Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, or any of the characters from the series used in any of these stories. I don't own any of the songs, either. They were all written by Maroon 5.
Summary: Inuyasha comes home to find his fiancé cheating on him. There are companion pieces to this one.
Can you see me, floating above your head
As you lay in bed
Thinking about everything that you did not do
Cause saying I love you
Has nothing to do with meaning it
And I don't trust you
Cause every time you're here
Your intentions are unclear
I spend every hour waiting for a phone call
That I know will never come
I used to think you were the one
Now I'm sick of thinking anything at all
You ain't ever coming back to me
That's not how things were supposed to be
You take my hand just to give it back
No other lover has ever done that
Do you remember
The way we used to melt
Do you remember how it felt
When I touched you
Oh cause I remember very well
And how long has it been
Since someone you let in
Has given what I gave to you
And at night when you sleep
Do you dream I would be there
Just for a minute or two do you?
You ain't ever coming back to me
That's not how things were supposed to be
You take my hand just to give it back
No other lover has ever done that
Heartache, heartache I just have so much
A simple love with a complex touch
There is nothing you can say or do
I called to let you know I'm through with you
With her arms crossed and her face set in a frown, she stood in the doorway and watched him pack as if he couldn't get away from her fast enough. She opened her mouth to say something and found her throat was terribly parched. She closed it, swallowing to slake her throat. When she found her voice again, it was raspy and hoarse.
"Where are you going?" she asked him quietly.
"You know where I'm going," was his terse reply. He didn't even spare her a glance as he continued to pack, stuffing a shirt into his duffel bag with all the anger he was feeling. She nodded.
"Of course," she laughed dryly, humorlessly. "I don't know why I asked. It's good that you have friends you can rely on like that." He barked out a bitter laugh.
"Yeah, seeing as I can't rely on anyone else," he replied.
Her frown deepened and she sighed, taking a step into the room. He stopped packing momentarily to shoot her a sharp glance, warning her to stay away. She got the hint and stepped back and he resumed packing once more.
"Inuyasha…" she murmured. He zipped up the bag and threw it across the room with the others, and she jumped when it hit the wall with an uncouth thud.
"Don't try to offer any explanations. You don't need to draw me any pictures. I know everything I need to know. I seen it with my own eyes, Kagome," he told her, his voice dangerously low. She shook her head slowly, her blue eyes wide and angelic as she clasped her hands together in front of her pleadingly.
"No, Inuyasha, you have to understand--"
"Understand what, Kagome? Understand that you were fucking that dirtbag in my own house while I was working? Understand that the one person I shoulda' been able to trust the most in this world turns out to be the one that stabs me in my damn back? I understand that just fine!" he hollered. She gasped, and then the tears were falling, sliding down her cheeks and leaving shimmering trails in their wake.
"No, it… it just… happened. It didn't mean anything. It was just… I was just… It happened in the spur of the moment. It meant nothing, Inuyasha. It meant nothing," she whispered, stepping into the room. He took a step back, putting distance between them. If she were to get close to him, he couldn't he held liable for his actions. And he was beyond pissed, but he did not want to hurt her.
"Don't come near me, wench. I ain't gonna' be responsible for hittin' no woman. God knows I'm pissed enough to do it, too," he told her. She bit her bottom lip in an effort to keep herself together, hugging herself around the waist as she shifted her weight to one foot.
"Well what do you want me to do…?" she sobbed quietly. Inuyasha shook his head slowly, his breathing hard and even as he stared at her with cold eyes. It was enough to send a tremor down her spine; he had never looked at her that way before. For the first time since she'd met him four years ago, she was frightened of him.
"I don't want anything from you. I should have listened to Kikyo when she told me you were no good for me," he seethed. She flinched visibly at his words. He shook his head slowly, picking up his bags and moving to leave the room only to find her blocking his path.
"Just get out of the way," he sighed irritably. She shook her head fiercely; her black tresses thrashing to and fro as she stubbornly stood her ground.
"No! No, Inuyasha! I know I've messed up bad this time, but I'm willing to work through it if you are! Nobody's perfect, and baby, if you'll let me, I'll--"
"I said, move!" he shouted as he pushed past her and out of the room. But she wouldn't let him go so easily. She followed him throughout the house pleading her case. When he made it to the front door, she latched onto his arm and planted her feet firmly to the carpet.
"No! Don't leave me, Inuyasha! You can't leave me! You said you loved me and that we'd be together no matter what, now stay!" she screamed, stomping her foot.
Inuyasha dropped the bags from the hand she was holding onto and ripped it away from her, flinging her to the ground in the process. He shot her a long glare before reaching to open the front door and picking up his bags once more. And then he was gone, leaving Kagome Higurashi behind in a broken, sobbing heap.
"I'm sorry…" she cried to no one.
His day had begun normal enough.
