InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Life in Your Eyes ❯ Breathe ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Dawnrider31 
A perfect wedding? Perhaps not.
No warnings this chapter.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.18.2011 | Updated On: 03.18.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 561 | Status: Work In Progress
A perfect wedding? Perhaps not.
No warnings this chapter.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.18.2011 | Updated On: 03.18.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 561 | Status: Work In Progress
Gadzooks! (Um, best exclamation ever, btw) It's been a long time for an update on this. Sorry about that everyone! Staring at a computer screen for work eight hours a day doesn't make me too keen to do it at home. Here is the next installment. Be warned, if you have read the book (The Raging Quiet by Sherryl Jordan) to which this story was vaguely sticking before, this is where it has definitely split. Kagome and Inuyasha have a different path than that of Marnie and Raven I hope that as a fanfiction, people can understand and appreciate the divergence. On that note, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: Blah blah, I don't own anything. My car is barely mine let alone the wonderful works of fiction from whence my ideas have come. The divergent plot line is mine I suppose, but that's about it.
Kagome froze as soon as she and Sango walked through the door. Inuyasha stood near the entrance, looking out into the morning light. The rising sun caught his hair, reflecting golden light in his silver mane. His ears seemed to notice her first, turning toward her before he fully turned his head to look at her. His eyes betrayed his wonder. He stood up straighter, the dress robes looking much better on him than Kagome would have expected. “Kagome...” She took another step forward and he mirrored her.
Before the two reached one another, Miroku stepped between them, a slight grin on his face. “Now, now. We have to actually perform the ceremony before you two...”
“Monk,” Inuyasha growled. His cheeks were slightly pinked, making it quite clear he'd known what Miroku was going to say. Miroku chuckled and led the two of them up to the shrine, helping Kagome kneel beside Inuyasha when they reached it. The couple struggled not to fidget as the monk began the ceremony, opening with a prayer to quiet the spirit of Kagome's dead husband, more a precaution than anything. Despite knowing the wolf would not be coming back, that the monk had dispersed his ashes as well as anything that remained of his aura, Inuyasha felt better after the prayer. Any extra protection against anything taking his Kagome away from him was fine by him.
Miroku began the cleansing part of the ceremony. The solemnity of the occasion was slightly oppressive, but the four people in the temple soon realized Miroku's chanting was not causing the feeling. The sound of pounding feet and the murmur of angry voices reached Inuyasha's ears first. He tried to ignore it, but when Sango's head tilted next, her eyes directed toward the town, he knew he hadn't been imagining it. "Finish quickly Houshi-sama," she whispered. Kagome looked up, unsure what was going on.
Catching on, the monk skipped the more traditional, strictly ceremonial parts of the marriage service to get to the good part. When both Kagome and Inuyasha had agreed to be united, to protect and care for one another, he asked them to join hands. "May you live long lives together, love and protect each other and raise beautiful children together," he murmured, smiling slightly at the blushes on their cheeks. Resting his hand over their joined hands, he gave his final blessing. The faint glow that emanated from the couple's hands was missed by all, as the sound of the growing mob had become too loud to ignore, fists pounding on the wall that surrounded the temple.
"Stay here," Inuyasha whispered to Kagome, leaning forward to gently nuzzle her ear and squeeze her hand. She nodded, but her breath caught in her throat at the thought that something might happen to him. "I'll be fine." He smirked at her, nodding to the slayer and heading toward the front of the temple.
"Miroku-sama, why have they come here?"
The monk sighed, taking his staff and motioning for Kagome to follow him. He led her into the deeper parts of the temple, to his own room. "I fear that your wedding day will not be the day of joy you hoped for Kagome-sama. I have no doubt that Naraku has been watching us all and he has likely alerted the townspeople to the fact of your marriage to Inuyasha. They are small-minded people..." A roar made them both freeze. "Stay here Kagome-sama. You will be safe here, if nowhere else. I have to keep Inuyasha from harming any of the villagers." He made his way back to the door. He paused, almost as an afterthought, "The path to enlightenment has many doors, Kagome-sama. Never feel trapped in your path." Kagome couldn't understand why he was giving her advice at a time like this!
