InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Against All Odds ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Tory 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Suspense / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.16.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 620 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Suspense / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.16.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 620 | Status: Work In Progress
Author’s Note,
I have been busy, busy, busy! Sorry that I haven’t updated. Last night, July 14th, I went to the Midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows part 2. I was so tired this morning! Lol. Just have to say that movie was the shiiiiit! Needless to say, two hours before the movie started, there was one hell of a line waiting outside of the theater. Haha. Go see it!
Chapter Eleven
Those beads breaking, Kagome hadn’t even know that that was possible. As each pebble, as each claw hit the floor, the sounded echoed in her mind like a death drum. That one word should have brought him to his knees, pushed his Demon back to the depths of his mind but somehow, somewhere along the way, his Demon’s rage had outweighed that of the Subjugation charm.
God, Kagome wished she could sense his aura. Anything, anything at all. She couldn’t even see it. She didn’t even bother cursing Naraku. He had been justly deserved. Giving up didn’t even cross her mind. Inuyasha was still there, no matter the Demon looking through his eyes. Her Inuyasha was still there inside—somewhere. She had always been able to bring him back and this time would be no different. She refused to back down from the man that she loved. Her soul refused to back away from him, to give up hope, but that didn’t stop the fear that coursed through her body, the undeniable doubt of “what if”.
What if she couldn’t bring him back?
What if she couldn’t stop him?
“Inuyasha, come back to me. Please.” Her words were broken, soft. She felt torn inside and seeing him like this, knowing he wouldn’t even remember how close he’d come to dealing them death…Inuyasha hated the thought of innocent blood on his hands. But even as she said the words, said his name and called him to her, her heart skipped a beat as he lifted his head, those crimson eyes staring straight through her. Death stared at her, marking her.
Oh God.
Denial rose up, fear hard on its end. Like any other human, she didn’t want to die; that fear wasn’t all. “No, Inuyasha, stop. Listen to me, my voice. You know me. Kagome.” If he came too with the smell and sight of her blood on his hands, Kagome feared the worst—that he would take his own life. But the look in his eyes, the step he took towards her, spoke as if he hadn’t even heard her. Or that he didn’t care. The Demon rage in his eyes, the killing glee that pushed at the edge there, was everything inside of him. She couldn’t stop the automatic move that took her backwards as he stalked towards her and then lifted his bloodied hand.
“No, Inuyasha—“ Kagome whispered, horror and despair filling her at the sight of death—hers—in his blood red eyes as he lunged at her.
But nothing happened. Nothing but the large, electric shock that tore through the air, encompassing Inuyasha’s body. His body convulsed in midair and she heard the ruptured vocal cords that growled, the pain evident there in his voice. Kagome spun around, her lungs seizing as she stared at the tiny baby lying so innocent behind her.
“Stop, you’re killing him. You can’t—“ The baby was hurting Inuyasha and she didn’t care that he was tearing apart the Demon Inuyasha, forcing shockwaves of burning pain through his body—that was still Inuyasha. That child—her child—her image, was killing the man she loved. Those eyes were her own, the eyes trained on Inuyasha; the locks of hair so similar. Her child.
“Stop—“
Those brown eyes turned her way, confusion and knowledge in the molten depths. Images—feelings—surged through her.
Warmeth. Protection.
Kagome knew the moment the baby released Inuyasha from the brutal shocking hold. His body crashed to the ground but he was up in seconds, the look in his eyes more crazed. He went for the person closest to him—Kagome.
Her cry filled her mind as the world tilted. There was no touch, no pain that filled her body—no death. She didn’t realize what had happened until she was staring at Inuyasha’s back. But that left Miroku and Sango directly in his path. Her mind howled a denial as she turned away from the baby—he’d saved her again, but at the cost to Miroku and Sango. Through the rushing in her ears, she couldn’t hear. She’d be damned if she’d let Inuyasha have the death of his friends, his family, on his hands.
His back was to her but she knew that wouldn’t mean a thing. If he heard her, if he sensed her; and he likely would; then they would all die. She didn’t think about dying at his hands. She didn’t think about anything. She barely registered the soft cry as she tore off towards Inuyasha. She didn’t know how she made it, how he didn’t know; maybe he was too focused on Miroku and Sango, but she reached him. She jerked Tessaiga backwards and from its sheath. The blade hissed out and she heard him snarl but she didn’t let him turn.
