InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness in the Hearts of Light ❯ Sheltered ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Felan Silverchild 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Post-apocalyptic / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.22.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 205 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Post-apocalyptic / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.22.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 205 | Status: Completed
Chapter Three - Sheltered
The wind swept through the treetops above with force and dissipated as a single red blur raced overhead.
“Strange.” An old, gruff voice touched Kagome’s ears gently. She stirred but was quickly reminded of her injuries and sucked in a ragged breath.
“Whoa there, stay still till we can get this out of you.”
Kagome didn’t recognize the voice. At least it wasn’t the same voice as the one that had done this to her. The world was slow to come back to her, but as she remembered clearly what had happened she bolted upright and fought to pry loose despite the overwhelming pain.
“No! Let go of me! Inuyasha!” Her screams were barely audible and she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breath.
A kindly, wrinkled face came into view.
“It’s alright, my dear. He’s gone now. My..” he smiled thoughtfully, “Grandson chased him away. Don’t worry; I won’t hurt you. I just ask that you bear with me, I’m a weak old man,” he seemed to laugh at himself. “..but we need to get you to some shelter so we can tend to your wounds. I don’t dare leave you here, alright?” His smile was as gentle as his voice and a sense of trust overcame her. “Do you think you can stand?”
Kagome nodded and drew her legs up underneath her as he tried to help her up.
“Come on then, lets try to get you to your feet. Careful now.” He slipped her good arm over his shoulder, but Kagome thought he looked as fragile in his old age as she felt and wondered briefly how they would be able to get anywhere.
Kagome nodded again and tried to smile but as they both strained to get her upright her head suddenly swam. The world felt like it was tilting on its side. Somehow the old man managed to catch them both from falling; at least she thought it was him at first.
“Grandfather, I told you to wait on me. This is too much for you.” Another voice was in her ear now, drawing her back to consciousness.
Kagome tried to speak but still couldn’t find the breath for it.
“I couldn’t wait much longer. She’s getting pale and I fear if we don’t hurry we might lose her. Now lets get her home and tend to her wounds. I don’t want to pull the arrow free until we’re in a safer place or she might bleed to death.”
“Yes, sir.” She could sense that the owner of the other voice was much younger and stronger as he took her from the old man but her vision was still too hazy to see as he lifted her into his powerful arms.
Pain seized her again as he settled her into his grasp but it quickly faded. Kagome could feel a great deal of warmth emanating from him and felt a little embarrassed when she found her cheek resting on his shoulder.
“Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely into the young man’s ear.
“You should save your strength,” his voice was soft and concerned. “You’re injured pretty badly, after all. Don’t worry though, we’ll get you somewhere safe and have you mended up in no time, alright?”
As they walked she listened faintly to his words but she could feel darkness swarming in around her and she didn’t think she would be able to resist it this time. This time she let herself succumb to it willingly, and for once the sleep was dreamless and almost comforting.
Time stretched on for what felt like an eternity with the lulling sway of the young mans pace. She had no idea how long they had been traveling much less where, nor was she sure when exactly they had stopped but in the back of her mind she could sense a rough bed underneath her and movement.
Agonizingly horrible, searing pain pierced through her body and she awoke screaming hoarsely. Kagome tried to fight against it, grasping at whatever she could, but everything was a blur. She had no idea where she was or what was happening.
“Oh no. I’m so sorry. Are you all right? I had hoped you would stay unconscious through it.” It was the old man, she vaguely noticed a bloody arrow in his hand. Kagome faintly remembered him and calmed down a bit but the pain was intense and her throat was horribly dry.
“Inuyasha..” She gasped his name and was overwhelmed again with pain and shock.
“Inuyasha? Do you know that name, Grandfather?” The young man was standing nearby with bandages in one arm and a wooden cup of tea in the other.
“Come here child and hand me that clothe so we can stop her bleeding.” As the young man handed them over he quickly turned and averted his eyes as the old man pulled Kagome’s sheet back. They had cut her clothing free from her before trying to pull the arrow out, leaving her nude. He began rubbing a strange herb into both sides of her wound as he spoke. “I have no idea, but she’s been calling his name since I first found her. Here, help me lift her so I can wrap these bandages on.” The old man continued to dress her wounds, packing more healing herbs against it to fight infection.
