Author's Note: Wow, twelve chapters! Thanks for sticking with me, everyone.

Disclaimer: I wrote my first Inuyasha fanfiction thirteen years ago. And still, I own none of the Inuyasha series or its characters. So sad.

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Chapter 12: Resistance

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Kagome

"What. The fuck. Took you so long?" Inuyasha growled.

Kagome folded her arms over her chest defensively. She and Sango had dropped by the museum after school, where they'd discovered that yes, Inuyasha was back nice and snug in the mirror. They'd had to wait hours at home, where Kagome had hurriedly written up her extra-credit report before they could go back to the museum at closing time and sneak in the janitor's closet.

Kagome knew Inuyasha was going to be pissed off when he showed himself. She was prepared for that. Which is why her arms were folded defensively over her chest. She jutted out her bottom lip, determined to stay in control this time, no matter what happened. "We had school, Inuyasha," she explained, "and we could hardly get you out in the daytime. But we're here now, so what does it matter?" She tried not to think about his naked chest, or the way Sango's father's pants hung nicely off his hips.

"It fucking matters!" He yelled, pounding at the glass with his fist. Kagome bit her lip against arguing with him. She and Sango had a plan, and she was counting on the plan to keep her strong, to save her relationship with Hojou. She was sticking to the plan.

Sango stepped up then, purposely ignoring Inuyasha's outburst. "How'd you get back in the mirror? Kagome said you just disappeared."

Inuyasha's eyes shot to Kagome then, and she immediately looked away, blushing furiously. She pushed away the vivid memories of their tryst on the rooftop. She didn't dare look at him. She didn't know if she was strong enough to resist if she got caught up in the golden color of his eyes.

"Keh," he said. "I was pulled back in by one of Kikyou's sub-spells. Apparently, no matter where I am, the mirror sucks me back in at daybreak."

"Does that mean you can't be out of the mirror when it's daytime?"

"I assume so." He said. Kagome could feel the heat of his gaze on her. Don't look at him, don't look at him, don't look at him! She chided herself, keeping her eyes firmly planted on his feet.

"Well, how is this going to work then?" Sango asked, continuing her interrogation. "If you get sucked back into the mirror every time the sun rises, how will you have enough time to collect the jewel shards and weaken Kikyou?"

He didn't answer her, and the silence stretched on until Kagome was good and uncomfortable. She fought the urge to glance up and see what he was doing, but she knew he was still looking at her. She could feel it.

"Oi. Wench." He finally called, and Kagome felt herself flinch. "Look at me." He demanded.

She didn't move. She still didn't trust herself to be in control. And if he was spelling her by locking their eyes… she didn't want to chance it."

"Oi!" He barked again, but Sango cut him off this time.

"She's not feeling good today Inuyasha," she said simply. "Just answer the question, how is your plan going to work with you being sucked back into the mirror every day?"

Kagome heard him snort, and she glanced up at him only when she felt the heat of his gaze lessen. He was staring down Sango now, his brows knotted together. She tried to keep her eyes from wandering, from roaming luxuriously over his cute, furry ears, his long, luscious, silvery hair, his abs – who had abs like that? – like they were carved from stone. She tried to keep her eyes from wandering down, down, down to where his pants draped from his hips. She tried to keep her eyes from catching his happy trail, which started a few inches below his perfectly placed belly button.

She failed. Gnawing at her bottom lip she felt the familiar, intense need pool between her legs. Her cheeks betrayed her thoughts; she could feel herself flushing bright red. Somehow she was able to tear her gaze away and fix her eyes firmly on the ground. The image of him was burned into her retinas. She couldn't erase it, even when she closed her eyes.

Was he spelling her? What Sango said earlier made sense. How else could she explain the forceful, passionate feelings that overwhelmed her every time he was near? How could she explain her thoughts turning mushy and muddled? How could she explain her immediate, instant wetness? She subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease some of the discomfort she felt.

"There's no way for me to break the spell… yet," Inuyasha said. "But I think I know a way to take the mirror with me. Make it portable. That way I won't get sucked all the way back here every time the sun comes up."

