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Ok so I'm sorry but i't might take a while for me to add chapters into my story. You see I have school and Homework and I also have to go to sports afterschool. So what im trying to say it will take a while to add chapters.
Chapter 2
"Inuyasha come here
b-ba-by" Inuyasha says.
He can start to talk her down with that, but when he lies on his bed and pants his bare stomach, he's so beatiful she just caves in. His skin's the Smoothest thing thing she's ever touched, his belly's got no hair. Something like church, the feeling she gets when he pats himself. The sound feels holy. She'd like to drink from this small, perfect bowl.
She remembers a buck she saw once in the woods-the buck saw her too-two Novembers ago. She'd scooped a hole in a pile of leaves and crouched down, breathing their dusty crackle. The sun melted behind the while rusty needles shined yellow, then blue. She wasn't hungry or thirsty. She closed her eyes and held her breath, living on sunlight and leaf dust-light as air. Then, the sound of a boy pounting his belly, so proud of muscles and tight skin-that's what it seemed like-the drum of his belly beating danger and secrets, but when she opened her eyes, there stood a buck, beating his hooves on the dry ground.
She left out her breath, he didn't move. She opened her heavy wool coat, lifted the sweater Gram Towle knit, she opened the buttoms on her pants. She tapped her belly, cupping the buck's rhythm in her palms.
"C-come here, b-baby," Inuyasha says again.
He's lying on his back in the dark hole of his room, hands under his head, white hair midnight blue, T-shirt off, smiling at her like somebody's sweet boy, somebody's naughty boy. He blows her kisses. She hates him for something, he did something –Kikyo again. She cried a whole day and night, home sick from school. He did something said something.
"I d-didn't mean it," he says.
He looks he might cry. He's her baby, come on, baby. He pats his belly. It's the loneliest drumming she's ever heard, a sound from the distant place where girls go when they run away. But if she ran, who'd coax her back? who'd hold her, rock her, rub soft lips in the hollow of her throat? Who'd say, Come on, baby, come on, Kagome I love you, baby, come.
The buck watched her, she watched him. His eyelashes were longer than Inuyasha's. She saw his heart beat in his neck, a thrill of drumming just under the skin. He's curios, she's curios back. She rises slowly, leaf fragments tumble from her hair.
"Come here, baby" she says to the buck. He dosen't blink. She's thrirsty, parched from breathing November leaves.She drinks his eyes, touches him where his heart's beating just under the skin. It was hunting season then, now its may and black flies have stapled her ears.
Inuyasha pats the drum of his belly. "C-c-come here, baby." She kneels on the edge of the matress, leans over to breathe his breath. He smells like beer and dope, pizza, danger, speed, some other girl he's loved. She forgets why she hates him. She still hates him. She's parched from breathing November leaves. Tomorrow she'll run away, she'll remember why she hates him, she'll remember the taste of where he's been and all the hurtful things he's done.
He pats his belly.He's her beautiful boy.