InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Challenge to the Alpha ❯ Healing is the Hardest Part ( Chapter 9 )

9.Healing is the Hardest Part

 

 

 

Inuyasha regained his hanyou appearance not long after the Tetsusaiga was returned to his body. He was still unconscious; he had been that way for over a day. Miroku was back among the sentient, his left hand now going after Sango's rear, it annoyed Sango but it did give Kagome a sense of normality, in the dire situation. Kagome helped Sango set his broken wrist as best they could; Kagome wondered if the wrist would ever be fully functioning again. Kirara was sleeping soundly curled between Makkura and Shippo. They were all hurt, but healing rapidly. Kagome wished in vein they could make it to Kaede's village, but no one among them had the strength to make the journey, she doubted Inuyasha should even be moved. Kagome was thankful her Mother had refilled her first aid kit, and that her Grandpa had acquired sutures and needles, as much as it turned her stomach she was the one sewing them all back together. She doubted any emergency room nurse could do any better in her situation. Sango had watched over her shoulder as she stitched their wounds closed. As well as could be expected of her while reading the medical book, Kagome was proud of her work, and most of the wounds would heal without too much of a scar, Inuyasha most of all, his youkai blood quickly aiding in his recovery. However his lack of alertness worried her to her core. Even if he would just open his eyes so he knew she was there with him, Kagome knew deep down he was aware of her presence, she longed for him to hold her again, she needed him to tell her it was going to be alright.

 

 

Unfortunately they were still in the wolf-demon's territory. Even though Ayame guaranteed no wolf-demon or their four-legged counterpart would attack them Sango and Kagome were overly anxious, jumping at any snap of a twig, or if the leaves rustled a little too much. Miroku laughed at them, but even he was uneasy, he knew that there would be those among the wolf-demon tribes that would scream for their blood, even if Koga was the one to instigate the battle. The number of wolf-demons had plummeted dramatically at the claws of only a hanyou, and his human pack; their pride was hurt and they would want retribution. They could do nothing but hope Ayame kept to her word. Miroku and Sango sat side-by-side away form the others, sitting in silence enjoying the fact they were both still around to sit in silence together. Sango sighed and rested her head on the stunned monks shoulder, he couldn't help but smile as depraved thoughts plagued his mind.

 

Kagome sat in the late afternoon, the trees shading them all, Kirara left the young ones and found a sunny patch content to sleep away the rest of the afternoon. Inuyashas head was cradled in her lap. They were all healing in one way or another, Kagome rested her hand on her shoulder, the bite injury was still tender, but the teeth wounds were nearly closed.

 

What is my Mom going to say about this? Now she will think we did it, oh boy, what will Grandpa say? That is a whole new category of illnesses! Oh gross! Okay, Mom can't find out. There go tank tops! At least till it is all healed, what was I thinking!

 

“Does it hurt?” Wide blue eyes she looked down into the clear gold eyes of Inuyasha, a relaxed smile on his lips.

 

 

“Don't worry about me, how do you feel?” Kagome smiled back warmly at him, fighting the urge to kiss him, he just looked so vulnerable in her lap.

 

“I don't really know, I just opened my eyes, but that didn't hurt.” His smile widened his fangs poked out between his lips. Kagome stroked the side of his face; her touch was cool against his skin, he was fearful to see how bad he looked, remembering the beating he had taken. “Kagome,” a flood of memories played behind his eyes, he should be dead, not lying in her arms. “I changed again didn't I?” She only nodded; he then realized Sango and Miroku were not to be seen. “Oh Kami, tell me I didn't kill Sango and Miroku.”

 

“What? No, they are just fine, don't worry, we all made it through, even if we are banged up.” Kagome smoothed his hair back from his face, she gently kissed his forehead, she yearned to feel herself against his body, and she wanted to put his fears to rest. But he was awake; she'd be content with that. “Do you remember much of it Inuyasha?”

 

“No, not really just pain, and you were attacked, and then nothing, after that, all I seemed to see and smell is a river of blood, and hatred burning in my veins.” Inuyasha blinked hard forcing back vivid images into the hidden recesses of his mind. “Tetsusaiga, something took Tetsusaiga.”

 

“Yeah, but lets not worry about that, you have Tetsusaiga, and you are awake, and we are all still among the living.” She was waiting for him to ask after Koga, but he didn't.

 

“Are you just going to slack off all day? You've had enough sleep to last a week I would think.” Miroku strode up to the lounging Inuyasha. “However if I was in Kagomes' lap I doubt that I would want to move either.”

 

“Miroku.” Sango stood behind him obviously agitated; leery he turned to the exterminator.

