InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Life in Your Eyes ❯ "Tea and Cake or Death" ( Chapter 2 )

Warning: There is some violence and non-consentual acts. PLEASE don't read if you feel uncomfortable with that. I mean it, I don't want my story being disabled again because someone is not mature enough to know when they can handle something or when they can't. Thank you for your cooperation.

 

 

“Greetings miss! What brings you to the temple this fine morning?” Kagome wasn't sure if the monk was being genuine or perhaps trying to sell her something. “You are the young lady who arrived with the young lord yesterday, are you not?” She nodded with a faint flush on her cheeks. It was no doubt all over town already that they were newlyweds and that meant everyone thought they were… Well it wasn't true so it didn't matter what people said about them. “Well it's a pleasure to meet you…”

 

“Higurashi… er… Ookami Kagome I guess now,” she said with a nervous bow. The monk smiled widely as he bowed in return, a hand held up in blessing. He was young, especially for a monk, and had a disarmingly charming smile. Luckily for Kagome she knew better than to fall for a smile like that. He had blue eyes with just enough purple in them to make them indigo and deep black hair pulled back in a small low tail. His ears sported a few gold hoops, one in his right and two in the left.

 

“Well Ookami-sama…”

 

“Please, just Kagome,” she said with a laugh. She felt more at ease with this man than she had felt in the presence of a man in several weeks.

 

“Well Kagome-sama, I'm Miroku. I hope you are making yourself at home in our small village.” His smile was warm and he invited her in for a cup of tea. As they made their way inside a movement caught her attention and she glanced toward the garden wall where a familiar figure crouched. “Ugh! Inuyasha, get down from there,” Miroku scolded, hurrying over to where the boy sat and shaking his staff at him, the rings jingling angrily. The dark-haired boy ignored him and his staff, his eyes focused entirely on Kagome. She watched in mute fascination as he finally leapt down from the wall and strode toward her. “You leave her alone, she doesn't know you yet Inuyasha.” Miroku's words seemed to fall on deaf ears as he came several steps closer and stood in front of the frozen young woman. “I'm sorry Kagome-sama, he doesn't listen to a word I say. He's usually harmless,” he assured her.

 

“Then why do they beat him in the village?” she whispered as she found herself locked in his burning violet gaze. The look he gave her was both questioning and serious, as though he wasn't quite sure what to make of her.

 

“So you have seen him before,” Miroku sighed. “Usually they don't get the chance because I stop them but sometimes they catch him when I'm not around. He can't speak a word and the villagers think he's possessed by demons. I try to knock some sense into them but most of them are far older than myself and very set in their ways. Inuyasha really is harmless and if they'd show him a little kindness I'm sure he would straighten right out.”

 

“I don't understand.”

 

Miroku glanced at the young man still staring avidly at Kagome. “Sometimes he flies into these rages, throws things, knocks down sheds… He's very strong. He never hurts anyone but the villagers assume he's capable of it.” Leading her inside he poured her a hot cup of tea and even offered one to the silent man who had followed them in. He didn't touch it for a long time, just sitting and watching them talk. “There's also a legend of a demon that prowls the forests around here one night a moon cycle and many of the villagers are quite certain it's him. Now I for one don't see how they could think such a thing. He's as human as you or I, he just doesn't live the way we do.” All this went on without much movement on Inuyasha's part. He seemed unfazed that they were talking about him and apparently cared very little about what they did. His shirt was still red with his blood from the day before but she could see that someone, probably Miroku, had cleaned and bandaged his wounds. Kagome frowned as it became evident that she was getting to a point in her visit where she needed to ask her question.

 

“Miroku-sama, I was hoping that perhaps you could help me with something?”

 

“Of course, anything. I live to serve.”

 

Nervously and with a glance at their quiet companion, Kagome chewed her lip. Miroku caught on to her body language and shooed Inuyasha, along with his tea and a snack, outside. The boy didn't seem pleased by the dismissal, scowling deeply, but went anyway. Miroku returned and sat across from Kagome on the floor. “Last night, Ookami-sama… I mean my husband,” she began, pausing in worried agitation, “Well he tried to touch me and… it shocked him.”

 

Miroku gave a small chuckle and a wink. Kagome knew almost right away that he misunderstood what she meant. “Ah newlyweds. I'm sure that being together for the first time was a bit startling for both of you.”

 

Kagome frowned and shook her head. “No, no. His hand was burned and he pulled away as if in pain. He seemed to know what was going on but he wouldn't tell me. Do you know what it could have been?” This truly puzzled the monk. He sat for a few moments in contemplative silence, staring at Kagome. As she became increasingly agitated under his scrutiny a faint glow began to surround her, a strong aura that he couldn't quite believe at first.

