Making History

Chapter Seven

But, if I tell the world,

I'll never say enough

Cause it was not said to you

And that's exactly what I need to do

If I end up with you... ~ADELE Chasing Pavements

Eight couldn't have come any slower. All throughout dinner, she checked her watch as discreetly as possible. It was so stupid of her to agree for Inuyasha to come over! He had come over once before, uninvited mind you, but it hadn't been as big of a deal. She had been home alone that night as she was sick and her grandfather and mother had gone out to Souta's soccer game.

But this…this was much different. Not only was her whole family here, but it was the night her cousin Miroku had decided to come for dinner. She loved Miroku a lot, but he was very protective of her. When she had been about twelve, her uncle had been in a very bad car accident while he was out driving with her father and Miroku. It had been raining, and her uncle had lost control of the car. It had tumbled down the side of a short cliff rolling and crashing into trees as it went. Her uncle and father had been killed instantly…but by some miracle, Miroku survived with a jagged piece of glass puncturing a hole though his right hand as his only serious injury, though to this day, there was still a scar.

It had been devastating…for their entire family. Souta had still only been a baby, and Miroku found himself with no other family but them. Her mother had lost her brother and husband, all at once, but if she ever felt like breaking down, she never did, and was strong for her nephew and two children. Kagome and Miroku had found comfort in each other. For the short year and a half that Miroku stayed at the shrine, the two had become closer than brother and sister. That relationship remained, even long after Miroku left for collage to be a teacher. Once, when she had been in middle school, some boy whose name she had long forgotten had broken her heart, and Miroku had come all the way home the next day to make him apologize to her. Needless to say, the whole ordeal ended with Miroku nearly getting arrested.

She did love Miroku, a lot. But if there was one person who she wanted to never find out about her relationship with her history teacher…it was him. She could feel his eyes watching her curiously through dinner, and she knew he would ask her about it as soon as he got her alone. And Kagome…well, she couldn't lie to Miroku if her life depended on it, he could always see through her.

A quick glance down at her watch revealed that it was almost eight, and she stood up quickly.

"Thanks for dinner, Mama! I've got a project to finish for school tonight, so I better get working! Nice to see you Miroku!" she said, dashing out of the kitchen as quickly as possible. She flew up the stairs to her room and through the open door to see Inuyasha crawling in through the window she had left open for him.

She quickly shut the door behind her, locking it for good measure. By the time she had turned back around to face him, he was there, and he pressed his lips briefly against her cheek in greeting.

"You got your stuff packed?" he said, his voice lowered so as not to alert her family downstairs.

"Ah…no," she said sheepishly.

"I told you to get packed before I came over!" he said, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Well I didn't know what kind of clothes I should pack!" she huffed. "Formal, semiformal, casual….you didn't give me anything to work with here!"

He sighed, shaking his head a little bit. "No matter what you pack, you're going to feel out of place," he said walking over to her closet. "They all wear clothes like they did in the feudal era. Kimonos with swords strapped to their sides."

"Why is that?" Kagome said, coming over to join in his search.

"To hell if I know," he said shrugging. "But I personally don't feel like pulling out my old robes, and I don't care one way or another if I blend in with them or not. Dang, wench, don't you have anything besides skimpy skirts?" he said, pushing aside skirt after skirt after skirt…

"Skirts are comfy!" she said defensively. "What about this one?" she said, pulling a yellow dress that looked like it would reach to her knees. "Will it do?"

"No, no! It's too short! Wear one that covers as much skin as possible, your scent can't get through," he said, taking the yellow dress from her hands and tossing it to the bed.

"I would think you preferred the shorter one," she said accusingly, glaring at him narrowed, stormy eyes.

"Hm, maybe usually, but not this time wench," he said, his voice lowering as he moved closer to her. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, and her head tilted up automatically, capturing him completely with her mesmerizing eyes.

He was so distracted by her, that he didn't notice the presence of another's aura until the door was smashed open, and someone stumbled through it, nearly hitting the floor but catching himself in the knick of time. Inuyasha shoved Kagome behind him, splaying out his arms in front of her to shield her and crouching slightly in a defensive stance.

"Get your hands off her – " the man started, but he stopped and his face paled as his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. "Inuyasha?" he ground out, and Inuyasha had to admit that he felt just as surprised as his friend was.

"Yo," he said, keeping his stance in front of Kagome. "What are you doing here, Miroku?"

"Me?" Miroku cried shock leaving his features only to be replaced by fury. "What the hell are you doing here!"

"Wait, Inuyasha," Kagome said, peeking out over Inuyasha's shoulder, her eyes wide and swirling with fear and shock. "You know Miroku?"

