InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Collection of Thoughts ❯ Yume ( Chapter 2 )

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Yume

 

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“I'll have a… give me two more minutes,” he told the waitress and she nodded, a bit annoyed and even slightly afraid, but understanding the young, intriguing man. If anything, she knew he was probably waiting for someone.

 

Inuyasha was genuinely torn between choosing a beer and a coffee. Drinking beer would show her that he was a man, but coffee would make him seem more like an adult. If he could, he would mix them to emphasize he was both. But he couldn't; he himself could realize it would be painfully obvious and embarrassing, but he had to make a good impression. For some God forsaken reason, Inuyasha wanted to impress this woman he'd never met and he would surely never meet again afterwards.

 

Gulping nervously, he looked around to check if she was there yet. Glancing at his watch, he scoffed at himself. `15 minutes early. Pff… I'm pathetic.'

 

Sighing, he signaled the waitress to come take his order. Without blinking, he told her, “I'll have a beer.” Not bothering to ask for the brand since she'd already told him there was only one available, the short, red-dyed girl made her way between the tables to get him that beer.

 

Looking around, he wondered if beer was the better choice. `Well… might as well give me some mental boost, too.'

 

The short girl came back with a fake smile and a cold beer. He watched her cleavage as she bent to open the bottle. When she coughed discreetly, he knew he'd been caught. Somehow, he wasn't embarrassed, and she immediately read this in his cocky smirk.

 

But he was sixteen, and sexually frustrated. It didn't help at all that everyone - girls included - thought he was a freak of nature because of his very odd features, meaning his silver-white hair and his sparkling golden eyes. Not many people wanted to believe he was the same as they were, so he was usually shunned from social circles.

 

His mother had suggested hair dye and contact lenses when she'd seen how depressed he'd been one day, some time before her death, but he had vehemently refused such things. He would always be himself, he had decided, and that would never change. Whoever wanted to be close to him would know who he was from the beginning.

 

`Where is she?'

 

It was seven sharp and she wasn't there yet.

 

`Makes sense… I'm sure she'll be here in a few minutes.'

 

Letting the cold beer chill his throat and heartily enjoying the fresh sensation, Inuyasha sighed. Was this a good idea? Miroku said it was. But then again, that lecher thought anything related to sex was a good idea. Glaring at the beer as if it held the fault, he cursed his weird features for the thousandth time. Because of them he was still a virgin.

 

This was his last resort, and somehow, Inuyasha felt uncomfortable.

 

What type of a person was she? Miroku said she was very open to anything new… `Even a freak like me?'

 

She had to be, since she'd accepted the challenge without even knowing how he was. Partly, he was glad for Miroku's help. The pervert was his only friend, but he was a good guy.

 

Suddenly frowning and downing the rest of the beer in a generous gulp, he remembered he didn't know her name. Miroku had said, “She has no name.”

 

So she was one of those who preferred to be mysterious, wasn't she?

 

He became so wrapped up in his musings that he didn't notice the bright red that flashed in front of his eyes. Next thing he knew, there was a female body sitting across the table. He looked upwards at her face and was momentarily stunned. Smiling subtly, this woman was breathtaking.

 

Everything seemed so damn hot, so he made to grab the bottle of beer only to notice it was already empty. He remembered his mind and grinned despite himself, just like a grown up. Sizing her up, he felt incredibly more aroused by her rather decent outfit. He'd thought she'd wear something revealing, but this was proof that she was conscious of the alluring sex appeal she oozed out of her pores without having to dress up like a slut.

 

“Hello,” she said, her full lips parting slowly, smacking together after the word left her mouth. His eyes were drawn to her every move, but he awkwardly tried to control himself and show her that he could be as mature as she wanted him to be.

 

“I'm - ”

 

“Inuyasha. I know.” Her eyes shone with something raw, something he didn't quite understand yet, but he was sure he would, soon. “I've been waiting for you...”

 

Frowning, he looked around and wondered if this was indeed the woman Miroku had sent for him.

 

“For someone like you,” he heard her add and his eyebrows shot upwards.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

She didn't respond immediately, but her eyes told him there was something on her mind.

 

“You're a virgin,” she stated simply after a few long seconds.

 

Stuttering, he asked her, “I-is this your first time with - ” Gods, this was so hard to say, “… someone like me?”

 

“Oh no,” she said, her voice reassuring, “but you're exactly what I wanted you to be.”

 

Feeling his cheeks heat up, he averted his eyes and tried to seem uninterested. What for, he couldn't figure.

 

“Well… I don't even know why you wanted to do this for Miroku. He's such a fucking lecher.”

 

The waitress passed them and he caught her eyeing the mysterious woman. The short woman bit her lips lustfully, something that didn't escape Inuyasha's attention. So this no-name woman even had women lusting after her? It wasn't something to be surprised about - after all, she was gorgeous - but it was slightly disturbing.

