InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Escape from the Pain ❯ This One Night ( Chapter 2 )

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This One Night

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She watched him from her porch, safely concealed in the shadows. One movement would set her automatic lights on, and she couldn't afford that. He struggled, she new. His strength was wavering, the smell of blood heavy in the air. If she ran to help him now he would push her away, he was too proud to accept any assistance. He could make it on his own. It was only a few more blocks. Blood flowed from his body in a steady rhythm, staining the snow-covered sidewalk crimson. it looked like a ribbon in the snow, red and shiny, winding down the path.

His silver hair billowed about him as a car raced by. His eyes were cloudy, she could see from where she stood he wouldn't last much longer, just then he fell, laying un his side in the middle of the walkway, even in exhaustion he would never fall on his face, that degrading position was reserved for his bother.

With swift, graceful movements she was at his side, pulling him up. He turned his head to her, catching the worry in her ruby eyes, but she hid it from him quickly, the irises becoming as cold and beautiful as the stones themselves. Pulling his right arm around her neck she grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up as much as she could, trying not to drag him too much. Golden light fell around them, illuminating the yard.

Through blurred eyes it looked like an illusion, some trick his mind had concocted to further torment him. Finally it registered, he was being carried! He tried futilely to push the person away; he didn't need anyone to carry him. These minor injuries were nothing to fret over; he could go on for miles! He continued with is pathetic shoves, trying, with little effect, to release himself from the person, he struggled to get his feat right. He could walk! He could!

She would have chuckled if she wasn't so worried. Even though he had collapsed, he refused to accept that he was weakened, but that's what she loved about him. He refused to give up, to be reduced to a pathetic injured youkai. Opening the door she brought him into her home, the warmth of the fireplace was like a gift, chasing away the bitter cold that gripped them. She loved this house, so warm and inviting. The only truly wonderful thing her father had ever given her.

Softly she lay him down on her couch, reaching over to the small table to the side. She had waited. Watched and waited. She new this day would come and had prepared. Finally she would meet her crush, help him. Be the one to tend his injuries. She never approached him, no; he would not spare her a second glance. He had no need of the worthless emotion that is love. Still, she waited. Knowing that one day he would be too injured to reach his home, where his brother sat waiting and worrying over weather his last claim to family would return alive or not. She had dreaded this day as well, never wanting to believe anything could harm him, nothing could beat him, but still she waited for this day. Now it was hear, and she new exactly what to do.

He opened his eyes, watching the woman who hurried to bandage his wounds. Her long dark hair tugged at its restraints, small strands falling from her bun to curl down her back. He let out a small gasp as she ripped his shirt, glistening silver buttons flying passed her. He wanted to push her away, he didn't need her help, the wounds would heal on their own, they always did. “Get away from me” he growled, but it came out as a soft moan. One more blow to his pride.

He recognized the woman now; she lived only a few streets down from his bother's home. He wasn't that far away, he could make it on his own. He tried to push her away, to get up and leave. It was so simple; he had done it millions of times. Just get up and walk out. But his body didn't respond. Every limb now weighed far more than the used to, like gravity had increased around him alone.

After a few more struggling attempts he went limp beneath her hands, resignation seeping through him. He was helpless, and to this woman of all creatures. He watched her, the only thing he could do now, and even that was becoming more than he could do, the once powerful demon lord lying motionless, unable to even keep his eyes open.

She gave him a soft smile as he forced his eyes open once again, the bleeding had stopped and the wounds would be gone by morning. Hopefully no hostile demon would pick up on the scent of his blood and attack. She could probably handle it, but she hated the thought of her beautiful hand carved door being broken down.

`Still,' she thought. `It's worth it….for this short time.' She lay her head down on her hands, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. In the morning he would be gone, before or after she woke up would be up to him. She didn't expect him to stay and thank her, she more expected him to hate her. She had seen him in a weekend state, had overpowered him while he lay helpless. That was unacceptable. She watched his eyes close and not open again, his body motionless, his bloodstained shirt lying at her side.

His brother would be worried no doubt, probably tracking him to her door. Would Inuyasha find her here beside his brother, or would Sesshoumaru already be gone? Kagura sighed. She didn't need to worry; because she loved him… she had this one night in his presence. He would not look past her now, weather he hated her or not, she didn't care...

She fell into sleep, a clawed hand gently pulling a strand of hair away from her face.