His Heartbreakfor Hers
Chapter Two: Her Hurt

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She would lose him…

Somehow that fear festered as bright as fire within her heart with each and every beat. As if her soul already knew of his decision, as if it knew the future anguish that would bestow itself on her, but all its warning could not yet be understood. It was in the way he looked at her each time he came to visit, to make sure she was healing properly; it was in the way he smiled when he promised to come back—because she always made him promise. It was in the way he held her hand so tenderly… but, what really gave it away was when she was still bed ridden and he said, "I love you. You know that, right?"

"I know that," she acknowledged, she had been aware of the unspoken truth for ages. He didn't need to say it; he showed it every time he would allow himself to get wounded instead of her in battle. "I love you, too."

She had always anticipated shock to show itself when she finally told him it because of his lack of self-worth, his opinion of himself being so low, and that a sincerely smile before perhaps a kiss but… it was just that weak attempt at a real smile he gave her, she did receive the small kiss she desired though.

That was when she knew what he was planning, that was why when he said he had to go she squeezed his hand tighter and begged, "don't do it."

"Don't do what?" he inquired with a cocked brow, "I gotta go, Kagome. The trail for Naraku is still hot; I'll be back in a couple of days to check on you."

"Will you?" she coaxed out with narrowed hazels, "Inuyasha, I got hurt because of decisions I made. It's my life—I get to decide for myself what happens in it."

He countered, "What are you saying?"

"I have a bad feeling… that you're going to leave me," she whispered while her hand slid from his, "that's what you want to do, isn't it? You think it's best for me or something ridiculous like that?"

That earned the shock she had expected from her declaration of affections, was he truly so transparent to her? He had tried to hide his intention but… that was when he knew, if he left her she'd only find a way to follow her.

That was when he decided to do the one thing he swore he'd never do—hurt her. If doing that was the only way to keep her truly safe… then did he have another choice?

"I'm not going to leave you," he whispered back to earn her wary attention, "I'll be back soon, Kagome, you just focus on getting better."

"Then I can come with you?" She asserted while she tried to sit up only to wince and lie back down, "to the others? I can help again, right?"

"Keh," he forced himself to grin, "can't find the shikon shards without my detector, now can I?"

That earned an authentic smile from her, one he chose to burn into his mind forever.

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She would hate him…

That much was as sure as the sun falling from the sky to give way to the moon, he was well aware of it as he walked out of the hut into the darkness. He would hate himself, too, but he'd loath his existence more if he ever let her die because of his mistake, because of his selfishness to keep her close.

Someday she would surely see that it was for the best, someday she would get over it, someday she'd find someone that truly deserves her love. That day just would take time to arrive.

"Kagome," he whispered as he pushed open her window to see her quickly turn in her bed to smile up at him.

"You're back," she chimed, every time as if it were a miracle that he would keep his word. If he didn't know already that he would break it, he'd be insulted.

"You feelin' any better?" he asked as he slid in to close his entrance behind him, it was too cold to let the breeze flow into her frilly room.

"A hundred percent," she assured before seeing the confusion that caused her hanyou, "I mean, yes, completely. I was planning to come back tomorrow if you didn't return tonight."

"Guess it's a good thing I did," he murmured before withholding a sigh. What had to come next would be wonderful—he was sure—but the messy aftermath would be worse than he could ever imagine. "You know I love you, right?"

"We've been over this," she smiled as she took a step towards him, wrapping her hands around his red clothe, "I know it, just like you know how mutual that feeling is."

"So," he started before breaking eye contact with her and sighing, "I'm no good at this stuff."

"At what?" she questioned with a cock of her head to meet his golden gaze again—something that was one of a kind in her opinion. No man could ever have such a confusing stare as he; no other could show so many emotions in conflict with each other as he could.

"Miroku stuff," he grumbled, "you know, the whole sweet talking part of it."

