To those of you who wanted this, there you go. Sorry it took so long. Random vacations always do this to me. However, there is a countdown at the bottom of this page...
WARNING: This story is rated M for a reason. The reason just occurs now. LEMON people. If you don't wish to view it, simple. Start reading after the first story break, after Inuyasha and Kagome discuss why she was hungry, you may stop and continue after the second story break. Voila!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Ordinary
Chapter Eight: Surprise
Kagura looked at the decapitated body and shuddered. This was definitely not what she wanted to be doing that evening. The sun was just starting to set and she could feel her stomach rumbling with hunger.
She smiled when she heard him approach. "You hungry?" Sesshomaru asked, coming up close behind her. She could feel his hand graze her back ever so lightly, and she shrugged in response.
"I haven't eaten since this morning," she replied. "After this is done, want to go and get some food?"
Sesshomaru nodded. "Is forensics done?"
"Just about," Kagura said. "They rushed from the house to here. The M.E. is finally finished with the body. Wallet in his pants confirms his ID. His name is Daisuke Kikuchi. He's Momiji's husband. We're running the plates now to get a positive ownership, but I'm sure that this is our eighth victim's car."
"Who found it with you?"
"Officer Minori Kobayashi," Kagura said, suddenly looking around the scene. She couldn't find the officer anywhere; though, she was positive she was there a few minutes ago. "I don't know where she went."
"Probably to check on the door-to-door officers," Sesshomaru answered. "She's going to be a good officer. I've talked to her a few times. She's very smart, intelligent."
Kagura hid her deep smile, noticing Sesshomaru's acknowledgement. Rarely did the demon even talk of others. When he spoke highly of someone, it was because he felt it was well-deserved. Obviously, he liked her.
"The preliminary?" Sesshomaru asked, looking around the scene. He noticed Kagura's moment of silence and spoke to break it.
"Asuka told us the morning should be fine."
"Good," he said. "Well done."
Kagura rolled her eyes. "I'm hardly a newbie Sesshomaru."
"But you're mainly a profiler," the demon stated, turning to face her. His face was grim and she could tell what was coming up next. "What does the profile look like now?"
"It's changed, big time," Kagura replied, shaking her head dismally. "I really think we need to have a meeting and discuss this with everyone. Where is everyone, by the way?"
"Menomaru's still finishing up at the house. His officers are knocking on doors but so far, no one's provided anything. Inuyasha's taking Kagome back to the hotel. She had another episode."
"How bad?" Kagura asked. "On a scale of one to ten."
"A nine, probably," Sesshomaru said. "She's hearing the voice of the killer."
This stopped Kagura from watching the forensics team. She turned her crimson eyes on Sesshomaru, questioning. "The killer?"
"It's a he," Sesshomaru started, "and he's speaking to her. How, I don't know. I thought she could only speak to the dead."
"Maybe something's changed."
"She could be a potential target," Sesshomaru stated. "Inuyasha's got the ring in his sock drawer at him."
"Really?" Kagura beamed and her smile reached from ear to ear. "How cute."
"Deadly," Sesshomaru corrected. "Remember our conversation before? Kagome says that engagement is a connection and a motive for the killer. And not all of the victims were engaged. A few of them were to-be engaged but died before the boyfriend had a chance."
The smile faded. "Fuck."
"You can say that again," Sesshomaru sighed. "I'll call a meeting tomorrow in the morning after the prelim. Sound good?"
Kagura nodded. "I'll be there with the new profile."
"We need to catch this bastard," Sesshomaru pressed, though his voice held no infliction. "He could kill at any time."
Kagura turned away, her eyes flashing. She knew more than anyone else. "Yeah. I know it."
The early morning light streamed through the hotel window. Kagome felt her heavy body heave with effort as she rolled over, looking at the clock. It was six in the morning.
"What the hell?" Kagome groaned. She rolled onto her back and put a hand to her forehead. "What happened?"
A soft laugh filled her ears and Kagome whipped around, crashing into Inuyasha's hard body. "Inuyasha?" she whispered, forced to open her eyes. "Why is it so early in the morning?"
"Good morning sexy," he chuckled. He sighed for a short moment before answering her. "Because you've been sleeping for...I don't know...twelve hours?" Inuyasha's rough hand clawed its way through her black hair. "You passed out at the house after the mental attack."
"I did?" Kagome groaned. Her unhappiness radiated through her and she hid her head in the crook of his body. "I'm hungry."
Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha started to rub her back. "Well, you didn't eat dinner. If you want to have a shower now, we can try the breakfast downstairs. I don't know what else is open around here at six."
Kagome sighed and wrapped her arm around his muscular body. "Yeah."
