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tomholland20 · 3 years

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Chapter 2: A beautiful evening!

Cast:

Peter Parker: Tom Holland.

(Peter's aunt) May Parker: Marisa Tomei.

Y/n: You/ reader

(Y/n’s dad) Tony Stark: Robert Downey, Jr.

(Y/n’s mom) Kathryn Stark: Jennifer Aniston.

(Y/n’s brother) David Stark: Shane Harper.

(Peter's best friend) Ned: Jacob Batalon.

(Peter’s best friend) MJ: Zendeya

Warning: PG-13, bad language, violence, sadness, kissing, etc...

Credit: My best friend Anjali, who helped me with this story!

Before you start reading and you haven’t read this story from the beginning please go and read it from there it will make more sense!

Note: Hey guys, so I wrote this story for Marvel and Tom Holland/Peter Parker fans! I just want to say that this is just a fun story for entertainment purposes. I mixed everything up in this story, their love, action, drama, and more. And as you can see by the cast, I mixed it up. This is a story about Peter Parker and Y/n (your name) story. I hope you like it!! If you want a girl and a Peter Parker version tell me and I will do one........

Summary: You move to a new school where you find yourself falling in love with a guy named Peter Parker and can’t get over him... You and Peter knew each other for 3 years because he had an internship with your dad Tony Stark but you never really talked to him. One day during a scary fire that takes place in the mall. Spider-man (Peter Parker) comes to save you from the deadly fire. Later on in the story, You find out about Peter Parker being spiderman. This story is full of drama, romance, love and more, I hope you enjoy it!!

Chapter 2: A beautiful evening!

After 2 weeks of going to school, you and Peter became close. You also became close to MJ Peter's best friend as she was in the same drama play as you. Peter and Ned both forced you to watch Star Wars, which you really liked. Everything was changing, you were finally smiling genuinely and you were getting over your ex. It was like a new beginning for you. People at school liked you, you were smart, good looking, and nice. You were kind of popular as you’re Tony Stark's son.

“Hey, Y/n!” Peter yelled across from the school hallway

“Hey” you replied. “What happened, are you ok?” You asked, Peter looked tired and he was out of breath.

Peter: "Yeah I'm ok, umm do wanna come over today? I have math homework and I was thinking maybe we can do it together?”

Peter was so timid when he started talking to you, even you were shy when he asked you to come over.

Y/n: Yeah sure... w-what time?

Peter: Is 5 good?

Y/n: yeah! Well, 5 it is then!

Peter: Sure! See you... bye.

Y/n: bye…

5:00pm

It was finally 5 pm and you were ready to go to Peter's house. Happy your dad’s assistant dropped you off at Peters place. “Ok, y/n I want you to take care of yourself and be in your best behavior.” You were a little curious as to why Happy had to say that but you agreed with him and went inside. You were in front of Peter's doorstep, you took a deep breath as if you were going on a date with him. You knock on the door and May (Peter’s aunt) opens the door. “Oh let me guess, you must be Y/n! Peter talks a lot about you." “Hi, Mrs. Parker, yes I’m y/n” you give May a big smile and she offers you to come in. “Do you want anything to drink?”

May: ok then, I’ll call Peter

“Peter y/n is here.” Peter runs out of his room and walks right towards the living room where you were. “Wow, are you ok? you look stressed.” “Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry! Wanna get started with math homework?”

Y/n: sure!

Peter brings you to his room. His room was full of Star Wars DVDs, there was a bed and a tv along with his table. Peter takes out his math homework and starts working. While working you notice a bad cut on his hand that he was trying to hide from you. Your eyes opened wide. “Peter, how did you get that cut,” you say in a tensed way. “It’s nothing I promise.” “do you have a first aid box here?” “Y/n don’t worry.”

Y/n: “tell me!”

Peter: “there is one in my bag”

You quickly run towards where his bag was and open it. You look for the first aid kit and as soon as you find it you hurry towards Peter. Without saying anything you open the first aid kit and taking Peter's hands and you start to clean the cut. “Ouch!!.”

“Sorry! Does it hurt?” You ask looking towards him with a worried face. This was new to you caring so much for someone that you cant even control your emotions in front of them, even though you had had a boyfriend this still felt new and you liked this feeling. “A little..” he replies with a little smile, ‘oof someone needs to tell this guy to stop smiling like that, that damn smile is going to be the death of me’ you thought. You smile back at him and keep cleaning the cut, finishing it with a bandage.

Even though you couldn't see, Peter has been busy trying to contemplate this weird feeling, attachment towards. Weirdly enough he liked how you cared about him, made him smile, made all his days feel fun and he even wanted to tell you something but didn’t. After a while both of you were quiet and were done with the homework. May comes running into the room saying “pizza is here!” she hands out your pizza’s. “Oh I have to leave soon.” “It's ok, stay for pizza at least” Peter requests you. You couldn’t resist it so you stayed for 15 more minutes. You and Peter both sat down and started to watch star wars. “Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you get that cut?” Peter stopped chewing on the pizza and looked at you “Uh I was in a rush so I guess my hand cut into something.” He says “You should be more careful next time you know” you tell Peter with a little giggle. You and Peter finish eating and start talking about each other. “Since you moved here I didn’t get to know much about you, so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” You look at Peter and smile "sure! Well I was born and raised in New York. Umm do I have to continue I’m really bad at this...” you and Peter share a little giggle again. “You’re really nice Y/n, seriously the way you handled my cut I really appreciate it, so thank you.” “No problem” you answered back blushing.

You get a phone call from Happy informing his waiting for you outside. “Oh Happy is here, I got to go. Thanks for having me over Peter!”

Peter: anytime!

You rush to the door saying bye to May and head out *take that bread and that head then leave!! Oky sorry bye*. You get in the car and Happy drives you home. “So how was your evening?”

“It was so romantic.” “What??” You snap out of your dreamy self and Happy is just surprised. “Oh wait no sorry I didn’t mean to say that, I meant it was good.” “You got me worried there.” You roll your eyes as you are tired of hearing people say things like that homophobic asswipes. When you reach home your brother walks out of the house and looks angry. “Hey, David'' you say when your voice fades away. You walk in and you see your parents tensed.

Y/n: Hey guys!

Kathryn: Hey honey.

Y/n: David just walked out, and he looked really angry.

Tony: don’t worry about him, how was your evening with Peter?

Y/n: it was good, we got to finish all of our homework, we ate pizza and watched star wars.

Tony: sounds like you had fun! Didn’t you...

Before you answer your dad’s question David walks back in again ignoring everyone in the dining room.

Y/n: Ok what’s wrong?

Mom: Sweetie, there's nothing to worry about. I promise you nothing happened. He's just a little moody.

Your dad cracks a joke saying “girlfriend problems” with a laugh, you also laugh since your brother was not the best boyfriend. *like who are kidding he’s so annoying how does his girlfriend even handle him? aight bye* Your mom looks at you and Tony.

Tony: What? it's true...

Kathryn: Don’t worry about any of these things right now. Tomorrow is a big day, there will be a new girl coming to school. She is your Dad’s Friend's daughter. So I want you to show her around the school along with Peter.

“Yeah I can do that” you reply fast as soon as you hear Peter’s name. “Aww honey thank you” she looks at you in a curious way. “You look really into Peter I can see, are you gay for him?” Your dad asks. “NOO” you say really fast. “I just want to make new friends, that's all” your dad looks at you and with his glasses by his nose. “I’m kind of tired so why don’t I go to bed now.” “Sure sweetie, good night!” “Good night mom, good night dad!”

Tony: good night!

