InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Born to Make You Happy ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 2 )
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By: CheviWestWind 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.23.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.23.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Inuyasha let out an ear-piercing howl that frankly cannot be described or put into words adequate enough to describe the heart-wrenching pain within.
Drawing Tessaiga, he sliced the scorpion in half, the shikon shard falling out of its back and twinkling to the ground, forgotten. He scrambled to the fallen girl, his Kagome. Falling upon her, he picked her up and cradled her to his chest. He smoothed her hair back absently, letting his tears fall silently into her raven hair. Somewhere, he heard her heartbeat, faint and weak. Drawing up all his strength, Inuyasha rose, Kagome in his arms.
He walked past Miroku and Sango, their faces pale and still with shock, and nudged Kirara with his foot. Shippou was crying openly, letting his pain and grief out in waves. Kirara looked up at him then transformed. With a final look at Sango and Miroku, then a lingering glance at the convulsing kitsune, the hanyou leapt onto the cat demon's back, holding Kagome with one arm and tearing off his shirt with the other.
They flew quickly, toward the village. Inuyasha hurriedly shredded strips of fabric to be used as bandages. Without precaution or pause, he gently opened Kagome's shirt with a few flips of his claws. He smiled grimly.
"I can imagine the sits now..." he murmured to her silent form. As if in reply, a cold sweat broke on the girl's face. He frowned and lifted her slightly so that he could wrap her wounds.
Meanwhile, Sango and Miroku stood, thinking each to themselves, accompanied only by Shippou's cries. Finally, Sango woke up enough to pick up the Shikon shard. Once it was secure in a pocket, she picked up Shippou and held him, trying to quiet him. Miroku eventually pulled the both of them in a brief hug, then took Sango's free hand and Shippou as she took Hiraikotsu, and together they walked in the direction that the other three had taken.
The bandaging done, Inuyasha clung to Kagome fiercely and protectively.
"Not now baka. Don't' leave me now," he pleaded softly. Hot tears fell on her upturned face and she twitched.
"Inu...ya...sha..." she murmured. Inuyasha choked on the tears he held in and tried to smile when her eyes opened a tiny crack. His lips trembled.
"Hey wench," he whispered. She smiled.
"Don't cry baka, I'll be fine. It's just a scratch..." she took a deep, shaky breath, closing her eyes, then opened them wide again. "You took my shirt off, didn't you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Inuyasha actually laughed in reply.
"Don't sit me yet, we're in the air." Kagome nodded and closed her eyes. Inuyasha sighed with relief. She was asleep. And if she was well enough to play around, she could hang on a bit longer.
He brushed her bangs away with a claw, careful not to touch her skin. Her eyelashes fluttered in her sleep, and her soft lips were pouted in a sweet expression of tranquility. 'Just once ,' he thought silently, pleading with any gods available, 'Just once I wish I could tell her how I feel.'
He blinked slowly as he realized the position he was in. Here he was, with Kagome on his lap, her shirt open and torn in places. He could see her breasts, soft (he brushed against them earlier) and pale, beautiful. A shiver ran through him, nothing whatsoever due to cold.
Slowly, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers. Just that one action made him forget her injuries and how helpless he'd felt only moments ago. This is what he wanted. He wanted Kagome. Not Kikyo. Kikyo was dead and gone, now only a shell of her former self.
Without Inuyasha's noticing, Kagome awoke to the feel of lips against her own. She struggled inwardly, finally deciding not to move and let Inuyasha kiss her. This is what she wanted too. Right? However, when Inuyasha sub-consciously pressed harder, she moaned in pain. The small movement jarred her and disturbed her sensitive injuries.
Inuyasha almost leapt back, he was so startled. However, Kagome seemed to be asleep. He sighed and swallowed painfully. What did he just do? Oops, now he did it. He cautiously peeked at Kagome. Her eyes were closed, her breathing steady, but her mouth had the hint of a smile now. Inuyasha blushed. Was she really asleep? She'd been known to do that on occasion. Pretend to be asleep so that she could discover something that otherwise wouldn't be revealed to her. He pushed her hair off her forehead again and he saw her gulp forcefully, a blush staining her cheeks. He growled. She had been awake.
