InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bring Me to Life ❯ Drown the Drama in Hot Springs ( Chapter 15 )
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By: Crystalline Twine 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.09.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 390 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.09.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 390 | Status: Completed
Chapter 15 : Drown the Drama in Hot Springs
She quickly undressed and slipped into the water, washed, and then folded her arms on the cool tiles around the hot springs, and layed her chin on them. She sighed, and burried her face in her arms. Slowly, her shoulders began to shake and tears rolled down her cheeks and pooled on the tile. She had exercised her control and held her tears at bay, but when she had looked into his eyes, she had wanted to tell him everything, yet it seemed he already knew. He could look into her eyes and read anything, as if she was an open book. She hated that he could bring her to tears with one or two simple sentences and just a look. She couldn't stop the overflow of tears that refused to yeild any longer.
Sesshoumaru stood outside the door. He knew she had only said that so she would have a reason to get away from him. What had he been thinking? How could he kiss her? She appearantly still loved Inuyasha, but she had told Sen that she did not. Why would she lie? He shook himself from his thoughts. He could hear her crying, and it had much the same affect as it did when Rin would cry, which was not very often. He could not just let her cry until she fell asleep in the hot springs. She might slip in while asleep or such. He quietly slipped in, shutting the door behind him. He crouched by her, a bath rob in his hand. He laid a hand lightly on her cheek. She slowly looked up at him. "Come on out, Kagome." She slowly moved to the steps and started to get out, but did not pay much mind to the fact that he was once again seeing her naked. He held up the rob, and she slipped her arms in it, then was speechless as he pulled it around her and tied it. He picked her up, craddling her in his arms, and took her back to her room, shutting the door behind them once again. He sat down on her futon, still holding her in his arms. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, and he wiped them away. "Do you still love my half brother?"
Kagome sniffed for a minute before answered in a firm voice. "No." She noticed that he was incredibly soft and comfortable, or at least she felt that way in his arms.
He gave her a soft hug. "Then do not cry for him."
She sniffed again, and gazed indifferently at his shirt. "I'm not crying for him, or because he did not choose to be with me, but because he chose to be with a shell of a person, filled with hate who feeds on the souls of the dying and dead, over me. She's my superior in everything except kindness. She has but a single piece of my soul, and can do almost anything I can ten times better."
"I doubt that is true. I would say it appears to be the other way around. If I were guessing, you're ten times stronger, faster, more precise, and more beautiful then she has ever been. You've trained and earned your abilities. You are ten times the person she could ever hope to be."
Kagome smiled slightly through her tears, and clung to the demon lord's shirt. "Thank you for everything, m'lord. I'm sorry I went to get rid of the demon instead of doing as I know you would have wished, but what am I to do, when I can't do my job?" She had left out the part about her not feeling well, hoping he would not notice.
Sure enough, he noticed when he looked into her eyes. "One should do what they can; but if there is something they cannot do at that point in time, they should not instigate toward it. Yet, I can sense there is something that you are trying to hide."
Kagome looked up at him, then looked down. "I was not feeling well, but I did not wish for Rin to have to spend even longer inside they castle if she had a chance to go outside. I should have been able to take care of the demon even so, though, but this demon was different from the ones that have came after the Shikon lately."
Sesshoumaru looked at her in silence for a while, and Kagome could not look him in the face. "You always put others before yourself. Even if it is something as trivial as a shirt, you put it before your health. It is not wrong to do something for yourself."
"But it would make me selfish."
"It would not. It would make you normal person." Kagome could not think of anything to say, so she just clung tighter to the demon lord. "Is that all?"
"Hmm? Yes. I do not know of anything else you wish to know, or at least I don't think so."
"You could explain what that was in the dojo. I would like to know where that came from."
"Oh. I really have no idea. It felt like my mind wanted two different things. Each one wanted to triumph." Everything that came from her lips was a hushed whisper, as if she wasn't sure what she was saying, and she didn't want anyone to hear but him.
Such a thing seemed odd to him, but he could tell she was not lying or trying to hide anything from him. Her breathing had been ragged and whispy before, but now it had quieted and calmed into a steady, slow rythym. She had fallen asleep in his arms, her hands still clutching the material, but he found he really did not mind. He was just glad he had gave her peace. He quietly deposited her in her futon, still in the robe, and let her sleep.
