1Lips Of An Angel

(A/N) Okay, so I'm feeling VERY into my music right now. Can you blame a girl when the hard core rock that ZROCK plays is so freaking bomb it's insane?

Disclaimer: The song Lips Of An Angel belongs to Hinder (gods I love that band!) And all Inuyasha characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I do, however own this story. Standard threat applies.

Inuyasha sighed distractedly as he pulled off his shirt and got ready for bed. Kikyo was in her own bedroom across the hall, in what used to be the guest bedroom before their latest rumble of whits. Damn, he couldn't wait for this divorce to end so he could be with the one he really loved.

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Kikyo wasn't stupid. She knew he was cheating on her. She was hurt too. She remembered when she had found out, two and a half weeks ago while he was on the phone with her. The other woman.

Inuyasha had told her stories about the ex he was on-again off-again dating back in college, how he had planned to marry her until his father hung the entire Takashi industries over his head and made him move to Kyoto, where he met Kikyo. Long distance relationships were never a thing of his, he had told her, and Kagome didn't disagree. They had broken up.

So imagine her surprise when she walked into their shared bedroom expecting to find her loving, devoted husband of a year and a half, and instead found some man with long silver hair, dog ears, and a picture of a girl that looked suspiciously, but wasn't, his wife. Or, imagine how surprising it was when she heard the little phone conversation he was having with the other woman.

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Kikyo turned the corner of their small, freshly bought one story apartment and took a step into the bedroom she shared with her love, already talking away, "Hey Inu"–

"Honey why you calling me so late?" Her husband said into the phone he was cradling like a life line between his shoulder and ear. He turned and made an almost nervous glance over his shoulder, and Kikyo ducked behind the wall just in time. " It's kinda hard to talk right now."

'What on earth?' Kikyo thought, denying what was happening right before her very ears.

"Honey why you crying, is everything okay?" He paused for a moment, listening to what the whore on the other end of the line was saying. "Gotta whisper 'cause I can't be to loud."

"Well, my girls in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you." Kikyo's heart broke in her chest as she heard him chuckle slightly, quietly, sneakily, "Well I guess we never really moved on. It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name it sounds so sweet."

Kikyo's hands clenched and she felt herself falling to floor beside the wall.

" Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words, it makes me weak." Her husband, her dirty rotten, two timing husband paused to listen to the sweet words his mistress was telling him. " And I never want to say goodbye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel."

That hurt, confirmed Kikyo's worst fears. He was cheating. Pulling her knees to her chest, Kikyo wept silently and listened in on her husbands whispered conversation.

" It's funny that your calling me tonight, and yes I've dreamt of you too."

Kikyo growled, remembering Inuyasha waking up from his little nap on the couch a little wet this afternoon. He had said he spilt his beer on himself. The liar.

" If Kikyo knew your talking to me we'll start a fight." Inuyasha paused, " No, I don't think she has a clue."

But of course she did. Now, anyways.

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Inuyasha remembered the night too. Kagome had called him, crying her eyes out because she loved him and wanted him to know before something happened.

Inuyasha had questioned if she was in any danger, and she had said no, that she just had a feeling something was going to happen, and she needed to get everything out in the open between them now, before it was to late.

He'd had no idea at the time that his wife was just outside the door listening to his conversation.

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" Well, my girls in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on." Inuyasha paused to listen to the love of his life's sad chuckle as she agreed. " It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name it sounds so sweet."

Inuyasha smiled when he heard her giggle. Damn, he loved her laugh. " Coming from the lips of an angel, saying those words, it makes me weak. And I never want to say good bye." He heard her sigh wistfully as she told him how much she wished they'd never have to. How much she wished it was she, he married instead of Kikyo, and he she married instead of Kouga. " But girl you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel."

She asked him sarcastically if he thought it was any easier for her and he smirked, knowing the answer would be yes. There was no way she wanted him as much as he wanted her. And he told her so to, " It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name it sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words it makes me weak. And I never want to say good bye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel."

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Kikyo had sat there the entire conversation, only running to the guest bedroom and slamming the door when the phone call had ended. She had laid there, curled up in bed for hours, his words playing over in her head.

" Never want to say good bye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel."

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Kagome had called that night, wanting, no needing her hanue. She just couldn't deal with Kouga for another minute. They had gotten in a fight, and he had nearly hit her before storming out of the place.

Kagome was scared, so she took comfort in the fact that Inuyasha would always be there for her, husband or no husband, wife or no wife.

" Honey why you calling me so late?"

She didn't want to worry him with the real reason, so instead she just told him she had a feeling something was about to happen, and that she needed to hear his voice one last time before it did.

He had calmed her down enough so that when she hung up the phone, and Kouga stormed back in, something black and metallic glistening in his hand as he pointed it at his wife, she wasn't afraid.

She knew she could die... contented in the fact that her hanue would always think of her with the lips of an angel.