InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Heart, Future Pain, Future Hope ❯ Chapter 31 ( Chapter 32 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Smiling warmly, as she gazes atInuyasha's Only Miko. Something tells me, you have read between the lines as I stated....giggles. Now be nice and don't give it away for the others okay?

In the mean time I promised some Inuyasha now didn't I. But I wanted to give some background chapters before I went back to him and the others. So here I go....

I don't own Squat

Changes to the senses Part 1

Its been a couple of days since they have ran into his older brother, and needless to say Inuyasha was still, as his miko would say. Not a happy camper.... The emotions that his brother brings forth every time they see him.

Well they could last quite a long time.... Sesshomaru, brings forth simply too many painful memories from trying to survive as a child. Still, he already feels the balance of that pain springing forth as the woman in his arms, murmurs his name.

“Inuyasha...” Soft and husky is her voice as she sleeps. He can't help but smile, already the mating tattoos she left on his back, pulse with a deep loving warmth that surrounds his very soul.

Those painful emotions chased away by that mere whisper of his name amid the gentle movement of her body against his. Her seeking more of his body to touch as already, he can feel what is beginning to become a habit for her, snake its way in.

Her knee was gently pushing its way in between his legs, brushing against his body as it does so. The hanyou feels a distinct pleasure in that. Because as her leg slides its way between his, her hand is already finding itself into his haori and undershirt.

To finally rest upon his heart....

Feeling those soft fingers, and then distinct calming presence of her skin pressed against his, if only from the touch of her hand. His heart beats a little faster....

His arms wrapping around her body, to hold her tighter, as the familiar whimpering sounds of need now begin. The whimpering quiets down now, as his hands rest upon her back. Where the circular marks that he had left are pulsing with warmth, despite being hidden by the kimono that she wears.

With her in his arms, the hanyou allows himself to think clearly, to think of what is happening to him and to the others.

Especially Taro...

Taro...the son he hasn't even had yet. The son who has come back to kill him and all whom he holds dear. Normally, this kind of thing would infuriate him. But, the only thing he feels is sadness and regret. Strange really....

“Penny for your thoughts, as she would normally say.”

Startled by the sound of a voice beside his ear. Inuyasha turns to find Miroku next to him. The monk's normally laughing blue eyes, curious with questions and a willingness to listen.

“Feh...”

Smiling at the slightly embarrassed tone, that the hanyou takes at having been caught off guard. Miroku sits down like he normally does. “She's right.”

“Hmmmm?” His thoughts split right now, he turns to look at his friend with a slightly befuddled gaze as he tries to sort them out.

“Kagome, normally no one could sneak up on you. You are becoming more relaxed.”

“Am not...” blusters Inuyasha quietly. So as to not disturb his mate, he gently sits up so as to shift her slowly down and into his lap. Allowing him to sit more comfortable against the tree, they lay beside with the monk beside him. His mind still thinking about the troubled Taro, but yet...

“Yes you are Inuyasha.” Miroku states with a calm smile. “You would have yelled regardless of Kagome being there or not if it wasn't.”

Opening his mouth to protest, Inuyasha finds that nary a word can come out. His mind focusing back on all those times before this started happening, forgetting other things for the moment. That to be honest, normally, he would do exactly as the monk said as he thinks about it.

“How is this possible?”

Miroku looks at him. The eyes looking thoughtful and searching, as he turns to stair at the fire. “To be honest I don't know. Maybe it was supposed to happen....I mean according to what Kagome told Sango, you were in a demonic state at the time you mated Inuyasha....”

“I know...” The hanyou stated with wonder. “It surprised me that I didn't kill her....thank god.” He sighs with a quiet sound of relief. His emotions clear to the monk, that without the girl in his arms, he would be lost....

“As much as I would like to say the same Inuyasha. Sango and I weren't surprised.”

“How do you mean? Did you talk to Shippo?” The hanyou mutters with a little force, causing the miko to stir a little in protest. Before going back to sleep....

“The adult version?”

“Yeah.”

“We didn't.” The monk yawns some what. The lateness of the hour was admittedly getting to him. But yet the urge to be there to listen for the hanyou, was some how more important in his eyes. “We just, well some part of us felt that you could never hurt her.”

“Explain monk...”

“Kagome told Sango about how you looked, how your eyes although going red, was not the cold red of the killer you normally become Inuyasha. But more warm, more humane...like your demon had accepted her...” The monk replied. “I think when Kikyo was around in the beginning forcing you to keep your promise Inuyasha. Your demon side was fighting with your human side. Because it had chosen Kagome...and that it was telling you to pick her. She was the best choice. She accepted you for you, she even calmed down the beast inside with a single kiss Inuyasha....”

