Chapter 13
Kagome was sitting on the bed as Inuyasha lounged in one of the comfortable chairs. Both were silent. Kagome quietly put her cup of hot water down and she sighed a bit. Inuyasha looked at her.
"What's wrong?"
She walked to the window. The Fountains of Bellagio were in motion, and the "water ballet" was so breath taking. They say that it's for lovers.
"They say that the Fountains of Bellagio are for lovers."
"Oh."
Kagome was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she let loose a torrent of word that were bottled up. "And I always thought after my mother's death, that, power was all I needed to get through. Power meant that no one would ever be able to do that to me again. And I turned cold, ruthless, demanding, and greedy. I was consumed by hate and darkness. I never really saw the bright side of things. That's why I'm scared, Inuyasha. Scared that this will forever be who I am. No one can help me."
She gripped the curtains as she bit her lip. Suddenly, she felt hands on her shoulders. She turned.
"You're wrong. Like you always are."
Kagome smiled sadly. "Not this t—"
Her answer was muffled as Inuyasha's lips pressed against hers, and her body was suddenly set aflame. All her walls of defense crumbled right there and then, as Inuyasha whispered, "I'll be the one to help you."
And there was a realization that donned on Kagome as they moved onto the bed, naked, and they both felt each other. At the end, they were both sweating and breathing hard. Kagome never felt so much happiness. Inuyasha's body was lean and hard, and it filled her and showed her something she hadn't felt in a long time.
Panting heavily, Kagome grinned and said, "I used to hate your guts because I believed that you killed my mother."
She felt him pull her up to face him. "My Family did, but I went against it. I knew how powerful your Family was. I knew that it would destroy the peace between us. But they did it anyway. And my father, who went against it, was killed too. I survived, with Miroku."
"Oh," she breathed as she gently caressed his face. And then she was pushed gently back down to the bed and it began again.
"You know," he whispered, "since when did you find out about me?"
"About three years after Mother's death."
"When did you start hating me?"
"That day when I saw an updated photo of you. You had grown."
"Oh don't lie. You hated me before that."
"Fine, I did. Happy?"
"No. Not until I have more."
And it started again. They talked and made love through the night until when Inuyasha said, "I love you."
Kagome knew it. And she felt like the world was rebuilt again. Her mother's murder had hardened her, filled her heart with darkness and vengeance that she thought she couldn't live until she destroyed every last Moretti. But right then, every ounce of the hatred from her mother's death melted away, and she clung to Inuyasha as though he was the last thing connected to life.