InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Black as Night, White as Snow ❯ The Clearing ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Fay-of-Faerie 
Kagome and InuYasha finally meet...and its an odd meeting if I do say so myself...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Classic / Adventure / Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.04.2004 | Pages: 7 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 742 | Status: Completed
Kagome and InuYasha finally meet...and its an odd meeting if I do say so myself...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Classic / Adventure / Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.04.2004 | Pages: 7 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 742 | Status: Completed
A/N: So, not much to say...except that Inuyasha will meet Kagome. And I wrote the curse because I felt the need to give a reason for the dwarves living and working together when they were so different.
This was one of my favorite chapters to ever write. Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Snow White or Inuyasha.
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Black as Night, White as Snow
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--- Last Chapter ---
With confused expressions, the dwarves, one by one, filed into the airy room. “Kagome?” Sango called.
And that’s when she saw the form on the ground.
“Oh dear no...” she gasped as she lifted a hand to her face. “KAGOME!”
--- End of Last Chapter ---
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Chapter Five: The Clearing
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It was weird to say the least.
Kagome knew she was dead, but she didn’t feel like it. It was almost as if she was at the brink of awakening. Not dead, but just asleep. And she could hear voices. She could hear them, but the voices were detached and faded.
Ignoring the feeling like she was eavesdropping, she listened in.
“Kikyou must have done it!” A very Miroku sounding person stated.
“No shit Sherlock!” Sango spat.
“I was just saying,” the monk retorted, sounding a little hurt.
“She’s dead! Kagome is dead!” Shippou wailed.
---SMACK---
“Ouch! You big bully, what was that for?” Shippou whined.
“You were getting annoying,” Naraku huffed.
“But she’s dead!” Shippou yelled.
“No, she isn’t!” Miroku shouted to stop the argument.
“Yeah, she is,” five voices, excluding Hojo, yelled back at him.
“No, seriously! All we need to do is take that magical obi off!” Miroku told them calmly.
---TWACK---
Kagome winced at the sounding of flesh connecting with flesh. That sounded like it really hurt. Poor Miroku, Sango hit hard.
“DON’T GET PEOPLE’S HOPES UP, HOUSHI-SAMA!” Sango roared causing Kagome to wince again at the volume.
She wanted to just sit up and yell at them all that she was alive and it was really rude to yell when someone was trying to sleep. But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move. Not even to breathe, but somehow that didn’t really scare her.
Miroku muttered some very unlike Miroku curses (that caused Kagome to smile) before continuing on. “No, really. I’ve heard of this. All you need to do is remove the obi and the breath will come rushing back to revive Kagome-sama.”
“No it wont! She’s dead!” Sango shouted.
“Yes, it will.” Miroku said calmly.
“Shut it! It wont!”
“Yes it will.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“No!”
“Fine!” Kagome could just picture Miroku throwing his hands up exasperated. “I’ll show you.” There were a few steps as the monk came closer and Kagome felt a slight tug as he grabbed one end of the obi. With a single movement the obi was ripped off.
Kagome felt the air rush in and her lungs expanded. Panting slightly to make up for the several hours that the precious oxygen had been deprived, she sat up. “-Er-Hi?”
The seven dwarves blinked.
The dead body was moving!
“Kagome?” Sango asked hesitantly.
“How’d you do that?” Kagura turned to Miroku. “Even my dance of the dead can't get the corpses to talk! You’re going to teach me monk!”
Miroku rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, Kagome?”
“Huh?” Kagome asked while still gasping for breath.
Miroku turned to her with a still face and held out the obi. “Without this, there isn’t anything holding your kimono closed. Just thought you’d like to know.”
Kagome gasped, Naraku sneered, Kagura winced, Shippou and Hojo blushed, Kaede sighed exasperated...
...while Sango slammed her boomerang into the side of Miroku’s head.
Needless to say, Miroku didn’t do much talking that evening.
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Kikyou glided smoothly down the steps to the dungeon. “Hisa?” She called as she stepped into the dark stone room. Shelves on all sides housed healing herbs and killer poisons. Odd things to have in the same room, but Kikyou ended up using both readily.
‘Hisa’ stepped from the back room. Her name did justice in meaning ‘long lasting’ for the old hag was ancient. She mirrored the old woman that’d just made an attempt on Kagome, except her eyes were stark black and not gray. “Yes, my Dark Queen?”
Kikyou gave a slight smile. “I just returned. The obi worked perfectly, I watched her last breath.”
Hisa nodded. “Good, I’m sorry about your monkeys.”
Kikyou clasped a hand across her mouth in sadness at the words. “My monkeys,” she breathed. “What did happen to them?”
