InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Falling for the Enemy. ❯ Unfolding Fates ( Chapter 5 )

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“Falling for the Enemy”


Chapter 5: “Unfolding Fates.”


By: Kinoko


Disclaimer: I don’t own InuYasha, I do however own the plot and any strange characters that pop in and out of my story, so if the name isn’t on the anime, it’s mine!



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“M-m-m...” Kagome murmured as she stirred against the plush down filled black silk pillow that currently cradled her entire sore tender form. Peeking from behind her thick ebony fringe of eyelashes, the lovely half clothed miko squinted her surroundings into focus. A soft caress of heat stroked her exposed back, the sun gently arousing her to turn to face his beautiful brilliance through which he shined behind half closed blinds. It was inevitably morning... the day that she would inevitably meet the death-maiden face to face unless some miracle happened, yet sun still smiled upon her as if it were any other new wonderful morning. It saddened her. It saddened her that the sun would still shine without her; it saddened her that he wouldn’t sympathize with her or the situation she was in.



Crawling off of the oversized pillow and on to the polished hard wood flooring, Kagome raised the thick wooden blinds that were in place instead of a wall in order to meet the sun without any hindrance. She sat there for the longest time, the gentle early breeze sending her raven colored locks of hair to float surreally around her half nude body, the thin plush white sheets barely hanging on to her soft feminine hips, sent to pool around her creamy legs as she relished, studied, and memorized the last morning she would ever witness, and it unashamedly preformed for her in all of it’s uninhibited glory.




The birds sang in an exceptional manner, sweet in tone and constant in melody of their individual songs, bringing them all together in a rare, before unnoticed, perfect harmony. The freshwater brook that fed into the hot springs not to far away laughed and giggled in delight of the morning’s show, a little bunny oblivious of it’s laughter as it drank of it’s chilly merry depths. The grass swayed with the breeze while stray cherry blossom petals danced with the wind, caressing the deep green colored blades of grass. All of this impeccable early morning grandeur and the sun simply smiled in contentment at all he saw, all was as it should be—everything except her.




With a sigh she lowered her eye sight from the beauty before her, her downcast eyes staring at her ivory hands that rested in her lap. Traitorous hands... the same ones that caressed and pleased the evil half demon who’s room she currently occupied... the same hands that at one time she would use to bring comfort little Shippo, to show affection to InuYasha by holding his clawed hand within her own, to hug Sango, the girl whom was more like a sister rather than a friend, and these were the hands that would extinguish evil, not please it.




Did this make her evil too? That she would use her hands to do such noble things and then turn around to use them to bring edification to the most evil demon she had ever encountered. Certainly her priestess power and purity must have been tinged by the impurities of her detestable actions, there was no way she could still be one of the good guys now that she had chosen this road... and God himself knew that she simply couldn’t kill good people, so maybe it was for the best that she would die. Kikyo could always guard the jewel for her when she passed, all was not lost... simply her existence.




Snapping out of her thoughtful stillness, Kagome turned her sight upon the last meal she would ever savor which was placed near the cushion she had slept on. It consisted of a large variety of freshly cut fruit that sat piled neatly upon a sliver platter. She stood with swan like grace, the thin plush sheet caressing her legs as it cascaded down her body to gather around her feet. Kagome eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, nearly moving her to tears when she realized that she would no longer feel anything once she were dead. How could it simply end in this manner? With quiet resignation she walked back to the oversized silky black cushion, lazily stretching her beautiful pale body to lounge upon it’s plushness as she brought a sweet slice of melon to her lips, it’s natural juice coating her lips as she bit into it’s compliant honey like self. Delicious.





After she was filled with all of the fruit she could possibly eat, she stepped out of the room through the raised blinds, no longer caring of her modesty, she walked to where she knew the hot springs would be waiting for her, the kimono she thought as her favorite neatly draped over the crook of her arm as she walked slowly through the dewy grass path through the gardens placed between her and the bath house. It felt liberating to be in the nude outside, the sun touching every inch of her wonderfully soft skin as she leisurely made her way through the garden, pausing to smell the flowers for the last time, picking the most colorful for the last time, she took them with her to the hot spring just ahead.