"How are you still tired?" he asked, bending down towards her face. "Can you even breathe?"
Suddenly, Kagome peered from her little hole and smiled at him. Her hair was everywhere and her eyes were flashing with chocolate bliss. She gently reached up and touched his face. "Did you stay with me all night?"
"And leave you?" Inuyasha asked sarcastically. "You know I wouldn't do that. I just watched TV while you slept and took care of you. You were talking, you know."
"About what?"
Inuyasha let his hand run up her back and to her face. He smoothed the skin under her eyes and played with her lips. "You were talking about dying."
Kagome winced. "I've never had happy dreams."
"I would know," Inuyasha murmured, leaning down to kiss her. "I see them sometimes, when you open up."
Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck, struggling with the pillow that seemed to refuse to let her hold him. His lips were soft and responsive and she sighed happily.
"Are you really okay?" Inuyasha whispered against her lips. "Is he talking to you again?"
Kagome shook her head and pulled him back to her. "I don't want to talk about him right now." She kissed him again, running her hands through his hair. They kissed breathlessly for a moment, holding each other while the sheets entangled their bodies. Inuyasha's hands ran down her small frame, caressing every part of her flesh. He had changed her while she was knocked unconscious, her bare skin only covered by the thong she had worn yesterday. His rough hands toyed with the lingerie, teasingly tugging them lower and then back up.
"I thought you were hungry," Inuyasha teased between kissing her neck. "I thought you wanted to go down and eat."
"The only thing I'm worried about right now is Miroku next door," Kagome sighed, wrapping her legs around his hips.
Inuyasha came back to eye level with her. He smirked. "Miroku awake at six in the morning? I can hear him in the other room. He's snoring like a hippo."
Despite the moment, despite the passion she felt between them, Kagome laughed. She reached up gently and stroked his ears. The white fur felt like velvet in her hands and she smiled at his puppy-like reaction.
"That's not nice, Kagome," Inuyasha growled, the sound more from pleasure than anger.
"Who said I was a nice girl?" Kagome hinted, her smile turning wicked. She dropped her hands and traced a line from the roots of his hair to the elastic of his boxers. Inuyasha made a rough sound from the back of his throat and his arms encircled her waist to pull her on top of his body. He took her lips before she could say a word and they were left there in sweet romance, feeling the other, tasting the other.
Kagome threw back the sheets, lowering her body to his. She smiled wickedly, slowly, leisurely, kissing his lips before sliding down painfully slow to his neck. Her lips played on his fire-hot skin, and she loved the way his hands felt on her. He held her, toyed with her and touched her body in every spot she loved to be touched. She almost forgot what she was doing for a moment.
Nibbling his neck, Kagome lowered her body once more, sliding her mouth to his broad chest. She teased him, making sure that her torture was slow and satisfying – to her, not him. As she lowered more, she traced a faint line down his stomach with kisses, each quick and flittering. His low growl and teasing hands played with her hair and she nipped at the elastic. Sparing a quick glance, she sent Inuyasha a wicked smile as she nipped the area once more, causing him to sigh.
Without waiting, Kagome grabbed at them and slid them off, then slowly crawled her way back to his lips. "I'm still hungry," she whispered huskily, licking her lips.
Roughly, Inuyasha pulled her body down on top of his, feeling the rise of pleasure surge through him. She gasped but didn't stop, rubbing her body up and down along his shaft while her lips teased his. His arms pinned her to his body, the claws tracing patterns on her pale skin. She shivered and pulled away, once again moving her lips torturously down his neck and torso. Kagome could feel him against her breasts and teasingly, the moment her lips were to lower themselves to kiss his member, she moved upwards, kissing him back up his stomach.
"You're right," Inuyasha mumbled, his voice thick. "You're not nice."
Kagome laughed, her breath tingling his skin. It took only another second for her to move down completely, engulfing him with her mouth. She worked slowly, leisurely, making sure that she took control of every movement, every shudder. She could feel him tighten beneath her, his muscles tensing as his hands grabbed her head to pull her up.
"That's enough of that," he whispered, flipping her so that his huge body surrounded her. He bent down to kiss her, her moist lips inviting and responsive. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling her body up to meet his. She rubbed against him, the thin lace barrier the only thing stopping him – for the moment.
"Inuyasha," Kagome moaned, her voice sultry. Her heavy-lidded eyes looked up into his and he smirked, lifting one hand to slowly trace a line between the valley of her breasts, her bellybutton, her very core. He pushed his fingers between her, watching as her body arched towards him, her breath coming in short. Her low moan made him harder, made him feel like it had to go faster or he just wouldn't last. How long had it been since he was last with her, pleasuring her while she pleasured him? It was an hour before she left for Briscoe with Miroku; he remembered the way she promised to come back to him quickly. He had been playing hard-to-get.