Hisa shrugged. “There was an incident including a pail of water---all that’s left is a pile of goo and the fez hats.”
Kikyou shrugged. “All right. Doesn’t matter, we made due.”
Hisa had worked for Kikyou’s grandmother, mother, and now Kikyou herself. “Good, my Queen. Anything else?”
“No, that’s all.” Kikyou sauntered out of the room. Her thoughts were only on how without her sister to distract her she’d no longer have to worry about not getting Lord Inuyasha. ‘Odd,’ she thought, ‘I haven’t seen him since he got the news. I wonder were he’s been off to.’
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Inuyasha leaped through the trees. “I’ve got to find that voice!”
It’d been bothering him all day since he woke up. What if he hadn’t imagined it? What if there really was someone out there that needed help? Its not like he was some kind of good Samaritan, but he had nothing better to do.
Plus, he wouldn’t say it, but he really wanted to meet the owner of the voice.
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“Looking glass, looking glass, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” Kikyou asked just as she opened the door, not even checking to see if Kanna was there to answer.
Of course Kanna was there, she wouldn’t have missed this for the entire world.
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"---Kagome is alive, she has foiled your plot.
She still has the beauty that you’ve sought.---"
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Kikyou paused from were she was putting on her sleeping kimono. “That’s not right. You’re wrong Kanna. I was there to see her dying breath. She’s gone.” She told the youkai slowly, her voice calm and detached.
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"---To have the magical item work, here is the key,
One mustn’t remove, after death, the obi.---"
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“What?” Kikyou's gray eyes widened slightly. “Since when? Who in their right minds would take it off?”
Kanna shrugged, too tired to come up with another rhyme. “Grave robbers?”
Kikyou scoffed. “Kagome must be a genius! I bet she planned on this that tricky little vixen!”
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“How’d you know to take the obi off?” Kagome asked Miroku the next morning at breakfast. “You must be a freaking genius!”
Miroku shrugged. “Not really, I just guessed.”
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“Feh,” Inuyasha grumped, “This’ll have to do. If I travel any longer my legs will fall off.”
So he laid down against the large oak tree in a grassy clearing and fell asleep to make up for the shut eye he missed the morning before.
“G’Night.” He muttered to no one in particular.
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“Bye. See you. Talk to you soon. Have a good day. I’ll miss you!” Then Kagome topped it all off with a wave.
“I think we got the point,” Naraku growled to Kagura, under his breath so that the human woman would hear from where she was standing at the doorway of the cottage. “G’BYE!” he called loudly back to Kagome.
Sadly this started her on a whole new round of pleasantries.
So the group walked off, but not before Miroku called loudly back, “Don’t open the door for anyone.”
And Kagome called back with her usual answer. “I wont, don’t worry.”
Ha! Like she ever did that.
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“NO!” Kagome wailed.
She’d forgotten of course, later on that morning that the well was dried up...oops. So what was Kagome forced to do: go find a nice clear spring to fill her buckets with enough water to last them all till the next day.
“I wonder where a stream could be?” Kagome said thoughtfully with a wooden, rickety bucket in each hand. “Oh I know, it’s that way!” She pointed off to a random direction and started walking that way as though it was the surest thing in her entire life.
As her usual entourage of wildlife found her to join in with her mid- morning walk, Kagome began to sing. Instead of any odd song sung by minstrels in a castle corridor, she choose a soft lullaby. And that’s how she passed the hour of walking around the woods. Soon enough she heard a sound of trickling water and Kagome rejoiced in the fact that she didn’t have to walk any more. Her feet where starting to get tired.
“Ah. All done!” she smiled at the doe walking beside her. “Which way did we come from again?”
Miraculously, the animals didn’t answer back.
“I guess we can just go this way. I don’t know why Miroku was so worried this morning,” Kagome swiftly changed the subject. “Kikyou was probably really sure of herself that I’m gone. How would she know? She always was quick to jump to conclusions. She'll think I'm dead and not bother to come after me again, it's not like she has some magical pool of water that will show her that I'm still alive or something.”
Stumbling over a particularly rough patch of bushes, Kagome crashed into a clearing. The grass was long and bright green, while the sun shone down in the break of the treetops. The area was pretty flat, but not all that big. Setting down her water, Kagome looked around. “It’s so pretty,” she whispered. A puff of butterflies flew up and around her head and a small breeze made her loose hair fly around. Her ankle length kimono swayed and bunny rabbits hopped across her bare feet. “It’s so green, and blue, and...red?” Kagome took a step forward to get a better look at a splash of red at the far end of the space. “What is that? Blood?!” she screeched quietly.
