And...here it is, Chapter 11! It took awhile, but this is like three chapters in one, over 7,000 words long.
This chapter was a BEAST to write and I could not have done it without my amazing BETAs : Ember Reverie, ruddcatha, WindKissedSakura, and Wenchster who helped me so much throughout writing it. 💜💜💜
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Chapter 11
"I hardly think his grace will approve."
Kagome stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her dressing room, fidgeting as her new handmaiden, Kagura, finished her buttons. Kaede had informed the younger miko that her new servant had been a member of the household since Inuyasha's return and he would spare her for Kagome.
"Pish posh, your grace." Tomoyo disagreed from the corner as she gently rocked Shippo against her shoulder. "How could any man not approve of such a splendid gown?"
"Now shoo, all of you." Kaede barked. "My nephew will be arriving soon."
Smoothing the skirt, Kagome studied the gown as the women left, leaving her with Kaede. The older miko had chosen the garment in question; and she certainly had odd tastes. The bodice featured very modest shoulders with a collar that framed Kagome's slender neck, but the corset pushed her generous breasts up above the scooping neckline inches more than polite society would deem appropriate.
Even so, society wasn't whom Kagome was concerned about.
Well, you'll have to face him sooner or later. Might as well get it over with.
Having signed the marriage papers, Kagome had no intention of angering Inuyasha – who had already been mysteriously disappearing early each morning from the estate. While the cut of the gown wouldn't displease the duke, the colors certainly would – crimson and white. Things between them had been - cordial - in the past two weeks since her fainting incident. She grew stronger every day. Soon, she hoped to tend to the neglected garden.
A haze of mist broke Kagome from her thoughts, the tart scented fumes inducing tears as her watered eyes tried to focus on the perfume bottle in Kaede's hands as she knelt before her. "What on earth is this?"
"Insurance," the older miko stated simply, spraying her skirts. "This will mask your scent."
Kagome didn't ask questions; she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answers.
"Ye look like perfection itself," Kaede beamed, setting the bottle down and straightening the hem line.
A smile tugged at Kagome's lips; the women had given her so many compliments she was beginning to believe them. Accidentally glancing at the painting framed over the pianoforte, something she was trying to avoid doing since she entered the room, her happy demeanor changed.
Depicted in the form of a formidable white dog with glowing eyes, the former duke stood atop a pile of monstrous skulls and crushed bone. From each of the skulls rose a soul, their features twisted in agony as their white forms spewed forth, meeting their end as they dissolved into the air.
Recalling Inuyasha's matching red eyes as he punched Naraku sent a shiver down her spine, discomforting her. It was an odd choice of a painting for a woman's dressing room, to be sure. "Kaede, what do you know about Inuyasha's demon?"
The old miko followed her glance, rising to her feet. "Ah, I see. Most demons, like the former Duke Toga, are full blooded. Their souls are fully demon. Since they possess a singular mind, some demons can change into animal form when threatened." Gesturing to the painting, she sighed. "Ye can imagine how upsetting such a form would be to society, and people, such as your father, feared such power."
"But Inuyasha, as you know, had a human mother, my - sister." Her eyes became distant, the last word trailing off. "So his demon and human souls war against each other constantly. His mind never rests, fighting a never-ending battle against himself."
How awful, Kagome thought sadly, for him to never be at peace.
"If a hanyou feels threatened, the demon half manifests trapped inside its human body. In unchecked form, the demon can consume his humanity. For lack of a better word, he can turn feral – losing his sense of self and becoming consumed by his emotions – reduced to a carnal state."
Kagome's mind was spinning like a spool of thread, trying to comprehend such information. Inuyasha could have killed Naraku in the gardens that night with a swipe of his claws, he possessed more than enough brute strength. Everything about him had been inhumane – his eyes, his claws, even the primitive manner in which he moved.
Monsters, her father had called them. No doubt, the depiction on the wall brought the word to life in her mind – the image itself more frightening than her darkest imaginings.
No, Inuyasha is not a monster.
But as familiar footsteps echoed and the door opened behind her, Kagome's hands fidgeted over her gown like a fledgling bird – uncertain and hesitant.
Kaede, I hope you know what you're doing.
An abrupt snort from the entry alerted Kagome to the upcoming battle of wills in which she did not wish to engage.
"I recall I instructed you no red, no white, and yet, somehow, you managed both." Blunted claws drummed the mirrored dresser near the doorway, each strike more powerful and exasperated than the last.
Nice to see you too, your grace, Kagome thought, internally rolling her eyes.
