InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ Traumatized ( Chapter 38 )

A/N: Don't ask me what happened with the second half this chapter, because I don't know, just read and forgive me for the error!!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of them; well I do own Jouyoku and Miebi Kokushi. Yes they are mine!!

 

Chapter 38: Traumatized

 

It had been two days he supposed, since the death of the one, which was to be his mate. He had sat in that field for hours after the others had gone their separate ways, thinking or rather trying not to think of how he was the only one with out someone. He tried not to think about the loneliness that wrapped itself around him or the empty hole that now sat stoically where his soul once was.

 

He could feel her all around him, in the trees, the bushes, and in the air itself. But he knew better, because he could also smell her body a few feet away, slowly rotting. It was like a blanket of darkness surrounding him, so heavy that he could barely breath. His limbs felt like lead and his mind felt like mush. He wanted to go to her, to take her and give her a proper burial, but he couldn't make his legs move forward.

 

`Solitude'

 

That's what he wanted, right? Isn't that what he needed so that he could properly mourn her passing? `Why her? What did she do to deserve this? Is this my punishment? Is this all that life has to offer me?' The more he thought about it the more the ache…the need, built up with in him. Jumping to his feet he ran blindly into the forest away from her body, away from the village, away from prying eyes, away from the mountains that was home to his pack…his clan. He just ran not caring where he ended up.

 

Slowly he opened his eyes to nothing but darkness, “where am I?” He asked weakly.

 

There was no reply.

 

Nothing made sense to him, not the throbbing in his legs…not the sound of his own voice or the pounding in his head. He was confused until the feeling…that feeling came back, “Ayame”.

 

Curling up in a tight ball on his side he realized that he was in a cave, but he couldn't remember how he got there, he couldn't remember leaving the field. All he remembered was that he was alone, and this ache, this unbearable indescribable loneliness was still there, slowly growing as if it was feeding on his internal organs.

 

He was emotionally drained, spiritually exhausted, and physically bone weary. He realized that whatever energy he had used to get here, had brought him to his final resting place. He would not eat, he would not drink he would only wait and he would pray. Closing his eyes he begged silently, `please, somebody…anybody, kill me.'

 

“Kouga, Kouga, you have to wake up. Honey you can't stay here.” A soft voice whispered in his ear.

 

The voice was familiar, but he refused to be stupid enough to believe that it could be her. Surely this was nothing more than his mind hallucinating, manifesting what it thought he needed. He didn't have the energy or the mental capacity to play or chat with figments of his own imagination. He wanted this…all of this to end…to stop! `My gods, why do you hate me?'

 

“I need you to get up, I need you to be stronger than this, do you understand?”

 

Scooting away from the voice he buried his forehead against the wall of the cave and wrapped his arms tightly around his body, “leave me alone, your dead. I know you are, j…just leave me alone. Please.” He begged.

 

“Is that what you want?” It whispered.

 

Closing his eyes tighter he willed away the voice, pleaded with it silently to let him die in peace. To not torture him in such a manner, hadn't he been through enough? “I want this ache to stop. Every minute that goes by it gets worst.” Digging his claws into his own flesh in an attempt to ease the pain that raged through every fiber of his being, “please just make it stop. I…I want her. I want Ayame. I want it to stop that's all…please.” He begged.

 

He willed his mind to slow and his breathing soften, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to dream of holding her and telling her things that he should've said when she was alive, and begging for acceptance from him. He wanted to dream one last dream…one last time, and hopefully by the grace of the gods, he wouldn't wake up.

 

“Please just let me die.” He whispered as a thick blanket of black sadness, self-condemnation, desolation, and weariness enveloped every inch of his body, mind and soul.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

She quietly walked out of the quaint little house and into the pasture. It had been a full day since she last saw her love and it bothered her, but she tried not to dwell on that, she knew he would return for her, he always did. So for now she would try to remain content with the company of his brother and his intended.

