InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Delusions ❯ Chapter Twelve ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

 Author’s Notes: This chapter will be in Inuyasha’s perspective. Do I see butterflies?

 

 

 

 

Delusions

 

Chapter Twelve

 

Rated - M (for suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, and coarse language)

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

 

 

Inuyasha had gone back to Miroku’s and Sango’s home and informed them that Kagome and her daughter had returned through the well and revealed no more. Miroku and Sango were curious but left the subject alone, it was not much of their business anyway. They knew that the hanyō would open up eventually if he so pleased. He normally did in time in his own fashion. Shippō, on the other hand, tried to pummel him with questions until Inuyasha thumped the kitsune on the head before leaving. Shippō may be grown up but he still sometimes had a childlike manner.

 

Inuyasha exited the dwelling and found Sōrin leaning against the side of the house, waiting.

 

“You get everything taken care of?” he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

 

Inuyasha shot him a look before responding, “Don't worry about it.”

 

Sōrin cracked a knowing smile, “Yeah, ok.”

 

“Go home, Sōrin!” Inuyasha grunted. Sōrin threw his hands up in defense. Inuyasha was not having any of the boy’s taunting tonight.

 

He knew where to poke his mentor and did so effortlessly, “Aren't you coming or are you going to be leaving?”

 

“How about go home and don't worry about what I do,” he growled.

 

Sōrin shrugged and headed off with a smug smile to the dwelling he shared with the hanyō who had taken him in. Inuyasha did care about his ward but sometimes he wondered if he had rubbed off too strongly on him.

 

Once he saw that Sōrin had gone out of eyesight, Inuyasha jumped and sailed to the Goshinboku Tree. He didn’t want the kid to have the satisfaction of seeing him leave. He landed on the branch and plopped down, crossing his arms into his sleeves.

 

Today, Kagome had returned to him and he found out that he had a child. He tried to rationalize everything but just could not get over the fact that she had left in the first place. ‘How could she have believed that I would do that to her?’ He'd wondered on why she had left for years now and he finally had an answer. But knowing did not ease the pain. There was no magical fix to this mess they were in.

 

The fact that he now had a daughter was an entire idea he had never even factored. 'How could I have known’ he thought?

 

Anger swelled through him as he remembered Kagome’s story from this morning. She had thought he didn't listen to it in its entirety but he heard every word. It hurt and angered him to know what happened to her had transpired under his watch and that he did not protect her from it. He should have sensed a demon in the area.

 

Some time had passed and the moon began to rise in the sky, mirroring his dark mood. In his frustration, he pounded a fist onto the tree that reverberated throughout the body of the tree. He clenched his fist so tight that he drew blood in his anger. He looked to the well that sat nearby. He felt an urge to go to it. Why hadn't he just gone through years before and sorted this mess out? Had he done that they would have easily reconciled and all of these years of pain would not have happened. It was his own stupid pride that allowed this to happen. He roared in frustration as a cathartic release before he jumped into the well and through time.

 

 

 

 

Now in Kagome’s time, he perched on the edge of the well and tried to decide what move to make next. He had not really thought this through, just coming was a big step. He hadn’t been here in so long. That’s when he realized he wasn’t alone. The scent was familiar so he was not alarmed and remained perched on the lip of the well. Darkness permeated throughout the well-house and he waited for the person to announce themselves.

 

“I had a feeling you’d be coming. I’m actually surprised that it took you this long,” Kagome’s mother said.

 

“You could have been waiting out here for a long time old woman,” he retorted.

 

“But I didn’t,” she said wittingly. He could make her out in the darkness with his superior vision and saw that she had a knowing smile on her face. He doubted she could see him but he kept his expression blank nonetheless.

 

“Guess not,” he said shortly.

 

“She told me about what happened,” she told him. “Come outside. It’s so stuffy in here. And don’t worry, no one is out.” He followed her outside of the well-house.

 

Inuyasha watched the woman silently. She had aged since he last saw her. She was still a handsome woman with hints of white gleaming in her hair and fine wrinkles beginning to form as laugh lines and crow's feet, definitive signs that showed happiness etched onto her face.

 

“I wanted to speak with you, Inuyasha,” she finally said.

 

“Yeah?” he asked.

