InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Corrupted the Blind ❯ Ancient Feelings 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Ancient Feelings

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

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A/N: This is a WARNING!You won't get a bigger notice than this. There is mature content later on this chapter and a possibly uncomfortable situation, so if you aren't at least, say, 16, you might not want to read this. If you love me, read it. If you don't want to risk it, read till you can't anymore. There. All these being said, I hope you enjoy it.

Just let me mention that the last scene actually has a purpose; I didn't write it just for the heck of it. I could never do such a thing. It serves to sketch out Inuyasha's current behaviour and character. You must understand this :)

 

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“Kagome,” Sango's worried voice floated on the hallway. “Kagome! Come quickly!”

 

Kagome snapped out of her current thoughts about Inuyasha and focused on Sango's frantic voice. What did she say, again?

 

It was Kagome's fault for having missed it, really; it was just that Inuyasha had managed to occupy her mind ever since the event that had happened earlier that day. She just couldn't shake the feel of his tongue against her own or his lips abusing hers.

 

“Kagome! Can't you hear?” It was fairly obvious that Sango's voice was getting closer. Therefore it was safe to say she was getting closer. Kagome sighed and opened the door only to be greeted by Sango's desperate face. Given the fact that erratic emotions usually transfer from one woman to another, Kagome adopted the same anxious expression as she hopelessly asked, “What is wrong?!”

 

“Come,” Sango urged, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her along. “He's injured,” she explained hurriedly.

 

“Who is injured?”

 

“Inuyasha is,” Sango told her and Kagome's heart nearly stopped in its tracks. She felt she would faint shortly, but hurried to descend the stairs in order to get to him. It was the first time she felt the compelling need to protect someone and she had to confess she felt quite smothered by it.

 

Taking the lead for once, Kagome pushed Sango aside as she dashed to Inuyasha's apparently torn body. She let herself fall to her knees beside him, cupping his cheek tenderly, while nudging him slightly to see if he responded.

 

“Miroku,” she commanded urgently, never taking her eyes off Inuyasha, “I want you to bring me hot and cold water and cloths so we can dry him. Go! And Sango, I want you to bring me the box I have in my room, the red oak one. Hurry,” she nearly shouted and the woman quickly did as told.

 

“What did they do to you?” she whispered despairingly, while wiping a few stray bangs off his forehead.

 

“Someone! Help,” she shouted, but no one came. They probably didn't hear. Why on Earth did she have such a big house?

 

She grumbled under her breath a bit before jumping to her feet. Carefully, she lifted him on her shoulder and steadied him so he wouldn't fall. She realised he was way heavier than she was, but the distance between them and the closest room with a bed wasn't that big, so she should be able to carry him there.

 

The second thing she realised was that she needed to rely more on her feet, because he was unconscious and she had to literally drag him. After a few steps she laid him on the floor again, sighing abruptly in aggravation. Quickly, she made him sit and put her hands under his armholes, heaving with all her strength. She groaned in frustration, but cheered when she lifted him and drag him across the hall to the room.

 

With great difficulty, she managed to lay him on the bed. She was slightly worried by the odd angle his head was in, but that had to do for the moment, because she was scared of moving it. She had to wait for Miroku's arrival.

 

But now Kagome was faced with a much more important problem. Which was the treatment for this wound? She noticed he had a stabbing wound exactly where his heart was and hissed as if it were her own pain. So what was the cure for this kind of a dangerous wound?

His shirt was obviously torn in that place because of the cut, and she ripped it further, removing it from his body as well as she could. She wanted nothing in her way so she could treat him best. Trailing her eyes on his body, she noticed his smooth abs and toned muscles. She bit her lip to prevent that threatening whimper from ensuing and inspected the wound. It wasn't shallow, but it wasn't that deep, either.

 

Suddenly, Miroku barged in with two buckets of water and a lot of cloths. She was amazed by his deftness; he'd brought them all at once. She smiled up at him before hurrying to remove some of the cloths off of Inuyasha.

 

Without really looking at it, Kagome picked a cloth and dipped it in water so she could clean the blood off him.

 

As soon as the fabric made contact with his blood-spattered skin, she realised he was indeed unconscious. The water on his skin must have stung, but he made no indication he felt anything. That had to mean he actually didn't feel anything.

 

Either way, she cleaned him up quickly and waited for Sango to return, still trying to figure what herbs she should use. She realised she liked using herbs to heal more than anything else. She was a person that loved nature and believed in its power to cure.

 

When Sango came carrying the box and a few books, she sighed in relief.