"Did ye, Inuyasha?" Kaede set a pondering finger under her chin, eyeing him thoughtfully through her lashes. "I cannot seem to remember. After all, this ole brain is not what it used to be." Turning to Kagome, the older miko gave her a secret wink. It was unmistakable; her nephew cared for the young woman and she couldn't help but want to aid in encouraging his affections, whether or not he admitted them.
Inuyasha scoffed, his eyes never leaving the dress; he was surrounded by impertinent females. And good Gods, if he didn't need anything else to irritate him, that perfume smelled awful.
"She looks lovely in them." Kaede placed her hands on Kagome's taut shoulders, guiding her beside the duke. "Does she not, Inuyasha?"
Opening his mouth to retort, then realizing Kaede's antics had a purpose, narrowed eyes rounded on Kagome. Fabric of scarlet complimented her rosy complexion, her healthy color having returned from her condition. The faded marks across her neckline blended back into her skin, leaving only the faintest of scars. He dared not look lower, or he would fixate on another of her features due to the plunging bodice.
She looked lovely indeed.
Damn my aunt.
Some of us appreciate our aunt's sense of taste, his demon noted, shamelessly studying Kagome with renewed interest. Inuyasha's demonic half had waited years for vengeance on Lord Higurashi. Years where every waking moment was spent devising and envisioning how he might obliterate his adversary. Now, his foe was in outright ruin, with no capital. Before breakfast news had arrived that his bank was facing foreclosure. He would have nothing, just as Inuyasha's family formerly had under his corrupt laws. Everything he set out to do was accomplished.
He should have peace, yet it still eluded him.
It was an unmistakable fact he was now stuck with the miko because of his humanity – who had already accepted her as a potential mate. When he let his human half guide him, her presence had a stronger impact. But what his humanity wanted didn't matter, because such a bond had to be mutual for all parties involved – his humanity, his demon, and Kagome.
And that secret was something he would never reveal while his humanity denied needing his demon. He would let his humanity live in ignorance, believing she was not his mate.
Quivering hands smoothed her red skirt again as he continued to stare. This was a mistake. He was so angry that he wouldn't speak to her. That would not do. If only she had spoken out against the dress, then she could have spared herself from having to endure his disappointment.
Lifting her skirts that seemed heavier than before, she walked past him to the entry. It was going to be a long night.
"Wait, my lady. Your necklace." Lady Kaede opened the box to reveal delicate, multi-tiered stands of enormous diamonds and dainty pearls.
While Inuyasha wanted to volunteer, it would be best if he allowed Kaede to put on the necklace. He didn't need to be distracted by Kagome's beauty tonight. He had a job tonight – to protect her from Naraku.
But his demon had other ideas.
His demonic side would never accept her as a mate, however, that wouldn't disrupt him from making the most of the night. Her intoxicating scent had long faded from his bed, leaving it cold and uncomfortable as he tossed and turned in its absence. The memory of her draped against him assaulted his thoughts every time he stared up at the canopy. The more he pushed the visions away, the stronger they resurfaced, often evolving into fantasies of her bare body writhing beneath him as he pinned her down, his eager cock claiming her for the first time.
His humanity could be friends with her if it wanted, but he desired much more.
His demon had permitted Inuyasha to believe he had a choice for too long.
He could play with fire and not get burned.
I'll take over from here if you don't mind.
Don't you da-
With a thump against his chest, Kaede shoved the box in her nephew's awaiting hands. "I'll see you two later. I have someplace better to be."
Inuyasha had one night where he could touch her under the guise of upholding their charade - and he planned to seize advantage of every opportunity. The visions and memories of her spicy scent were no match for reality – a reality in which his demon was skilled at inducing.
"May I?"
Kagome could merely nod; it was only a necklace. It seemed childish to deny him. She wanted to please him; nothing was worth spending the night riled with one another.
"I didn't -" Kagome licked her bottom lip, fixating her eyes on the floor. "I didn't choose the gown. It is too much. Perhaps there is time to change."
A firm finger beneath her chin bound her gaze to his. "No, for once my aunt was right to defy me. Tonight, the colors suit you."
He's...touching me. A blush warmed her cheeks, her uncomfortable gaze breaking from his. Just maintaining the ruse, she reminded herself.
Before she had the chance to change her mind, Inuyasha released her, lifting the necklace from the box. Kagome concentrated on her breathing as the duke moved behind her, which was not the improvement she anticipated. If anything, it made the moment more intimate, every second prolonged as she waited with anticipation for his touch.
Finally, his rugged hands reached around her collar. The top of the necklace was a choker and the chill of the metal against Kagome's skin contrasted Inuyasha's warm fingers that ever so lightly caressed her shoulder.
