The Laws of Two Women and a Man

Prologue: Perpetuity

He had left. It was simple. He had simply packed his things and left. Left her left their lives together and left their home. He did not look back it seems. She had headed for the clinic in the morning, came back and he was gone. Only his clothes were taken with him, no picture, no memento, no remembrance. She cried, harshly and nakedly. He had really left, taking nothing to remind him of her, yet leaving everything to remind her of him. She swore at his heartlessness, cursed and tore at the fact that he did not look back, did not want to, and did not even spare a piteous glance at her at all. Then, she begged. Did he really not love her anymore?

What were his sweet words then? All the 'love yous', 'miss yous' and "forevers" sure did not last forever it seems. How she wept thinking of them, thinking of the way he had said them and how he was going to say it to another. She resented that she could not keep him, that she could not have him any longer and that she could not hate him for it. It was not her choice but his; yet faithfully, she could not fault him.

Nothing is fair in love and war. It was not one plus one nor was it how hydrogen and oxygen made water. It was not like grammar and was not the like the study of World War Two. Love, her love was not recited like that, not restrained by the laws like gravity. However, in all her being, she wished it was. She wished she could correct it like math, separate the problems like separating atoms in a scientific theory. She wished she could rewrite history and marked his leaving as grammar gone wrong in an essay. Yet none of these would bring him back. Nothing could ease her pain either.

All the hurt, all the memories she could not put to place. Every hope, every joy, now could no longer find a home in her. The heart wound was deep, meaningless and ironically profound. Mostly, it was a hole she could not fill, a hole without her love.

She was sorry it ended this way.

She was heartbreakingly sorry.

"Till death do us part Inuyasha." She said and afterward, she cried.

"Wow."

"You have said that the fifth time."

"And I'm going to say it again." The lady retorted and leaped at her male counterpart, embracing him in a hug. "Wow." She whispered into his ears before giving him a light peck on the nose.

The man grinned and tightened his arms around her waist, effectively tucking her into the cage of his body. Anything for you Kagome. Not that he would say it aloud. They stood at the sidewalk for a fragment of an eternity, soaking up the seasonal warmth of the sun and the warmth of each other. It was picturesque perfect. A man handsome as the woman was beautiful, embracing each other on the sidewalks of a magnificent house, soon to be their home. It was a picture for the flyer.

"Why don't we head inside?" the man offered his arm to the lady.

"Since when were you so polite Inuyasha?" she teased.

"Keh!" the man named Inuyasha quickly withdrawn his arm and stalked into the house.

"Hey!" the woman cried indignantly, jogging after her lover.

"Hurry up wench. The sun is already setting because you're so slow." The man tilted his head backwards, sunlight falling upon his face, kissing the gold of his irises. The girl huffed at his comment and wrinkled her nose is mock annoyance.

"I'm not slow! And my name is not wench! It is Kagome! Ka-go-me!" She jogged forward and caught up with him, only because he let her.

"Keh." He allowed her to fold their arms together as both headed through the front door. Their voices ceased as they crossed the threshold that led them into the newly bought home, leading them into a place that they would stay together and shared together, now and forever.

Well, perhaps.

"Hmm." Kagome placed the end of the pencil on her lips, a habit she acquired during her high school days. Her long hair splayed across her shoulder as she lay horizontal on the bed, one pencil tapping her lower lip, the other tucked behind her right ear.

"So, how are the plans coming along?"

Inuyasha joined her, one hand toweling his long hair, the other smoothing her back, tugging on the hem of her tank top that had ridden up. Kagome rolled off her stomach and faced her fiancé. The man leaned down and nuzzled her nose before giving her a light kiss.

Already they were living together in the new terrace house that Inuyasha had recently bought. However, only their shared bedroom was mildly furnished. A bed, dresser and closet sat on their spacious floor, the rest, including the whole of the house, waited to be interiorized. Kagome had taken the liberty to do what ever she wanted with their house since Inuyasha did not want the job.

"Mmm." Kagome peaked at Inuyasha with one eye open. "With the budget you're giving me, or the lack of one, I'll say the plans are going along fine. I mean I can spend however much I want right?"

The pondering woman giggled at her fiancé's horrified face and chewed her lip as the giggles died down. The man, her Inuyasha, frowned slightly and growled at her.

"However much you want?" His face took on a predatory glow as he got on fours and prowled towards her.

"Uh huh." Kagome nodded impishly as she scrambled backwards to the edge of the bed, teetering over.

With a playful gnashing of his teeth, the grown man leap upon his lady and grabbed her under the ribs. Kagome screamed bloody murder as Inuyasha's fingers attacked her ticklish spot.

It was not like Inuyasha was poor; in fact, he co-owned a hotel-resort management company with his brother that was worth millions locally, not taking into account the overseas projects and ventures that the company was involved in. All in all, he was definitely not a man of lack.

"Inuyasha stop!" Kagome chortled as she attempted to push against her attacker's chest. "I was joking! Only joking!"

Inuyasha's hand stilled against Kagome's tummy and tucked stray locks of her hair behind her ear. He smiled as he gazed at the one he loved. He rarely told her that; rarely pronounced in words his feelings for her.

"I love you." His sudden confirmation startled her as she looked at him queerly.

He loved her so very much. The way her dark and wavy silken locks brushed her fragile shoulders, when it slips through his fingers, the way her nose wrinkles when she's confused, the way her blue eyes soften at him and also burn so fiery at him at times; everything about her brought him unexplained joy, joy he could not refuse.