 

“Kagome took it hard all of those years ago, after what happened. It took a while to pry it out of her but she finally opened up.” She lowered herself to sit on the step outside of the well-house before continuing. “She became deathly ill shortly after that and was bedridden for weeks until we were able to find the cause....her body was fighting against her...condition…” she knew what she wanted to say but stumbled upon the words. Dredging up the memories from that time was painful for her.

 

“What condition?” Inuyasha asked curiously. He also sat down in front of her to listen.

 

“Apparently being a miko and carrying a demon baby does not bode will for the mother. Her body constantly tried to purify the unborn child and, thankfully, Jii-chan was able to help suppress the baby’s yōki so that Kagome could function. It almost seemed as if Kagome had lost the will to continue. She thought that...that...the baby was the product of...her tragedy…it killed her inside to carry a child from the union of something so tainted. But, one day she finally decided that she didn’t care and she would love the baby no matter what and raise him or her to be a good person.” She paused for a moment as if collecting her thoughts.

 

“She even attempted to return to you once…” she added.

 

“She did?” he found himself asking.

 

“Yes, she wanted to let you know that she understood your choice. I don’t really think she thought past that, but she thought it was a good enough reason to go. Ultimately, I talked her out of it.”

 

Inuyasha had been staring earnestly at the woman as she recounted events but hearing the last sentence he narrowed his eyes into a glare which she saw and immediately clarified, “It was too dangerous for her to be running around the Feudal Era that late in her condition. It was for her and the baby’s health.”

 

“Anyway, it was not long after that that Amaya graced us with her presence. Ten fingers, ten toes, silver downy hair...just perfect,” she finished with a smile. Her eyes dewy with memory.

 

Inuyasha felt swelled with emotion after hearing about the birth of his child. He cast his gaze away from Kagome’s mother. He felt ashamed that he had not been there.

 

“Inuyasha, I really came to wait for you because I just wanted you to know...it’s not your fault and it’s not hers either. Don’t hold the choices she made after that fateful day against her.” With that, she stood up and brushed herself off. “I’m going to head in.” She headed off to another part of the shrine without a glance back at him.

 

Inuyasha remained seated as he absorbed what he had just been told. He thought about the last words Kagome’s mother had said, ‘ Don’t hold the choices she made after she left against her’.

 

He was already here, so he had already made up his mind. He walked slowly over to the house where he could sense Kagome within.

 

He jumped to the window closest to where he sensed her and peered in. There was a lamp on that shed light on a small part of the room but Kagome did not seem to be inside the room. He opened the window and entered the room before closing it behind him. The room smelled of Kagome, but there was also a lingering male scent that made his hackles rise. He had forgotten that Kagome had taken a mate in this time. He absently wondered if he would have to take care of the male if he entered the room but a second sniff around confirmed that the scent was residual and not recent. Pushing the thought of the male from his mind he refocused on the reason for coming here.

 

He knew that Kagome was close and could hear the running water from the other side of a closed door. Apparently, Kagome was taking one of those standing baths from the clean scents he could detect. He briefly thought about entering the room but thought better of it. In the past, she would always be angry at him for seeing her unclothed. He doubted that she would be more welcoming now, so he waited.

 

The sound of water stopped and Inuyasha could hear footsteps as Kagome made her way back into her bedroom. He froze, feeling uncertainty as the doorknob turned and Kagome entered wearing nothing but a towel. Now she was the one to freeze as she encountered him waiting for her inside her room, her eyes wide with shock. She overcame her paralysis swiftly and closed the door behind her. When she turned back towards him he noticed that her eyes were puffy and red, he guessed from crying...maybe over him. They both stood apart in silence, each waiting for the other to speak.

 

Kagome brought a hand to her towel in modesty and stepped closer to him, not enough to reach out and touch him, but a respectable distance to speak and be heard. Sweeping a saturated strand of hair behind her ear she broke the silence by clearing her throat. “I told you that I’d be back after I had finished up some things.” She couldn’t or wouldn’t meet his gaze so she walked over to a set of dresser drawers and began fumbling through them.

