InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Broken people ❯ Giving in ( Chapter 3 )

 

She stood in front of the red front door, hesitating slightly before reaching out to open it. The house was dark and spooky, alive with grief and dust.

 

Kagome entered her home followed shortly by Inuyasha. He made no move to speak or take action, only waited until she told him what to do.

 

As soon as they crossed the threshold every memory, every ounce of pain that might have been alleviated returned, tenfold.

 

She walked through the kitchen and into the den where the familiar blue sofa stood, Inuyasha following her tentatively. He watched her study the room as if trying to see if any essence of her family still remained. Her eyes drifted to the family portrait her mother had insisted they have done three years ago. She hated the idea then, but treasured the image now. She began to feel that familiar tightening in her chest as she focused on the photo.

 

Her legs became weak and buckled under the weight of her heart. The floor closed in on her as her body fell. Her eyes opened when instead of hard floor she felt warm arms around her.

 

He caught her just in time, refusing to let her feel anymore pain than she already was. He carried her to the couch and sat her down beside him.

 

She hurt....so much more than she thought possible. It was like her insides were trying to force their way out through her skin. Everything hurt. She wanted an escape. She wanted some release.

 

Quickly she rose and made her way to a cabinet in the corner of the room. Inuyasha watched her carefully, confused. He soon found understanding when he caught sight of what she was looking for. She raised a clear bottle to her lips and began to drink as fast as her throat would allow.

 

It burned going down but she wanted the pain. She wanted to be numb, anything but what she was now.

 

He crossed the room swiftly and grabbed the bottle from her hands as she protested.

 

“Don't” his voice was full of concern and empathy. He had been in this place too.

 

“Please. Just let me drown. Please.”

 

His heart clenched at the pleading in her eyes. She wanted to be numb....maybe even to die. He could not let that happen.

 

“No. You'll regret it later. Trust me.”

 

“You're wrong. I won't. I don't have anything left to lose.”

 

He was taken aback by her response. Her voice was calm and level, not shaky and unreasonable like before. She truly believed her words.

 

“That's not true. You must have...something you love that's worth living for.”

 

She looked him straight in the eye and he had to consciously hold his ground.

 

“My family is dead. I have no job or children or even pets. I have nothing. I'm alone, completely alone.”

 

His heart broke at her words because he knew they were true. He had seen her family's graves and the vacant look in her eyes. She looked empty and he wondered if she had ever been whole.

 

She was stunningly beautiful, even as broken as she was. She looked so fragile and unloved, longing to be held in strong arms that would chase all of the sadness away.

 

“Please.”

 

Her eyes were pleading with him to save her, and causing an unseen battle to wage inside of him as her hand reached up to touch his face. She was weak and he would never take advantage of that. He cared too much for her.

 

How? How had he fallen in love with a girl that he had only known for an hour? He knew nothing about her, not even her last name, but he knew that he needed her. That they needed each other.

 

She cupped his cheek with her hand as he leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers.

 

She closed the distance between them and captured his lips with her own. His weakness took over at the feel of her soft lips, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, her arms linking behind his neck. They deepened the kiss trying to expel all hurt from each other as they melded together and formed a living work of art depicting a conflict of love and pain.

 

He abandoned her mouth in favor of her neck, and she gasped as he gently nipped and suckled on her sensitive flesh. Her hands found their way under his shirt as she began to explore the flawless skin beneath. She was amazed at how good he felt, how right he felt. She was not a virgin and this was not new to her, but he was new to her, the way he made her feel was new to her. Safe, warm, loved, this was new to her.

 

She broke away from him as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, frustrated that they would not cooperate. She was stopped suddenly when his hands grasped gently at her wrists.

 

“No. This isn't right, you're upset and vulnerable. I can't take advantage of you like this.”

 

His breath was heavy and shallow. It was taking every ounce of control he had to stop what he was doing to her. What she was doing to him.

 

“No.”

 

That was all she said before she freed herself from his hold and continued her task of unbuttoning his shirt. She didn't want to lose this small feeling of relief, though small in size, it meant more than anything to her at that moment. He made her feel something besides sorrow, besides emptiness. He made her feel loved.

 

He took hold of her hands again and forced her to look him in the eye.

 

“Please don't make this any harder. I don't want to hurt you in a moment of weakness.”

 

“I'm not a virgin.” Her words were laced with sarcasm and hurt.

 

“That's not what I meant. You're upset; you don't know what you're doing.”

 

She wiggled out of his grasp and turned away from him to hide the hurt in her eyes.

 

His heart sank as he mistook her action for one of anger and began to leave.

 

“Please don't go I'm sorry. I promise not to force myself on you again. Please I don't want to be here alone.” she was so ashamed of her actions. He had been nothing but kind to her and what had she done? Thrown her self at the poor guy.

 

He was shocked to say the least.....she thought he was angry at her? He walked over and turned her so that she was facing him.

 

Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears as he stared hard into the cobalt depths.

 

“Please” she pleaded.

 

He pulled her into his strong arms, surrounding her completely.

 

“I won't leave until you want me to. I promise.”

 

“Ok” she sniffled into his chest.

 

He tightened his grip around her, not wanting to ever let her go.

 

She had never felt so safe.

 

A few minutes later he felt her go limp in his arms. She was so exhausted, she had fallen asleep right there in the middle of the den. He took her into his arms and went in search of her room.

 

After several attempts, he finally found her room on the second floor. He laid her sleeping form down on the bright pink comforter. He tried to leave her there and sleep next to the bed on the floor, but she wouldn't let him go. Her grip on him was unrelenting so he gave in and lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her small frame as she snuggled against his chest.

 

He breathed in the scent of her hair; lavender and clover.

 

Inuyasha had never slept so well in his life.