This was stupid, she was Kagome for crying out loud! She never went down without a good fight, she was a fighter! Not some scared little girl... hell, if she had the resolve to sleep with the most vile demon in the world, she could certainly muster up the courage to at least try and think of a way out of her death sentence, and execute it professionally using her will to live to fuel her every thought and action. Yes, fear consumed every fiber of her being, but it wouldn’t be the first time she had to put her feelings aside in order to get things done, this was just like all of the other times....




Except....




What would she do after she escaped? Could she go back to her shard hunting life with InuYasha, knowing that she betrayed him with their worst enemy? What if Naraku found her again and told InuYasha of how she begged him and moaned his name in the most intimate of ways? Dear God.... what would they do to her?



Kagome scrubbed her skin harshly, her fury feeding her rough actions until she was pink all over, the smell of jasmine, vanilla, and cherry blossoms perforated her skin and hair with it’s pleasant aroma, deeming her completely rid of that evil half demon’s scent. If she was going to die, she would do it being clean and free of his smell on her, and if she were to escape, then she definitely didn’t want any lingering memory of his touch upon her body. After rinsing her body and hair free of the soap suds that clung comfortingly to her, she soaked in the hot water for a while longer, meanwhile weaving the flowers she had picked into her hair. She had not done this in a long time, and it made her feel warm to imagine her mother weaving flowers into her hair when she was much younger...





And one day she would be weaving flowers in her own daughter’s hair, no one, not even Naraku would steal that away from her.





With renewed strength and passion, Kagome dressed into a breathtaking indigo silk kimono that smelled of sunshine and jasmine, nothing like the demon who had it ordered special for her. With a smile she wrapped the light blue obi around her small waist, complementing the dark kimono which held silver embroidery which pictured an elaborate garden along the hem of the garment. No matter what took place today, she would do so looking good on the outside in an attempt to hide how awful she felt on the inside. Not bothering to remove the flowers from her hair, she walked through the garden and sat upon a stone bench that over looked the brook where colorful koi fish swam, delighted with the cool early spring morning.





“I’m sorry for everything I’ve done wrong, nothing InuYasha did should have driven me to commit such a terrible thing, it’s my fault that things are this way... but please, please, give me another chance, I don’t want to die even though that’s the fate I deserve. If you allow me to live past this and escape from this place, I will do everything you ask of me and make the best of any situation you put me in.” Kagome whispered through pink lips, emotion laced within her every word as she poured out her heart to God, if he was listening, hopefully He would take pity upon her wretched soul.




~*~





“You must pledge your allegiance to this Sesshomaru.” The Lord of the West commanded in his steel edged like voice, disregarding any tone that suggested free will on InuYasha’s behalf.




“Why the hell would I do that?” InuYasha growled irritably while their caravan followed towards Naraku’s castle. He defiantly wasn’t in a good mood since being in the company of his pain in the ass older brother, but for the sake of finding Kagome, he was willing to put up with the bastard a while longer without shoving Tetsuiga up his pompous aristocratic ass.




“If you fail to affiliate yourself with one of the Lords of the land, little brother, then you are open for attack from any end, in addition, the Lords are weary of you because you are free from any name that signifies that you are fighting against Naraku. It is assumed that you may decide to side with the enemy, pitting you against the Lord’s temporary alliance that was forged against the evil half demon. You were taught of how austere youkai laws are, surely you remember.”




“Fucking youkai laws, how the hell can I forget. It was one of the stupid reasons you threw me out when I was still a damn pup.” InuYasha spat in a low tone, bringing forth a raised eyebrow from his older brother before he added, “Fine, I pledge my allegiance to the house of the fucking Western lands.”