 

The woman before him smiled knowingly at the now blushing waitress that hurried to get out of their sight. Redirecting her gaze to his, the she-who-had-no-name smirked lopsidedly.

 

“I imagine Miroku told you a few things about me.”

 

At his nod, she continued, “I have no name.” Her eyes kept his gaze on her face. There was something about her so strong that he almost felt his ribs smashed by the power of only one look from her. His insides churning, he kept inhaling ridiculous amounts of air so he wouldn't choke.

 

“I can be whoever you want me to be. Today, tonight, I'll be made for you.” Her eyes bore deeply into his, stripping him of all sensibility.

 

There was something amazingly attractive about the way she spoke, the glint in her eyes.

 

“Let me teach you everything you need to know about yourself,” she said, and he felt compelled to agree. He didn't even notice when they'd gotten out of the restaurant side by side, heading towards who-knew-where.

 

He felt like asking her where she was taking him, but the force and influence of her deep eyes weakened his resolve. Instead, he just let her take him wherever she wanted. He knew that no matter what, he'd always remember this stranger who made him weak with a simple look.

 

“Don't waste yourself,” she said suddenly as she led him between some old buildings. New streets, alleyways he didn't recognize, houses and blocks he had no idea existed seemed to float around them. But they were somewhere else, higher, in search of an even deeper ascension.

 

The words that rolled off her tongue, the music that left her lips, it all sounded like some life advice, but much, much deeper.

 

“Whenever it feels like it gets too much, just wish for a door and find it. Open it and walk outside. Even if it's raining,” she said, her words resounding, potent. Her words could bring him anything he wanted. “Especially if it's raining.”

 

Inuyasha wished he could say something. Anything. He wished he could pretend not to be intrigued by this goddess that looked like she wanted to devour him outside-in. And for the life of him, he couldn't care.

 

Her sweet smile, it crawled its way into his soul. Reaching her hand to him, she warmed her features and let him catch a glimpse of who she was inside. What she was inside. Clasping his hand, she squeezed it and dragged him after her.

 

Suddenly, they came to an abandoned shrine that looked like it had not been frequented in over a century.

 

Eyes wide, Inuyasha felt a little bit uneasy. Were they to… do that there?

 

“This was the shrine I always liked to come to,” the woman disclosed, her eyes closed and a look of utter contentment on her face as she let the wind caress her tresses. Suddenly, there was a deep silence between the two as they both felt the sacred caress of the wind surrounding the shrine. “Yes…” he heard her moan in bewilderment.

 

“Have I told you,” she said, her voice carried by the wind, “that it has no name?”

 

At this, Inuyasha shuddered. He asked, “What do you mean?”

 

“Years ago, they said it had been disgraced. The whole place could no longer be called holy.” The young boy watched the woman grin lopsidedly, throwing her head back and biting her lower lip. She wrapped her arms around herself and began swaying on her feet while humming a low tune only she recognized.

 

“And that way, visitors were no longer allowed to consider this a place for prayer. They wouldn't say what happened or… all I know is my parents didn't allow me to come here until after I was an adult when they wouldn't have a say.”

 

Her eyes twinkled as the sun began to set, leaving a burning trail on the ever darker sky.

 

“Did you know,” she added, “that I still come to pray here?”

 

Inuyasha was confused. What was this woman trying to do? Talk him into becoming religious?

 

“What I'm trying to tell you, Inuyasha, is that we are only human. We cannot judge, we cannot blame. There is no doubt in my mind that this place is as holy as it was before, because it doesn't matter what someone did to it… it still remains a house for Kami.”

 

Somehow, for a passing second, he felt like he understood what she meant.

 

“We don't want too much from this life, Inuyasha, but when we do have real expectations, they just disappear from our minds faster than lightening. Convenient, is it not? Imagine if we were all taught how to feel.”

 

So much passion, so much truth in that single word, that Inuyasha drowned in an all-consuming shiver.

 

Rubbing her arms to keep the chill away, Kagome faced the boy that was slightly taller than she was despite their difference in age.

 

“This is what I want to show you. I want to teach you how to feel.”

 

Entranced, he gazed openly at her enticing lips, never noticing the actual triumphant smirk.

 

“Come with me,” she demanded, taking him by the wrist and dragging him behind her through a beautiful forest.

 

“I remember from when I was little,” she whispered, but he could easily understand her due to his demonic hearing abilities. “Near the shrine there was a beautiful forest. And in this forest there was a river.”

 

As if on cue, they reached a sight for sore eyes. The subtle whisper of the river was discreetly soothed by a bridge that rose above it. On each side of the bridge the wooden railing was intricate, but not overly so.