You go to bed not being able to forget about your beautiful evening with Peter and you want the night to pass by fast so you can meet Peter again. You were really in love with him *only if that asshole knew jeez like can he just propose to me and get done with this shit? Babe I'm waiting? You here?*.

Note: Hey guys!! Sorry it took us so long to post this chapter. School and all has been stressful so we are sorry to keep you guys waiting. This chapter is soo cute honestly. I hope you liked it. Chapter 3 is on the way maybe we will be done by next Friday and then I will post it! But there is a lot to come in Y/n’s and Peters life. Do you think Peter is in love with you? What is he hiding from you? To find out read the story love in the air!

#peter parker x male reader #tom holland #tom holland x male reader #bxblove #the avengers #tony stark #high school drama #lgbtq #cute story #tom holland fandom

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youralternantpersonality · 4 years

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Eternal Love

Paul x Reader: Eternal Love.

Part 1: Eternal Love

Part 2: Everlasting Love

Part 3: Endless Love

Part 4: Enduring Love

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Darkness. All I see is darkness…I’m calm yet scared. I don’t understand what’s going on. I am in the forest in La Push, walking aimlessly. Not heading anywhere. I want to go home but I also like it here. I feel…at peace. I look over and I see a never-ending path of trees. What makes it eerie is that there’s no animals, no background noise, even when I get close enough to the dirt, no worms, ants, spiders, anything. I feel like I’ve been stuck here for almost an hour or so. And after some time, I realize something…where’s my dog?

“Snout! Snout! Where are you?” I yell and start looking around. I hear a bark in the distance and run towards it.

“Snout! Baby, come here!” I hear more barking and I run towards that direction. Something seems familiar about this. I just can’t figure out what it was.

Paul’s POV

Five days. That’s how long it’s been since the good doctor Cullen has told me that the love of my life, the only reason I even exist, the one who would calm me yet irritate me out of love, The One; gone. At least, not completely. She’s in a vegetable state—can’t move willingly, can’t hear, smell, taste anything. Hooked up to a machine that is keeping her on this earth. I haven’t moved from this spot by her bed unless I have to shower and eat (demands by Emily).

As I sit here, looking at my beautiful Y/n, bruises along her left side of her body, a cast that covers her arm, hip, and legs, bandages wrapped around her head, I can’t help but cry nonexistent tears. I have cried all of what I had left over the past few days. I can remember everything that happened so clearly. Regret consumed me, so much so, that Dr. Cullen was gracious enough to fix the damages in the bathroom attached to her room when I smashed my fist into the mirror, and he got her, her suite in the hospital.

I fucked up. Everyone tried to make me feel better, but deep down, we all know what I did was what put her in this situation. Which is why I begged, no pleaded, even bargained with the Good Doctor to change her. He wanted to help, but because of the treaty….

“…I cannot Paul. The treaty states…”

“Fuck the treaty! She’s the love of my life! I can’t lose her! I may have fucked up and caused this, but I can’t let her go! Please!” I pleaded outside of his home. His wife, Esme, came next to me and hugged me as I fell to the ground. I didn’t care if she was eerie rock solid or cold as ice, I just needed my Y/n/n back.

As I am looking at her currently, caressing her little finger that is hanging outside her cast, I think back to how we met.

At the Beach: September 2nd, 2018;

There was a birthday party at the beach and, like what anyone would expect from us, the guys and I crashed it. It seemed boring until we, I, showed up. The host was too tipsy to give a crap and was just happy to see more people. I was flirting, per usual, with some lovely girls when the host calls out a name. And what made me respond was the voice and fragrance that came with it.

“What hoe!” a laugh followed afterward. The wind blew a sweet fragrance, pomegranate mango with an orange-like citrus smell to it. I turned my head at the right time to see Y/n. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked towards who I found out later to be Angela—one of Bella’s old friends. She went up to hug her and Y/n looked around. That’s where our eyes came in contact. Everything else around me disappeared and I didn’t care for anyone or anything around me. I slowly made my way up to her and she just smiles as I do so.

“Hello, beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here. I’m Paul, what’s your name?” I smile, not one of my flirty smiles, a genuine smile. It’s weird, I never wanted to imprint EVER in my life, but over time, it didn’t seem too bad. And now, I’m not complaining.

“Hmm, you seem dangerous.” A cheeky smile is placed on her face, she looks me up and down and turns her body towards me.

“I’m Y/n, but people call me Y/n/n.” I smile and shake her hand. Both of our eyes widen at the electricity flow, the magnetic force pulling us to one another, and this cloud 9 effect that is taking over. I look down at her and smile.

“Hmm, you seem like you’re about to ruin my life,” I said jokingly. She smiles and laughs.

“I guess we’re a match huh?”

“I guess we are. So, tell me about yourself.” And from then on, we were together.

But it seems like life wanted to make a full circle.

Current Day: August 30th, 2020

“Paul, the council is still debating. I know this is hard, but please, at least for Emily, go home and get some rest.” Sam said. Normally, I’d take alphas orders, but this time, I can’t. I shake my head and head towards the bathroom. I brush past him and Jake and just stand there behind the door. I look at myself in the mirror and can see emotional and physical damage.

I’ve lost weight, I have deep dark circles around my eyes, my eyes itself is bloodshot red. My skin is sickly pale, not it’s normal “golden glow honey brown sugar” skin that my little raven called it. I laugh at that memory. She was whimsical, mysterious, and protective like a raven. Her secret personality was as big as one too. She called you in naturally by her beauty—inner and outer beauty.

At Paul’s house: November 2018

We were laying on the couch relaxing before I had to go on patrol. She was reading a book with her legs planted in my lap, I was deep engrossed to the video game I was playing when suddenly, I feel a pair of eyes on me.

“Make a video to remember this moment then replay it when you miss me.” I smile and look over at her. All I could see is her big y/e/c eyes staring back at me. One eyebrow raised and her book was covering the bottom half of her face.

“You know,” she says sitting up, putting down the book, “it’s not fair how clear and bright your skin is. You have this…this golden glow…with, like, honey brown sugar swirled in it. You suck.” She says pouting. I pause the game, lean over to her, and place most of my weight on her while kissing her neck. She squeals underneath me and starts laughing. I smile and kiss her softly while poking my nose into her cheek.

“I love every bit of you, my love. You may see flaws, but with my heightened eyesight, I can see little freckles kissed all along your face. Matter of fact, let me show you where.” Then I proceeded to kiss all over her face. She laughs uncontrollably.

“But you don’t have the curse of hyperpigmentation! You see freckles, I see never-ending scars.” I hate it when she gets like this. It hurts me, to see the love of my life feel as if she has to be something different to even be next to me.

“Baby, stop,” I said calmly, I learned quickly that I would have to control my tone around her. She can read me like a book and because her emotions can get the best of her, yelling could end in two ways. One, she’ll fight back—she’s all bark and bites—so no one messes with her for a while when she’s at that point. Or two, she starts tearing up and holds back tears. Not for manipulation reasons that most girls do, but for the fact that she intakes certain emotions and she has no control over hers.

“I know you may feel that way, and you have to remember, I did too. You know, I was human like you before my wolfy sense’s kicked in.” I smile as she smiles back. “Just know my love, I don’t see anything wrong with you. I could never.” I place my forehead on hers. “I love you too much to worry about things like that.” I kiss her. She looks at me and says,

“So, if you didn’t love me, you’d notice it?” I look at her with a blank face, roll my eyes, and just roll off the couch. I can feel her watching me.

“Well…”

“You know, you’re a little shit, right?” I say with my hands covering my face. She lays on top of me and says,

“But you love me, remember.”

“Oh my god…” I just squeeze her to me and laugh along with her.