A lithe hand held the necklace in place against her thundering pulse so it would not fall. It was the closest she remembered being to him since the night at the inn, when her body was entwined atop his.
Was she breathing? Her body tingled with hypersensitivity; her knees weakening, swaying back towards him.
No.Locking her knees, she swallowed, soothing her parched throat. It was unfair that he had such an effect on her, with her having such a minuscule influence on him.
How can he unravel me with mere touches?
Unwieldy fingers struggled not to fumble with the delicate clasp, but even if he did, Inuyasha didn't care. Hovering against the nape of her neck, he inhaled leisurely, taking his fill of her natural scent he craved, untouched by the perfume. Every muscle of his body yearned to touch her, to be closer to her. The sound of her breath hitching made him close his eyes as his fingertips trailed down the top of her spine, over her shoulder, then away from her body into the harsh coolness of the air.
As much as he wanted to continue, there was a ball to attend.
"Remember, if he shows up, stay by my side." The duke offered her his arm, "Shall we, princess?"
All Kagome could manage was a breathless nod.
…
(Vitamin String Quartet – Stay With Me)
The main hall had been impeccably decorated, every detail executed by Kaede with the intent of inspiring romance. Bunches of white roses in tall red vases were arranged throughout the grand room; their delicate petals also scattered across the black tiled floor. Arrangements of willowy floral stems and greenery graced each chandelier, elegantly draping towards the floor. The melodious sound of violins resonated throughout the room, filling each crevice with a delightful and dreamy symphony.
Kagome surveyed it all with excruciating precision as she descended the stairs on Inuyasha's arm, examining the crowd for glowing red orbs and coal colored hair. The pleasant sensations of mere minutes ago were gone. As he led her to the center of the ballroom for their first dance as husband and wife, her entire body was rigid. Unbeknownst to her, the fake smile on her lips had faded.
Every face stared in anticipation, examining them with knowing looks that pierced the young miko's soul – no doubt waiting for her to slip. To reveal the pretend sham of a marriage. They were cornered; the crowd circled around, blocking any escape routes.
I can't – I can't do this.
"Stare into my eyes." Warm, husky words shook her from her stupor.
"Excuse me?" As the thought escaped her lips, she found herself obeying his command, tearing her eyes from the crowd.
"We are blissful newlyweds, remember?" Her erratic heartbeat was easily detectable; she was in dire need of a distraction only he could provide. "You said you would act the part."
She discovered it impossible to look away.
"Besides," he continued, his words barely above a whisper, "he isn't here. You can relax."
It's just a dance, after all, Kagome should enjoy herself, as was expected of a new bride. Yet, she was fearful to let her guard down around the duke. She didn't trust herself, which is why she had put the rules in place – to protect her heart.
Couples dance all the time at balls without developing an attachment, she reminded with Koga didn't arouse that strange flushed feeling that encompassed her entire form. Inuyasha had no need to hurt her now; surely things would be amiable and chaste.
Unlike that night at the tavern. Unlike the necklace. Unlike the way he was looking at her now.
Their bodies swept into a slight bow as the music stirred.
"Too distant. Come closer."
Silently wishing Kaede's outfit included gloves, Kagome felt Inuyasha's bicepsas they shifted beneath his black velvet coat, the soft black fibers of the fabric caressing every sensitive nerve. The opposite hand felt the callouses of his palm as it gripped hers in flawless form. Luckily, her muscles moved through the steps of the slow waltz by memory, so she didn't have to overthink gently touching his cheek as he touched hers.
Inuyasha had never been one to care much for these sorts of frivolous events, despite being trained for them since birth, but having her next to him had unexpected effects. The lights in his ancestral home seemed brighter, the air light like a feather, the music rich and fluid – almost if it were tangible as the melody flowed around them.
All the ghosts had ceased, leaving only the two of them.
No longer able to meet his stare, Kagome drew slightly back, looking past him to focus on something less - intense. Instantly, she found Koga, daring a quick glance at the wolf lord. But his lips formed a grim line as he met her eyes, casually leaning against the far wall. Then he turned away, effectively ignoring her.
Her heart pained as he left her field of vision in a jarring spin that was unusual of her partner. Does he no longer care for me? Of course he doesn't. He thinks you are married and your father sent him away.
Regaining her composure, she forced a smile. "People are watching, your grace."
"That princess, I believe, is precisely the point." He had spun her away from Koga with a sour expression as soon as her heartbeat sped at the sight of the mangy wolf. Having made a promise, he wouldn't break it, but neither would he aid Koga.
Tonight, her glances and smiles would only be for him.