 

“Where is it you come from Kagome-sama?” he asked quietly, not wanting to startle her. She explained that she had lived in a shrine her whole life in a village a couple dozen ri or so over from this one. Miroku smiled at the ease of such a prognosis. “My dear, you're a miko. A true, blood miko. I haven't met someone like you in years,” he said with a wide grin. She looked shocked but a relieved look crossed her face for the briefest moment. “Perhaps your problem stems from that. Miko were meant to stay pure and having a man touch you may have set off certain… ingrained defenses that you were not aware of.” Kagome chewed her lip. That could be it but something made her wonder if that was all it was. She reached out and waited as Miroku did the same. Nothing happened. “Perhaps it is because I am a monk?” he offered. Kagome shook her head gently. She knew that wasn't it. Something about Koga in particular had to have set off this reaction. Her male family members had never made such a thing happen, her one sweetheart of the past, Hojo, had held her hand and nothing like this had happened. She'd never even felt anything when he touched her. Koga was a completely different story. Her skin had always tingled uncomfortably when he held her hand, even though he wore gloves most of the time.

 

“Maybe…” With a deep breath Kagome stood and slowly trailed outside. Inuyasha was sitting on the wall once more, eyes on the horizon. The angry slashes through his clothes pained her and she wished that there were something she could do to erase the hurt and rejection he had obviously been subjected to. With this thought in mind and her earlier instinct she approached the raven-haired young man and watched him for a few moments. He set down his cup lazily as he turned to look at her but made no move to come down from the wall. His eyes were intense, full of curiosity and some emotion Kagome had no hope of interpreting. He finally slipped from the wall with the grace of a cat and leaned his shoulder against it. Appearing apathetic, Inuyasha folded his arms over his chest and waited to see what exactly she seemed to be planning. With a shaking hand, Kagome reached out to touch him. When he didn't flinch away from her touch, as she had expected, she became braver and finally felt the smooth surface of his skin under her fingertips. Nothing happened. Releasing a soft sigh in relief, Kagome didn't expect the slow movement of the young man's hand and startled when he touched her hand in return. “Oh!” she gasped when a spark of something unknown shot through her system. It wasn't unpleasant like Koga's touch often was, but warm and somehow relaxing. Inuyasha's eyes widened momentarily as he apparently felt the same sensation, his lids falling halfway as his mouth twisted in a tiny dreamy smile. Something startled him and he bolted from the temple walls before anyone could do anything to stop him. “Wait!” Kagome shouted in hopes of calling him back but slumped in defeat when she still stood alone in the garden with Miroku standing behind her.

 

“Kagome-sama? What happened?” he questioned her. She shrugged, unable to explain apart from the fact that she didn't think it had been painful for Inuyasha, simply different from the reaction to Koga. “It must be all men apart from those of a holy persuasion. Your family is a shrine family, it would make sense for there to be a bit of holiness in all of you.” Kagome had to concede his point but she couldn't help remembering how Hojo's touch had done nothing and how Inuyasha's had created a pleasant reaction on both their parts. What about Koga made it impossible for him to touch her and how was she supposed to explain to her new husband that he couldn't without getting hurt?

 

She noticed when she arrived home that Koga was fixing the roof, precariously perched on the tiles to replace a few. He waved down at her from his spot but made no move to come down. Not wanting to distract him from what he was doing, Kagome went about preparing their evening meal. She hoped to make it large and filling so it would be easier to tell Koga the bad news and send him to bed with at least a full stomach. It had been a long time since she had had all the supplies to make a big dinner like this and she felt a tad rusty. Everything ended up smelling and tasting as good as she could hope for and it wasn't long after she'd finished that her husband came down off the roof and slipped in the front door. “What is that smell Kagome, it's amazing!” he enthused. She grinned sheepishly, motioning that he clean up before he sat down to eat. Koga did so without comment and knelt at the table to be served. Kagome smiled softly to herself as she watched him eat with gusto, so thrilled that he enjoyed her cooking that she forgot what she'd needed to tell him. “Kagome, have you noticed anything in the house that's… off?” Koga suddenly questioned mid bite. It was obvious to her that he was more curious than he was willing to let on. She opened her mouth to mention the sensation she'd had while saying her prayers the night before but got the feeling that wasn't what he meant. Finally she just shook her head and offered him another bowlful of rice. “You'll have to tell me if you run into anything strange,” he told her seriously, pointing his chopsticks at her in a somewhat accusing manner. Kagome only nodded sharply, hoping to get his attention off of her and back onto his food.

 

Cleaning up after the meal took longer than it had the night before and Kagome was tired after her long walk to and from the temple, her earlier tidying up of the small garden out in back, and preparing a large meal. Koga went outside to wash up more thoroughly before returning in just his yukata once more. Kagome blushed and suddenly remembered what she had meant to tell him earlier. “Ookami-sama…” she began as he approached her. He'd seen her say her prayers earlier and knew there was no excuse for her to not come to bed when he asked this time.

