The old, jungle green Toyota gave a slight screech as he pulled into the driveway of their small home. He shifted into park and wearily moved a dirty boot off the brake.
He blinked slowly a few times at the light that reflected on the garage door. Even his eye lids drooped with exhaustion from the day's work.
Aug 08, 2008 How does Inuyasha (manga) end? Can anyone tell me how inuyasha ends? I followed the show forever and i would read the manga but i dont know where it left off from the manga and im kinda too lazy cuz i know its super long. I hope that stupid kinky-hoe died somewhere along the lines. I would really be thankful to you:).
His day had been filled with unwanted emergencies and near-death experiences… angry bosses and crying children… yelling, screaming, laughing… all too much. Way, way too much for just one day, night and early morning.
'I could really use a nice hot meal about now…' he thought with earnest, his stomach rumbling on queue.
He turned off the truck, unbuckled his seat belt and headed for the house. The lights were off, so he knew his mate had to be sleeping. He unlocked the door and strolled inside, heading straight for the kitchen.
Kagome heard him the moment the door opened. She couldn't sleep… her accidental nap from earlier that afternoon prevented any such feat. So, she decided it would be humorous to see Inuyasha's reaction when he realized there was no dinner in the refrigerator, waiting for him like usual.
He had once again forgotten to take out the trash. This was his punishment.
She curled up in the bed with the pillow in her lap and leaned comfortably against the wooden frame. She was nervous, but found herself feeling a bit of eagerness for the very vocal altercation they were about to have.
'If this is what it takes to get his attention… 'She thought. 'So be it!'
So, when she heard him coming up the stairs before she heard the token yelling tantrum he had when he didn't get his way, she couldn't help but feel just a little scared.
'That… bitch…'
He could not believe the note he found on the shelf of the refrigerator where his mediocre, home-cooked meal should have been.
If you can't remember to think of others and do the ONE thing I asked you for the morning, then I don't know if I can think of you. I hope you enjoy your ramen.
That was it. That was the final straw. And, he was pissed.
He wanted to hit something at that point. He wanted to howl and curse and wake up everyone within a 100 mile radius. But he knew better. That's exactly what she wanted.
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He slowly ascended the stairs, knowing that she had to be awake. He could practically smell her fear from the hall before he approached the door.
'That's right… be scared.'
He opened the door slowly to see her sitting directly in the middle of the bed, looking at him with an unreadable expression. She had mastered the skill of masking her fear in the feudal era, though he wasn't sure why she tried to use it on him. He was her mate. He always knew.
He studied her for a long moment. Her rumpled night shirt. Her jet black hair all set in rollers with stray pieces escaping in all directions. Her pouty lips with a tiny, almost inconspicuous scowl to them. Her long, creamy legs folded in an Indian style in front of her. His mate. His wife. His love. His problem.
'This is what I'm stuck with for the rest of my life. A crazy human child who can't seem to understand a fraction of what I have to deal with everyday… or the importance of a home-cooked meal… or the fact that those ugly rollers make her look more unattractive than I have ever seen her… I'm stuck… forever…'
Inuyasha just shook his head and strolled over to his side of the bed. He picked up his pillow, yanked the sheet from under the blanket, and promptly left her to her devices.
Kagome couldn't believe what had just happened. Was that… Inuyasha? Her husband? Surely that had to be some imposter, because the Inuyasha she knew would have yelled or fussed or at least spoke to her. He just… left.
She didn't understand. Wasn't he upset? Well, of course he was; he hardly ever slept away from her. He said it calmed his beast to be near her, whether he was angry at her or not. So… why…?
Kagome could feel her resolve returning. No, that hanyou was going to talk to her whether he liked it or not.
She leapt from the bed and scurried into the hall. 'Inuyasha?'
She spotted him just in time to see his back turning into the living room of their cozy residence. She went down the stairs after him, her bare feet patting on the hardwood floor.
'Inuyasha?!' she protested, rounding the corner and stomping to his direction on the couch. 'Don't ignore me!'
She watched as he put the pillow and sheet on the couch and climbed on, turning his back to her without a word.
'Inu… Inuyasha… Just talk to me you stubborn jerk!' She exclaimed with her hands on her hips.
He continued to ignore her, but she could feel her hackles rising and she knew she was getting somewhere.
She plopped down on the loveseat and faced him. 'You know if you'd just talk to me we can put this while thing-'
'What, what, what?!' Inuyasha suddenly roared as he whirled around to face her. 'Damn it, Kagome, what the fuck do you want?!'
