How Long? by Hawk

How Long!?

Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Inuyasha. At. All.   I’m a sad excuse for a man. Wait…what I SHOULD say is I don’t own Kagome! Yes, she is the main character….>.>

~AN: This is a sad story, hardly any romance. The bottom of it has an offer to continue this story, adding romance into the continued version. I wont tell you the ending, but it’s sad. Hopefully, I will find a beta somewhere that wouldn’t mind doing this. My girl friend offered, but….she isn’t very experienced with betaing yet…. >.> so, I am looking for a beta!

And the rating is just to be on the safe side. Not really much of anything….~

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Since before we got married.”

Kagome felt tears stream down her face as their conversation flashed in her mind again. He had said it so easily, as if what she felt didn’t even matter.

“Did you love me at all?”

“Of course.”

“Then why have you cheated on me for five years!?”

“You didn’t notice before we got married, you didn’t even notice until you walked in on us.”

“I did too you jerk! I told Sango about my suspicions. I told her about how you had been leaving at night, how I wake up without you, how I call your office and I’m told you aren’t there. How I see the bills with tones of jewelry, and money with drawls, and not seeing any of it myself! How there are voicemails from stranger girls on the phone, how you act distant around me, how we hardly make love!”

“Then why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“Because!... Like a fool I believed that you would stop on your own! But this! This is the last straw!”

Kagome let out an anguished cry, remembering the sight she had seen that night.

She had come home, happy from getting a promotion at work, only to notice an odd sight in her apartment with her husband. The bedroom door was shut. And the tv was off, but there were noises somewhere in the house. His car was in the garage… maybe he wasn’t in the apartment yet…. Kagome still felt uneasy, so she called Sango real quick. “Yeah? What’s up girlie?”

“I think there’s something wrong, Sango. Can you stay on the line with me?”

“Sure, no problem Kags.”

Kagome remembered how she had crept silently on her two and a half inch black heels to their shared bedroom. The noises were getting louder and Kagome was sure now, more than ever, that what she thought was happening was true.

The door squeaked slightly as she opened it, but who ever was making noise didn’t seem to notice it. She leaned over to her right and flicked on the light, and her breath left her as if she had just been punched.

There, on their bed was her husband and his ex girl-friend. They stopped and turned to stare at her, surprise on both of their faces. “Sango, are you still there?”

Kagome was not blinking as she watched her husband slip himself out of his ex girl-friend. “Yeah? I’m still here. Are you okay?”

“I….I’m fine. I’m coming over tonight. You and Miroku don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not, Kags. You know you’re always welcome here!” Kagome smiled, even as tears started leaking on her face.

“Kagome-“  he stopped speaking as  Kagome held up a hand.

“How long?” Kagome murmered her head down, her bangs covering her blue eyes.

“How long what?”  his voice was confused. There were so many things she could be asking about…

“How long have you been doing this?” Kagome jestered to the girl lying on the bed, not even bothering to cover her fake body. Kagome knew most of it was altered in some way

“Since before we got married.” He didn’t even look away, or bate an eye when he responded. In fact, he sounded….uncaring.

Tears fell from her hidden eyes and landed on the floor. “Kagome? Kagome, are you still there!?”

“Yeah, I’m still here. I'll be there soon...”

“Kagome, wait-“ The girl had decided to move.

“I have a few more questions for my husband… So, if you please….Shut up.” Kagome snapped, not evening moving the phone away from her face.

“Did you love me at all?” Kagome asked her husband, not even looking up at him.

“Of course.” He responded automatically, not even caring what it meant.

“Then why have you cheated on me for five years!?” Kagome yelled, jerking her head up and glaring at him with all of her worth.

“You didn’t notice before we got married, you didn’t even notice until you walked in on us.” He responded, shrugging as if it didn’t matter.

“I did too you jerk! I told Sango about my suspicions. I told her about how you had been leaving at night, how I wake up without you, how I call your office and I’m told you aren’t there.” She wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “How I see the bills with tones of jewelry, and money with-draws, and not seeing any of it myself! How there are voicemails from strange girls on the phone, how you act distant around me, how we hardly make love!” Kagome was jestering wildly now, pointing to the silent shocked girl sitting on the bed, to her neck where an obviously

“Then why didn’t you say anything to me?” He was obviously shocked she had known. ‘Perhaps I got sloppy a bit in the end…’

“Because!...” Kagome yelled, shaking her head in denial and disbelief at herself. “Like a fool I believed that you would stop on your own! But this! This is the last straw!”