Surely, a week was far too much time apart.
Kagome's arms circled his neck, stirring him out of his thoughts of her and her body. She kissed him, deeply, flicking her tongue to the rhythm he had set out for her. It soon became too much, her body arching, her heart racing, as she came so powerfully she gripped him tight, her nails biting at his back. "Inuyasha," she panted, turning him on so much so that he couldn't wait.
He didn't give her time to revel in the moment. The sound of his name being panted was too much of an invitation to give up. His hands roughly shoved her panties off and before she could do anything he thrust inside of her, feeling every nerve in his body exploding.
Kagome moaned, feeling the aftershock of her orgasm and him inside of her slowly build her to new heights of pleasure. Inuyasha's amber eyes bore down into her brown, and soon, everything fell apart. The walls that surrounded them mentally crumbled down, and every memory, every feeling poured inside of them. Every thought was shared, every touch was felt. It was love in the most powerful form, their connection allowing words and feelings to be told without verbal use.
"Kagome," Inuyasha growled, his hands scooping under her bottom as he thrust into her again, deeper and harder than before.
Her legs were so tightly wound around his body that he couldn't get any closer, any more inside of her. She traced her nails along his back while she revelled in the feel of him, hard and responsive on top of her. Slowly, she felt Inuyasha pull out, the want and need going with him.
She tried pulling him closer with her thighs but he was too strong. He teased her, moving his shaft around her folds teasingly while she moaned, both out of madness and yearning.
"I need you," she whispered hotly. "Right now, right now."
Inuyasha didn't even speak, his actions said it all. He pushed inside of her once more, moving his body back and forth in the rhythm that he craved, needed from her. She felt so tight, so good and he lost his mind to bliss. Kagome's arms encircled him, pulling him closer to her body, her breasts rubbing against his chest.
Holding onto her tight, Inuyasha flipped, throwing her body on top of his while he still remained deep inside of her.
Kagome gasped, moaning as she moved in circles on top of him, feeling his length at every angle. His hands toyed with her breasts, flicking and rubbing the nipples enough to make her go mad. The more he toyed, the faster she went, her body going at his wildly. He met her with every thrust, the power building and building until Kagome felt her body aching, the pleasure too much for her mind to handle as she soared, going faster and faster on top of him until she let go, her orgasm filling her, taking her over.
Kagome cried out, keeping him in her as he thrust harder and harder, his face taut with pleasure.
"Kagome," he whispered, his shaft penetrating into her again and again, the feel of her too good to give up. He pulled her body close to his, his lips ravishing every inch of her as he felt himself about to explode. He pumped inside of her, watching her face as her orgasm rocked her over and over.
"Inuyasha," Kagome cried out. His mind suddenly couldn't think, couldn't comprehend as he threw himself into her and came, the shattering power making him growl in absolute, untainted pleasure.
She moaned on top of him, her small frame falling on his chest while they both breathed heavy, trying to catch their breaths. After a long while, he could feel her heart beat slow, and gently, he pulled out of her and slid her to his side, his shoulder her pillow.
"You're beautiful," Inuyasha whispered, his hand pushing the strands of hair from her face.
"I love you Inuyasha," Kagome whispered back, kissing his shoulder before closing her eyes and letting sleep overcome her once more.
"I love you too," Inuyasha murmured, watching her sleeping form. He knew he wouldn't sleep, because he couldn't. She was in danger and he wouldn't let himself lose her like he almost did once before.
His sleep had been just so damned peaceful, that it was obvious that it had to be ruined. The slamming of fists on a door woke Miroku from his restful sleep. He looked around the room, at first wondering where he was and then, what had happened. He was in his hotel room; the unfamiliar clock claimed eight a.m. Last Miroku remembered he had been watching an action movie with Inuyasha while eating room service. The movie ended and he crashed into bed, probably falling asleep instantly.
"Miroku, you open this door right now!"
SANGO!
Miroku leapt out of bed, throwing the covers off wildly and racing to the door. He was merely in his boxers, but he didn't care. His loving girlfriend had obviously travelled all this way to see him because she missed him so!
Throwing open the door, Sango Houko stood before him, her milky brown eyes glaring at him.
Okay, so not quite the leaping hug-and-kiss combo that he had been hoping for. But she still travelled all this way...
"My dearest Sango, you've come to see me," Miroku said gallantly, bowing slightly and motioning for her to enter.
Sango walked into the room, not even commenting on the fact that she believed chivalry was dead. When she was in the room she sat down on the bed, facing him with a stern glance. "I can't stay."
