InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Forbidden ( Chapter 1 )

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Forbidden

This was forbidden.

Against nature.

Wrong.

Then why did it feel so right?

He had to kill her. Slice her with his claws, taste her blood against his lips. That's why he had tracked her, stalked her, watched her every move when she was free to fly. But in the end, he had fallen in the trap he laid.

He had only himself to blame.

But he had Kagome to think about. He couldn't leave her, not after all the promises he made, not after his declaration of love. How could he forget her smiles, her laugh, her scent? In the whirlwind he lived in, her shine was the only thing that go through. It was alluring in a crazy way, the only thing to break up his life from the vengeance hunt he was on.

Vengeance against her.

Rage had boiled inside him for what she had done, and Kagome had seen him turn wild for it. But it turned out she was just a puppet, desperately trying to rip away from his master, and the doubts had started to surface.

What if he didn't have to?

What if…

A million excuses. Only one reason.

He was infatuated.

Obsessed

And he didn't even want to think about the racing of his heart.

He didn't want to think what such a strong feeling meant.

So there he was, Kagome as his chosen. He had to kill her, or he would never be free from her spell.

He took a step towards her, out of the trees and into the meadow, and like a rush of wind she whirled around, her eyes narrowed.

Until she saw who it was.

A strange emotion flickered in their depth, and he swallowed down the doubts.

He had a task to do, and that was to get her blood on his hands.

“Going to kill me?” She asked, grin as mischievous as ever, taunting tone thick in her words.

“Yes.” He growled, an animalistic sound, but the words meant as much to her, as it did to him. Her grin widened and the winds shifted, her scent carried to him, and his nose twitched.

How he loathed that scent. Like burning spiders and vile dark. She took a step back, and unpinned her hair, letting the night-black locks tumble against her kimono, and licked her rose red lips tantalisingly.

She was playing with him

He took a step towards her, his claws limp and useless.

She laughed, but the laugh was kind, and that racing of his heart was back. It hurt.

In a flash he was in front of her, her forearms in his hands, and she gasped softly, but didn't try to pull away.

He could kill her right then, right now. Their breaths intermingled, hot, steamy, sharp.

She brushed her lips against his, a sweet caress of skin.

“You'll never really catch me.” And suddenly she was gone. He smiled. It was only to be expected.

She was the wind. He only a lonely wolf.