InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Those We Leave Behind ❯ Realization ( Chapter 22 )

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Those We Leave Behind

Chapter 22

Realization

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Oh God. This couldn't be real. It was only a nightmare. Just a stupid nightmare.

He knew this because he had dreamt it before. Kagome would be kissing some insignificant asswipe, but in reality, the problems in their relationship would work out. That's right. It was a simple dream. He kept repeating that mantra in his head until something started to bother Inuyasha.

He wasn't waking up.

His heart started beating faster and he felt the room start to shake. It was too hot in his chambers to bear it.

It was just a dream. It had to be.

Desperation was setting in. Kagome was his. As much as he denied it to others, Inuyasha's soul knew one thing on the most primal level. Kagome was his. He had been looking out for her for centuries. He had done everything for her, whether she realized it or not.

It was just another of the bad Kagome dreams. He suffered from these every time he slept. Some nights depicted her in danger just to be savagely slain before he could reach her. Others, he had been just in time to save her and they consummated their love for each other for the rest of time. He suffered either way.

Either guilt would consume his every thought for not being there to protect her, or he would torment himself with an agonizing longing he could never quench.

The image of that `human' kissing the woman he had loved for five centuries destroyed any sliver of possibility he thought he still had. At that, he was angry.

Of course Inuyasha had been aware of her relationship with Sesshoumaru, but he had known that would never work out. He told her so. Sesshoumaru had always been a power-hungry son of a bitch (pun not intended). Everyone knew the requirements involved with becoming the leader of the Demon Realm.

He knew what Sesshoumaru would have picked. He tried to watch out for her then. Kagome did not listen. She thought Inuyasha's jealousy prompted his words of doubt.

It pained him to watch, far more than she could ever know.

To see his brother treat her like a soldier throughout her training, to see the seeds of love sprout between his brother and Kagome, to see them head over heals, to have his opinions thrown back in his face, to see that hypocrite propose, to witness his betrayal and her heartbreak, to feel powerless at her departure into the well, to suffer through separation although he was not the cause (for once), to long for her, to desire her, to love her, to hate him, to grow old, to gain power, and to finally reunite with her after so much time had passed for him and yet so little to her, which all caused the increased complexity to excruciate him.

To see her connected with someone in a way she hadn't been since his own relationship with perfection incarnate gave him a sense of understanding. For the first time, he truly realized that his shot was completely blown. With that (still?) ongoing kiss, he felt helpless and accepted defeat.

But he could not help but love her.

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He hated this. In the days since Hiei was unwillingly transformed into a human, the Miko had done nothing but ignore the fact that he wanted out. He wanted to be the proud demon he once was.

He wanted to be able to use his Jagan. He wanted his speed. He wanted to be the way he should have been. Powerful despite those who thought he did not belong in this world. He wanted to strike fear into the hearts of those who had ever even thought he was not worthy enough to exist because of his parents' forbidden love.

Perched in the tree, Hiei fumed at the thought of being left here. He wanted this embarrassment over with.

As he sat there with his arm supported by the knee pulled up to his chest and the other leg dangling off, his disgruntled agitation could only be seen through how his free hand clawed at the ancient bark of the tree. When would this misery cease.

A voice brought Hiei out of his inner tirade.

“Hiei! What are you doing in the God Tree?” Souta called up to the once stoic demon.

Hiei didn't answer in hopes of being left alone.

“Hiei!”

Crap. Were all members of this family insane?

“You know Hiei, she's not gonna budge. I've been where you're at. Let me tell you as her younger brother. She's vicious. She's persistent, stubborn, and all too convinced of her power to get people to do what she wants.”

He hoped he had been wrong, but that was the same impression the girl left Hiei with as well. How should he approach this situation? His usual approach would be to confront and kill her. Didn't that plan work out well?

He knew she would not revert him back to his full power until he at least pretended to comply with her wishes.

For the first time he would admit to it, Hiei would do what countless of great women of human history have done in this realm— fake it.

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Kuwabara had felt so happy when Rin talked to him. She was beautiful, sweet, caring, spontaneous, and she didn't treat him like he was an idiot.

He felt that a lot of the people he surrounded himself with did that. Whether they realized it or not, they acted as though he were inferior because of his eccentricities. Didn't he deserve some respect too? He knew he would never get respect in school because he did not look like other kids. He looked foreign. It was sad, but true that he suffered a lot of discrimination because he looked like a Westerner. Sure his parents and Shizuru remembered living somewhere else, but he'd been born in Japan. It was all he knew.

He had tried to tell that to those who would mock him and tell him to go back home. He knew those at school would never understand. They never did. His gang accepted him, which was his only source of comfort.

Even Shizuru got on him a lot. Although she was only trying to help him by yelling at him, trying to make him change, and trying to stop him from giving prejudiced people ammunition to use against him, she damaged his self-esteem more than he could say.

The guys were the worst. After all the bad guys he creamed, he should have at least been accepted as part of the team. He could handle the losers at school, but he had risked himself time and time again for those guys. None of them seemed to appreciate him.

The only exceptions to this rule were the Higurashis and Rin.

He had only known Rin for two days, but she treated him well. She laughed with him instead of at him when he acted goofy. She respected him and listened to him. He had never felt this way for anyone, not even Yukina.

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The kiss had been amazing. Neither of them could deny that. As Kagome and Yusuke slowly pulled away from one another without complete separation, their lips longed to continue.

“Yusuke, is this okay?”

She looked needingly into his face. Her eyes shimmering in the moonlight. Her lips seemed larger than they did normally. Her hair softer. Her body called to his. His mind had made her seem more appealing because he wanted her. The instant attraction he felt upon meeting her had only intensified.

Kagome was afraid. Would he reject her? Would she be turned away by yet another man? She wanted to go on, continue their previous actions. His hesitation spoke volumes. He did not want her, but she needed to hear him say it, one way or another.

“Yusuke? You never answered me. Is this okay?”

“Totally.”

He snapped out of his gaze and answered her with a very Yusuke-like comment that put her at ease.

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“God! He was incredible. He had me screaming so much my voice was hoarse. And his hands moved so perfectly I couldn't believe it. I'm telling you, this man was amazing! His tongue did things I had never even heard of. He wore me out.”

Ayumi thought about this for a second. The two girls had been friends since before middle school. She would never have expected this type of behavior from this particular friend.

“Are you okay with this, just sleeping with this guy after knowing him for this brief time?”

“Trust me it was worth it.”

The man the conversation was about walked in bereft of clothing after his shower. Now, water was just dripping off his chiseled, yet lean physique with only a blasphemous, white towel obstructing the view.

“I gotta go.” The woman's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as her eyes wandered blatantly up and down the man's body. She had scrambled to end the phone call and quickly hung up.

The girl had obviously wanted yet another round of fun, but it was now two o'clock in the morning and the man was ready to stalk his next prey. His fourth `victim' of the night was out there somewhere waiting for him.

“Are you sure you don't want something to eat? We did go at it for quite awhile.” She wanted him to stay, but he was already bored with her. As he was buttoning his shirt, he simply declined and complimented her to ease the rejection. That night, he simply walked out of her life.

The only things she had left to remember him by were the rose with the same color of his hair he just happened to have with him, four orgasms he had given her, and that seductively dirty song that played on her stereo just before he entered her. Thinking about it, the song that played described him perfectly.

She agreed with the title. True love was blind.

Eri would never forget that man, the one who called himself Kurama.