InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cannot Be Broken ❯ The Power of Touch ( Chapter 7 )

“GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!”

 

“Well, that's a little extreme and unnecessary don't you think?”

 

Kagome scowled at the retort and kicked the blankets off of her. “It's been ages, Sango! I've been staring at these walls forever. I'm sticky, I stink and I want out!” She crossed her arms with a huff.

 

Sango gazed at the prone girl laying on the futon. Her hair was in disarray and the yukata she was wearing was wrinkled and smelled of medicine. Her chest was still bruised, but not as dark as it once was. Most of it had faded to pink and yellow, though some of the blunt trauma was still a slight purple. Her skin was stained pale green from the salve used to help with the healing.

 

Yes, the poor girl needed a bath, but most of all she needed a change of pace. Sango could see the girl was going stir crazy. The whole manor could hear her pent up frustrations. InuYasha was wise to find himself another room on the opposite side of the manor while the girl healed, or the whole territory would hear them up in arms.

 

`Though him finding another room in order to let Kagome heal was not the complete reason.' Sango thought. She laughed at the sprawled girl on the bed. “It's only been two weeks, Kagome, and you needed to heal. But looking at you now, if you're well enough to wake the dead, you're well enough to get up and look around.”

 

“Really?” Kagome sat up stiffly and stretched.

 

“Yes, but you have to take it easy.” Sango frowned. Easier said than done.

 

Kagome hopped out of bed and winced. She swayed slightly, feeling dizzy as her tense, sore muscles unfurled. She realized she shouldn't have stood up so quickly and flopped unceremoniously back down on the mattress.

 

“Damn it, okay.” The weak girl groaned, though she said it to her own body than she did to Sango.

 

The demon slayer smiled. The girl had spunk and they had quickly become friends over the last few weeks, but Sango still couldn't place something about the girl. Though her miko powers were intense, they seemed to be erratic to a point of worry. Kagome did not seem to be very disciplined for a miko, and the wild fluctuations of her aura proved it. Sango had a hard time believing the girl was all she appeared to be. Yet Kagome was full of humor and spontaneity. It was easy to ignore her atypical miko characteristics. No wonder InuYasha was so intrigued with her. The slayer just hoped he realized just what he might have gotten himself into. She eyed the girl covertly as she tidied up the room some before facing the girl.

 

“Come on.” Sango held her hand out for Kagome to take to help her stand. “I'll take you down to the bath house to get you cleaned up and have a look around.”

 

The young miko smiled thankfully and again stood, wobbling as she tested her muscles and balance. Kagome's twisted ankle had healed well, but was still slightly stiff. It was only a minor sprain, and she could easily walk on it, but she appreciated the slayer's assistance all the same.

 

She was led to the chamber door leading to the rest of the manor and Kagome's mood brightened significantly. Finally, freedom at last!

 

Well, freedom for a person mated to an arrogant prick, living in a place she had no idea where, and being supported to walk by a demon hunter bodyguard, wearing nothing but a thin, cotton yukata that was a bit too large for her, and that slipped almost too often to show the most inappropriate parts to make it shameful to go anywhere. But aside from all that it was freedom all the same.

 

Standing in the open hallway, Kagome finally got a look at her bearings. It was revitalizing, it was refreshing, and it was…. It was…. It wasn't much.

 

Kagome frowned and gazed up and down the corridor. The hallway stretched to the right and left of her. It ended at the borders to her exceedingly large room. She could make out stairs leading down on both sides so she could only assume they were on the top floor.

 

Her chamber door behind her was the only door on the floor, but she wasn't surprised. The room she was staying in was huge, though sparsely furnished. The hallway only had one saving grace and that was the wall in front of her. It was gray slate, like the rest of the manor, but it was lined with large glassed windows that let light shine in and brighten the corridor.

 

She staggered towards a window and looked out. She gaped in awe. The view was amazing. Wild grassy fields stretched into an autumn touched forest. The colors were vivid in the morning sun. Reds, oranges, yellows and greens flickered and flowed in the breeze. The only thing that dulled the forest was the ocean beyond. Its royal blue waters cast into the horizon as far as she could see. Its waves were only speckles, like diamonds, glittering from the light of the sky.

 

She had never seen anything so amazing. The Western Territory only had a view of the mountains from the north and sparse woodlands, but never had she seen so much in the way of color and life as she did at that moment.

 

Sango smiled. “Welcome to the Eastern Territory, also known as InuYasha's Forest.”

 

Kagome glanced over at Sango but didn't respond as the slayer led her to a staircase to their left. She kept peeking out of the remaining windows as they walked, too inspired to want to look anywhere else. The outside was alive and warm and wild. Her heart thundered slightly, wanting to cast herself out into it. Sea birds floated on the currents of wind, sometimes camouflaging with the white fluffy clouds overhead. She wanted so badly to just keep watching, but there was still so much to explore.

