InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Kagome ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N : I do not own the characters featured in this work of fiction, they are copyrighted by Rumiko Takahashi. This work is merely a fan's musings in a 'what if' environment. Some of the characters are represented as variations on the original premise (everyone has matured, relocated, and many have cycled to another incarnation). It is my greatest hope that no one be offended, hence the ...

WARNING: MATURE THEME – Profanity, Violence, Adult situations, Sexual Innuendo and Content.

“Well, that should do it,” sighed Kagome as she pulled extra hard at the Velcro fastening, trying to close the top of her overstuffed backpack. Looking around her room, she put her finger to her lips as she tried to remember what she might have forgotten. It was a long way to the retreat and she didn't want to have to run home for anything silly, like her toothbrush. “My toothbrush! Good Grief!”and she padded to the bathroom to retrieve it, then changing her mind, “I'm going to need this when I wake up, don't want to blow Mikey out of the car with morning breath...”she put it back in the holder, and rubbed her arms again. The chills hadn't stopped, nor had the strange pulling in her midsection, and she flipped off the light switch, wrapping her arms around her middle as she padded her way back to the bedroom.

“Oh this is just silly, why now?” she muttered to herself, taking off her fluffy robe and draping it across the foot of her bed, she turned down the covers, and sat on the edge. She pondered on what her mother had said, and turned to look at the sutras she had plastered around the window. Heaving a sigh, she reached over to fluff her pillows, pulled her legs under the blankets, rolled to her stomach and rested her chin on her hand. “It's probably just hormones,” and she sighed again, gazing out the window. She couldn't see the moon anymore, but she could see a shimmering reflection of it's light on the few clouds that hung in the sky. For a brief moment, she thought she saw something far off in the distance, arcing like a baseball when hit out of the field. Dismissing it as a helicopter, she glance behind her to if it had been a reflection... “Now your getting spooked by your own shadow, girl,” she muttered as she twisted around to check her alarm and turn off the bedside lamp.

“I am safe, Kami watches over me,” she intoned as she closed her eyes. But sleep was illusive, and she turned back over on her belly, hugging her pillow as she watched the clouds out her window.
Off in the distance she could here the humming of the city, like a being unto itself. The occasional siren, or honking of a horn... someone drove down the street with their bass set too high, and she mused about how they would get busted, this time of night. But not by Sally, Sally was no longer a beat cop, and that made Kagome smile. Mikey would be able to rest easier now, knowing that she was in more controlled situations, rather than the hazards of the world of the patrol officer. Life in Japan was very different. It was not nearly so dangerous to be out at night there. The kinds of violent crime that seemed so common here, just wasn't, there.

Adjusting her position, and bringing the blankets over her shoulder, Kagome's thoughts turned to the peace and tranquility she experienced while on her visit to the family shrine. The beautiful Sacred Tree, so very ancient that no one knew exactly how old it was. She had spent hours there, in meditation. The family stories all seemed to circle back to Goshinboku. Within the spirit of that tree was where her Kami lived. She had no doubt about it. And Kami watches over me, I am never alone...
She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift... across the sea... to the tree...

...the forest was dark, the only light a small campfire. There was no wind, and the fire crackled as she reached for a pot, and pulled a package of instant ramen out of her pack, opening it and dropping it in. There were people with her, and they spoke softly to one another, as she stirred the soup. One by one she filled small bowls, and handed them to the people, her friends... these were her closest friends in the whole world, but she could not make out their faces, as they joked and talked.

She heard her name and looked up, golden eyes close to hers, gazing at her with an unsettling warmth and intensity. He spoke to her softly, she felt a physical warmth as he reached around her, to hold her... what was he saying?? It didn't matter, really... she relished the feel of the soft fabric of his haori... the warmth of the touch of his hand on her cheek. More talking in the background... the words... made no sense... it was Japanese, a strange dialect... She rested her head on the shoulder of the one that was holding her, and he muttered something to the others that sounded... profane? Or perhaps scolding? He then pulled her by the hand into the darkness, and she followed, feeling safe with him... safer than she had ever felt before, and warm... he guided her through the darkness, his strong, calloused hand gently pulling her.

Finally he stopped and turned, his hair seemed to glow in the darkness as he reached for her, pulling her to him... those eyes...burning with their own fire as he drew her into a kiss, his lips as soft as rose petals against hers. His hands cupped her face, as his kiss intensified, and she reached up locking her fingers in his thick flowing tresses. Slowly his words began making sense, as he whispered into her ear “Kagome... I could never want any other, it is you, always...” and another kiss followed.

This had to be heaven, he was so beautiful, and he wanted her? And amazingly she she realised that she wanted only him as she reached to untie the haori, desperately wanting to touch his skin. He pulled at her blouse, his long fingernails not allowing him to undo the buttons... she stopped him taking his hand and kissing it, she reached inside his clothing to feel his too hot skin. She leaned in and kissed his chest. He smelled so good... better than anything she had ever smelled... wild like the forest, and so definitely masculine.

