth between the two giving them a skeptical look.

Did the demon not realize that he had been shot? "Will someone explain to me what's going on?"

"Why don't you get these suitcases and take them into the bedroom? It's late, I want to make dinner and go to bed," she ordered him.

"I'm not sleepy and I've already eaten," He picked the bags up and headed into the room, not seeing the suspecting glance Izayoi gave Sesshomaru.

"It's too quiet, I can't even hear him snoring," Izayoi said frowning at the ceiling.

Inuyasha and his mom were lying in their separate beds in the shared bedroom. Inuyasha was too anxious to sleep, however. He was very uncomfortable with his mom in the room and so he kept his covers pulled up to his chin. The bedroom door was closed and locked (from the inside) he felt trapped. Every time his mom would turn over in her bed he would flinch and squeeze his eyes shut. She wouldn't try anything with Sesshomaru just a few feet away would she?

"I don't trust him in there by himself, but it's better than him being in here."

She'd also been making such small comments about him for the past thirty minutes. He could only sleep when it was quiet.

"Inuyasha."

His stomach dropped just a bit. "Yes?"

"Come here."

"Why?" he asked, not looking over at her.

He heard her shuffle from under the covers and then, her face was hovering over his. She dipped her head down and brought their lips together. It was chaste and quick, which meant that it wasn't enough, Inuyasha knew. Izayoi put a both hands on his cheeks and pushed, now his lips would have no choice but to part. She invaded the privacy of his cavern with her own lips and tongue. Inuyasha grabbed her by the elbows and sat up. She'd almost gotten a leg up on the bed but he quickly stood and pushed her back.

"I have to go to the restroom," his voice was shaky and he sped to the door.

"He's dangerous, I'll go with you," she cleared her throat.

"I don't need a babysitter. If he was going to hurt us he would've done it already. Besides, he's my friend he wouldn't lay a finger on me." He unlocked the door and closed it behind him.

He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He knew…he knew that it wasn't right. No one is supposed to be doing things like that with their sons. It's just not right, it can't be. But what could he do? What happens in this house, stays in this house. He tried not to think about it too much because it just gave him headaches with a big side of shame. At one point, his body would respond to her indecent actions and because of it, Inuyasha thought he must've liked it. Technically, verbally he never denied what she was doing, only later did he physically push her away. In a sense, that kind of made it his fault for not speaking up.

There was no one he could talk to about it because it would get his mom in lots of trouble. Their house didn't have a television but when he goes to Myoga's house, he can watch whatever he wants. Inuyasha had seen the shows where the parent was doing inappropriate things with their child and had to go to jail for a long time.

The half-demon didn't have any other family besides his mother. What was he supposed to do if she is taken away from him? There is also shows where children don't have parents to provide for them. The kids get thrown around in foster care or an orphanage. They're commonly on the streets always hungry with no place to drink, sleep, or bathe. If Inuyasha had to choose between enduring this (he couldn't bring himself to say the words) or being on his own, he would choose the latter ten times over.

A/N: Long time no see. This is very short, I know. Reviews are the bomb!