Kagome swallowed the never-ending lump rising in her throat as she once again acknowledged his hands against her skin, caressing her with a gentle, yet suddenly demanding touch. Is Inuyasha still at his games? It was difficult to be indignant at him when his eyes were twinkling and he wasn't throwing underhanded insults at her. Still ignoring his eyes, she glanced down at the subtle red floral design of his shirt. Despite knowing how much engaging him in banter burned her in the past, she couldn't help but rise to the occasion. She was a player, in a game that constantly evolved.
"If I didn't know better, your grace, I'd say you enjoy maintaining our ruse."
Kagome spun with the dance, gracefully this time, pressing her back against his chest – pressed against him as she had been once before. The pace of the music deliberately slowed as his fingertips traced the length of her arm. Making the room more intimate, the sweeping drawn out notes held yearning, as if they were trapped, longing to be released.
In Inuyasha's mind, this was the only concept of love in which he was capable. Passion. Desire. All consuming lack of rational thought. Deny it all she wanted; she certainly desired him. Even the slightest touches made her scent enticingly spicy - like a warm and sugary cinnamon.
Spinning her back out, they reconnected. "And are you enjoying yourself?"
Brown eyes fluttered to his lips at the whispered words. Inuyasha's hand traced up her spine, tenderly and possessively entangling in her hair, fingertips skimming the fine strands at the base. Instinctively, she carefully leaned back to ease the tension, exposing her neck to him. A shiver consumed her, culminating in a particularly hot and wet sensation at the juncture of her thighs as her back arched, forcing her bodice against him.
Thankfully, Kagome knew the final move by heart, a gentle dip back, one of his hands supporting her back, the other holding her hand. Except the hand that was supposed to be on her back remained in her hair, trapping her helplessly against him. Burning a path up her dress, the other hand had halted beneath her breast, his thumb secretively creating friction against the silk clad flesh.
The music finally released and swelled into a crescendo as her small hands fisted the material of his coat; her nails gripping the soft fibers. Her lips subtly parted, every nerve no longer able to withstand the tension, her whole body aching with unmet need.
And in that moment, his demon released the domination of Inuyasha's mind.
The savory essence of her arousal consumed him, and he regretted pushing her too far in his jealousy. Tormenting them both when the occasion was challenging enough to navigate without such distractions was a foolhardy plan.
"My most sincere apologies, I-"
Polite clapping and cheers broke their trance as the music dwindled.
With a quick kiss to her hand, he broke away from her confused, breathless state. "I'm sure you have many you wish to reacquaint yourself with. I'll find you again shortly."
(Vitamin String Quartet – Say So)
The orchestra commenced a cheerful country jig as everyone lined up in the center of the ballroom, surrounding a befuddled and flushed Kagome. As the haze on her mind cleared, she brushed the prospect of fleeing aside. While this dance would have her changing partners, and there were many people she yearned to avoid in the course of the evening, it seemed a reasonable alternative to following Inuyasha.
She was afraid she would strangle him – or allow him to undress her in the middle of the dance floor.
"Your grace," Lady Kikyo bowed, shoving another young lady nearly off her feet to stand beside Kagome.
"Lady Kikyo," Kagome acknowledged, distracted by the array of gaudy ribbons perched atop her nemesis' head like a flamboyant sparrow's nest. How the young woman could think it fashionable was beyond her.
"I must admit that-"
Grateful as the line shifted and Kikyo was sent to the rear, Kagome glanced through the dancers for Koga, noticing he still stood across the room, now surrounded by eligible women. Inuyasha was not dancing either, shaking hands with all who wanted to congratulate him. No matter, the duke had ruined too many balls to take this one from her.
But did he truly ruin the dance? You liked it.
Kagome spun in the gown as she changed partners, allowing the exquisite silks to fan out around her like a blooming flower. The next person beside her was even worse than Kikyo.
"Ho- Lord Hojo." Kagome curtsied as the steps required, as her former love merely stared on. Crossing her hands before her as he remained unmoving, the other dancers spun around them. "Are- are you alright, my lord?"
Hojo bit his cheek as his mouth became parched, staring at his hands rather than facing her. "I regret I was not able to extend my congratulations on your engagement. You- you look lovely, Kags. For- forgive me, your grace."
His gaze drifted back and forth, blinking at an abnormal rate. At any moment, Kagome expected Hojo to bolt from her side, fleeing like a timid rabbit. The meeting was not easy for her either, she wasn't expecting his presence.
Truthfully, Hojo had not thought himself to attend. Upon telling his mama he had no desire to accompany her to the ball, she had forced him – to prove to her, and society, that he was over his childhood sweetheart.
