Hey guys! I know, I know. What am I doing creating a new story when Little Moments sits unfinished? Well, short answer is I haven't been able to get this out of my head so I had to write it down. This story is inspired by the song "Come Over" by Kenny Chesney. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Character belong to Rumiko Takahashi and the song "Come Over" belongs to Kenny Chesney. Plot bunnies all belong to me.
Warning: Adult language
Inuyasha rolled over onto his back, unable to stop himself from reaching for the warmth that he knew wouldn't be there. His fist clenched in the cool sheets, desperately needing something to hold onto. Even her scent had begun to fade. The silence hung like a suffocating shroud. With a strangled gasp he fumbled for the remote to turn on the television, anything to make a sound and chase away the quiet. Falling back onto the bed, his eyes drifted to the blades of his fan as they spun around. He couldn't find it in himself to do anything more.
She had been gone a week this time and it would serve him right if she never spoke to him again. He couldn't even remember what set them off this time, but he knew he had been a bastard. He always was.
Their relationship was somewhat...explosive. They loved hard and fought even harder. He'd be an asshole, she'd be a bitch, they'd fight and break up, get back together and start it all over again. Usually she'd be gone a day or two before calling or showing up at his house with a heated embrace. They'd lose themselves in the feel of each other and make promises to never fight again.
Except this time was different. This time he told her to stay gone, didn't give her a reason to ever look back. He'd shouted such hateful things at her. He could see in her eyes how his damaging words pulled her apart.
Fine then, get the fuck outta here! As if I really give a shit. Don't let the door hit ya in the ass on your way out. And don't expect me to come running after you! More trouble than your worth stupid bitch!
He sat up as his words replayed in his mind, resting his head in his palms. He could be such an idiot sometimes. Of course he cared. The wench was crazy as hell and she drove him absolutely insane, but she was his. He had just been so angry and wasn't thinking when everything came tumbling out. It was one of his worst habits. There would never be anyone else for him. He had always been a stubborn man and his heart was no different. Who else would put up with him anyways?
When she left, everything that had any meaning in his life went with her. All she had left behind were some of her belongings, proof that she had actually existed and wasn't some perfect dream that he had conjured; the ratty t-shirt of his that she liked to wear that made her look so small, a ribbon that just barely held the fragrance of her hair, and so many pictures of happier times past. They were his downfall and saving grace; keeping him sane yet reminding him of what he had so stupidly thrown away.
Inuyasha growled, disgusted with himself, as he jumped out of bed to start pacing the floor. He hadn't left the house in days, not since she'd left, despite the best efforts of his friends. They told him she was out of his league anyways, that all he needed was a good fuck and he'd forget all about her. Honestly, what the hell did they know? As if she could be replaced so easily. If that was the case, why did he feel so empty, like he had lost a piece of himself? How was it that this woman had become so ingrained in his being?
Her friends were worse. Most of them hated him from the start, saying he was too rude, aggressive and violent; that she could do better. All that was true and she could, but did they really have to tell her that? She'd known who he was from the beginning and loved him despite all his flaws. Gods knew there were many. She put up with all his crap with a smile. She was the only one that could read through all the bullshit and see what he was really trying to say.
They were probably thrilled that she finally had the strength to leave his sorry ass behind. Telling her this was for the best, that it never would have worked out long term. Forget the stupid dog. Most likely they were pushing her towards some prick. Someone gentle and soft and the complete opposite of him. Someone else that would get to make her smile and hold her close...
His eyes bled red.
He noticed the pain in his hand before he noticed the fist sized hole now adorning his wall. He cursed, cradling the bruised and torn appendage to his chest. He couldn't go on like this, he was barely holding it together as it was. What was he doing moping around like some pup? The pain chased away the fog and he began to think clearly for the first time since before she left. It was time to man up and take back what was his.
He marched over to the phone before he lost his nerve and dialed. As it rang he paced. What if she didn't answer, or worse, what if she did? What could he possibly say?
A few seconds later her answering machine picked up, her voice cheerful and prerecorded, a message he had heard a thousand times. He was so caught up in the sound of her voice, a man starved, that he missed the beep signaling him to speak. Silence buzzed in his ear.
Embarrassed, he took a deep breath and began."Uh, hey Kagome. I know I said I wasn't going to call, but I said a lot of things I didn't mean that night. You know how I get when I'm like that. My brain shuts off and bullshit just comes out. I... shit. You know what you mean to me and I'd never let you go without a fight. It's taken this week away to show me how much I need you. I'm lost when you're not here...and I don't think I can take our bed getting any colder. Can you just come over? You don't have to forgive me, you don't even have to say you'll stay, I just need to see you." He paused, taking a shaky breath. "I miss you and I...I'm sorry," he finished gruffly.
The phone slipped from his fingers, bouncing slightly on the mattress. He wasn't any good with words, but he hoped she'd at least listen to the message and know he was sincere. Now all he could do was wait.
A/N: Alright, first chapter down. This story is going to be fairly short. I am only planning on three chapters but we will see how it goes. What do you think? Should I continue? I would love to hear some feedback. Next time we check in with Kagome and see how she has been coping. Til next time my dears ^_^