Current Day: August 30th, 2020

I step back out into the room where Dr. Cullen and Sam are waiting for me. I stop and look at them.

“The council decided…” Sam said, I looked up with hopeful eyes…

“They will agree to it, if…” Carlisle started.

“If what?” I say, taking a step forward.

“If she leaves until she can handle being around humans. And…” Sam began,

“She can’t go back to La Push,” Carlisle said. I replayed what they said…. she can change but can’t come back until she’s able to be around humans, but she can’t come back to La Push. I nod my head.

“How long does it usually take for your kind to get better at being around humans?” I ask quietly. Carlisle looked at Sam with guilt and answered.

“It depends on the person's restraint. Within their first year, their blood still runs in their body, so blood lust, especially from humans, is out of control. After a year, it gets better. Although, with our diet, it’s harder but not impossible.”

“But how long in total?” I asked anxiously. He looked at me with genuine sad eyes.

“Up to three years or so.” He said with sorrow in my eyes. For once in the few days I’ve been here, a new emotion that I haven’t touched came out. Rage.

“Three years! I can’t go that long without her! I’m coming with you.” I said to Carlisle. Sam looked at him for an answer. This is the first time I’ve seen him rely on his answers on another person’s answer.

“You can, but there’s no guarantee of anything. Her body may or may not accept the venom. She may or may not remember you. She may have anger towards you about what happened if she remembers what happens. Anything could happen Paul. Is it worth the risk?” without hesitation, I answered.

“Yes.” Sam nodded his head and gave me the okay. Even if he wouldn’t have, I still would have followed them. He knows just as much as anyone that separating imprints from one another is a death sentence.

“We leave tonight. Edward and I will take her to Alaska with some friends of ours. I will administrate the change there. Because you are in no condition to shift, we plan on flying. Medical services will meet us there with her. We have paperwork stating that they are her closes family since she doesn’t have one.” I nodded my head and took a deep breath.

“Thank you. I know this is a reach, but can I ask for one favor.”

“Of course.”

“Can you freeze her eggs.” They looked at me confused and with shock. So, I explained,

“We’ve always talked about having children. She’s always wanted children of her own and to adopt some. I know she wouldn’t care too much about it, but I also know that would make her happy.” I begged the doctor. He sighed and nodded.

“it shouldn’t be a problem, since she’s already under my friends name as family, Eleazar would be okay with it.” I nod my head and look back at my angel.

“Emily, Kim, and Clair will be up here in a few. Go home and rest for tonight Paul. I promise, she’ll be okay. If she’s going to have the procedure, you need to be ready for when it’s over and to head out.” I didn’t argue this time. I walked over to her and kiss her head.

“Don’t leave me, my love. I’ll be here waiting for you. Always.”

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steve0discusses · 5 years

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Yugioh S3 Ep 18: Noah’s Dad Decides he Doesn’t Love His Son Anymore When Noah Gets Way Too Into Petz Hexing

I was hanging out with Bro and he made me look at a lot of bad Yugi wigs that were 600 dollars each, and because only like...4 good Yugi wigs exist in the world, I decided to help him get out that Yugi itch in a healthier way, by copy editing these posts and fixing the way I spell Gozaburo wrong about 400 more times before this arc ends.

So last we left off, Noah decided to reference that one part of the Bible he knows.

He’s gonna change the playing field to kind of run through the history of the Earth, showing us that in every period of history his outfit was never acceptable.

Also he got the history a...little bit wrong. You had to have people before Noah’s ark but...whatever. I took astrology, there’s a lot about planet formation we’re still kind of guessing on, so do whatever you feel like, Yugioh. It’s not like any kids watching this got real pissy about how Noah was totally botching the Archean period.

He also decides to dump on us how he got so smart. See, Kaiba got smart by studying a lot, surrounding himself with people way dumber than him, and then just bossing everyone around him until they agreed with him that he was very smart. In Noah’s case, it’s because he’s literally a computer.

I’m really glad I get to find another anime that’s all ham about this tree. In this case just slapping it on there for a few seconds, long enough for me to say “WHAT THE HELL, KIDS SHOW?” before it vanishes again.

Good on you, Noah. You just...casually slipped that in there.

Ah, but unfortunately, the AI who is like...not even human and is *pretty sure* He’s Noah Kaiba is still kind of attached to his Dad. Maybe it was a part of his core code that he couldn’t reject his Father? I dunno, just seems weird that he achieved enlightenment and was like “So uh...I guess I’ll play cards and take over a mindless corporation. Good use of my time.”

(read more under the cut)

Kaiba’s reaction to hearing that his brother stores all of human knowledge was “well, it can’t possibly be that difficult. I’ve done way more than that. I have a homeschool degree and half a high school diploma so go to Hell, bro.”

Yo how many people would sit down, turn to their computer, and just start shouting at their core processor about how they’re waaaay smarter than it? Remember that during this entire conversation, Kaiba is shouting at a literal computer.

So anyway, we finally get to see why they bothered showing us spider room a few episodes back. Youknow, that room with the baby in it? Turns out...there was never a baby in this room, since Noah was a kid when he first woke up here.

Before it was covered in spiders, it was covered in blue and off white. This is a very boring Martha Stewart room in different shades of robin eggshell. You can tell this kid is a Kaiba because oh boy that is a...really boring 50 yo housewife look, ain’t it?

I’m sure it’s symbolic for the fact he is hella dead and innocent at this point but like...every time we see Kaiba interior design it’s just the last type of design you expect from this high octane family.

Anyway, Noah’s kind of surprised to be awake because, last he remembers, he was very much hit by a car.

Ya, I mean, if you have to tell your son you Frankenstiened him into a horrible crime against humanity, might as well tell him as quickly and bluntly as possible, I guess.

Anyway, because Noah existing breaks the most basic moral human laws in every country on Earth, they kinda can’t let him go anywhere, which means that to prevent the loneliness, Kaiba gives him...a pet?

So Noah and the dogcat decide to travel through Domino and realized very quickly that there were only like...five NPC’s. There’s like an ice cream girl, and like a couple walking people, and that’s about it.

Noah’s words were something like “man this place is full of glitches!” because his dogcat wouldn’t stop barking and he threw a rock at it and it didn’t care. Glitches.

I guess it’s one way to look at it?

It feels like Noah got somewhat cursed like Pharaoh did, just a little bit. Like not completely it’s just that I can’t help but notice both are trapped in some sort of basic geometry shape--Pharaoh’s is a pyramid and Noah’s is an orb, and both have untold superpowers matched with some heavy depression that goes with having said superpowers. Not to mention, both have a host body all set up for possession, it’s just Kaiba is a little bit youknow...unwilling to participate. They’re very different obviously it’s just...way to trap your characters in shapes.

Anyway, last episode I felt like maybe Noah liked being an orb, this episode he’s made it a little more clear that it is kind of not great being an orb...but only because he can’t throw any rocks at dogs or have real conversations with anyone but his own Dad.

Anyway, Noah got a little bored. So his Dad sent him to virtual Mars.

And now Noah only finds joy in hacking his digital pet. Relatable.

Now I know a good chunk of you are my age--that good Jenna Marbles age--and will know exactly what I am referring to, as for the rest of you, turning your digital pet into a hell creation was just a thing we all did in year 2000ish. All of us did this.

And I was like “I bet you, that someone out there has made a robot Hex, I guarantee” because I spent...I want to say 2 years of my life downloading modded breedz of Catz 4? I even tried to do it myself but I wasn’t any good at it because I was super young and bad at computers, I never actually got Robbie William’s Millennium as a Catz meow (though trust me, I did try. It was my life’s dream when I was small.)