"Him? Yeah," he said, still staring at Miroku, who was spluttering, trying and failing to form words. "You know this pervert?"

"She's my cousin!" Miroku yelled before Kagome could answer. "And just what in seven hells are you doing here!"

"Well I was trying to tell you earlier, but you ran out before I had the chance," Inuyasha said coolly, but he never took his glaring eyes from him, making it very clear that he wouldn't permit him to come any closer to his nervous mate. "And I'd appreciate it if you lowered your voice, lecher."

Miroku's face turned red with fury. He took a step forward, making to grab Kagome from Inuyasha, but stopped dead when the half demon let out a positively terrifying growl and bared his teeth at the human male that was threatening his mate.

He took a step back quickly, knowing better than to challenge a demon. "So your 'mate'," Miroku said slowly, "is my cousin."

"Guess so," Inuyasha said flatly, leaving to room for discussion or argument.

"And you're taking, my baby cousin, into the demonic communities?" he said, his anger getting the better of him and raising the level of his voice again.

"That would be the current problem on hand," Inuyasha said, his shoulders stiffening at the uncomfortable reminder.

"Like hell if I'm going to let that happen!" Miroku roared. "There's no way I'm going to let you take Kagome into something that dangerous!"

"You didn't seem to care this much when I asked for your help earlier!" Inuyasha snorted.

"Yeah, well I didn't know that you so called 'mate' was my cousin!" Miroku said, looking like he was ready to kill the hanyou.

"In all fairness, I didn't know that my mate was your cousin," Inuyasha said, putting a special emphasis on 'my' while using one hand to push Kagome farther behind him.

"You bastard!" Miroku said, losing his self-restraint, and charging at the half demon.

In one fluid movement, Inuyasha shoved Kagome backwards with one hand so that she landed with a soft gasp on her bed, and he dropped to one knee, narrowly avoiding the fist that Miroku had carelessly aimed at his head. Miroku brought up his knee sharply towards the half demon's now lowered chin, but Inuyasha brought his palm swiftly up to meet Miroku's leg, pushing his fellow teacher off balance and making him fall to the floor.

Miroku twisted with surprising speed for a human and launched himself back towards Inuyasha, emitting a guttural cry as he swung hit after hit at the demon. Inuyasha simply dodged and ducked, avoiding the humans feeble attacks with little effort, growls sounding low in his chest but continuously growing as he tried desperately to restrain his instincts to kill this threat to himself and his mate.

A silver ear flicked towards Kagome's direction as she cried out frantically to her cousin, and his momentary distraction was enough for Miroku to get a lucky hit, barely grazing Inuyasha's jaw with a right hook.

Inuyasha's patience slipped.

He lunged, sailing right past the pervert's extended fist and reaching for the neck that Miroku had so foolishly left open for attack. His hand closed around fragile skin, and Kagome's shriek of his name reverberated in his ears. Still using his momentum, he slammed Miroku down to the ground, knocking the air out of the weaker man as his back hit the floor. But Miroku still didn't give up.

Locking his knee around the hanyou's ankle, he twisted violently, trying to make Inuyasha roll off him and release the hold he had on his neck. But Inuyasha wasn't half demon for nothing. He used the twist of Miroku's body against him, causing him to flip so that he was on his stomach, face pressed uncomfortably in the carpet. Quickly grabbing his arms, Inuyasha used one hand to hold Miroku's wrists behind his back, and pressed his other hand firmly between Miroku's shoulder blades, keeping his torso from rising from the ground. Miroku's legs continued to kick in a feeble attempt to throw the hanyou off.

Red rimed Inuyasha's vision, and Miroku's struggles were only making it harder for him not to kill the man beneath him. Growls tore through his chest, low and feral, and the vibrations seemed to cause the entire room to tremble in fear.

"Quit moving!" Inuyasha hissed. Blood was pounding in his ears, and his demon blood was boiling in his veins. Every instinct within him screamed at him to end this miserable whelp's life, remove him from the world so that he would no longer be a threat to his mate. His world was a hazy blur. He felt a soft but firm pressure on his arm, and he heard Kagome's soft reassuring voice, but he couldn't hear her words over the blood rushing through his ears.

Finally he felt Miroku still. Inuyasha took deep breaths, still struggling to control his inner demon. The world slowly came back into focus. He could still feel adrenalin, the primal urge to protect his mate at all cost. The part of his mind mostly controlled by his demonic blood seemed to scream at him, furious at his weakness.

'He's…my friend…her kin,' he thought, desperately, trying anything to sway the bloodlust that kept Miroku's face firmly planted into the ground.

