InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chaos ❯ Touch ( Chapter 6 )

Sorry for the time this took. I had a sort of mental block. I knew where I wanted to go with this story, but I was having a hard time getting there. Anyway please let me know if you like it, or if you don't. Or if you have any ideas for it (Anything would be helpful). To all those that reviewed my story: Thank You! There were a couple that really moved me and a couple that really helped me to continue writing my story! Anyway: Thank You All!

When InuYasha woke, he found darkness pressing in around them. A shroud of blackness had settled over the room in which the two were sleeping. The blackness hung like a living shadow. It pulsated with a life of its own. No simple night could create such harsh blackness as that which now engulfed the two.

His eyes were useless in the darkened room, but what concerned him more was the absence of random smells. With the hours that they had slept it should be morning by now. Villagers should be up, starting their fires, cooking, doing something! The lack of smells bothered him. He had a good nose and could smell anything. Even the dirt floor should have held an odor for his nose. He was accustomed to the distasteful stench of life, and now that it was gone, it bothered him.

His senses told him nothing of his surrounding. Except for the sensation of touch. In his arms he held a warmth that made him forget all else. It was Kagome. Worries were erased as a single thought raced through his head.

My Kagome..........

The two were lying side by side, facing one another. Both their arms were locked around the other one. Each pressed the other tightly against them, as though clinging for dear life. A short while ago Kagome had been found frozen and near dead. Now, in his arms, she burned with an amorous heat. Her skin was fiery to the touch and it was welcomed. The warmth that flowed from her body meant she was healing.

The only movement in the dark and shadowed room came from the one he held. Kagome was sleeping peacefully and the rise and fall of her chest as she slept enthralled him. Each intake of breath pressed her bare and warm chest more firmly into his. Soft mounds of flesh pushed against his hardened chest. His mind railed against himself as instincts fought to take over.

His mind lost the fight as he felt breath upon the base of his neck. Kagome had moved her head so that now her exhales played at InuYasha's collarbone. The sensations that ran through him were eruptive. Each warm breath brought a slight tickle to his neck.

How can breathing affect me this much??

His mind reeled at the thought while other parts of him fed from her warmth. He felt himself harden against the warm body that was snuggled tightly against him. Since their heads were lying almost next to one another, her shorter body was in no precarious position. InuYasha sighed. He was filled with relief that their bodies were not in an arrangement where he would be tortured, or where accidents might happen. A lower part of him wished it were otherwise. By now his length was pressed very hard against the skin of her warm leg.

"Kagome........" he whispered. His body was on fire and the heat that rose from her only helped to fuel his flames. He unwove one arm from their locked embrace and brought gentle finger to touch her face. He traced her soft skin with the tips of his fingers. His eyes longed to see the face that his fingers now grew intimate with. He brought his touch to her lips and let them linger on their warmth. He could feel every line that graced her lips and the touch was enchanting. He lowered his fingers to the base of her chin, and tilted her head towards his.

Her breaths now lie on his lips. Each exhale sent waves of desire rolling through him. He let them stay like that for a moment, while his courage briefly faltered. His mind felt shame for the emotions and reactions that InuYasha held for a sick girl. But the girl was someone special to him, his heart argued. He had already admitted to the hag Kaede that he loved the wench, why couldn't he just admit it himself. Strong feeling welled up inside him and he breathed quiet words against her mouth.

"I will not lose you too Kagome."

And with that he bent his head down toward hers. Their mouths met. A brush of lips was all that their kiss was, but it was all that he needed. Her lips were as soft and as warm as all his fantasies had promised. They were laden with a sweetness that left his own lips tingling. With that thought he released her head and returned his arm to encircle the curves of her body. Her head dropped back down near his neck and a content mew escaped her lips.

Where their lips had met, his skin felt electrified. The kiss had been chaise, but the memory would be forever imprinted in his mind.

What would the others say if they could see the great InuYasha now? His mind wandered. Pressed naked onto this human girl and all I can do is kiss her as though I were a child. A low chuckle came from his throat as he made his thoughts vocal. "I don't think I can help it Kagome! There is something about you that I need with me. You make me strong." He paused into the darkness for a while. "I love you," he whispered.

At his words a shadow grew in the corner of the room. The blackness in the room was already thick, how it could become any darker escaped InuYasha's grasp. But the shadow grew both in darkness and in size, until it loomed over him. It was now recognizable as a dark figure clad in heavy robes. InuYasha protectively clutched the sleeping woman next to him while he mentally cursed his own stupidity. He had let himself become a victim of his instincts, while all their surrounds were ominous.

"If you truly cared for the woman you would have let her die," a voice echoed in the darkness. Robed arms went towards the figures head and drew back the cloak's hood. A face as empty as the night greeted InuYasha. But the face held no darkness what so ever. Skin as white as snow graced the face of a tender looking boy. His face was gentle, but the eyes that it held were not. His eyes were as colorless as his skin and gleamed with hate. The glare that the boy gave him was laced with empty fury.

"You bastard," added the enraged boy. And with that he shrugged off the rest of the cloak and let it land around his feet on the floor. The moment the cloak touched the ground, white light exploded though the room. When InuYasha could finally adjust his near blinded vision to the light, he gasped. The room was now covered in a winter grace. The walls looked as though they had been painted in ice and mounds of snow now bleached the dirt floor that he and Kagome lay on.

Looking up InuYasha saw a completely white figure and his senses returned. The air hung heavy with the scent of demon.