Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I merely adore and create drama for them. Enjoy!
"I think…you should give me a blow-job." The man spoke, cheeky grin as he flipped through his book, eyes glancing backwards from where he laid on the couch, an awkward stare of a fantastic view.
"Sorry," the woman spoke, a defiant hip twisted outward, holding a pallet in one hand, brush in the other, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed as she stared at the canvas growing with color, "You forfeited that right when you married me." She shifted her weight, touching her knees together a moment before lifting the lightly dabbed brush to the painting, adding a miniscule amount of azure. Behind her came her husband's hissing whine, she could hear the pages of his book flitter-flutter shut, tossing the thing to the glass coffee table.
"If I had known that, I wouldn't have married you!" He rolled to his stomach, arms folding over the end of the smooth, darkly colored leather of their couch, watching her work in his shirt, and only in his shirt, falling just short enough to show that supple line of her rear-end. A terribly enticing view.
"Oh, yeah, Eric, that'll work." She rolled her eyes, continuing those gentle dabs, "I should've never married an American boy, should've listened to my grandfather, stayed in Japan, become a doctor, or teacher, or something." She smirked at her canvas, feeling the man bristle behind her, tensing at that playful jab.
"Hey, now, Kagome! That's not fair! You tell me you prefer Japan over New York City?" He began to whimper, "…Besides, if I –were- Japanese, your grandfather –still- wouldn't like me! Nothing's good enough for his only granddaughter." He pouted, hand rushing through the shaggy, unkempt spikes of honey-hued hair, sitting upright.
"You're probably right—." A shuffling through their shared loft's mail slot caught her eye and ear, "Get the mail, huh?" She turned around, facing the man, pretty, dreamy sapphire eyes catching his glittering green. Quickly, he lay back down, lazing out as if a cat. "Can't, far tooooooo tired." Eric feigned a yawn.
Kagome rolled her eyes, setting down her tools and shuffling towards the door, swaying her hips with a little more 'oomph' than usual, smirking at her husband's catching eye. She made sure to keep her legs straight as she bent over, extra moments spent to gather the few pieces of mail that they'd received.
"Anything good?" She heard as she rose to a standing position.
"Bills, bills, and bills." She turned forward, slinking towards the couch, taking a seat atop his stomach as she continued to file through the letters and notices, "Oh, a postcard from my mom, and Souta."
"Have you called them to give them our new number? You know, it's been over a week and half since we've settled in here," Eric asked with breathless amusement.
Kagome was sheepish, "No, guess that's why they're writing, I get so caught up in painting," she excused herself, face falling white as she read the quick scribbling of sad characters, "Oh…" she began, furrowing her brows.
"What's the matter?" Eric reached his hand upward, brushing those gentle digits across the smoothness of her lily-white cheek, "Everything alright at home?"
She leaned against his touch, eyes bubbling with salt and water, "I, uh, guess you won't have to be worrying about my granfather liking you, anymore…"
The funeral had come and gone, Eric had returned home, returned to his business, his bookshop and writing, and his so loved wife had chosen to remain behind, to stay and spend a few extra days with her family. To mourn with her mother and brother, the loss of the family patriarch, and it was quick as old habits returned, old routines coming back to what they had always been. Souta was no longer a child, a freshman at the University and she was no longer the young teenager of her youth, no, she was a married woman, now. Only a year, but married nonetheless, hopefully soon to add mother to that title, and breakfast was the same. Loving, and irritating all at once.
"Souta, stop it!" She glared to her younger brother, "I'm still bigger than you!"
"Hardly!" He cried, mother eating peacefully between her children, cat sleeping on her lap with a gentle, pleased purring, "I'm a whole foot taller than you, now!"
"I hardly see how that's the point! If I kick you in the balls, I'll be taller once you fall to your knees!"
"Kagome!" She heard her mother scold. Kagome settled to quietly, icily glare at her brother. Apparently, somehow, someway, glaring said to Souta, 'Throw a pickled egg at me. I dare you.' And, oh, he did, egg flying straight and true, landing squarely onto her chest.