“Do you suppose that’s the name of her attacker?” The young man blushed furiously as he moved behind Kagome and gently lifted her up. His Grandfather just shrugged and motioned impatiently for him to tilt her up a little higher.
“Lift her arm up as well.” The old man carefully bandaged her chest and shoulder with meaningful placement of each length of fabric. He was secretly smiling, though as his grandson tried valiantly not to look at her as she slept. “I suppose it could have been, but I just don’t get the feeling that the name ‘Inuyasha’ belongs to someone she is afraid of.”
Kagome began to stir again.
“She’s waking. Let’s see if we can get her to take a sip of the tea.” The young man nodded as his grandfather stood up from the bed. He grabbed the cup from where he had set it before and tried to hand it to the old man. “Why don’t you do it, Kioshi? Hmm?” The young man couldn’t help but notice a smile return amidst the wrinkles there.
“Must I? Can’t you do it?”
“Afraid of a girl?” The old man snickered. “I never believed you to be the shy type. All right, then help me by tilting her head a bit. I doubt she has the strength for it herself right now.” He nodded obediently as he gently slipped his fingers under her black hair and tilted her head only barely.
“Here, drink this. It’s a special herbal brew.” She looked wearily into the wrinkled, old face for reassurance as he tilted the cup to her lips. “Go on, it will help to fight the infection. That arrow did a nasty bit on you. It pierced all the way through you know.”
She drank warily. The taste was dreadful and caught in her throat sending her into throws of coughing. Kagome’s eyes watered as she tried to stomach the concoction.
“Oh, dear. There, there.” He rubbed her good arm gently as Kioshi snuck over to the doorway.
“I’ll get some more herbs for tea, Grandfather.”
“Kioshi, wait.” The old man patted Kagome’s hand briefly. “I’ll be right back, young one.” He turned and walked after the young man.
Kagome’s vision began to clear little by little as she watched the small family. The young man had his back to her as he spoke to his grandfather in a suddenly hushed tone.
His black hair was long and held back in a knotted bit of twine at the base of his neck. His clothing too, was simple and traditional with blues mixed with gray and black tones. It was a simple dye pattern that strangely reminded her of water, but she couldn’t quite place why.
While they whispered, she gingerly explored the wound through the bandages around her shoulder with her fingers. It screamed with pain but her senses were so overwhelmed from everything that had happened that she was slowly growing numb to it. Then again, it might have been the effect of that strange tea they had given her, or maybe it was shock.
Kagome let her hand rest on her chest for a minute before it dawned on her that not only her wounded shoulder, not counting the bandages, was exposed but her good one was too. Which meant….
Her pale face flushing red, she lifted the sheet and peered under it. ~My… clothes. I’M NAKED!~ She managed to push out a raspy scream and wrenched the covers back up to her chin despite the pain those movements caused.
Both men stopped talking and looked at her mystified.
“Oh, that. Your peculiar clothing was soaked through with blood. We had to get you out of them to clean you up.” The old man looked a little too happy about it. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” He winked.
Suddenly she felt like running.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just trying to be funny. He’s really quite harmless.” For the first time, she could see the young man’s face. He reminded her so painfully much of Inuyasha, but the eyes were different, kinder. His black hair hung free around his face framing its softer features nicely with the slightest hint of pointed ears peeking out the sides. He looked gentle.
Kagome’s face flushed a little.
“Did.. you see.. too?” She rasped.
“No.” he lied, blushing fiercely. “I was out collecting herbs for your tea.” She suddenly noticed that the cup was in his hand. Her stomach wretched at the thought of drinking it again and turned away in disgust. “Not that I blame you, but you do need to drink more. Despite it’s taste, it is good for you.”
“It does taste horrible, doesn’t it?” The old man was laughing heartily. She started coughing again. “Careful there now. You really need to take it easy. Like I was saying earlier, that arrow did you some real damage. It appears to have pierced your lung, too.” He rubbed his bearded chin. “It just hasn’t been a good day for you, has it?”
“Forgive his rudeness,” The young man was glaring at his grandfather before he glanced back to Kagome and offered a more friendly approach. “My friends call me Kioshi,” he bowed deeply. “And my Grandfather over there is… ”
“Just call me Grandpa,” the old man interrupted with an exaggerated, and comical bow of his own. “And, dear child, if you have the strength for it, what is your name?”