“Your allegiance is accepted, granting you a place in the house of the West as my half brother, do you accept the responsibilities as such?”





“Hell no. I’m just saying that I’m on your fucking side, I ain’t going to follow your every damn whim Sesshomaru, I ain’t that stupid.”




Sesshomaru smirked at his brother’s sense to deny his responsibilities, apparently he knew more of the restraining youkai laws than he had originally given him credit for, so he responded with a simple, yet eloquent of his character, “Indeed.”




The traveling group had grown from the usual half demon, monk, and demon exterminator to add the demon Lord of the West, Sesshomaru, the Lady and Lord that ruled in the Southern and Northern Lands, and the lowing pack animal otherwise known as Ah-Un. All of them had a common denominator against Naraku, so they traveled together, heading towards the castle that held their worst enemy and hopefully a live Kagome. Shippo had remained in the western castle along with Rin and Jakken who would have most likely gotten hurt if something did not go as planned. It was an uneventful trip, and when the group caught sight of the large castle surrounded in miasma, it was the nipping cold tone of the Lord of the West that cut through the hearts of those around in order to bring their attention to his strict instructions.




“InuYasha, you and your group will wait half a mile down wind from the castle, the Lords and I will meet Naraku while you stay hidden, if we succeed to lure Naraku out, you will assist us, if not, then simply stay put.” Sesshomaru commanded in chilly precision as he and the other three Lords prepared to approach the foreboding castle, Ah-Un following close behind with heavy numerous scrolls of youkai law strapped onto his traveling pack.







~*~






“Master Naraku?” Kanna carefully asked in her usual unemotional drawl, peeking into the curtained room that was darkened completely by miasma that seemed to billow like smoke around her as she opened the heavy curtain slowly.




“Put them in the dining hall overlooking the gardens, make sure to keep the screen open so that they can enjoy the morning’s glory.” Naraku stated in a tone that surely would have made a flower wilt into a brown lifeless twig with the amount of malice laced within the harmless worded statement, a moment later he added, “Stay with the priestess once you’ve finished.”




With a wordless nod of her snow-white head, she left to do her duties, but not before passing her older sister within an unlit hallway. “He will not succeed in killing the miko, will he Kanna?” She asked in a quite tone, her fan shielding her nose and lips so as to cover her voice from being heard by Naraku.




With a blank look Kanna met her sister’s crimson gaze and answered in an eerie tone, “I doubt he would allow her to die.”







~*~



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“A pleasure to see you again Lord Sesshomaru.” Naraku nearly purred in a sensuous baritone that curled to tickle the pointed ears of the youkai Lords and Lady present. The males that were allied against Naraku were more than disgusted by his presence, evident by their unease that was shielded by vacant looks of carelessness while the Lady hid her inner turmoil with a pleasant smile.




“Please, take a seat and make yourselves at home.” The evil hanyou welcomed in a deceivingly kind tone that they all inwardly cringed at, Lord Sesshomaru being the exception, of course.




Silk ruffled as the youkai elite sat on the plush large pillows surrounding the long low table, the Lord of the North and of the West on either side of Naraku while Koga, Prince of the East, and the Lady of the South, Murasaki, sat on either side of Sesshomaru and Doeske.





“We will not delay this meeting more than necessary Naraku, there are more pressing matters to attend to.” The stoic Lord of the West said in a tone that left a glare within Naraku’s crimson gaze. How dare he suggest that there were more important things to get around to than his coming into power as the future Lord of the South. What else could be more pressing? He was a threat, and it was time that everyone, especially Lord Sesshomaru, learned to respect him as an equal.





Clearing his throat as he unrolled the first scroll to be read, Lord Doeske started to read in a clear crisp tenor voice, which brought the official meeting to order. Meanwhile the lady of the South took minutes of the meeting with her beautiful calligraphy, the Prince of Wolves, on the other hand, took the position of intimidating both Kagura and Naraku with the most evil glare he could muster.