 

Quickly, she snatched a book from under Sango's armpit, flipping the pages until she settled for one. Her eyes hungry, she devoured the book before throwing it to the ground in frustration.

 

There was nothing to help her. She had found the treatments easy when she'd read them, but to work on a real person - a real, possibly dying person - wasn't the same thing.

 

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She remembered something she hadn't read. It had to be of her past life. However, Kagome had no time to debate on whether she'd trust this crazy idea or not; she just did what her instincts told her. Maybe her instincts were fucked up, but she didn't care. Doing something crazy had to be better than nothing at all, she figured, and decided to stop thinking for a change.

 

“Keep your fingers crossed,” she told the staring couple, who held their breaths as they wondered what it was that Kagome intended to do.

 

Without giving it a second though, she took some herbs from the red oak box and put them in a tray she found on the night table.

 

“Oh, bloody Hell! I forgot!” she exclaimed and shook her head desperately. “Miroku, bring me a kitchen knife! Hurry,” she demanded and he hurried to do as told. Sango raised an inquisitive eyebrow and suddenly Kagome remembered yet another thing.

 

“Sango, help me get his head straight, because this position it is in must not be good for him,” Kagome said and Sango rushed to help.

 

Right when they were done Miroku entered the room holding a sharp knife. Kagome smiled in relief and snatched it out of his hands impatiently. She kneeled on the floor in front of the tray with the odd-shaped herbs and held her hand above it. Sango gasped and moved forward, but Miroku kept her in place. Kagome closed her eyes and slit her wrist as carefully as she could without seeing and let the blood drop on the herbs. She just couldn't bring herself to watch blood dripping out of her own wrist, knowing that she'd done it to herself. When she felt it was enough, she brought the wrist to her mouth and suckled on it until the blood stopped. She was surprised that it did stop, but then again this whole idea had been wild right from the start.

 

She shook the tray a bit so the blood would creep into the spaces between the herbs and hurried to Inuyasha's side.

 

“Who did this to you?” she asked softly, knowing well he wouldn't answer.

 

Kagome took the herbs-and-blood mixture and sprawled it on the open wound, applying slight pressure and waited impatiently until her instincts would tell her to remove the herbs.

 

“Wh-what is that?” Sango asked meekly, but Kagome ignored her. She only had ears for Inuyasha now. Except, Inuyasha made no sound. The man was as silent as death. Oh. Bad comparison.

 

“Get well,” Kagome pleaded with tears in her eyes, still pressing her hand to Inuyasha's chest. “I do love you,” she whispered heatedly, her body a shaking mess. “I didn't tell you that. I pushed you away. I thought I wasn't ready; now I am… will you have me back?” she asked helplessly, silently begging for him to answer.

 

After what felt like days - but had been hours, in fact - Kagome's eyes snapped to Inuyasha's sudden open ones. She moved to remove the herbs but remembered she'd already done that a while ago. She felt bad for ignoring him for a bit, but her eyes scanned the room to finally settle on the sleeping forms of Miroku and Sango. Her gaze returned to Inuyasha and she inspected his confused face. He didn't seem to know where he was.

 

“You are with me, Kagome Takahashi,” she explained gently, but his expression remained flat. She rubbed his hand and saw that his eyes seemed glassy. An eyebrow cocked, she waited for him to make a move.

 

She noticed him sniff almost imperceptibility and wondered what that was about. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back into his head and she tensed in worry. What started as a mere shiver that shook him gently turned into a full-fledged shuddering session and Kagome feared she'd done something wrong.

 

She gripped his hand as he calmed down and saw sweat pouring down his temple. His eyes were closed shut and - to her surprise - he was moaning, but it didn't sound like a pain-filled moan to her.

 

He sniffed again and arched his back slightly off the bed.

 

Kagome had to admit she was honestly puzzled by his odd behaviour and wondered what had triggered it.

 

Suddenly, as if he finally understood where he was, he snapped in a sitting position, startling the hell out of poor Kagome. She leant back to allow him space, since she'd been hovering above him so she could keep a closer eye on his reactions.

 

What she saw next perplexed her. For just a second, his hair flashed silver-white and his eyes amber. He even had some strange, fluffy ears on top of his head and her eyes widened in unconcealed wonder.

 

“Dammit bitch, what the hell did you do?” he asked harshly, snapping her out of her trance, his eyes almost crossing from an invisible tension that seemed to have engulfed him.

 

“Sorry?!” she asked incredulously. “I helped you; that's what I did!?” she snapped at him angrily. Who did he think he was to speak to her like that?

 

All of a sudden, he clutched his head tightly with a still weak hand and groaned in pain and obvious frustration. He shook his head and sighed, trying to get a grip of himself.