Of course curiosity got the better of her. Kagome had always been told she had cat-ish qualities.
But the closer she got to it, the less the shape looked like blood. Soon another color made itself known: silver.
“Oh...my...Gods...”
It was a boy.
No, that wasn’t right.
It was young man.
Yeah, that’s right. A young man was more like it.
“Are those his ears...?” Kagome got closer and bent down on her knees. Leaning forward until they were practically nose to nose she breathed, “Cute!”
And that’s the point the young man woke up.
Gold clashed with blue until Inuyasha was forced to blink. He was suddenly afraid that as soon as his eyes closed that the owner of the sky blue he saw would disappear.
Kagome kept on starring; she couldn’t even breathe. It reminded her too much of the experience with the magical obi. ‘What is he thinking? I just completely passed the boundaries of personal space.’ She thought frantically.
Inuyasha cracked an eye open and sighed in relief when the girl was still there. Opening his amber orbs the rest of the way, he twitched his nose as the maiden’s personal scent rushed in. ‘Lavender, roses, fresh water, cut grass, and anything else fresh and clean in the world,’ he ticked off on his fingers. ‘Like just after a good summer’s rain...’
Oh just great.
Now he was getting nostalgic.
Kagome winced slightly as she watched him eye her warily and seem to judge her. ‘Maybe...if I don’t move, he might not see me!’
Fat chance.
“Hello,” Inu breathed rather cheerfully.
“Um...” Great, Kagome really needed to learn some new words.
But the good thing was that the young man didn’t give her a chance to prove how much was in her own personal dictionary. Apparently he didn’t care as he crushed his mouth against her’s.
Blue-gray eyes going wide, Kagome gasped (allowing access to Inuyasha’s roving tongue).
What was this guy thinking? He just woke up and kissed her! THE NERVE! ‘Jackass...giving me my first kiss and not even...er...ASKING to do it too! Although it is a very good first kiss...bad thoughts Kagome...bad!’
A tick began above her eye when this...guy...didn’t show any signs of stopping any time soon. Deciding it was only fair to make the first move in finishing the kiss, Kagome began to pull away and nearly screamed in frustration when he kept her head in place with a clawed hand.
Enough was enough. Seriously! Kagome had to stop this indecent (and slightly wonderful) action before it completely scattered her pride (and her brains)!
Wincing at her actions, Kagome bit down on his tongue, causing the hanyou to yelp and leap back to crash into the tree he had been sleeping against. Using leverage from where her hands were around his neck (‘Wonder how they got there?’) she kneed him rather harshly.
Whipping up Kagome practically raced from the clearing and miraculously didn’t crash into too many things along the way.
Inuyasha, amazingly ignoring the (extreme) pain, stood up to watch her go. “Ow...” he muttered, detached from the sensation of wanting to curl and cry because of how her action had caused his body to react.
Kagome, just out of sight, leaned against a tree to catch her racing breath. Mentally kicking herself for her choice of how she’d ‘taught him a lesson’ she reluctantly slunk back to him.
‘I’m going to regret this!’ she mentally screamed as she pecked the poor abused boy on the cheek. “Sorry 'bout that,” she whispered as she, for the second time, ran out of the clearing, feeling utterly horrified at what she'd done.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” he muttered back (to the girl who wasn’t there any more).
Eyeing the spot she’d just occupied Inu twitched his nose in thought. That voice...
“I think I’m in love.” Was his last coherent thought and words before he passed out from the now noticeable pain coursing through his body.
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“Shit,” Kagome winced as she finally pushed open the kitchen door to find...
...seven angry faces starring back at her.
“Kagome? Where were you?” Sango roared.
“Er...”
“We’ve been here for an hour!” Naraku hissed.
“Um...”
“And WHY do you smell of an inu hanyou?” Shippou asked innocently.
Kagome blinked...and then began to turn pink.
“What?” Miroku asked as he turned to face the fox child.
“There’s a new scent all over her,” Shippou shrugged. “It smells male and like a dog demon. And human too...so he’s a hanyou.”
“So that’s what he was!” Kagome snapped her fingers.
“Er...Kagome? A male dog demon?” Miroku raised his eyebrows as thoughts whirled through his brain. Bad, dirty thoughts of course. This was Miroku I'm talking about.
“Half demon.” Shippou corrected.
“Um...so moving on...? There’s no more water in the well. I brought back---SHIT!” Kagome cursed in a very un-ladylike way.
“Kagome!” Kaede cried as she covered Shippou’s ears.
Shippou blinked.
“I can still hear Kaede-bachan.”