At the sound of his growl, she opened her eyes weakly and peered at him with fever-glazed eyes. She blinked slowly as they stared at each other, quietly and apprehensively.
Kagome's heart was pounding in her chest, she knew he could hear it. But why didn't he do anything? Did he think that kissing her was a mistake? Should she pretend she didn't know what happened? Act really sick?
As Kirara hit an air current, jostling them, the latter came easily and Kagome almost vaulted over the cat demon's side in her haste to hurl. Inuyasha quickly turned her head to the side, pulling her hair back from her face as he did so. After a few moments of dry retching, he placed her head on his lap, combing through her hair with his claws. He peered anxiously into her face.
"Kagome? Kagome, can you hear me?" he asked softly. Kagome turned her head from side to side, as though lost. The pain in her side intensified, and she screamed in pain as a gash rubbed against Inuyasha's clothing.
Tears welled up in the hanyou's eyes. He couldn't protect her. He wished he could simply shield her with his body, keep her protected from anything outside. But she'd gone somewhere without him, where he couldn't follow. It was nerve-wracking watching her helplessly writhe in pain.
He wondered suddenly whether or not she would live.
He shook his head. If anything, he could simply take her back to her own time and have her healed there. Yes. If Kaede couldn't offer help, he would go to Kagome's mother. He grimaced at the thought. What if she forbade Kagome to come back again? What if she told her never to see him again? He let out a sob at this prospect and he clung to Kagome without apprehension or conscious thought.
Inuyasha buried his face in her hair, nuzzling her neck softly. He couldn't stand to see her like this, so much in pain and so... helpless. He lifted his head and looked once more into her face, brushing a finger against her cheek, pale and cold.
"Mama?" Her voice came out in the high-pitched tones of a young child and made Inuyasha's blood run cold. Her hand came up and touched his face, feeling his features as though memorizing them. Her face was blank, her fingers touching his closed eyelids and dipping in the river of tears running down his face. The soft fingers moved to his lips, and rested there.
He opened his mouth to speak but the fingers moved in, preventing speech. They prodded his teeth, caressing his fangs until a spot of blood appeared on a finger. Without making a noise, Kagome pulled her finger back and sucked on the wound, her face still blank. She blinked once, then shivered.
"Inuyasha?" The voice was no longer a child's, yet it still held a touch of youth. This was the voice she had when she first met him, when she was just barely a young woman. Her arms curled around his neck, and the hint of a sad smile appeared on her face. A single tear ran down her face, and she pulled his face down to hers. This close, he could see her eyes, a nasty white film over them, clouding her vision. One pupil was larger than the other, and he knew she wasn't faking anything now.
Softly, she whispered into his ear, her sweet honey breath teasing the hair by his ears and tickling him.
"I love you Inuyasha, don't leave me." His eyes widened as he stared down at the girl. Her face was now covered in her tears, but she made no sound, not even a sniffle. She simply cried.
With a frightened gulp, Inuyasha pulled back and stared into her eyes. Maybe he could really get some answers now. She couldn't hurt him in this state. Right?
"Kagome, why didn't you tell me that you loved me?"
"Because I know you can't love me back." Inuyasha sputtered and his mouth opened and closed helplessly. Finally he squeaked out some sort of reply.
"Why do you think that?" Kagome's face twisted, a mixture of pain from her wounds and pain from her broken heart.
"Because you love Kikyo. Because I'm only her replacement. Because I'm weak, and helpless, and I'm always in the way." She frowned and sniffed, her last words a whisper. "Because I can't compete with Kikyo, and because you don't care." She snuggled into his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist as she held him. Inuyasha simply blinked. Did she really think all that?
"Kagome, what if you're wrong? What if I don't love Kikyo?" Kagome blinked up at him.
"But you do."