Hoping that seeing her on the arm of another man would end his heartache, he complied. But Kagome only looked more beautiful. The epitome of a lady – kind, chaste, a demure voice, and a lovely presence that would look respectable beside him. To his dismay, she was still as he remembered her. At the first excuse, he would take his leave. Remembering himself, he resumed the dance.
Kagome didn't know what to do as the lull stretched on. While conversation was always easy for them, the present predicament was nothing shy of uncomfortable.
Say something. Help him. Break the awkward silence.
"Is Lady Sango here?" Kagome rose on her tiptoes to peer over the crowd, seeking a friendly face.
Hojo's expression paled as brown eyes narrowed in contempt, dropping her hands. "If you'll excuse me."
As he put distance between them, the iridescent bird's nest reappeared, leaving another befuddled partner stranded on the ballroom floor.
"Good grief, Lady Kagome." Kikyo's narrow lips fell open in an over-dramatic gasp, her head lurching back in mock horror. "Does his grace keep you under a rock? I couldn't help but overhear. You honestly mean to tell me you haven't heard?"
"I presume I have not, Lady Kikyo." She watched Hojo leave, a pang filling her chest. It wasn't her intention to pain him further than she had already. Even more irksome, her enemy knew more about her best friend than she did. "And I don't have the slightest suspicion that you soon will tell me."
Sango, what did you do?
"Well," Kikyo's feathered fan fell open in a resounding flourish, "they planned the wedding date a month from the engagement, but evidently their union was not mutual."
She paused, waiting for Kagome to rise to the bait, but all the other woman did was continue to stare at her pointedly. The secret would no doubt burst from her wretched mouth soon, she assuredly didn't possesses the ability to keep it.
"Sango-left-Hojo-and-eloped-with-Lord-Miroku!" The words eruptedout in a continuous excited slur. Kikyo took a deep breath that did little to tame her giddy demeanor, "Can you believe it? That notorious rake and womanizer!"
Kagome shut her eyes with a heavy moan. She had heard of this Lord Miroku before – a lower-class lord that had formerly been a monk. According to gossip, the celibate life didn't suit him and he had separated from the monastery and acquired land. Making up for lost time and raking across the continent, he had established quite a reputation. But if anyone could tame him, Kagome thought, it was Sango.
If her friend was happy, that was all that mattered.
Kagome only wished they hadn't both hurt their childhood friend in the process.
I must apologize to Hojo immediately.
Sensing she was losing her rival's attention, Kikyo continued, "I presume she did not aspire to be second rate to Mama Hojo."
This time, Kagome couldn't kill her curiosity. The sooner Kikyo finished with her, the sooner she would leave. "What do you mean?"
"Lady Hojo runs every inch of Lord Hojo's estate. Rumor is even if her son marries she will not relinquish it." Her shrewd voice raised in pitch, sounding more nasally. "She plans to settle with him and his bride. Who knew Hojo was such a mama's boy? Sounds like the ideal life though if you ask me, having no duties."
To Kagome, it sounded like hell.
…
The rest of the night proceeded with ease after her unfortunate encounter with Kikyo, as Kagome had succeeded in avoiding her. Upon realizing she had no one to torment, the shrew had taken her leave. Having searched endlessly for Hojo in effort to ask his forgiveness, she was beginning to think he had either left or was hiding from her.
The past two hours after she had given up on finding him had almost been enjoyable as she talked with old friends and made new acquaintances. Naraku hadn't deigned to make an appearance. She had no duties, and people kept her busy so she wouldn't think of her family.
No longer having to prove herself to anyone who might marry her came with an unexpected lightness. The title of duchess also wielded a power Kagome did not expect, as she was no longer having to mask her interests and intellect.
There was no one she was required to be – other than Inuyasha's wife.
Stealing quick glances at her husband throughout the night, she often found him staring back at her with a curiosity and longing that reflected her own. Despite the promise he would find her later, he had not asked her to dance again, much to both her relief and utter disappointment. Many times he had been near her, speaking cordially and giving her loving smiles, but he no longer touched her.
"May I have this dance, beautiful?"
(Vitamin String Quartet – Intentions)
"Lord Koga," Kagome's heart fluttered as she recalled she did not need to curtsy for him, "I was beginning to think you would not notice me."
"You look absolutely exquisite this evening, your grace. There is not a man in the room who does not notice you." Koga's charming smile relaxed her, easing the irritation at being ignored for the majority of the night as he danced with every eligible maiden in the room.
"And you look dashing, as always, Lord Koga." It was the most polite word she could use to describe his flashy outfit : an umber patterned coat with matching trousers. Heavily embellished embroidery of light brown and soft gold adorned the jacket, sleeve cuffs, and a coordinating golden vest underneath. His outfit was more elaborate than her own – which was nothing short of an accomplishment.