She took a few tender breaths to find the energy to speak.
“Ka.. Kagome.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, child.” The old man was smiling again in that strange way of his.
“Any idea who that man was that attacked you?” Kioshi was looking back toward the door, or rather through it absent-mindedly for a moment before his eyes turned to meet hers again.
“Don’t bother her with questions like those right now. She needs to rest anyway.”
“But, Grandfather. What if he comes searching for her again?”
“No buts. It can wait until later. Besides, we can take care of him if the need arises.” He turned to Kagome again with kindness in his voice. “You just rest for now, Kagome. You need to heal.” The old man smiled a toothy grin when he used her name and patted the foot of the bed. “Now then, sleep and we’ll be back shortly. We have a little bit of work to do if we want any supper tonight.”
She let her head rest back and closed her eyes as she listened to them leave the small, barely lit shack. She felt deeply weak and wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget, but in the back of her mind she could see a familiar face framed by white hair.
“Inuyasha,” she mouthed the breathless word.
“I’ll give her three days. If she’s not back by then, I’m coming after her.” He came to the tree and stared at the point where the fateful arrow struck him. Inuyasha sat on the thick roots and leaned back, stretching his legs out. “Damn girl’s more trouble than she’s worth.”
He couldn’t help but to think about what Miroku had said. There was something about her that made his heart pound, feh, it was the last thing he felt like thinking about right now. Somehow, though, he couldn’t stop himself.
Inuyasha plucked a leaf from one of the vines choking the tree and threw it aside. The wind carried it back to him as though with a mind of its own.
“Ehh?” It landed on his arm. “Strange,” he took it into his hand and twirled it in his fingers.
“Maybe something or someone is trying to tell you something there, Inuyasha.”
“What do you want, you old bitch?”
“Maybe I should ask you what it is you want? And why you’re here? I thought you and the others were on your way to the North.” Kaede’s arms circled around behind her back. She stayed several steps behind him and watched with a gentle gaze.
“We were, but that dumb ass wanted to go home again,” Inuyasha stood, growling and tossed the leaf aside for the second time. It landed in the same place he had just been sitting but he never looked back to see it fall. He walked on instead towards the well and sat on its edge with his legs and arms crossed and eyes closed.
“And I suppose that had nothing to do with you, Inuyasha?” She chided as she followed him a short ways.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I didn’t do anything, Baaba! And what the hell are you doing out here anyway?”
“Something in the wind told me I should come; and it seems I was right to listen.”
“Keh!” Inuyasha turned his nose up at her. “You old bat. Why don’t you ever mind your own goddamn business?”
“Because Kagome is like family and she is very special. Something you keep running from.” Kaede shook her head and turned to leave. “She cares about you a great deal, Inuyasha. You shouldn’t take advantage of that.”
He snorted angrily but couldn’t hide his reddening cheeks.
“If you’re not careful, you’ll wait too long and your chance will disappear.” She began to walk away.
“What are you talking about, Baaba?” he snapped condescendingly, but she was gone. “Old bitch.”
Inuyasha turned and peered down into the well again.
“She.. really cares about me?” As if in reply, the wind whipped around him for a moment before it just as suddenly died away. He could feel his face growing warm again. It was something he already knew, but to hear it from someone else made it seem more real.
“Three days,” he sighed and brushed his hand back through his hair. “Just three days, Kagome. Then I’m coming to get you.” His anger was quickly dissipating. Truthfully, Inuyasha wasn’t sure what it was that had upset him so much about her outburst. He understood her feelings, but how could he just... let go?
He sighed and slid off of the wells edge.
“No matter what I do, someone will be hurt, won’t they?”
Inuyasha tilted his head back and peered into the afternoon sky. He knew that Miroku and Shippo would be back in the village soon. Sango would even be back within the next day or so.
“Three days,” he repeated softly. “Feels like forever.” Inuyasha shook his head and began his return to Kaede’s village. He didn’t much feel like listening to their lectures, but he felt a sudden need to have their company. Chills ran through his skin.
“When did I start feeling like this?” He knew it was Kagome’s fault, and in a way.. he was glad as he threw one last look over his shoulder at the old well.