 

“Call me by my name woman,” Koga frowned though he seemed a little more amused than angry. “I intend to have you screaming it in the next hour,” he purred as his hands came to rest on her hips. The uncomfortable tingling made itself known and Kagome tried again to explain what she had discovered earlier. But Koga wouldn't listen and began sliding her yukata off of her shoulders. The young woman tried to catch it, to keep it from falling from her body, but her husband made it quite clear that he wanted it off. Whenever his hands touched her skin a faint spark made contact with the young lord's hands. He ignored it even though Kagome could see and smell that it was burning his flesh. Why would he continue to touch her knowing it hurt him in such a way? “Wench, stop shutting me out,” he grumbled finally. Kagome gasped and shuddered as he pressed himself fully against her naked front, singeing his own chest with the contact. “It won't hurt anymore if you just stop fighting me,” he told her though she wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, her or himself.

 

“Stop, it's burning you,” she cried, attempting to push him back from her. His blue eyes flashed dangerously and he not so gently flipped her onto her back on the futon, hovering over her, caging her in with his body. His yukata had slid open with their struggles and his length brushed her thigh with a pain-filled hiss coming from Koga. Kagome sobbed, partially for the pain she couldn't stop inflicting on him and mostly because of her fear. This was not how she thought her first time with a man was supposed to go. There was supposed to be love and kindness, gentle touches and soft sighs. The man leaning over her was all roughness and uncaring attitude, his sights set on bedding her at all costs. The invisible barrier that seemingly coated her skin continued to injure Koga while he still tried in vain to calm her down enough to remove the obstacle. “Koga, please, stop!” Kagome's cries went unheard as he finally decided enough was enough and simply drove into her unwelcoming entrance. Kagome screamed as white-hot fire licked through her, pain she had never felt before in any part of her body affecting her most sensitive of places.

 

Kagome's scream was nothing in comparison with that of Koga's, an unearthly howl leaving his throat. She caught a glimpse of his eyes before watching her husband disappear, bursting into dust before an unnatural wind swept it out the window. Kagome could hardly breathe for fear. Never in her life had something so terrifying happened to her and she hardly felt herself dress and scramble out of her new home and over the low hills to the temple. Pounding at the door sapped the last of her strength and she collapsed in tears on the stoop. Hurried footsteps reached her ears just before the gate was opened and Miroku came stumbling out into the night. “Kagome-sama? Dear gods, what's happened?” he cried, kneeling down to gently lift her away from the ground.

 

“I killed him houshi-sama!” she sobbed, “He… We… Oh Kami-sama,” she gasped before leaning away from him and emptying her stomach. Miroku tried not to gag, carefully holding the young woman's long hair out of the way. She dry heaved for a little and then allowed him to help her up and into the temple. It took a glass of sleep-inducing tea and several hours of soothing speech to settle the distraught woman and Miroku was exhausted by the time she finally fell asleep. But there were still pressing matters to take care of. The monk stepped out of the temple and was relieved to see a pair of golden eyes staring at him out of the relative darkness.

 

“Stay here and watch her. I'm going to her house to try and figure out what happened,” he told the figure shrouded in the shadows near the wall of the temple. The blinking of those eyes was the only indication that he'd been heard but Miroku knew that he would be heeded. He headed back inside to dress and stocked himself with protective ofuda before leaving the temple in search of the truth. When he arrived at the small house on the cove it was evident to him that there was something about Ookami Koga that even his wife had not known. “Such strong youki,” the monk muttered, “It's no wonder he was shocked by her aura. Lady Kagome must not have known or she would never have married a demon.” Shaking his head sadly he went in through the still open door and inspected the house. There was a thin film of dust lining the edge of the window and Miroku dissipated it with a cloth and an ofuda for good measure. The traces of youki within the dust had unnerved him, making it clear that those tiny bits were all that was left of poor Kagome's husband. His youki still lingered in the house though Kagome's protective and purifying aura was ingrained in the walls more deeply than Koga's presence. It was obvious that the untrained miko placed blessings on the house every day and that even a strong youkai like Koga had been unable to withstand the strength of her inexperienced powers.

 

Having a very good idea of what had happened Miroku made his way back to the temple and nodded to the silent sentry who waited outside the door. A wordless conversation passed between the two before Miroku bowed his thanks to the figure and went back inside. The wide rays of moonlight lit silver strands of hair, dancing in them and alerting any onlooker to the beauty of such an unusual shade. But there was no one to see the creature, the mute guard of the small Buddhist temple that soundlessly ached for the fragile woman who lay asleep within its walls. He had smelled her fear, her pain and confusion and it had made his nose burn. He wanted to understand her, to know why she cared so much for killing one so like him and yet different enough to make him the abomination. Someday, he vowed, he would understand the strange woman and her even stranger ways. But not this night. This night she was alone and afraid until finding sanctuary in the arms of the temple and sleep. `Let her sleep.'

 

 

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