Disclaimers: I do not own Inu-Yasha
Chapter Three: House of Truth
"That damned, selfish bitch!" Inu-Yasha raged, balling the soft fabric within his clenched fist.
"Wha-" Yuka took a timid step away from the raging hanyou, looking at him with disbelieving eyes. 'I can't believe Kagome's husband would talk about her like this . . .especially when she isn't here to defend herself!' Yuka thought with astonishment.
"No, no, no, no Yuka," Miroku started, sensing Yuka's discomfort. "As you can see, Inu-Yasha is a hanyou. Half dog demon, as in bitch meaning female dog . . .and since Kagome married him . . ." He let it hang in the air, hoping Yuka would fill it in herself.
"Oh . . ." Yuka said softly, some enlightenment filling her eyes.
"Yes, that's it dear," Miroku said, placing his hand onto her back. "Now, what are you gonna do . . .WHAT ARE YOU DOING INU-YASHA!?" Miroku shouted as he tuned his attention back on his friend.
"What?" Inu-Yasha snapped as he pulled off the white shirt that he had been un-buttoning.
"Th-that," Miroku spoke as if it was obvious while waving his hand at Inu-Yasha's bare chest. "God Inu-Yasha!" Miroku yelled, throwing a hand over his eyes as Inu-Yasha started to un-button his pants and slide it off.
"I'll say," Yuka breathed, her eyes widening at the sight of the man before her. 'Lucky Kagome . . .never been with a man, and the only one she gets is . . .gorgeous!'
"There is a female in the room man!" Miroku exclaimed, starting to shield Yuka's eyes.
"So, she doesn't seem to mind!" Inu-Yasha called out as he left the bathroom. "You're the only one who has a problem with flesh."
"No . . .not flesh . . .just flabby flesh, burnt flesh, red flesh, pimple flesh, wrinkly flesh, and man flesh," Miroku corrected, pointing his finger upward in an all-knowing manner.
"So basically," Inu-Yasha's muffled voice spoke as he entered back into the room, pulling a pair of sweatpants on. "You only like woman flesh, and also if the flesh isn't flabby, burnt, red, pimply, and wrinkly . . .pervert," Inu-Yasha spat with a disgusted face.
"Shut up Inu-Yasha . . .and what are you doing?" Miroku shouted as Inu-Yasha climbed onto the ledge of the window.
"I'm going to go look for my 'wife', before the bitch gets raped or something," Inu-Yasha answered swiftly before jumping.
"He's crazy!" Yuka screamed, rushing to the window to see Inu-Yasha land smoothly on his feet.
"I know, he's running around without a shirt in winter, yuck, man flesh. But his wife . . .her flesh felt good under my fingers," Miroku spoke in a reminisced kind of way.
"This reminds me," Inu-Yasha declared, jumping back into the bathroom. He strode over to Miroku and landed him one on the side of the head. "Now get out of here."
"But you said I could use your room!" Miroku complained, whining like a three-year-old.
"No I didn't. Now get out of here. When I drag that wench's ass back, I don't want her to see you . . .well being you," Inu-Yasha commanded as he picked up the fabric he dropped with his shirt. Suddenly, as quick as he came he was gone; out the window again.
"Come on Sango . . .let's get out of here," Miroku spoke in a sullen tone, dragging himself out of the bathroom.
"My name is Yuka!" Yuka protested before giving him a good smack on the back of the head, and storming off.
"Ah, I'm sorry! Come back Yuka," Miroku begged. "Please Sango!"
"Yuka! I knew you wanted Sango first, the way you were eyeing her in the reception!"
x.x
"Damn that wench!" Inu-Yasha growled as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. Luckily he had caught the faint smell of the young bride among all the dumpsters. "She had to climb down a fire escape. God forbid she uses a door like a normal person!" He grumbled as he stopped in front of a random house, losing the scent of roses and honey.
"Well I wouldn't exactly call you normal either," a familiar voice taunted from behind him.
"No one asked you," Inu-Yasha snapped, throwing a brief glance over his shoulder before doing a double take to see his wife standing in the doorway. "You!" He growled before advancing forward.
"Welcome home dear," Kagome squeaked before slamming the door in his face.
The words immediately stopped Inu-Yasha in his tracks. He let the words digest before taking a clear look at the house. The house seemed old and rickety, with half the gutter falling and the other needing cleaning. The shutters on the upstairs window were crooked and one looked like it was going to fall off. There were some holes in the roof, and a crack in the top window. The house appeared to be very old and needed a lot of repairs.
"Oh hell no I'm going to live in this dump!" He shouted before charging into the house, immediately regretting it as the door began to swing dangerously. The inside was worst than the out, but he didn't bother to look as he made his way towards a light.
"Hello . . ." Kagome said softly as she began to bustle around what appeared to be a kitchen. Inu-Yasha watched her intently as he noticed that she was no longer wearing the hindering dress. Instead she had on a pair of black sweatpants and white T-shirt.
"What the heck is your problem?" Inu-Yasha growled.
"What are you talking about?" Kagome whispered, placing a kettle on the stove, then moving over to the refrigerator.
"I meant leaving me at the hotel while your suicidal ass decided to climb through a window and down a fire escape!" Inu-Yasha exclaimed.
"You were sleeping . . ." Kagome answered timidly, keeping her back to him.
"That isn't an excuse!" Inu-Yasha roared, marching forward and grabbing her arm, whirling her around to face him. He backed her up until they were up against the wall. "Now," Inu-Yasha spoke in a strained tone, placing both hands on either side of her head against the wall. "Answer my question . . .why the hell did you climb out of a window?"
