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-+-+-+ Chapter Three +-+-+-
Kagome took a deep breath and smiled as she stared down at the delicious-looking breakfast. "Itadakimasu!" She said and dug into the western style meal. "Mmmm." She moaned as the fork slid into her mouth. "This is so good!"
Logan chuckled softly and shoveled his own breakfast down. "Yeah, well, when you live alone like I do, you tend to learn what goes with what." Shrugging his broad shoulders, the male continued his lazy eating.
"So…" He started, which quickly was followed by an awkward pause.
The miko kicked her legs back and forth lazily. "How much of your life do you remember?" Her blue eyes didn't leave the saucer.
Logan grunted softly. "Not much. I remember, I guess, around ten years' back, but other than that, its like trying to catch smoke. You hold it for a few seconds before it slips through your fingers like it was never there." He stuck a short piece of sausage in his mouth and chewed.
Kagome nodded her head. "Hm." She pushed around the scrambled eggs for a moment. "Can I ask why you're in Japan?" At the question, she looked up at him curiously.
"To see if I can get a few of my memories back…" He snatched up his orange juice and drank a bit. "And I did. Remembered your dad n grandpa…" He trailed off and reached across the tiny fold up table and gripped her hand. "Sorry."
Kagome gave him a weak smile. "Oh, it's alright." She said. "I'd like to hear stories about my dad." She stood up, after eating the rest of her breakfast, and set to work on the dishes.
"Well, your dad was a good scrapper." He started. "Liked to see how far he could go in a fist fight back before he met this beautiful woman named Suki." Logan walked over to her and playfully butt-bumped her out of the way.
"That's my mom's name." Kagome whispered, awed by the revelation. "You knew my mom and dad back when they were younger… Wow."
"Yup. Suki n Kiyoshi were a match made in heaven." (1) The ookami youkai dunked the load of dishes in the warm, soapy water and started scrubbing. "But, before Kiyo met Suki, he fought like no tomorrow. He got in trouble a lot cause of it, too." At that, Logan chuckled. "The popo's knew Kiyo by sight, mostly cause of his blue eyes but still."
Kagome smiled happily and rinsed the plate before setting it in its proper drying place. "What else? How was his personality?"
"Super loyal. I called him 'Madd Dogg' all the time. 'Madd' cause of his sick fighting skills and 'Dogg' cause of his loyalty. And he was as stubborn as shit. You couldn't tell him he was wrong without going through the steps and showing him where he went wrong." Logan's eyes grew misty as his mental hands grasped the now solid memories and placed them in their proper place. "Easily angered too. 'Pick on his friends and you get the Dogg Madd', is what we used to say. 'We' as in who used to hang with MD."
The miko nodded. "MD… I vaguely remember one of dad's friends calling him that before he accident…"
" 'Member which guy it was?" Logan curiously looked at her and set a soapy dish into the rinsing sink.
"Hmm…" Kagome pondered out loud as she cleaned off the suds and shook the frying pan as dry as it would go before moving over to the tiny stove and setting it on top of it to dry. "Yuusuke, I think."
"Ah, yeah, Uke was always a suck-up that way." The male snickered and grabbed the dishtowel from Kagome's hand and dried his own wet paws.
The raven arched a brow. " 'Uke'?" Her hand rested softly on her hip.
"Uh huh. 'ts what we called Yuusuke." Logan strolled over to her couch and plopped down on the seat, kicking his feet up to rest on the miniscule coffee table in front of them. "He was gay without the butt-sex."
"Not." Kagome snorted. "He's just…" She trailed off and curled her hand under her chin to think.
"Feminine." He finished for her.
Her blue eyes narrowed angrily at him. "No."
"Yup."
The miko sniffed before turning around and looking at the clock. "Crap!" She called out and raced from the room. "I've got to get ready!"
Logan blinked. "Ready for what?" He asked and stood up fluidly. He watched as she skipped into the tiny bathroom and started to brush her teeth.