The wolf's nose wrinkled at the smell of the waning perfume, revealing the scent of her innocence as her skirt swayed. "You know you can always talk to me, right?" Leaning in closer, his breath caressed her face, only it had little effect on her. "You can tell me what you and that mutt-face hanyou are up to..."
Looking around, Kagome made certain no one had overheard him, but with the lack of dancers, no one was within earshot.
She laughed nervously, "I suppose we have been up to whatever newlyweds do, my lord...like eating together, sleeping...staring into each other's eyes..."
Gods, Kagome. Just stop.
Koga couldn't suppress his low chuckle, "Drop the pretense, your grace, I can tell by your scent that either the two of you aren't married or Inuyasha is the biggest idiot that ever lived."
Wait! He can smell my virginity? Oh no, the perfume! Well, at least unlike Inuyasha, Koga is straightforward.
"I would never do anything to pain you, Lady Kagome. Please, tell me what's going on. All of this makes no sense."
You can't court him unless he knows. Trust him, he'll figure it out anyway.
The song clamoring through the room was vigorous, drowning out their conversation.
"At the Hitomi ball, Na-," Kagome couldn't bring herself to say his name, as if speaking it allowed him power over her. "The host of the ball attempted to...and Inuyasha he...and we were seen together." She prayed that he would comprehend her jumbled words, so she would not be forced to relive telling them a second time. "My father kicked me out."
"And he forced you to marry him." A curt nod gestured to the duke.
"Something like that." Kagome gave him a wistful smile, "I wanted to apologize for my father sending you away. He did not concern himself with my opinion before doing so."
"I figured as much." No woman could defy his charms. "So, what's the plan, beautiful? Does he love you?"
A remarkably unladylike laugh burst from her, as her hand flew to stifle it.
"I'll take that as a no." He twirled her under his arm as the dance intended and caught her as she almost stumbled over her feet.
"Forgive me, my lord," she managed to compose herself. "You must not know his grace well if you think him capable of love. Utmost arrogance, yes, but not love."
Koga grinned, flashing his canines. "And what about you," his eyes serious, "do you love him?"
She couldn't laugh at that remark. Did she love Inuyasha? No, he was hot then distant, repeatedly at arm's length – unless he desired her. At least now she knew why, it was his demon taking over. Regardless, he did nothing kind to show his affections. Flowers, chocolates and poetry were not options that ever crossed his mind. He never admitted he felt anything for her, either. No declarations of love from the rooftops for the entire Ton to hear. Hojo would have done that for her once and she had no doubt Koga would as well.
Inuyasha was reserved, guarded. His secret morning trysts had increased to virtually a daily occurrence and he had made it clear to both her and Kaede he would not tolerate anyone prying into his personal affairs.
Without trust, there could be no love.
If he did not love her, then she simply couldn't love him. "I do not know what I feel for his grace," her whisper was barely audible to her own ears, "but I assure you, it is not love."
"Then it is not too late for me then. Your first dance almost convinced me I didn't stand a chance." Koga's form slightly slumped, "That's a relief. Whatever would I do without such an unbecoming laugh in my life."
A balled up fist gave him a subtle playful punch, "You jest, my lord."
"I suspect his grace does not hear your laugh much, does he? He looks most serious at the moment."
Kagome glanced at Inuyasha, then followed his scowl to the entrance – where Lord Naraku stood.
"Forgive me, Lord Koga. I think his grace requires my presence."
Koga mirrored her fearful gaze, "I take you to him right away, your grace."
Inuyasha struggled to relax as Kagome made her way across the ballroom, Koga beside her. The song had not yet concluded, and the only relief he felt was that she had listened to him for once. They were closer than the entrance and would reach him before Naraku.
Damn that bastard for daring to show his face.
Tactically shifting into a corner of the room, one which would have no prying eyes, he awaited them all with baited breath. No doubt Naraku would want a scenario in which he could cause a show, so he would limit his audience.
She is mine. Once mine to ruin. Now mine to protect.
You certainly did an exceptional job protecting her earlier, all against my wishes I might add. No matter what, you can't kill him – Naraku or Koga.
I will not sully Tessaiga's floor with their blood, it's unworthy.
Remember, our only concern is protecting Kagome.
Kagome. He had kept some distance from her, his demon beginning to fear the effect she had on him. Demons did not belong with humans, as his demon frequently reminded him. Children from such a union would be cursed like him with antagonistic souls. And a human and a hanyou – who really knew what the outcome of that kind of union would produce. She clearly loved little ones; he could tell by the way she looked at Shippo. Even if his demon accepted her and she him, mating her would extend her life. A lifetime was an incredibly long time to be unhappy, not fulfilling her dreams of a family. There wasn't an enemy in the world he would wish his fate upon. He didn't want children.