Kagome mulled that over in her head, still gazing at the floor. That was good news! If he could make himself portable, then she wouldn't have to keep sneaking back into the museum and breaking him out. They could find Inuyasha someone else willing to help him get out of the mirror every night. There had to be one single, unattached girl out there who didn't mind kissing a deliciously scrumptious hanyou. She felt her eyes start to move up automatically, searching for another glimpse of him, and she immediately slammed them back to the floor. She had to stay strong. Hojou, think of Hojou, she chided herself.

Hojou, with his pale brown hair, pretty light brown eyes and easygoing smile… He was so cute, so sweet, and so human; completely and utterly opposite of everything Inuyasha was. Hojou liked her, he really did. He showed it in the things he said and the things he did. Staying with Hojou was the right thing to do. Hojou was comforting. She was used to herself around Hojou. Hojou was safe.

Inuyasha was anything but safe. Inuyasha was jagged glass, ready to slit her open and drink her life away if she slipped and fell. He was the spark of ignition, the gun, cocked back and ready to shoot if she tried to run. He didn't love her like Hojou loved her. But she had felt his need for her every time they touched. And just that one, single touch was what did her in every time.

Don't let him spell you, don't let him spell you, Kagome chanted while keeping an ear open to listen to Sango converse with the hanyou.

"Okay, we'll get you out so you can fix the mirror to take it with you," Sango said, stepping closer to the mirror. "All I have to do is kiss you, right?"

Kagome strained herself listening. Inuyasha didn't speak at first, and she wondered what he looked like right now, what his eyes were saying that his mouth was not. Don't look at him. She demanded.

"Oi, wench," he called out. And she knew, she just knew he was speaking to her. "Oi!" He said again, injecting a growl into his words. "Look at me."

Kagome refused. She felt her legs shaking. The small quivers started at the tips of her toes and made their way up her thighs.

"Oi." He said, softer this time. "Ka-go-me."

It was like a punch to the gut, her name on his lips. She felt the wind rush out of her, and she knew she was going to give in. Her eyes darted up and locked onto his. Molten lava. The sun. Liquid gold. All rolled into one. His forearm rested against the other side of the glass, his other hand halfway through his hair. And she saw his resentment. His hate. Her eyes widened in reaction to his anger. It radiated from him in waves, crashing over her.

"What?" He sneered, his lips pulling back from his teeth. "Disgusted by what you see? Can't stand to even look at me anymore, much less kiss me my freedom?"

She opened her mouth to argue. Of course he didn't disgust her! Disgusted was the last thing she felt when she looked at him, when she kissed him.

He cut her off, whipping back to lock eyes with Sango. "Whatever, it doesn't fucking matter. Just get me the hell out of here, girl."

She snapped her mouth shut then. Maybe… maybe having him believe she was disgusted was better. So she watched, silent, as Sango stepped up to the mirror.

"It's Sango," she said.

"Yes, I know your fucking name. Get me out."

"Please?" She asked, a mock smile on her face.

"Please." He growled.

Kagome stood and watched as Sango put her hands up to the mirror, leaned in and pressed her lips to the glass. There was a strange drop in the pit of her stomach, and it took a few seconds to realize it was the beginning spark of jealousy. She didn't want Sango to kiss Inuyasha, that was something she did. She stumbled upon him in the middle of the night first. She was the one that he'd asked for help.

What the hell are you thinking? This is good, this is to save your relationship with Hojou! She bit her tongue against her conflicting emotions, and watched as Inuyasha leaned down, slowly matching his lips to Sango's. Any moment now, she'd see him step out of the mirror, like magic.

Any moment now…

Five seconds went by, then ten. Nothing happened. Sango and Inuyasha stood on opposite sides of the glass, looking like some artist's abstract painting of a reflection. Finally they both pulled back, stumped.

"It didn't work?" Sango asked, looking up at Inuyasha, then back at Kagome, shrugging.