She remembered every bit of it, every single scene. She had left, her husband hadn’t followed after her. She later heard him bragging over how he got the best lay that very night, when he was drunk with Miroku not even a week later. He never called to straighten things out, never tried to apologize. Nothing, not even a note.

And it broke her heart, even more than leaving that apartment already had. She had cried for weeks on end, until finally Sango had talked her into a divorce. It made her heart cold remembering how he had agreed to anything she wanted, how he didn’t even care. She could of asked for everything he had, except for his car. He loved his stupid car. She could have taken all his money, his apartment, his dog, everything. But, she only wanted tog et away from him. It was Sango that said she should take a third of his money. Said it was only fair. And she had. She’d taken it and put it in the bank.

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Now, one month later, she was thinking of killing herself. She couldn’t get him out of her mind, just couldn’t! Images of him, how he acted, the differences, how he was hardly there. And, most prominent, was their wedding night. He hadn’t even put much effort in it, she realized. As she looked back on it, he looked like he was doing something he was forced to do. Not something he wanted to do.

‘So’, she  decided, ‘I will kill myself in one week.’

And, in one week, just as she had promised, she did so. She ran her car into a tree, setting herself on fire inside of the car. The engine was shifted out of the cradle, the steering wheel was at her kneck, cutting off her circulation, and she had poured gasoline all over herself so she would burn faster. Just as she died she had one last thing to say. “Be happy with your whore, Sesshoumaru.” After those words she died. The ambulance came, along with the fire trucks. The put out the fires and pulled out her burtn and ruined body. They called Sango and Miroku to identify the body, when Sango saw it she cried and ran from the room. Miroku stayed and affirmed it was Kagome. Her skin was blacked, her hair gone. The only defining thing was the indent of her necklace, one of crescent design. The knecklace itself was black and level with her skin, but he could still see it.

Her ex-husband, Sesshoumaru, didn’t even show to her funeral, at least, not to anyone’s knowledge, but Miroku knew better. He knew that Sesshoumaru was standing at the tree line, waiting for everyone to leave, before he would pray at her tombstone.  

“Come, Sango. Lets go. Its getting late.”

After they left the tall man with silver hair that had been waiting approached the grave. He knelt and touched the cold cement. “Kagome….” His voice cracked. “I-….I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t mean much now, but….I truly am. When I was dating you we were happy. But, when she came back, I lost myself in her. I never really saw you for you, just a kikyo replacement until she was available. When I asked you to marry me, that was out of obligation. My father said it was either marry you, or no company. You know I had wanted the company for a long time….”

Sighing he pushed his long hair back. “But  that’s no excuse. There really is no excuse. After we divorced I was….not content. I would think of you at work, making it impossible tog et any work done. Then, when having sex with Kikyo, you’d pop in my head and the guilt would make it impossible to do….” He sighed and shook his head.

“I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to hear about that…But it’s true. I missed you ever since we got a divorce. How you’d make me breakfast, bring me lunch, and then dinner. How you would rub my back if it was sore, how you would do my laundry, and put it away. Write down any calls I had while I was…’away’. Go through the mail and throw away the advertisements or take them out so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. Take the car to the gas station or repair shop and get it filled or fixed. Pay the house bills and clean the house.” Sesshoumaru sank to the ground, his heart full of guilt.

“You did all of those things and I didn’t give you one thank you, not one. I miss those little things the most, Kagome. And you laugh and smile at stupid jokes I’d say.”

Tears leaked down his face, and he brushed them aside with his designer jacket, not caring if he just ruined a original one of a kind. “I’m going to join you soon. Well-” he chuckled at himself, “I’m probably not. You were such an angel, you’re probably up there, in the clouds. I’ve done nothing but hurt you, so I’m probably going in the opposite direction, huh?”

He stood and walked away without another word, tears stiff falling from his golden eyes without his notice or care.

Not even two days later he was found in his bathroom, his throat cut and a note beside him saying, “I’m Sorry, Kagome. I hope you will forgive me when, and if, we meet again.”

~AN: Well. My first story on here. What do you dudetts, and possibly even some other dudes, think about it? The @s signals are the breaking point. If people want, I will continue it past a oneshot and into a short story. That would be the spot I would re-write into something else, at least, past that spot. It would be a story separate from this, this would still be up, but there would be a ‘second’ version. I hope everyone liked it. And possibly leave me a review? To me, reviews are like coffee. I love coffee. And I love Reviews. Very Similar, if I do say so myself. :D

<~Hawk~>