With the greatest effort it had ever cost him, Inuyasha raised his eyes, searching for his mate. She was kneeling next to him, her long, warm hand placed firmly on his shoulder. Her stormy eyes were filled with anger, seeming to crackle with energy and the promise of lightning, and his gut twisted uncomfortably as guilt washed over him. He had attacked Miroku…a human and Kagome's cousin. Of course she'd be upset with him. But her angry eyes weren't looking at him, they were turned downward in Miroku's direction. It was then that he became more aware of her hand on him. It should be pulling, trying desperately to get him off her family. But it wasn't. Her hand gripped his shoulder. Firm and comforting. Supporting.

The rest of his senses seemed to come back, and he heard Miroku's voice, muffled as it was by the carpet of Kagome's room.

"-crazy if you think I'm just going to let him touch you!" Miroku was gritting out.

Inuyasha snarled and pushed the idiot's face harder into the floor.

"And what are you planning on doing about it, Miroku?" Kagome asked, a dark tone in her voice that Inuyasha had learned long ago meant that there was about to be a hell of a storm.

"It's against the law!" Miroku cried, desperately trying to make his younger cousin see reason. "You're seventeen, Kagome! He's five hundred!"

"Four hundred seventy three!" Kagome snapped, and Inuyasha had to suppress the urge to smile slightly. She had remembered. "And I turn eighteen two weeks before I graduate."

"I won't let you!" Miroku said, trying to force the hanyou off him again. "I'll – "

"You'll what?" Kagome said, her voice flowing with bitterness. "You going to tattle on me like we're six years old or something? I'm not a little kid Miroku! This isn't some stupid little game! Inuyasha is risking everything he's worked fifty years to build to keep me safe! If we don't go to the demonic communities now, he'll be sent back there for good!" her voice cracked on her last word and her hand clenched tightly on his shoulder. "You don't want me going into the demonic communities? Well tough! Because if something happens and he gets sent back to live there, I'm going with him!" she finished stubbornly, and the fierce expression on her face told Miroku that she was deathly serious.

Miroku's eyes grew wide and his brow crinkled a mixture of hurt, shock, and fear. "Kagome…why? I don't understand!" he said, his voice nearing a whimper. "Why would you want to live in the demonic communities? What about your mother? What about Souta and Jii-chan? What about your friends and collage, what about me! Why would you leave everything behind and live in the demonic communities?"

"I'd be worth it," Kagome said, her voice going soft as her eyes welled up with unwanted tears. "I love Inuyasha, Miroku. And I'd do anything if it meant I could be with him."

Miroku's face lost what little color it still had, and he seemed to deflate beneath the half demon still pinning him to the floor. "You…you love…but, you shouldn't…I mean… you're too young! You're not supposed to fall in love yet, Kagome!"

"But it's true," she said, her voice not going above a whisper, tears escaping her eyes as she looked at Miroku intently. "I love him, with all my heart." The room was quiet as the cousins stared at each other, and the only sound was the soft patter of rain hitting the window as the sky joined Kagome and shed tears of it's own.

Inuyasha couldn't take his eyes from his mate's face. He always thought she looked beautiful, and she always had on a brave face. She always seemed strong. But looking at her now, with tears falling like gentle raindrops as she knelt of the floor by his side, she had never looked so magnificently stunning and vulnerable. Inuyasha finally understood just how great her fear was that she would loose him, and something within him hardened.

He would never leave her behind. He wouldn't allow it. He'd always be there for her, body and soul, no matter what it cost him. He would keep her safe, even if it meant giving up everything.

"Inuyasha," Miroku finally said after what felt like an eternity. "Do you think you could get off me now?" he said, growling slightly and wriggling his wrists in the hanyou's iron grip.

Inuyasha caught Kagome's eye, waiting for confirmation, and got off the human man when she nodded her head a little, trying to hide the tears that still ran down her cheeks.

Inuyasha wanted to hold his mate, wipe her tears away for her. But he didn't think he should push his luck with her obviously protective cousin in the room. Miroku pushed himself up to a seated position across from his baby cousin and looked disbelieving into her eyes, like he was only seeing her for the first time.

"Kami…" he breathed softly. "When did you get all grown up? What happened to that little girl that used to cry when someone called her feet big?"

"I finally grew into my feet, I guess," Kagome said, choking on her laugh as she tried to wipe the rest of the tears from her eyes.