But the closest I found to a Robot Petz was this?

Dang. Look at that thing. This one is actually pretty good because it does resemble an animal. I admire it a lot. Trust me, I spent like days moving my bunniez feet around trying to make a dragon and just ended up downloading someone else's dragon.

And then, from the same page I saw this gem right above it.

HELL YES........

....I freakin love this period of the internet so freakin much. I was only ever really a part of a couple of fandoms as a child and the Petz fandom will forever hold a little part of my heart. I mean, look at this. What’s not to love?

Like, Catz is probably number 3 on my list of best games ever made. Not so much because the game was any good, but because none of the files were protected in any way so even kids like me could hack in there and make the weirdest abominations and post them all to their Angelfire pages.

Well, other kids could, I was so baby that I was still using my Mom’s email address and did not know how to put a damn thing on my webpage. Which I did have. But it had like...only frames. It had like 3 words and just me splitting the page into 50 frames because I did not know what I was doing.

I apologize to all the kids in the room who have never seen a web page covered in ugly ass frames. You lucky bastards.

....but Petz...Noah was into PETZ. I can respect him for that.

I still think he’s a little creep-o, but knowing that he hacked his pet has given me a lot of appreciation for his work.

Anyway, it was after Noah changed the boring ass simpleton dog into a much better dog that Gozoboro decided “I have made a monster, I am abandoning my boy.” Which uh...this was the thing?

This?

I mean as far as body horror goes, Litterbox up there is way worse. As far as body horror goes, we also have, Jinzo over here, but the digital dog with a cute robot head was the thing that made Gozoboro say “What have I done!?” The dog is digital, it’s not even alive.

Especially since I feel like the follow up question Noah made was like way more frightening than the dog thing?

Kaiba glazes right over this entire conversation. Like full stop, he didn’t even seem to blink. No part of this story even slightly surprised him, although I will admit, at least Seto has decided that Noah...exists and might in fact be a robot his Father made once. This in itself is a big deal for Kaiba, who has a goldfish memory and denial wider than the sea he’s trapped under.

First of all, congrats to the storyboarder/animator for drawing a hand in that angle, mad respect.

Second of all, this is pretty close to the actual line from the show, Kaiba legit thinks that his Dad wanted Kaiba to be the president, after he knows full well that his Dad was like “Don’t Take Over My Company, You Little Twerp” and then like tried to even send Seto back to the orphanage whence he came. Kaiba’s pretty sure that his Dad wanted that whole thing to happen exactly the way it happened. No regrets. Just family being family.

And Moki’s still chilling on the Moki couch, just kinda taking this all in before he’s summoned unto the field like a playing card.

Ah, yet another person who is like “KILL MEEE” on this show. It’s been kind of a while. Like, who’s left that hasn’t stood in front of a loaded card-gun like this? Duke? Is Duke the only one who hasn’t sacrificed his body for the greater card-good at this point? Is this why Duke is our amoral Chaotic Neutral? Is this why Duke is still the only one who hasn’t died yet (and I’m crossing my fingers still that he’s gonna be our death 169, it can happen, I can believe)?

I feel like this is the season of weird hugs. Like everyone on this show that has hugged has gotten a little weird. The only not-weird hug was when Yugi attempted to hug Joey once and then Joey dodged the hug and wrestled him into an arm-distanced noogie instead--which is technically still not a hug, but the closest we’ve gotten to something a human would do. It is so lucky for our art team that all the huggers are supposed to be hella weird anyway.

Anyway, next episode we get to find out if Noah also had an AIM username or got really into Jelly pens. I can see him getting suuuper into Jelly pens, with hair like that.

Anyway, here’s a link to Season 1 Ep 1 to read in Chrono order, in case you just got here and you’re looking for that.

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lonestorm · 7 years

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The Inugami - Chapter 6

Summary: When Kagome Higurashi moved to the bad side of Chicago to help with her grandfather’s restaurant, she expected chaos. Being thrown into a fake gang, caught in the middle of a drug war and grudge that stretches centuries back in time, befriending a grumpy half demon along with a ragtag bunch of three other misfits… wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. High school AU. Inukag.

Rating: T (some language)

Pairings: Inukag, Mirsan

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5

**Also on ff.net here.

“They’re probably in the basement,” muttered Inuyasha, gripping the steel handle.

The door creaked ominously as they stepped inside. Sure enough, the upper level was empty, their boots clomping against the ground in a way that proved Inuyasha didn’t care for being inconspicuous.

Noticing Sango brush up against her side, Kagome looked up just as she felt something being slipped into her hand; a long switchblade. Kagome gave her a subtle, grateful nod as they walked on.

From the fact that there were no members guarding the stairs, Kagome figured Naraku was either overconfident or a fool. She had a suspicion that it was the former.

Breathing out deeply in attempt to control the fear that was making her hands and knees tremble, Kagome gripped the switchblade more tightly. They’d reached a back door with concrete steps, and Inuyasha stepped without hesitation towards the first. Swallowing, she gripped the railing before almost bumping into Inuyasha’s back. He’d turned to look at her, and she remembered his hatred of the smell of fear.

“S-sorry,” she muttered, trying to push it down where it collected in a lump in her throat. She was the one that had insisted on coming, and the last thing she wanted to do was burden them with her own terror. She pictured a purifying light passing through her whole body, a wall of light that pushed out any fear left over. It… didn’t help that much, but she tried to think so.

Inuyasha stepped back up onto her stair. Instead of scolding and criticizing her for coming along at all, he instead reached out as if he couldn’t stop the movement of his hand. He slid warm touch from her shoulder to the small of her back, up again before he squeezed her shoulder one last time. His fingers were like fire across her body, though she was covered with many layers of clothing. She’d never seen him touch anything so gently before. Then he tightened his jaw, turned his face to stone, and marched on down the long stairway.

“What the hell was that?” Sango muttered, staring at where Inuyasha had touched her with genuine surprise and interest.

Kagome didn’t bother to answer, not knowing herself, but Miroku just shook his head with a knowing smile. “Told you, didn’t I? Total softie.” And he walked in front of Kagome.

Great--now she had more of a problem with the shock and racing heart than fear. Well, maybe it was better that way. But now she was distracted, for up had risen the unbidden memory of how close he’d been in the kitchen today, leaning over her with hazy eyes and hands clenched on her as if he never intended to remove them.

This is so not the time, she groaned mentally. Steeling herself and taking a last, deep breath, she followed after the two boys, who had almost reached the bottom of the steps.

The sight that met her at the bottom was a mob, a mass of people that filled nearly all of the hangar-sized basement. The air was damp and thick with must, sweat, and reaching hands pleading for their next fix. The Spiders’ eyes were sunken, ringed with shadow on their gray faces tinged with green. Why hadn’t she noticed how sickly they’d been looking at school the past days? It seems all of them had run out of the drug that kept them tethered to a sick and sad existence. Looking at their weak forms, it actually seemed likely that the Inugami could come out on top; the members looked about ready to keel over as it was.

None seemed to even notice as they came down and attached instantly to the back of the horde. Instead of worrying of being seen, the Inugami fixed their sights on the man standing on a platform at the end of all these people, boxes of his drug piled up behind and beside him. Naraku… it could only be him, grinned at the clamoring crowd like a giant spider viewing a mass of flies struggling in his web. She found herself instantly nauseated.

He wasn’t ugly, of pale and elegant face with dark, lidded eyes that promised darkness and pleasure. His long, dark, wavy hair spilled down his back like a waterfall of ink, blending into his black trench coat. His collar was up, curving with his delicate neck and cheekbones. But it was an infected sort of beauty, like dark, shimmering oil spilling into pure water. She shuddered.