Her heart twisted, broke, as she stabbed Tessaiga’s blade through Inuyasha’s middle. It slid easily through skin and muscle, through his back from behind. She felt his body jerk and then freeze. Something inside her broke as she stared down at the blade buried in his back. “I’m so sorry, Inuyasha.” Kagome finally whispered. If that hadn’t stopped the Demon in its tracks then Kagome knew they were lost. Her hands shook as she withdrew the Bloody Tessaiga from his back. She heard him mutter something as Tessaiga cleared his body.
“Inuyasha?” Kagome dropped the bloody Tessaige to the ground and she didn’t think it was possible for her heart to hurt even more until Inuyasha collapsed, sinking to his knees. Her knees almost buckled as she walked around him, terrified of what she might see. What she saw had her knees buckling. She collapsed at his knees and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him against her.
“Oh God, Inuyasha, I’m sorry. I couldn’t…I couldn’t bring you back any other way.”
“Ka..Kagome…?”
Kagome lifted her head at the hesitant, pained stridden voice. The same golden eyes she had seen seconds ago stared at her.
“I couldn’t help myself, Kagome. …S’ fucking sorry…” Inuyasha muttered.
A shudder wracked her body, relief, as she felt his arms come around her. This was Inuyasha. This was the man that she loved—her Inuyasha. “Inuyasha, he’s dead. Naraku…he’s gone.” She didn’t know if he remembered everything, but that, she had to tell him. They were free. All of them. His arms tightened around her at the words and Kagome wanted to sob at the feel. All those years of fighting, of the pain and death that had followed, it was finally to an end. He held her in silence, just holding her, but that was enough.
The silence was broken by a small, gurgling wail. Kagome lifted her head and looks towards the sound but she already knew what it was. She could see the flickering force field around the baby before finally, it disappeared the baby was slowly lowered to the ground. For the first time since those events had taken place, the baby let out a cry.
Inuyasha tightened his hold around her and clenched his teeth against the pain that numbed his abdomen as he tried to stand. “Help me up, Kagome.”
Kagome tore her eyes from the crying infant. She circled Inuyasha’s waist and helped him to his feet but not before Inuyasha picked up Tessaiga. “S…stand back.” Kagome was reluctant to release him because she was sure he couldn’t stand on his own; not for long. But she took a tentative step back and watched as he turned. He turned towards the baby and lifted Tessaiga, hefting the sword up halfway over his shoulder as it transformed.
“Windscar!”
Kagome felt her heart jump. Something inside her rose up hard and fast. An undeniable pain—denial. “Inuyasha, no!” Her scream rose up. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his from behind, jerking his arms up inches. The Windscar blew upwards, missing its intended target completely.
Something inside of her had cringed at the thought of Inuyasha killing that infant. It was an instinct, something that she could not allow. The thought of that child dying…Oh God, that child was her baby. It didn’t matter that it was born of Naraku’s blood, his body, that was still her child. That cry called to her, a Mother’s Intuition, and she felt what it was like to be a mother for the first time. She didn’t realize it until now. It didn’t matter that the baby had tried to kill Inuyasha—that child was hers and she loved him. There was no way to describe what she felt.
“Kagome, we have to kill it. If we don’t, it’ll kill us. That’s what Naraku made it for.” Inuyasha said through clenched teeth, struggling to say on his feet. What the hell was she doing?
Kagome moved away from Inuyasha, her mind torn but that didn’t stop her. That child, that infant—hers—cried, his tiny arms and legs moving, as if he were just like any other child. And he just lay there, so powerful and weak at the same time—but alone.
“Kagome, get away from it—what are you doing?” Inuyasha took a step forward, his sword raised, ready to defend at the second. The look in his golden eyes hardened, disbelief filling them as Kagome bent and picked up the baby. At once there was silence. “Kagome—“
“I can’t, Inuyasha.”
Those three words were filled with tears, her voice shaking as she stared down at the baby in her arms. Inuyasha didn’t like the look in her eyes. Hell, that baby had a hold on her. A spell? “Dammit, Kagome, snap out of it—“
Kagome lifted her head at his words. The baby was light in her arms and at that, she realized this was her first time holding him. He’d stopped crying the moment she had picked him up. God, he was so small. It didn’t seem he could hold such power and be so small. “Inuyasha, he’s not…this is me, Inuyasha. I’m not under a spell. He’s…I can’t…”
Inuyasha cursed as a tear rolled down her cheek. No, no, no. That baby was Naraku’s. “Kagome…”
“He’s still my child, Inuyasha…my baby.” He wasn’t evil. He wasn’t like Naraku. Kagome refused to believe that. Holding him like this, she couldn’t conceive of him being evil. He may have been conceived by Naraku but this child in her arms was hers. Half of what he was, was her. “He’s not like him, Inuyasha.”