"I know that," she laughed lightly before kissing him upon the cheek, "I like that about you."

She'd probably be the only one that did, that was why he turned his head so that their lips could meet. It was just a peck like the time before, he forced it to be more as he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her against him. At first there was hesitation in the way she returned his gesture but that faded quickly when her lips parted to allow it to go deeper as she shut her eyes.

His tongue tangled with hers as he pushed her back, causing her to tumble upon her bed and almost hit her head against the wall but he caught her just in time. There was something in the way that he kissed her that almost frightened her—if only for a fleeting moment. It was devouring, as if he meant to memorize each movement, the light suck of her bottom lip, the nibbles on her top while his hands slid under her PJ shirt to shift up her flat and finally healed stomach.

Then she decided that it wasn't scary, that he wasn't going to leave her if he wanted this. He wasn't that cruel. He loved her… he just wanted to show her that. In his own way.

He yanked her top off to let it fall to the ground before shifting his attention from her lips to her neck to let her murmur a soft, "Inuyasha."

It hurt—he felt a pang cascaded through his chest at the sound of his name, the way she whispered it so trustingly right into his ear.

But he willed such thoughts about, if only for a while they'd be together. Fully, completely, and purely. He'd give her everything, he'd show her his soul, how much he loved her… then he'd break her heart.

His tongue trailed down to her collarbone before his hand slid behind her back to flick a claw at her bra strap and force it to slip onto the bed.

"That…" she gasped as she wrapped her hands around his head, "was my fa-favorite bra."

"Whatever," he murmured against her skin, causing sweet vibrations to make her breath hitch right before he sparked a new sensation—it sparked the start of the coil of desire in her stomach. His lips encompassed her right breast before he back to nibble the not-yet perky nipples while his other roamed her opposite one. His thumb rubbing her pink tip to cause her to gasp his name again… the scent of her arousal sparked his own, the knowledge that he was the one to cause it only made his heart beat stronger.

"Nn," she awed again, "Inuyasha…"

"Kagome," he gently began as he pulled away to look up at her flustered features, "you okay with this?"

Was she…? She had to stop and think about it for a while, she was seventeen—almost eighteen—and about to graduate from the high school she was admitted to under 'special' circumstance due to her 'illnesses'. She was old enough, and more importantly she would never love someone like she did Inuyasha.

So… "Yes, Inuyasha, I'm ready."

"Good," he whispered back before he placed a series of slopping, hot, kisses down both her breast before in-between and all the way to the tie of her PJ pants. He inhaled harder than to smell her more, he gently started to pull them off, so she arched her back to help him pull them off all the way.

"Wait," she begged before he could snap her panties off with his claws like he desired. She sighed silently before pulling them off herself, "why are you clothes… s-still on?"

"Oh," he murmured back as he looked down to his, "guess I got carried away."

"Uh-huh," she nodded back as she covered her bosom with her folded arms, her hazels falling to the sheets.

"Don't do that," he requested after letting his top fall to the floor.

"Do what?" she questioned.

"You are beautiful," he assured as he pulled her arms away to see all of he, "don't forget that, Kagome."

She smiled at that before he rested her upon the bed all the way, his hands glancing over the stomach and down to start to rub her already moist region; she pulled him down with a tug of his silver tresses to force his lips to collide against hers. He obliged her as he pressed his hot body against hers; his slowly stiffening pleasure pulsed against her inner thigh.

"You ready?" he whispered while he situated himself, he waited for her to give him a nod before he made a plunge in.

The small cry of momentary pain stopped him, his golden gaze locked upon her expression until it softened along with the grip on his shoulders, still she was too tense for him to move within her without hurting her further, "I love you," did the trick at giving her the reassurance to take a breath in and smile.

Tenderly, he began his slow, shallow, thrusts into her previously pure pathway. She slide her hand down his shoulder as she deepened his thrash into her, the gasps, groans, and moans she made gave him almost as much pleasure as the feeling of her tightly twisted around his arousal. He indulged her when she grabbed his hand, interlining their fingers as his beats gained power.