 

For Inuyasha it was something new. How had he missed all this? He was deeply fond of nature and had found quite a few places to spend time in, but somehow, the most beautiful and peaceful of them all had escaped him.

 

Turning awe-filled eyes towards the woman beside him, he noted her contemplative look, stunned by her ability to just tune everything out and become one with… well, anything she wanted to be one with.

 

She had no name… that's what she'd told him. That's what she'd told Miroku. It could be a wild guess or it could be the truth, but that had to be what she told everyone, in fact. As he watched her close her eyes again and let the sound of the forest envelop her, he wondered if she had any friends. If anyone knew her anymore.

 

She was a secret. She was a mystery…

 

“Today, I'm all yours,” she told him, stepping on the bridge and waiting to see if he'd do the same. It was an unspoken challenge and a pivotal moment all at once. This would seal his fate. He would become a man in every sense of the word.

 

It wasn't only about the act of intimacy they would surely engage in if he chose so, but the mental maturity, as well. She would show him heights never known to most men. Spiritual heights that most only dreamed of.

 

Without a trace of uncertainty, he stepped on the bridge as well, sealing their silent deal.

 

In a flash of color she was in his arms within moments. Surprised, the boy didn't dare loosen his grip on her and couldn't help but feel elated. He felt her nails bite into the fabric of his shirt, but he didn't care. He couldn't care.

 

She raised her chocolate gray eyes to his and he could see them smile on their own. They were happy and they spoke of her happiness, a feeling that rubbed off on him instantly.

 

She had no name. This stranger, she wouldn't let him know her. But that was fine with him. That would be fine, as long as she showed him everything she'd promised. As long as he saw the world in her arms.

 

”Why are you doing this?” he asked her, as she seemed engrossed in unbuttoning his shirt.

 

“Shh. Don't talk,” she advised, “feel.”

 

Delicately brushing her lips against his neck, she showed him a glimpse of what he would receive. She was still working on his buttons, still letting her knuckled brush discreetly against his chest, his skin aflame.

 

“Lose yourself in me, in this feeling.”

 

Words flowed from her very soul, but they didn't seem to be aware of that. It was as if she didn't spoke, but her heart did, and he could feel the deep, primal vibrations that sent the same message as her lips did.

 

“It doesn't matter if you love someone else,” she told him, her lips enclosing on one of his nipples, dragging a whiny moan out of his throat, “Whatever you feel, it's always love. Don't ever doubt this wonderful feeling… that creeps its way up into your heart…” her talented hands unzipped his jeans and he gulped nervously. Raising her head to look at his expression, she smiled comfortingly, continuing as if she'd done nothing, “stealing everything you are every time you decide to give it. Giving yourself, it's your greatest freedom. Your greatest treasure.” She pressed her clad against his bare chest and noted his shiver. “There is no such thing as a unique love, because love is infinite,” she explained, her eyes suddenly growing serious as they regarded him. “You can always create more to give.”

 

She wasn't a prostitute. For him, this woman was nothing more than a messenger of life. Someone who had been born to breathe life into others and to give them reasons to live.

 

He gasped when she bit his lobe and hardened instantly.

 

His hands refused to remain inactive anymore as he freed her from her top. Her breasts were perfect, but then again, everything about this woman was perfect. Almost afraid, he reached a hand and touched one of her nipples, feeling it harden under his fingertip. Amazed, he cupped the mound into his hand and caressed it gently.

 

“I don't want sexual gratification,” she said, interrupting his motion, “It goes deeper than that, can't you see? If I had wanted that, I could have gone to any other man. You're an idiot if you don't think you're special.”

 

Slapping his hand away, she molded her flawless body to his and proceeded to nibble his collarbone then the side of his neck all while tugging his jeans loose.

 

In a stream of passion, she pushed him backwards against the railing, but not hard enough that they'd fall in the river.

 

The aggressor soon became the prey as Inuyasha turned them around and she was forced to support herself on the railing clutching it tightly as he pressed against her, trying to unbutton her pants and slide them off her.

 

Eyes glinting, he pulled away and he asked, “Why am I special?” His voice was hoarse, but it made everything more erotic.

 

She didn't even think before she answered. “Because you can show me what I want.”

 

“What do you want?” he asked, intrigued by what this amazing creature could ever wish for. It seemed to him as if she had everything she wanted, as if her life was full of only achievement.

 

It didn't occur to Inuyasha that they were both naked and against a railing right now; he was too curious as to what she had to say.

 

“Kagome,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

Confused, his eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

 

“I want the old Kagome back.”

 

Tons of questions raced through his brain, but he decided to let her speak, let her explain herself. It was weird, how they were both naked and about to engage in more carnal activities and still, they had a profound level of serenity.

 

“Many, many years ago, there was a small child that visited the old shrine and believed that Kami would protect her from all evil. That little girl, she was always all smiles and heartfelt joy. She was a ray of sunshine for everyone around her, but one day, she became a shell. Her dream was stolen from her. I want to find that girl within me. I want my dream back,” she revealed.

