I have a little A/N: I've been rereading the story and I've decided to go back and rewrite some of it to fix some of holes/ expand on what I already had. It really sounded like a kid trying to sound adult to me, haha. For the most part I just cleared up a couple plot holes. So if you want, you can go back and read what's changed and tell me of it's more cohesive, there's also a bit of an extended Kagome and Inuyasha scene… Woot! Lol Anyway, here's to another Chapter *raises glass*… (Don't worry, it's apple juice, 6 more months until I can drink…lol)

Chapter 13 – Liquor and Resolutions

Inuyasha POV

I just stared at her. How did she get in? I looked behind her to see Miroku tiptoeing his way into his room. Sneaky bastard. I looked at her again, then at my bottle. I picked it up and took another hit from it. I could see her move closer from the corner of my eye.

"Is that healthy, to be drinking like that?"

I looked at her, placed the bottle to my lips, and turned it up again, my eyes on her.

"Fuck no," I turned away from her. "What? You wanna slap me for this too?" I tilted my head so she had a clear path to my cheek. "Come on, give it your best fucking shot, don't think I really felt it the first time."

"About that, I wanted to-"

I cut her off. "What? Apologize? Nah, I deserved it, trying to tell you how I really feel, trying to be honest with your ass. Fuck an apology."

Her awkward expression fell, and swiftly began to get red. She stormed up to me and snatched the bottle out of my hands. She took it and threw it against the wall; the sound of the glass shattering made me jump. She was visibly shaking and began pacing. I had a feeling I was about to get my drunk ass kicked. Miroku was forever banned from setting me up on blind dates.

Kagome's POV

Is he really serious right now? Here I am feeling bad that I slapped him and now he's mocking me. I stopped pacing and stomped back up to him and threw my purse at him. He wasn't going to degrade me anymore.

"You know what? You're right. Fuck an apology!" I screamed, my chest felt hot, my entire body was shaking. If only I had a knife. "You don't deserve one. I do." I felt dizzy. I was so sick of yelling. I wanted to choke him into oblivion. He was drunk, I was sure I could take him.

He looked at me like I was crazy. "You want me to apologize to you? For what? You're the one who tried to seduce me, or whatever the hell your plan was." He looked over at the shattered bottle and pointed. "And that shit wasn't cheap!"

Just at that moment Miroku came running into the room and looked at the wall.

"If we could refrain from destroying rented property and wasting good liquor..."

"Get the hell out!" We shouted at him simultaneously. He ran out. I turned my anger back to Inuyasha.

"Are you really trying to play the victim here? After what you did to me?"

"It was THREE YEARS AGO! Let it go! I am so sick of hearing you say that. 'What you did this, what you did that' Get the fuck out with that!"

"How the heck am I supposed to 'let it go'? Let's forget the public humiliation for a minute. What happened the night before..." my voice wavered, my eyes began to burn. I couldn't believe the way he was acting. Like I was some random one night stand.

"You were the one who invited me in." He said quietly. He looked at the floor.

The tears spilled over. Was he serious right now? Didn't he just tell me he had feelings for me too, and kissed me? Was that a game as well, for old-time's sake? I threw my hands up and turned to walk out with at least a shred of dignity. I wasn't going to fight with him anymore. I wanted to break something, like his nose.

"Kagome, wait."

I turned to see Inuyasha getting to his feet.

Inuyasha POV

She stopped a couple feet from the door. I'd made her cry again. If I could, I'd punch myself for being such a complete fuck up. I got up and began to walk over to her. The movement was much harder than anticipated, guess that's what a damn near whole bottle of the good stuff will do to you. I tripped and fell face first on the carpet. She turned around and rushed over to help me up. She offered me her hand but instead I just sat up on the floor. She sat next to me, worry contorting her features.

"Are you okay?"

"You care?" I spat.

She glared at me and started to get up to leave, but I grabbed her wrist before she could.

"You know I really suck at this right?"

"Which one? Walking? Or not being a complete rectum?" She asked, looking at the broken glass five feet away. She sat her legs, straight in front of her, her hands in her lap.

I smiled. "Either one, depending on the time of day." I looked over at her. "You know I never knew you had such a potty mouth. Didn't know you had it in you, Higurashi."

"You've been pissing me off!" She half smiled, and pushed me. She shook her head, and her face got serious. "How long are you going to talk to me normally, before you start treating me like crap again?"

I sighed and shook my head. "I fucked up majorly. I-I made a mistake."

Why is it that I can only say these things when my blood alcohol is 3 times the legal limit? I know that ain't good for the liver.

She kept her distance, looking me in the eyes. "You're saying what you said before. Give me something new here. "

I rubbed my chin. "Kikyo, she was good for maybe a month and then I realized I was comparing her to you. She didn't have your dimples, that look you get when you're excited. Hell, she didn't claw at my back and say my name the way you did," Her face reddened at that. "I feel like I dumped all that shit in that bucket on the wrong woman, and Kikyo knows it..."

Kagome got quiet for a couple of minutes, and looked at the floor. She finally spoke, taking long pauses between each word. "What if, it is your child?"

