InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hanging by a moment... ❯ Weakness ( Chapter 6 )

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

Genre(s): Classic
Rating: T
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 500






It’d been two weeks since the jewel had been shattered, changing Kagome and Inuyasha’s lives forever as they were forced to work together, and travel together.

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“Kami, you humans are so weak. Hurry it the hell up, would ya?”

Cringing at the sting of blisters, Kagome tried to shift how she walked so she wouldn’t limp so much.

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“Shoot it! Damn it, wench, Kikyou would’ve made that shot. You’re so weak.”

Blinking back tears and biting her tongue, Kagome tightened her legs around Inuyasha’s back as she gripped her bow, firing another arrow.

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“You need to rest again?”

Ignoring his complaints, she spent the next five minutes chugging water and powering down granola bars.

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“Come on, wench, we better find shelter out of this rain. You humans are so fucking weak, I don’t wantcha gettin’ sick or somethin’.”

Despite her desire to protest his opinions of her species, she remained silent, appreciating the gesture of shelter.

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“What’s the matter? Never seen rabbit guts before? Quit bein’ so weak.”

Fighting her queasiness, Kagome put the meat on the fire, silently questioning whether or not she’d be able to eat.

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The room was dark; dawn was still far away, too far. With Tessaiga shoved in the door they were safe, for now, but there was no telling how long that would last. Everyone was asleep, allowing Inuyasha his thoughts in private.

She…she was crying. Why?

He had always thought of tears as a weakness, but Kagome had not seemed weak in that moment. Despite how often he called her useless, or a klutz, or even a bitch, Kagome had come to his rescue in that moment, heedless of the danger she put herself in in the process. Why? Why would she launch herself at him like that? To save him?

When did I become the weak human in need of rescuing?

Well, that one was easy. He had become a weak human the moment the sun went down, and he would remain one until it rose again. But more importantly than that, when had Kagome become the rescuer? When she had freed him from the spiderhead’s clutches? How about when she had avenged Shippou, doing her share to help take down the Thunder Brothers? Or what about when she’d stood up to Sesshoumaru, handing him Tessaiga and declaring her faith in him? Or when she’d destroyed Yura of the Hair by figuring out the secret of the red skull?

Or had she become the rescuer the minute she’d wrapped her hand around Kikyou’s arrow, despite Kaede’s warning to not release him? Staring death in the face, she had chosen to live, giving him life in turn. She had trusted him, and despite trying to kill her and getting collared for it, insulting her at every turn and continuing to express his own desire for the jewel once they completed it, she still trusted him. Maybe…maybe he could trust her too. Maybe trusting someone wasn’t a weakness.



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