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The wind swept through the treetops above with force and dissipated as a single red blur raced overhead.
“Strange.” An old, gruff voice touched Kagome’s ears gently. She stirred but was quickly reminded of her injuries and sucked in a ragged breath.
“Whoa there, stay still till we can get this out of you.”
Kagome didn’t recognize the voice. At least it wasn’t the same voice as the one that had done this to her. The world was slow to come back to her, but as she remembered clearly what had happened she bolted upright and fought to pry loose despite the overwhelming pain.
“No! Let go of me! Inuyasha!” Her screams were barely audible and she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breath.
A kindly, wrinkled face came into view.
“It’s alright, my dear. He’s gone now. My..” he smiled thoughtfully, “Grandson chased him away. Don’t worry; I won’t hurt you. I just ask that you bear with me, I’m a weak old man,” he seemed to laugh at himself. “..but we need to get you to some shelter so we can tend to your wounds. I don’t dare leave you here, alright?” His smile was as gentle as his voice and a sense of trust overcame her. “Do you think you can stand?”
Kagome nodded and drew her legs up underneath her as he tried to help her up.
“Come on then, lets try to get you to your feet. Careful now.” He slipped her good arm over his shoulder, but Kagome thought he looked as fragile in his old age as she felt and wondered briefly how they would be able to get anywhere.
Kagome nodded again and tried to smile but as they both strained to get her upright her head suddenly swam. The world felt like it was tilting on its side. Somehow the old man managed to catch them both from falling; at least she thought it was him at first.
“Grandfather, I told you to wait on me. This is too much for you.” Another voice was in her ear now, drawing her back to consciousness.
Kagome tried to speak but still couldn’t find the breath for it.
“I couldn’t wait much longer. She’s getting pale and I fear if we don’t hurry we might lose her. Now lets get her home and tend to her wounds. I don’t want to pull the arrow free until we’re in a safer place or she might bleed to death.”
“Yes, sir.” She could sense that the owner of the other voice was much younger and stronger as he took her from the old man but her vision was still too hazy to see as he lifted her into his powerful arms.
Pain seized her again as he settled her into his grasp but it quickly faded. Kagome could feel a great deal of warmth emanating from him and felt a little embarrassed when she found her cheek resting on his shoulder.
“Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely into the young man’s ear.
“You should save your strength,” his voice was soft and concerned. “You’re injured pretty badly, after all. Don’t worry though, we’ll get you somewhere safe and have you mended up in no time, alright?”
As they walked she listened faintly to his words but she could feel darkness swarming in around her and she didn’t think she would be able to resist it this time. This time she let herself succumb to it willingly, and for once the sleep was dreamless and almost comforting.
Time stretched on for what felt like an eternity with the lulling sway of the young mans pace. She had no idea how long they had been traveling much less where, nor was she sure when exactly they had stopped but in the back of her mind she could sense a rough bed underneath her and movement.
Agonizingly horrible, searing pain pierced through her body and she awoke screaming hoarsely. Kagome tried to fight against it, grasping at whatever she could, but everything was a blur. She had no idea where she was or what was happening.
“Oh no. I’m so sorry. Are you all right? I had hoped you would stay unconscious through it.” It was the old man, she vaguely noticed a bloody arrow in his hand. Kagome faintly remembered him and calmed down a bit but the pain was intense and her throat was horribly dry.
“Inuyasha..” She gasped his name and was overwhelmed again with pain and shock.
“Inuyasha? Do you know that name, Grandfather?” The young man was standing nearby with bandages in one arm and a wooden cup of tea in the other.
“Come here child and hand me that clothe so we can stop her bleeding.” As the young man handed them over he quickly turned and averted his eyes as the old man pulled Kagome’s sheet back. They had cut her clothing free from her before trying to pull the arrow out, leaving her nude. He began rubbing a strange herb into both sides of her wound as he spoke. “I have no idea, but she’s been calling his name since I first found her. Here, help me lift her so I can wrap these bandages on.” The old man continued to dress her wounds, packing more healing herbs against it to fight infection.
“Do you suppose that’s the name of her attacker?” The young man blushed furiously as he moved behind Kagome and gently lifted her up. His Grandfather just shrugged and motioned impatiently for him to tilt her up a little higher.