Miroku frowned. "Sango, are you okay?" He could tell when something was really bothering her. Her face said it all. She wasn't beaming with the energy she usually radiated, but there was still a glow, although it was unfamiliar. She was happy, but not. Miroku stood there, watching her every move with calculations behind it.
"I...think so," Sango started. She laughed uneasily.
Oh.
Dear.
Lord.
Sango never laughed uneasily. That's not the Sango Way. The Sango Way is to say something bluntly and get it over with. Get from point A to point B with the fewest number of casualties, kind of thing. If Sango was beating around the bush, it was because it was a monster-fucking-bush.
"I mean, I could be," Sango clarified.
Now, Miroku was terrified. You know the whole "we need to talk" scenario? Well, the "I could be fine" scenario is the first one, times a couple trillion. It was the verbal death – and if you pardon the pun – so to speak. "Sango, what's wrong?" He quickly made his way over to the bed, wrapping one arm around her slight figure. She was gorgeous, with long luxurious black hair, creamy eyes and the hottest body around. Her ass – enough said. But he loved her. He loved Sango more than anything.
More than other women.
And that was saying something.
He smoothed her hair and brought her head to rest on his shoulder. "New shampoo?" he asked, smelling the lengths. She smelled the same as always, like lavender.
Again, she laughed uneasily. "Um, Miroku?"
Miroku wondered when the sniper was going to shoot the back of his head.
"Are you happy?"
Boom! Or would it be more of a Whoosh? Bullets didn't go boom.
"Of course I'm happy!" Miroku exclaimed, turning around so that he was kneeling before her on the floor. "That receptionist... There's nothing I can do about her. I swear she's like those prickly balls that come from weeds that attach to you. And when you take them off your sweater, they stick to your skin and then you have to find something else it will attach to before you're free. She came to me, believe it or not. I am decently attractive but in comparison to you, my love, she's like dirt–"
Sango frowned. "What receptionist?"
Miroku deadpanned. "Dirt that's been spat on and tucked into the furthest corner of a boot. But not my boot. Someone else's boot."
Sango raised a brow at him. "Do I have to slap you?"
Miroku smiled angelically. "No. You usually only reserve that action for when I do this." Slap.
"There's my Sango," Miroku sighed, rubbing his cheek. "I still don't know why you do that. It's not like I haven't touched it before, without the jeans on..."
Sango rolled her eyes. "This isn't about our sex life. Well, actually, it–"
Jumping up, Miroku grabbed both of Sango's hands in his. "Please tell me that you haven't decided to do the whole premarital no sex rule!" He groaned. "I knew it was too good to last. The sex is amazing so of course it would be taken away from me. Not like I wouldn't wait," Miroku grinned at her, "but still. It would suck."
For a long moment, there was silence.
"You idiot!" Sango barked out, laughing her head off like a madwoman. With all of her uneasy laughing, she might have become one. What had a week of being the Chief-tess of Trite done to her?
"I'm going to kill Inuyasha," Miroku muttered.
"What?" Sango asked, still laughing.
Miroku sighed. "Nothing."
"I heard that Miroku!" Inuyasha yelled from the other room. "Whatever it is, I have nothing to do with this."
"Thank god," Sango muttered. "Imagine." Shuddering, Sango turned her attention back to Miroku. "Can they hear us?"
"Inuyasha probably can," Miroku said. "But Kagome can't for sure. Do you want a little more privacy? Inuyasha wouldn't have a problem leaving." Miroku raised his voice for a reason.
"No, no," Sango growled. She was getting irritated, but Miroku didn't know why or for what reason. What was going on with her?
"Hey Sango," Inuyasha yelled from the other room. "Who the hell is taking care of things down there?"
"Kouga, obviously," Sango yelled back.
"WHAT?"
"Inuyasha!" Kagome's voice could be heard. She was obviously displeased with his noise.
"Oh fuck it," Sango murmured.
"Sango," Miroku said gently, rubbing the back of her hands. "What's wrong? Can't I help you at all?"
Sango took a deep breath. "Are you happy?"
"Undeniably."
"Do you love me?"
"Eternally."
"When you asked a little while ago to get, you know, more serious, were you serious?"
"Yes!" Miroku exclaimed. "What's with the twenty questions?"
Sango finally let out her breath. "I'm pregnant."
"WHAT?!" Inuyasha screamed with a piercing shriek of joy several seconds after when Inuyasha had obviously told Kagome.
"You, Miroku, are going to be a daddy," Sango said.
Miroku fainted.
I enjoyed the last part. It was improvised into the chapter. OH, the countdown? Who wants to guess how many chapters are left? Not many.
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