 

Kagome… `So that's her name.'

 

Without a reply, he intertwined their fingers slowly and kissed each of her knuckles then set the tangle that was their hands on the railing beside them. His whole body was trembling in innocent anticipation; he had an idea of what was to come, but he wasn't familiar with the act itself.

 

Serious, but calm, Kagome lowered her forehead on his chest and let them both enjoy their proximity. Wherever their skin touched, it sent electric tingles that aroused them further.

 

Guiding him into her, she whispered reassuring words as he gasped in pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was more than he could handle and he felt like pounding into her mercilessly, but the feel of her muscles around him combined with her soothing scent calmed him slightly.

 

She was the one with more experience and therefore, the one who set the awkward pace as they both sore to unimaginable heights.

 

She disentangled the remaining intertwined fingers and brought both her hands to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a mind-blowing kiss. Tongue against tongue, body against body, the world was all theirs for the moment. Unintentionally, the movement inside their mouth mimicked another movement down below, where their hips ground against each other, each time slower, harder, agonizingly more pleasurable.

 

Inuyasha trailed his claws on her nipples and watched in undisguised fascination as Kagome's body arched against his hand in hopes of feeling more of that touch. Somehow, she'd managed to make him feel knowledgeable, even though he was far from it.

 

Letting her upper body fall back, she was half suspended above the water, suddenly broking into a mad, satisfying laughter. Pushing her hips upward, she coaxed Inuyasha into increasing the speed of his thrusts. Inuyasha almost joined her in her ecstatic laughter, but the overwhelming sensations kept him silent.

 

Feeling closer to the brink, he worried he might climax before she did.

 

It was a confluence of souls, a secret sharing between two lonely hearts tied to the past. She wanted her life back and he wanted a life. Inuyasha knew for a fact that even if he didn't see her again he would pass on all her words of wisdom, pour all her feelings into every person that would ever need his help.

 

With a few sharp thrusts he emptied himself into her while vaguely feeling her muscles clamp around him. Suddenly spent, he supported his hands on the railing and listened to Kagome scream into the night. When she came down from the heights she'd reached, he watched her chest heaving with every breath she took before she straightened herself, suddenly uncomfortable in that odd position.

 

Her arms wrapped tightly around him and he heard her whisper her gratitude against his damp skin.

 

“Arigatou…”

 

This woman, this amazing creature flashed him a heart-stopping smile that almost brought him to his knees and he didn't even bother to dress up as he watched her do it, instead. She moved slowly, seemingly teasingly, but he knew better. She wanted to make the best of this moment.

 

What she'd done, he would never forget. She'd released him from his ignorance, from the shallow way he lived. He would never be the same. And somehow, in a way unknown to him, he had helped her, too, and he took great pride in this knowledge.

 

“I told you you were special,” she said cheerfully with a wink. It was so dark he wondered if her human eyes could see him clearly, but the moon was shining more than usual.

 

Approaching him slowly, she was suddenly next to his still heated flesh, never touching him, but instead letting her breath tickle his neck.

 

“Don't forget me,” she whispered into his ear as he closed his eyes and gave way to a content rumble. “Mm-hmm,” he grumbled in reply, but she was already gone.

 

Eyes wide, he found he could still track her scent, but she'd already gotten pretty far.

 

The woman who had no name was gone, but her words were not forgotten. They would forever lie safely inside his mind. Had Kagome gotten what she wanted? It was a question that didn't even require an answer, because it was obvious. The way she'd felt in his arms, her uncontrollable, glorious laughter, the bright smile that adorned her face… they had all been his for a split second.

 

Maybe no one would believe him, but he'd been with an angel. Someone far too astonishing to be merely human. He would always tremble at the thought of her, he knew for sure.

 

He'd loved this woman for the little time they spent together; he'd been amazed by her, because she'd taught him it was okay to love unconditionally and then find some more love within oneself to give to another.

 

Inuyasha knew that she'd be with him all the time - when he woke up, when he walked, when he thought, and even whenever he slept.

 

Looking up, he saw that the sky was covered with thousands of stars, little sparks of light that brightened it. They didn't have names, only that distinctive flicker that made them seem alive.

 

She'd had no name, either... but now she did.

 

 

 

 

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A/N: All right... now a few things about the fic. First of all, I will not continue it. As a matter of fact, I will not continue any of the chapters from my Collection of Thoughts. This is the last time I'll say this.

 

My inspiration came from a brilliant Romanian song you can find here:
http: // www. youtube. com/ watch?v =AyvOz9977nw

It's called `Ea n-avea nume'(She had no name)

 

If you want the translation to the lyrics just send me a message :)

 

Hope you liked it.