Deceitful Time
Chapter Six: Tearful
"Shiro!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as she kicked and slammed at his front door over and over again—letting out all her frustration, all her festering fury onto the first false object she could find. Running helped to let her fumes fade out into the freezing air but even after her sprint, with frozen watery eyes, all the way across Tokyo she still had the energy, the confusion, the hurt, the dread, the pain to smack the door until there were a few clicks and it opened.
Without something to stop her force forward she fell only to be caught, gently, by him.
She leaped out of the well in a yellow dress and fell forward, he caught her, and slowly she looked up at him—
"What's wrong with you!?" She chocked on her aggravated sobs as she bashed her fist upon his chest time and time again, with each set he took, he backed away from the door leading her with him until he was able to shut the door. He allowed her to continue as many times as it took until she lost the energy, until her hits became meek, slow.
Her sobs filled the room.
How could he? How could he take that from her? Hadn't she agreed to not stay in feudal era? Hadn't she simply asked that he let her go back and say goodbye? It wasn't meant to be forever… she never agreed never to return… was that why he did it?
"Kagome," he soothed but that only sparked her open hand to recoil and strike like a bullet.
It stung. It shouldn't, he was a demon, had lived through hellish attacks, worse pain than any human could grasp, and a human girl slapped him hard enough that it stung? No, he shut his eyes as he took a breath in through his nostril, it didn't really...
"You went to the well, I assume," he began when he was sure she had her fill of violence. It was just those dreadful silent tears that he had to deal with now. He couldn't look at her when she cried, why was she crying? Was it that big of a deal…? So he turned away from her and went to the nearest seat to pick up his usual glass, "want something to drink?"
"I hate you!"
He flinched after he took a drink of the brown liquid, with reluctance he looked over to her; the tears had at least stopped. She meant it, he was sure, he could tell from the bent brows and clenched fists, the red eyes and frost kissed pink cheeks that she really did. Many, thousands upon thousands, hated him throughout his life. It never mattered…
But she shouldn't, she couldn't, "I can't let you go back there only to die."
"I only wanted to say goodbye! Isn't that what I told you!? Isn't it!?" She repeated without moving a muscle, "why'd you do it!?"
"Yes, that's exactly what you said but how do I know that when you go back you don't die then?"
"I don't care!" She stumped over and snatched that stupid overly expensive crystal glass from his hand and firmly placed her other hand upon her hip, "you take those chains off now! Now! Got it!?"
"You can't make me," he retorted back. His auburn jumbled amber glance flickered between her flustered face and his half-full glass, "settle down, 'cause it ain't happin'."
"I'll never speak to you again if you don't take those chain things off now! Where did you get them anyway?! What are they!?" She sizzled while her grasp tightened on the thick glass; thankfully she wasn't strong enough to break it.
"When you are as old as me you collect some pretty useful relics like those," he mused with a mild grin, "I think those I came across in… the Soviet Union from a bitter little witch."
"It's Russia, asshole," she retorted sharply before taking a swig from his glass. Oh, lord, her eyes almost dropped out of her skull as she choked on the very small amount of liquid that lingered upon her tongue. That awful surge of bitterness was enough to make her hand twitch and glass slip. And the god-awful after-taste that kicked her after the initial tang twisted away was almost enough to make her fall to her knees.
"What?" He snickered a laugh, really, he knew he shouldn't even think it was funny after she just stormed in with her teary tantrum but… that face was enough to make even him let a clinched chuckle out, "it's…" he took a drink, "ah, ops, I picked up the wrong bottle. I like my liquor strong; anyway, when I offered you a drink I didn't mean mine."
It was better that she couldn't answer as he got up and headed to the kitchen, by the time he handed her a glass of orange juice she was in his seat with her hands covering her mouth.
"What is that," she sassed once she finished the entire thing of juice.