"No I don't!" He almost yelled it, he was so frustrated. Why hadn't she spoken of this sooner? Whether or not she could hear him or understood or ever even remembered, he would tell her exactly how he felt now.
"Kagome, I...I don't love Kikyo, ok? I...I love...you." He stumbled on the words. Kagome simply blinked again. The wind blew her hair onto her face but she didn't make a move to push it away.
"Why?" She asked, all innocence. He almost began to cry again, but whatever pride he still held onto kept him from doing so.
"Because you love me for who I am, and you've never tried to change me. You've never wished I was different, and you like me as a hanyou." He paused, stroking her face. "You're the first person to love me for who I am since my mother. Not even Kikyo could live with a hanyou. But you...you, accept me. I don't have to hide who I am with you. You know how I feel, you know who I am, and I never have to hide anything from you. You're one of the only people I can trust." By now he was crying freely, but paid no heed. His tears fell onto Kagome's face as he continued.
"I love you for who you are Kagome, not how you're like Kikyo. I love you for you.... because you love me for me." He hugged her then, and kissed her cheek briefly. He'd never let her go now. It didn't even matter if she remembered any of this at all.
Kagome's hand pressed his cheek and turned his head so that he kissed her lips. His eyes opened briefly, startled, then fluttered shut again as he responded, moving his lips against hers. His hand moved to cradle her head, as his other hand gently pressed her back, careful of the wounds. Briefly, he hesitated, then deepened the kiss as his tongue reached out of it's own accord to lightly lick her lips. Kagome grinned against his lips, opening her mouth to him. He took the offer, his tongue gently seeking hers. He was gentle, and Kagome melted in his arms, happy beyond words.
She pulled back, and when Inuyasha looked into her eyes they were clear and sparkled with intelligence. Inuyasha gulped as Kagome leaned forward to give him a quick, chaste kiss, then leaned forward, her swollen lips kissing the hair around his ears.
"Did you mean that Inuyasha?" He pulled back so she could see him, his eyes full to the brim with happy tears. She grinned then, her own eyes blurring with tears. Inuyasha took this as a yes, and bent his head once more to his work, settling the girl firmly onto his lap.
Drawing Tessaiga, he sliced the scorpion in half, the shikon shard falling out of its back and twinkling to the ground, forgotten. He scrambled to the fallen girl, his Kagome. Falling upon her, he picked her up and cradled her to his chest. He smoothed her hair back absently, letting his tears fall silently into her raven hair. Somewhere, he heard her heartbeat, faint and weak. Drawing up all his strength, Inuyasha rose, Kagome in his arms.
He walked past Miroku and Sango, their faces pale and still with shock, and nudged Kirara with his foot. Shippou was crying openly, letting his pain and grief out in waves. Kirara looked up at him then transformed. With a final look at Sango and Miroku, then a lingering glance at the convulsing kitsune, the hanyou leapt onto the cat demon's back, holding Kagome with one arm and tearing off his shirt with the other.
They flew quickly, toward the village. Inuyasha hurriedly shredded strips of fabric to be used as bandages. Without precaution or pause, he gently opened Kagome's shirt with a few flips of his claws. He smiled grimly.
"I can imagine the sits now..." he murmured to her silent form. As if in reply, a cold sweat broke on the girl's face. He frowned and lifted her slightly so that he could wrap her wounds.
Meanwhile, Sango and Miroku stood, thinking each to themselves, accompanied only by Shippou's cries. Finally, Sango woke up enough to pick up the Shikon shard. Once it was secure in a pocket, she picked up Shippou and held him, trying to quiet him. Miroku eventually pulled the both of them in a brief hug, then took Sango's free hand and Shippou as she took Hiraikotsu, and together they walked in the direction that the other three had taken.
The bandaging done, Inuyasha clung to Kagome fiercely and protectively.
"Not now baka. Don't' leave me now," he pleaded softly. Hot tears fell on her upturned face and she twitched.
"Inu...ya...sha..." she murmured. Inuyasha choked on the tears he held in and tried to smile when her eyes opened a tiny crack. His lips trembled.
