Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
No one asked why when she told them, like a child she quit. no one asked why when she asked them to get the stuff from the office. No one asked when she hid her tears.
Because they knew.
Sesshomaru didn't have to tell them, Kagome didn't have to tell them.
They knew.
They knew them, they knew their past, they knew her.
They loved her.
He was there when Shippo, tall and thin with messy hair in human form, came.
"Hey" Was all he said with a shrug.
Sesshomaru watched as he dug for Kagome's stuff,
"She could not come herself. Is she so afraid that she sends you?"
Shippo shut the drawer hard "She's not afraid, she never been afraid of you."
"Then why this?"
He didn't even know they knew.
"She afraid of her heart, like always." He looked at Sesshomaru, trying to stand tall. "Like Inuyasha, she's sparing you. Unlike Inuyasha, she won't get over it. This wasn't puppy love"
He moved to leave and Sesshomaru turned to watch him.
"You know"
Shippo snorted "We all know," He said,
How's that possible "She told you?"
Shippo turned "No, I am a demon. You may not speak much and you may have your thoughts in check, but your eyes don't lie, Sesshomaru. Never have, not from me, or Kouga, or your brother. We can smell you on her, around her, in her." He said with a slight blush,
What the hell did that mean? He didn't look at her any kind of way in the past.
The elevator dinged "You won Sesshomaru. You got what you wanted, you always do."
Then he was gone.
Always got what he wanted?
Like hell he did. He didn't get his birthright; he didn't get to save Rin; he didn't get to fly anymore, to fight anymore; he didn't get the merger he wanted.
Now this?
Did he want her? All of her. Not just her body, not just her heart, but her smile, her tears, her mood swings, her soul? This was pathetic. So what, after all this, she wasn't going to speak to him, see him? It was her damn fault he was even here, any of them were even here. She was the one who came back, she was the one who asked him to live, to be here.
But he agreed.
He took out his phone. Surely, she wasn't just going to act like he wasn't around.
He dialed.
She changed her number. That was easy enough to find out and he would find out.
That night he didn't sleep easy, he didn't sleep at all. His bed sheets didn't smell like their sex anymore. He was pretty sure by now her skin didn't smell of his seed. Her sheets didn't smell like him by now.
There was nothing left now.
Except that every time he closed his eyes he could hear her moan, feel her power, need her touch.
He opened his phone and sent a message she would never get.
I need to FILL you.
It was no lie, he wanted her and it bugged the hell out of him that she didn't want him. What woman didn't want him? Her.
Maybe if he knew, he could see that she was hurting and that her ignoring him was not just her getting over him, it would be easier. If it was love like they claimed, shouldn't they both be hurting? Why did she change her number? Why did she send him, he wanted to see her?
What if that last time was the last time?