He had risen in the morning, grouchy as usual. He'd showered, dressed, kissed his fiancé goodbye, and then he was off to work. His shift had gone how it usually did.
When he arrived, his boss, who also happened to be his brother, harped on him about being ten minutes late. He had waved him off rudely, snatching up his mug and moving towards the coffee machine. He argued with Kagura about having the last bit of coffee (which was silly because they both knew it would be refilled five minutes later), then stopped by Miroku's office, who attempted to make his morning better with a lewd joke, as he did every day.
"Hey, Inuyasha," he'd said while spinning around in his office chair. "Got one for you."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Miroku's jokes were usually of poor quality. But he liked to humor him anyway.
"Lay it on me," he told his friend dully as he sipped his mug. Miroku stopped spinning, his eyes gleaming playfully as he grinned at Inuyasha.
"Ok, so an old guy is sitting on a bus when a punk rocker gets on. The punk rocker's hair is red, green, yellow and orange. He has feather earrings. When he sees the old man staring at him, the punk rocker says, 'What's the matter, old man? Didn't you ever do anything wild when you were a young guy?' The old guy says in reply, 'Yeah. One time I screwed a parrot. I thought maybe you were my kid,'" Miroku said, grinning all the while.
Inuyasha stared at him over the rim of his mug for a moment before he nearly choked on his coffee laughing. Miroku smiled.
"Ha, I finally got you to laugh," he said. Inuyasha nodded.
"For a first…" he told him as he turned to leave the office. He should have known then that something was amiss.
He had gone home after his twelve-hour shift was over, and it wasn't until he'd pulled into the driveway of his home that he'd realized something didn't feel right. And as he'd climbed the porch steps to his house, things in his stomach began to move, and his skin began to crawl, his heart rate increased in the most foreboding feeling he'd had since he'd stolen his brother's car as a teenager.
He took a deep breath as he steadied his hand on the doorknob and then twisted. He pulled the door open to find darkness… and everything was eerily quiet. He'd crept into the kitchen, through the dining room with a predator's ease, all his senses on high alert.
No, he didn't smell anything burning… he didn't see anything broken or missing… he didn't hear Kagome crying… Everything seemed alright. He stopped in the doorway to his living room, calling out to his fiancé.
"Ka--" he began, but then he noticed a single garment on the floor, next to the stairs. Already knowing what it was, he stalked over to the pair of panties, lifting them with a single finger and finding them in a dampened state.
He dropped them and with shock written on his face, began ascending the stairs, which were littered in clothing. He growled as he kicked his bedroom door open to find his fiancé, his Kagome, writhing and mewling out sounds of intense pleasure, kissing and breathing heavily beneath someone that was not him.
"Kouga, you bastard!" he'd hollered as the man flung himself away from her. She cried out in surprise and reached for something to cover up her nude state but could not find anything on the bare floor (in their haste they had not made it to the bed).
"Calm down, Inu-kuro. Let's talk about this in an adult manner," Kouga said in a surprisingly calm voice.
But Inuyasha had only become more enraged at seeing the love-bites left on his arch-enemy's neck, and lips that were still red and swollen smirking in their usual cocky manner.
"Only talking that's gonna' be goin' on here is you calling for your own ambulance, you crooked bastard!" Inuyasha shouted as he lunged for Kouga. But Kouga always was faster than Inuyasha. He dove under the arms reaching for him and without looking back at Kagome, dashed out of the room and down the stairs, snatching up his clothing as he went.
Kagome had remained quiet for quite some time, her dreary, brown eyes staring at the ground as she felt angry, violet ones glare into her. All he did was glare; he could do nothing else. Well, that wasn't entirely true.
With a shake of his head, he'd gone to his closet and began to pack his things. Kagome left the room to retrieve her clothing. When she'd returned, most of his bags were already packed.
Now here he stood on someone else's porch, his hand poised at the doorknob, but not quite touching it. It had begun to rain on the drive over, and now he was sopping wet.
His hair was plastered to the sides of his pale face and neck, tiny droplets clung to his long and dark eyelashes like dew, and his T-shirt became transparent, sticking to his firm abdomen and chest like a second skin.
He was frozen there, had been for the past twenty minutes. His breathing was heavy and labored, as if the rain had soaked up all the oxygen. He licked his lips indecisively, wiping away the cold precipitation that had gathered there. His hand stayed poised above the doorknob, reaching, but still not touching. And when it began to twist of its own accord, he blinked in surprise.
The door was snatched open by someone on the other side and the most pregnant pause ensued as he stared into a pair of eyes he hadn't seen for a whole year. And suddenly, he was engulfed in warmth as arms were thrown around him. And he clung onto it for dear life and his eyes drifted closed slowly as breath warmed his ear in a voice he had been missing for some time.
"Oh, Inuyasha…"