“Oh. Ye can?” Kaede hesitantly removed her callused hands.
“Uh huh. So...I kind of forgot the water and the buckets back in a clearing. I got distracted...” Kagome trailed off, blushing slightly.
“I bet you did,” Miroku stepped forward rubbing his hands together.
---THWACK---
“Lady Sango? Where’d that come from?” Miroku asked as he turned to find Sango wielding her bone boomerang.
“From off my back, idiot, where’s it always is!” Sango yelled. “But I was thinking of finding a new place to store it. Maybe in that space between your ears or up your-!”
“Sango!” Kagome said horrified.
“-nose.” Sango finished.
Kagome, along with the other seven in the room, sweatdropped. “Oh.”
“The buckets?” Kaede nudged them all back towards the topic at hand.
“Um...I’ll go and get them tomorrow.” Kagome suggested.
“Maybe we should give you an escort. You are, by the way, a young maiden. A princess at that!” Miroku scolded, a perverted grin playing at his lips.
“NO!” Kagome said a bit too quickly. “I mean there’s no need...it’s not like I’ll ever see him again!”
“So you admit it was a ‘him’!” Miroku triumphantly yelled.
---THWACK---
“Ouch. Lady Sango, was that necessary?” Miroku whined.
Kagome decided during the fight to slink away unnoticed. Too bad it didn’t work. “Kagome?”
“Um, er, uh, yes Shippou?”
“Why is the scent all over you? I mean, why is it on your skin and your kimono and in your hair and-?” Shippou asked.
“In her mouth?” Miroku supplied suggestively.
Kagome watched in horror as the small child walked a little closer, his pert little nose up in the air. “Yeah, it’s in there too. Why would it? Was he giving you mouth to mouth resuscitation?”
“What?” Kagome clapped a hand to her face, her cheeks flaming.
Shippou shrugged. “I don’t know what that is, and no one will tell me. I hear Miroku ask if he can give it to Sango all the time!”
Kagome burst out laughing while the others sweatdropped. Well excluding the blushing Sango and the dreamy-expressioned monk.
“Did she ever say yes?” Kagome asked innocently.
“Actually-!”
“SHIPPOU!” Sango roared before chasing the small boy around while waving her fists.
Miroku leaned toward Kagome conspiratorially. He winked before saying; “You know what she said...”
“...” Kagome didn’t really want to think about it.
“So, who was this hanyou?” Kagura asked, winking and nudging Kagome.
“No one! And I have no idea what Shippou was talking about. He simply helped me up after I tripped-!” Kagome began flustered.
“-Right onto his mouth I bet.” Naraku sneered.
“Yes-I mean-No-I mean- I have no idea!” Kagome threw her hands up and stomped out of the room, effectively ending the discussion.
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Inuyasha slowly, and painfully, woke up from the comforting blackness.
“Damn,” he grumbled as he rubbed his head and flicked his tongue to make sure that it was still whole. “Wait...is she still here?”
He leaped up and cupped his claws around his mouth to yell out for her. To apologize or just to kiss her again or...anything as long as she came back! How could he have just let her leave? He had her, the owner of the voice that had haunted him for the last few days, and he just let her go!
“Inuyasha no baka,” he scolded himself.
Taking in a deep breath, he let it out to yell...
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...Nothing.
What was he supposed to call her? ‘Girl’, ‘Wench’, ‘Girl with the best damn voice and kiss in all the hells and worlds’?
Casting his glance around his amber gaze fell on something and a smirk curved his lips.
“Perfect.”
Settling happily back against the tree, now all he had to do was wait.
She’d come. He knew she’d come. That young maiden had forgotten her pails! She had to come back! And then he’d...
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Well he didn’t know what he would do. But it didn’t really matter. She’d be there with him. That was enough, right?
Plus, maybe he’d fine some excuse to kiss her again.
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Kagome rolled over on the mound of fabric known as her bed. ‘Who was he?’ she wondered.
It didn’t really bother her any more that he’d kiss her. Who’d be able to hold a grudge against that? But...his voice had sounded familiar.
But where from? She needed to hear it again to be sure and she wasn’t really jumping in happiness at the thought. What if he tried something? What if he was some thief that would kidnap her and try to use her to get money?
Kagome gasped.
Her eyes widened.
‘What if he’s really a woman and I had no idea?! His hair was so soft and he had such perfect eyes and...’
Oh wait.
That was just the paranoia that set in with insomnia talking.
Kagome smiled as she rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling.
“What does it matter,” she whispered almost inaudibly to herself. “I never plan on seeing him again and I have no reason to want to anyway.” Yeah, no reason. Kagome absently brushed her fingers against her lips before falling into a deep sleep.
