InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Savage Kind of Love ❯ Dangerous Thoughts ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: This short fic is based off of an EXCELLENT song called “Violently” by Edie Carey. The angst between Inuyasha and Kagome can be well illustrated with this particular song. This is my first songfic/AU, so I hope everyone enjoys it!

REPETITIVE DISCLAIMER: All original characters and manga plot ideas belong to Rumiko Takahashi. The song “Violently” by Edie Carey can be found on her album “Call Me Home” which was produced in 2000. Lyrics for the song were borrowed from her website: www. Ediecarey . com. You can listen to her song at www. Myspace. Com / ediecarey and click on “Violently.” (remove spaces before copying & pasting into your browser) Please enjoy!

Italics: Flashbacks or song lyrics

The black of night swarmed her vision as the 1988 Lincoln crawled across the the landscape. The heater clicked audibly sending lukewarm air to fill the cracked leather interior of her precious vehicle. Flickering thoughts that claimed her attention kept her brown eyes from focusing upon the road which ranged from the worries of her car getting through the storm to old memories that should’ve been long forgotten.

It might not be much, but it was hers. It took her six months of working part-time at a local café to pay for this shop car her brother worked on in class. And to think about it, six hundred dollars at the time was worth it. Then again, it was a shop car. Which meant Souta and his classmates rebuilt it from the inside out as a class project. The engine was brand new, but the wiring was shoddy. The lights in the interior were falling from their respective places. The carpet was torn and dirtied from the feet of the ten teenage boys working on it. And they never seemed to have finished fixing the air conditioner and heating system…

So, Kagome made do with the wool gloves on her hands, the thick alpaca knitted hat upon her head, a plush indigo scarf the wrapped around her neck three times, and a black overcoat that had the deepest warmth that surrounded her lithe form.

The clatter of the engine resounded in her empty car making her thoughts jumps and skip around. Voices from a long ago fight between her and a man with fiery amber eyes slipped in and out of her head. Why was it that when ever the skies were gray the emotions of that night flooded back to her?

Shaking off the foreboding feelings of the past, she kept her deep brown eyes on the road. The sweet melodies of Aimee Mann drifted through the speakers that crackled at times. She hummed along, letting the song soothe her soul and calm her nerves. Kagome had to get to her destination and the visions of her catastrophic relationship were nothing but hindrances along the way. Her mother asked her to meet her at their old cabin in the mountains where she and her brother would be staying for a week this autumn. It would be perfect: the walls of pine trees flanked around the cabin, the crisp scent of falling leaves from the forest, and the deliciously warm fire awaiting her in the main room. It was going to be just what she needed…

Leaving the big city for this mini vacation made her heart leap with joy. The monotony of grad school and her research would be bliss. Escaping her part-time position at the local café also added to her relief. During the autumn, people would flock to the hot spot to get hot ciders, pumpkin spiced lattes, and hot chocolates. At times the amounts of people became too much and the repetition of the same motions would drive her close to insane. Thank goodness she only had to get through spring semester before she would receive her Ph. D. Then the real adventure of her adult life would take off.

She maneuvered her beast of a car around the bend that led her into the mountains. Every mile got her closer to her reprieve. An image flickered against the west side of her car overlooking the depths of the forest. A pair of golden eyes flashed, causing her to gasp loudly.

Kagome shook her head, “Knock it off girl. Its probably just some animal.” The feral eyes had brought him back into her mind. The man who had denied her the one thing she had ever wanted…

Growling at herself, Kagome hit the gas pedal and began to increase her speed rapidly up the mountain side. Damn him. It was his loss. Why should she dwell on it still? It had been five years since that fateful night.


The crack of thunder rumbled in her ears as the wind whipped her hair over her features. Her fingernails were piercing her palms as she clutched her hands. His words echoed in her ears sending a multitude of shockwaves through her soul.

“Kagome… We’re just too different. We just can’t survive together. It won’t work. I’m…I’m not good enough for you,” he admitted in soft, gruff tones.

“Too different? How so? We’ve made it so far, and I can’t see why you’re so scared. I love you for who you are,” the pleading in her voice was evident, and she cursed herself for sounding so desperate.

He went to reach for her, meaning to caress her cheek in a reassuring manner, but he faltered. He didn’t want to give her false hope. The various emotions that were swirling within him were vivid in the golden depths of his eyes. “If you knew who I was, you would not love me anymore. And I cannot allow you to be hurt.”

“Damn you, Inuyasha. I’m already hurt. This is hurting me. What are trying to protect me from?” Her stance stiffened as she forced herself to stare directly into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.

Kagome sniffed, disgusted with herself as a tear slipped down her cheek. She shouldn’t cry for him anymore. He didn’t deserve her tears. It happened too long ago. It shouldn’t have this kind of effect on her anymore.

She nearly jumped at the sound of her cell phone ringing. Grasping from it in the dark, her gloved hand fumbled to flip it open.

“Hello?” Kagome sniffed again.

“Kagome, hi!” came a melodious voice. There was a pause before it continued. “Are you crying? What’s the matter?”

“Sango… hi. Nothing’s the matter. I wasn’t crying. It’s awfully cold and my nose was running that’s all.”

“Sure, whatever you say. How far away are you from the cabin?”

“Um, I’d say a good twenty minutes still. If it starts to downpour again, it may take longer. Why?”

“Well, Miroku and I were thinking that a week in the mountains would be fun too! We’re renting out the cabin two miles away from yours. So you’ll have me to spend time with. Aren’t you lucky?”

Kagome snickered. “Lucky, huh? I guess I am.” She hesitated for a moment before asking, “You wouldn’t be harboring any motives for this respite, would you?”

Sango stuttered, “Wh-what? Motives! Kagome, honestly. You are paranoid.”

“I am not paranoid! I just… I know you might be worried about me."

“Well… It has been exactly five years since…” Sango trailed off, not really wanting to bring up the obvious.

Kagome took in a deep breath and responded with slight annoyance, “Yes, Sango. It’s been five years, so why should I be upset? I’m completely over it.”

Kagome could sense Sango rolling her eyes, “Right. Well, tough cookies. Miroku and I are already here. So you’ll just have to deal with a chipper girl and a perverted man. It’ll be loads of fun, I promise!”

A smile tugged at her rosey lips, “Alright Sango. I don’t mind the company, really. I’d probably go mad with Mom probing me about my life and Souta whining about not having any of his friends around. I’d be grateful for the company.”

“Good! Then we’ll get together tonight when you arrive. Your mom has already invited the hubby and me over for hot cocoa and cookies when you get here. We’ll have a lot of fun!”

“So you said. Alright, I’m almost there, so I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Sure thing! Can’t wait!”

Kagome flipped her phone shut, exhaling a long, patience-tried breath. So much for trying to ignore all of her feelings and walling herself up for a week. Maybe it was for the best. Sango and her husband Miroku had a knack for cheering her up.

The last hill was coming up, and then she could pull in to the half-mile long driveway that would lead her to a cabin filled with silly, loving people. She was happier knowing that she had them waiting for her. Perhaps she was foolish in thinking that staying alone in her thoughts would help anything.

A falling trail of notes indicated once more that she had a phone call. Shuffling around her purse, she opened her phone once more. “Hello?”

No answer. There was a sound of deep breathing, but no response.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Another moment of silence before a gruff baritone spat quickly, “I’m–I’m so sorry!” A clicked from the phone startled her as the man hung up.

The phone slipped from her hand. She knew that voice.

‘Inuyasha.’






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