Kagome almost fell out of her chair in shock. Where had that come from? 'I… I, uh… you-'
'I, I, I what, Kagome?!' He interrupted and mocked her. 'Oh? You don't know what to say? Is that what it takes? Well maybe I should yell more often if it gets you to shut the fuck up!'
That snapped Kagome out of whatever spell she had been under. She was outraged. 'Now, wait just a minute! I-'
'No, Kagome. I will not 'wait just a minute.' I will not listen to you bitch tonight. Frankly I don't want to hear it. No, you will listen to me.'
'What makes you think I'll just let you yell at me without defending myself?!' Kagome countered. She could hardly believe he had the balls to…
'You wanted to hear me talk, right?' he said, sitting up in the chair and turning to face her, deep scowl threatening to tear into his face. 'Then, you better shut up and listen, because I'm only going to say this once. Are you going to listen or not?'
Kagome's mouth hung open in shock. Never had he spoken to her like this. Never. But, she felt like if she stopped him now, she'd never figure out why. She closed her mouth and simply glared at him, waiting for him to continue with silent approval.
'I work two jobs to keep up with all the bills we have to pay and to keep you happy and safe. You think that's easy? You think all I do is go to bars all day and laugh it up with my co-workers? All sunshine and fucking rainbows?! You don't know half the shit I went through today!
'And you know what? When I got home I was looking forward to sitting down to a hot meal and then coming up the stairs to talk to my wife, maybe even have some fun with her, if she was awake. But, when I saw that damn card in the fridge… for the first time in my life I found myself so angry for a moment… I regretted mating you.'
Kagome gasped, horrified. Surely… he didn't mean that.
'Yeah, I know, right?' he remarked in obvious sarcasm. 'I immediately thought, huh? Why would I ever think that about the woman I loved? Sure she can be childish and petty and selfish and she doesn't even consider herself the reason why we haven't had sex in over three weeks and she spends money like it grows from my ass… but so what?
'Needless to say, that thought alone made me so mad and I wanted to yell at you and dominate your ass until the world came to an end, but you know what?' he said, pointing an accusing finger in her direction and glared at her as he rambled on. 'I knew that was your plan, you conniving bitch. I knew that's exactly what you wanted from me, the predictable, angry hanyou. But, I ain't giving you that. I ain't giving you shit, 'cause I'm not putting up with it anymore.'
She sat there, flabbergasted. It was too much for her to handle. That's what he thought of her? Even though part of that plan was true… she just wanted his attention again. Lately, that had been the only way they had sex; when they were angry at each other. She figured that he'd show her who was alpha and then make her make him something to eat, like before. It never occurred to her that she was… hurting him.
What did he mean he wasn't putting up with it anymore?
'What… what are you saying?' Kagome forced out, tears reaching her eyes.
Inuyasha ran a wearied hand through his bangs and sighed. 'I don't know, Kagome. I really don't know. I just know that something's got to give and it's not me. I've been working my butt off… if things don't change around here then… I don't know…'
'You… aren't leaving… are you?' Kagome started panicking. She gripped the ends of her nightshirt. 'You can't. We're ma-'
'We're mates, I know, damn it!' her husband growled out. 'Don't you think I know that I'm stuck with having to deal with you?!'
Kagome flinched and whimpered unintentionally, fisting her hands further into her shirt. He visibly calmed down a bit, but it seemed to be only because he was tired. He bowed his head in exhaustion.
'Look, Kagome… let's just for this one night… just be alone, okay? I just want to get some sleep. I don't want to deal with this right now, and I certainly don't want to hear whatever it is you feel like you need to say. We both know that if I don't stop you now you'll go on for ages and I'll never get any sleep. For once, stop thinking about yourself and just go upstairs.'
Kagome was crying now, but not sobbing. She let the tears fall from her eyes, but she didn't utter a sound. No, that would only make things worse. Trembling, she wordlessly gazed at the top of his head.
'What?!' the angry demon exclaimed, lifting his head back toward her again. 'You want me to hold you or something? Tell you everything is going to be alright? News flash, Kagome: I don't even want to look at you right now.'
She felt like someone had stabbed her in the chest, as if he had physically grabbed a knife from their tiny kitchen and buried it in her heart. It hurt so badly. And as much as she wanted to talk to him, yell at him, touch him, hold him… she knew it was futile. She would only push him further away.
Maybe tomorrow…
As she slowly got up and left the room, she could practically feel his flashing red eyes follow her up the steps.
So, I had this idea for a story when I was doing my last experiment, That Girl. I ran it by a few people and they seemed to enjoy it so I thought, what the hay? Why not publish it? I hope you enjoyed it; if you did kindly leave a message after the beep.