Absconding Sorrows
Part Five: The Move
Author: Profiler120/TamashaToko
E-mail: PG-13
Pairing: Nar/Kag
Genre: Romance/General
Note: Tamasha Toko here, I have taken up the job of finishing this fanfic since I have had the time and craving to do so. Profiler120 will still highly receive credit since both part five and part six were mostly done by her, and I will also being ending the story as she intended.
He stood on the sidewalk in front of the shrine waiting for her. He, someone who answered to nobody unless there was something in it for him, waited for her. Where was she off to anyways? It had come to his attention that she dropped out of school, so she should have been home.
He sighed inaudibly; he wasn't looking forward to this meeting.
She was a mistake, and that should have been all. He should have left her watching Inuyasha cheat in front of her in her own pool of misery, but she was no longer that same pathetic woman to him. It was as though she did something to him. Something that attracted him and repelled him in a way he didn't like but couldn't stop. It didn't matter now though. His child was in her stomach and he would be responsible despite what she wanted. Their stupidity led them to this, and they would both undergo the punishment.
Finally, he spotted her. Both her hands were carrying bags; clothing bags with designer names on the front. She had spoiled herself, and to him that meant something had to be out of place. She wasn't the kind to spend more money than she needed on material goods.
He reached, slipping the handles out of her grip easily taking her unnecessary burden.
"Hey Sesshoumaru."
Her voice, for once, didn't drop in disappointment at seeing him, but it wasn't cheerful either.
"Sesshoumaru we need to talk."
They both sat down on the shrine stairs as evening approached. He didn't object when her hand glided over the surface of his. Something had to be wrong. Kagome suddenly getting semi-affectionate had to precede only the worst.
"I have been thinking about things. We're very different people Sesshoumaru."
That much was obvious.
"I really don't know much about you really. I always thought you were striving to make a place in life for yourself where you could look down on everyone and finally have the power to squash those people that annoyed you and well…I'm not that kind of person. I'll never have that kind of life either, and I don't want to stop you from doing it."
Well, her perception of him was interesting. It seemed cruel to think of him as such a snob, but still interesting for there were a few annoying people and details he would enjoy crushing at this point in his life.
"A small hindrance, you will prevent me from doing nothing."
It sounded worse than he intended but he wasn't taking it back. She didn't look at all fazed by the remark anyway.
"I don't know. You seem to be the type made for parties, models, and huge estates. Me and the baby would probably compromise that."
If only she wasn't so compelling to him, because if she wasn't she would only bring disgust. She actually believed he would abandon his child to drink and socialize with sluts. This would have been easier if Inuyasha would have disappeared and he got to her first.
"What happened between you and me was a mistake, but it doesn't have to ruin our lives."
"You insist upon not having me then?"
She was now squeezing his hand.
"I wish I could be more like you."
"I believe you have labeled me as a jerk before all this."
"Yes, but I admire your strength of character. You never back down from a challenge. This time though, you have to let it go. Let me go. In a few years you will meet your goals and then if you still feel responsible or whatever have your people look me up. I'll be around."
She released his hand; leaning forward she pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"Your mother agreed upon my marriage offer Higurashi."
"I know, but she really has no say when it comes down to it. In order to be a good dedicated mother I have to secure a bit of happiness for myself before committing to my new responsibilities. That's something she would probably be able to agree with. Just have faith."
"In what?" he growled.
"In whatever will bring you peace. See ya Sesshoumaru."
She then left him with nothing more than a sickening feeling. He should have been content with this arrangement. She just released him from his obligations guilt free, but it didn't matter. The feeling only seemed to intensify.
She had dismissed him. This girl from an average household who had nothing in common with him had him chinked. Nothing in their previous encounters had struck him like this one had. It hadn't…hurt.
He walked away noting he hadn't hurt in years. He hadn't allowed anything remotely close to him, successfully cutting off the feeling he so loathed. But Kagome…
She had dismissed him. Kagome didn't want him. It haunted him.
Of course Kagome hadn't been staring, but she somehow knew Sesshoumaru was gone. Knowing him it was only temporary, but she had to hope he would do otherwise.
That Naraku showed signs of having a twisted mind set by seizing her family's property, but the point was he did it for her. In a warped sort of way it was kind of sweet. Obviously sweet enough for him to believe he had the grounds to propose to her, and obviously sweet enough for her to accept.
It was hard to admit her quick and careless act to her mother, but Naraku took care of that as well. He wasn't happy about being labeled as her former teacher, so he established what his relationship to her was. After it was known throughout the household that the two were engaged he announced another item of interest that both frightened and excited her.
They would elope in Kyoto to escape drama Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru could cause if word got to them. Not only would they have a quick paperwork wedding there but he also had a house there waiting for them.
His black luxurious car that seemed to match his personality as parked outside ready to take her away from home for good. He told her to pack lightly so all she loaded in the trunk were her new clothes she spent all her savings on. Money she had once saved for schoolbooks and birthday gifts for Inuyasha that could measure up to his expensive lifestyle, but all that seemed like a lifetime ago. She was against such spending but he urged her to wanting to only see his wife in the finest.