~*~






“I hope everything is going alright in there.” Sango stated as she sharpened her sword with a sharpening stone, her eyes straying from her task to settle on InuYasha and Miroku, who was currently attempting to meditate.





“Yes, and we mustn’t forget of lady Kagome; hopefully Lord Sesshomaru and the others are able to rescue her from Naraku’s castle.” The monk stated in hope, his eyes opening from his attempt of meditation to land on the irritated hanyou.





“Keh, that bastard will pay for taking away my Kagome. Sesshomaru better not mess anything up, or else I’ll have his stuck up ass too.” InuYasha threatened as he angrily crossed his arms in front of him.





Wait a minute….





Did I just smell?





Taking a few more tentative sniffs at the air InuYasha confirmed his suspicion and bounded off towards the scent he had caught, Sango and Miroku close behind as they chased the fast hanyou towards wherever he seemed to be going. It seemed to both humans that there was a certain desperation and urgency in every leap and bound their hanyou friend took, could it be Kagome?




~*~



‘How I will miss doing this.’ Naraku thought as he ran his hands through Kagome’s soft ebony waves of hair, gently caressing the lovely priestess’s tender pouting lips with his own. They had abandoned their clothing long ago, decorating the forest floor and bushes in it’s vast array of color strewn in a haphazard manner that suggested a struggle to remove them as quickly as possible.




It was impossibly hot, and the temperature kept ascending between the polar opposite lovers, and they didn’t bother to hide their loud gasps and pants for air as the passionate fire between them kept growing with every touch of their gleaming naked bodies, every open mouthed kiss, and every fervid grinding motion of their lower anatomy. A lover’s ballad soon began to rise in it’s distinguished crescendo from the two when Naraku lowered his head to pay homage to Kagome’s young breasts– the right sensuously fondled by his hand in erratic patterns while his mouth nipped, licked, and flicked the other. While this continued, Kagome squirmed against her dark lover and the thick grass against her back, one knee in the air near his waist while the other leg was hooked against Naraku’s broad shoulder, effectively positioning her to his thick rock hard member that rubbed teasingly against her wet feminine folds. Such sweet torture.



Naraku played Kagome, the young priestess, like an instrument– he knew exactly how and when to pluck the strings of her passion in order to get the desired sound to pour out of her in the most exquisite manner. Beneath his large muscular chiseled body, Kagome trembled against him, her need for him escalating dramatically in response to his teasing when he brought a finger to delicately rub her pearl of pleasure while his manhood poked and rubbed her overflowing entrance, though he still refrained from entering her.



“Please!” Kagome cried impatiently, her nails digging into the hard expanse of Naraku’s back. His raven black hair fell to the side in a swift motion from her action since it was bound together at the base of his neck, the soft tips of his long locks tickling her as it brushed against her sensitized skin, and goose bumps appeared upon her porcelain like skin almost immediately in response. It was too much for the both of them, Kagome as the receiver of such teasing, and Naraku for giving such temptation without giving into the cries of his parched desire.




“Please?” Naraku teased a bit more, his desire thick within his baritone voice, his hot breath blowing against Kagome’s sensitive breast, her nipples hardening even more at the sensation. How could she be here again? After she had decided to try and do the right thing? The voice of reason was quickly squashed as she squirmed against his hard manhood again, it’s hardness rubbing against her clit once more which pushed her to be more specific in her plea.



“I need.... I need you... in me.” She gasped in between words as Naraku continued to kiss, nip, and press against her, bringing her higher into the realm of carnal wonton pleasure.




He appeased her request with an eager thrust within her slick folds, a growl erupting from him as she moaned loudly at his intrusion, her hips quick to fall into the tempo he set.




In, out, in, out, in, gasp, moan, growl, in, out, in, out, scratch, bite, gasp, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, groan, out, in, scream, out, in. The sounds grew heavier, more with every stroke of Naraku’s hard shaft within Kagome’s sweet tightness. Their music filled the forest, falling in beat with the rustle of the wind within the trees, the beat of the wings of birds, the faint yet persistent foot falls of the animals within the forest that grew louder despite the maximum volume that both lover’s shared.