I hadn't let myself to go there since last night. She cheated on me with a woman, so a man didn't seem so farfetched. I had convinced myself that the child couldn't be mine. The thought of being stuck to her life… I shuddered inside. "I don't know. She said she's four months, so the time line adds up but..."

"Four months? She didn't look like it." Kagome muttered.

I leaned back and lay on the floor, my hands over my face. I should have stayed in America or changed my damn name and moved to Ireland or Iran. Maybe not Iran, I'm sure a 6'3 silver haired, Japanese guy would stand out. Might even make headlines 'Where the Hell Did This Guy Come From? Read more on page six!"

I felt a hand brush the hair from my forehead. I moved my hands to see Kagome still sitting up, looking down at me. Our eyes met for a while before she jerked away from me, going back to her previous pose.

"I don't get it." I spoke in a low voice.

"What?"

"Why you're still here? Why you haven't left?"

"Because," She re-crossed her legs and looked at me from the corner of her eye. "It's hard to let go of your first love."

As corny as her words may have been, I understood them. I scooted closer to her. From the corner of my eye I could see Miroku, peeking in at us. Nosy bastard. I gestured for him to leave. Instead he pointed at me and her and did his raunchy thrust again. I put a fist up at him. He gave his pedophile smile again and crept out of the apartment. I rolled my eyes as I ran my hands through her hair. I decided I might as well tell her while the alcohol was still working as a truth serum. I sat up.

"K-Kagome?"

"Hm?" She kept her eyes straight ahead.

"I-I-I meant what I said, you know, that time" I stuttered. Oh, what a failure I am.

"What are you talking about?" She turned

"I-I..." I sputtered. Oh, for fuck's sake spit it out! I mentally scolded myself. "I really do care about you." My face felt hot. That's all? Maybe I need something stronger to actually bring the words out. I looked at her awaiting her reply. If all else fails, blame it on the alcohol. I reassured myself.

She smiled and looked down at her hands.

"I care about you too."

We sat in silence. Maybe the truth wasn't so bad. But she had a good point. What if the baby was mine? Would it be wrong to want to stay with Kagome? I couldn't abandon my own kid, and I can just imagine the hell Kikyo would inflict upon Kagome's life. I had to be sure. I know there's a test Kikyo can take so we can know now. I wasn't about to spend the next couple months waiting to know if the Devil's daughter was having my kid.

"So what now?" Kagome asked, breaking my thoughts.

"Eh?"

"What happens now?"

I turned to her, and scratched my head and shrugged. It would be a lot easier to think if I wasn't so close to being totally wasted.

"I think I need to talk to Kikyo."

"Guess that means I should go." She said, standing up and retrieving her purse. I wanted to stop her but she was right. I nodded in agreement and got up. After finding my balance, I followed her to the door. We stopped in front of it.

Kagome POV

I stood, facing the door, trying to will my hand to turn the knob. For the first time in a while, I actually felt like everything was right in the universe, and I had to leave. After all the failed dates, and short relationships, I had come full circle and I never felt more content. But I couldn't just give into him. No, he has to work for it. I also had to make sure of what was going on with him and Kikyo; I didn't have to get burned twice before I learned my lesson. I turned to face him, and looked him in the face for five seconds. I gave an awkward wave.

"W-well, I'll see you?"

He nodded, slightly rocking on his heels. "Y-yeah, I'll uh, call you if something changes."

I rolled my lips in and made a popping sound. "Okay, then. Bye."

I turned the knob, but before I could go, I felt his arms wrap around me, I stopped dead in my tracks. Oooooh goodness, how many of his brain cells did that tequila kill. Maybe it just dissolved his pride for a moment. He placed his forehead on the back of my head.

"I promise I'll call."

I couldn't help but smile.

"I know." I pulled away, fighting the urge to hug him back, waved to him again, and began my walk to my car.

If there was one thing Inuyasha was good at, it was confusing the crap out of me. I decided to leave the knot of thoughts in my head, alone, and focus on untangling them when I got home. As I approached my car, I saw Kikyo standing there, staring me down like she had before. Really, Universe? I internally groaned as I approached her. Did she stick a GPS on one of us when we weren't looking? I finally approached her, stopping just short of 2 feet away from her.

"Wow. You really are a whore aren't you? Coming here to throw yourself on my man. God, you're pathetic."

"Oh, please. I just came here to drop off Miroku."

"You had to go in to drop him off?"

"He invited me in, not like it's any of your business." I moved to get into the car but she stepped in front of me. For a split second I wanted to punch her, it's not like anyone would blame me.

"Stay away from him." She said in a low dark voice, getting close to my face.

"You know, I think you're the pathetic one." I spat.

"Excuse me?" She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"Chasing after someone who clearly wants nothing to do with you," I smirked, and got even closer my voice lowered "How much does it burn to know that every time your so called 'man' was inside of you," I got even closer to her "I, was in his head?" I moved back.

She stared at me, half stunned, half pissed beyond comprehension. I scooted past her, and got in my car feeling proud of myself. I could see her staring me down in my rear view window as I pulled off. Damn that felt good.

End of Chapter 13

2 chapters without a yearlong wait in between? Miracles these days. Lol This Chapter was inspired by Marvin's Room by Jojo… Haven't heard it? Check it out!