"Work." She paused to spit out the paste before finishing up. The raven ran the brush under the tap and flicked her wrist to get the excess water off. "I'm scheduled to come in at twelve today and it's ten. I like to get in early to see if they need my help at all."
The mutant nodded absently. "Where do you work?"
"Two dead end jobs that barely keep me fed and keep me from going under with all the damn bills I rack up." She said and threw her hair up in a high bun. "Seems no one wants to hire a girl who doesn't have a college degree… And I really wanted that teaching job too…" She sighed softly and fastened her apron around her hips.
"You want to be a teacher?" He asked and arched a brow.
"Yup." Kagome looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom and started up on her makeup. "I want to teach history or archery." At that, she paused and let her arms fall into the familiar position. "Either one'll due." She opened her mouth, leaned forward and pulled her eye down to trace the eyeliner along her eye. "What about you?"
Her blue eyes looked at him momentarily and Logan shrugged. "I'm on an extended vacation at the school that I work at." He kicked his foot back and rested it on the doorframe. "I'm the phys ed teacher to a bunch of mutants."
Kagome pulled the soft-tipped pencil from her eye and blinked at him through the mirror. "Really?" She turned her body around and smiled softly at him. "Must be nice…" She mumbled before shaking her head and twirling around to finish her makeup.
"Where you goin' first?" Logan asked her and moved out of her way, only to follow her like a lost puppy.
The miko sighed softly and tied up her hair in a tight bun. "I'm going in right now at WacDonalds." She snatched up her cell phone and checked it. "Don't know why I didn't do that while I was eating…" She mumbled and pressed it against her ear to listen to her voicemails.
"Hey, Kagome-chan! You left pretty early, and with a guy! What was that about? Who was he? Call me back when you get this, okay? Eri loves you!"
She deleted the message and checked her text messages.
Hay K-chan, who was that guy u lft w/? mind hookin' me up w/ some1 lyk that next tym?
--Yuka
Kag's! Y'd u leave? I mis u! plz call me l8r and tell me who that guy was, ok?
--Ayumi
Kagome chuckled softly and flipped her phone closed. Later. She thought and slipped it into her back pocket.
"Guess I'll go job hunting." Logan said and walked beside her.
The raven blinked up at him. "What?"
The male smiled down at her. "Well, since your workin' so hard, I thought I might as well. Gonna go find me a good job to help support you 'n the kid that's grownin' in ya." He pressed his hand against her back and nodded his head. "So, shall we?"
Kagome grinned at him before biting her lip and leaning up on her tippy-toes. Her lips pressed in a feather-soft touch against his before she moved over to the door and pulled of one of her spare keys. "Here." She said and tossed the metal towards him.
Logan caught it and arched a brow at her. "Mind doin' that again? Only longer this time?" He chuckled when her face turned a nice shade of red.
The miko stuck her tongue out at him childishly before walking by her door and pressing the tips of her fingers against the oofuda that seemed to be glued to the wallpaper. Her lip slipped between her teeth before she pulled off the talisman and looked down at it contemplatively.
The room seemed to do a one-eighty. The warmth that had permeated it so profusely disappeared completely, stealing away the bubbly feelings that had gathered in his chest. The room itself seemed to dull, as if someone was messing with the color dial and had turned it down slightly.
"I wonder…" She murmured before twirling around to look at him, her hair flying around her head like an onyx halo.
"What?" Logan asked her curiously. His mind was still trying to work through the deadening colors.
"Well… If I reinforce my shield and you get home before me… You might—" He cut her off before she could finish.
"Any way to keep me from fryin' to a crisp?" Kagome paced slowly before pausing.
"I wonder…" She said slowly. The oofuda twirled in her fingers as she moved it around. "I think this'll work." She said and held out the slip of paper. "I need some of your blood. If this works, then this place will officially be yours too." Her smile was hesitant, as if she was afraid he would leave her.
Logan held his arm above the oofuda and, after unsheathing one of his claws, made a good sized cut on his wrist. Thick globs of blood poured from the wound before it closed and stopped the bleeding all together.