 

“Sorry for... reacting like that,” he said, moaning again as he took another sniff. “Bloody Hell!!” he exclaimed suddenly as he let himself fall back on the covers. “What did you do?” Inuyasha asked feebly, this time without yelling or cussing. It had to be an improvement, right? Kagome supposed the first time had been because his confusion.

 

“I mixed some herbs with my blood,” she explained softly and he groaned out loud, closing his eyes and shaking his head. What was this about?

 

He seemed to be trying to calm himself and he looked behind her. She realised Miroku and Sango had awaken when Inuyasha's gaze found her again.

 

“Listen,” he started and somehow his voice seemed almost tender now. But it had a strange tension to it that Kagome couldn't decipher. “Thank you for saving me. Someone attacked me as I was trying to come here,” he told her and she gasped. “I am sorry, but I need to go now.”

 

Inuyasha got up and Kagome noticed that he wasn't steady on his feet yet. However, she didn't say anything as she followed him out of the house.

 

She wanted to say a million things to him, but her mouth didn't comply. Most of all, she wanted to ask him about what she thought she'd seen. It was something she'd never get out of her head.

 

On the steps of the mansion, Kagome thought he would kiss her, but was very surprised when all he did was stop and turn around to look at her, before grunting and leaving hurriedly.

 

“Maybe he hit his head, too,” Kagome figured and shrugged, remaining on the steps a while longer before finally getting inside.

 

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“Look at what she did!” a furious man snarled with rage, punching the desk as if it had anything to do with the most recent events he'd witnessed on his magical screen. “She awoke his mating instincts!” he sneered and she scoffed.

 

“Yes, but it was unintentional. Besides, if my memory is still functional, you were the one who had the brilliant idea to do this to him, weren't you? You sneaked up behind him and poured some fainting dust on him so he would lose consciousness, before stabbing him. Such a coward you are,” the snide woman commented.

 

He scowled at her. She knew exactly how to push his buttons. This was probably the biggest disadvantage of having her around. Sometimes he just couldn't put up with her sarcasm.

 

“Yes, but I didn't know she would remember how to do that shit! The herbs weren't even necessary for it; she could have just given his blood. That was stupid of her to do.”

 

“From your point of view,” the woman argues heatedly.

 

“Will you shut up for once, woman? Leave me to my own devices,” he demanded but she didn't move from her place.

 

“You are lucky his is still working,” she commented casually and the man felt like strangling her. He intended to, too, but gave up the idea as another thought crossed him.

 

“If she can remember this, what else does she remember? We shall have to send her another potion,” he decided and went to his desk to “cook” it.

 

“What are we going to do about the girls?” the woman asked nonchalantly.

 

“Keep them in the dungeon until they die or catch flees,” he joked.

 

“It is not funny. If we do not make them forget, we shall have to really kill them. We cannot risk them knowing much longer. What about Eveline?” she asked worriedly.

 

“She is taken care of. I had Inuyasha himself do it,” the man stated proudly.

 

“This boy is pretty useful,” she noted.

 

“He is more than useful. Without him I could never do this.”

 

She let him work on the potion a while longer until curiosity got the best of her.

 

“Why do you want to make them suffer so?” she asked him suddenly, clearly surprising him.

 

“Let us just say… I want to make a certain wife of mine suffer before coming back to me,” he explained and she raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “And… well… to have fun, too,” he confessed with a wide smirk.

 

That was more like him. The woman smiled in return and left without a mere goodbye.

 

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“Damn!” Inuyasha shouted in the night's chill, increasing his pace. He briefly wondered where his horse was, but right now he didn't give a flying shit. He just wanted to get Kagome's scent out of his defences. He'd dropped the concealment charm somewhere, but it didn't matter. Kikyou knew who he was. There weren't many people that knew him as the hanyou he was anymore and he felt somewhat uneasy that Kikyou did, but it didn't matter.

 

He sighed deeply as he saw their house in the distance, its outline standing out between the trees.

 

Inuyasha suddenly stopped in front of an obviously old tree and dug his nails in the solid trunk, trying to relieve the pressure. “Dammit, bitch,” he whispered harshly, pressing his forehead against the damp wood. He hissed in pleasure-induced pain and released a frustrated howl into the night. He knew Kikyou would hear and know it was him, but he didn't care. All he cared about right now was to forget the raven-haired girl and to relieve the tension. The tension she'd caused.

 

He realised she always caused him trouble. She was definitely a trouble-maker.

