InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Being Watched ❯ Being Watched: Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

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Chapter 11

The next morning, Kagome awoke. Inuyasha was still sleeping beside her on the futon. His chest continued to rise and fall with his breaths. Kagome breathed a sigh of relief, and stood from the futon. She changed from her night clothes into a comfortable outfit, and headed out of the room. She passed Shippo down the hall.

“Kagome, how is he?”

“He's still resting. He looks much better than yesterday. I figured I'd wait till you were awake to check his bandages.”

“Okay, let me know when you're ready.” Shippo headed to the room and entered.

Kagome headed to the kitchen to make some tea. Koga was sitting at the small table in the corner. “Tea was already made when I woke up. My guess is Sesshomaru made it.”

“Why do you say that?” She grabbed a cup from the cupboard.

“It has a `fuck you' taste to it…” He grimaced at his last sip.

“I see. I can make another pot of tea, if you like.” Kagome picked up the pot and took a whiff. He wasn't kidding.

“Naw, I've had my morning tea, so I'm good.” He set his empty cup in the sink and left the kitchen.

Kagome poured the remnants of the nasty smelling concoction down the drain and rinsed out the tea pot. She turned on the burner to warm up the water, and looked to see what kinds of tea were available. She found the leaves for green tea. A few minutes later, she had a new pot of green tea steeping. While it steeped, she headed down the hall to see Shippo bringing his bag into Inuyasha's room. She entered after him to see Inuyasha's eyes open.

“Kagome,” He said softly.

“You're awake, that's good. How do you feel?” she asked as she knelt beside him.

“I'm alright, just a bit groggy.” He looked toward Shippo on his other side.

Shippo gingerly lifted the bandage on his torso. “How does it look, Shippo?” He asked.

“Hmm…It's healing. Is it still giving you pain?”

“Not enough to complain about.”

“Well, just sit tight, don't get up today. I don't want your body to have complications. He really messed things up inside you. It was like a puzzle, trying to fit everything back in. It's not surprising that you're suffering only minor pain from this, though, with how quickly you heal.”

“How long do you think it will take, Shippo?” Kagome asked.

“With this level of recovery, already? I would say another day or two, and he'll be up as if nothing happened.” Shippo replaced the bandage with a new one.

“The last time he had this level of injury was when Sesshomaru ran his poison hand through his chest. It only took him about two and a half days to recover. Only problem we had was keeping him locked-up from Naraku's enemies. He hated that we put up sutras and such to keep the evil beings out, and him in so he could fully recover. He was no higher in stature to a mongrel at that point, if you ask me.”

“Hey! Stop treating me like a dog!” He exclaimed.

“See? What'd I tell ya?” Shippo shrugged and went back to his ministrations on his other injuries.

Kagome smiled and held Inuyasha's gaze as Koga appeared in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. “How is he?”

“I'll be fine.” Inuyasha grumbled.

“Well, that's good, considering they stopped torturing me when you delivered yourself on a platter.”

“Shut up. Be thankful I saved your life.”

“Oh, I am, since my recovery time is half yours.”

Inuyasha growled. Kagome put her hand on his chest to keep him from sitting up. “Koga, he needs to rest. The stress won't help him recover.”

“Oh, the stress does just the opposite for him, I'm sure. When he transformed, his recovery time halved. His body's sustainability is what truly makes him immortal,” Shippo stated.

“Yeah, which is why I kept telling you not to worry, Kagome.” His hand covered hers, lifting it from his chest.

“Well, it's not like I knew these things about you as it was happening. For all I knew, you lived this long because you weren't gravely injured. I didn't know you had the regeneration of Wolverine.”

“Wolverine? Tsch, he's not even half as strong as I am. He's a human graced with implanted adamantium. I am half human-half spirit being. Even my blood sustains me.”

Once Shippo packed up his bag of healing supplies, the rest left the room. Kagome laid down beside Inuyasha and placed her hand on his bare chest. His right hand rested on hers, gently holding her small fingers. She stared into his beautiful, shimmery hair. She blew into his ear, and it flicked about. She giggled.