That was one damn good kiss, though.
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A/N: Hehehe. So, that was my first actually non non-meaning fluff. You know what I mean? Anywho, how was it? Please tell me! I personally don’t count myself as a good fluff person and I’d like to hear comments.
Ja ne!
This was one of my favorite chapters to ever write. Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Snow White or Inuyasha.
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Black as Night, White as Snow
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--- Last Chapter ---
With confused expressions, the dwarves, one by one, filed into the airy room. “Kagome?” Sango called.
And that’s when she saw the form on the ground.
“Oh dear no...” she gasped as she lifted a hand to her face. “KAGOME!”
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Chapter Five: The Clearing
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It was weird to say the least.
Kagome knew she was dead, but she didn’t feel like it. It was almost as if she was at the brink of awakening. Not dead, but just asleep. And she could hear voices. She could hear them, but the voices were detached and faded.
Ignoring the feeling like she was eavesdropping, she listened in.
“Kikyou must have done it!” A very Miroku sounding person stated.
“No shit Sherlock!” Sango spat.
“I was just saying,” the monk retorted, sounding a little hurt.
“She’s dead! Kagome is dead!” Shippou wailed.
---SMACK---
“Ouch! You big bully, what was that for?” Shippou whined.
“You were getting annoying,” Naraku huffed.
“But she’s dead!” Shippou yelled.
“No, she isn’t!” Miroku shouted to stop the argument.
“Yeah, she is,” five voices, excluding Hojo, yelled back at him.
“No, seriously! All we need to do is take that magical obi off!” Miroku told them calmly.
---TWACK---
Kagome winced at the sounding of flesh connecting with flesh. That sounded like it really hurt. Poor Miroku, Sango hit hard.
“DON’T GET PEOPLE’S HOPES UP, HOUSHI-SAMA!” Sango roared causing Kagome to wince again at the volume.
She wanted to just sit up and yell at them all that she was alive and it was really rude to yell when someone was trying to sleep. But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move. Not even to breathe, but somehow that didn’t really scare her.
Miroku muttered some very unlike Miroku curses (that caused Kagome to smile) before continuing on. “No, really. I’ve heard of this. All you need to do is remove the obi and the breath will come rushing back to revive Kagome-sama.”
“No it wont! She’s dead!” Sango shouted.
“Yes, it will.” Miroku said calmly.
“Shut it! It wont!”
“Yes it will.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“No!”
“Fine!” Kagome could just picture Miroku throwing his hands up exasperated. “I’ll show you.” There were a few steps as the monk came closer and Kagome felt a slight tug as he grabbed one end of the obi. With a single movement the obi was ripped off.
Kagome felt the air rush in and her lungs expanded. Panting slightly to make up for the several hours that the precious oxygen had been deprived, she sat up. “-Er-Hi?”
The seven dwarves blinked.
The dead body was moving!
“Kagome?” Sango asked hesitantly.
“How’d you do that?” Kagura turned to Miroku. “Even my dance of the dead can't get the corpses to talk! You’re going to teach me monk!”
Miroku rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, Kagome?”
“Huh?” Kagome asked while still gasping for breath.
Miroku turned to her with a still face and held out the obi. “Without this, there isn’t anything holding your kimono closed. Just thought you’d like to know.”
Kagome gasped, Naraku sneered, Kagura winced, Shippou and Hojo blushed, Kaede sighed exasperated...
...while Sango slammed her boomerang into the side of Miroku’s head.
Needless to say, Miroku didn’t do much talking that evening.
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Kikyou glided smoothly down the steps to the dungeon. “Hisa?” She called as she stepped into the dark stone room. Shelves on all sides housed healing herbs and killer poisons. Odd things to have in the same room, but Kikyou ended up using both readily.
‘Hisa’ stepped from the back room. Her name did justice in meaning ‘long lasting’ for the old hag was ancient. She mirrored the old woman that’d just made an attempt on Kagome, except her eyes were stark black and not gray. “Yes, my Dark Queen?”
Kikyou gave a slight smile. “I just returned. The obi worked perfectly, I watched her last breath.”
Hisa nodded. “Good, I’m sorry about your monkeys.”
Kikyou clasped a hand across her mouth in sadness at the words. “My monkeys,” she breathed. “What did happen to them?”
Hisa shrugged. “There was an incident including a pail of water---all that’s left is a pile of goo and the fez hats.”
Kikyou shrugged. “All right. Doesn’t matter, we made due.”
Hisa had worked for Kikyou’s grandmother, mother, and now Kikyou herself. “Good, my Queen. Anything else?”