“Fuck, Kagome, you saw what he did.” Inuyasha cursed, he had to make Kagome understand. That baby had to die. Anything by Naraku had to.
“Inuyasha…I love you.” She looked at him as she said it and then lowered her eyes to the infant in her arms. “But…” Kagome knew she had a critical choice to make. She loved Inuyasha with every fiber of her being and she had for many years now. But she loved this baby in her arms, too. He’d die without her. He needed her. But she wasn’t stupid. Inuyasha accepting a child of Naraku’s? “Inuyasha…I love you.” She said again. “But…he needs me.”
“Dammit, Kagome—“
“I’ll take him back home with me.” She had thought that when she returned home it would be to tell her mother goodbye. She had imagined that she would spend her life with Inuyasha. But this…this changed everything. She had to make a choice and choosing this—she couldn’t be with Inuyasha. Her mother had always said that being a mother came first. She just hadn’t realized the true meaning of that until now.
“Dammit, Kagome, he’s evil, he’s sick like Narkau—“
“Inuyasha…he’s still a part of me.” She saw the way Inuyasha tensed when she started towards him but he didn’t back away. That was Inuyasha. He didn’t back away from anything. “Look at him, Inuyasha…does he look evil to you?” She should have rephrased that because she remembered the horror of how the baby had nearly killed Inuyasha. She lifted her head as Inuyasha tensed, his muscles bulging—
“No.” Kagome whispered, staring down at the baby in her arms, her eyes imploring. “I love that man. Don’t hurt him.” She could feel the baby’s revulsion towards Inuyasha and it almost broke her heart. But he understood her. That gave her hope. “Don’t hurt him. He’s everything to me.” She whispered and lifted her head. She could see the visible ease of Inuyasha’s muscle but that didn’t change the hard look in his eyes, the cautious look to him.
“Do you see, Inuyasha?” Kagome whispered at last. “He’s still my baby…I can’t.” She couldn’t choose Inuyasha over this child in her arms. Her newfound Mother’s heart wouldn’t allow it. Her eyes implored for him to understand. For him to come to her accept this.
“Kagome…I…I can’t. I don’t think I can.”
Her heart twisted. She was going to lose Inuyasha.
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I have been busy, busy, busy! Sorry that I haven’t updated. Last night, July 14th, I went to the Midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows part 2. I was so tired this morning! Lol. Just have to say that movie was the shiiiiit! Needless to say, two hours before the movie started, there was one hell of a line waiting outside of the theater. Haha. Go see it!
Chapter Eleven
Those beads breaking, Kagome hadn’t even know that that was possible. As each pebble, as each claw hit the floor, the sounded echoed in her mind like a death drum. That one word should have brought him to his knees, pushed his Demon back to the depths of his mind but somehow, somewhere along the way, his Demon’s rage had outweighed that of the Subjugation charm.
God, Kagome wished she could sense his aura. Anything, anything at all. She couldn’t even see it. She didn’t even bother cursing Naraku. He had been justly deserved. Giving up didn’t even cross her mind. Inuyasha was still there, no matter the Demon looking through his eyes. Her Inuyasha was still there inside—somewhere. She had always been able to bring him back and this time would be no different. She refused to back down from the man that she loved. Her soul refused to back away from him, to give up hope, but that didn’t stop the fear that coursed through her body, the undeniable doubt of “what if”.
What if she couldn’t bring him back?
What if she couldn’t stop him?
“Inuyasha, come back to me. Please.” Her words were broken, soft. She felt torn inside and seeing him like this, knowing he wouldn’t even remember how close he’d come to dealing them death…Inuyasha hated the thought of innocent blood on his hands. But even as she said the words, said his name and called him to her, her heart skipped a beat as he lifted his head, those crimson eyes staring straight through her. Death stared at her, marking her.
Oh God.
Denial rose up, fear hard on its end. Like any other human, she didn’t want to die; that fear wasn’t all. “No, Inuyasha, stop. Listen to me, my voice. You know me. Kagome.” If he came too with the smell and sight of her blood on his hands, Kagome feared the worst—that he would take his own life. But the look in his eyes, the step he took towards her, spoke as if he hadn’t even heard her. Or that he didn’t care. The Demon rage in his eyes, the killing glee that pushed at the edge there, was everything inside of him. She couldn’t stop the automatic move that took her backwards as he stalked towards her and then lifted his bloodied hand.