"Oh, that's it!" Kagome sprang to her feet, leaping over the table to the long since running boy, flying past the screen door, approaching him into the backyard, gaining speed as he headed to the old well, that well she hadn't of thought about in…years. His taunting fell on deaf ears as she halted in front of duel screen doors, turning her glance, a moment's flashback causing her head to pound, her ears to flush with blood.
She stood, strong and straight, a powerful young thing of eighteen, and she stared him down, glare mighty but voice that sweet, patient tone, "What do you want from me, Inuyasha? Since I was fifteen, I've been waiting for you to leave me. I've been waiting for you to choose her." Her heart was broken, and he could see it all over her face."I…I don't know, Kagome." The hanyou dropped his head in a sort of defeated resignation, "Please, don't go." He was too afraid to look at her, too afraid to look up, and see her gone through the well that they stood against, twilight lighting their moment, their 'here and now'.
"I'll visit, Inuyasha. But, Kaede has the jewel; Naraku's dead and gone. I have to get back home, to my life. I-I want to stay, but, I'm not a little girl anymore, and I have to be realistic. I have to be honest for myself, and for you."
Those pooling, gold-stained irises finally glance up, remaining shaded behind the falling of those silver-tinged bangs, "What do you mean?"
Kagome took in a desperate sigh, "I am in love with you, Inuyasha." There was a moment's pause before she said it again, "I'm in love with you, and being here hurts. Like I said, I'll visit." She reached forward, and rather than removing the fragile beaded necklace, she ripped it apart, letting the azure stones fall at their feet.
"Kagome…" She could feel his want to touch her, and she could feel his exercised restraint.
"What do you want from me?" Her voice was that ever gentle sound, like a butterfly sweeping through spring.
"I…nothing." She drew back from him, leaning herself back against the well, fingers grinding into the splintering old wood.
"I thought so." I can't wait forever, she told herself, "I can't waste my heart," she spoke out loud, "I'll visit," she lied.
Her fingers had deftly spread the doors open, and in her dream, in the midst of her flashback, she'd walked an oh, so familiar path, standing just before the well, fingers grinding into that splintering wood, just like so long ago. She felt nervous. Had it been so long? Had it been seven years, already? Of course, and things were so different. She'd left the day she'd returned to her world, for school in New York, for the American Ballet Academy, even though she'd only started dancing at seventeen, she'd a passion for it, whether she was good or not. She was over being academic; she'd wanted to be an artist, of any kind. If he had said something different, if he had said he'd wanted her, she would have never left him ever again, but he didn't, and she never once would resolve herself to pushing him, that wasn't fair, but she new it was true. She new she couldn't wait anymore, she couldn't resolve to waiting any longer, and resenting him.
Perhaps, she thought, perhaps, just maybe, she should visit, only for a moment, maybe to see if she could find someone, anyone. To see how everyone was, after all, she'd cried so many night, she missed them all so much, Sango, Kaede, Miroku, and Shippou.
Kagome was brave and she leaped into the well.
A/N: A little background on this idea: I love drama. Desperate, hopeless drama. I also loved Inuyasha when it was on, but I always wanted to see a bit more from either Inuyasha or Kagome. Cute only works for me for so long, and I wanted to take a more realistic approach to the feelings I would imagine someone with unrequited love for so long would have, even in such an unrealistic world and setting. I wanted to make a passionate, highly emotionally fueled story. I love the very idea of such a story. Something mature, and full of spit, and gravel, love and bitter-sweet possibilites, anger, betrayal, broken-hearts. The whole nine-yards. As I said previously, I wanted to write something terribly desperate, something that every chapter I write that you, the reader gets to see, you feel broken for the characters. A story you can both root for the characters, and hate them.
I know I sound pretentious, and I'm sure some of you readers won't like what I've turned the characters into, and if that's the such, I humbly request that you give me your ideas in a constructive manner. I always take them to heart. Flame, if it makes you happy, but if you have an idea or opinion, say it. I want to hear it. I'm writting this for fun, and entertainment.
Oh, and, thanks so much for reading. :)