"It was supposed to be brandy and coke but I must have grabbed the Everclear," not that they looked anything alike but he had been completely absent minded all mourning so… he'd just blame it on that and not some deeper subconscious event. Really, he ought to have picked up on it when he finished off the first half of the glass but...
"You hungry?"
"Go screw—" she muttered harshly before pressing her lips together, that wasn't her, she didn't say stuff like that, so she just held her breath until the words passed, "no, thank you."
"Let's go get something to eat," he nodded towards the door but she refused to budge, "Kagome!"
"What?!"
"Did you come all this way without a jacket!?" She was still in her uniform, he had just noticed, and it was far too cold for such a skirt or thin white fabric, "you gonna freeze to death!"
"Why do you care so much!?"
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It was that pathetic expression that sparked her to give in, she should be beyond pissed at him for what he did, for being so stubborn, so 'what I say goes'… for being so Inuyasha but instead she felt bad for causing such a flicker of feeling to cross those already broken off-colored orbs of his that she gave in and let him take her to the closest Chinese restaurant to his condo complex but only on the condition that she wear a very fine, long, charcoal heather colored double-breasted wool coat that 'some girl' had left at his for over a year.
She gave in, she went to the stupid restaurant, but she didn't have to speak a word to him. Instead she simply suckled with her chin upon her folded arms. It was an overly extravagant restaurant with polished black circle tables, a romantic atmosphere, and conveniently tight waitress uniforms. He must have known the people because they greeted him specially and gave him his 'regular' table behind one of the red curtained off areas. It was private… intimate.
"How about this," he began as the waitress served them both a glass of water then the drinks he had ordered, tea for the mute mistress and a special drink for him, "since I met you memories have been slowly creeping back so if you don't talk to me then I probably won't remember what happened… if I don't remember what happened then I'll never be able to let you go back."
That perked her interest but not enough for her to lift her arms off the table or her chin from her arms; she simply glanced up from the center piece to him, "are you saying if we figure out how I die then you'll let me go back…?"
"I'm saying that there's no chance I'm letting you go back if I don't figure it out."
"It's not fair!" She finally sat up and slammed her hands upon the table, "it's not, what if you never remember? Then I'll never get to see the man I love again!"
The… man she loved, he nodded, he figured as much.
"That doesn't mean I love you," she assured rather harshly before she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms and crossed her legs, "because you are nothing like Inuyasha."
"I am Inuyasha," he reminded right when the waitress returned to take their order. Once again, Kagome refused to speak, instead she just like her hazardous hazels stared right through him so he ordered for them.
"Anyway," he began again as soon as he could tell that the woman was out of ear-shot, "I am—"
"I don't care, you are nothing like him," she repeated even firmer, "you are an ass."
"True—"
"I won't forgive you, ever! I don't care if you are saving my life; it's not fair that you get to decide for me what is—!"
"You know what's not fair?" He broke in with a bark, "ever since I remembered that damn scene—the way you looked when you were dead—I haven't got a wink of sleep! Each time I close my eyes that's all I see! I wish I never remem…!"
"I can't sleep…" he murmured as he rolled over onto the couch with his hands onto of his eyes. His head was propped up on something soft, sweet smelling and warm, not the couch... "I can't get that image out of my head. I can't… take it anymore. I don't want to see it anymore. I need it to go away."
"I can help," a sultry voice whispered back. He could feel his bangs being lightly fiddled with before those same fingers outlined his face, "do you want to forget, Inuyasha? Do you want to sleep again…?"
"Remem…?" Kagome mocked.
"How come you love a guy that you've never been intimate with?" he spat out and just as he had thought, she lost her voice even though she opened her mouth a few times to reply.
"You… you are a sex driven pervert, you know that, right?" She finally managed to stutter, "you aren't winning any points with me, buddy."
"You love me, I don't need to, I just need to let you cool down," he shrugged.