Miroku wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and she returned the hug, still sniffing a bit. Inuyasha shifted uncomfortably at the sight. He wanted to be the one giving his mate comfort, and his demon blood was feeling hot again at the sight of someone else so close to his mate. But he squashed down his feelings. 'They're family after all…'

"I still don't like this," Miroku said softly over Kagome's shoulder. "But I know that once you've set your mind to something, come hell or high water, you wont change your mind or give up."

"Hell yeah," Kagome's voice croaked as she leaned away from her cousin, giving him a weak smile.

Miroku turned to look at his coworker, his eyes holding a seriousness that Inuyasha had never known was even possible for the generally light natured man. "You will protect her, won't you? You won't let anything happen to her?"

"I'd die first," Inuyasha said, his golden eyes seeming to darken with determination.

Miroku looked at his friend, searching for any reasons to doubt that this half demon would live up to his promise. It seemed he didn't find any, because he turned back to Kagome a second later. "I want calls…not text messages, calls. Twice a day. If you miss one, I'm storming up to the borders myself and coming after you with guards from Jigoku, you understand?" he said fiercely.

"Okay, okay, geez, your starting to sound like Mama!" Kagome joked, but Miroku wasn't in the mood for kidding around.

"I'm being serious, Kagome," he said, his eyes pleading with her.

"I'll come back, Miroku, I promise," she whispered.

"It's not you coming back that I'm worried about," Miroku sighed darkly, getting to his feet. "It's you not coming back in once piece that I'm afraid of."

Inuyasha stood and held out a hand, helping his mate up off the floor. "I won't let anything to so much as touch her," he said, keeping his hold on her hand.

"No…I don't suppose you would, would you?" Miroku said somberly, his face betraying his fear and worry. "Just…just be careful…both of you," he said as he turned his back to the two people holding each other close. Miroku left the bedroom, closing the door carefully. He walked down the steps and said goodbye to his aunt, grandfather and cousin, saying that he had knocked over Kagome's desk by accident when they asked about the noise from earlier.

He took slow, deliberate steps down his family's shrine staircase, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, and willed himself not to turn around and look at Kagome's lighted window. His thoughts flashed back to the time when he had really gotten to know his cousin. Twelve years old, the pain of losing her beloved father still so fresh in her still rounded face. How she somehow managed to cheer him and bring him out of the depression he had sunk into after his father and uncle's death, even though her loss had been as great as his own. She had been so much younger then, and only now did he realize that he had always thought of her as that same little girl with shining tears in her large gray eyes. As he hit the bottom step, Miroku finally allowed himself to look back, but he was long past the point of being able to see anything but the sign at the top of the giant stone staircase. Kagome wasn't twelve anymore…she was almost grown. And Miroku wondered how the hell he had missed it.

As the week progressed, things went about much the same way they normally did. Kagome would force herself out of bed just in time to catch the bus to school so she wouldn't have to walk. She went to all her classes, ate with her friends at lunch, and texted Inuyasha whenever she could manage without her friends noticing.

Miroku taught his mythologies classes per usual, and spent any time he had trying desperately to help Inuyasha think of a way to keep Kagome from having to go to the demonic communities...without her knowledge, of course.

Inuyasha continued to teach, staying more or less on the actual curriculum and for the most part ignored stupid or offensive questions the students relentlessly asked him about the demonic communities and his own demonic heritage. It wasn't like the vultures needed to know his whole back story to pass the exam. To some of the students' surprise, there was never once a conflict between their teacher and Kagome, and there was no mention of a Friday detention for her, which they had all grown accustomed to. Things were calm, and the students it seemed were unaware of the anticipation building steadily around them.

Meanwhile, Kikyo was becoming frustrated. All week, she had been watching Takahashi's classes. She had made deliberate detours past the usually loud history classroom, searching for any sign that there might be something that indicated there was more than a teacher-student relationship between Mr. Takahashi and Ms. Higurashi. But there were no calls to stay a few extra minutes after class, no signs of a detention, nothing suspicious or unusual at all. And it bothered her.

She had been sure, so sure, that there was something there. But by the looks of things, she had been wrong…but…no. She was never wrong. Never. There was something missing, there had to be. Something was going on behind closed doors that she was just missing…and she would find out what it was.

The bell rang near the end of the day on Friday, and Kikyo was fighting her way through the throng of students.

Students rushed by, now running to get to their last class of the day before the weekend, and Kikyo was pushed roughly into the wall. "Really! I am a teacher!" she huffed indignantly as she straightened up, smoothing the wrinkles from her clothes and flattening her hair back into place before proceeding, this time with a bit more caution, to the history class at the end of the hallway.

The bell rang and doors closed on all sides of her as the last few straggling students rushed into the classrooms before they were counted late, and she now walked alone. The sound of her heels hitting the floor seemed magnified now that she wanted to be quiet, and she tried to step as softly as possible so she didn't draw any unwanted attention to herself.