 

As she walked further from the house she thought about the picnic they had the day before, and how funny Inuyasha and Kagome were together. She found it hard to believe that they were not mates; because by the way they acted she would've sworn that they had been mated or married for years. She realized they acted like her mother and father did, well from what she could remember anyway.

 

The morning breeze blew around her as if asking her to dance and she giggled as memories of traveling with her lord played in her head. She remembered skipping, and twirling, laughing, and playing. Those were the days when she was just a young child, just happy to be allowed with in his presence. She remembered how sully Jakken would get when he had to watch over her and she wondered what he would say when he found out that she and Sesshomaru were now mates.

 

Smiling she stopped and picked a few Sakura blossoms that had fallen from the tree that sat in the middle of the pasture. She had to admit that though Inuyasha's house was not as big as the palace she called home, the scenery alone made her feel as if she belonged here.

 

Glancing back at the house she wondered if the two occupants had awakened yet, and if they would notice that she was gone. Of course she had no plans of being gone long. She just wanted to catch some fresh air, stretch her legs and hopefully bump into her love. `Where is he?' She wondered again as she began to walk further away from where he had told her to stay.

 

Humming quietly to herself she walked almost aimlessly as thoughts of white haired, golden eyed pups ran through her mind. She played with names for boys and girls and she wondered if Sesshomaru would like any of them. She wondered if they would have ears like Inuyasha or if they would be pointed like their father? Would they have his coloring or hers? She hoped that they were more like him than her, because she loved every single thing about him, from his appearance to his reserved demeanor. She sighed; it really didn't matter did it? As long they were a result of their love, no, it really didn't matter. `Why am I thinking about babies…I mean pups? For the love of god we just mated!' She silently berated herself as a deep crimson blush crept over her high cheekbones.

 

Pulling her long dark hair over her shoulder she figured she had strayed far enough so she sat down with the intention of just enjoying the sunlight that warmed her skin and the breeze that blew around her. Paying very little attention to her surrounding she leaned back leisurely on her hands and let her head fall back. Her heart was filled with love, and hope for a future that she never dreamed could be possible. “Sesshomaru” She whispered.

 

“So we meet again.” He said as he materialized behind her, making sure that his aura and scent were tightly wrapped around him as not to make the hanyou or anyone else of demon heritage aware of his arrival.

 

He along with the dead miko had arrived at the village just before dawn. Since then he had quickly taken two young women, but could afford no more time since he was not sure if his travel companion would heed his warning.

 

In order to make sure that she wasn't tempted to ruin his plans, he found the tallest thickest tree, and placed her within the highest branches. He knew that she was too weak to call for help since he, out of pure vindictiveness and boredom, created an extra hole in the opposite side of her neck and allowed a soul to slip through.

 

He promised her that if she so much as scratched an ankle while he was gone, he would make sure that her last moments on this earth were so miserable, that the memories of them would with out a doubt haunt her dreams in her next life, that is if she was fortunate enough to be blessed with one.

 

After making sure that she would not intrude of his activities he slipped into the village and took two young women in their own beds, while their parents or guardians slept a mere wall away. He no longer cared about being discreet; he didn't care if he needed to cut someone down. He had been interrupted and taken as a joke for long enough.

 

What he didn't expect was to stumble upon the white lords charge this early in the morning. `And so it begins.' At first sight he knew something had changed, she was no longer pure. Her virtue had been stolen, or was it given away? Yet her beauty was still as intoxicating and hypnotizing as it was the first time he laid eyes on her. He knew he would not be able to feed on her, but he promised himself that because she was connected to the white demon he would not allow her to leave unscathed.

 

Rin froze at the sound of the man's voice. It was familiar, yet it wasn't. Turning slowly just in time to watch him sit directly behind her, she gulped, `it's him, Jouyoku. Why…why is he here? What does he want?' She didn't have the nerves to speak for fear that he would continue where he left off the last time. Preparing to stand to her feet she felt his arms around her waist and the feeling of being pulled backwards. The next thing she knew she was being held tightly in a lovers embrace, her back against his chest, his arms encircling her waist.

