InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Enduring Hearts ❯ Unexpected Surpise ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha


A/N: hello all. Second fanfic ^.^ I hope you enjoy. There will be quite a
bit of OOC but this story is set some time in the 1800s. I don't know a
whole lot of history and the objects in it so work with me please. I don't
know how long this will be. There may not even be much of a plot, it might
just mainly focus on Kags and Inus relationship and the progress of it.
Nothing's planned. I'll just play it by ear I guess . . . Enjoy


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Thunder Clashed outside of the large cabin. Each strike of lightning
illuminated the darkness inside revealing the shadows were nothing more than
plain furniture. The rain pelted against the wooden roof sounding as though
someone was throwing thousands of pebbles at the cabin at once. The cabin,
which was fairly large with four bedrooms, was two stories high and was
built with sturdy wood that was now aging.

It had seen much worse than one measly thunder storm. It had been through
countless winters, summers, autumns, and springs. In the woods near the town
of Atohehiku the cabin rested and fit as if Mother Nature herself had
planted it there.

The days around the cabin held it peacefully and the nights, pitch black,
embraced the cabin completely. Usually the serene cabin seemed to radiate
peace, but on this late summer night the opposite took affect. This was the
worst rain to be seen by this quaint, brown cabin all summer.

Lightning scratched across the black sky appearing to rip it wide open.
Thunder rolled violently as though mountains were crumbling and earth
shattering. Large trees very near the wood house were shadowed and seemed to
be dark demons ready to pounce upon first glance. The ground was ravished
completely by blackness and if one were to stand upon it only then would you
know there was a ground to exist.

But then, as the whole world around the cabin seemed hopelessly lost in
darkness, a slash of lightening would illuminate the vicinity and reveal
that everything is as and where it should be. And in that lonely, yet
content cabin was a room at the top of the stairs, and in that room was a
young woman unable to sleep.

She found herself troubled by the storm. It was like any storm, she thought,
but with the fact that this was the most intense yet, she felt something
different about it. There was something that reposed in the air that night.
It seemed to threaten something's approach. A sudden change was in the cold
damp air that she breathed, she felt as though she would choke on it. It was
a suffocating feeling, she felt helpless to it.

This cabin was her own, always had been, but tonight something about it felt
foreign. As if the cabin itself had shifted too and changed to accommodate
something or someone else. But the last thing Kagome Higorashi Katai wanted
was change. She had grown accustomed finally to the almost lonely existence
in this place that was her home. The last thing she wanted was another
abrupt change that would tear her apart and force her to rebuild again.

Kagome rolled over in her large, lonely bed and sighed. She hummed lightly
for the welcome noise of the rain and her own melody kept her from thinking
about the last time her world crashed . . . well almost kept her from
thinking of it . . . The loneliness resurfaced as she looked over to what
used to be her husband's side of the bed. Images and sensations of them
making love on this very mattress flooded her senses. Cold nights surrounded
by his warm embrace invaded her thoughts. Memories flooded her mind of when
she would cry in this bed after fights and nights when he just didn't come
home and she was forced to sleep alone.

All memories, good or bad, warmed her heart or poisoned her emotions. Their
marriage was wonderful for the most part . . . at first anyway. But slowly
after their first months of marriage the fights started. Little things here
and there at first, but soon they became bigger and more heated. Kagome
assumed Koga was just an angry person as much as she was meek and needy.
After most fights he would ignore her completely and go tend to the horses,
stables, or yard work. Sometimes he would even just leave completely. Kagome
would cry, oh how she'd cry. She would lie on this very bed, face the wall
and cry relentless and hopeless tears wondering how she could love someone
so much that hurt her so terribly. She would hardly go to him first, nor him
her. They both had immense pride. The only difference was Koga also had a
huge helping of ego to spot that pride. He never left home with out it, so
to speak.

But when they did make up it seemed worth the fight, thought Kagome. They
would have at least a week of newly found bliss, their love making would be
immensely passionate, and their over all day to day relationship blossomed .
. . for a while anyway. But the fights were often and the afterglow of bliss
just as often. But the fights began to break Kagome little by little. And
sometimes not even the surreal make ups would help anymore. His cruel words
began to cut her deeply, slice into her feelings for him until she began
feeling jaded and numb. But she had loved him still, all the same. She may
never stop loving him regardless of all their angry moments. Kagome would
just assume that he was just too much of a strong, fearless, and bold person
who faced the world with out a care while she was meek, shy and approached
the life with much more caution.