“No, that’s all.” Kikyou sauntered out of the room. Her thoughts were only on how without her sister to distract her she’d no longer have to worry about not getting Lord Inuyasha. ‘Odd,’ she thought, ‘I haven’t seen him since he got the news. I wonder were he’s been off to.’
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Inuyasha leaped through the trees. “I’ve got to find that voice!”
It’d been bothering him all day since he woke up. What if he hadn’t imagined it? What if there really was someone out there that needed help? Its not like he was some kind of good Samaritan, but he had nothing better to do.
Plus, he wouldn’t say it, but he really wanted to meet the owner of the voice.
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“Looking glass, looking glass, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” Kikyou asked just as she opened the door, not even checking to see if Kanna was there to answer.
Of course Kanna was there, she wouldn’t have missed this for the entire world.
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"---Kagome is alive, she has foiled your plot.
She still has the beauty that you’ve sought.---"
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Kikyou paused from were she was putting on her sleeping kimono. “That’s not right. You’re wrong Kanna. I was there to see her dying breath. She’s gone.” She told the youkai slowly, her voice calm and detached.
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"---To have the magical item work, here is the key,
One mustn’t remove, after death, the obi.---"
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“What?” Kikyou's gray eyes widened slightly. “Since when? Who in their right minds would take it off?”
Kanna shrugged, too tired to come up with another rhyme. “Grave robbers?”
Kikyou scoffed. “Kagome must be a genius! I bet she planned on this that tricky little vixen!”
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“How’d you know to take the obi off?” Kagome asked Miroku the next morning at breakfast. “You must be a freaking genius!”
Miroku shrugged. “Not really, I just guessed.”
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“Feh,” Inuyasha grumped, “This’ll have to do. If I travel any longer my legs will fall off.”
So he laid down against the large oak tree in a grassy clearing and fell asleep to make up for the shut eye he missed the morning before.
“G’Night.” He muttered to no one in particular.
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“Bye. See you. Talk to you soon. Have a good day. I’ll miss you!” Then Kagome topped it all off with a wave.
“I think we got the point,” Naraku growled to Kagura, under his breath so that the human woman would hear from where she was standing at the doorway of the cottage. “G’BYE!” he called loudly back to Kagome.
Sadly this started her on a whole new round of pleasantries.
So the group walked off, but not before Miroku called loudly back, “Don’t open the door for anyone.”
And Kagome called back with her usual answer. “I wont, don’t worry.”
Ha! Like she ever did that.
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“NO!” Kagome wailed.
She’d forgotten of course, later on that morning that the well was dried up...oops. So what was Kagome forced to do: go find a nice clear spring to fill her buckets with enough water to last them all till the next day.
“I wonder where a stream could be?” Kagome said thoughtfully with a wooden, rickety bucket in each hand. “Oh I know, it’s that way!” She pointed off to a random direction and started walking that way as though it was the surest thing in her entire life.
As her usual entourage of wildlife found her to join in with her mid- morning walk, Kagome began to sing. Instead of any odd song sung by minstrels in a castle corridor, she choose a soft lullaby. And that’s how she passed the hour of walking around the woods. Soon enough she heard a sound of trickling water and Kagome rejoiced in the fact that she didn’t have to walk any more. Her feet where starting to get tired.
“Ah. All done!” she smiled at the doe walking beside her. “Which way did we come from again?”
Miraculously, the animals didn’t answer back.
“I guess we can just go this way. I don’t know why Miroku was so worried this morning,” Kagome swiftly changed the subject. “Kikyou was probably really sure of herself that I’m gone. How would she know? She always was quick to jump to conclusions. She'll think I'm dead and not bother to come after me again, it's not like she has some magical pool of water that will show her that I'm still alive or something.”
Stumbling over a particularly rough patch of bushes, Kagome crashed into a clearing. The grass was long and bright green, while the sun shone down in the break of the treetops. The area was pretty flat, but not all that big. Setting down her water, Kagome looked around. “It’s so pretty,” she whispered. A puff of butterflies flew up and around her head and a small breeze made her loose hair fly around. Her ankle length kimono swayed and bunny rabbits hopped across her bare feet. “It’s so green, and blue, and...red?” Kagome took a step forward to get a better look at a splash of red at the far end of the space. “What is that? Blood?!” she screeched quietly.
Of course curiosity got the better of her. Kagome had always been told she had cat-ish qualities.
But the closer she got to it, the less the shape looked like blood. Soon another color made itself known: silver.
“Oh...my...Gods...”
It was a boy.
No, that wasn’t right.
It was young man.