She quickly undressed and slipped into the water, washed, and then folded her arms on the cool tiles around the hot springs, and layed her chin on them. She sighed, and burried her face in her arms. Slowly, her shoulders began to shake and tears rolled down her cheeks and pooled on the tile. She had exercised her control and held her tears at bay, but when she had looked into his eyes, she had wanted to tell him everything, yet it seemed he already knew. He could look into her eyes and read anything, as if she was an open book. She hated that he could bring her to tears with one or two simple sentences and just a look. She couldn't stop the overflow of tears that refused to yeild any longer.
Sesshoumaru stood outside the door. He knew she had only said that so she would have a reason to get away from him. What had he been thinking? How could he kiss her? She appearantly still loved Inuyasha, but she had told Sen that she did not. Why would she lie? He shook himself from his thoughts. He could hear her crying, and it had much the same affect as it did when Rin would cry, which was not very often. He could not just let her cry until she fell asleep in the hot springs. She might slip in while asleep or such. He quietly slipped in, shutting the door behind him. He crouched by her, a bath rob in his hand. He laid a hand lightly on her cheek. She slowly looked up at him. "Come on out, Kagome." She slowly moved to the steps and started to get out, but did not pay much mind to the fact that he was once again seeing her naked. He held up the rob, and she slipped her arms in it, then was speechless as he pulled it around her and tied it. He picked her up, craddling her in his arms, and took her back to her room, shutting the door behind them once again. He sat down on her futon, still holding her in his arms. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, and he wiped them away. "Do you still love my half brother?"
Kagome sniffed for a minute before answered in a firm voice. "No." She noticed that he was incredibly soft and comfortable, or at least she felt that way in his arms.
He gave her a soft hug. "Then do not cry for him."
She sniffed again, and gazed indifferently at his shirt. "I'm not crying for him, or because he did not choose to be with me, but because he chose to be with a shell of a person, filled with hate who feeds on the souls of the dying and dead, over me. She's my superior in everything except kindness. She has but a single piece of my soul, and can do almost anything I can ten times better."
"I doubt that is true. I would say it appears to be the other way around. If I were guessing, you're ten times stronger, faster, more precise, and more beautiful then she has ever been. You've trained and earned your abilities. You are ten times the person she could ever hope to be."
Kagome smiled slightly through her tears, and clung to the demon lord's shirt. "Thank you for everything, m'lord. I'm sorry I went to get rid of the demon instead of doing as I know you would have wished, but what am I to do, when I can't do my job?" She had left out the part about her not feeling well, hoping he would not notice.
Sure enough, he noticed when he looked into her eyes. "One should do what they can; but if there is something they cannot do at that point in time, they should not instigate toward it. Yet, I can sense there is something that you are trying to hide."
Kagome looked up at him, then looked down. "I was not feeling well, but I did not wish for Rin to have to spend even longer inside they castle if she had a chance to go outside. I should have been able to take care of the demon even so, though, but this demon was different from the ones that have came after the Shikon lately."
Sesshoumaru looked at her in silence for a while, and Kagome could not look him in the face. "You always put others before yourself. Even if it is something as trivial as a shirt, you put it before your health. It is not wrong to do something for yourself."
"But it would make me selfish."
"It would not. It would make you normal person." Kagome could not think of anything to say, so she just clung tighter to the demon lord. "Is that all?"
"Hmm? Yes. I do not know of anything else you wish to know, or at least I don't think so."
"You could explain what that was in the dojo. I would like to know where that came from."
"Oh. I really have no idea. It felt like my mind wanted two different things. Each one wanted to triumph." Everything that came from her lips was a hushed whisper, as if she wasn't sure what she was saying, and she didn't want anyone to hear but him.
Such a thing seemed odd to him, but he could tell she was not lying or trying to hide anything from him. Her breathing had been ragged and whispy before, but now it had quieted and calmed into a steady, slow rythym. She had fallen asleep in his arms, her hands still clutching the material, but he found he really did not mind. He was just glad he had gave her peace. He quietly deposited her in her futon, still in the robe, and let her sleep.