Hearing a low growl beside her, she turned her gaze to see Inuyasha with amber eyes wide and trained solely on the man on the platform. There was a hatred alight and passionate in his eyes, so intense that she had to look away with a shiver. His ears were flattened, teeth bared and chest moving up and down as if he’d run down the stairs rather than walked. His clawed hands shook.

Not knowing what else would help, but desperate not to lose him to this raging emotion he was experiencing, Kagome slipped her hand into his and gave a squeeze. The boy froze instantly, other than a sort of tremor that ran through him. He was staring at her now, eyes wider if possible, and she wondered why he had to make such a big damn deal about it… she flushed. She was just trying to calm him down, for heaven’s sake!

So she clarified with a whisper, “Calm down. You need to focus.”

His throat worked. “Y-yeah. Yes. Okay.”

She didn’t really feel like letting go, needing comfort herself, so she didn’t. Besides… his hand was big, and unbelievably strong. It made warmth tingle through her.

“My faithful, fellow Spiders!” Naraku called above the begging and hissing and murmurs. All other sounds instantly ceased at his voice, which may have caused his grin as he continued, “I am delighted to see you all once more. I see you have gotten the hang of our coding system well, and you shall be rewarded for your loyalty. But first, our monthly meeting to discuss the climate out on the streets.”

The Spiders all must fear him very much to not rush up and try to take the drugs right away, Kagome thought.

“Disgusting bastard,” Inuyasha muttered.

And when Kikyo stepped out from behind a few boxes, ethereal and statuesque as ever, Inuyasha dropped her hand in surprise and unwavering attention.

For some reason, it made her chest burn with a coiling and snarling heat. Kagome slipped her hand back into her sleeve and clenched her fist; maybe that’s why. Kikyo was up there, with Inuyasha’s arch enemy, and yet he was gazing at her like she was the only star in the sky. Kikyo wasn’t standing beside him, fighting to defeat this horrible man. Kagome was.

She doesn’t deserve his admiration. She ignores him. She hasn’t stood by him. Not like I have-

Kagome stopped herself right there, shaking her head quickly to clear it. Since when did such petty thoughts plague her? It was none of her business, and she didn’t know Kikyo well enough to judge her situation. Surely the woman had her reasons, and was a victim in this. What did she care how Inuyasha cared for Kikyo? He could do what he wanted with his own, messed up love life. It didn’t involve Kagome.

But that thought just pulled her back to earlier that afternoon, when he’d come so close to kissing her that she’d forgotten how to breathe, and may have forgotten how to stand if he hadn’t had her pressed firmly up against the counter. His cheek in her hand had been so soft, and she wondered if his lips would have been-

Shitshitshit no! Stop! Not the time! Never the time! Kagome closed her eyes to clear her mind once more. It is never my place to wonder such things. He’s my friend. The best friend I’ve ever had. He was just caught in the moment of hormones. I’m simply flustered and I don’t have time for that right now.

But the thought of someone using her as an outlet to ease their sexual frustrations did nothing but tick her off.

Go away, feelings.

And for the time being, it worked.

Naraku continued with his speaking. “The Wolves have attacked several groups of our members, fighting for the western border of our territory. I expect you to be defending and attempting further expansion.”

She’d never seen a gangster in a movie speak with such professionalism, but then again, as a half demon, Naraku was very old.

There were murmurs of “Yes, sir” across the crowd before he raised his hands again. “Also.” His grin was enough to make her want to turn back. “I hear this little tiny band that call themselves the Inugami are still determined to destroy us. Is that little, temper-driven halfbreed still cursing my name?”

Kagome grabbed his arm to stop him from moving forward. Still, that man had some nerve to call Inuyasha ‘halfbreed’ with such malice when he himself was half demon as well.

“Yes, sir,” one of the members near the front said, voice echoing. “They have not attacked in offense, though, sir.”

“Still, their pathetic quest has become quite irritating,” sighed the drug lord.

“Would you like us to eliminate them, sir?” another one asked, sounding grossly eager.

“No,” mused Naraku, contemplating with one, long-fingered hand twirling some hair and the other around Kikyo’s waist. “I want you to break them… break him.”

“What?” Sango muttered behind her.

“The halfbreed constantly with that one girl, isn’t he? The new one. Isn’t it obvious? You don’t kill her… but feel free to attack that one, have your way with her, if you wish, boys.”

Kagome unconsciously took a step back, fear lodging in her throat. Inuyasha made a strangled sound between a snarl, gasp, and whimper. His arm instantly shoved her behind him, where the rest of her friends surrounded her in a tight circle.

And like she’d been dreading, he shouted impulsively in a ringing voice across the room, “Over my mangled, dead body, you slimy son of a bitch!”

The Spiders had a collective gasp, looking behind them in quick succession to see an angry half demon ready to tear their throats out. But Naraku, she saw over Inuyasha’s shoulder, was only smiling. “Ah, I wondered if that would finally get you to say something. Uncharacteristically quiet, you were, Inuyasha.”

“Inuyasha?” Kikyo spoke quizzically from within Naraku’s tight grip.

“Kikyo…” he breathed back.

Kagome squirmed uncomfortably at his gentle tone.

“Ugh,” Sango said, “Sorry, man. Don’t ship it.”

“Agreed,” Shippo sighed. “Ugh.”

“Shut up, you,” Inuyasha barked back at them.

Naraku cocked his head, not looking in the least bit intimidated. “What exactly is your intention today, halfbreed? Did you come to… fight me? Five of you? How utterly adorable.”

Chuckles spread throughout the Spiders, and Kagome heard the telltale sounds of switchblades snapping from their shandles.

Inuyasha only growled, and Naraku continued, “Simply because you have a few allies, you think you can defeat me now? If even your full demon brother could not, what makes you think you could, with that disgusting sentimental value you hold onto your humanity with? Poor little Inuyasha, rejected in love all his life, thinking vengeance can ease his loneliness? And here you come, walking into an army without hope to-”

Naraku was halted by the firing of a gun and his cry of pain and surprise as bolts of electricity shook his body and sent him sprawling to the platform.

Mouths hanging open, the group spun to look at Sango, who was calmly reloading her long-distance taser handgun.

Finally, she looked up. “What? I hate monologs.”

They were possibly shocked even more out of their skins when Miroku grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her right on the mouth. He held her close and kissed her for only a few moments before he released her with a simple grin. “I’m stupidly in love with you. Let’s go kick ass.”

“I officially don’t know what’s happening anymore,” Shippo stated.

“Chaos,” Inuyasha answered with a grin before launching forward. The rest took off after him (Sango stumbling slightly in a daze). No one had taken out a gun in fear of shooting their comrades. Spiders came, but were so weak from withdrawal that a single trip maneuver would send them crashing down and unable to get up. Kagome realized that this was Naraku’s miscalculation; the weakness he thrust upon his own forces, and something Inuyasha had probably considered before coming in the first place.

With Inuyasha barreling a path through the sea of fists and knives, the Inugami rushed the platform and leapt atop. Naraku was already standing, Kikyo on the side watching as if it were a mildly boring movie.

With a shout, long, thick, dark tentacles burst from Naraku’s back. Kagome cringed at his demon parts becoming visible, but still stood her ground beside Inuyasha, who had run forward with his claws raised.

“Stay back!” Naraku called at his gang. “I have these myself!”

Kagome doubted he was truly concerned about them, but proving himself in front of his gang as well as insuring that none died so that his drugs would continue to have customers and people willing to join the gang was of obvious importance. Not to mention, they were so zombie-like that they’d likely get in his way.