He turned his head to gaze into her eyes. His gaze was fully of love, and tenderness. They didn't speak for the longest time. She ran her right hand through his long, thick locks. His breath quickened slightly as he watched her wonderment at his features.

“Ya know,” she said breathily, “Before I saw you on that train, I never imagined a being like you could exist. When I saw you, and your hair was this color, I thought you dyed your hair, but that wasn't the case.”

He continued to eye her silently as she continued. “Then I saw your ears, and I knew that you weren't eccentric. That was when things really got `real' for me, so to speak. I think I understand why my father hated my being with you, now.”

“Why?”

“Because, you're not like him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Because your looks are otherworldly. Just the sight of you to someone who knows nothing about you can be a bit scary. I mean, the hair color, and the eye color are things to get used to, since they are very uncommon. I would imagine he saw it as an image sort of issue. Me, I could care less, as I think you are beautiful.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, Kagome. This is one of the main reasons why I love you so much. You love what sets me apart, instead of fearing or hating me for it. You embraced these things about me instead of reacting as normal humans would. That's why I choose to protect you. You are rare, Kagome,” He closed his eyes. He pressed his forehead to hers, and they slept for a while that way.

Later that day, Kagome awoke, and left the room as he continued to rest and heal. She rewarmed the tea, and had some. She also cooked for everyone remaining. Sesshomaru headed to town to catch reports on any more possible gang activity, but heard nothing, save for reports of a strange being killing a prominent accountant at his firm. One thing that surprised them all was that no one could say who, or what killed him. They all thought it was some ethereal being, and something inhuman, which authorities could not confirm.

“Huh…That's rather interesting, considering all of us were there. I guess they just couldn't describe what they saw correctly, and the authorities just let it go, thinking they were all hallucinating, or something,” Koga replied.

“Yeah, that report makes no sense,” Kagome agreed.

“Well, my thought is, I bet the authorities are just glad some `weird' person finished off the yakuza for them, since they were so tough to get rid of to begin with,” Shippo stated.

“Either way, they're covering up what happened yesterday,” Inuyasha sat up uneasily on the futon.

“You shouldn't be sitting up yet, Inuyasha,” Kagome put her hand on his shoulder.

“What do you know? I'm feeling much better than I did yesterday, and earlier today. Let me be, I'm doing fine,” he barked over his shoulder.

“Sure you are,” Shippo chided.

“Knock it off! Listen, all this gives me an uneasy feeling. I just feel like that can't all be it, can it?”

“Well, after surviving such a maniacal enemy such as Naraku would most certainly cause you to lose trust in when a conflict is truly over. Naraku never abated, until he was wiped clean from this world. You asking that question makes sense,” Koga said.

“True, I can see your point there,” Inuyasha said.

“Well, either way, my father and his men didn't get the best of you. To see you doing so well after such a terrible trauma means I chose someone stronger than even the most evil of humans.”

“Huh, if you had seen me fight against the Shichinintai, you would never have questioned my capabilities.”

“That's true! They tried to do all sorts of stuff to you and the rest of us, Inuyasha. You never told her that story?” Shippo asked.

“Not yet. There's a lot of my history she does not know. We haven't even known each other for a month yet.”

“Wait, so then she doesn't know your secret yet?”

Inuyasha smacked Shippo over the head. “Of course not, you little worm!”

“Don't smack him!” Kagome pulled on his left arm.

“Ow! Don't pull me in different directions! You'll cause my wounds to re-open!”

“Inuyasha, stop being so physical, and that won't happen!” Koga exclaimed.

“Anyway, what's this secret? Does everyone else here know?” Kagome asked.

Everyone went silent as Inuyasha closed his eyes in thought.

“I don't tell just anyone my deepest secret until a level of trust has been established. Besides, instead of tell you, I'd rather show you,” he gazed in her eyes, asking for her not to press.

“I see. What does it have to do with?”