"Hey wench," he whispered. She smiled.
"Don't cry baka, I'll be fine. It's just a scratch..." she took a deep, shaky breath, closing her eyes, then opened them wide again. "You took my shirt off, didn't you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Inuyasha actually laughed in reply.
"Don't sit me yet, we're in the air." Kagome nodded and closed her eyes. Inuyasha sighed with relief. She was asleep. And if she was well enough to play around, she could hang on a bit longer.
He brushed her bangs away with a claw, careful not to touch her skin. Her eyelashes fluttered in her sleep, and her soft lips were pouted in a sweet expression of tranquility. 'Just once ,' he thought silently, pleading with any gods available, 'Just once I wish I could tell her how I feel.'
He blinked slowly as he realized the position he was in. Here he was, with Kagome on his lap, her shirt open and torn in places. He could see her breasts, soft (he brushed against them earlier) and pale, beautiful. A shiver ran through him, nothing whatsoever due to cold.
Slowly, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers. Just that one action made him forget her injuries and how helpless he'd felt only moments ago. This is what he wanted. He wanted Kagome. Not Kikyo. Kikyo was dead and gone, now only a shell of her former self.
Without Inuyasha's noticing, Kagome awoke to the feel of lips against her own. She struggled inwardly, finally deciding not to move and let Inuyasha kiss her. This is what she wanted too. Right? However, when Inuyasha sub-consciously pressed harder, she moaned in pain. The small movement jarred her and disturbed her sensitive injuries.
Inuyasha almost leapt back, he was so startled. However, Kagome seemed to be asleep. He sighed and swallowed painfully. What did he just do? Oops, now he did it. He cautiously peeked at Kagome. Her eyes were closed, her breathing steady, but her mouth had the hint of a smile now. Inuyasha blushed. Was she really asleep? She'd been known to do that on occasion. Pretend to be asleep so that she could discover something that otherwise wouldn't be revealed to her. He pushed her hair off her forehead again and he saw her gulp forcefully, a blush staining her cheeks. He growled. She had been awake.
At the sound of his growl, she opened her eyes weakly and peered at him with fever-glazed eyes. She blinked slowly as they stared at each other, quietly and apprehensively.
Kagome's heart was pounding in her chest, she knew he could hear it. But why didn't he do anything? Did he think that kissing her was a mistake? Should she pretend she didn't know what happened? Act really sick?
As Kirara hit an air current, jostling them, the latter came easily and Kagome almost vaulted over the cat demon's side in her haste to hurl. Inuyasha quickly turned her head to the side, pulling her hair back from her face as he did so. After a few moments of dry retching, he placed her head on his lap, combing through her hair with his claws. He peered anxiously into her face.
"Kagome? Kagome, can you hear me?" he asked softly. Kagome turned her head from side to side, as though lost. The pain in her side intensified, and she screamed in pain as a gash rubbed against Inuyasha's clothing.
Tears welled up in the hanyou's eyes. He couldn't protect her. He wished he could simply shield her with his body, keep her protected from anything outside. But she'd gone somewhere without him, where he couldn't follow. It was nerve-wracking watching her helplessly writhe in pain.
He wondered suddenly whether or not she would live.
He shook his head. If anything, he could simply take her back to her own time and have her healed there. Yes. If Kaede couldn't offer help, he would go to Kagome's mother. He grimaced at the thought. What if she forbade Kagome to come back again? What if she told her never to see him again? He let out a sob at this prospect and he clung to Kagome without apprehension or conscious thought.
Inuyasha buried his face in her hair, nuzzling her neck softly. He couldn't stand to see her like this, so much in pain and so... helpless. He lifted his head and looked once more into her face, brushing a finger against her cheek, pale and cold.
"Mama?" Her voice came out in the high-pitched tones of a young child and made Inuyasha's blood run cold. Her hand came up and touched his face, feeling his features as though memorizing them. Her face was blank, her fingers touching his closed eyelids and dipping in the river of tears running down his face. The soft fingers moved to his lips, and rested there.