 

“I'm sure the dog lord taught you better than that.” He stated with a chuckle as he leaned in so that his head was lying comfortably on her shoulder. He would not use his link to make her bend to his will, there was no purpose, there was nothing that he honestly wanted from her at this point, so for now he would play with her mind.

 

She sat up straight, frozen in place as if by time itself. The memories of their last encounter tore at her, made it so that she couldn't speak. All she could think about was his lips on her, his hands roaming over her body, his eyes devouring her very soul. “Pl…Please” She stuttered at an almost inaudible tone.

 

“Please, what? Is there something you wish of me?” He replied as he ran a single clawed finger down the side of her neck stopping at her chin then back again. “You know you are quite the treasure, for a human.”

 

“Please don't do this.” She pleaded quietly while trying to lean away from him.

 

“Even the sound of your voice entices me.” He whispered seductively as he licked slowly up the back of her ear. “Umm, your sweet. Can I taste you? Would you like that?” He whispered as he let his hand roam over her thigh. He knew his request was empty, but this was the most fun he had, since watching the wolf youkai fondle the girl, Sango. He chuckled at that thought.

 

His touches were soft, gentle; his voice was erotic, and smooth, soothing, and all too inviting. She would not…she could not betray her lord. This was wrong and she knew it, but fear held her in place, refused to let her move. “No” she replied shakily.

 

Chuckling lightly, “Why did you do it? Why did you defile this magnificent dish?” He slowly ran his tongue down the side of her neck as he let his hands roam to the slit of her Kimono, “Did you not want me? Did you not know that I would return for you?” Each question was whispered in a low husky alluring tone.

 

Shaking her head she watched his hands carefully as it inched towards what was not his to touch. She prayed that by the grace of god he would stop. She would've prayed for her love, but she didn't want him to see her in such a compromising position, so instead she prayed for his brother.

 

Remembering the name that the great dog had used when calling to her he inquired, “Rin, who is he? Whom did you give it to?”

 

“Give what?” She replied as she closed her eyes and tried to swallow the saliva that was building up in the back of her throat.

 

`Still so innocent.' He thought as the hand on her thigh moved swiftly up the inside of her Kimono and inner robe to palm her womanhood.

 

She cried out as tears fell from her eyes. “Please stop. You can't do this. It's not right! Just stop!” She said through broken sobs as she tried to tighten her thighs in order to force his hands away from what was hers, what was Sesshomaru's.

 

“Who is he?” He asked again. Tightening his hand that was hidden between her legs, he laughed internally. She was scared of him, but she was terrified of someone else…of betraying someone else. `Who is he?'

 

Her shoulders shook, as tears of guilt, fear, and betrayal poured from her eyes. Lifting her arms that once sat immobile on her lap she dug her fingernails into his arm in an attempt to remove it from her. His arm didn't budge instead he just laughed at her.

 

“If you want me to stop, tell me who he is? Or do you not know?” He hissed almost hatefully as he found a way under her undergarment and began playing with the soft curls of her nest.

 

Though he had not invaded her she felt violated and cheap. She felt like she had committed adultery against the first and only man that she had ever loved. He was her mate; they would have pups, and live happily in his castle in the west, “Sess…Sesshomaru.” She whispered softly as she let her head fall forward and her shoulders slump.

 

At the mention of her love's name she didn't see his eyes turn the color of black coal. She didn't feel the immeasurable power of his aura flair around her, but she did feel his claws sink into her inner thigh, she did hear the vicious growl that erupted from his chest. His movements were so fast so violent that she wasn't even aware that she was being repositioned.

 

She lay beneath him, her arms pinned above her head. His eyes that were once a beautiful shade of auburn replaced by what appeared to be the darkness of hell itself. His lips formed a predatory scowl leaving lengthy fangs that she had not previously noticed. His hair whipped viciously around him as if it had a life of its own. She stared back at him as he closed in on her, sniffing her from her head to her waist and back up again. `She carries his pup!' He thought heatedly as he sensed the weak demonic aura permeating from her abdomen.