He confronted her after she used unnecessary force to slam the trunk closed.
"Smile. You always act as though I'm going to harpoon you."
She gave him the girlish giggle he had been expecting even though it was forced.
"Well, maybe not 'harpoon' me. There's just a bit too much going on. I need to rest."
He reached, pulling her to him wrapping her in a warm embrace. "Whatever you want Kagome, you shall have."
"I don't want anything but a place I can go relax and sort out my life. I'm an emotional wreck."
"The best kind of wreck."
She usually wouldn't explain everything going on in her mind or make it sound as though she needed to be pitied, but she knew it brought her fiancée joy to know she was troubled and needed him.
"You're a strange guy."
His light chuckle was amusing to her ears.
"Ready?"
"Check! I am ready. I don't know what it is, I suddenly…I feel excited about going. It's almost a twisted adventure. Could you do one thing for me though, Naraku?"
"Hmm?"
She turned to him, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Make me love you."
He tipped a hand under her chin turning her face up to him and running a finger down her throat gently. "Like no one else. Say your goodbyes, our destination is several hours away and I want you to see it before nightfall."
She nodded.
Naraku was possessive and jealous, and at the same time obsessed with pleasing her. Anything she wanted, he got her. He hadn't been exaggerating in the least. He'd stopped four times to get her something to eat, now there was so much of it that it piled around her feet making her uncomfortable. Plus the drink bottles, blanket, and pillow- he had really gone all out. It was hard to feel bitter toward someone who was being so…giving.
He wasn't so bad, but she didn't love him and she didn't want to marry him. She was beginning to believe a miracle wouldn't help that, but yet she didn't think about the other male she had the option to marry just a few weeks ago.
Rather than speak they listened to the radio. He surprised her by turning on a station with bright bouncy songs that seemed to be so opposite his character.
"Do you listen to this stuff?"
"I don't listen to the radio." He replied his eyes scanning the road.
Of course he didn't. He turned it on just for her.
"Were you dating Masaharu Sesshoumaru?"
"No."
She didn't want to lie to her fiancée; well it really wasn't a lie since she never dated him, but his question caught her off guard. He already knew it was Sesshoumaru's child she was carrying; but he didn't need to know she conceived while dating the youngest Masaharu son.
"It was just a little mistake."
The ocean was beautiful where Naraku stopped the car and they would be living on the beach next to it. The nice breeze blew her hair back as she stared at it all in absolute wonder.
When he reminded her once again that this would be their home he watched her face light before smirking himself. He wasn't even her teacher for more than a few months, but yet she had him entrapped.
He'd always been of the mindset that women were a dime a dozen. If you had one, you've had them all, but that didn't apply to his Kagome. No woman would ever be equal to her in his eyes again.
He led her to the door, unlocking their three-bedroom, one-bathroom, one-story, house that she would be committing herself to.
She was ready to explore, reminding Naraku of a pet puppy discovering it's surroundings. He shook his head wanting to save that image for later.
"There is no furniture." Her melodic voice reported.
He grinned. "I sold it."
"You sold your furniture?" she turned her puzzled gaze to him.
He motioned towards a few furniture catalogs lying next to his suitcases that were brought over prior to the engagement. "You'll need something to do."
"Me decorate the place? What if I used an ugly shade of brown to paint the walls and then splattered it with pink polka dots? I could have an atrocious sense of style."
He chuckled as though she had amused him before leaving the matter unaddressed. He just found interest in watching her peer around the bare wooden hall floors and into the tatami lined room next to him.
The wind picked up rattling against the house, and that's when he noticed her wrap her arms around her chest, hugging herself. He closed the bedroom door behind them before continuing to watch her. His little fiancée was afraid of storms. She looked so sweet and vulnerable…
He felt his body stirring at the sight of her.
"Make me love you," her words replayed in his head.
He found himself smiling, creeping closer as thunder rolled overhead and the wind exponentially increased. She stepped back, looking around her as though she expected the walls protecting her from the dangers of the outside world were mere seconds from crumbling under the force of the winds.
She was just like a scared little pet.
His little frightened pet.
The front windows were open; he could smell the rain blowing in the breeze.
He moved in closer sweeping his arms around her.
"Kagome." He whispered huskily.
She breathed in sharply, a dainty feminine gasp as she became aware of the change in his demeanor. He loosed his hold around her and she turned, casting her eyes up at him. He leaned down, brushing his lips to hers.
Kagome swallowed hard as her moved more boldly toward her. Around her the wind continued to batter the house adding to her discomfort. In front of her Naraku loomed dangerously. His ruby colored eyes seemed to smolder with their own intensity. The wall came up solidly behind her as she found herself backed against it.
Dark thoughts began running through her head about his hands holding her down, a vicious snarl across his face, her whimpering-
He reached for her and she instinctively flinched away, but he caught her, grasping her thin wrist. Surprisingly enough his grip was loose, and guiding. He pulled her weakly and she stumbled along behind him.
After a step or two he let go, and she fell upon a plain simple futon that labeled this cold room as the master bedroom. Once that registered she stared up helplessly at a smirking Naraku.