She knew that Takahashi didn't have a class this period…it was the only free period they had at the same time. Something deep within her mind told her it would be pointless to try and find something out now, but she ignored it, listening instead to something more primal in her, telling her that it was better if he were alone.

Her heart gave a small involuntary lurch in her chest, and gave her head a hard shake, trying to get rid of the image of the hanyou with his shirt half opened out of her mind. It seemed to be popping up a lot lately…and she hated it.

She neared the door and slowed her steps, hardly breathing for fear of being heard, and froze completely when she heard voices inside the classroom.

" – hate this!" came an angry voice that definitely did not belong to the half demon history teacher.

"Trust me, I ain't feelin' any better about it than you are!" she heard Inuyasha say bitterly.

Kikyo pressed herself flat against the wall, head tilted towards the crack in the door, trying to listen better.

"Why in all the seven hells did you agree to this?" came the other voice she vaguely recognized as Mr. Houshi's, the mythologies teacher and the half demon's only known friend.

"I didn't!" Inuyasha snapped back. "That damn wench was arranging transportation before I could throw that little bugger Myoga out! And when I tried to tell her that we weren't going, she…she started crying and…I – "

"Folded like a house of cards!" Miroku's voice finished for him. "Such is the 'iron will' of a demon!" he snorted, and Kikyou heard something that sounded suspiciously like a book connecting with thick skull.

"I can't stand it when women cry! And it's worse when its her because she's my mate!" came Inuyasha's growl, and something inside Kikyo fractured.

Mate…

Of course she had heard the term before. How could she not, with her parents being who they were? For as long as the separate communities had existed, members of her family had been spiritualists. Those rare people blessed by the kami with the power to purify demons. Growing up, she had been told all the old stories about wars with demons where some prestigious member of her family had won, and kept the demons at bay. She had been taught everything known to human kind about demons. "Know the enemy," as her uncle would say. She had been brought up to despise demons, been taught how to use her own spiritual powers to kill them. She had been taught about their greatest weakness. Their mate.

She knew that every demon had a mate…one being to which they would willing give everything to protect. A demon's mate was everything to them. Their partner, their best friend…their lover…

Kikyo's hands curled into tight fists.

Of course Inuyasha had a mate…he was half demon. But a small part of had thought…hell had hoped, that he didn't have a…mate. He had as much human blood in him as demon blood after all.

Her stomach felt like it was dropping and her heart seemed the choke her, making it difficult to breath. She closed her eyes and felt burning tears behind her eyelids, and willed herself not to let them fall.

She shouldn't feel this way…he was hanyou. Half demon. Half enemy. Half everything she was supposed to hate. Just because there was some essence of human in him didn't mean he was anything more than those animals that lived behind the boarders. She had let her guard drop, she hadn't been cautious enough. She had been treating him like he was some sort of domesticated dog, but he wasn't. He was worse than a wild animal, unpredictable and dangerous. The purity of humanity tainted beyond salvation by the scum of the earth.

She felt the despair dripping steadily in her heart harden over, hatred quickly replacing it. Takahashi was hanyou. Spawn of evil and no better than dirt. She hated him…she hated him!

"But this doesn't make any sense!" Miroku's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You told me that Sesshomaru hated humans…almost as much as he hates you! Why would he want you go back to the demonic communities, and with a human no less!"

"Because he likes being a complete asshole!" came Inuyasha's voice accompanied with the sound of a chair being slid across the floor as he stood. "He's claiming it's 'court procedure'," he sighed. "Because I'm technically a part of the demonic court, I have to 'present' my mate to his high and effing mighty 'Lordship'."

"This all sounds so medieval," Miroku said, and Kikyo saw the shadow of his feet as he walked past the door.

"That's because it is!" Inuyasha scoffed. "When you step into the demonic communities, you might as well be stepping back five hundred years into the past. Everything there is based off blood status. The more powerful your ancestors were, the more respect and power you have."

"Considering who your father is, shouldn't you have a pretty high position in the court system?" asked Miroku.

"Hardly! My mother's human blood cancels out my father's demon blood in their eyes. Most demons hate hanyou worse than humans, so no one was too upset when I appealed to move into the human communities," Inuyasha said, bitterly cool. "I'll bet the only reason they're making me do this is because they can't believe a hanyou managed to have a mate at all. I've never heard of another half demon having a mate before me…then again all the other half demons I've ever heard about never managed to survive past the first few hundred years of their life."

"So demons…kill hanyou…even if they're just children?" Miroku asked softly, his voice disbelieving.