Kagome trembled, she could feel that she was upon the brink of an impending orgasm that grew and grew, but didn’t wash over her despite the fast thrusts of her demon lover. Beads of sweat gathered and ran down her thin lithe body as she ran her nails down Naraku’s expansive muscled back, becoming vocal in her request as he kept a consistent speed, “Faster, oh please, I’m so close!” Kagome nearly yelled as she threw her head back, her onyx hair flying as she tossed her head, her hips stilled as she couldn’t keep up with her lover’s new demonically fast pace.




This was how he found them, and he was glued to his place in disbelief as he watched his precious Kagome beg Naraku to pleasure her further. That was supposed to be him, not Naraku! It was his job to take Kagome’s innocence, she was HIS dammit! How could she allow that fucking low life bastard take her!?




‘Because you were too busy screwing around with the dead one.’ InuYasha’s mind quipped, making his usually golden eyes tinge in red. ‘While Kagome’s body called out for you to make her a woman, you turned around and went to Kikyo because you were afraid of rejection. Now she’s here getting what she needed from Naraku because you were too scared to take care of it yourself, idiot.’ His mind berated further, his blood beast breaking out of it’s iron cage despite Tetsuiga’s close proximity.




All of those soft innocent touches Kagome had graced him with... from the first time she played with his fluffy white puppy ears, to the time she stroked his hair and shoulders while she rode on his back piggy back style. There was love in her touch, no mistake about it, and he never took advantage of it, he took it all for granted, and now she was in the arms of his worst enemy: Naraku.



“Ah! Naraku! Ah!” Kagome nearly squeaked as her orgasm began to hit, bringing InuYasha’s blood beast to full attention. ‘And now she screams that bastard’s name instead of my own’ InuYasha’s internal beast growled within his mind, at last making his presence known with a audible growl that made the forest tremble from it’s deep vibrations.



Before either lover could react, InuYasha disappeared and reappeared directly before them, his claws descending upon Naraku at an alarming rate.



Blood rained freely now, staining his hands and pristine white hair. The world seemed to stop as everything paused, all sound ceased, and the coppery smell of blood flooded around them, curling to tickle their nostrils.



Twin gasps erupted from Sango and Miroku, and they echoed within this still world, however they went unnoticed by him, he was captured within the prison of Kagome’s beautiful orgasmic bliss, her stormy eyes hypnotizing his golden ones with the amount of passion, desire, and love that shook him down to his toes.




‘Savor it, memorize it. She’ll never look at you like that again.’ InuYasha’s mind said solemnly, his world moving in slow motion as he tore his eyes away from her beautiful flushed face to see why his hands were so warm.




“Oh God no.” InuYasha whispered in horror, his hands trembling within Kagome’s innards; his demonic beast completely gone in realization of what he had done. ‘Not again. Not this, God no.’ He thought in desperation, tears quickly forming within his expressive golden eyes.



Time continued then, the rest of her blood landing on and around him and her, meanwhile Naraku dissipated in a cloud of nothingness, a lingering chuckle stinging everyone’s hearing.




Sango attempted to stifle the wail that broke out behind her hands, it was too much shock, too much pain, too much sorrow she realized as she shook from the force of her emotions, her eyes fixed upon the scene before her. Miroku reacted in response to her, pushing aside his own reaction in order to pull Sango into his arms, pushing her face into his shoulder in a gentle manner so that her eyes wouldn’t linger more than necessary upon the horrific display before them.



“I pretended it was you.” Kagome barely managed to whisper, a pale cold hand boldly brushing against her beloved hanyou friend’s arm, despite her seconds shy from death.




“It was all for you... InuYasha... I love you.” She added in a tiny voice, unclasping her left hand to reveal a larger portion of the Shikon no Tama than what he last remembered.




