InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of the Night ❯ Night LXXXVI: Tears and Fears Part III ( Chapter 17 )
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By: Kurai Mori 
Watching her cry cemented his resolve.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.25.2008 | Updated On: 06.03.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 866 | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Watching her cry cemented his resolve.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.25.2008 | Updated On: 06.03.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 866 | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Night LXXXVI: Tears and Fears Part III
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sengoku Otogizoushi - InuYasha or Yuu Yuu Hakusho. InuYasha belongs to Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan, Viz Media, ShoPro Entertainment, and Shounen; while Yuu Yuu Hakusho belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Viz Media, and Shounen. No profit or money of any kind is made from this fan-created crossover.
Warning(s): None.
To himself, he could admit that it hurt to watch her cry even in her sleep. She had burrowed so deeply into his heart that the knowledge that those were tears he had helped cause rent his insides. Had she been any other human, he would not have cared. Had he not known her, he would not have cared. Yet he did know her and she was not just another human: she was Kagome.
Inane, insufferable, infuriating, idiotic, insolent... No matter how he described her, Kagome was still Kagome. All those faults and signs of her humanity did not seem to matter at all these days. Two weeks spent away from her had shown him that he cherished all her faults as much as her virtues. And for every reason he could find as to why loving her was as stupid and foolish as she, there were two reasons as to why it was OK to love her.
While he loathed how much power she had over him, he would not have it any other way. She was his. Hell knew she needed someone to keep an eye on her to make sure she kept out of trouble. And he knew, now from personal experience, that was how she snagged men. She called out to their protective sides and demanded that they protect her even if she said the exact opposite. And it was to protect her from herself, ninety-nine percent of the time. And the second the poor fools saved her, it was too late and there was no going back to the way their life had been before.
He really should have let her die instead of saving her during their first meeting. It destroyed his pride knowing she could make him bend to any whim she had, and that she could hurt him without even having to touch her. How degrading; to think that a miko did not even need to touch him to destroy him.
Against his better judgment, he picked her up. It took most of his willpower to not show any visible signs of happiness at having her once again in his arms even though there was no one around to witness such an event. It was the principle of it. The softness and warmth of her body were like addicting drugs he knew he could never have enough of. That was reason enough for him to stay out of touching distance of her. Yet he could not leave her the way she was, and not after twelve days spent imagining her warmth and face.
So, ignoring how her body felt in his arms, he shifted her so one of his arms was free. Using that arm, he pulled back the covers on her bed. This time when she was put into bed, she was warm and comfortable underneath her sheets on the cold and stormy night. He rationalized that it was because he did not need her getting sick on him again. Though what he needed her for was debatable.
The warmth of her body still lingered on his arms and chest. As he turned to leave and wait out the night on her windowsill like normal, he found he could not. Her dainty, flawed hand gripped the fabric of his cloak, unwilling to let go. His jaw clenched in aggravation. As if her sleep-crying was not bad enough, she had now latched onto him. Only she could find a way to be more annoying while asleep.
"Please... don't leave... alone..."
Those soft words spoken in a tone filled with dolor caused his guilt to return. She was not even awake and she was causing him to feel more guilty than he had ever had in his entire life.
Such an insufferable woman. But, he could finally admit to himself, she was his insufferable woman.
Word count: 712
Edited: 3 June 2010
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sengoku Otogizoushi - InuYasha or Yuu Yuu Hakusho. InuYasha belongs to Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan, Viz Media, ShoPro Entertainment, and Shounen; while Yuu Yuu Hakusho belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Viz Media, and Shounen. No profit or money of any kind is made from this fan-created crossover.
Warning(s): None.
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Whatever he had been expecting to see was not what greeted his eyes when he entered her room. A year ago, his sadistic heart would have rejoiced at knowing he had caused a human enough emotional distress to cause them to cry, and then he would have killed them. But now... The heavy weight in his heart rested on the conscience he thought he had successfully repressed in his childhood.To himself, he could admit that it hurt to watch her cry even in her sleep. She had burrowed so deeply into his heart that the knowledge that those were tears he had helped cause rent his insides. Had she been any other human, he would not have cared. Had he not known her, he would not have cared. Yet he did know her and she was not just another human: she was Kagome.
Inane, insufferable, infuriating, idiotic, insolent... No matter how he described her, Kagome was still Kagome. All those faults and signs of her humanity did not seem to matter at all these days. Two weeks spent away from her had shown him that he cherished all her faults as much as her virtues. And for every reason he could find as to why loving her was as stupid and foolish as she, there were two reasons as to why it was OK to love her.
While he loathed how much power she had over him, he would not have it any other way. She was his. Hell knew she needed someone to keep an eye on her to make sure she kept out of trouble. And he knew, now from personal experience, that was how she snagged men. She called out to their protective sides and demanded that they protect her even if she said the exact opposite. And it was to protect her from herself, ninety-nine percent of the time. And the second the poor fools saved her, it was too late and there was no going back to the way their life had been before.
He really should have let her die instead of saving her during their first meeting. It destroyed his pride knowing she could make him bend to any whim she had, and that she could hurt him without even having to touch her. How degrading; to think that a miko did not even need to touch him to destroy him.
Against his better judgment, he picked her up. It took most of his willpower to not show any visible signs of happiness at having her once again in his arms even though there was no one around to witness such an event. It was the principle of it. The softness and warmth of her body were like addicting drugs he knew he could never have enough of. That was reason enough for him to stay out of touching distance of her. Yet he could not leave her the way she was, and not after twelve days spent imagining her warmth and face.
So, ignoring how her body felt in his arms, he shifted her so one of his arms was free. Using that arm, he pulled back the covers on her bed. This time when she was put into bed, she was warm and comfortable underneath her sheets on the cold and stormy night. He rationalized that it was because he did not need her getting sick on him again. Though what he needed her for was debatable.
The warmth of her body still lingered on his arms and chest. As he turned to leave and wait out the night on her windowsill like normal, he found he could not. Her dainty, flawed hand gripped the fabric of his cloak, unwilling to let go. His jaw clenched in aggravation. As if her sleep-crying was not bad enough, she had now latched onto him. Only she could find a way to be more annoying while asleep.
"Please... don't leave... alone..."
Those soft words spoken in a tone filled with dolor caused his guilt to return. She was not even awake and she was causing him to feel more guilty than he had ever had in his entire life.
Such an insufferable woman. But, he could finally admit to himself, she was his insufferable woman.
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A version of this chapter was posted to the livejournal community 30_Nights for their theme #030. It hurt to see you cry.Word count: 712
Edited: 3 June 2010