He had always controlled the game, and yet – now his walls were crumbling, all because of her.
He had played with fire and gotten burned.
"Your grace," Koga chirped with a modest bow, "I have come to return your charming bride." He led Kagome to Inuyasha's side. "How has your homecoming been treating you thus far? Has everything been pleasant?"
The duke ran his hand through his hair, irritated to no end that Koga wanted to make small talk at a time like this. Upon his next inhalation of breath, he fearfully realized he was doing it to remain near Kagome - to further protect her scent.
Which meant the mangy wolf knew; Kaede's perfume hadn't worked. Dammit.
A hand slipped into Kagome's as she trembled, her gaze flitting between the duke and Naraku, who was effortlessly making a straight line towards them through the thin crowd. "It seems I have been away too long, Lord Koga." Inuyasha had never seen Kagome smile like she did in his arms, never seen her so happy and carefree.
Watching them dance was a torture he had tried to ignore, noticing every time she did so much as blink excessively at the wolf lord.
She needs that happiness in this moment more than ever. His human half registered the fact with unfortunate clarity. You promised her.
All that mattered was protecting her and easing her fears. He would face his jealousy later.
"It appears most of my days are spent in the office, revitalizing my estate." He released Kagome's hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her against him, further masking her scent. "I fear her grace is lonely."
The entire time Inuyasha spoke, his eyes never left Naraku as he grew closer. Kagome could feel the airvibrating as a low growl formed in his throat. While the young miko wanted to dissolve into fear, their charade was in dire danger, now more than ever. She put her hand on his chest, smiling. "His grace is too modest, my lord. He practically never leaves my side."
"As befits a husband and his new bride in the throes of newlywed bliss, your grace." Naraku gave her a slight bow. He pivoted to look up at the duke, not showing any respect to his station and completely ignoring Koga. "Inuyasha."
Punch his lights out. How dare he! That insolent little...
"We did not think you would make it, Naraku." Inuyasha kept his tone calm and collected as he rubbed soothing circles on Kagome's shoulder. Naraku lived to provoke and Inuyasha would not fall for it tonight. As long as Kagome was by his side, she was safe. Two could play his game. "I daresay your presence would not be missed had you declined."
"Sorry I'm late, but I wouldn't miss this for the world." Naraku put his hands casually behind his back as he studied each guest with interest from the corner of the room. "It is the most unexpected event of the season. I do, however, notice a presence that is assuredly missed. Shame that the Higurashis couldn't make it to the celebration. After all," his eyes challenged Kagome's, probing for each and every weakness he could exploit, "it's not every day your daughter becomes a duchess."
She couldn't withhold her wince.
Grinning at his captive audience, Naraku rocked back on his heels, focusing on Inuyasha while speaking to Kagome. "How is your mother faring now that her only daughter has flown the nest? I do hope she's not terribly lonely."
"And what the hell would you know of anything, Naraku?" Koga seethed under his breath.
Naraku clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Ah, pup. I didn't see you there. Has her grace enchanted you as well? I can hardly blame you. She is truly enchanting indeed." His words were a distraction to buy him time – time to study Kagome. Time to get under her skin and breed doubt. "She makes quite the accessory in such a - grand estate as this one."
Koga rumbled as Naraku smirked. He simply needed to press him a little further. The mutt and wolf's scent was so intermingled with the miko's that he was unable to unravel them. His strengths were not his senses like the canines, a fact in which no doubt Kaede knew and therefore tried to protect the naive girl. She was sharp for an old miko. But the perfume's scent among the others was fading. If he couldn't goad Inuyasha away from Kagome, the chivalrous pup would serve just fine.
Then he would know the truth of the disturbing rumors.
"That's a lovely necklace, your grace." Inappropriately and deliberately, his voice grew louder. "How are your injuries? They seem to have healed nicely."
"Why I oughta..."
Inuyasha released Kagome and crossed to stop Koga's feeble punch. It was all Naraku needed to verify the reports as their scents abruptly broke from hers.
She was still pure.
No, it made no sense. The rumors they slept separately appeared to be true. She was untouched; her scent as innocent as it had been the night of his ball. How could that be? Inuyasha's possessive actions in his gardens proved he was attracted to her. Even now, she was on the very verge of her heat. And yet, they were married and not mated. That would not do.
Clearly, he had underestimated the hanyou's honor.
It was time for a new strategy.