Kagome assumed Koga couldn't handle her fearful and shy nature. That was the
source of most fights. He wanted her to grow but at his specified time and
moment. Kagome just wasn't built that way and Koga just couldn't understand
or accept that. It was too much for both of them.

They were too much alike and for too different at the same time. Him full of
strength and easy carelessness, her filled with wariness and prudence. Yet
alike in the way that their pride often got in the way and prolonged fights.
But they had other things in common she was sure. Kagome was just too tired
to think of them now. But she couldn't help missing her only love, only
husband as she finally fell asleep.

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Sleep wasn't for long though as her bedroom door creaked open. A shadowed
figure stood in the door way. Kagome was sound asleep and obvious to it
until a tiny voice squeaked, "Mommy?"

Kagome's eyes fluttered open as she gaze through the dark hazed room at her
daughter. Lightning flickered fast revealing Kogata in her tiny white night
gown that matched Kagome's. Thunder roared right after the flash of light
shaking the earth subtly.

"Mommy " Kogata ran toward the bed at a fast run. She jumped upon it and hid
quickly under the quilt.

"Kogata dear, what is it?" Kagome asked softly.

"The rain is scary, Mama. Can I sleep with you?" Kogata asked, voice muffled
under the quilt.

Kagome smiled in the darkness. "Of course, dear." She hugged her small
daughter tightly. They had named her Kogata cause she was so tiny when she
was born, still was quite small for her age. As well as the fact that her
name sounded similar to Koga's.

Koga had absolutely doted on her which at first had killed Kagome as she
began fading into the back ground in her husband's eyes. But that wasn't
nearly as bad as when he practically ignored their son.

"He's a boy," Koga had once said when Kagome had angrily accused him of
neglecting his own son, "he doesn't need that kind attention that I give
Kogata." Oh but he was wrong. Gekitou had become mean and on more than one
occasion had gotten a whipping from his father for teasing his sister out of
what Kagome knew was jealousy. Kagome had intervened plenty of times
protecting her only son. And when Koga died a year and a half before in a
carriage accident it hit them all hard.
Kogata- daddy's little girl.
Gekitou- who will never have his father's acceptance and approval.
And Kagome- who lost the only love she's ever known.

Though Koga was often too stern, he had always been head of the household.
It had been a hard adjustment to be head of the house now and the only one
the children looked to for protection and care. The only way they were able
to survive financially was thanks to her grandfather's inheritance that had
been left to her the same year of her husband's death.

But she needed help with other things that a woman alone just could not see
to as a man could. Tending to the horses, driving the wagon into town all
alone for food and house supplies, chopping and gathering fire wood and not
to mention fixing things in, out and around of the house. Just all the
things she took for granted when Koga was alive. Kagome had been thinking as
of late that she should hire a working hand to help with all those things.
She wondered if she should go into town tomorrow and post a flyer requesting
a helper.

Kagome was finally close to sleep when she heard a distinct banging noise.
She lied unmoving and frightened, her heart racing. Another few bangs and
she knew it was coming from the front door.

Kagome crawled slowly over her sleeping daughter and grabbed her husband's
loaded shotgun from inside the bottom of his chest in the corner. She had
kept it since she was a widow living alone in the woods with two helpless
children. Though she hoped she never needed it . . . she hoped she still
wouldn't as she crept down the wooden steps in her long white night gown
with a shot gun in her shaking hands.

Kagome heard one hard thump against the door and wanted to run back up the
stairs. "Mom?" her nine year old boy's voice called down the stairs.

"Gekitou  Go into my room and stay with your sister " Kagome whispered
loudly.

"But-" he interjected.

"Go  Now  Do as you're told this minute young man. And don't come out no
matter what you hear " She whispered sternly. He walked out of sight rather
quickly hearing the seriousness in his mother's voice.

Kagome tip toed quickly to the door and listened. She heard nothing else.
Feeling brave for only a second she unlocked and swung the door open. She
pointed the rifle at whoever may be standing there. Her heart momentarily
slowed as she seen no one. But she let out a small shriek as she saw, most
likely, a man lying at her doorstep.

