Mundane Love by Inumaru_Rapture

One

It started again. That same silent, 'I'm working, leave me alone' aura surrounding him. It had been good for a short while, just as it always was only a short while. She did what she could to make him happy, comfortable, and at ease. The glimpses she got of him were at waking, lunch, and going back to sleep. Upon waking, she did what she could to remind him of things, lest he forget his cell phone (or something of that nature) and need to drive all the way back home to get it. Also upon waking, she would rise with him and make sure he would eat something, if not just a banana or a grapefruit, before he scrambled out the door to go to work. She would then invest her time in her daily chores. She would bathe, dress, and clean. Around 11:30, she would begin making lunch. He would arrive home promptly at 12:15, stay for 30 minutes to eat and talk briefly before returning out the door from whence he came.

The afternoon was spent reading, researching, and adding to her novel she was writing. So far, it was about 300 pages long. It was about a story of a group of people looking for a sacred jewel and its fragments that had been dismantled because of an accident. She indulged herself to add her husband in as the cold, dark half-brother of the main male character. She thought of making her character fall in love with her husband's persona, but she wasn't sure if she could bear to give them a happy ending.

Around 9:30, she would begin his dinner, which was much smaller than his lunch. He would arrive home promptly at 10:00, eat, and then retire to his study to do more work. Around 11:00, she would bring him a cup of tea, leave a moist kiss on his neck, and retire to her desk in the corner of his study, where her papers were littered everywhere from her research. Near 12:30 or 1:00, her husband would stand, turn off his light, and come to her. He would take her hand, turn her light out, and take her upstairs. They would sleep in each others arms...clinging to each other as if one more day would tear them apart.

The weekend came, and her husband was home. He spent the morning of Saturday finishing his work from the week, and then came to lounge on the sofa in the living room where she was dusting. They would talk of nothingness, of their weeks, of wondering what they could do this weekend. She would bring up going out to lunch, or go out for a picnic, and he would oblige, taking her from her prison of drywall bars. They would spend the day in the sun until the sun set. Somehow, they always managed to make it down to the beach by the ocean and made love on a blanket on the sand under the stars. It was the only point of bliss in her dull, mundane life now. It was as if he was using it against her, making her wait until she was a sopping mess of desire. She hated and loved his power over her...

Sunday was better. They would stay in bed late, relishing in each others skins, breathes, tastes. The weekend was their rejuvenation period. It was what made the week bearable for them. It was during this one weekend that Kagome mentioned that she had missed two of her last three periods. Her husband nuzzled into her neck and asked if she wanted to go to the store to get a test. She nodded into him.

The test was negative. Crushed at once again not being able to conceive, her husband threw himself into his work more. He no longer came home for lunch, and when he made it home, it was closer to 1am than anything else. Kagome was desperately worried the first Monday he did not come home at his normal time and called his office twice looking for him. His secretary was always there when he was, and Kagome felt the fierce pangs of jealousy. She wondered if he was sleeping around behind her back. She decided to do something unlike their normal schedule. After almost a month of this torture, she went to bed at 9:30 one night, and did not awaken until the next morning. She woke up alone.

Panicking, she hurried through the rooms of their moderately sized house. He had allowed them to move from his father's mansion when she had come crying to him about the silence of the mansion. The house they resided in was a beauty and still big, but much smaller. She searched through the rooms and found no trace of him having been home at all that night. She hurried to the phone and dialed his office.

The same secretary answered smugness to her voice. Kagome growled over the phone.

"My husband," Kagome bit out. The secretary patched her through, and the cold, tired-touched voice of her husband came on the phone.

"Taisho Sesshoumaru."

"Sesshoumaru," Kagome's voice was bitter as his name came out like a poison. It was a shame she didn't see the pain in her husband's eyes. "You did not come home last night." Her question came out as a statement.

"I did not. I was required to stay and work on..." her angry voice cut him off.