The paper glowed a dark red before fading away, back into the pale slip.
Kagome gave a satisfied sigh and plastered it back onto the wall. And once again, as if a light had been switched, the room brightened, it grew warm and bubbly and a scent that had the beast inside of him growling in pleasure exploded around him. His berserker mode shifted a bit inside of him, a single word floating from its lips. "Mine." It hissed before fading back into his conscious.
The miko clasped her hands together happily before twirling around and smiling brightly up at him. "There, now you won't have to worry about coming and going whenever you please!" She gave him a fearful look. "That is… You know… If you want this to be your home… I'll completely understand if you—" He once again cut her off.
Logan pressed his forefinger against her petal-soft lips and shushed her softly. "No matter how much being a burden bugs me, I can't let you live on your own with my kid growin' inside ya. You're stuck with me from now on." He winked at her and with a sudden spur of the moment action, slipped his hand behind her head and pressed his lips against her in a fiery, tongueless kiss.
When he moved back to break the kiss, Kagome latched her arms around his neck and leaned in for more. Her heavenly scent clouded his better judgement and he nearly gave in. Nearly. The only thing that stopped him was the shrill ring of the distracted female's phone.
"You… you better get that…" He groaned in her ear when she cupped his length through his jeans.
"I'll answer it later." She reassured him but Logan couldn't let her be late for work on his account.
Gently pushing her away, the stout male took deep breaths through his mouth. "Your phones ringing and you need to get to work today, Kagome." She sighed angrily against his chest before stomping over to the buzzing phone and picking it up. "Hello?" She asked and rested her hand against her hip. "Mama?" Her blue eyes widened and she worried her bottom lip. "Oh, yeah, I have Saturday off, and… Uhm…" She looked at him with wide, fearful eyes.
"Just say it and get it over with." He mouthed.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Kagome spoke. "Mama… I'm pregnant." She said quickly. (2)
Logan moved forward, his hand cupping her shoulder softly. "What is she saying?" He silently questioned. She waved him away.
"Uh… Y… yesterday… I found out today… Yes…" She pulled away from him and started to pace. "Well, he's nice enough right now, I don't know him that well but he says he knew papa…" The miko tugged at her hair nervously. "Yes… His name is Logan…" A slight smile spread across her face. "He's a mutant, and that's how I know I'm—" She paused to let her mother talk to her. "Well, I told you, Saturday is my day off… Yeah, you can come over and everything…" Kagome walked around the small kitchen area and smiled brighter. "Alright, I have to go, mama. I love you too… Yeah, bye." She flipped her phone closed and turned towards him. "Mama's not mad at me!" She giggled happily before picking up her purse.
The male nodded. "I knew Suki-chan wouldn't get pissed at you. She's too nice for that." He walked out with her, holding the door open as she passed. He locked the door and stepped next to her by the elevator.
"How long did you know mama?" Kagome tilted her head to look up at him.
"For about three months, then I left to go and leave the two love birds alone." Logan chuckled softly and pushed her into the elevator. Hitting the bottom floor button, the mutant winked at her. "They needed time alone, and away from me." He informed her.
Kagome 'hmm'ed softly before gently pressing the tips of her fingers against her bottom lip. "Oh. Then how come mama knows you, just by your name?"
"There's really no forgetting me." He joked, winking his icy blue eye at her playfully. "That, and she probably couldn't forget the two dicks that had nearly run her over while fighting with each other. That's how Suki 'n Kiyo met." The memories seemed to come easier to him, a young, surprised (and angry) face flashing before his mind eye. Her hair was short, styled cutely with a tiny pink bow keeping her bangs out of her eyes since the locks swept to the side with a heart-shaped face that wasn't unlike Kagome's. He could defiantly see Suki's gorgeous face in Kagome's. She looked exactly like a younger Suki, but with longer, darker hair that was defiantly Kiyo's and his bright blue eyes.