‘She gave herself to Naraku in exchange for our lives and his share of jewel shards, all because she loved us all, including my worthless hanyou ass, and I repay her by killing her. God I don’t deserve to live.



“God, I’m so sorry Kagome. I’m so stupid,” InuYasha breathed desperately between his sobs and tears, “I’ll never forgive myself.” He held her in his arms that trembled in fear, nervousness, and pain that pierced him to his very soul.




“Do you love me too?” Kagome asked, her voice lower than a whisper as she closed her eyes, a blush coloring her deathly pale face, though it drained away to leave her looking paste like shade of gray, her last breath rushing out of her in a gentle torrent.




He started to cry then, his tears breaking forth from their golden confinement to flood down his face.




“Kagome?” InuYasha asked in disbelief, and when there was no answer, he asked again, desperation clear in his brash tone, “Kagome, Kagome, please talk to me, please don’t leave me, God, yes I do love you, do you hear me? KAGOME! I DO LOVE YOU!”



He started to yell at the top of his lungs, rising to his feet, taking her limp body with him as he bounded through the forest at lightning speed.




“I’ve loved you since the day you placed this damn necklace on me. My love grew with every passing moment, with every bright Kagome smile you sent my way, with every gentle touch, with every heated argument, with every sit command, I loved you more and more.” InuYasha began to sob violently, her blood soaking him to the bone, his attire didn’t float in the wind anymore, it flopped, and it made him cry harder.



His pain was a tangible thing, it was visible through his tears, through the sob that would escape his chest, everything about him looked broken and tattered beyond repair, and Naraku savored every moment of his misery through Kanna’s enchanted mirror.




~*~




Sesshomaru stood soundlessly, his face holding a sharp glare that withered away Naraku’s previous cockiness, his previous sentence swallowed back in fear of the Lord of the West’s abrupt action.




Within the blink of an eye Sesshomaru drew his sword and brought it down against Naraku, slicing delicately and precisely through him in a quick motion that everyone missed until miasma began to flood from the corpse, an obvious puppet.




“This Sesshomaru has no patience for substitutions Naraku.” The Western Lord growled, motioning for the others to escape the castle as he turned his attention to Kagura. She intelligently side stepped away from the door, allowing the formidable demon Lord to pass without any hindrance from her part.




He followed his senses that lead to the real Naraku, not hesitating when he blew down the rice paper door that separated him from his pray with nothing but his demonic aura.





“Tisk, Tisk, it’s bad manners to not knock Lord Sesshomaru.” Naraku sighed with a disapproving nod of his head.




“Hn.” Sesshomaru responded, sword ready to kill the illicit hanyou before him, but in realization of who else was in the room, he paused his actions and opted to act with diplomacy.




“I know you’re intentions are to kill me Sesshomaru, but I can make you a generous offer that you may want to consider before you take my life. You see, I have the young priestess that can sense the jewel shards in my possession.” Naraku stated calmly as he folded his hands beneath his baboon pelt.




“She doesn’t concern me. Allow me to make you a deal. This Sesshomaru will kill you now and leave her for InuYasha to handle later.”




“I thought you would prefer your own terms, however, I prepared for that. There is a deadly poison flowing within her veins as we speak, if you leave her with InuYasha, no human medicine will save her, and she will die a slow horrific death. A different poison mixed with a spell is within reach of your lovely young ward as well, and all I need to do is send message to infect her with it, only she will not recover from it. It works in a few hours, and ties her next life as a miserable creature.”




“I see. What are your terms?” Sesshomaru relented, though he didn’t sheathe the demonic blade in his possession.




“I keep my life, you keep your ward, and the priestess.”





“What of the jewel?”




“It is in your brother’s possession as we speak.”



“Why not kill her?”




“You’ll find out once you take her.”