Listening to the monk's words, the hanyou looks perplexed as memories assail him. All those times Kikyo would come, how he had longed to stay with Kagome and their friends. But yet, more or less, he would often shake his head to clear it so that he can go to Kikyo with a clear conscience. Thinking back to those events with Kaguya. He remembers those moments, where he could feel himself split in two.

Part of him locked away behind some cage, screaming to be free. The other roaring in rage, as all control was ripped away from his senses. The spell Kaguya cast, repeating over and over in his blood was frightening to his already fragile mind. But then that is when he heard her....as did the demon.

And they both stopped for those two seconds in what they were doing...

“I love you as a half demon.”

Those words, maybe it was that moment, that his human side was in agreement with his demon side, he knew he loved her.

She accepted all his parts. She didn't want him to lose his demon blood, as Kikyo had done. Nor did she want him to go full demon, who often loses control...

She wanted him to remain as he was...

And somehow a part of him knows that her love helped him. That side of him, his human side, felt stronger, more capable of merging with his demon half. Turning to ask a theory of the monk beside him, he can't help but groan in irritation.

Why?

It seems mother nature had finally taken hold of the perverted Monk, and he had fallen asleep sitting up. Still, he knows that the Monk meant well and that despite everything, he wouldn't trade the pervert for anything else in the world. He was his best friend....

The idea he has in mind though confuses him, it is was that appeared all of a sudden that as he thinks about it makes even more sense.

He has had a pain filled life. And in some circles according to the monk, who had told him of this off the wall theory which he had scoffed at before ages ago. Could his soul have split somehow?

Each part residing in that which is more responsive to itself, it could explain the mixed emotions and this need to fulfill that duty to Kikyo. Maybe that explains the turmoil he felt, for so long in his life, and how quick he was prone to reacting to things he did not understand. How he would jump at others readily, but yet regret the events only minutes later...

It was an idea...

Kagome helped him merge the two parts together....make his soul whole... Maybe because of that, he can still feel the demon within him. But calmer, more in tuned with the rest of his heart and soul. Weird...because he was also starting to feel connections to others...

Despite the fact that they can't stand to be with one another for longer then two seconds. He feels some kind of connection to Sesshomaru. It is strong and pulsing, that he can sense the irritation of his brother at something.... Leaving that path alone, he continues to think, when he notices the others...

Like a soft and audible hum, other connections of a sort are forming. Very faint, but it is like the knowledge, that they are there and that any time he chooses. He can forge a bond with that connection...

One pulses brightly, and it is filled with not just love, but some worry and some carefulness. It feels full of mischief....like that of a fox.

Shippo...

But is one other that is pulsing almost as strong as the one he has with the elder dog demon. It was one that was odd, following that path to its source as he leans back against the tree. He can feel the bond fluctuate with warmth and somehow he knows whom it belongs to. It belongs to Kagome...he can fell the sleepiness within it...and so he tries to leave it alone.

What is odd is this...

As it continues bright and filled with love, part of it branches off, and it is filled with sadness, pain and regret. Noticing how it is separate and different from the whole of the others, he follows it...

One piece fully in the beginning, further on he finds bits and pieces of this connection torn and shredded away. Still he followed until it was but a single strand....

Then he heard it...a voice singing...needing comfort from the words.

“A little boy plays in the castle...a little boy plays the in the stream...”

“You are starting to connect to them aren't you? The other dog demons, and Taro....” The fox states.

Shaking his head roughly, as he is brought out of his dream like state, Inuyasha turns to find himself looking into the green eyes of the fox. Shippo had been watching it seems, and had come down from his perch....

“Connect, what do you mean.”

“I felt you in here...” Shippo stated with a gentle smile as he taps his temple. “It is part of what you should have been a long time ago, but until you met Momma you were simply not ready for.”

“What should I have been Shippo?” The hanyou challenges. “What is happening to me!”

The adult version of the child back at the village stares at the amber eyes, with a gaze of open wonder. His mind then searches for the right way's to tell him, that neither one notices how Kagome has stirred awake with the sudden jostling.

“What's going on....?”

Growling in irritation, as she is seemingly ignored. She sees that state of the hanyou, who is glaring at the Fox with anger. She fears another fight as before, so she places a hand upon his arm, in restraint. Inuyasha turning for a moment to look into her dark eyes as he was about to say something. Feels the plea within, that gaze and takes a deep breath to calm down.

Still the desire to know inside him, he turns to Shippo. The fox gulps because he is not sure how his adoptive father, past version or not...will take this.

“What is happening to me?”

“Because of your bond with Momma and her healing your soul. You are becoming like Sesshomaru, Papa...you are becoming a Taiyoukai...”