 

Reaching the next level down, Kagome could see that the overall shape of the manor was like a squared horseshoe, with her own chamber being the top floor.

 

She was about to step out from the staircase to have a look, but Sango explained that many of these rooms were empty chambers and there was little to see of interest. However there was a large library that was situated underneath her own chamber and when she wanted could explore at her own leisure.

 

Kagome wondered if this is where InuYasha has been staying, and if so, which room? But she shook her head quickly telling herself she didn't care. Descending down the same set of stairs, they made it to the ground level.

 

“This floor would normally be the public domain since it's the main floor. The kitchen and cooks' quarters are on the opposite corridor from where we are now. A grand room takes up the center, as well as the main entrance, and the bath chambers and servants quarters takes up this side.” Sango explained.

 

Kagome nodded. Compared to Otou-san's manor, this was relatively small and quaint, but it was clean, airy and bright. She loved it.

 

“The bath chambers are where?” She cast her eyes around before looking at Sango.

 

The slayer grinned. “Follow me.”

 

She led Kagome out of the winding stair well to the open corridor of the main floor and finally down the hallway to its end. A finely decorated oak door was their destination. Sango smiled proudly as she opened the door to reveal what was inside. Kagome's jaw nearly dropped.

 

The bath chamber was actually a very large hot spring incorporated into the manor. Black slate made up the walls and the floor, creating an erotic and sensual feel. Benches and herbal baskets lined the walls, as well as towels and bath buckets. Steam filled the room, which escaped through small vents in the walls to the outside. A glass ceiling made the room shine from the mid-morning sun, and the steam on windows made enough privacy to make the room completely secluded. The entire place smelled sweet and heavenly, and Kagome's whole body nearly melted from the relaxing atmosphere.

 

“Years ago, InuYasha's father discovered this hot spring and built the manor around it. It was a wedding gift for InuYasha's mother.” Sango smiled sadly. “When she passed away it was left to InuYasha, as well as all the land surrounding it.”

 

Kagome looked stunned at Sango. She knew that Sesshomaru and InuYasha shared the same father, but she never knew much about her adopted grandfather's life beyond that. He had died long before Sesshomaru took her in, and because of the dishonor of the birth of InuYasha placed in Sesshomaru's house, little was spoken about either. From the stories she heard, she just assumed the mating of the human woman by her grandfather was a mistake, since Sesshomaru often referred to InuYasha as such. She did not know that they were married, nor that this was a home they shared. Why didn't Sesshomaru tell her that? And why did he fight so long over something that was not rightfully his? If it were true that their father had left this land for InuYasha.

 

Sango watched Kagome's confused and mystified expression. She knew that she must have a lot of questions, but there was plenty of time, and better places to discuss such things. She smiled warmly.

 

“There are several herbs to wash in, towels are at your disposal, and basins of cold water to rinse in when you are done. Leave your yukata here, I will bring you a fresh robe to wear up to your room.” With that, Sango left the girl to her own devices.

 

Kagome stood there alone looking around for a long while, feeling out of place all of a sudden. But seeing as how she really needed a wash, there wasn't much she could do. Eventually she made her way to the basins lining the wall, choosing light smelling herbs to wash with. Casting off the old yukata, she set herself down into the hot water and reveled in its warmth. Her body began to hum with pleasure, but her mind was spinning. Many things needed to be answered, but the one person she trusted to ask was now gone. She could no longer see him, no matter how bad her heart called for him.

 

“Otou-san, what had really happened? Nothing I was told seems to be real. I don't understand. Oh, Otou…nothing is simple anymore. Nothing is how I thought it was, how I thought it would be. InuYasha is not what I thought… he is not what I was made to believe… is he?” Kagome leaned her front against the stone rim of the hot pool and sighed.

 

No, nothing seemed right anymore. Her mind was trying to tell her what she ought to believe, but her heart….

 

Truth. She begged and thirsted for truth. But where would one find truth when she was taught never to trust the very people who had the answers? `Okay then… so where do I go from here?'

 

Kagome thought for a while and breathed out wearily. She shook her head. `What other choice do I have?' If she wanted to know the answers, she would just have to find out the other side of the story. It was just a matter of finding out who to ask.

 

It was some time later when she finally got out of the spring. She deftly doused a bucket of cold water over her body, rinsing away the lather and sweat, leaving her body slightly pink and tingly all over. Sputtering, she stumbled naked around the room looking for the towels to dry her now blinded eyes of the water. She was beginning to wonder what had ever happened to Sango when she heard the oak door open.

 

“I was wondering what was taking you so long. I thought I had to make it back up to the room naked.” Kagome giggled, blindly grabbing for a towel and patted her face dry.

 

Not hearing any response, she turned her head to the door and yelped.