“Hn. Agreed.” Sesshomaru approached the sleeping girl’s still body, and smelled a hint of her heavenly scent, not one trace of Naraku’s stench on her. He bent down to gather her within his arm, adjusting her accordingly upon his un armored shoulder. He then turned to leave, but added a burning threat before leaving, “Next time we meet, I will not be so generous, and I will kill you Naraku.” He then gracefully left and leaped into the air, flying towards his western domain.



Half an hour later InuYasha smashed head first into the same room that his brother and the real Kagome had just been, however their scents were masked by Naraku’s heavy thick miasma, and he was left without any hope of discovering the truth.




“WHERE THE HELL IS SESSHOMARU?!” InuYasha said enraged, his eyes bleeding red into his golden irises.



“You have more pressing things to think about than asking your brother to revive the girl you killed, like how you’re going to survive this!” Naraku said, attacking InuYasha head on, though he was able to dodge the attack because of his fury, however, his arms felt very light for some reason.




It was then that he realized that Naraku had taken Kagome’s body into his arms, and this further fueled InuYasha’s rage against the evil hanyou. “You fucking bastard! First you turn me against Kikyo, and now you made me kill her again, only this time I killed Kagome, the woman I loved! I swear you will pay Naraku!” InuYasha cursed, as he pulled out Tetsuiga and launched a massive wind scar attack against the vile half demon.




The castle was completely destroyed, all that was left was smoking rubble and Naraku’s lingering evil laugh. “Not only do you kill the woman you loved, but you missed me and desecrated her body. You amuse me too much InuYasha, but I must be going, I wouldn’t want your misfortune to rub off on me.” Naraku taunted before fleeing away to nurse the wound he had received but effectively hidden from InuYasha’s sense of smell and piercing gaze.




InuYasha’s fists shook with violent fury. His demonic blood boiled within his veins and he could feel the familiar burn of his beast clawing to be freed from it’s iron cast cage. God, why did this have to happen?




“InuYasha?” A gentle somewhat emotionless voice questioned, a cold hand pressing against his blood soaked shoulder, a familiar dirt and clay scent brushing his nose as a soul stealer flew past his clouded vision.




“Get the hell away from me Kikyo, I just might kill you too.” InuYasha anamalistically growled, barring his elongated fangs in warning.




“You can’t kill someone who is already dead.” She calmly whispered, wanting to comfort him in his time of need.... the land of Edo didn’t need another insane demon or half demon on the loose, and InuYasha seemed to be teetering on the edge of insanity from the emotional distress that he displayed.




“So what? You want to take me to hell now that Kagome is out of the picture? I just might take you up on that offer, I don’t deserve to live.” InuYasha confessed in a bitter tone, his hands covered in fresh blood from making such a hard fist that his claws were currently embedded within his palms.



“No.”




“ So what the hell do you want!?” InuYasha asked, burning her with a harsh glare that spoke of the irritation her presence caused him.


“I will take on Kagome’s duty to protect and collect the jewel.”



“You must think I’m stupid. I’m not going to let none of Naraku’s bitches get the jewel, not even you... yeah, don’t think I’ve forgotten of all of those shards you just handed over to him.” He said with a bit of a maniacal chuckle that made Kikyo step back from her once beloved hanyou.



“I told you why I did that. Don’t you trust me?”



“Leave me the hell alone Kikyo. You’re supposed to be dead, but here you are. Kagome is supposed to be alive, but she’s dead. Do me a favor and don’t ever cross paths with me until Kagome comes back, which means never.”




~*~




“Th at’s the last I saw of him.” Kikyo recalled when speaking to Miroku, Sango, and Kaede, a week since the incident.



“Lets hope that our friend is doing alright, it’s all we can do.” Miroku soothed, running a hand up and down Sango’s back, though he made sure to say away from touching any area that would insure a slap from her.





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A/N: I started the summer semester, so that means that I’m swamped with work, but I managed this chapter, I hope you are all happy and review! Oh and I got engaged to my b/f of two years, we’re planning to tie the knot after our bachelors in November of ‘08, yay!