When she moved to protest, Miroku glanced meaningfully toward a chest in the corner. Kagome bit her lip, but made no gesture to acknowledge his hint. He turned quickly and left, shutting the door tightly behind him. Kagome felt the weight of her seclusion acutely, pulling her knees up to her chest as she sat on Miroku's futon. Why was it the kami did not wish her to be happy? A moment so wonderful, the day she had finally become united to someone of her own choosing, the man she loved and loved her in return, was quickly spinning out of control.
Another roar, from the crowd this time made her flinch. Things were clearly not going well outside. Why was she sitting around here, hoping everything would work itself out? Clearly standing by and hoping had done her no good before. But how to help... Glancing around, she gave the chest Miroku had indicated another look. It seemed ordinary enough. Lifting herself off of the futon, she stepped toward it. The lid was heavy, but once she got it open, she realized exactly why Miroku had wanted it open. A pair of dark blue hakama and a matching haori lay folded beside a twin set in bright red. Something about the red clothing felt familiar, as though she'd felt it before. The fabric was nothing she'd ever seen before, some sort of animal fur she wasn't familiar with. Touching the collar of the red haori brought on a strange sensation of tingling... much the way it felt when Inuyasha touched her. “These are his,” she whispered. Looking then at the other set, she was curious to know who they belonged to. They were made of the same material and smaller than Inuyasha's. Made for a woman more than likely. She tried not to allow doubt into her heart. A small scroll lay underneath both sets of clothing and she pulled it out, feeling guilty but needing to know.
“My darling boy,” was clearly not the beginning she had anticipated. “I do not know what our future holds, and your future once I am gone is even less certain. Your father had these made for you to protect you... and one day your mate as well. Once you find her, and I know you will, protect her with all that you are. Knowing you as I do, she will do the same for you.” Kagome smiled a little to herself. So even that young his protective and loyal nature was evident. “Someday you will find yourself in the situation that your father and I did and you will face it with strength and the love of your mate at your side. Your children will be beautiful. I am only sorry that I will not see their faces. Live an even more wonderful life than the one you have given me. Your loving mother.”
Kagome carefully put the scroll away before slowly pulling the blue set of clothing from the chest. The familiar tingling that she had experienced from the red set was fainter, but still there. Contemplating them for a moment, Kagome finally released the breath she'd been holding and moved to put them on. The hakama were softer on the inside than she had expected, but she could feel the innate strength of the material. She left her yukata on and slipped the haori over herself, tucking it into the hakama before tying off the whole ensemble. She felt braver, stronger, more sure of her own powers as well as her connection with Inuyasha.
The faint smell of something musty made her look down. She could have sworn the clothing was stored properly. A small hole, barely large enough for a little finger, was cut in the top right corner of the bottom of the chest. Kagome, unable to curb her curiosity, pressed her fingertip to the hole and felt a slightly chill breeze. There was something underneath. Pulling Inuyasha's clothing from the chest and placing the scroll inside her own, she dug her finger into the hole and pulled up the false floor of the chest. There was a dark hole. An escape route?
The roar of the crowd outside rose in volume and she heard footsteps roaring into the temple. Panicking, Kagome scooped up everything, including her wedding dress, and ducked into the hole. It wasn't too far to the bottom but it was dark. Closing the chest lid made it darker still and she placed the false bottom quickly and carefully. Kagome tried to calm her breathing and stay as still as possible. The door flew open and frantic footsteps echoed in the room. She heard a sharp growl and she held her breath, not wanting to risk being heard by whoever... whatever was above. The door closed more quietly and she waited, eyes wide and watching above her. “Kagome?” The whispered voice was hard to distinguish. “Kagome, I know you're still in here. Where are you?” Inuyasha? Kagome struggled not to leap up and reveal herself. It might not be him. “I know you're scared. The villagers aren't giving up, but I can get you out of here.” His voice was near the wardrobe, clearly looking for her.
She heard the lid of the chest open and the tiny pinprick of light from the hole in the false bottom glared into her dark hiding place. She was caught no matter if it was her husband or not.
“Stay in there. I'll come down once I get the others,” the voice muttered just above her.