 

“You fucking slut.” He hissed sadistically. Of course he was upset that she had been defiled, but what upset him most was that it was the dog that took it! He felt like he had been cheated, he felt like he had been played for a fool! He felt like he had loss and he hated to loose! In his mind all pure women belonged to him, it didn't matter who she was, or who had laid verbal claim to her, if she was pure she belonged to him! To know that she gave her self to that dog… “I should gut you, and leave you here for him to find.” He whispered in a heavy almost mechanical voice.

 

Her heart raced within her chest! Her mind screamed for her to get as far away from him as she could, but there was nothing she could do. He had her pinned. Opening her mouth she closed her eyes and she screamed but nothing came out, instead she felt his mouth cover hers. He was silencing her cry.

 

Sitting back he pulled her up to him by her hair, “Your no better than a whore, you human tramp!!” His anger was not directed at her, she just happened to be the closest thing to the dog lord at the moment therefore she would feel his wrath. “You will beg for mercy as I rip your child from your womb!”

 

All she heard was `child' and `rip from'. `What is he talking about? Child? I can't be, no!!' She screamed in her mind. Forgetting her fear, she found her voice and her strength. Thrashing her body under him, she screamed as loud as she could, “Sesshomaru!! Inuyasha!! Please somebody…”

 

Slamming her head down into the ground he raised his claws and slashed open the front of her Kimono.

 

Rolling from side to side she tried to dodge the swift vicious swipes of his claws as best she could. Unfortunately she could feel them ripping into her arms, and her sides. She knew he was aiming for her stomach and lower abdomen so she protected it as best she could. “Please stop! Please don't do this!” She begged. She didn't know if what he said was true about her being pregnant, but she wanted to live long enough to find out.

 

An arrow soared through the sky, whipping pass his head.

 

Turning abruptly his hand raised high above his head prepared for another assault on the girl, he smirked. Glancing back down at her he leisurely licked some of her blood off his razor sharp claws then whispered, “I'm not done with you yet.” Truth be told, he had no intention of killing her right away, he wanted to torture her slowly. Rip that runt from her abdomen and shove it down the dogs lords throat. Yeah, that's what he wanted to do and would as soon as he got rid of yet another interloper.

 

Taking his time he stood to his feet and turned to face the intruder while slowly rolling his head around loosening the bones in his neck. With a sinister smile on his face he crotched low to the ground and hissed as if bored, “you people are such a fucking nuisance,” As he waited for her to notch another arrow. `Practice'

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

He had been awake since before dawn, worried about today and what it would bring. `The fucking new moon.' If there were one time in his life that he really hated being a half-breed, it would have to be now. How was he suppose protect Kagome if he lost all his senses? What if the jojo fucker came for her tonight? What would he do? How would he stop him?

 

He sighed lightly as not to disturb the reason for his worries. `Damn, Miroku and Sango aren't even here and Sesshomaru, with his stuck up ass just dumped his fucking mate here like I'm some kind of baby sitter!' “Fuck,” he hissed quietly. Running his hand over his face and down his bare chest he glanced over at her sleeping peacefully, unaware of his worries or the danger that he was sure was lurking out there just waiting for him to slip up. `I can't let him have you, but how do I stop him?'

 

Quieting his mind he listened as his `sister in law' straightened out the area she had used as a bedroom. Moment later he heard her leave the house. He thought quickly about stopping her, but thought better of it since she was probably just going to relieve her bladder and besides that he figured that she wasn't in any danger since his brother made damn sure that she was well claimed.

 

He smirked. It had been during the picnic the day before that he had detected the faint demonic aura coming from her. He couldn't believe it, that stuck up, obnoxious asshole he called a brother was going to be father and of a hanyou, no doubt. `That runt better not be calling me uncle or no shit like that.' He thought briefly, but secretly he hoped that Sesshomaru would allow him to spend some time with the pup in order to educate it on what it could expect from the world around him or her.