“No, Inuyasha—“ Kagome whispered, horror and despair filling her at the sight of death—hers—in his blood red eyes as he lunged at her.
But nothing happened. Nothing but the large, electric shock that tore through the air, encompassing Inuyasha’s body. His body convulsed in midair and she heard the ruptured vocal cords that growled, the pain evident there in his voice. Kagome spun around, her lungs seizing as she stared at the tiny baby lying so innocent behind her.
“Stop, you’re killing him. You can’t—“ The baby was hurting Inuyasha and she didn’t care that he was tearing apart the Demon Inuyasha, forcing shockwaves of burning pain through his body—that was still Inuyasha. That child—her child—her image, was killing the man she loved. Those eyes were her own, the eyes trained on Inuyasha; the locks of hair so similar. Her child.
“Stop—“
Those brown eyes turned her way, confusion and knowledge in the molten depths. Images—feelings—surged through her.
Warmeth. Protection.
Kagome knew the moment the baby released Inuyasha from the brutal shocking hold. His body crashed to the ground but he was up in seconds, the look in his eyes more crazed. He went for the person closest to him—Kagome.
Her cry filled her mind as the world tilted. There was no touch, no pain that filled her body—no death. She didn’t realize what had happened until she was staring at Inuyasha’s back. But that left Miroku and Sango directly in his path. Her mind howled a denial as she turned away from the baby—he’d saved her again, but at the cost to Miroku and Sango. Through the rushing in her ears, she couldn’t hear. She’d be damned if she’d let Inuyasha have the death of his friends, his family, on his hands.
His back was to her but she knew that wouldn’t mean a thing. If he heard her, if he sensed her; and he likely would; then they would all die. She didn’t think about dying at his hands. She didn’t think about anything. She barely registered the soft cry as she tore off towards Inuyasha. She didn’t know how she made it, how he didn’t know; maybe he was too focused on Miroku and Sango, but she reached him. She jerked Tessaiga backwards and from its sheath. The blade hissed out and she heard him snarl but she didn’t let him turn.
Her heart twisted, broke, as she stabbed Tessaiga’s blade through Inuyasha’s middle. It slid easily through skin and muscle, through his back from behind. She felt his body jerk and then freeze. Something inside her broke as she stared down at the blade buried in his back. “I’m so sorry, Inuyasha.” Kagome finally whispered. If that hadn’t stopped the Demon in its tracks then Kagome knew they were lost. Her hands shook as she withdrew the Bloody Tessaiga from his back. She heard him mutter something as Tessaiga cleared his body.
“Inuyasha?” Kagome dropped the bloody Tessaige to the ground and she didn’t think it was possible for her heart to hurt even more until Inuyasha collapsed, sinking to his knees. Her knees almost buckled as she walked around him, terrified of what she might see. What she saw had her knees buckling. She collapsed at his knees and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him against her.
“Oh God, Inuyasha, I’m sorry. I couldn’t…I couldn’t bring you back any other way.”
“Ka..Kagome…?”
Kagome lifted her head at the hesitant, pained stridden voice. The same golden eyes she had seen seconds ago stared at her.
“I couldn’t help myself, Kagome. …S’ fucking sorry…” Inuyasha muttered.
A shudder wracked her body, relief, as she felt his arms come around her. This was Inuyasha. This was the man that she loved—her Inuyasha. “Inuyasha, he’s dead. Naraku…he’s gone.” She didn’t know if he remembered everything, but that, she had to tell him. They were free. All of them. His arms tightened around her at the words and Kagome wanted to sob at the feel. All those years of fighting, of the pain and death that had followed, it was finally to an end. He held her in silence, just holding her, but that was enough.
The silence was broken by a small, gurgling wail. Kagome lifted her head and looks towards the sound but she already knew what it was. She could see the flickering force field around the baby before finally, it disappeared the baby was slowly lowered to the ground. For the first time since those events had taken place, the baby let out a cry.
Inuyasha tightened his hold around her and clenched his teeth against the pain that numbed his abdomen as he tried to stand. “Help me up, Kagome.”
Kagome tore her eyes from the crying infant. She circled Inuyasha’s waist and helped him to his feet but not before Inuyasha picked up Tessaiga. “S…stand back.” Kagome was reluctant to release him because she was sure he couldn’t stand on his own; not for long. But she took a tentative step back and watched as he turned. He turned towards the baby and lifted Tessaiga, hefting the sword up halfway over his shoulder as it transformed.
“Windscar!”