Kagome breathed deeply. So it was him. He knew she was there and he would come back for her. “Inuyasha, wait,” she breathed. She heard him pause. He lifted just the corner of the false bottom and she saw his brilliant golden eyes take her in. She held out his clothing. “They're yours. Wear them. They'll protect you better, won't they?” His gaze studied the clothing for a moment before recognition seemed to light them.
“My fire rat. I forgot Miroku was storing them for me.” His hand reached for her as well as the red fabric, a comforting vibration of sensation running up the length of her arm at his touch. “It's good to see you in those,” he said softly. “Stay hidden.” She nodded resolutely as the darkness engulfed her again. Kneeling down to wait, Kagome pressed a hand to her heart. For a moment she had been terrified that Naraku had made it into the temple somehow and had found her. As her heart stopped racing, Kagome rest her other hand against the wall to help herself up. The rock crumbled under her fingers revealing a compartment of some kind.
Curious, but fearful of what she could have uncovered by accident, Kagome gently infused her fingertips with her power. It was difficult at first, as she'd never really done it. But she managed. At least she would be protected from anything demonic she might encounter. Instead a long sturdy piece of wood met her hand, wedged into the crevasse she'd uncovered. As soon as her fingers met it she felt a soft zing of familiarity, of greeting, in a way very similar to how it felt when Inuyasha touched her.
An unstrung bow, likely from age. Kagome could only feel the smooth wood and the length of it in the dark, but the shape made it pretty clear. She was afraid to dig further to see if there were perhaps a quiver or arrows in there as well so she continued to manually study the weapon in her hands. It felt more familiar the more she touched it, an odd sensation as she had never held a bow in her life. Other than to clean out the weapons storage in the big house back in her village, Kagome had rarely even seen one. But she was starting to feel like the bow was a long-lost possession that she was all too happy to find again.
The shuffle of feet above her made her freeze, holding the bow out in front of her in a protective gesture. The lid on the chest was lifted, the bottom removed and Sango slipped through the opening quickly. She was followed by the men, forcing Kagome to back up. “You're alright,” she breathed to them, smiling in greeting despite knowing the humans couldn't see her in the dark. They both touched her shoulder in response, Miroku whispering that he would take the lead to get them out. Inuyasha pull the lid closed, the false bottom into place, and took up the rear. Kagome eagerly gripped onto Sango's clothing where she indicated, feeling the warmth of her husband at her back.
“You alright?” he murmured to her as they trudged, bent at an angle, through the pitch dark tunnels. She made a small grunt to reassure him, concentrating on the floor under her feet. The tunnels were mostly intact, but the occasional loose rock had fallen, making one or more of them stumble. “Tunnel comes out on the cove. Monk keeps a boat there,” Inuyasha told her as they came to a stop. The entrance was hidden with brush and small boulders. Inuyasha wiggled his way past them all to help Miroku move the large stones, sniffing carefully and listening for anyone that might notice their escape. Indicating that there wasn't anyone to worry about, he pushed several of the larger rocks out of the way and went out first. Kagome saw the light of the sun shine in his hair, the bright red of his haori and hakama making her sigh in relief. He'd exchanged them for his wedding attire. Further protection against anything that might try to hurt him. Kagome followed Sango out slowly as the men stood guard around the entrance. Sango went to the boat pulled aground and tethered to a post. She efficiently readied it for hitting the water, getting help from Kagome to push it closer. Inuyasha and Miroku hid the tunnel entrance again while they got into the boat. Miroku was the next to join them, staff poised to push them out into the water. “Inuyasha, quickly.” The hanyou hesitated only a moment longer before leaping to the side of the boat, helping the monk shove off. He hopped in at the last moment, eyes and ears still trained on the shoreline.
When they were far enough out to see it, Kagome saw that her little cottage was on fire. She almost bolted to her feet, stopped by Inuyasha's hand on her shoulder. “My house,” she whimpered. Everything she had owned, all she had brought with her from her family, was in that house. Inuyasha tucked her into his embrace, holding her close as she cried.
