-1 A Thing Called Marriage
They'd have a fight, and Kagome was miserable. It wasn't their first fight. Inuyasha had spent too much of his life alone, not taking anyone's else opinions into account, for it to be smooth sailing, but each time the battle raged they worked it out, first verbally, then physically.
But that wasn't possible this time. He was gone. No warning, no apology, no nothing. She'd slept in that morning, exhausted after an energetic night, only to find him outside, dressed and she knew he was leaving. She had two possible reactions, tears or anger, and she decided to go with anger. She was already feeling far too vulnerable, and crying in front of him would only make it worse. So she'd taken refuge in sarcasm, he'd responded in same, and eventually he's stormed out of the house without saying goodbye.
And then, even worse, he'd stormed back in, picked her up and kissed her so thoroughly she could still feel it days later, and then left again. All without a word.
That was when she'd cried. And then she became calm and practical. He'd return, he said he would, he always did, and this would give her time to go back to her parent's place. But truly she's not in the mood to see her mama, grandfather and little brother. She could practically hear her mother saying some advice to her when she sees her. But still she dutifully packed.
When she reached the bone eaters well she stopped and turned back to her bicycle and ride all the way back .
He'd been gone a week. A week alone in that big bed, a week of solitude and silence that wasn't half-bad once she got used to it. It would be better if Inuyasha is there. But God she missed him.
It was just past midnight when she woke up suddenly, jerked out of sleep by an unexpected noise. She sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up around her, her heart racing. She slept in one of Inuyasha's clothes and nothing else, and she simply forgotten where she put her robe. She could hear someone moving around in the front room, making no effort to be stealthy. Whoever it was must have thought they were both gone.
She slipped out of bed, yanking the sheet off after her and draping it around her as she tiptoed toward the door. She could always sneak out the back and hide. Whoever it was would have to
leave sooner or later. She opened the bedroom door just a crack, listening. She could hear a voice, low-pitched, familiar and relief swamped her. It was Inuyasha. But who the hell could he be talking to? Had he brought someone back here? She pushed open the bedroom door, ready to kill him if there was a women in the living room. His back was toward the her, and she realized he was alone. Talking to himself.
She didn't move, just watched him as calm well being flooded her body. She wasn't right without him. It didn't make sense, it was weak and ridiculous, but it was fact. She needed him to feel whole.
He ran a restless hand through his hair. It was tangled, his beard had started growing again, and he looked exhausted. "Come back to me." he said quietly, not realizing he said it aloud.
"I never left," she said.
He spun around, staring at her as if he'd seen a ghost. And then he crossed the room and picked her up in his arms. His grip was so strong it almost hurt, and he was trembling.
"Don't," he whispered in her hair. "Don't leave me."
"Never," she said holding him. "I love you."