He savored every moment of their merger, but no time more than when she began to move her hips along with him. He muffled a moan upon her lips after she yanked his head down so that they could meet once more. Even if his mind was gradually floating away from reality to a pleasurable paradise he knew not to make too much noise and she did, too. Shaky gasps, silent pants, and minute moans were all that they could openly express while they collided together—her straddles to his thrusts.

All the while, he tried to keep his eyes open and focused on her—to memorize all her features. Until her the ripples cascaded throughout her as she withheld a deep cry, she arched her body to meet his quickening beats before a divine feeling explode from below to watch them both away...

For a moment, he was truly happy.

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She would get her heart broken…

He knew what he had to say, how he had to go about doing it, but that didn't mean it was an easier to pull away from her to slip his clothes back on. Everything told him to stay in bed holding her but… what he was about to do had to be done. If he didn't, she'd never let him.

"That was decent," he started to catch her attention as her brows bent together.

"It took forever to finally get here," he muttered as he tied the final knot.

"What are you talking about?" she questioned with a quiver.

"You, obviously," he retorted, "it didn't take this long to get Kikyou to give in to me, what a pain…"

He refused to look at the agony that surely caused her, the power of lies was awful, but he knew exactly what to say to crack the heart. Comparing her to Kikyou always caused a flinch, the extra 'she was better than you' was sure to make her eyes tinge with tears.

"I…" she stuttered, "well… Inuyasha?"

"Inuyasha," he sighed as he opened the window to finally look at the fragile girl, she had laid her heart out for him—given herself all the way to him—and if he said just the right things she'd break… and have nothing but hard feelings for her. "You are always saying my name, screaming it when we're fighting, no help at all. You ready or are we going to have to stay here and cuddle for the night?"

"What's wrong with you?" she hissed as she grabbed the sheets to cover herself, "why are you saying these things?"

"Why not?" he shrugged, "you gonna cry again? Damn it, why are you always doing that? Suck it up, and let's go. You've wasted enough of our time on your healing and school work and whatever else, I need you to find the rest of the jewel shards."

"Is that all I'm good for?" she cried out, finally letting a couple of tears to trickle down, "you're being an ass!"

"Whatever," he muttered, trying his utmost to appear indifferent as he turned his attention out to the starry sky. If he kept looking at her he'd break… he'd tell her it was all lie, that he was sorry, beg her to forgive him. His resolve would be broken.

"Why would you think I'd want to come with you after you say… say su-such horrible things."

"I don't know," he shrugged, "but I guess it doesn't matter. You being gone has made me see…"

"See what?" she hissed.

"How much easier things are without you, you are a burden on me, ya' know? A burden that I only finally get payment for," he added. Grasping his fists in front of him as he spoke, he had to do this that was what he kept telling himself over and over again. He had to... had to, for her sake.

"If that's how you really feel you should leave!" she demanded.

"Fine," he scoffed, "then don't come back until you're ready to not be such a little bitch about everything."

"Asshole," she muttered again while she shut her eyes, grabbing her robe and wrapping it around herself as she sprinted out of the room to let the tears fall freely.

A part of him was hurt that she so easily persuaded that was how he really felt… but he still took the jewel shards, ignored the tears, and leaped out of her window to sprint and leave through the well before his conscious got the better of him. If he didn't rush he might have hesitated… he tried to calm his breath, to reassure himself that what he did was right. She would be hurt for a while but she'd get over it… live on, she'd have a better life without him.

With mild hesitation he slid his sword out of its seethe to grip his hands around the handle to destroy the well on his side. Over and over again he slashed at the wood until it was no more before he fell to his knees, letting his face to drop into his face.

He was done keeping his composure… he didn't just break her heart; he shattered his own, too.

A/N:I hope you enjoy and please review.