 

Inuyasha watched her from behind and cajoled himself into action. “Kagome,” he began and she stopped fussing with her dresser and turned to face him. Now she did look at him in the eyes and he could feel their sadness wash over him. There was also a bit of uncertainty that he could see. She seemed afraid of whatever he may have to say and it showed clearly on her face and her movements when she reached behind herself to grasp the edge of the dresser.

 

He chose not to bridge the gap between them yet but to gauge her reaction to his words. There were still tendrils of anger that lingered within him but Kagome’s mother’s recantation of past events helped to ease his troubled mind and allowed him to see beyond his pain. “I’m sorry,” he said.

 

A small smile tugged at Kagome’s lips before she looked down and back up at him again. “I’m sorry, too,” she said. That small gesture made it seem like there was hope somewhere and Inuyasha’s felt a small tinge of exhilaration course through him.

 

There was still a lot of hurt in between them but the words they shared seemed to be enough for tonight. Inuyasha offered a hand out in invitation. Kagome, still gripping her towel to herself took his proffered hand and stepped closer to him. He gave her a small tug and she ended up in his arms. Her towel came loose with this action and began to plunge down the back and she made to readjust it but stopped herself and let it alone as she stared into his eyes.

 

He drank in her beauty and he could feel the heat that she emitted from her scantily clothed body. For a moment he just stared at her and watched as blood blossomed under her cheeks from a blush. His earnestness seemed to overwhelm her and she tried to duck her head but he reached down, placing his hand reassuringly behind her neck and gently stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb. She leaned into the warmth of his palm and closed her eyes, no longer fighting her modesty or uncertainty.  

 

He leaned down and claimed her mouth with its soft, rose-petal lips. She did not resist, but he did not expect her to. She opened to him like a flower and he could feel the heat between them begin to rise. The passion between them grew and eventually he vaguely noticed that her arms wrapped behind his back which allowed the towel she wore to pool around her feet. She moaned softly in her throat and he gripped her even more tightly. He then ran his hands tenderly across her body and began to rain kisses upon her that went from her mouth down to her neck. A soft sigh escaped her and enticed him to continue downwards to her bare breasts. He could feel her run her hands through his hair and pressure as she pulled on his locks while he ministered to her body with his mouth. Her soft moans were like an ignition to a flame he had quelled within himself for so long.

 

His hands ran down to cup her bare buttocks and he gripped them before drawing her up and allowing her to wrap her legs around him. Cradling her this way he kissed her again, this time much more forceful with pent up longing that caused her to gasp into his mouth. Swiftly, he moved to the bed and sat her down upon it, kneeling as he did so as not to break contact. Reluctantly, though, he did pull away. Their faces were still close enough to touch and he stared into her eyes. Uncertainty began to creep back into them, but before she could start to second-guess herself he entwined his fingers with hers and used his free hand to untie his own suikan. Deftly, he removed his outer robes and paused.

 

Inuyasha did not want Kagome to feel forced into anything. The decision had to be hers but he felt compelled to aid her so he lifted her hand that he had captured within his and placed it onto his hadagi. She lowered her eyes slightly and went to work on undoing his inner garment. It only took a moment before she helped him to slide it off of his shoulders and onto the ground to rest with the his discarded clothing. She ran her hands over his chest, which elicited a shudder that radiated down his spine. He narrowed his eyes in pleasure, her simple touch was intoxicating to him. Quickly, she moved down to the hakama and loosened the cords that held them in place, completing the pile.

 

The passion was rising and Inuyasha felt himself losing his grip on his ability to control himself. He grabbed Kagome up in his arms and moved, deftly, to a central part of the bed, pressing forceful kisses onto her that caused her to gasp into his mouth. His tongue swept into her mouth and met hers, swirling around in an exotic dance until, agonizingly, he slowed and rested on his elbows above her. Her eyes opened dreamily and were glazed over with desire. He knew the answer but, again, he awaited her permission. She panted neatly beneath him and gave a smile before pulling him back down into another deep kiss.

 

 

 

 

Next time on Delusions….

 

….Kagome laid in bed, trying to be still so as not to wake the man asleep beside her. He was laying on his side with an arm possessively thrown over her. Just thinking about their recent encounter sent delicious shivers through her and she eyed him to see if there were any signs of life. Nothing. She gave a small sigh of resignation and turned her head….