"Fuck you, Sesshoumaru. I know what you've been doing. Fucking that bitch of a secretary because I can't bear you a child..." her voice was shaking in anger and tears rolled off her face. She could hear her husband's breathing hitch in his elegant throat.

"Woman, do not accuse me of things that betray my honor," his voice was low, angry.

"All I know, Sesshoumaru, is whenever you are there, that bitch is there too. I could hear it in her voice; see it in her eyes... she lusts for you. I can't believe you'd..." Kagome's voice hitched here as a sob left her tight throat. Sesshoumaru growled over the phone, he started saying something but was stopped by Kagome's voice. "When you come home, if you come home, do not expect to find me here."

Sesshoumaru's protest was cut off when she hung up the phone. It rang shortly after, and she pulled out the plug. Turning, she huffed off to go pack her things. She put her clothing, picture albums, books, computer, and everything else she could manage to find that was solely hers, into her white station wagon. She cried the whole way. She didn't want to leave, but enough was enough. She never saw her husband anymore, it was as if she was married to a ghost that kept her locked within the walls of their sad memories.

As she was gathering her novel together, the sound of someone hurrying down hallway into the house met her ears. She didn't turn around as she put the almost finished manuscript into a box. The soft huffing of breath met her ears from behind her and her voice was spoken from soft, sad lips. Kagome willed herself not to look. One look at his face and she would've crumbled. She had to leave, had to escape.

"Kagome..." His voice was closer now, his presence right behind her. He laid a hand on her shoulder and heard her sharp intake of breath. From the way she scrunched her shoulders, he knew she was squishing her eyes shut as hard as she could. He turned her so she was facing him. The hurt imbedded in her skin, in the dark circles under her eyes, in the little balled up fists plastered to her side.... it broke his heart. His hand released her shoulder, causing her to inhale a little gasp.

Her eyes fluttered open when she felt him kneel before her and press his head onto her stomach, his arms wrapping around her body. She looked down at the top of his head in surprise. Her husband would never willingly put himself into such a compromising position. She opened her mouth to speak when she realized his shoulders were shaking. The front of her blouse became wet as he softly began to speak.

"I'm sorry, my beloved heart..." his voice shook as sobs racked his body. Kagome's eyes pricked with unshed tears. "It is my fault. I am unable to produce enough sperm to impregnate you...with my work as it is, there is no way it could be your fault. You have done nothing but make sure I was well-fed, cared for, and sane. You are my rock in uncertain waters, my silk armor in the roughest of fights. You, my Kagome, are my heart, my soul, my mind; my body... Please do not leave me. I am nothing without you..." Kagome felt her knees give out at his words and she slid down into his arms, sobbing.

"I never see you anymore, Sesshoumaru. Every time I see you, I can barely recognize you. I think, 'who are you, and what have you done with my Sesshoumaru?' You not coming home, that damn bitch's smugness on the phone...I thought surely..." Here Sesshoumaru cut her off, kissing her roughly, passionately, heatedly—in a way that they had not done since they were newlyweds. Their tongues battled for dominance before she submitted to his prowling tongue. His tongue ran across her blunt teeth, swirling around her pointy little canine teeth, and ending with a flat out lick on her lips.

"That secretary has been fired. I have been so caught up in my work, I did not notice her attitude, but when thinking back, I see where you saw her...desire... She has been fired. I will cut down my case-loads. At the moment, though, you must understand that I am direly close to finishing two very important cases. I will spend the rest of tomorrow finishing those, but for today... I am yours. Do with me what you will... my love."

"Only..." Kagome stopped. She was studying his face, realizing why she had fallen in love with him—and hiding a smile that it wasn't that gorgeous face before her.

"Only?" Sesshoumaru urged her to continue when she stopped to study his face.

"Only you have to promise to give me some children to play with..." A blush crossed her features as her husband's face lit up and his mouth crushed down upon hers again.