Kagome pointed the rifle at him. He appeared unconscious maybe even . . .
dead? Making a possible mistake that she was sure was as stupid as it was
insane, she squatted down to check his pulse. She could barley see more than
his silhouette it was so dark out. He had a pulse, slow but steady. But what
she noticed besides the fact that he was soaked with rain was that he was
also burning up. His skin was dangerously hot. Kagome stepped back. What
could she do? She couldn't leave him there, could she? It was far too late
and rainy to go into town to fetch the doctor or sheriff. But what to do
with him . . .?

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Inuyasha felt as if his body was on fire. His head was pounding and his
shoulder burned like the depths of hell. He pried his heavy lids open and
looked around. The small room was unfamiliar to him and he wondered where he
was. Flash backs came swiftly of being attacked and nearly defeated by
another demon. Another quick memory of pain, defeat on his part, than a half
delusional search for help came to him. Though he should have just lied in
the rain and allowed himself to die.

Where the hell was he . . . ? He was growing weak again. Something cool and
smooth was shoved to his lips.

"Drink," a soft but stern voice demanded.

He complied and swallowed the liquid fire that he recognized to be strong
whiskey. Nearly choking on it he pulled away.

"More," the female voice demanded. "I'm going to have to sew up that gash in
your arm. You're going to need this, trust me."

The glass again touched his lips and he drank it all this time with out a
struggle. It went down much smoother the second time and he was tempted to
ask for more. Blackness began to surround him again and he fought not to
give into it. He finally looked over to see the source of the lovely voice
and there stood the beautiful woman he had dreamed of many times before. He
had seen her in so many dreams of his and longed for a glimpse of her in
real life.

Just my luck, he thought, I'm dreaming. Either that or I'm dead. Looking up
into that pair of almond shaped brown eyes he smiled lopsidedly . . . "You
must be an angel," he muttered before surrendering to the blanket of
darkness.

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Kagome wanted to laugh at the man's delusional state and him calling her an
angel. She had dragged him through the house to the spare bedroom. She
thanked her lucky stars it was on the first floor. It would have taken a
miracle to get him up those stairs to the second floor. He was heavy, solid,
all man and hard flesh.

Kagome had pulled him into the bed and stripped him of his soaked clothes
trying not to blush over the site of another man's naked body. He was so
fit, smooth, and seemed full of strength. Kagome had covered him with a thin
blanket and fetched the whiskey. She came back and removed his hat to gasp
at the silver hair hiding beneath it. A demon. Kagome couldn't help but
reach out a tentative hand and gently rub the pair of dog like ears coming
from this demon's head. She pulled back quickly and wondered what possessed
her to do that. Had her own husband not been a demon than she would have
been more frightened in the presence of one.

Then she had seen the huge gash from his upper arm that went over his
shoulder and right upon the top of his chest. So she made him drink the
whiskey in hopes he'd stay knocked out for the part of her sewing his flesh
together. She had done if for Koga before, never anything this big, but
smaller cuts and gashes. Since he was a demon Kagome knew he'd heel quickly,
but she would mend him to be on the safe side. He was obviously week and
that would affect the healing process.

When this man had opened his eyes fully and looked at her Kagome's felt
oddly frightened. Not in the sense of scared for her life, but rather some
how scared in a way she wished to not explore. His eyes were the color of
the sun shining through honey colored stained glass. They seemed to radiate
the essence of his soul yet hide everything about him. Kagome ignored all
and insist he drink all he could of her husband's whiskey. Then he had
fallen back into unconsciousness calling her an angel . . . Kagome wondered
why it was that he had looked at her as though he found something he had
been looking for, recognized perhaps. She supposed it was only his delusions
and set to sewing.

He tossed and turned a little from the pain, but Kagome would make shushing
noises and talk sweetly to him as she would when her children were sick or
having nightmares. It seemed just as affective with him, Kagome thought with
a smile. This man was far too strong and big for her to handle if he started
physically fighting her and the pain she caused while sewing his flesh back
together.

Once she was done she sat down in the chair next to the bed and waited. She
kept putting cool clothes on his head and upper body to cool his fever. A
little after dawn, when the sun began to peek over the trees and mountains,
his body cooled miraculously. Kagome leaned back in relief and stared at
him. Would he wake soon? What was his story? Would he be a threat to her and
her children when he woke . . . ? did she make a mistake by trying to save
this stranger?

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A/N: so there's the first chappie of this story. Reviews would be greatly
appreciated. I'll update when I can. Thanx for readin'