"I . . .I . . .I didn't want to be near you," Kagome spoke, her eyes wandering everywhere except near Inu-Yasha's face.
"Well that answers everything. Of course, cause every time I didn't want to be near my parents I climbed through a window."
" . . .Well, didn't you?" Kagome asked nervously, taking a quick glance at her husband. Just in time to see the tiniest of smiles.
"That doesn't matter wife," Inu-Yasha sneered, placing a lot of stress on the last word. "If anything should happen to you, it'll be my ass on the line."
" . . ." Kagome grew even more silent as she let the news digest. The feelings just adding onto the dangerous amount already locked up. "Do you think I care? Cause news flash! I don't!" Kagome shouted, locking her eyes with his.
"What's your problem?" Inu-Yasha questioned, regaining his composure after her outburst.
"My problem is that I married a man who is in love with another! My parents are as poor as the hobos on the street! Not once in my life have I had the chance to go out with a man because I wasn't permitted; I had a fiancé! I live in an old beaten down house and have the worst job in which perverted men think they have the right to grope me! Oh, and to top it off, my first kiss was during my wedding!" Kagome ranted, finally letting out her pent up energy.
" . . ." This time it was Inu-Yasha's turn to be speechless and let things register. Kagome's heavy breathing seemed to begin to clam down. The kettle starting to whistle, showing the water was boiled.
"Would you like some tea?" Kagome asked, going back to her soft tone. Surprising Inu-Yasha somewhat with her moodswings.
"Um . . .no thanks," Inu-Yasha spoke in a daze as he watched her move the kettle and turn off the stovetop.
"That's fine . . .you should get back to the hotel any ways," Kagome dismissed, waving her hand in an un-caring fashion. Though Inu-Yasha did not miss the disappointment in her eyes.
"Why is that?" Inu-Yasha asked curiously, quirking an eyebrow up.
"The plane leaves in an hour for the honeymoon," Kagome responded simply, taking a quick look at the cat clock hanging on the kitchen wall. "The tickets are at the hotel . . .and a suitcase is prepared for you. It's waiting at the base of the stairs."
"Thanks," Inu-Yasha said a little nervously. Leaving the kitchen with her.
"Wait here," Kagome commanded once they reached the front door. She rushed into an adjoining room and came back quickly with a jacket in her arms. "Here," she whispered, holding it forward for Inu-Yasha to take.
"Thanks." He recognized it immediately as his own.
"It's cold out . . .and you um . . ." Her voice trailed off as her eyes directed themselves away from his chest.
"Yeah," he said, placing it on and then taking hold of the suitcase. Kagome rushed forward and opened the door. "So . . .this is your house . . ." Inu-Yasha commented as stepped out and looked up at it. For some reason he just didn't feel like leaving just yet.
"Um . . .yes, it's mine . . .I mean ours," Kagome answered nervously.
"Listen . . ." Inu-Yasha spoke, rubbing his head. "Back at the hotel . . .I didn't mean what I said. In fact, how about we go on that honeymoon trip together. We can leave right now together to get the tickets."
"I'll think about it," Kagome replied, a small smile spreading on her lips.
"Well . . .then you can meet me at the airport," Inu-Yasha suggested hopefully.
"Yeah . . .I'll think about it," Kagome nodded before shutting the door.
x.x
'Where is she? The plane is about to leave!' Inu-Yasha thought, looking up at the clock at the airport terminal. 'What has gotten into me? Why did I invite that girl to come?' The thought had been bugging him since he left the house. Constantly it nagged at him. 'It's probably because I feel sorry for her.' He concluded, remembering back to her tirade in the kitchen.
Inu-Yasha thought, looking up at the clock at the airport terminal. The thought had been bugging him since he left the house. Constantly it nagged at him. He concluded, remembering back to her tirade in the kitchen."All passengers for flight 4-11, we are now boarding. Please hand in your ticket, then step onto the plane. I repeat, flight 4-11 ready for take off." A voice announced over the intercom.
"Inu-Yasha!" A feminine voice called out.
Inu-Yasha looked up to see a long-legged blonde running to him. Her brown trench coat flowing behind her along with her waist length hair. She was waving her arm in the air while calling his name.
"Ikaru," Inu-Yasha spoke with fake enthusiasm, while the color drained form his face. "What exactly are you here for?"
"Oh you big silly!" She exclaimed, jokingly punching his arm. "You called me and told me to meet you here."
"I did? . . .Oh, I did!" Inu-Yasha proclaimed, just vaguely remembering the call he made in the hotel room when Kagome went to 'bathe'.
"Aren't you glad to see me?" Ikaru pouted.
"Of course!" Inu-Yasha said, bringing her into a hug.
"Flight 4-11 passengers, this is your last call to board the plane. I repeat flight 4-11 passengers!"
"That's us!" Ikaru exclaimed happily, pushing Inu-Yasha towards the terminal. Inu-Yasha just nodded as he handed the stewardess the tickets.
"Wait, I forgot my coat, I'll meet you on the plane," Inu-Yasha said.
"Okay," Ikaru said as Inu-Yasha hurried to his seat. He looked up in time to see a stunned and hurt looking Kagome.
"Kagome," he breathed. Kagome just shook her head and took off running. "KAGOME!" He shouted, hurrying after her.
A/N: There we go! Hope you enjoyed it. Yes, two chapters in two a row. I'm on a roll! Well, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