 

Of course he hadn't told anyone of what he found out, not even the beauty next to him. It wasn't his pup therefore it wasn't his place, he would let Sesshomaru break the news to her. `Shit I wonder how he'll feel about it?' Resigning to the fact that he really didn't care one way or the other he rolled over and began to softly rub the flat toned belly of his soon to be mate.

 

Pulling her closer to him he nestled into her neck and inhaled her scent which still after all these years left him feeling euphoric, `no, I can't loose you. I want to see `you' carrying my pups. I want to hold your hand during the birth. I want to grow old with you. I don't want `that' with anyone, but you.'

 

“Inuyasha” She whispered in a sleepy voice, as she snuggled closer to him.

 

Rubbing his nose softly against the side of her neck he inhaled again, he still found it hard to believe that she chose to stay with him. It baffled him to know that the only thing keeping him from physically mating with her was him self. He knew she wanted him; he could smell it all over her. All it took most times was a look from him and she was aroused, this of course baffled him even more. How could someone like her feel so strongly about someone like him? Sighing he squeezed her closer to him and kissed her neck, “good morning.”

 

She moaned sleepily, but she didn't open her eyes.

 

His earlier worries eased their way back into his mind as he lay there watching and listening to her mumble sleepily. `I could just take her now.'

 

“I don't want it to be morning.” She whined as she rolled over onto her belly and shoved her hands beneath her pillow.

 

`If I do, then I won't have to worry about Johomo.' He thought knowing full well what the demons' name really was. He silently watched her arch her back and stretch lethargically, `I know longer owe Kikyou an explanation for anything after what she tried to do to us. So what's stopping me? Why am I hesitating?' Stretching out again on his back he let his hand run slowly down his bare chest to the tie that held his hakama around his waist. `I don't want it to be like this…I want it to be something that she'll remember as special. Her first time…my first time, it's supposed to be special, right? Fuck!'

 

He was no closer to figuring out away to keep her safe now than he was when he first woke up. Glancing at the door of their room he thought, `What in hell is taking Rin so long?' Figuring that he should at least go check on her he sat up and inched his way slowly to the edge of the bed, but stopped when he felt her tug on his hair.

 

“You weren't just going to leave me, with out even kissing me good morning, were you?” She asked softly.

 

Turning to face her, he smirked, “I already kissed you good morning.”

 

Grinning seductively she quickly sat up on her knees, “well I think you should give me another one, because I don't remember the one you're talking about.”

 

He stared at her for a minute just taking in the way the tight light pink tank top she slept in forced her breast together so that her cleavage was practically jumping out at him. The way the tank fell sensual over her toned body stopping just below her navel, exposing just enough of her soft pink skin. He didn't know if it was because she had just awakened, but for some reason her eyes mesmerized him even more this morning. It spoke to more than his mind; it spoke to his heart, his soul and his…

 

Leaning in slowly he rubbed the back of his hand down her cheek, along her jaw line to the nap of her neck where he let his claws gentle rake across her skin. Staring her directly in the eyes he replied in a low husky voice while leaning away, “If you want it, come get it.”

 

She hesitated. The dreamy manner in which he was gazing at her made her want more than just a kiss. He sat there shirtless. His thin yet muscular chest slowly rose and fell, hypnotizing her. Her eyes traveled down past the beads of subjugation, past his protruding pink nipples to his flat belly and the six-pack that appeared to have been chiseled there by a group of master craftsmen. Still her eyes traveled further south to his toned abdomen that dipped mysteriously behind the tie of his hakama. Staring at him she felt fifteen again; shy, inexperienced and needy. Lowering her gaze to the area between them she whispered, “Inuyasha..”

 

“You said you wanted another kiss, so come get it.” He replied with out moving. He silently prayed that she would, because then there would be no further need for excuses or worry.