"No! I love Inuyasha, you aren't Inuyasha!" How many times did she have to say it? Sure he was Inuyasha but not the same Inuyasha, not her Inuyasha, not the one she fell in love with, not the one she longed for, not the one she fantasized about kissing…
Now, thanks to Shiro, that'd never happened. It was enough to zap the strength right out of her.
When her fiery temper died down to a petit pout and a slouched stance he allowed her peace. There was no need to spark another furry of feelings; it was a pathetic silence that took over their brunch.
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"It's snowing," she mumbled the moment they stepped outside, both with their hands shoved deep in their pockets. The small crystals that floated down melted the moment they touched her skin, it was one of the natural, simple, pleasures that she loved to indulge in when she had a warm jacket on so she looked up to greet the sky. A smile crossed her natural tinted lips as the flurries continued to fall.
Snow… rain he hated, sunny days he was indifferent towards, cloudy days he preferred, but snow…? Snow was his favorite, he never knew why, but it warmed him inside out. When he glanced over to her and saw the first smile—a genuine one, too—of the day it hit him like the surge of cold wind.
"Kagome, hurry up," he requested a bit harshly before he slowed down to look back at her.
"It's freezing! Why do we have to go up in the mountains…?" she whined while she hopped about trying to warm herself, just like her hands tried to bring heart back to her arms, "why did they have to get lost in this type of climate? It's going to snow I just know it!"
"Keh," he scoffed before flicking off his red rat haired top to drop on her head, "here, that's why you shouldn't wear that outfit, idiot."
White whizzed about, somehow they got into a hut. He sat in the corner as she cuddled in his top right in front of the blazing fire, his eyes were intently fixated upon her as she smiled at the flickering warmth before her. It was always the simple things that made her smile so brightly…
"Inuyasha," she glowed once she caught his golden gaze on her, "come over here, you'll catch a cold if you don't warm up."
He wouldn't catch a cold but… he'd be more comfortable closer to the flames, he knew it, so he got up and walked over to sit beside her anyway. Promptly she gave him back his top, "you look cold."
"You need it more than me, you're just a human," he growled before pushing it back. A fight followed, it was like playing 'keep-away' but eventually she won with a threat of 'S-I-T' and he put it back on. "Now you're cold, 'cause of that ridiculous outfit of yours."
"How was I supposed to know we were going to go up into the freezing mountain only to have a blizzard break out?" She countered before scooting closer to him, her hazels once more upon the flames, "you could… hold me… to keep me warm."
It was a nearly hushed request and he hesitated to oblige but… he wanted to, it was the perfect excuse, so he closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around her. A moment passed before they relaxed into each other, another until he held her tighter, it wasn't until the howling of the wind beating against the abandoned home broke out that she looked up to him, her smile had faded.
Did she want him to let her—no; when she leaned up to allow their lips to meet he knew she wanted him to pull her closer, so close that they almost meshed together. Hunger drove him to prying open her mouth so that his tongue could invade hers, lick it, twist with it, and outline the roof of her mouth. Even though their kiss had progressed far past gentleness he took tender care in lying her down upon the wooden floor.
Flawless, she was simply flawless after their initial tangle of tongue, smothering lips, hot breath, loud beating chambers, and stumbling, worried, nervous fingers fiddling with the others clothes ended with both bare. Her eyes were unrelenting, unashamed, but only halfway opened as she looked away so he could let his greedy gaze etch each of her curves and every bit of her bare, perfect, pale skin into his memory.
"Kagome," he whispered before leaning in to kiss her ear, "Kagome."
"Inuyasha," she breathlessly gasped when she felt a foreign but highly welcomed sensation purge her body from its former frozen form. She arched towards him as he moved his clawed finger about; she dug her nails into his back when he added another. His thumb played along by fiddling with her most sensitive spot as he quickened his thrusts.
His kisses trailed down her neck until they reached her valley. That was when he choice his side to assault, first softly, with just a series of kisses until his textured tongue met her hardened nub. Her breath quickened as he nibbled there.