"I don't get it. What did we do different?" Inuyasha mused, bringing his hand up to cup his chin, lost in thought.

"Did you guys kiss differently? Use tongue or something?"

"Sango!" Kagome hissed, flushing bright red.

Sango rolled her eyes and waved her hand at Kagome's griping.

"I didn't think about it, but it make's sense," Inuyasha said, glancing between the two girls. He cursed. "Try it one more time, Sango, maybe I'm wrong."

Sango shrugged, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips. "Inuyasha, if you want to kiss me, you need only ask."

His eyes widened, then he grinned back. "Keh," he said. "Come here."

What the hell is she doing? Kagome seethed on the inside. Sango was supposed to be helping her with her Inuyasha problem, not flirting with the half-youkai sex-god. She grit her teeth and resisted the urge to pull Sango away from the mirror. This was a good thing, she shouldn't care who Inuyasha kissed. It shouldn't bother her. She watched, heart pounding wildly in her chest and they leaned in again, pressing their lips onto the glass.

No magical glowing, no hanyou stepping out of the mirror. Sango and Inuyasha both pulled back again. He knotted his eyebrows and shook his head. His eyes slipped to Kagome.

"Sorry." He said, his voice flat. "Looks like you're it."

"What do you mean, she's it?" Sango asked.

"It looks like Kagome's the only one who can kiss me free. I thought that might be the case, but I had to be sure."

"Why do you think that?"

He shrugged. "Another of Kikyou's sub-spells perhaps? Maybe she's spelled it so that she can only free me. And your friend being her doppelganger…" He let the rest hang.

Kagome felt her heart quicken at the idea that she was somehow special in all this. That he needed her, not anyone else, to help him. But then her stomach dropped, realizing what it meant. She didn't think she'd be able to control herself if she kissed him. Of course. Of course she'd be the only one able to free him from the mirror. Dread crept over her. She stayed rooted in place as Sango walked over, reaching for her hand.

"It's okay," she mouthed. "Just think about Hojou. Do it quick."

Nodding, trying to quell the shaking in her hands, she moved towards the mirror, her eyes locked firmly on the ground in front of her feet, until she was right in front of him. She could see his bare feet, half-hidden under the pants he'd borrowed from Sango's father. If she closed her eyes while she kissed him, if she refrained from looking at him at all, maybe she could get through it. Hojou… think of Hojou…

"Still can't look at me, wench?" Inuyasha snapped, and she winced at the bitterness in his voice. He moved, too quick for her to see. He was suddenly in front of her, sitting on his haunches, his eyes level with her own. As soon as her gaze locked to his, she was lost. Soft eyes and brown hair faded to golden and silvery platinum. Inuyasha filled her to the brim. He pierced through her. She felt naked in front of him, like he could read her very soul.

Slowly, she leaned in, heart racing, blood boiling in her veins. She pressed her lips to the cool glass, now a familiar sensation, as her eyes drifted shut.

His lips were warm against her, and there was that feeling again, that warmth that was so addicting, that spread through her like fire. His shoulders were free, then his hands, and he wrapped his fingers around her shoulders as he stepped fully from the mirror. Sighing into him, melting at his touch, Kagome opened her mouth to him, inviting him in.

He ripped away from her suddenly, digging into her shoulders before pushing her violently to the ground. She shrieked as she landed on her backside, eyes wide, staring up at him, shocked. "Wha-?" She asked.

"Hey!" Sango shouted, running to her friend's side. She placed a comforting hand on Kagome's shoulder. "What was that for?"

Inuyasha ignored her, keeping his eyes fixed on Kagome. "Wouldn't want to have you kissing me too long," he spat, "since I disgust you and all." Then he turned and walked back to the mirror to study the frame.

She sat there, mouth agape, on the floor in the middle of the museum. Why was he so pissed off at her? It wasn't fair! She wasn't acting this way because she wanted to, it wasn't her fault she couldn't control all these new, extreme emotions. It wasn't like she'd been asked to be dragged into any of this. She'd been happy before her life started to fall apart.