“Lift her arm up as well.” The old man carefully bandaged her chest and shoulder with meaningful placement of each length of fabric. He was secretly smiling, though as his grandson tried valiantly not to look at her as she slept. “I suppose it could have been, but I just don’t get the feeling that the name ‘Inuyasha’ belongs to someone she is afraid of.”
Kagome began to stir again.
“She’s waking. Let’s see if we can get her to take a sip of the tea.” The young man nodded as his grandfather stood up from the bed. He grabbed the cup from where he had set it before and tried to hand it to the old man. “Why don’t you do it, Kioshi? Hmm?” The young man couldn’t help but notice a smile return amidst the wrinkles there.
“Must I? Can’t you do it?”
“Afraid of a girl?” The old man snickered. “I never believed you to be the shy type. All right, then help me by tilting her head a bit. I doubt she has the strength for it herself right now.” He nodded obediently as he gently slipped his fingers under her black hair and tilted her head only barely.
“Here, drink this. It’s a special herbal brew.” She looked wearily into the wrinkled, old face for reassurance as he tilted the cup to her lips. “Go on, it will help to fight the infection. That arrow did a nasty bit on you. It pierced all the way through you know.”
She drank warily. The taste was dreadful and caught in her throat sending her into throws of coughing. Kagome’s eyes watered as she tried to stomach the concoction.
“Oh, dear. There, there.” He rubbed her good arm gently as Kioshi snuck over to the doorway.
“I’ll get some more herbs for tea, Grandfather.”
“Kioshi, wait.” The old man patted Kagome’s hand briefly. “I’ll be right back, young one.” He turned and walked after the young man.
Kagome’s vision began to clear little by little as she watched the small family. The young man had his back to her as he spoke to his grandfather in a suddenly hushed tone.
His black hair was long and held back in a knotted bit of twine at the base of his neck. His clothing too, was simple and traditional with blues mixed with gray and black tones. It was a simple dye pattern that strangely reminded her of water, but she couldn’t quite place why.
While they whispered, she gingerly explored the wound through the bandages around her shoulder with her fingers. It screamed with pain but her senses were so overwhelmed from everything that had happened that she was slowly growing numb to it. Then again, it might have been the effect of that strange tea they had given her, or maybe it was shock.
Kagome let her hand rest on her chest for a minute before it dawned on her that not only her wounded shoulder, not counting the bandages, was exposed but her good one was too. Which meant….
Her pale face flushing red, she lifted the sheet and peered under it. ~My… clothes. I’M NAKED!~ She managed to push out a raspy scream and wrenched the covers back up to her chin despite the pain those movements caused.
Both men stopped talking and looked at her mystified.
“Oh, that. Your peculiar clothing was soaked through with blood. We had to get you out of them to clean you up.” The old man looked a little too happy about it. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” He winked.
Suddenly she felt like running.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just trying to be funny. He’s really quite harmless.” For the first time, she could see the young man’s face. He reminded her so painfully much of Inuyasha, but the eyes were different, kinder. His black hair hung free around his face framing its softer features nicely with the slightest hint of pointed ears peeking out the sides. He looked gentle.
Kagome’s face flushed a little.
“Did.. you see.. too?” She rasped.
“No.” he lied, blushing fiercely. “I was out collecting herbs for your tea.” She suddenly noticed that the cup was in his hand. Her stomach wretched at the thought of drinking it again and turned away in disgust. “Not that I blame you, but you do need to drink more. Despite it’s taste, it is good for you.”
“It does taste horrible, doesn’t it?” The old man was laughing heartily. She started coughing again. “Careful there now. You really need to take it easy. Like I was saying earlier, that arrow did you some real damage. It appears to have pierced your lung, too.” He rubbed his bearded chin. “It just hasn’t been a good day for you, has it?”
“Forgive his rudeness,” The young man was glaring at his grandfather before he glanced back to Kagome and offered a more friendly approach. “My friends call me Kioshi,” he bowed deeply. “And my Grandfather over there is… ”
“Just call me Grandpa,” the old man interrupted with an exaggerated, and comical bow of his own. “And, dear child, if you have the strength for it, what is your name?”
She took a few tender breaths to find the energy to speak.
“Ka.. Kagome.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, child.” The old man was smiling again in that strange way of his.