"Inu… yasha!" He could still feel the pleasure he got from hearing her cry his name.
"Shiro?" Kagome repeated for the third time before she forced herself to free her hand from its warm haven to push him slightly, "Shi-ro?"
"Have we ever been stuck in a home together in the middle of blizzard?" He murmured without looking away from the snow that had gradually begun to gather upon the sidewalk.
"Alone?"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"No, why?"
"So I did intercept you before we became intimate," he grinned before starting off again. He was sure, beyond sure, that that would make it easier for her to be purged of the past. If he, Shiro, became her first then she'd have to give up on her first love. It would, really, just be upgrading to the better, newer, version anyway.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean!?" She ranted. Intimate? The thought made her shiver, with him? Sure, when she was intoxicated she was hindered to make a good decision and his second attempt… she was just so confused, that was it, yeah, she would never… never. "I would never with you!"
"Maybe not me-me," he winked once she caught up with him, "but I just remembered something we did."
A torrent of air filled her lungs, so much so that she choked before covering her ears, "no way!"
"Yep," he assured with closed eyes and a wicked smirk, "now all I have to do is close my eyes and I can see you—"
"No!" She protested, "out of all the things that you could remember that's what you recall!? Pervert!" Somehow she felt covering his eyes would make the image leaving his head, but the smirk didn't cease as her heart beat peeked. They must have made an odd scene, the two standing in the midst of the crowded Tokyo sidewalks. Dread upon her drained self while he couldn't look happier with himself.
"Shiro! Please! You ruined everything for me last night can't you just… just…?"
He could feel her hands slid down his face until her warmth left him entirely, that was when he bothered to force the image away and open his eyes. "Alright, alright," he soothed the girl that was once more near tears, "I think it's only fair. I can't keep remembering only bad stuff."
"Please," she sighed as she tucked her hands under her arms, "please just remember… so I can go back…"
"I don't get why you want to go back there so badly," he grunted with a wrinkled nose, "it's such a primitive time. No heater, no air conditioning, terrible food, poverty, and constant wars? I must have been pretty great at protecting you, because walking around in the outfit you do in such a vice driven era… I don't know how you didn't get rape—"
"Shiro! Is sex really all you think about!?"
"No."
"Figure out how to get me back there!"
"I got it," her heart sank when she saw that greedy grin surface, "you aren't going to like it…"
"What…?" She muttered.
"You should just come and stay with me all of winter break." That'd give him plenty of time to seduce her into submission, if he could get models, movie stars, and princesses he could sure as hell convert a high school girl into loving him over some weaker, poorer, irked former self.
"Never! Never in a thousand years, Shiro!"
For someone who barely ate anything, who spazzed out like none other at his place earlier, she could sure run, damn, she could run... he'd really thought she'd be out of energy by then.
More importantly, why was the bus system always on her side?
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"Kagome," he sighed before he opened the door to the little hut that kept the well. "Stop being immature."
"I'm not being immature! I'm mad; I have a right to be!" She countered upon the top of the well, her arms folded, her legs criss-crossed and her stare solely on his. "Tell me, Shiro, what right do you have to keep me from going to see Inuyasha?"
"I am Inuyasha."
"Not the one I want," she murmured, "what if you screw everything up by changing what's meant to happen, huh?" How could he not? The memories that he had of her after her 'intercepted her'—as he so boldly put it—would become false, then. They'd never share their first kiss… never have that moment in the blizzard… never… but was it all worth the prospect of death, though?
"I don't know," he tried his best not to think about it, "but I prefer to think that if I change the past I alter a different dimension's future. I don't want to think that hard about it, anyway."
"You can't just decide you are going to change the past and not think about the consequences!"
"Watch me…" a minute smile crossed his lips before he took a step backwards, "you shouldn't sit like that when you are wearing a skirt. Are those… teddy bear under—"
"Pervert!"