“Iron reaver soul stealer!” shouted Inuyasha, and blades of winds sliced through the air from his claws, slicing off a tenticle with one swipe.

Shippo yelled, “Foxfire!” Blue flames swirled from the kitsune’s palm and struck the side of Naraku’s face, but he didn’t flinch. A tentacle came and caught the boy in the stomach, cutting off his air and sending him flying into boxes of drugs.

“Shippo!” Kagome cried, starting toward him, but Sango spun out of the way of a tentacle and shoved something into her chest.

“Put this on!” she insisted. It was a face mask with a vent, and Kagome realized it was to make sure they didn’t inhale any of the Shikon that may get smashed. Miroku, Inuyasha, and Sango had already put some on.

“Right!” she agreed, and then ran to Shippo’s side, dodging and rolling a stray tentacle.

And that’s when she realized that the poor, groaning Shippo didn’t have a mask.

Without hesitation, Kagome strapped the filter around his face instead. He stared up at her as pink, sparkling dust began to rise, and he protested through the mask. She looked around in horror, smelling a thick, sugary smell. The dust of the drug rose into a cloud around the basement, causing the occupants to sigh in relief as they got a bit of a dose, and Kagome to stumble back.

“Kagome, why don’t you have a mask?!” Shippo demanded, but she shook her head, covering her mouth and nose with a hand.

She was so focused on not breathing that she almost didn’t feel the tentacle slamming into her side. Crying out, she toppled off of the platform, and heard Inuyasha’s desperate shout of, “Kagome!” It was followed by his exclamation of pain as he was smacked off the platform and crumpling to the ground beside her.

The sugary smell was growing overwhelming, and she coughed on its particles entering her lungs. Her side stung with pain she could never have imagined as she struggled for breath and to stop breathing all at once. One fix will addict… no, no please I don’t want to get addicted…

Inuyasha had crawled to her side, lifting her so that she rested on his shoulder. “You stupid girl! Why didn’t you put the mask on?!”

“Sh-Shippo didn’t have one…”

“Always have to be a damn martyr, don’t you?” he snarled with a muffled voice in his mask, putting his hands on her face and looking searchingly into her eyes. “Wh-wha… your pupils aren’t dilated.” His own eyes narrowed. “How do you feel? Stronger? More energy? Pain going away? It’s supposed to take immediate effect!”

“I-I certainly don’t feel any of that,” she groaned, hand gripping her smarting side.

“Immune?” a dark voice mused behind them, and they spun to see Naraku, friends slumped on the ground behind him. He narrowed his eyes at her, and she tried not to cower under his gaze. “I’ve never met someone immune to my Shikon Jewel, but clearly she sits before me. Interesting. Perhaps she has some spiritual power, like my dear Kikyo. Though Kikyo is not immune…”

“Kikyo is not your anything,” Inuyasha snarled, putting Kagome behind him. “And I’ll tear your fucking throat out for putting Kagome in danger.”

“Will you, now?” The man was starting to grin. “I can feel your change coming. New Moon, then? The silver of the moon leaves with the silver of your demon hair. How poetic.”

Inuyasha tensed. “I-I don’t know what you’re-”

He stopped when there was a sudden pulse of energy that came from his very skin; Kagome felt it through the arms that were holding her behind him. Another pulse, a third, and then demon energy seemed to seep from Inuyasha’s very body. She felt it, as if it were melting through the ground. A gasp was pulled from her as she watched his hair darken to black, dog ears retract and human ears grow. His bared fangs shrunk to human teeth, claws reduced to normal fingernails. His amber eyes shifted like dyed liquid to a rich brown that was almost violet.

Human.

“Shit,” Inuyasha muttered, pushing them both backwards on the floor as Naraku advanced. “Shit, shit… Kagome, you have to run!”

“What’s going on?” she said in a strangled voice. “Why do you look human?”

“I’ll explain later! Get out of here!”

“Like hell!”

Too much talking; Naraku had drawn a blade from under his coat--a katana. He swung it down, slicing horizontally, at which Inuyasha dove to cover her body with his own and roll away. But she heard his hiss of pain and heard the splatter of blood from his back. When she crawled out from under him, there was a cut, long across his shoulders so that his shirt was torn wide and his hair, his beautiful, lovely hair that she’d long admired, was mostly sheared off at the shoulder from the wicked sharpness of the blade.

“No, no!” she cried out, quickly fumbling with the suikan ties about her waist. If only he’d been wearing it-!

Senses hyper aware, she ducked the sword coming at her and lashed out with the switchblade in her sleeve, slicing up with a large arc until she hit flesh. The blade slipped across Naraku’s cheek, leaving a deep trail of blood that only granted her satisfaction.

Inuyasha shakily sat up to find a sword at his throat. Kagome rushed forward only to have a tentacle push her out of the way. Naraku was solely focused on Inuyasha, a mad delight gleaming in his scarlet eyes. This wasn’t just annoyance… this was hatred. But what had Inuyasha done to deserve such personalized emotion?

Maybe… somewhere in that twisted heart of his, Naraku did care for Kikyo. And maybe… Inuyasha was the only one in the way of having her all to himself.

“You think you’re some sort of hero, Inuyasha?” Naraku said quietly, voice deep and thick with hate. Kagome struggled to stand with the black spots in her vision, but Naraku pressed his blade so that a bead of blood trickled from Inuyasha’s neck. “Perhaps impressive that you managed to find me… but futile. You, who are a disgrace to demon-kind? You, who has been the monster mothers warned their children from at night? You suddenly think you’re a hero like all of those foolish American movies? You, who are so pathetic at the single strike of my hand? You think you have a chance?”

To her surprise, Inuyasha only shrugged, letting out a laugh. “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.”

He tugged a dagger from his boot, and flicked it so that it sunk into Naraku’s shoulder.

While Naraku roared in rage, Inuyasha rolled out from under the sword. He pulled a second dagger from his boot as Naraku struck down with his good arm, which Inuyasha blocked with his own blade. But his arm shook, human muscles unable to compete with the still half-demon. Naraku lowered his injured arm, punching Inuyasha in the stomach.

Inuyasha coughed and sputtered, dropping his dagger at the force.

“Your sword!” Kagome cried at Inuyasha. “Use Tessaiga!”

“It won’t do any damage to him when it doesn’t transform!” Inuyasha shouted back, ducking a tentacle. “It won’t transform for me when I’m human!”

Naraku lashed out with his katana again, and Kagome rushed forward to pull Inuyasha out of the way. She then stepped right up to Naraku in her anger, trying a disarming technique that only got her shoved away with a tentacle. He raised his sword over the pair of them, and Kagome covered Inuyasha’s body with her own-

A shot rang out, and Naraku was struck to the ground with a splatter of blood. The room looked around to the door, where stood a severely pissed off demon.

Sesshomaru.

“Bastard,” Inuyasha managed to choke, pulling himself into a sitting position. “What are you doing he-”

“Silence, you complete. Fucking. Idiot,” Sesshomaru said calmly, voice creepily resembling Darth Vader through his ventilation mask. “Gather your friends and get behind me before I decide to put your sorry asses in jail for vigilantism.”

“This isn’t finished,” Naraku choked out, blood oozing from his side. It seems Sesshomaru had shot for the kill, but a tentacle had gotten in the way. Kagome didn’t feel as disturbed about Sesshomaru being so willing to kill Naraku as she should have.

“It’s not,” Sesshomaru agreed, as Miroku hauled Shippo along on his back and Sango at his side to pull them behind Sesshomaru. “Put your hands up where I can see them, Naraku, or the second shot will not miss the tiny target of your heart.”