“Any idea who that man was that attacked you?” Kioshi was looking back toward the door, or rather through it absent-mindedly for a moment before his eyes turned to meet hers again.
“Don’t bother her with questions like those right now. She needs to rest anyway.”
“But, Grandfather. What if he comes searching for her again?”
“No buts. It can wait until later. Besides, we can take care of him if the need arises.” He turned to Kagome again with kindness in his voice. “You just rest for now, Kagome. You need to heal.” The old man smiled a toothy grin when he used her name and patted the foot of the bed. “Now then, sleep and we’ll be back shortly. We have a little bit of work to do if we want any supper tonight.”
She let her head rest back and closed her eyes as she listened to them leave the small, barely lit shack. She felt deeply weak and wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget, but in the back of her mind she could see a familiar face framed by white hair.
“Inuyasha,” she mouthed the breathless word.
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“She can just stay there and rot for a while.” He was leaning over the well peering into its dark depths. Inuyasha snarled under his breath and turned his back on it. With his arms crossed tightly against his chest, he walked on toward the tree he had been impaled against for 50 years.“I’ll give her three days. If she’s not back by then, I’m coming after her.” He came to the tree and stared at the point where the fateful arrow struck him. Inuyasha sat on the thick roots and leaned back, stretching his legs out. “Damn girl’s more trouble than she’s worth.”
He couldn’t help but to think about what Miroku had said. There was something about her that made his heart pound, feh, it was the last thing he felt like thinking about right now. Somehow, though, he couldn’t stop himself.
Inuyasha plucked a leaf from one of the vines choking the tree and threw it aside. The wind carried it back to him as though with a mind of its own.
“Ehh?” It landed on his arm. “Strange,” he took it into his hand and twirled it in his fingers.
“Maybe something or someone is trying to tell you something there, Inuyasha.”
“What do you want, you old bitch?”
“Maybe I should ask you what it is you want? And why you’re here? I thought you and the others were on your way to the North.” Kaede’s arms circled around behind her back. She stayed several steps behind him and watched with a gentle gaze.
“We were, but that dumb ass wanted to go home again,” Inuyasha stood, growling and tossed the leaf aside for the second time. It landed in the same place he had just been sitting but he never looked back to see it fall. He walked on instead towards the well and sat on its edge with his legs and arms crossed and eyes closed.
“And I suppose that had nothing to do with you, Inuyasha?” She chided as she followed him a short ways.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I didn’t do anything, Baaba! And what the hell are you doing out here anyway?”
“Something in the wind told me I should come; and it seems I was right to listen.”
“Keh!” Inuyasha turned his nose up at her. “You old bat. Why don’t you ever mind your own goddamn business?”
“Because Kagome is like family and she is very special. Something you keep running from.” Kaede shook her head and turned to leave. “She cares about you a great deal, Inuyasha. You shouldn’t take advantage of that.”
He snorted angrily but couldn’t hide his reddening cheeks.
“If you’re not careful, you’ll wait too long and your chance will disappear.” She began to walk away.
“What are you talking about, Baaba?” he snapped condescendingly, but she was gone. “Old bitch.”
Inuyasha turned and peered down into the well again.
“She.. really cares about me?” As if in reply, the wind whipped around him for a moment before it just as suddenly died away. He could feel his face growing warm again. It was something he already knew, but to hear it from someone else made it seem more real.
“Three days,” he sighed and brushed his hand back through his hair. “Just three days, Kagome. Then I’m coming to get you.” His anger was quickly dissipating. Truthfully, Inuyasha wasn’t sure what it was that had upset him so much about her outburst. He understood her feelings, but how could he just... let go?
He sighed and slid off of the wells edge.
“No matter what I do, someone will be hurt, won’t they?”
Inuyasha tilted his head back and peered into the afternoon sky. He knew that Miroku and Shippo would be back in the village soon. Sango would even be back within the next day or so.
“Three days,” he repeated softly. “Feels like forever.” Inuyasha shook his head and began his return to Kaede’s village. He didn’t much feel like listening to their lectures, but he felt a sudden need to have their company. Chills ran through his skin.
“When did I start feeling like this?” He knew it was Kagome’s fault, and in a way.. he was glad as he threw one last look over his shoulder at the old well.
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