Suddenly they were on the ground, the haori under them, and her blouse was gone as she felt his touch, tracing along her neck, those amazing eyes searing into her very soul. “Stay with me Kagome,” he said, as his fingers followed the curves of her shoulders, “be mine, Kagome...” and he kissed her neck as his hand continued to softly explore her body, rubbing warm circles around her breasts and stomach. “Kagome...” he kissed her between her breasts, then nuzzled her neck, as he rolled over her, “ you have to agree” he prompted her.

“Agree?,” she asked breathlessly, bringing her arms around his powerful back. His hair was falling all around them now, and all she wanted was more of those kisses... those soft, moist, heated kisses. Her hands explored the vast plane of his shoulders, tracing down along his spine to his lean, narrow lower back, and she relished the feel of the powerful muscles. He raised his head, hair falling into her face, and he blew it away, just a hint of the soup base on his breath. “Be my mate, Kagome... or whatever you call it where you come from...” he stopped, at a loss, searching for the right words.

“You want to marry me?” she panted, with shock and arousal. He had begun tracing his velvet tongue on her neck, his warm breath on her skin, he replied, “Is that what you call it... would that make us mates?... for life?” He continued with the sweet torture, as she moaned... her concentration lost in the sensation. “Kagome...” he stopped.

“nani”she responded, breathing heavily.

“I want you to be mine, forever... Be my mate?” He laid his head on her shoulder, waiting.

Reason waggled its finger in her consciousness. Shouldn't I think about this first... came her self talk. He straddled her on his knees, bobbing his head, to right his errant mane. Those eyes... so intense... She cowed a little, not certain if she had angered him. He put his hands on his hips, and examined her as she lay beneath him. She instinctively brought her arms up to cover her exposed flesh, and he grabbed them, leaning forward to hold them over her head... remarkably she did not feel threatened by this.

“This is about feeling, Kagome. It's not about thinking. We could waste the rest of our lives worrying about what might happen. I love you... that's all that matters now.” It was like he could read her thoughts. Did he know her that well? She could feel his sincerity... and she so badly wanted some more of those incredible kisses. This just wasn't exactly how she thought it would happen... she'd thought that she would one day marry someone in the traditional way, with celebrations and a honeymoon and her family around to wish her well. He released her arms and sat back... She reached up to touch his hair, then rose up to a sitting position to be closer to... those eyes...

“I ... love you... too,” she stammered, as her heartbeat started to increase, then not really understanding why, she said, “I always ... I always have...”

He grabbed her, his arms hugging her in a crush to his chest, “Kami, Kagome, then just say it... SAY YES!” He kissed the top of her head, then slowly lowered her back down, eyes pleading... “I want you...” and he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue prodding gently , then tracing her cheek and a low growl emanating from his chest, as he clutched her shoulder with one hand, the other pillowing her head. Somehow she knew... She couldn't escape this fate, even if she had wanted to, and as the heat pooled between her thighs, she realized how much she really, sincerely... didn't want to... escape... The ache she felt could only be remedied by this one man...

“Yes, oh Kami, YES!!” She moaned, as his tongue slid down to her throat.

“About fuckin' time, wench,” he growled, nipping around her neck and shoulders, and a thrill shot through her entire body as she felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against her thigh... his velvet tongue lapping just below her ear. Oh yes, this had to be heaven.... and she moaned with pleasure as his hand followed the lines of her body, reaching for her hip as he pressed his thigh between her legs, prompting her to allow him access to her own arousal. He cupped one breast, as his manhood gently rubbed against her, his mouth teasing hers... then again she felt his hand trace down her side once again, not stopping at the hip but continuing to the flower of her femininity, timidly touching at first, then fingers... and those fingernails, though they didn't hurt, as he prodded and explored with them. She was on fire, his heat radiating right into her, as he teased her womanhood, all the while running his amazing tongue along her skin.

The knot in her lower abdomen growing tighter, she moaned as he climbed fully between her legs, slowly pressing his hardness toward her depths, pelvises rubbing together, she found herself opening herself to him completely, body and soul, as she closed her eyes, drinking in the sensations... Then an annoying, harsh, grating sound began to fill her ears...


Kagome opened one eye, to see the sun streaming into the room. She quickly closed it again, and blindly slapped in the general direction of the alarm clock.

“Uhng...mmm,” She unwrapped herself from around the pillow, and kicked at the covers, bringing her arm up over her eyes. The buzzing hadn't stopped, and she wished it would, though she knew she would have to do something to make that happen. Again she slapped at the clock, hoping she would make contact with the snooze bar without having to move too much. Not having success, she groaned and threw the pillow at the clock.

“Of course I would leave the blind open,” she grunted as she scowled at the bright sunlit window, then rolled over and into an upright position on the bed. Traces of her dream floated through her mind, as she smacked her lips, thinking about the toothbrush she had remembered to forget to pack. It was just a dream, but her abdomen still felt a knotted tension. And who was that guy??? No one she had ever seen before, and that made her even more uneasy, because she was about to give herself completely to a stranger?

“It was a dream, baka,” she told herself as she got up and picked up the offending alarm clock, effectively silencing it. Looking at the time, she gasped.

“Kami!! It's 9 already??” She hadn't even called about renting a car, yet!