His eyes shifted to her hand on his shoulder. “It is another side of me you haven't seen yet. It's one I rarely show to anyone, and partially why I became a hermit, mainly working at home. It's when I'm most vulnerable, and I don't like everyone to know about it.” He lifted her hand from his shoulder and kissed the back of it. “For you, though, this moment couldn't have come at a better time.”

He looked out the window, noticing the darkness of night had fallen some time ago, and the glow of the candlelight became brighter as Shippo lit another candle, setting it in the center of the room. He closed his eyes, and the energy in the room began to change. His wind rustled his hair. Kagome kept her eyes on Inuyasha as his hair went black, his dog ears sank into his skull, and his claws retreated into his cuticles on his fingers, rounding out at the tip. She gasped when it occurred to her what was happening.

He opened his eyes, and looked on her. She was met with cool, dark eyes. He looked like an ordinary Japanese man.

`If only my father had seen him in this form, he might not have put up so much of a fight,'

She reached up to run her hand through the thin, black hair. Everything about him was different, save for the determination in his eyes.

“How did this happen?” Kagome asked.

“It's the night of the New Moon. Whenever the new moon falls upon the earth, I transform into an ordinary human. I have no spiritual powers. At this time, my spirit blood is sealed away, and cannot sustain me.”

“Then, if this was the form you were in when they tortured you, you would've—“

“That's right, I would not have survived. That's why I keep this time a secret, from everyone. Only those I trust completely are worthy to know this secret. I love you, Kagome. I know you'd never betray me, so I am glad I can share this with you. Now you know everything there is to know about me.”

Everyone was silent in the room for a few moments. “So, Koga, how long are you planning on staying here?”

“I figured, since I recognized that your dog scent was dissipating, I would stick around, in case more idiots decided to attack. There's no telling that some of the men you didn't kill can't come back to fight you again, to get revenge on your brother, or you for killing their boss.”

“I see. Well, once the sun rises in the morning, you guys can be on your way.”

“But you're still too injured to fight, Inuyasha,” Kagome said.

“I'm feeling pretty good, even as a human, right now, which gives me the sign that I'll be fully healed by the end of tomorrow,” He smiled.

“Just don't get over zealous, Inuyasha. If anyone does come, and they really put up a good fight, your wounds could still be compromised.”

“Shut it, Shippo. We'll think about that if it happens. For now, I'm just going to relish this moment with Kagome, which I would appreciate it if you all left the room.” He scowled at everyone aside from Kagome.

Once the shoji slid shut, and the footsteps got softer, he turned to Kagome and kissed her tenderly. “Inuyasha, I'm not sure what you're planning to do tonight, but I don't want you to be hurt while we-“

“Come off it, Kagome. That's not what I meant. I don't think I could perform well enough tonight, even if that was on my mind, so don't worry about that. I want to lay with you, cuddle with you, and enjoy your scent. I want to experience being in your presence as a human man. That's all I want tonight. Just to hold you close, and be thankful you're with me.”

“Oh, Inuyasha…” His lips met hers, and they settled into the futon, embracing each other tenderly.

His touch was softer. The skin on his hands was even softer against her skin. His kiss was tender, and not so needy. His embrace wasn't as strong, and even his own scent was muskier. His breathing sounded relaxed, and restful. He moaned a few times, voicing ecstasy at her kisses. He truly was a different man in this form. She knew then that she had truly fallen for him.

A couple times, she pushed him back as he lost control, and began to touch her. She stopped him to remind him, and he made no fuss. He relented from taking her that night, as a few times, he moved wrong, and received a jolt of pain. He tried his best to hide it from Kagome, but she noticed he'd change the firmness of his kiss, and a grimace would form between his eyebrows. She pulled away to see his lips contort a bit, and then he locked lips with her again, wanting not to come up for air.

`Kagome, I don't want you to worry about me; about my pain. I am strong, and I know I can love you, no matter what condition I'm in. your touch makes my heart race faster. The taste of your mouth is exquisite. I love every inch of you, and I badly want to take you, but I won't because I know you wouldn't let me tonight. Kagome, my love, I am forever yours, as you are forever mine.'