“It's gonna be alright Kagome. I got you, I got you,” he murmured into her hair, rocking her along with the boat. The monk and slayer took the first turn rowing, looking on their friend with sad eyes. Their wedding day had been ruined. The villagers were clearly under the control of Naraku in some way or another and he had used the mob to drive them out. Whatever Naraku had hoped to find without their interference, Inuyasha wasn't sure, but he had a feeling that he wouldn't find it. That meant he would come looking for them again.
I hope everyone enjoyed that! Please leave a review if you should so choose. I love hearing what you guys think of the stories. Thank you to those who have added the story to their alerts even though I haven't updated a chapter in approximately a century...
Disclaimer: Blah blah, I don't own anything. My car is barely mine let alone the wonderful works of fiction from whence my ideas have come. The divergent plot line is mine I suppose, but that's about it.
Kagome froze as soon as she and Sango walked through the door. Inuyasha stood near the entrance, looking out into the morning light. The rising sun caught his hair, reflecting golden light in his silver mane. His ears seemed to notice her first, turning toward her before he fully turned his head to look at her. His eyes betrayed his wonder. He stood up straighter, the dress robes looking much better on him than Kagome would have expected. “Kagome...” She took another step forward and he mirrored her.
Before the two reached one another, Miroku stepped between them, a slight grin on his face. “Now, now. We have to actually perform the ceremony before you two...”
“Monk,” Inuyasha growled. His cheeks were slightly pinked, making it quite clear he'd known what Miroku was going to say. Miroku chuckled and led the two of them up to the shrine, helping Kagome kneel beside Inuyasha when they reached it. The couple struggled not to fidget as the monk began the ceremony, opening with a prayer to quiet the spirit of Kagome's dead husband, more a precaution than anything. Despite knowing the wolf would not be coming back, that the monk had dispersed his ashes as well as anything that remained of his aura, Inuyasha felt better after the prayer. Any extra protection against anything taking his Kagome away from him was fine by him.
Miroku began the cleansing part of the ceremony. The solemnity of the occasion was slightly oppressive, but the four people in the temple soon realized Miroku's chanting was not causing the feeling. The sound of pounding feet and the murmur of angry voices reached Inuyasha's ears first. He tried to ignore it, but when Sango's head tilted next, her eyes directed toward the town, he knew he hadn't been imagining it. "Finish quickly Houshi-sama," she whispered. Kagome looked up, unsure what was going on.
Catching on, the monk skipped the more traditional, strictly ceremonial parts of the marriage service to get to the good part. When both Kagome and Inuyasha had agreed to be united, to protect and care for one another, he asked them to join hands. "May you live long lives together, love and protect each other and raise beautiful children together," he murmured, smiling slightly at the blushes on their cheeks. Resting his hand over their joined hands, he gave his final blessing. The faint glow that emanated from the couple's hands was missed by all, as the sound of the growing mob had become too loud to ignore, fists pounding on the wall that surrounded the temple.
"Stay here," Inuyasha whispered to Kagome, leaning forward to gently nuzzle her ear and squeeze her hand. She nodded, but her breath caught in her throat at the thought that something might happen to him. "I'll be fine." He smirked at her, nodding to the slayer and heading toward the front of the temple.
"Miroku-sama, why have they come here?"
The monk sighed, taking his staff and motioning for Kagome to follow him. He led her into the deeper parts of the temple, to his own room. "I fear that your wedding day will not be the day of joy you hoped for Kagome-sama. I have no doubt that Naraku has been watching us all and he has likely alerted the townspeople to the fact of your marriage to Inuyasha. They are small-minded people..." A roar made them both freeze. "Stay here Kagome-sama. You will be safe here, if nowhere else. I have to keep Inuyasha from harming any of the villagers." He made his way back to the door. He paused, almost as an afterthought, "The path to enlightenment has many doors, Kagome-sama. Never feel trapped in your path." Kagome couldn't understand why he was giving her advice at a time like this!
When she moved to protest, Miroku glanced meaningfully toward a chest in the corner. Kagome bit her lip, but made no gesture to acknowledge his hint. He turned quickly and left, shutting the door tightly behind him. Kagome felt the weight of her seclusion acutely, pulling her knees up to her chest as she sat on Miroku's futon. Why was it the kami did not wish her to be happy? A moment so wonderful, the day she had finally become united to someone of her own choosing, the man she loved and loved her in return, was quickly spinning out of control.