 

`What am I doing? It's just a kiss, that's all.' Staring at her hands she thought, `Gods I'm shaking! How does he do this to me?'

 

Tilting his head down, he peeked at her as she stared at her hands. “Since you've changed your mind, I'm going to check on Rin, okay?” He stated with a smile as he stood to his feet.

 

“I still want my kiss.” She whispered, her head still held low.

 

“I already told you, if you want it…”

 

She moved so fast she didn't even register what she had done. Her arms were around his neck, her lips pressed firmly against his mouth.

 

The hanyou was caught off guard at first, but quickly recovered. Pulling away from her slightly, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, “is that all you want?”

 

Her mind screamed `no', but her mouth said nothing. Tightening her hold on his neck she begged him to understand.

 

Leaning in, he gently kissed the side of her mouth, “tell me what you want.” Biting down on his lower lip he moved to the other side of her mouth where he gently let the tip of his tongue brush delicately against her skin, “do you need me?”

 

She shuddered in his arms, “yes”.

 

“Tell me. Tell me how much you need me.” He could smell her arousal. It wrapped around him forcing every and anything that was not her away from him.

 

“Please” Was all she could manage. There was no need to deny it. This hanyou, this man he was her greatest weakness. The sound of his voice, the way he walked, the way he looked at her…everything about him called to her, told her that she was nothing with out him. “Don't tease me, please Inuyasha, I…I need you.”

 

His forehead rested against hers as her words blended with her scent.

His hands slowly moved to her sides where he let his claws gently graze her skin; he could feel her shudder under his touch. Grabbing the ends of her tank top he pulled it up over her head.

 

She didn't resist nor try to hide herself; she wanted him here and now,

 

Closing the distance between them, he hungrily devoured her lips with his own. She met his need with the same desire. The passion between them was a ferocious thing, alive and unbridled. It was the passion of a love that was forbidden. It was untamed, powerful, heady, and debilitating.

 

Heated hands touched and caressed the swell of her breast the groove of his back. Fangs grazed her collar and shoulder. Her mouth sucked on the side of his neck while her hands made their way down his powerful arms over his chest to the tie of his hakama.

 

Picking her up, he held her to him as he kissed her more passionately. Sinking the tip of his claws into the side of her shorts he ripped them, while holding her to him with one arm.

 

Her legs wrapped possessively around his waist after feeling her shorts fall away. She felt her back being pressed against the wall, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was he and the fact that with in a matter of minutes she would be his mate. The lips of her wet nest slide against his stomach. Her nub pulsed as if it had a heartbeat of its own, “please” she begged as she felt him lower his head and begin sucking on her nipples. Throwing her head back she ground her hips into him as she moaned loudly. His touch was tender, yet powerful and demanding. His need for her over powered her need for him, but she wouldn't let him win.

Leaning her upper body forward she allowed him to suck more firmly on her breast as she began to slowly lick around the edges of his ear, while trailing her finger gently around the base of the neglected one.

 

His knees almost gave out on him, “Ka…Kagome.” He hissed as he froze and let her continue her ministrations. The feeling sent shivers racing up and down his spin…it made his head spin, his groin swell. He needed her and he needed her now. Untying his hakama he let them fall to his ankle as he lowered her so that she was lined up with member. He stared at her, praying that she wouldn't change her mind.

 

Licking her lips she gazed back at him, as her body pulsed begging for her to let him complete this task, begging for him to give her what no one else can or ever will. “Now, please.” She swallowed, her breathing was heavy, her heart rammed repeated against her ribcage, her nub pulsed slick from the wetness escaping her crevice.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

She nodded and pulled him closer.

 

“I didn't want it to be like this.” He admitted, but didn't let go of his hold on her.

 

“I don't care, I need you. We've waited long, enough.” Pulling his head to her she kissed him powerfully as she let her hand roam to the nap of this neck where she buried her fingers into his thick mane.