Yeah, that’s right. A young man was more like it.
“Are those his ears...?” Kagome got closer and bent down on her knees. Leaning forward until they were practically nose to nose she breathed, “Cute!”
And that’s the point the young man woke up.
Gold clashed with blue until Inuyasha was forced to blink. He was suddenly afraid that as soon as his eyes closed that the owner of the sky blue he saw would disappear.
Kagome kept on starring; she couldn’t even breathe. It reminded her too much of the experience with the magical obi. ‘What is he thinking? I just completely passed the boundaries of personal space.’ She thought frantically.
Inuyasha cracked an eye open and sighed in relief when the girl was still there. Opening his amber orbs the rest of the way, he twitched his nose as the maiden’s personal scent rushed in. ‘Lavender, roses, fresh water, cut grass, and anything else fresh and clean in the world,’ he ticked off on his fingers. ‘Like just after a good summer’s rain...’
Oh just great.
Now he was getting nostalgic.
Kagome winced slightly as she watched him eye her warily and seem to judge her. ‘Maybe...if I don’t move, he might not see me!’
Fat chance.
“Hello,” Inu breathed rather cheerfully.
“Um...” Great, Kagome really needed to learn some new words.
But the good thing was that the young man didn’t give her a chance to prove how much was in her own personal dictionary. Apparently he didn’t care as he crushed his mouth against her’s.
Blue-gray eyes going wide, Kagome gasped (allowing access to Inuyasha’s roving tongue).
What was this guy thinking? He just woke up and kissed her! THE NERVE! ‘Jackass...giving me my first kiss and not even...er...ASKING to do it too! Although it is a very good first kiss...bad thoughts Kagome...bad!’
A tick began above her eye when this...guy...didn’t show any signs of stopping any time soon. Deciding it was only fair to make the first move in finishing the kiss, Kagome began to pull away and nearly screamed in frustration when he kept her head in place with a clawed hand.
Enough was enough. Seriously! Kagome had to stop this indecent (and slightly wonderful) action before it completely scattered her pride (and her brains)!
Wincing at her actions, Kagome bit down on his tongue, causing the hanyou to yelp and leap back to crash into the tree he had been sleeping against. Using leverage from where her hands were around his neck (‘Wonder how they got there?’) she kneed him rather harshly.
Whipping up Kagome practically raced from the clearing and miraculously didn’t crash into too many things along the way.
Inuyasha, amazingly ignoring the (extreme) pain, stood up to watch her go. “Ow...” he muttered, detached from the sensation of wanting to curl and cry because of how her action had caused his body to react.
Kagome, just out of sight, leaned against a tree to catch her racing breath. Mentally kicking herself for her choice of how she’d ‘taught him a lesson’ she reluctantly slunk back to him.
‘I’m going to regret this!’ she mentally screamed as she pecked the poor abused boy on the cheek. “Sorry 'bout that,” she whispered as she, for the second time, ran out of the clearing, feeling utterly horrified at what she'd done.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” he muttered back (to the girl who wasn’t there any more).
Eyeing the spot she’d just occupied Inu twitched his nose in thought. That voice...
“I think I’m in love.” Was his last coherent thought and words before he passed out from the now noticeable pain coursing through his body.
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“Shit,” Kagome winced as she finally pushed open the kitchen door to find...
...seven angry faces starring back at her.
“Kagome? Where were you?” Sango roared.
“Er...”
“We’ve been here for an hour!” Naraku hissed.
“Um...”
“And WHY do you smell of an inu hanyou?” Shippou asked innocently.
Kagome blinked...and then began to turn pink.
“What?” Miroku asked as he turned to face the fox child.
“There’s a new scent all over her,” Shippou shrugged. “It smells male and like a dog demon. And human too...so he’s a hanyou.”
“So that’s what he was!” Kagome snapped her fingers.
“Er...Kagome? A male dog demon?” Miroku raised his eyebrows as thoughts whirled through his brain. Bad, dirty thoughts of course. This was Miroku I'm talking about.
“Half demon.” Shippou corrected.
“Um...so moving on...? There’s no more water in the well. I brought back---SHIT!” Kagome cursed in a very un-ladylike way.
“Kagome!” Kaede cried as she covered Shippou’s ears.
Shippou blinked.
“I can still hear Kaede-bachan.”
“Oh. Ye can?” Kaede hesitantly removed her callused hands.
“Uh huh. So...I kind of forgot the water and the buckets back in a clearing. I got distracted...” Kagome trailed off, blushing slightly.
“I bet you did,” Miroku stepped forward rubbing his hands together.