Kagome felt her heart jump. Something inside her rose up hard and fast. An undeniable pain—denial. “Inuyasha, no!” Her scream rose up. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his from behind, jerking his arms up inches. The Windscar blew upwards, missing its intended target completely.
Something inside of her had cringed at the thought of Inuyasha killing that infant. It was an instinct, something that she could not allow. The thought of that child dying…Oh God, that child was her baby. It didn’t matter that it was born of Naraku’s blood, his body, that was still her child. That cry called to her, a Mother’s Intuition, and she felt what it was like to be a mother for the first time. She didn’t realize it until now. It didn’t matter that the baby had tried to kill Inuyasha—that child was hers and she loved him. There was no way to describe what she felt.
“Kagome, we have to kill it. If we don’t, it’ll kill us. That’s what Naraku made it for.” Inuyasha said through clenched teeth, struggling to say on his feet. What the hell was she doing?
Kagome moved away from Inuyasha, her mind torn but that didn’t stop her. That child, that infant—hers—cried, his tiny arms and legs moving, as if he were just like any other child. And he just lay there, so powerful and weak at the same time—but alone.
“Kagome, get away from it—what are you doing?” Inuyasha took a step forward, his sword raised, ready to defend at the second. The look in his golden eyes hardened, disbelief filling them as Kagome bent and picked up the baby. At once there was silence. “Kagome—“
“I can’t, Inuyasha.”
Those three words were filled with tears, her voice shaking as she stared down at the baby in her arms. Inuyasha didn’t like the look in her eyes. Hell, that baby had a hold on her. A spell? “Dammit, Kagome, snap out of it—“
Kagome lifted her head at his words. The baby was light in her arms and at that, she realized this was her first time holding him. He’d stopped crying the moment she had picked him up. God, he was so small. It didn’t seem he could hold such power and be so small. “Inuyasha, he’s not…this is me, Inuyasha. I’m not under a spell. He’s…I can’t…”
Inuyasha cursed as a tear rolled down her cheek. No, no, no. That baby was Naraku’s. “Kagome…”
“He’s still my child, Inuyasha…my baby.” He wasn’t evil. He wasn’t like Naraku. Kagome refused to believe that. Holding him like this, she couldn’t conceive of him being evil. He may have been conceived by Naraku but this child in her arms was hers. Half of what he was, was her. “He’s not like him, Inuyasha.”
“Fuck, Kagome, you saw what he did.” Inuyasha cursed, he had to make Kagome understand. That baby had to die. Anything by Naraku had to.
“Inuyasha…I love you.” She looked at him as she said it and then lowered her eyes to the infant in her arms. “But…” Kagome knew she had a critical choice to make. She loved Inuyasha with every fiber of her being and she had for many years now. But she loved this baby in her arms, too. He’d die without her. He needed her. But she wasn’t stupid. Inuyasha accepting a child of Naraku’s? “Inuyasha…I love you.” She said again. “But…he needs me.”
“Dammit, Kagome—“
“I’ll take him back home with me.” She had thought that when she returned home it would be to tell her mother goodbye. She had imagined that she would spend her life with Inuyasha. But this…this changed everything. She had to make a choice and choosing this—she couldn’t be with Inuyasha. Her mother had always said that being a mother came first. She just hadn’t realized the true meaning of that until now.
“Dammit, Kagome, he’s evil, he’s sick like Narkau—“
“Inuyasha…he’s still a part of me.” She saw the way Inuyasha tensed when she started towards him but he didn’t back away. That was Inuyasha. He didn’t back away from anything. “Look at him, Inuyasha…does he look evil to you?” She should have rephrased that because she remembered the horror of how the baby had nearly killed Inuyasha. She lifted her head as Inuyasha tensed, his muscles bulging—
“No.” Kagome whispered, staring down at the baby in her arms, her eyes imploring. “I love that man. Don’t hurt him.” She could feel the baby’s revulsion towards Inuyasha and it almost broke her heart. But he understood her. That gave her hope. “Don’t hurt him. He’s everything to me.” She whispered and lifted her head. She could see the visible ease of Inuyasha’s muscle but that didn’t change the hard look in his eyes, the cautious look to him.
“Do you see, Inuyasha?” Kagome whispered at last. “He’s still my baby…I can’t.” She couldn’t choose Inuyasha over this child in her arms. Her newfound Mother’s heart wouldn’t allow it. Her eyes implored for him to understand. For him to come to her accept this.
“Kagome…I…I can’t. I don’t think I can.”
Her heart twisted. She was going to lose Inuyasha.
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