He opened his mouth to speak but the fingers moved in, preventing speech. They prodded his teeth, caressing his fangs until a spot of blood appeared on a finger. Without making a noise, Kagome pulled her finger back and sucked on the wound, her face still blank. She blinked once, then shivered.
"Inuyasha?" The voice was no longer a child's, yet it still held a touch of youth. This was the voice she had when she first met him, when she was just barely a young woman. Her arms curled around his neck, and the hint of a sad smile appeared on her face. A single tear ran down her face, and she pulled his face down to hers. This close, he could see her eyes, a nasty white film over them, clouding her vision. One pupil was larger than the other, and he knew she wasn't faking anything now.
Softly, she whispered into his ear, her sweet honey breath teasing the hair by his ears and tickling him.
"I love you Inuyasha, don't leave me." His eyes widened as he stared down at the girl. Her face was now covered in her tears, but she made no sound, not even a sniffle. She simply cried.
With a frightened gulp, Inuyasha pulled back and stared into her eyes. Maybe he could really get some answers now. She couldn't hurt him in this state. Right?
"Kagome, why didn't you tell me that you loved me?"
"Because I know you can't love me back." Inuyasha sputtered and his mouth opened and closed helplessly. Finally he squeaked out some sort of reply.
"Why do you think that?" Kagome's face twisted, a mixture of pain from her wounds and pain from her broken heart.
"Because you love Kikyo. Because I'm only her replacement. Because I'm weak, and helpless, and I'm always in the way." She frowned and sniffed, her last words a whisper. "Because I can't compete with Kikyo, and because you don't care." She snuggled into his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist as she held him. Inuyasha simply blinked. Did she really think all that?
"Kagome, what if you're wrong? What if I don't love Kikyo?" Kagome blinked up at him.
"But you do."
"No I don't!" He almost yelled it, he was so frustrated. Why hadn't she spoken of this sooner? Whether or not she could hear him or understood or ever even remembered, he would tell her exactly how he felt now.
"Kagome, I...I don't love Kikyo, ok? I...I love...you." He stumbled on the words. Kagome simply blinked again. The wind blew her hair onto her face but she didn't make a move to push it away.
"Why?" She asked, all innocence. He almost began to cry again, but whatever pride he still held onto kept him from doing so.
"Because you love me for who I am, and you've never tried to change me. You've never wished I was different, and you like me as a hanyou." He paused, stroking her face. "You're the first person to love me for who I am since my mother. Not even Kikyo could live with a hanyou. But you...you, accept me. I don't have to hide who I am with you. You know how I feel, you know who I am, and I never have to hide anything from you. You're one of the only people I can trust." By now he was crying freely, but paid no heed. His tears fell onto Kagome's face as he continued.
"I love you for who you are Kagome, not how you're like Kikyo. I love you for you.... because you love me for me." He hugged her then, and kissed her cheek briefly. He'd never let her go now. It didn't even matter if she remembered any of this at all.
Kagome's hand pressed his cheek and turned his head so that he kissed her lips. His eyes opened briefly, startled, then fluttered shut again as he responded, moving his lips against hers. His hand moved to cradle her head, as his other hand gently pressed her back, careful of the wounds. Briefly, he hesitated, then deepened the kiss as his tongue reached out of it's own accord to lightly lick her lips. Kagome grinned against his lips, opening her mouth to him. He took the offer, his tongue gently seeking hers. He was gentle, and Kagome melted in his arms, happy beyond words.
She pulled back, and when Inuyasha looked into her eyes they were clear and sparkled with intelligence. Inuyasha gulped as Kagome leaned forward to give him a quick, chaste kiss, then leaned forward, her swollen lips kissing the hair around his ears.
"Did you mean that Inuyasha?" He pulled back so she could see him, his eyes full to the brim with happy tears. She grinned then, her own eyes blurring with tears. Inuyasha took this as a yes, and bent his head once more to his work, settling the girl firmly onto his lap.