"A hanyou…is a hanyou. Age doesn't make any difference. Hell…they younger they are, the easier they are to kill. Though ever since the communities were formed, there hasn't been a new hanyou…and hanyou were pretty scarce before then anyway."

"That's…that's inhumane!" Miroku said, sounding disgusted.

"Well…they aren't human, are they?" Inuyasha said flatly.

It was silent after that, and Kikyo listened hard, but there was no sound coming from the room. She wondered if she should leave while she still could, but was stopped by Miroku, speaking so softly that she almost missed what he said.

"I need to know, Inuyasha…give it to me straight. How likely is it that she'll come home to me safe?" his voice sounded strained, worry laced within every syllable.

"How do you think I survived growing up in the demonic communities?" Inuyasha whispered. "I swear on my life Miroku…I won't let anything happen to her. Ever. I love her, she's my whole world. Besides, I've got the Tessaiga, remember? Nothing can beat me when I'm using it."

His voice sounded so determined, so devoted…so loving, and Kikyo didn't even notice the tear that escaped her eye as despair and hatred stabbed angrily at her heart. She turned and walked away, taking care not to make any noise.

Takahashi had a mate…a human mate. And he was taking her to the demonic communities…a human! What was more, she was quite possibly one of his students. Putting a minor at risk like that was…unacceptable. She had to put a stop to this, but she still didn't have any proof.

But they way they had been talking…Miroku Houshi…he obviously knew whoever the poor girl was. There was where she would find her connection.

Once she was far enough away, she quickened her pace. She had to tell Mr. Nether right away.

His palms were sweating, and he wiped them nervously of the front of his khaki pants, looking around anxiously at the crowds of people waiting in line at the airport. He didn't hear the woman working the metal detectors tell him to come forward until he felt Kagome's soft hand on his shoulder, and he gave a little start.

"I said step forward, sir," the woman said, obviously annoyed at him.

He hastily stepped through the metal archway, but backtracked immediately when the alarm went off.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly at the woman who was now positively glaring at him. "Forgot about this," he said, and he pulled a silver chain off his head, and dropped it into a bucket passing through the scanner.

Kagome tried to get a look at it, but it disappeared from sight before she could tell what the charm on it was. She passed through the scanner after Inuyasha, and helped him gather their bags and shoes now rolling out from the scanner.

Inuyasha reached into the bucket and grabbed the necklace he had taken off and quickly slipped it over his head before grabbing their bags and sliding on his shoes.

"What is that?" Kagome asked curiously. Thinking back, she knew she had seen it before, especially on days when Inuyasha seemed to be in a bad mood, but she had never actually figured out what the off-white charm on it was.

"This…it's kind of like a good luck charm I guess," he said thoughtfully. "It'll be helpful if we have any kind of trouble."

"Hey you, demon!" came a shout from about fifteen feet away, and Inuyasha's ears twitched and swiveled towards the two police officers running towards them. He sighed exasperatedly and reached into his bag, pulling out a small file.

"Put your hands up!" one shouted, pointing a gun in his face. "These bullets are laced with spiritual energy, so you can bet your filthy ass you'll be feeling it if you try anything funny!"

Inuyasha lifted his hands, looking like he was bored, with the manila file in his right grip.

"Hey what do you think you're doing!" Kagome said angrily. "He hasn't done anything wrong!"

"Gome…ix-nay on the elling-yay, they're just doing there jobs," Inuyasha said, calmly holding his file out towards the police officers while keeping his hands up. "Standard procedure, right?" he said raising his eyebrows at the police men. "I'm legal…paperwork's here and everything. I get your just doing your job. Although, I do resent the 'filthy ass' comment…I took a shower this morning and everything."

One officer reached up and snatched the file from him, and Inuyasha rolled his eyes at their hostile attitude.

After looking through the file for what seemed like an eternity, the first officer snapped the file shut, nudging his friend to make him lower his gun, saying "He's clear."

"Don't think this means your scot free, demon!" the second officer said, lowering his gun bitterly. "Just remember we've got our eyes on you! Now move along, please," he said, his voice anything but polite as he glared at Inuyasha like he was a disgusting cockroach that too high up on the wall to squash.

Kagome was bristling, and she was quite ready to give the officers a piece of her mind, but Inuyasha gave her a gentle nudge with his arm as he held out her backpack for her to take. She took it begrudgingly and started after him, away from the police officers that were watching the entire exchange.

The second officer quickly reached out, catching Kagome by the and turning her around to face him, missing the way the half demon's head snapped to him, his ears lowering and his mouth twitching as he fought a small snarl.