Nonchalantly dusting off his coat although the wolf never touched him, he continued. "I hope your sleeping arrangements become more amiable, your grace." Crimson eyes looked Kagome up and down, resting on her neckline before moving downward. "It is not desirable for them to be so," his gaze flitted to Inuyasha, "cold."
With red eyes rivaling Naraku's, Inuyasha released Koga along with a fearsome growl, flashing his fangs at the demon.
Can he smell her? Or does he have a spy on the inside?
Panicked eyes glanced around them for a hint of anyone behaving abnormally.
It doesn't matter if he has a spy; they'll have no one to report back to. Protect Kagome.
Drops of red spilled from his claws onto the floor as he released them from his skin, his knuckles cracking, fingers moving with purpose. Vaguely registering the changes, light streaks of lavender formed on his cheeks, fueling his singular objective. Red eyes met red eyes, drawing his hand back as his ears pounded, drowning out the music.
Kill him.
"Inu-Inuyasha?" The frightened feminine voice was distant, slightly muffled.
Watching with sinister appreciation for his own handiwork, Naraku surveyed the miko's ashen face and wide blown pupils as she regarded the demon before her. In an innate form of self-defense, her arms wrapped around her, cowering back as she began to radiate shadows, her timid powers enveloping her like an inky storm cloud.
Clearly, his poison still possessed an effect on her.
Illusions of eerie glowing eyes and crushed skulls consumed Kagome's mind against her will, unable to look away from Inuyasha.
Kagome. The remnant of his humanity screamed the name over and over, as if it would soothe him.
But the sight of her trembling before him, eyeing him like a beast and smelling fearfully bitter, made him nauseous.
Kagome. She should have never seen me like this. She can't accept what we truly are. She never will.
Never good enough. Neither human or demon, drifting between the two worlds incessantly. Anguish fueling his rage, the last of his resistance deteriorated.
Kill him.
A blur of colors surrounded him as his eyes narrowed on his prey with clarity. The demon before him appeared unshaken and a throaty, jubilant chuckle resounded, vibrating his fangs. He would change that; he would make him beg before dealing the final blow.
Kill him.
Both hands prepared to strike at once, his canines giddy with anticipation at the thought of shredding Naraku's jugular from his throat.
Kill him.
And suddenly his eyes met brown.
Kagome stood between them, barring his blow. It wasn't about their charade, it no longer mattered. Right now, she needed to help Inuyasha. Reaching out with timid hands to touch him, he turned his growl on her, his fangs growing longer.
Inuyasha is not a monster.
The thought erased her fear, her powers receding. Her hands continued towards him, eyes never leaving his.
"Stand back!" Koga warned, "He may not recognize you in this state!"
(Vitamin String Quartet – Set Fire to The Rain)
Inuyasha's subsequent snarl was drowned out by the orchestra as his fingertips bent at unnatural angles, glaring between her and Naraku like a cornered animal.
Lashing out, he swiped at her, causing her to step back.
Inuyasha, you're not a monster.
Warm hands slid into his, gingerly holding them as he hissed, his claws halting right before they marred her flesh.
The touch of familiar skin and the faint scent of vanilla registered in the back of his mind through the fog. There was something so familiar about the woman before him. She radiated a confidence and trust that was unnatural to him – no one had ever looked at him that way before.
"Inuyasha, I'm here."
His name. She had called him by his name.
Ka-Kagome?
The simple words accompanied by a reassuring squeeze started to ground him back into reality. Lifting her hem, she tenderly cleaned his hands of his blood with the underneath of the cardinal colored silk, the wounds from his claws having already healed.
Focusing only on him, she smiled. "I believe they are starting the last song of the night. I would hate to miss it; it's my favorite. Would you dance with me?"
Tension eased from Inuyasha's hands as his nails receded, his fingertips molding around hers like their hands were entirely designed for one another.
Inuyasha nodded, golden eyes considering the woman before him. He would find the spy and end them; he would protect Kagome at all costs, even if that meant working with his demon. If there were any ramifications, he would deal with them as they arose. Before, he only thought she needed him.
But now it was clear, he needed her too. His demon was right; she was a weakness – his weakness, both his damnation and salvation.
She's okay. She's safe. She's with me.
And I'm with her.
He would not make the mistake of underestimating Naraku again.
"Give it up, Naraku." The calm, collected demand didn't match the fiery anger still burning in the duke's features as he placed a possessive hand around Kagome's waist, eliminating the space between them as he pulled her closer. "You'll never win."
"You don't know it yet, Inuyasha, but you will soon." A humorless chuckle contorted into a twisted sneer, "I already have."
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