Pushing the memory back and storing it for later viewing, Logan rubbed his hand in her hair. "You're the spitting image of Suki, 'sept with Kiyo's hair 'n eyes." He told her.
Kagome smiled happily at the comment. "Thank you." She bowed her head to him before poking his side. "Anything else you can tell me about papa?"
The ookami rubbed his chin in thought. "I spent nearly seven years in Japan hanging out with Kiyo 'n the boys. Those were some good times."
"May I hear about some of them?"
"Yeah." He rubbed her shoulder softly. "After you get off of work." Logan jogged from the opened elevator and winked at her. "Have fun, Kagome!" With a happy wave, the male disappeared in the late morning rush.
-+-+- One Week Later -+-+-
Kagome paced in her living room nervously. Logan wasn't suppose to be home for another thirty minutes and her mother was coming over today. Today! She was a mess, and with the phone call Logan had left her with, she was ready to tear her hair out.
"Get something nice on cause we're going to a fancy restaurant." Was all he told her, and Kagome was not happy about it. Not one bit. You don't surprise me with a bombshell like that and expect me to not say anything about it! She had snarled mentally, staring at the cell phone in disbelief.
So, here she was, waiting for the stupid idiot to get home and tell her which restaurant he was taking her family to.
Oh, and she didn't even want to think about the whole Shippou ordeal! That little skank was coming along! (3) No letter saying he was coming home from his three-year-long trip around the world (which, was, in fact, two-and-a-half years), or anything!
Kagome knew it was juvenile, but she blamed Logan, just because she could.
And if her friends were even mentioned around her, Kagome would start to give a very animalistic growl of anger. They weren't leaving her alone like she had asked them too… Repeated texts that filled her phone to the brim while she was at work and twenty (or more) voicemails of the trio spouting off how worried they were was not something Kagome liked to find after turning her phone back on during her break and after work.
She blamed Logan for that, too.
"Argh!" Kagome cried out and stormed back into her bathroom to check up on her makeup, for, like it seemed, the hundredth time.
The door jiggled a bit before opening and Kagome stuck her head out. "LOGAN!" She roared and raced from the room, her mascara flying out of her hands hazardously. "What in the hell? Why couldn't you do something radical like this yesterday? Why today? Mama is coming over with Gramps and Souta-kun! AND SHIPPOU!" She tried her hardest to shake him, but it was no use. He was like an immobile stone wall against her feeble strength.
"Well, I thought I'd stress you out more." He joked and laid his hands on her heaving shoulders. "No need to hyperventilate, Kagome. Just calm down and take deep, calming breaths."
"How can I calm down? My mother is coming over to have dinner with the whole family and Shippou-chan, for Kami's sake!! I can NOT be a calm person right now!" She shoved his hands off of her shoulders to copy him. Her voice took on a hysterical note. "I have to keep Shippou-chan in line, keep his hands both from Souta-kun's pants and your pants, Souta-kun from being the possessive, protective little brother and Gramps from trying to stick you with one of his oofuda's!"
Her breath was short before something clicked in her over-worked head. "And where are we going to eat?!"
"At a nice restaurant, trust me. Now, we know Suki. She's a good girl and won't disown you, and neither will Tensei. Trust me on that one, Kagome." He insisted. Logan's hands gripped her shoulders again. "So just calm down, take a few deep breaths and let all of your worries wash away. I've take care of everything, alright?"
Kagome worried her bottom lip before slowly nodding. "Al-alright." She stuttered. Her eyes slipped closed and she took a deep, calming breath. "Whoo…" She sighed softly before opening her blue orbs and smiling up at him. "Thanks." She said and kissed him fully on the lips.
--
Logan had to keep himself from outwardly groaning. If she keeps this up, I'm not going to last much longer. He closed his eyes and pushed down his urges, for the thousandth time that day.
It was getting increasingly harder to keep his other half under lock and key. Her enticing scent and soft touches were slowly driving him insane. And really, he only had two options. A.) Masturbate till either his cock or hand chafes, or B.) Work her into a heated frenzy and get rid of his (and her) urges all in one go.
