InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Thousand Little Deaths ❯ Use Me ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Inuyasha, its plot, or any of it's characters. They are the sole property of Rumiko Takahashi.

AN/ I know it's not an update for Petals falling (yes, I changed the name. Sorry.) For information on how it's coming along, you can go to my blog. The link's on my bio page.

This will be a series of interelated one-shots.

Suggested Listening: “All of This” by Blink-182

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A Thousand Little Deaths

Use Me

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The glowing cerulean eyes of the wolf loomed over her as he covered her with his body. His hand wandered over her plump breasts, her trim waist, down her leg to grip her calf and pull her leg up to better angle himself at her entrance. With one quick thrust he was moving inside her and setting flame to her chilled flesh.

His lips trailed over the milky column of her throat, sweeping away the sorrow he smelled there and coaxing the life he felt still glowing like tiny embers in her soul. With sweet whispers and soft kisses, he pulled it from the emptiness until it was there, roiling like a wild fire just beneath the surface. His eyes moved from the junction where their bodies met to see her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. To see her like this… this is what he lived for.

Her breath came in pants, rolling out in clouds in the cool autumn air to the rhythm of their love-making. Pale, delicate hands meandered over the hard chest of the man above her. His skin was hot to the touch, almost painful to her numb fingers. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on what he was doing to her, how he made her feel.

With every kiss he stole her life and with every thrust he gave it back.

She reached down and stroked him as his thrusting came faster. Her answer was a low, animalistic growl as he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply. “Kagome,” he moaned. The love she heard there killed her.

Tears stung her eyes as he slammed into her harder. His thrusts became more desperate and frantic as he strove to reach his peak with her. She dug her dull nails into his muscled back and pulled him down to clutch him to her as they shattered together.

It lasted only a moment and then he was lying beside her, slinging a strong, tan arm around her waist and pulling her small body against himself. They laid there under the black sky, the only light from the crescent moon that looked down on them in regret. As Kagome stared up at the mocking form of the silver sentry, shame welled to the surface and formed a hard lump in her throat. Was this what she had become?

Silently, she rolled away from the warm cocoon of Kouga's arms and began to pull on the green hakama and white kimono that had been her usual dress for the last century or so. She heard rustling from behind her as the wolf sat up and reached over to help her pull the fabric up over one smooth, white shoulder.

“Where are you going now?” His gruff voice she remembered from so long ago, when her adventure had just begun, was gone with so many other things she had loved, worn smooth with time and grief. It wasn't the same as it had once been, and it never would be again. Not since…

“I don't know,” her shoulders rolled with a shrug as she stood and tied the hakama around her hips. She looked back over her shoulders with the same sad, blue eyes she'd had for as long as Kouga could remember. He'd seen her like this for so long, it was difficult to recall a time when her eyes had not held that tangible, gray sorrow. Every time she came to him, it seemed they grew duller and duller, a bit of their light being stolen with each life that passed before her.

The wolf's eyes roved over her now covered form. He watched, entranced as she pulled her wavy onyx hair away from her face and tied it back with a green ribbon. Despite the obvious lack of aging, she had changed so much. Her body was living, but her spirit was dying.

“Stay with me,” he told her. He always said that when she was about to leave.

And as always, she shook her head sadly. “You have Ayame, Kouga-kun,” she told him softly, her voice barely above a whisper. A bitter smile lifted the corners of her lips. “I don't think she would take kindly to another woman in her bed.”

“But I love you.” The light of the moon cast a silver glow over the black silk that spilled over his shoulders. She looked into his eyes and felt as if she was looking into the sun. If she tried, she could imagine they were gold…

Guilt rose inside her like a torrent. She tried to swallow it, but only choked on it. He breathed life into her with his heated kisses and passionate caresses. And just as easily, he killed her again with those words he spoke so sincerely.

The miko lowered her head, trying to hide the shame she knew was reflected in her eyes. Why did he have to look at her like that? As if she mattered? “I know, Kouga-kun,” she sighed brokenly.

The clearing was silent again, and she took this as a dismissal. Grabbing her bow from where it was propped against a nearby tree, she turned and disappeared into the forest, leaving her hope with the man she left behind in the moonlight.