The next morning, Kagome awoke to see Inuyasha's silver hair shining in the sunlight. His ears twitching at each breath she released. His eyebrows were relaxed, and his mouth closed. His eyes moved under the eyelids—he was still dreaming. His breath exited softly from his nose.

She lifted her left hand to touch his perfect face. He didn't react as her soft fingers embraced his right cheek, then his lips, and then his chin. His high cheek bones and strong countenance appealed to her eyes.

“So beautiful,” she whispered.

She moved her lips closer to his. Her lips gripped his bottom lip, softly pulling at the pink flesh. He felt the kiss, and kissed her back. She opened her eyes to see his eyes still moving beneath the lids. He was reacting in his sleep. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, plastering her head into the futon, kissing her deeply, and needily.

She pushed him back a bit, breaking the kiss, and waking him. “What the…” He asked.

“Sorry, I didn't think that would wake you. You were dream-kissing me.”

He leaned over back to her right, and put his hand on his bandages. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” He grunted.

Kagome looked over to see a small stain forming on one of the bandages. “Oh, my, Inu…”

“It's fine. I'm fine. Don't worry about me.” He got up and pulled on the yukata that was laid out for him. He then left the room, sliding the shoji shut with a slap.

Kagome sat up and put her hands over her eyes, shaking her head.

Inuyasha stepped into the kitchen to see Sesshomaru brewing tea. He took one glance at Inuyasha and said, “You're bleeding again.”

“Tsch, it's just one little hole. It'll close up in under an hour.”

“Be careful, it's been two days since you were cut in half.”

“What do you care?” Inuyasha grabbed a glass full of the tea, and sat down at the table.

“I don't.” He set his cup down on the table across from Inuyasha.

“It's over, isn't it?”

“It should be.” He took a sip and stared off into space.

Inuyasha took a sip and spit it out. “What the fuck is this shit?”

“An herb you're not familiar with.”

“Can't you use something we're all familiar with?” Inuyasha stood and poured the tea into the sink.

“How else do you think I can stay as focused as I am?”

Inuyasha turned and eyed his brother, perplexed. Kagome entered the kitchen soon after. “Don't take any of it,” he pointed at the tea pot.

Kagome smiled and poured it out. She then started making green tea for them. Inuyasha slid open the shoji leading into the Zen garden and went out. He sat down on the ledge, and slowly pulled at the bandage on his torso. The small area that was bleeding was a spot on the edge that Shippo missed while stitching his wound shut. It had already stopped bleeding. He pressed the bandage back into place and silently stared out into the garden.

Kagome joined him a few moments later. She sat beside him, and eyed his face. He was pensive. She put her hand on his, gaining his gaze. He softly smiled, and leaned into her. The right side of his head rested on her shoulder, and his neck craned, tipping his lips to suckle at her neck. She closed her eyes, smiled and enjoyed the moment as the sun continued to rise in the sky above the quiet Zen garden before them.

“You're free, Kagome. You're free from oppression, from an unloving, uncaring father, and free from obligation.”

“Thank you, Inuyasha.”

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A week later, Kagome appeared at the shrine to see her father's casket. Friends and family surrounded the shrine, mourning her father. Inuyasha stayed back, outside the gates, on the nearest roof, watching. Kagome silently paid her respects, and then stood before her mother. They bowed, and embraced in tears. A minute later, Kagome led her mother out of the shrine and through the gate. Inuyasha leapt down from the roof, startling her mother.

“Mother, this is the man I spoke of. This is Inuyasha.”

The older woman bowed to him in respect. “Kagome tells me you are very loving, and have cared for her more than any other man has ever cared for her.”

“Yes.”

“You have my thanks for protecting my Kagome. You, Inuyasha, have my blessing.” She bowed low to him.

He bowed low in return. “I will forever protect your daughter, Mrs. Higurashi. You have my word.”

She lightly bowed her head and then turned back toward the gate of the shrine. Inuyasha and Kagome embraced excitedly. They kissed a moment, and he knelt down before her. She climbed onto his back, and he took off onto the roofs and made their way back to his place where they began their lives together.