He liked the second one so much better than the first.
But, of course, she had to go completely celibate on him and say, and I quote: "I'm sorry, Logan-kun, but with how hectic our lives are going to be, I don't have time for sex! So, I'm sorry, maybe tomorrow."
The same line. Every, single, damn time.
How she could deny herself that is beyond me. He thought and shifted himself in his pants. Damnit. He mentally growled before thinking of anything to get the growing boner down.
--
Kagome turned around at feeling his sudden spike of lust and bit her lip. I can't keep doing this to him. He's going to blow a nut if I don't do anything with him soon.
She sat down heavily and closed her eyes. "So, who exactly is this Shippou-guy?" Logan asked and sat down beside her.
"He's a kitsune youkai that I've known since I was fifteen." Kagome said and, without thinking, threw her legs over his and covered her eyes with her arm.
"A fox demon?" He questioned.
Kagome peeked at him from under her arm and nodded. "Yup." Was all she said.
There was a short pause before Kagome stood up and walked to their bedroom. "When is Suki gettin' here, Kagome?" He asked loud enough for her to hear.
The miko slid out of the large T-shirt and grabbed her little black dress. "Well, mama's suppose to be here by six but she may be here earlier." She informed him and walked out of the bedroom and headed to the bathroom, never noticing the suddenly dark blue eyes that followed her, nearly naked, every movement.
Logan gave an inner growl and fought down the beast. I can't last much longer. He thought and knew he was loosing the battle, just by the darkening at the edges of his vision.
--
Kagome instantly knew there was something wrong when Logan started to growl. That and his aura seemed to be growing and darkening. She looked out at him and gasped in surprise and slight fear. Oh, shit. She thought before closing the door slowly.
--
Wolverine gave a slow, even breath before standing up in a fluid motion. It had been a while since he was in control. Rolling his shoulders, the wolf stalked forward, relishing in the sudden spike in his soon-to-be mate's scent. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it was close enough.
He narrowed his eyes at the door and contemplated on what to do. If he broke it down, she might get pissed and not do anything fun with him, and if he waited, well… he was never that patient.
Growling softly he backed up and sat back down. He closed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest, dampening his aura to that of what he assumed would be normal Logan levels.
--
Kagome let out the breath she had been holding in relief. Maybe it was momentary. She hoped so, because she couldn't handle an insane youkai at the moment, not with all of the stressful things that were happening today. I'll make it up to him tomorrow. She told herself and opened the door again. "Logan? Could you zip me up real quick, please?" She asked him and looked at him from over her shoulder.
She didn't notice the darker color of his eyes, or how even his steps were. All she noticed was how his fingers brushed slowly against her back and smoothed along her spine as he zipped up the dress.
"Thanks." She told him and let her hair fall back into place.
His arms slipped around her waist suddenly, startling her momentarily. "Logan?!" She gasped in surprise. Kagome could feel his mouth spread into a feral smile against the back of her neck before he lazily licked at the sensitive flesh.
A soft growl was her only answer.
-+-+-+- End Chapter Three -+-+-+-
HBWD's Corner: There's the third chapter! Hoped you guys like it, cause I had to pull that one out of my ass and throw it in a Bunsen burner to get it goin, lol.
This is, like, thirty-five years ago. Way before Kagome was born, lol.
I so could have ended it right there but I didn't… it was to short, LOL!
Kagome doesn't mean that literally, she's just stressing out and this is, somewhat, in her P.O.V. so (shrug) Take it or leave it, lol.
I've changed a few things around but it's essentially the same. I'm just going to clear a few things up, okay? Logan is when our boy is in his right mind (no berserker mode or anything) while Wolverine is his berserker mode. (dances)
Logan: Human mind
Wolverine: Demon mind
Translations: Itadakimasu – said before a meal. Miko – priestess. Ookami – wolf. Youkai – demon. Uke – the bottom in a homosexual relationship. Oofuda – talisman. Kitsune – fox.