Another roar, from the crowd this time made her flinch. Things were clearly not going well outside. Why was she sitting around here, hoping everything would work itself out? Clearly standing by and hoping had done her no good before. But how to help... Glancing around, she gave the chest Miroku had indicated another look. It seemed ordinary enough. Lifting herself off of the futon, she stepped toward it. The lid was heavy, but once she got it open, she realized exactly why Miroku had wanted it open. A pair of dark blue hakama and a matching haori lay folded beside a twin set in bright red. Something about the red clothing felt familiar, as though she'd felt it before. The fabric was nothing she'd ever seen before, some sort of animal fur she wasn't familiar with. Touching the collar of the red haori brought on a strange sensation of tingling... much the way it felt when Inuyasha touched her. “These are his,” she whispered. Looking then at the other set, she was curious to know who they belonged to. They were made of the same material and smaller than Inuyasha's. Made for a woman more than likely. She tried not to allow doubt into her heart. A small scroll lay underneath both sets of clothing and she pulled it out, feeling guilty but needing to know.
“My darling boy,” was clearly not the beginning she had anticipated. “I do not know what our future holds, and your future once I am gone is even less certain. Your father had these made for you to protect you... and one day your mate as well. Once you find her, and I know you will, protect her with all that you are. Knowing you as I do, she will do the same for you.” Kagome smiled a little to herself. So even that young his protective and loyal nature was evident. “Someday you will find yourself in the situation that your father and I did and you will face it with strength and the love of your mate at your side. Your children will be beautiful. I am only sorry that I will not see their faces. Live an even more wonderful life than the one you have given me. Your loving mother.”
Kagome carefully put the scroll away before slowly pulling the blue set of clothing from the chest. The familiar tingling that she had experienced from the red set was fainter, but still there. Contemplating them for a moment, Kagome finally released the breath she'd been holding and moved to put them on. The hakama were softer on the inside than she had expected, but she could feel the innate strength of the material. She left her yukata on and slipped the haori over herself, tucking it into the hakama before tying off the whole ensemble. She felt braver, stronger, more sure of her own powers as well as her connection with Inuyasha.
The faint smell of something musty made her look down. She could have sworn the clothing was stored properly. A small hole, barely large enough for a little finger, was cut in the top right corner of the bottom of the chest. Kagome, unable to curb her curiosity, pressed her fingertip to the hole and felt a slightly chill breeze. There was something underneath. Pulling Inuyasha's clothing from the chest and placing the scroll inside her own, she dug her finger into the hole and pulled up the false floor of the chest. There was a dark hole. An escape route?
The roar of the crowd outside rose in volume and she heard footsteps roaring into the temple. Panicking, Kagome scooped up everything, including her wedding dress, and ducked into the hole. It wasn't too far to the bottom but it was dark. Closing the chest lid made it darker still and she placed the false bottom quickly and carefully. Kagome tried to calm her breathing and stay as still as possible. The door flew open and frantic footsteps echoed in the room. She heard a sharp growl and she held her breath, not wanting to risk being heard by whoever... whatever was above. The door closed more quietly and she waited, eyes wide and watching above her. “Kagome?” The whispered voice was hard to distinguish. “Kagome, I know you're still in here. Where are you?” Inuyasha? Kagome struggled not to leap up and reveal herself. It might not be him. “I know you're scared. The villagers aren't giving up, but I can get you out of here.” His voice was near the wardrobe, clearly looking for her.
She heard the lid of the chest open and the tiny pinprick of light from the hole in the false bottom glared into her dark hiding place. She was caught no matter if it was her husband or not.
“Stay in there. I'll come down once I get the others,” the voice muttered just above her.
Kagome breathed deeply. So it was him. He knew she was there and he would come back for her. “Inuyasha, wait,” she breathed. She heard him pause. He lifted just the corner of the false bottom and she saw his brilliant golden eyes take her in. She held out his clothing. “They're yours. Wear them. They'll protect you better, won't they?” His gaze studied the clothing for a moment before recognition seemed to light them.