"Inu, are you feeling ok?" Kagome placed the back of her hand on his forehead, causing Inuyasha to cease his pondering. His arms back around her small slim waist, tightened. He loved that too.

He leaned in and kissed her, molding his lips against her soft ones, deepening the kiss as one of his hands lifted her head, tilting it, his other hand caressing her hair.

"You can spend however amount you want on our house Kagome." Inuyasha whispered against her lips.

The businessman knew that Kagome would not do as she proclaimed earlier. The woman hated excessive and indulgent expenditure, especially on her own person. Giving to others was not a problem, yet spending on herself was a no-no.

"This is my house too, so don't go Salvation Army on me ok?" Inuyasha pinched the bridge of her nose and ruffled her hair as if she were a kid.

"Are you saying that I'm stingy?" Kagome rubbed her abused nose, shooting Inuyasha a glare of a tiger; in her case, a tigress.

The man, recipient of her glare, shrugged casually and pinched her nose again.

"What are you going to do about it princess?"

The retorts on Kagome's lips burst into incoherent laughter as Inuyasha once again morphed into the tickle monster. Pillows tossed onto the floor as the deciding match of the better wrestler commenced. It was a full minute before all stopped at the call of the phone. Inuyasha reached for his cell phone that managed to safely land on the floor.

"Hello?" Inuyasha straddled Kagome, using one hand to pin her arms down and the other to support the cell phone against his ear.

"Good evening, is this Mr. Inuyasha Takahashi sir?" A curt and grim voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, speaking." Kagome struggled hard against the man, kicking her legs in the air to no avail. She glowered at Inuyasha, sticking her tongue out at him and the grown man simply did what any other man would do- he stuck his tongue back out at her. Well maybe not any other grown man, just Inuyasha.

"Sorry," Inuyasha said into the phone. "Could you repeat what you said earlier? I was kind of," He added pressure against the arms of the struggling woman under him, "distracted."

The man sighed into the phone, distinctively hearing Kagome's voice. "Sir, you're wife attempted suicide yesterday. We need you to come down to Tokyo Hospital for certain verification and paperwork."

Inuyasha's grip on Kagome's arm slackened and his eyes widened in shock.

"What!"

"Inuyasha?" Kagome scrambled into an upright position, facing her partner, concerned.

"Inuyasha, what's wrong?"

Out of the large speech the doctor gave, Inuyasha's mind only registered one thing, the fact that she had an overdose of sleeping pills. Sleeping pills that he did not even know she had. All other facts flew over his head as his senses dedicated themselves to her, gazing at her face, her form, lying motionlessly on the bed.

Then, the doctor said something important, but he did not hear. He closed his eyes to focus. "Could you repeat that?" He could vaguely remember himself asking the same question not long ago, and the answer was not pretty. The fates laughed at him as the answer was not any prettier now.

"What!"

The doctor looked exasperated, tapping his pen impatiently on his clipboard, re-explaining the effects of drug overdose on the womb. "I would suggest your explicit presence Mr. Takahashi. Many women who lose their babies fall into depression easily. She will need your support and reassurance sir, especially when she wakes."

The stricken man settled himself into a metal chair next the hospital bed, looking at the fallen woman with a gaze almost akin to the one he gave her one year ago.

"Kikyou." His hoarse voice filled he private ward. He wanted to say that he was sorry but she was not awake to hear it. He did not notice the doctor leaving the ward as his thoughts and emotions ran his consciousness into overdrive. He had been happy with her, enough to say that he loved her, enough to agree to the idea of 'till death do us part'.

She was the closest thing to a female friend that he ever had. Ironically, she was his rival's company's lawyer yet she was his friend, his confidant, his wife. She was. But problems aroused; problems that she could not deal with and could not accept. She could never fully accept his roots, the roots of his family that were so entwined with hers. She never did change her name to Takahashi.

A soft click shook Inuyasha out of his bitter musings. He looked up. "Mom."

A woman in her late forties paused at the door before fully entering. She walked up, ignoring Inuyasha's offer to help her with her baggage. She gazed softly at her daughter and hardened her heart against the man that was asked for her daughter's hand one year ago. Quietly, she retrieved a manila folder from her bag and laid it onto the table.

"Explain." The woman broke the silence.

Inuyasha kept his eyes trained on the envelope. He knew what they were. They were divorce documents. How was he to explain to his wife's mother of their problems? She did not know of the difficulties in his and Kikyou's marriage throughout the year, Kikyou never wanted to tell her mother.

He knew that she did not want to hear anything else, especially how sorry he was, she would take it harshly, so he settled for the brief and the vague. "We had our problems. It was for the best."

"For the best?" Kikyou's mother looked away from him, her eyes misting over. Her daughter's demise was for the best?

"I thought that you were different Inuyasha."

Both of them knew what she meant. Inuyasha wanted to explain, wanted to tell her clearly what went wrong. But he knew right now, that was not what she wanted to hear. He knew that she blamed him.

A/N: Eh heh. 'The Butterfly on the Flower' is under a major revamp right now. I'm ripping it apart and piecing it back together. I might combine it with my other story 'The Only Things Unfading' which is on A Single Spark. Nothing is confirmed and I'm really really sorry for those who read the other two fics. Gimme another month or two and it will be up! I PROMISE!

Anyways, for this new fic, I'm intending to really pour into it, so no fret. I have already gotten the next three chapters out, it just needs a little fine tuning. The next chappie will be up real soon. ;) I do hope to read your reviews! Even if its to erm.. scold me. Eh.. Heh heh.. argh! I"M SORRY OKAY! ;)

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