InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Facets of the Living Jewel ❯ Fons, fons, fons ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the other characters. Ms. Takahashi does.

 

 

Fons, fons, fons
by Licentia poetica

 

Inuyasha and Kagome were used to traveling through the well but Miroku and Sango were not. Sango screamed at the sudden sense of weightlessness and void before closing her mouth and blushing at her over-reaction.

 

Miroku gave a startled shout and gripped his cursed hand. `What is this odd feeling? It's as if my Wind Tunnel is echoing the pulses of energy.' He stared intently at the coruscating blue power of the time transfer.

 

The real problem came at the end of the trip. The well was not built to hold people, much less four people at one time! Inuyasha found himself pressed flat against the wall with Kagome jammed against his right side. Sango was smashed face first into his suikan, while Miroku was twisted sideways, his back to Sango and his left elbow jutting into Inuyasha's stomach as their shoulders competed for the space above the women's heads.

 

“Ow!” wailed Kagome. Unfortunately for her, the Tessaiga was not as yielding as Inuyasha's body.

 

“Hentai monk, that better not be your hand,” Sango growled in a muffled complaint.

 

`Shit, it's mine!' Inuyasha tried to move his hand away from her smooth curves but froze when both Miroku and Sango made embarrassed noises and he felt strong muscles contract on both sides of his fingers.

 

Miroku cleared his throat and said wryly to the wall of the well “I assure you, lovely Sango, it isn't me.” The tone of his voice changed as he asked “Are we on Kagome's side of the well? That was an amazing trip! The energy of the time warp reminded—”

 

“Ow!” Kagome hissed in pain, abruptly cutting off his excited outburst. The hilt of Tessaiga was jammed into her left rib cage and it was getting hard and painful to breathe. “Please, the Tessaiga is hurting me. Can we try to move?”

 

“Kagome, how do you usually get free of the well?” Sango asked in a stifled voice.

 

“I climb out on the ladder behind me,” she painfully replied, “but I don't think I can do it when we're all jammed in here like this…ow!” The pain was growing more intense. `I feel like my ribs are being bent back into my chest!'

 

Miroku tried to look around to see how to escape their predicament. He succeeded in bashing the back of his head into Inuyasha's nose.

 

“Ow, baka monk! Hold still!” Inuyasha snarled. `Kagome's hurt. Her face is twisted with pain.' He tried to move his right arm but realized he would only press her farther into the rocky wall or twist her into the Tessaiga's tsuka. “Climb up on me, Kagome. If I move I might hurt you with the Tessaiga.”

 

Kagome tried to move but she was pinned to the wall by the Tessaiga. “I can't! It won't work!”

 

Miroku began to shift but as he tried to pull forward to give Kagome some room he felt the beads of his rosary grind against the rock of the well. `If the beads break…!' He pushed his hand against his body to ease the pressure from the stone wall. “I don't think I can move, either.”

 

Sango wiggled against Inuyasha before muttering “I can't move my legs to climb. There's no room!”

 

Inuyasha grunted. `The only solution is to lift Sango, but that means using my hand and it's on the place Miroku usually gropes.' He gave a sigh of irritation and warned “Sango, I'm gonna lift you. Once your legs are free climb up on me and…don't get mad, I'm not a pervert like the monk!”

 

“I am not a pervert,” Miroku stated emphatically.

 

“Keh.” Carefully holding the rest of his body still to prevent further injury to Kagome, Inuyasha cupped his hand around Sango's rear end.

 

She made a small, smothered sound of protest into his chest.

 

“Sango, I don't have any choice!” Taking the brunt of the pressure from the rock walls on his own arm, he succeeded in pulling her up. Her face, eyes closed and flushed with embarrassment, came close to his. “Sango….”

 

She half-opened one eye, then wryly smiled at him as she saw the red glow on his self-conscious features. “It's all right, Inuyasha. I think this is the only way to get us out of here.” She wormed one hand free of the press of bodies and placed it on his shoulder, pushing down on him to help move her upwards.

 

As her hips reached his shoulders, he flipped his hand and lifted her like a torch; the pressure on his left side eased and he twisted away from Kagome. The Tessaiga's saya scraped the rock wall behind him, but, with the added space, he was able to use his right hand to push it to a more vertical position and free Kagome.