In fact, the way she saw it, it was his damn fault that she was acting like this. If he wasn't such a damn good kisser, moaning into her mouth and grinding up against her, she wouldn't be all messed up in the head! If he hadn't shown himself to her in the first place, she'd have gone on her merry way, doing things like homework and dating her boyfriend. Did he think she wanted to be here, in the middle of the night, in a deserted museum, setting him free from his stupid magic spell? Again. How dare he act all offended, as if she'd done something to insult him? He'd been insulting her constantly since he first showed himself to her! Well, screw him, she wasn't going to take any more of his crap.

Pushing Sango's hand away, she stood on shaky feet, took two very angry steps towards him and folded her arms. "Hey." She said. "What is your problem?"

"My problem?" He growled, spinning on his heel to face her. "I don't have a fucking problem, you're the one that can't stand to fucking look at me, much less touch me."

"I'm looking at you now, aren't I?" She exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, good for you, I'd give you a pat on the head like a good little girl if I didn't think you'd vomit from the contact."

"Now wait just a minute, I-"

"No, you fucking wait a minute. You don't have to make excuses, I know what you are. Fucking racist bitch."

Kagome reared back as if he'd just slapped her. "R-Racist?!" She shrieked, disbelief coloring her features. "Racist?"

"Yeah," he growled, taking another step towards her. "Racist. You don't have to fucking hide that you think I'm a monster. It's not the first time I've had someone react that way about me being half-human or half-youkai." He shook his head in disgust. "Have to say though, I thought you were better than that."

"I-I-I'm not a racist!" She exclaimed, following him as he turned and stalked back to the mirror. "Hey- hey!" She cried, reaching up and grabbing a handful of his hair, attempting to tug his head toward her. He didn't budge, of course.

"Just… Just go stand with your friend and let me work." He snapped, refusing to look at her.

Dejected and horrified at the very thought of her being racist, Kagome turned and obeyed him, stomping her anger out as she made her way to where Sango stood. "I am not a racist." She seethed.

"Of course you're not." She agreed, patting her on the arm. She dropped her voice then, whispering directly into Kagome's ear. "So how was it?"

"How was what?" Kagome whispered back.

"The kiss! Did it work? Were you able to resist? Even a little?"

She felt herself flush again. She was doing that a lot tonight. Biting her lip, she shook her head. "It's useless. As soon as I look at him, I'm done for."

Sango nodded. "It's too bad the mirror didn't work for me. It would have been a good test to determine if he was spelling you or not."

Smart Sango.

"Oi, stand back," Inuyasha called over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Sango asked.

"Just get back a couple of feet, I'm breaking this damn thing."

"Um…" Kagome spoke up. "You're breaking it? Is that safe?"

"Keh!" He spat, still refusing to look her way. "If I work fast enough it should be. Now will you two move back or do I have to pick you up like a couple of baby girls and put you where you need to be?"

Rolling her eyes, Kagome gripped Sango's wrist and led her further away from the mirror.

Inuyasha walked nonchalantly over to the display to the right of the mirror. It was the hilt of a sword, the blade having been broken off years and years ago. He reached out and picked it up out of the display case before walking with the same careless strut back to the mirror.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure you just tripped like, a dozen silent alarms," Sango informed him.

"Doesn't matter." He waved her words away. Then he sucked in a sharp breath of air and raised the sword hilt behind his head. "Here goes nothing," Kagome heard him mutter as he brought the sword hilt around in an arch, like the swing of a baseball bat.

It struck the mirror with so much force the air around her shook. Glass shot out around him as it broke into dozens of pieces, all different sizes. They clattered to the ground, and quickly, without saying a word, Inuyasha reached up and gripped both hands around the bottom right corner of the frame. It bent and twisted under his grip, and he ripped the two sides apart, repeating the same on the top right corner, coming away with a long, thin side of the frame. Haphazardly stepping around the glass he found one of the bigger pieces and plucked it out of the pile, moving to a clear area before setting it down. His ears twitched, and he sighed.

"Here they come." He said.

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