 

The monk shied away, waiting for a hand to the face, instead Sango pulled him to her giving him a deep kiss, as quickly as she kissed him she turned just as quickly walking off into the trees. Her face colored by a deep blush, she could not figure out why she did it, maybe she feared her own mortality? Maybe if she didn't do it now she never would, or may not get another chance. They still had to defeat Naraku, and save her brother Kohaku. Maybe she just wanted to feel like a woman too.

 

“You two saw that right? I am not imagining that happening right? I mean I did hit my head pretty hard during the battle, maybe I am still asleep?” Miroku was completely stunned.

 

“Dream or not go after her Miroku.” Inuyasha, with Kagomes help sat upright. “Go dummy!”

 

“Yes, yes. Maybe I'm dead.” He muttered chasing after Sango.

 

 

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Ginta and Hakkaku paced through the wolf den, the injured greatly outnumbered the living, and the dead outnumbered both the living and injured. Koga was barely hanging on, Ayame was beside herself, but outwardly she was the leader, a true Granddaughter to the Elder. She had sent word to those who remained in her territory, mainly the females and pups; she knew what it would take for the clans' numbers to grow again. There numbers were already declining before the challenge, now; if something was not done soon her clan would die out. Kagome was a miko, Ayame knew she could help her people, but would she come? Kogas faithful lackeys were making her crazy with their constant worry, she would send those two. If they could even find Kagome and her friends before time ran out on Koga.

 

“Hey, Ginta, Hakkaku, come here.” Ayame was at Kogas side, she was afraid to leave, even for a moment. The battered wolf prince was crying out in his sleep, obvious he was being plagued by visions of his fight with a full youkai Inuyasha. How the half-breed was capable of such a thing was beyond her logic, but she had seen the end result. “Go persuade your friend Kagome to come aid our people, I fear she is the only one who can help Koga, if she will not come, he will be counted among the dead very soon, so go quickly.”

 

The brothers looked at Koga, shocked to see him in such a condition, he had been hurt before, poisoned, stabbed, clawed, he'd beaten so many demons much larger than himself, with little more than a scratch, but to have himself reduced to the bruised, bloody body before them was almost too much for the brothers to grasp. Koga had been their best friend as pups, always looking out for them, now they would have to convince Kagome to save his life. They both doubted that possibility, they had heard of what Koga tried to do to her, why would she help them, or even hear them out? They both felt dread welling up in them as they raced to the forest.

 

 

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Miroku found Sango sitting peacefully by a small brook that ran into the large river in the wolves' territory. She knew he was there, her body shifted uneasily on the fallen tree she was sitting on. Before he could even reach out to her she turned to face him. Tears gleaming in her eyes, her cheeks were wet with their trails to her chin.

 

“Miroku. I… I am sorry for the way I behaved, I just felt like I was never going to be as a normal woman who gets to live her life. I have always been a slayer, I have to always be strong, no weakness of the heart, until you.”

 

Miroku gathered her up in his arms, ignoring the pain in his broken wrist, he tightly held her to him, she could feel his heart pounding, beneath his robes. “I want no other my sweetest Sango, even if we only were to live another hour know how I feel for you, hold it in your heart. Know that you have a man that loves you, one that wants spend however many remaining days he has with you.” Miroku lovingly kissed her lips. “I would say protect you, but it is the other way around with us, am I right.” She smiled slightly.

 

“But you pursue so many others. How can I believe you?”

 

“I proposition so many others waiting for the day when you say to me `Miroku I want to bare your children!', I have only been waiting for you.” Sango kissed him, this time taking the initiative. Her tongue exploring the confines of his mouth, savoring the rush of heat that engulfed her body, Miroku felt it as well.

 

Miroku was confused on what to do with the woman in his arms, the proper thing, or the thing that his lover half was rising to the occasion for. He pulled back as his moral side told him to do, she was upset right now, they had only a day earlier knocked on deaths door together. He had to be certain if what she was feeling was genuine, or due to only the stresses they were all feeling.

 

“Miroku, why?” Sango looked at him confused and ashamed. What had she done wrong, was she being too forceful?

 

“When we leave this place, and our minds and our bodies are over the recent trauma we will pick up where we just left off. As hard as that is for me to say to you, because Buddha knows I would love to ravage you right now, I could do things to you to make the sun and moon blush, but we shall, when we are both clear headed. Of that I promise, and I will uphold that promise believe me beloved Sango.”

 

Miroku took her hand in his, and lead her back to the others, Sango was completely speechless, Miroku, act like a gentleman?

 

 

A/N: Okay, was it too much fluff? I just wanted to show how they were all reacting to their individual situations.