"Listen…if he starts giving you any trouble…any at all, just scream or something, okay? We can help you if you need it…his kind can't be trusted," he said in a low voice, obviously trying not to be heard by the demon who stood with his eyes locked on the hand that was still holding back Kagome.

"Trouble?" Kagome said, her voice sounding sickly sweet. "The only trouble I've had today was from two police officers who lack common courtesy and any knowledge of mannerisms at all!" she snapped, and the police officer's eyes went wide. "Have you no shame at all? Publicly embarrassing two law-abiding individuals for nothing other than the heritage of one? And another thing, why should you be concerned with how filthy his ass is? You should be more concerned with your filthy mouth first! Cursing in a public place surrounded by families and people who just don't want to hear it! I though the law enforcement was supposed to encourage the good behavior, not participate in the bad! I have half a mind to report you to your superior, but thanks to you we are already late for our flight, so I'd appreciate it if you released my arm and let us go on our way!" she finished, the air around her seeming to crackle with the force of her anger.

The police man gapped at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land. He looked down, noticing he still had the girl in his grasp, and wrenched his hand away, as if he had been burned.

"Come on Inuyasha, we're going to miss our flight," she huffed, hitching her backpack up higher on her shoulders, and walked away briskly, leaving a few staring bystanders and two floored police officers behind in her raging wake.

Inuyasha hurried after her, and fell into step a few paces behind her, trying to conceal his laughter. But as soon as they were out of earshot of the officers behind them, he couldn't control himself any longer, and fell against the wall, holding his stomach with laughter as the bags he was holding fell to the floor.

"And just what are you laughing at?" Kagome said, wheeling around and glaring at him with all her fury.

"I-I'm s-sorry," he gasped, trying to force air back into his lungs through the laughter that didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. "But kami, Kagome, I love you so much!"

"I don't see what's so funny about that…" she said heatedly, but her face betrayed her with the stain of a blush on her cheeks.

Inuyasha straightened up and pulled her too him, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close. "You've got such a big heart, Kagome," he whispered, his ear pressed close to the pulse in her neck, listening intently to the steady, reassuring beat of her heart. He pressed his lips to it, and heard her intake of breath as he allowed his extended canines to gently graze the sensitive skin.

"If your not careful…we'll get busted for public display of affection. I'm pretty sure those cops aren't too happy with us as it is…" she said softly, trying to summon the will to make him stop. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't seem to gather the strength.

"Attention passengers, flight twenty nine B to Saporro is now boarding. I repeat, flight twenty nine B to Saporro is now boarding," came a woman's voice over the speaker system.

That snapped Kagome back to reality.

"Inuyasha, that's us!" she cried, jerking back from his hold and looking up at him with wide eyes. "And we're no where near our gate!"

Inuyasha swore loudly. "Get on my back," he demanded, getting down on one knee with his back turned towards her.

"What?" she said, looking at him like he had lost his mind.

Sighing impatiently, Inuyasha grabbed her arms and pulled them over his shoulder. He hooked his arms under her legs, and Kagome gasped and wrapped her arms more securely around Inuyasha's shoulders at the sudden loss of ground beneath her feet as Inuyasha stood, carrying their bags with them.

"Hold on tight, and keep your mouth shut, you might catch flies," was the only warning Kagome got before Inuyasha took off. And I mean took off.

Kagome screamed, cowering on Inuyasha's back as she buried her head at the base of his neck. Long silver hair whipped around her face, making it hard to see, and through the few gaps she could see through revealed only blurs of color and light as Inuyasha ran through the hallways of the airport. She stuck her head up, looking over his shoulder as he ran, and saw something that made her heart drop. There was a low wall, separating the floor they were on to the one beneath, and there was only a single escalator going down it, and it was crowded with people.

"Inuyasha look out!" she cried in a desperate attempt to get him to slow down before they collided with the mass of people, but she realized with a pang of fear that it was entirely too late.

She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the crash, but it never came. Instead, she suddenly felt weightless, and she opened her eyes to see that Inuyasha was catapulting himself over the wall. She screamed again, unable to take here eyes off the massive drop that spanned over a good twenty feet before there was solid ground.

The hard floor was rising quickly to meet them, and Kagome prepared herself for the jarring impact that wasn't far off. And then, Inuyasha amazed her. He landed, light as a feather, using only one foot, and propelled them forward instantly, as if they hadn't just dropped almost three stories.

Kagome whipped her head behind her, looking at back at the stunned people who had witness the impressive acrobatics as they shrunk away to nothing more than little dots in the distance, and Kagome let out a laugh. She turned her head back to the front, her mouth turning up in an uncontrollable smile. The air rushing past them stung her eyes and made them water, but she couldn't bring herself to blink, just in case she missed even a second of this. It was exhilarating!