 

Their tongues tangled within the each other's mouth. His mind let go of every reason why he shouldn't do this here, like this. It didn't matter where, it didn't matter how…she was meant to be his. Reaching down he wrapped his hand around his erect member and slowly rubbed it against her slit. The warmness…the wetness…her smell, `oh gods.' He thought as he applied pressure. He felt her opening to him, the warmth of her wrapped around him, and the softness almost drove him mad. He barely had the head of his member in her and already he was loosing control.

 

His ears swiveled back and he froze mid push, `was that…' He thought as he listened more intently. He heard it again, Rin screaming for him to help her, `FUCK, ME!!' He shouted in his head, `of all the fucking times for her to need help, and where the fuck is Sesshomaru?' “Shit” He whispered as he stepped away from the overly aroused woman and stood her up on her feet.

 

She looked at him, confusion written on her face. Here she was stark naked, only moments ago she could feel him forcing his way into her and now he was pulling away. Stepping towards him, she touched his chest, “Inuyasha, why did you stop? Did I do something wrong? Do…Does it not feel good?”

 

Reaching down he pulled up his hakama and loosely retied it around his waist as she spoke. Glancing around for his fang he turned back to her. For a moment all he could do was stare at her, his member was throbbing painfully begging him to dive literally head first into her. His youkai felt like it was trying to rip its way out of him so that it could finish this with out him. Stepping away from her he picked up his sword and walked towards the door. By no means was he mad at her, he just didn't trust himself to speak at this moment.

 

She watched him retreat leaving her naked and wet against the wall of their bedroom. She couldn't help but to think that perhaps he had decided that she really wasn't good enough to be called his mate. Collapsing to the floor she wrapped her arms around her body as the first tear trailed down her face.

 

He smelled it, her tears. He stopped, but he couldn't turn around to face her, to see her like that. Naked, her chest heaving up and down, her flushed skin… He tried to step forward, but he faltered. `This fucking bitch!!' He wasn't sure if he was cursing Rin for being in trouble of if he was cursing Kagome for making him feel so weak, but he was damn sure that if he stopped and went to comfort Kagome he would end up finishing what they started, and leaving Rin to fall prey to what ever had her screaming. “Kagome, don't move. Just stay here.” He hissed his voice heavy.

 

She could tell from the sound of his voice that he was either really pissed about something or he was partially transforming, but what she didn't know was why? “So it's not me?”

 

“No, j…just don't get dressed; I'll be right back!” Before she could retort he ran from the house his sword already drawn, his hakama hanging low around his waist revealing a few dark soft curls of his nether region. `Why in the hell is she bleeding?'

 

He ran as fast and as hard as he could to get to the girl. The last thing he wanted was to explain to his brother how his mate was killed because he was too busy getting laid. `That fucker should have been here!' He thought angrily as he pushed on even harder.

 

Before he entered the clearing he could smell the girls blood filling the air, “fuck”! Then he saw him, he felt him. His anger, his filthy sickening aura, “Jouyoku” he whispered as he watched the demon with magenta hair charge towards the old hag, `what in the hell is she doing here?' He wondered briefly.

 

Jouyoku paused mid step and smiled as he turned towards the hanyou. His eyes still black as a moonless sky, his fangs still protruding from his mouth, his hair untamed and fierce. “Half-breed” He hissed hatefully.

 

Glancing at the girl sprawled on her back at the far end of the clearing Inuyasha snarled, “how about you kiss my half-breed ass!” Then brought his sword up and down so fast screaming, “WIND SCAR!!” that he himself could barely comprehend it.

 

As the flames subsided Inuyasha used every enhanced sense that he was born with to check for the charred remains of the infamous Jouyoku, but he found none. `He couldn't have gotten away! That was a direct hit, he didn't even move!' As much as he tried…as much as he wanted to deny it he knew that some how, some way that monster had slipped away.

 

For the umpteen time that day he hissed, “fuck!”

Until Next Time…(please review, and yes Kagome is still a virgin!!)