“Come on,” Kagome whispered, pulling Inuyasha by the arm, but he wouldn’t budge.

“No! I can defeat him myself-”

“You’re human now. Another day, Inuyasha-”

“Fools,” Naraku laughed. “I quite enjoy this little game we play, Inutashio brothers, and I’m not quite ready to see its end yet.”

And with a swirl of darkness, he was gone.

“Damn him,” Inuyasha snarled, clawing at where his enemy used to be. “Coward! Damn him and his teleportation-!”

Police poured down the stairs, all wearing the face masks, snatching as many gang members as possible and locking handcuffs about their wrists. But Spiders were just as quickly pouring out through back exits, snatching and scrambling for bags of drugs as they left. Kikyo was already gone.

It took a while to gather them up and get to the cars, what with Inuyasha’s protests. “I almost had him!” he was arguing as they were led to police cars that would take them home. “You just had to butt in, always in my damn way, and even miss the damn shot-”

There was a cracking sound, and all fell silent. Sesshomaru lowered the hand that had slapped across his brother’s face. Inuyasha’s face was turned to the side, dark eyes alight with anger, yet downcast.

Sesshomaru’s voice was deadly quiet. “You are a foolish disgrace. This vengeance was both of ours, and you rushed into it, on your night of weakness, without calling me. I didn’t know where the hell you were. When I let you move in, we made a pact that we would defeat him together. You have broken any trust or faith I had in you, almost got yourself killed. I hope you are proud of yourself.”

“Trust? Faith?” Inuyasha scoffed, shaking his head. He then met his brother’s stare. He was shorter, but at the moment, they both looked just as dangerous. “You’ve never had any of that for me. What does family matter to you? You’ve hated me since I was born. Me and my dirty blood. You’ve never given a damn about what I do or what happens to me. That was made pretty clear when my mother died and you didn’t care when the villagers tried to stone me to death and burn me at the stake. You couldn’t care less if I died, so you don’t get to say that to me!”

Sesshomaru dealt him a slap to the other side, even harder than the first.

“Stop hitting him!” Kagome cried, pulling Inuyasha farther away. “I know you’re mad, but, but he’s your little brother and, and that’s abusive and he’s hurt already!”

Inuyasha snarled, “That piece of shit is not my brother!”

With a stare that froze heaven and hell over, Sesshomaru said in a quiet voice, more scary than a yell, “You lie. Get into the car--all of you. I have no more patience for your emotional human state.”

“I hate you!” Inuyasha shouted.

Sesshomaru turned away from him. “Get in the car or get arrested.”

“Inuyasha,” Kagome whispered, feeling tears already slipping down her cheeks. Blue and red lights from the police cars were flashing across her face, and the night air bit at her cheeks; she’d picked up her jacket again, and handed back his, which had been much warmer. Before she’d left the basement, she’d also picked up the sad cut of his hair that lay on the floor and tied it into a careful knot that she’d put in her pocket. She now laid a hand on Inuyasha’s arm, another on his back. “Let’s go, okay? We’re all tired and upset. It’ll be okay.”

“What the fuck do you know?” he snapped at her, making her flinch back.

At the sight of her wince and tears, his face fell from a snarl. It was bright red on both sides from Sesshomaru’s hand, and his eye were so toiling with emotion that she found she already forgiven him.

“S-sorry,” he muttered eventually. “I didn’t mean...Fine. Let’s go. Your mother is probably worried.”

She was indeed worried.

Sango, Shippo, and Miroku had been dropped off at their homes first, happy sleepover idea forgotten. Inuyasha had been silent the car ride back, staring out the police car window with his jaw stuck in its hard position. In the front seat, the commander of the police department said nothing to his brother either; he only asked Kagome for directions to her house.

“Kagome!” her mother cried, rushing to her and tackling her to a hug as soon as Sesshomaru and Inuyasha walked to her to the door. “Oh, thank God, thank God… didn’t you get my calls and texts? Where were you? Are you okay? Who is…?” her mother saw Sesshomaru, and then the police car.

“Sorry I didn’t answer, Mama,” Kagome whispered. “I g-got a bit caught up… I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Your daughter was part of an attempt to take down a powerful gang and drug distributer,” Sesshomaru said, voice back to a monotone. “I’d advise her and her friends to keep out of such dangerous and impossible endeavors in the future. She is not in trouble with the law; I simply am ensuring she arrives home safely. I take responsibility of my younger brother pulling her into his ridiculous plans.”

“I told her not to come!” Inuyasha insisted. Sesshomaru nonchalantly smacked him in the back of the head, sending him to his knees.

Her mother stared in alarm, and then her eyes widened in realization. “Inuyasha? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, stumbling to his feet. “Long story.”

Her mother paused, not letting Kagome go as she pursed her lips. “A long story I intend to hear from you both. Thank you, officer, for returning my daughter to me safely.” Mother, being the angel she was, looked to Inuyasha with concern. “If it would be alright with you, perhaps your little brother could stay overnight with us. It looks as if his hair could use some fixing, and Kagome is quite good with that. We would feed him and ensure he gets home safely tomorrow. I know he would never put my daughter in danger intentionally.”

Sesshomaru gave her mother a level stare, and then shoved Inuyasha forward, which made him wince from his wound on his back. “Keep him.” And he left.

“A rather… rough man, isn’t he?” her mother finally said, looking to Inuyasha. “I do hope he doesn’t hit you often. Is your head alright?”

“I usually hit back,” Inuyasha brushed the comment off. “Fine.”

After she’d pulled them both inside, she took Kagome’s face in her hands and began to check her over. “Are you hurt, my darling?”

“Really, Mama, I’m okay. He protected me, and he has a bad cut on his shoulders that needs treatment.”

“Sit down at the table then, Inuyasha,” her mother instructed, pulling out the nearest kitchen chair. “While I fix that up, you can explain to me what happened.”

It took ten minutes to tell the full story, Inuyasha interjecting at some points. Her mother looked more concerned by the second, but kept quiet. When they’d finished, there was a silence while Mama finished with his stick stitches and covered it all with a waterproof bandage. “I hope you know that you are grounded, Kagome.”

She looked down. “Yes, Mama.”

“For a week.”

“Yes Ma-wait, only a week?”

Sighing, her mother turned and regarded her with a tired smile. “I know you did what you did to protect your friends; you’re a grown woman now, and I cannot say I wouldn’t have chosen the same. I also know that I will not be able to stop you from doing so again. But I want you to know to make better decisions and choose your battles; both of you, while it seemed like a good opportunity, it truly wasn’t. You should not have rushed into this fight and I think you know that without me telling you.”

“Also, you are still young,” her mother went on. “Yes, you too, Inuyasha. You should let the police take care of this. It is no place for you. Now go to your room and get his hair cut--I’ll bring you both some dinner.”

“Thank you, Mama,” Kagome said, wrapping her in another hug. “I’m sorry for worrying you, and thank you for understanding.”

She got a kiss on the head in return. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She looked up to see Inuyasha watching all of this with open longing in his eyes. Her heart hurt to know that he was thinking of his own mother that he’d loved so dearly.

Apparently, her mother had seen it too, because she then surprised him with a hug as well. He was stiff, but managed to return it. Her mother looked up at him with love and understanding, warming Kagome with some sort of relief.

“I know you would never mean to get her hurt, Inuyasha,” her mother said. “Thank you for protecting her. You are welcome here any time.”

He just swallowed and gave a nod, but that was enough.