 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Kagome yelled and gathered the towel hastily around her, fumbling with the folds in order to cover herself. “Is it a habit for you to barge in when ever I bathe?”

 

A very intimidating looking hanyou said nothing as he cast his eyes over her.

 

Damn it, where did he learn that look? Kagome squirmed a bit under his gaze. Her skin flushed darker, especially since she noticed he was barely clothed as well.

 

He wore a red hakama and a devilish smile. His hair was hanging in tousled damp strands and it was cast all around him. Whatever he was doing before he arrived he was doing it with a lot of exertion, since his body gleamed under droplets of sweat.

 

Kagome swallowed. Her mouth had gone suddenly dry, and she spun her gaze quickly away. `Look anywhere else, for the love of all that's good and gracious….'

 

A sound caught her attention. He was walking over to her! She swept her eyes back at him and attempted a glare. What was he planning now?

 

He moved like an animal ready for a kill - lightly, sensually, and sinewy. His eyes were dangerously soft, inviting, and enticing. They lavished over her body so hungrily she had to clench her fists, digging her nails into her flesh to keep her from shivering in desire. `Gods, why does he do that to me? He is an overbearing, heartless, sexually dominating, beautiful … damn it!'

 

“Not quite.” He finally drawled an answer to her long forgotten question. He walked around her once, inches away, as if calculating her weaknesses, before stopping in front of her.

 

`Too close!' Her mind screamed, but she refused to move. She would not give him the satisfaction of daunting her.

 

He bent his head to brush his lips over her ear, tickling her neck and cheek with his whispered breath and soft mane.

 

“Seeing you naked was never a habit, but I'll make it one.” He purred that same growl that made her whole body tremble, almost screaming for her to say `shut up and fuck me!'

 

Kagome closed her eyes and involuntarily breathed in his sweet, wonderful musk. `Oh fuck me, what do I do?' He moved so close that her breasts were touching his chest. The faint rumbling of his growl was teasing her already hardened nipples under the thin towel she had tried using to hide her modesty.

 

He was still leaning over her, his face now hovering over her neck and shoulder, breathing deep breaths of her. Still, Kagome could not bring herself to move or open her eyes to watch him. Now it was no longer her need to act superior, now it was the fear that she would entangle herself into her uncontrollable desires. The emotions she felt when he was near were so overwhelming that she could almost swear she could see them. Things around her felt like they were pulsing, radiating into her, and she was quickly becoming drugged by the rhythm and feel of it all. Her mind began to drift into oblivion, trying to will her body into submission.

 

She heard soft panting and realized it was she. `Oh no, is that coming from me?!'

 

Kagome shut her mouth quickly and snapped her eyes open, trying in some way to gain control. She felt slightly buzzed, yet oddly content. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to lean into him and taste the skin that smelled so male and so arousing.

 

She flinched her head and blinked. She had to concentrate on something else. Stay strong… stay resolute….

 

Staring ahead she saw his golden shoulder, haloed by ethereal white hair. He seemed to be practically glowing. Glowing? Her lids lowered lazily. He looked so smooth and strong. She could see the muscles flow with every small movement he made. It was hypnotic.

 

A sound, like a loud heartbeat, thudded with each throb of desire she felt for him. She swayed slightly from the small shock waves of energy pulses, coming from gods knew where. She reflexively reached a hand out to touch the shoulder in front of her to steady herself and leaned into him.

 

Her eyes were drawn to the contrast of their skins; silver and gold, yet both were surrounded by a halo of white light, spiked with blues and pinks. Where did this light come from?

 

She blinked, trying to clear her sight and mind. Instead her eyes focused on movement. She watched as a bead of sweat traveled down his shoulder, catching on his collarbone. She gazed at it longingly. Her expression turned drunkenly peaceful, forgetting where she was, and whom it was she was now pressing against.

 

The droplet of sweat flashed and flickered enticingly. Kagome's eyes crinkled in confusion as she studied it. A rainbowed glaze swirled on its surface, beckoning her, before it dropped onto her chest. She could feel it slide down between her breasts, tickling her already sensitive skin, but her attention was soon drawn elsewhere.

 

She could hear growling and it was getting stronger, more urgent. What was that? She blinked several times trying to find her bearings. The glowing flesh in front of her was getting stronger and brighter…. The hanyou became sharper in contrast and she could see him more clearly than anything she had ever seen.

 

“In…Inu…Yasha?” She breathed. The pulses of their auras were washing over her in waves and she leaned heavily against him, both for support, but also to draw in more of his life energy that she had become addicted to.

 

InuYasha couldn't believe it. Kagome was in his arms, and she wasn't fighting him, in fact, she was leaning into him. He couldn't be imagining that.

 

`Oh fuck, Kagome.' He clenched his eyes closed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her for dear life. His whole world was in this moment. Even the touch of her was making him throb with love and desire, and she seemed to sway into him with rhythmic ease. `She has to feel it too, doesn't she?'

