InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Feni's Snippets ❯ Enervated ( Chapter 19 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha; Rumiko Takahashi does. He's always returned in (fairly) good condition when I've finished tormenting him!

 

A/N: Written for LiveJournal's `FirstTweak' community and its drabble challenge prompt, `Wet'. Inspired by events depicted in Ch. 151-152 of the manga.

 

Warnings: Coarse language, graphic imagery.

 

First posted on LJ on September 24th, 2009

 

Enervated

 

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A small, wet trickle oozes slowly along the rocky ground. It's red on top, speckled white along the sides where it's picked up dust. Meandering along, it dips here, stalls there, until it finally reaches a tiny depression and turns into a plump, round puddle. It sorta looks like a sweet bean dumpling I ate once, a long time ago… except redder.

 

There's this humming in my ears and my nose is full of something powdery. I know that I should be doing something, but I can't remember what. Besides, I hurt so damn much that I'd rather just lay here and watch the blood make patterns in the dust.

 

Wait…

 

Whose blood is that?

 

My nose is so screwed that I can't tell if it's mine, but if it is, I hope that the Wind Scar kicked the asshole halfway across Musashi's Domain.

 

Wait…

 

It was a girl.

 

A pale, black-eyed girl. Carrying a mirror….

 

“What sort of face will our Lady Kikyo make, when I show her Inuyasha's head?”

 

Wait…

 

Naraku?

 

Shit…!

 

I have to move, but my body won't. Sharp-edged wind whirls, louder and louder, but there's a whoosh of spiritual power and my ear stings.

 

Fuck.

 

A low-heeled brown shoe spatters the blood-dumpling, and then the hem of a short green skirt tickles my nose.

 

Kagome?

 

“You hurt… Inuyasha! I will not… forgive you!”

 

Her skirt sways in time with her panting breaths.

 

“Merely to protect him, you will risk death?”

 

Asshole… how dare he…!

 

“My arrows… only hit… the bad guys!”

 

There's one helluva explosion and Kagome crumples beside me. I want to protect her, dammit, but I can't. More arrogant taunts before silence descends, and then she moves. Her eyes are gentle, her fingertips brushing feather-light over my lips.

 

Kinda like a kiss.

 

Wait….

 

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