---THWACK---
“Lady Sango? Where’d that come from?” Miroku asked as he turned to find Sango wielding her bone boomerang.
“From off my back, idiot, where’s it always is!” Sango yelled. “But I was thinking of finding a new place to store it. Maybe in that space between your ears or up your-!”
“Sango!” Kagome said horrified.
“-nose.” Sango finished.
Kagome, along with the other seven in the room, sweatdropped. “Oh.”
“The buckets?” Kaede nudged them all back towards the topic at hand.
“Um...I’ll go and get them tomorrow.” Kagome suggested.
“Maybe we should give you an escort. You are, by the way, a young maiden. A princess at that!” Miroku scolded, a perverted grin playing at his lips.
“NO!” Kagome said a bit too quickly. “I mean there’s no need...it’s not like I’ll ever see him again!”
“So you admit it was a ‘him’!” Miroku triumphantly yelled.
---THWACK---
“Ouch. Lady Sango, was that necessary?” Miroku whined.
Kagome decided during the fight to slink away unnoticed. Too bad it didn’t work. “Kagome?”
“Um, er, uh, yes Shippou?”
“Why is the scent all over you? I mean, why is it on your skin and your kimono and in your hair and-?” Shippou asked.
“In her mouth?” Miroku supplied suggestively.
Kagome watched in horror as the small child walked a little closer, his pert little nose up in the air. “Yeah, it’s in there too. Why would it? Was he giving you mouth to mouth resuscitation?”
“What?” Kagome clapped a hand to her face, her cheeks flaming.
Shippou shrugged. “I don’t know what that is, and no one will tell me. I hear Miroku ask if he can give it to Sango all the time!”
Kagome burst out laughing while the others sweatdropped. Well excluding the blushing Sango and the dreamy-expressioned monk.
“Did she ever say yes?” Kagome asked innocently.
“Actually-!”
“SHIPPOU!” Sango roared before chasing the small boy around while waving her fists.
Miroku leaned toward Kagome conspiratorially. He winked before saying; “You know what she said...”
“...” Kagome didn’t really want to think about it.
“So, who was this hanyou?” Kagura asked, winking and nudging Kagome.
“No one! And I have no idea what Shippou was talking about. He simply helped me up after I tripped-!” Kagome began flustered.
“-Right onto his mouth I bet.” Naraku sneered.
“Yes-I mean-No-I mean- I have no idea!” Kagome threw her hands up and stomped out of the room, effectively ending the discussion.
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Inuyasha slowly, and painfully, woke up from the comforting blackness.
“Damn,” he grumbled as he rubbed his head and flicked his tongue to make sure that it was still whole. “Wait...is she still here?”
He leaped up and cupped his claws around his mouth to yell out for her. To apologize or just to kiss her again or...anything as long as she came back! How could he have just let her leave? He had her, the owner of the voice that had haunted him for the last few days, and he just let her go!
“Inuyasha no baka,” he scolded himself.
Taking in a deep breath, he let it out to yell...
...
...Nothing.
What was he supposed to call her? ‘Girl’, ‘Wench’, ‘Girl with the best damn voice and kiss in all the hells and worlds’?
Casting his glance around his amber gaze fell on something and a smirk curved his lips.
“Perfect.”
Settling happily back against the tree, now all he had to do was wait.
She’d come. He knew she’d come. That young maiden had forgotten her pails! She had to come back! And then he’d...
...
...
Well he didn’t know what he would do. But it didn’t really matter. She’d be there with him. That was enough, right?
Plus, maybe he’d fine some excuse to kiss her again.
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Kagome rolled over on the mound of fabric known as her bed. ‘Who was he?’ she wondered.
It didn’t really bother her any more that he’d kiss her. Who’d be able to hold a grudge against that? But...his voice had sounded familiar.
But where from? She needed to hear it again to be sure and she wasn’t really jumping in happiness at the thought. What if he tried something? What if he was some thief that would kidnap her and try to use her to get money?
Kagome gasped.
Her eyes widened.
‘What if he’s really a woman and I had no idea?! His hair was so soft and he had such perfect eyes and...’
Oh wait.
That was just the paranoia that set in with insomnia talking.
Kagome smiled as she rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling.
“What does it matter,” she whispered almost inaudibly to herself. “I never plan on seeing him again and I have no reason to want to anyway.” Yeah, no reason. Kagome absently brushed her fingers against her lips before falling into a deep sleep.
That was one damn good kiss, though.
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A/N: Hehehe. So, that was my first actually non non-meaning fluff. You know what I mean? Anywho, how was it? Please tell me! I personally don’t count myself as a good fluff person and I’d like to hear comments.
Ja ne!