“My fire rat. I forgot Miroku was storing them for me.” His hand reached for her as well as the red fabric, a comforting vibration of sensation running up the length of her arm at his touch. “It's good to see you in those,” he said softly. “Stay hidden.” She nodded resolutely as the darkness engulfed her again. Kneeling down to wait, Kagome pressed a hand to her heart. For a moment she had been terrified that Naraku had made it into the temple somehow and had found her. As her heart stopped racing, Kagome rest her other hand against the wall to help herself up. The rock crumbled under her fingers revealing a compartment of some kind.
Curious, but fearful of what she could have uncovered by accident, Kagome gently infused her fingertips with her power. It was difficult at first, as she'd never really done it. But she managed. At least she would be protected from anything demonic she might encounter. Instead a long sturdy piece of wood met her hand, wedged into the crevasse she'd uncovered. As soon as her fingers met it she felt a soft zing of familiarity, of greeting, in a way very similar to how it felt when Inuyasha touched her.
An unstrung bow, likely from age. Kagome could only feel the smooth wood and the length of it in the dark, but the shape made it pretty clear. She was afraid to dig further to see if there were perhaps a quiver or arrows in there as well so she continued to manually study the weapon in her hands. It felt more familiar the more she touched it, an odd sensation as she had never held a bow in her life. Other than to clean out the weapons storage in the big house back in her village, Kagome had rarely even seen one. But she was starting to feel like the bow was a long-lost possession that she was all too happy to find again.
The shuffle of feet above her made her freeze, holding the bow out in front of her in a protective gesture. The lid on the chest was lifted, the bottom removed and Sango slipped through the opening quickly. She was followed by the men, forcing Kagome to back up. “You're alright,” she breathed to them, smiling in greeting despite knowing the humans couldn't see her in the dark. They both touched her shoulder in response, Miroku whispering that he would take the lead to get them out. Inuyasha pull the lid closed, the false bottom into place, and took up the rear. Kagome eagerly gripped onto Sango's clothing where she indicated, feeling the warmth of her husband at her back.
“You alright?” he murmured to her as they trudged, bent at an angle, through the pitch dark tunnels. She made a small grunt to reassure him, concentrating on the floor under her feet. The tunnels were mostly intact, but the occasional loose rock had fallen, making one or more of them stumble. “Tunnel comes out on the cove. Monk keeps a boat there,” Inuyasha told her as they came to a stop. The entrance was hidden with brush and small boulders. Inuyasha wiggled his way past them all to help Miroku move the large stones, sniffing carefully and listening for anyone that might notice their escape. Indicating that there wasn't anyone to worry about, he pushed several of the larger rocks out of the way and went out first. Kagome saw the light of the sun shine in his hair, the bright red of his haori and hakama making her sigh in relief. He'd exchanged them for his wedding attire. Further protection against anything that might try to hurt him. Kagome followed Sango out slowly as the men stood guard around the entrance. Sango went to the boat pulled aground and tethered to a post. She efficiently readied it for hitting the water, getting help from Kagome to push it closer. Inuyasha and Miroku hid the tunnel entrance again while they got into the boat. Miroku was the next to join them, staff poised to push them out into the water. “Inuyasha, quickly.” The hanyou hesitated only a moment longer before leaping to the side of the boat, helping the monk shove off. He hopped in at the last moment, eyes and ears still trained on the shoreline.
When they were far enough out to see it, Kagome saw that her little cottage was on fire. She almost bolted to her feet, stopped by Inuyasha's hand on her shoulder. “My house,” she whimpered. Everything she had owned, all she had brought with her from her family, was in that house. Inuyasha tucked her into his embrace, holding her close as she cried.
“It's gonna be alright Kagome. I got you, I got you,” he murmured into her hair, rocking her along with the boat. The monk and slayer took the first turn rowing, looking on their friend with sad eyes. Their wedding day had been ruined. The villagers were clearly under the control of Naraku in some way or another and he had used the mob to drive them out. Whatever Naraku had hoped to find without their interference, Inuyasha wasn't sure, but he had a feeling that he wouldn't find it. That meant he would come looking for them again.
I hope everyone enjoyed that! Please leave a review if you should so choose. I love hearing what you guys think of the stories. Thank you to those who have added the story to their alerts even though I haven't updated a chapter in approximately a century...