 

He thanked every god imaginable that he decided to come to the hot spring at this very moment. He had overexerted himself once again while in the training room, trying desperately to purge his physical needs out on his fighting. He had come to the bath chamber only to douse away his morning exercise, but instead found her here, achingly beautiful and naked.

 

Her smart ass scolding of him made him smile, but her regal, overbearing attitude made him want to tease and stoke her fiery temper. He had only intended to make her feel submissive under him, expecting she would retaliate and fight back. Instead, she stood steadfast, and attempted to ignore him. She even attempted to stare him down when he approached. Oh, damn, she looked so good. Her hair was slicked back, her eyes stormy, and her scent… gods, it was enough to have him want to beg on his knees for more.

 

He had towered over her to taunt her, but she still stood fast against his tormenting. It aggravated him to no end. He wanted her to submit.

 

He had rested his face between her shoulder and neck, growling lustily, blatantly asking for a feisty Kagome to emerge to fight, but again, she just stood there and… panted? His ears had twitched in desperate questioning.

 

When her hand rested lightly on his shoulder, he nearly bucked at the sensual touch. He was not prepared for this, but he would not let go now for the life of him.

 

Her scent had changed too. It was unbelievable. So wild and alive, like spring rain, summer sun, autumn wind and winter breath. How was that possible? She smelled of life itself. He couldn't bring himself to move from that spot, and as much as her smell confused him, it captivated him more.

 

His growl had deepened in a possessive claim, begging her body to respond to him, and not turn him away, not now.

 

“In… Inu… Yasha?”

 

Her soft voice reached him tenderly, and he opened his eyes to see that they were glazed and hooded by her black tendrils. Her voice sounded raspy with need, yet so achingly innocent. Fuck, her whole being felt so warm and intoxicating. He needed her. He needed her now! His hands slowly reached for the folds of her towel.

 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

 

The heavy knocking at the door made the two jump back in surprise. Stunned, Kagome pushed herself off the hanyou and inadvertently collided her back into the stone wall behind her. Her mind still swayed as the room reverted back to normal, but the senses of her body were quickly collecting together. Realization at what they were doing finally dawned on her and she paled.

 

Sango poked her head around the door, “Kagome, are you…? Oh, InuYasha….”

 

Her eyes quickly scanned the scene. Kagome looked pale and unrecognizable, while InuYasha seemed to be fisting his hands so hard blood dripped to the floor. Sango was not quite sure what to do, rescue the girl or rescue InuYasha. She could not see InuYasha's face, since he was turned away from her, but the expression on Kagome's face was murderous.

 

The girl in question tucked the towel tighter around her and glared hatefully at the hanyou, but his eyes were hooded by his silken bangs and his countenance frightened her. He stood tall and unmoving, his muscles tight. She had never felt an aura so formidable. Kagome almost shivered under its weight. She looked away quickly, and cast her eyes on the demon slayer waiting by the door.

 

She attempted to step lightly around the half demon, her body on edge, as if expecting him to grab her as she passed by him, but he did not. He just remained stone still and she could sense a prismatic collage of emotions running through his aura. She inhaled in shock and stood still beside him, looking at him fully for the first time. An aura always told a person's true feelings, and the emotions she read from him stunned her to the core.

 

`He…he feels….' She shook her head quickly. `No, that's not possible…he can't possibly feel that way!'

 

Her eyes again could see the white light beginning to grow and echo off the hanyou and herself. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to dispel what she was seeing and feeling. Snapping her eyes open, she looked quickly upon the demon slayer, only to see the same halo of light, but it was now dissipating around Sango. What was going on? What was happening? What the hell was this light?

 

In fright and uncertainty, Kagome ran from the chamber, sidestepping around the slayer in her haste to escape.

 

Glimpsing at an unresponsive InuYasha, Sango hesitantly followed after the girl, shutting the door heavily behind her.

 

Immediately a loud roar emitted around the bath chamber as InuYasha took two steps towards the stone wall in front of him. He raked his claws deeply into it while collapsing on his knees on the hard stone ground. He heaved in several gulps of air trying to regain his breath but was failing miserably. He was in so much pain it was hard to breathe. His hard shaft was pounding tightly within his hakama, but not as hard as his heart was. He felt as if he was in a desperate battle, and he was quickly losing everything.

 

He rested his forehead against the cool surface of the wall and growled. `Oh Gods, Kagome, you're going to be the death of me….'

 

She ran from him. Again he had chased her away. One thing was becoming obviously clear; he could not be with Kagome like this again. Next time he would not be able to control himself. Next time someone may not be fortunate enough to save her from him. `Kagome…you're killing me, and I can't get enough.'

 

No, he could not be near her again, he knew that. But he also knew, he could never stay away.