Upstairs, she seated him in her vanity table chair and put a towel around his shoulders to catch falling hair. Her floor was wood, so she planned to simply sweep it after. Inuyasha’s face was emotionless as he regarded his own face dully in the mirror of the vanity. He said nothing as she wet it down and began to cut it into a shaggy style, short and to the normal length for a boy’s hair. She’d cut her brother’s several times, so she knew how to layer, thin, keep certain parts equal in length. She made sure to make those two parts on the sides of his head slightly longer; Kagome knew he liked to hide the awkward space on his head where human ears were supposed to be. Her mother entered and left silently at some point during the haircut, setting two bowls of Inuyasha’s favorite miso ramen on the nightstand.

Finally, she stepped back, brushing hair from her fingers. “There. Is that okay?”

He stared. “I guess.”

Kagome bit her lip. “Okay… is there something you’d rather I do?”

“No. This is fine.”

Determined that he be happier with it, she scuttled to her desk, where she found the wide-holed metal beads with Japanese script upon them; she used them occasionally to dress up a chain about her neck, or attach to earrings.

She chose the ones that said courage, strength, spirit, and love, and returned to his still form. Strangely, he did not protest or ask what she was doing when she began to twirl his forelocks in her hands as if to make them closer together and thinner. He seemed to be lost in his own world, unaware of anything around him. She slipped the beads, and several red ones in between, onto the front two parts of his hair so that they hung at the sides of his face. A tiny, practically invisible clip kept them in place.

When she was done, she lightly put her hands on his shoulder and leaned down. It was strange enough to see him with black hair, but stranger still that he hadn’t spoken practically at all since entering the house. “How about that?”

Slowly, he reached up and held the beads out to read them. His face finally softened. “Yes. I like it.”

“Good,” she said firmly, retrieving the small brush and dustpan that she’d gathered from the closet on the way up.

There was a pregnant pause, filled only with the sound of her sweeping the excess hair away and carefully balling up the towel around his shoulders.

“Samurai used to grow out their hair long,” Inuyasha said suddenly, making her halt while setting down the empty dustpan on her desk. “It was a sign of honor. Mine grew fast and long since I was little; I suppose that’s why my mom always… well, she always said I was her little samurai.”

Kagome’s eyes filled with tears as he stared at his reflection, where he was tugging on a piece of hair as if that would make it grow. “She always told me to take care of it, keep it long and proud. As soon as a samurai’s hair was cut, so was his honor. All of his pride. I guess I’ve always seen it like that. And now I’ve let him get away, let her remain his prisoner, almost got you hurt…” He dropped his hair and looked into his lap. “I guess I deserve it, after all.”

She’d never realized how much his long hair meant to him, that it had any significance with his mother. She came forward, taking his hand and bringing him over to have a more comfortable seat on her bed. He followed like a zombie, watching his feet. From there, she put an arm around his waist and said quietly, “Losing a battle doesn’t mean we lost the war. We still have a fighting chance, to put that scumbag in jail where he belongs, and get… get Kikyo back.” Swallowing, she pushed away the angry thoughts she had before toward the other girl. “I decided to come, Inuyasha. That’s my burden alone; there’s nothing you could do about it, and you protected me best you could. I turned out to be immune to the Shikon anyway, right?”

“Lucky chance.”

“It still happened. We’re all okay, and that’s what matters. Your mother would still be proud of you.” His muscles tensed, and she went on, “Besides, I kept the hair that was cut at first. It’s long enough where we can send it in so that kids that lost their hair to cancer can have it. It’ll make someone really happy. Would you like that?”

“Yeah.”

But Kagome remained crestfallen at his lost and broken expression, all the despairs and memories of the evening likely resting on his shoulders. His fingers still played with his hair. He still looked ashamed.

Unable to stand it anymore, she was struck with sudden, reckless inspiration, and marched to the vanity. His head snapped up when she grabbed a ponytail and tied it quickly. “What are you-”

He stopped when she snatched up the special, hair styling scissors and cleanly sliced her hair off with one stroke.

“Kagome!” he said, astonished, as she began determinedly cutting her hair shorter, as short as his, short as a boy, and skillfully layering and styling it from back to front.

“What are you doing?!” he demanded, rushing forward and grabbing her. “Your hair! I-it was beautiful-” He stopped with a blush at his admittance. But for once, she ignored his uncharacteristic compliment.

“It’s just hair,” she told him through gritted teeth as she turned her head to the side to cut it more evenly. “I don’t give a crap. We’ll grow it back together.”

“You’re crazy.”

“That may be, but I think I’m looking pretty good with a homemade pixie cut.” She squinted at the mirror. It was so much lighter, and gave her the faint sense of freedom, the sharp air brushing against the back of her neck. “Should I cut my bangs any?”

“No!”

“Hmm…” He only watched, mostly open mouthed, as she continued to nonchalantly style her hair for another fifteen minutes before she was satisfied. She then swept the floor again, and announced she was going to change shirts to get rid of the excess hair.

Having changed fully into her pajamas in the bathroom, she came out and sat by him again on the bed. Inuyasha was watching her steadily in wonderment, and she felt rather warm under his gaze. Eventually, she said, “You never explained why you’re human now, Inuyasha.”

His gaze turned to her closed and snowy window. “It’s part of being half demon. I turn half human once a month. All hanyo’s do, on different days. My day is the New Moon. I l-lose… everything. My hearing, my sight, my smell… When I was little, i-it was terrifying to be alone in the woods and not know… I just… I hate the New Moon. I hate being human. It’s like every stupid emotion I have gets magnified times fifty and they all come out of my mouth and…”

He lapsed into silence, at which she curled an arm around him. He’d fought so severely with Sesshomaru tonight… Kagome suspected the words lashed out then were bothering him even more than Naraku’s escape. She said gently, “Inuyasha… it’ll be okay. It isn’t now, but it will be. You know I’ll always accept and listen to you. Your emotions aren’t stupid.”

For a moment, nothing. Then he was suddenly wrapping her in a hug, burying his face into her neck and breathing out with a shudder in his chest. As if he’d been holding back for so long and now he had to cling to her for comfort. He grabbed her so hard that they fell back, a tangled mess onto her mattress where they stayed, intertwined and quiet. She tried not to stiffen in surprise, but hold him to her. Inuyasha stayed curled up against her, face against her heart and arms around her hips. She only pushed her fingers through his silky, shortened hair, held him, breathed so that his breathing, once quick and struggling, soon matched hers.

“You smell kinda nice,” he muttered dazedly at one point.

She hoped he didn’t hear her heart rate increase. “Really? You’re usually talking about how you hate my smell. Fear and all.”

His shoulders moved once in a weak shrug. “I lied.”

And from his breathing, in the next minute of her eyes wide and heart impossibly fast, she knew he’d started to fall asleep. But his eyes kept twitching as if wincing in thoughts that plagued his mind.

Kagome knew no Japanese lullabies that wouldn’t have lyrics that fit any other but a mother and child, so she began to quietly sing an American song she’d heard.

“Goodnight, my angel

Time to close your eyes

And save these questions for another day

I think I know what you've been asking me

I think you know what I've been trying to say

I promised I would never leave you

And you should always know

Wherever you may go

No matter where you are

I never will be far away.”

His face was soft, peaceful as a child. He smelled of leather, clouds, somehow a distinct male scent. A wave of calmness washed over her, and something gave her the contented notion that this was exactly where she was supposed to be. Resting her hand on his arm, she hesitantly laid a kiss on his head. The last sounds she heard was the melody of her own voice to the rhythm of his breathing…

“...and like a boat out on the ocean

I'm rocking you to sleep

The water's dark

And deep inside this ancient heart

You'll always be a part of me

...someday we'll all be gone

But lullabyes go on and on...

They never die

That's how you

And I

Will be.”

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