 

He rushed to Kikyou's and kicked the door open. Kikyou quickly emerged from the bedroom looking frightened. She probably thought someone had broken in. She looked only half relieved that it was no one else than Inuyasha.

 

“Inuyasha,” she started, but he beat her to it. Crushing her to him in a swift, clean move, he pushed her inside the bedroom, not bothering to close the entrance door. Now anyone could enter at any time.

 

Kikyou pushed against him in protest, but he threw her against the bed, before undressing himself. Her eyes widened as his eyes closed shut for an instant, trying to regain his senses.

 

Kikyou moved to get up, but he opened his eyes abruptly.

 

“Don't move,” he ordered, his voice a lot rougher than usual. She was used to his brutal demeanour, but this was entirely new. This was primal. It was something she'd never experienced with him and - truth be told - she didn't want to. She wanted to crawl under some hidden stones and never come out again. Not for the first time in her recently pathetic life, she wanted away from him. But she knew she had no chance. She'd sealed her fate for the moment.

 

Her eyes pleaded with him not to take her like this, like an animal, but he ignored her despair. He hovered on top of her, slicing her dress with his claws, leaving her completely bare to his hungry gaze. She moved to cover herself under the intensity of his stare, but he ruthlessly slapped her hands away.

 

Closing his eyes again, his teeth grazed her already sore nipples and she moaned quite against her will. She was biting her tongue to keep the sounds from coming out, but her body didn't obey her brain's commands anymore.

 

After the first time she'd been with him, she'd realised there would be no one to ever make her feel the same. To make her feel desired. To make her feel a real woman.

 

She shivered when his teeth pulled at her nipples, giving birth to a pleasurable pain in her stomach. She felt embarrassed to feel all these sinful feelings. She felt she had crossed the line of decency.

 

Kikyou begged him to stop countless times, but his only answer was either a painful slap or a harsh nibbling. He inserted a clawed finger inside of her and she felt him graze her insides. He wasn't careful anymore; he didn't care if he hurt her. She realised that the liquid pooling between her legs wasn't related to her arousal; it was her blood. He thrust his fingers inside her relentlessly and hot tears stained her cheeks as her face contorted in a hurt scowl. He frowned lustfully, his eyes still closed, not bringing himself to see the damage he was doing. The blood he was drawing out. Part of his brain was screaming for him to stop, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. Not tonight.

 

He picked up speed and she grunted harder, wishing for all she was worth that he stopped.

 

“Please,” she begged, but neither was sure what she wanted anymore.

 

“You're a monster,” she whined, thrashing her head and trying to wriggle out of his arms, but obviously to no avail. “A vile beast,” she hissed in pain and pleasure as his fingers kept thrusting.

 

“I hhh….hate you,” she whispered as a powerful orgasm hit her fully.

 

Now she felt dirtier than ever. Inuyasha didn't stop his finger-thrusting and she realised this was a greater sin than any she'd ever done.

 

“No,” she murmured, shaking her head again and again. “No… No… No” The gravity of the situation punched her full in the face and she realised she could die tonight. Inuyasha could crush her in his hazy state. She prayed he would leave her alive, but as he entered her in a hard thrust, she feared for her life. Every time he pounded into her she felt like her inner walls were being ripped apart by a demon; and that was probably true.

 

He seemed to be pretty worked up, because she felt his end close as he picked up speed, nearly sending her into unconsciousness from the sheer strength of the thrusts. She was sore all over as he bit and scraped and grazed every inch of her skin he could find. Kikyou tried to avert her face, but he caught her mouth with his, biting on her lower lip, drawing blood. The taste seemed to stop him, however, as he released her mouth and went to painfully nip at her collarbone.

 

Suddenly, he stiffened inside her.

 

“Kagome,” Inuyasha called weakly as he emptied himself inside his sex partner.

 

Kikyou cried.

 

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A/N: Don't think for a second that this is Kikyou-bashing. I like her and I like the extent of her relationship with Inuyasha in the manga/anime (I can understand them), but it's something that isn't meant to be. She is obviously meant to suffer, while Inuyasha can find solace in Kagome. I'll let you in for a spoiler now. The brilliant Rumiko Takahashi saw fit to have Kikyou suffer pretty much alone throughout the manga, until her end that was very soothing for her. Don't think I'm going to keep “punishing” Kikyou forever. In my story she's done something sort of wrong, so she kind of needs this blow to rediscover herself, so yeah. Don't hurry to throw in flames just cause you feel I'm toying around with them.

By the way, you DO realise I've left you some well-placed (I hope) hints about the real situation, don't you? No? Okay. Wait for the next chapter, then :)