 

“Oooh. Thank you,” she sighed in relief.

 

Inuyasha growled, the sound filling the well. `I want Sango off of my hand!' At Miroku's soft chuckle he snarled “Can you climb up from there, Sango? Or should I toss you?”

 

Sango looked around in the dim light and found the small ladder on one side of the well. “I can climb. I found the ladder.” She immediately began to clamber up the side of the well.

 

Kagome, closest to the ladder at the bottom, tried to turn around to climb it normally but couldn't manage in the crowded space. `Oh well.' She began to climb up backwards, hanging awkwardly from the supports behind her and wincing slightly as her bruised ribs protested against the position.

 

Her face passed scant inches in front of Inuyasha's. `She's gotta be bruised. Her scent is still laced with pain.'

 

Kagome smiled tenderly at Inuyasha. `His eyes are so expressive and he's worried.' On impulse she kissed him on the cheek. His eyes widened and a faint blush spread across his nose and cheeks. Still smiling, she looked up and continued on her way.

 

Unfortunately for an already flustered Inuyasha, the next objects passing by his face were Kagome's rounded, firm breasts, jutting out into the space between them as she maneuvered up the ladder. `Gods.' He shut his eyes but her fragrance in the enclosed space was overwhelming. “Kagome, hurry up!” He swallowed hard as one breast brushed against the side of his face as she passed and his body reacted. `Thank the gods Shippo isn't here to catch my scent.'

 

As soon as she could, Kagome turned around and began to climb normally. As her skirt bunched around her thighs she blushed. `That's what I get for wearing a stupid skirt. Never again!' “Don't look up!” she warned the men below her.

 

She grinned as she heard Inuyasha growl “Keep your head down, monk, or I'll make sure you can't look.”

 

As she clambered over the top rung she called “You can come up now!”

 

Miroku turned around and gave Inuyasha a speaking glare, then began to climb the ladder. When he was clear of the well, Inuyasha leaped out.

 

They looked at each other, concern on their faces.

 

Miroku glanced at the inner walls of the shrine, listening to the unfamiliar sounds coming from the outside. `Why were we all able to come across? I've always been curious about Kagome's time but why were we allowed through by the power that controls the well?” He finished his perusal of the building and turned back to the group. `Should I tell them about the echo in the Wind Tunnel? Perhaps I should wait until I understand it myself.' He finally spoke, breaking the silent tension of the group. “How is it that we all came together? We've never been able to come through before.”

 

Kagome answered in a worried tone. “I don't know, Miroku. I just hope we can all go back. We didn't even jump down the well! It was as if it…just…grabbed us.” She winced and rubbed her sore ribs.

 

Inuyasha folded his arms, suppressing a growl as his protective instincts escalated with her motions. `Kagome's been hurt.' He began herding them toward the door. “Let's get you in the house and see if you're hurt, Kagome. We'll worry about the other stuff later.”

 

As they slid the door open and walked outside, Sango and Miroku gasped. In spite of all of Kagome's stories, the sights of modern Tokyo were beyond their imaginations. The forest was gone, replaced by building after huge building. The constant hum of noise in the background was a poor substitute for birdcalls and even the quality of the sunlight was different. Sango swallowed hard, her eyes wide.

 

Kagome led them to her home, blowing out a worried breath through pursed lips. `How am I going to explain this to Mama? Well, she's always been so calm about the Sengoku Jidai she'll probably take this in stride, too.' A rush of gratitude and love came over Kagome as she thought about her mother. `She has always allowed me the freedom to make my own decisions and she's always been there when I needed her. I'm so lucky to have her.'

 

Entering the doorway she called “Hey, everyone, I'm home!”

 

There was no answering reply, but Inuyasha's ears perked and he sniffed the air appreciatively.

 

Mrs. Higurashi appeared in the entrance to the dining area, a gracious smile on her face. She was carrying a tray with four glasses of lemonade and four bowls of ramen.

 

“Hello. It's nice to finally meet you, Sango and Miroku. I've been expecting you.”

 

`What? She's been expecting…them?' Kagome stared at her mother in shock.

 

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Translation: Fons, fons, fons: Fons is Latin for a fountain or spring of fresh water; it also translates to source or origin. Although it isn't exact, the translation could be essentially, “Well, well, well.”

 

Thank you RPW!