Squinting slightly, she tried to make out the signs flying by. "There!" she shouted, trying to make herself heard over the roaring wind in her ears. Inuyasha dug his heals into the carpet, skidding to a halt in front of their gate, twenty nine B.

The woman checking tickets stared wide eyed at the pair that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Inuyasha calmly reached into his pockets, pulling out two tickets, and handed them to the woman, still holding a windswept Kagome on his back.

"Inuyasha…" Kagome breathed, her eyes dazed as she clung to Inuyasha's back. "That was…"

"Sorry, Gome, but it was the only way I could think of to get here fast," Inuyasha said sheepishly, looking up into her slightly unfocussed eyes.

"Amazing!" she gushed her face lighting up. "We were practically flying! Damn! We must have been going at least ninety miles an hour! Hell, your not even out of breath!"

"Your hair is a little out of place," Inuyasha laughed, smiling at her excitement as he carried her down the hallway that connected the building to the airplane.

"And did you see those people's faces! They didn't know what was going on!" she continued, seeming not to hear Inuyasha and ignoring her frazzled hair. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder, burying her head in the crook of his neck. "We should do that again sometime," she said, giggling.

"I'll keep that in mind…crazy wench," he murmured affectionately as they entered the plane.

It was relatively empty, and only a few seats were taken. As they reached their isle, Kagome finally slide down off Inuyasha's back onto the seat and Inuyasha placed their bags in the overhead compartment. He slid in next to her, and was thankful to see that the seats on either sides of them hadn't been filled.

He reached out his hand and pulled Kagome closer to him, and she leaned over on his shoulder without protest. "So what other freaky super powers do you have?" she asked, making him smirk.

"I'll show you some other time," he said, putting his arm around her to keep her glued to his side. "For now, you should just get some sleep."

"Sleep? But I'm not even – " her sentence was cut off by a tremendous yawn that made Inuyasha raise his eyebrows slightly at her. "Well damn…" she said, her weariness evident in her voice.

"Sleep, mate," Inuyasha commanded gently, pressing his lips to her forehead.

She curled up closer to him, closing her eyes and hiding her stormy gaze from his view. They sat in silence as the captain came on over the speakers, giving standard flight instructions. Soon the plane began to move, and before long, they felt the sensation of being pressed into their seats as the plane took off, leaving the earth miles beneath it.

"This is really it, huh?" came Kagome's soft voice, though her eyes never opened. "We're really going into the demonic communities, aren't we?"

"Yeah…" Inuyasha whispered, the dread in his gut intensifying at the reminder.

Kagome gave a small sigh, and Inuyasha could tell by her deep even breaths that she had finally fallen asleep. As time passed, Kagome's head eventually shifted to his lap, and her feet stretched out on the empty seats beside them. Inuyasha ran his claws gently through her hair, comparing the raven silk to the rough, bronzed tone of his skin. He brought his free hand up to the chain around his neck and he fingered the charm on the end of it. His father's fang. It was his only defense against Sesshomaru and the other demons of the demonic court. It was the only thing that could keep his mate safe.

'Alright, old man,' Inuyasha thought, thinking of his father. 'You better not let me down,' he thought as he released the canine tooth, his father's coveted Tessaiga. He closed his eyes as his hand slipped to his side, and he fell into the last deep sleep he knew he'd be getting for the rest of the weekend.

Red eyes narrowed with anger as they watched the half demon enter the plane with the girl he wanted so badly clinging to his back. This wasn't how things were supposed to turn out.

The hanyou wasn't supposed to take the girl with him…he was supposed to leave her in the human communities, all alone as he went into the demonic communities by himself. Or better yet, he was supposed to refuse the visit all together and be dragged back into the demonic communities by that cold bastard Sesshomaru, leaving the girl completely defenseless. But never in a thousand years had he thought that the idiot demon would take the girl into the demonic communities!

He scowled darkly as the plane moved from the gate and his view of it through the window of the airport was obstructed. Things had not gone as planned…they had slipped from his control. But he would gain control again…for that, he was certain.

His lip curled in a malicious smirk. Things could still work to his advantage. Already the wheels in his mind were turning, and soon he knew exactly what he had to do.

He would get what he wanted…he would have the girl. Because when he wanted something, nothing could stand in his way.

Whoooooo…..kay. Long chapter. Sorry it's been a while…

Is it just me or are the chapters getting progressively longer? Oh well! Next chapter will be fun, for sure!

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