InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her Unanswered Question ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

Her Unanswered Question

Part One

 

There was something Kagome asked me once, a long time ago. She was trying to get me to let her to stay a few more days for another one of her stupid tests.

 

Three more days.

 

I said no.

 

I was a little pissed at her to start off with. I hadn't wanted her to leave, we had only just started gathering the shards she'd shattered, we'd barely collected any! We were still alone, without the dubious help of the perverted monk and overly-emotional exterminator- or the pup. But she had exams and school that she had to go to. The wench tricked me with her metal two-wheeled cart but I caught her up at the well and tried to smash it with a boulder to keep her from ever leaving me-

 

I don't think I've ever been Sat so many times before or since. Eight times! Is that EVER really necessary!? On top of that, the freakin' rock landed on me- I couldn't move for a day or so anyway. She jumped while I was down, saying she'd be back in three days and I better not “dare” come after her. Feh.

 

I was a little ticked.

 

I didn't care what she said or did. I couldn't wait for her to come back- just to- arrgg! I wanted to beat the crap of that impertinent wench just to make me feel better- but, keh, I couldn't hit Kagome of course, thank the kami Shippo has a hard head.

 

Kaeda-baabaa accused me of moping while Kagome was gone but I wasn't, so I left there to sulk in the goshinboku. But then Myoga-jiijii wouldn't leave me alone either but there's no real pleasure in smashing him, there's just not enough there to get that squishy satisfaction. Without Kagome to pick on and fight with there was no reason to get up or do anything. Everything else was just blah. She was interesting and she could argue- I loved getting a rise out of her, and she could bite back but anything to get her to look at me-

 

I went to fetch her on the third day. I couldn't even wait the whole day. I was there when I knew her school thing was over and hunted her scent till I found her on her trek home. She was slow, she looked depressed but that would go away once I took her back with me. I snatched her right off the street and told her we were going home, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

 

She was kinda surprised to see me but it was almost like she half-expected it- just like I could scent her I think she could sense me coming. When I said I was taking her home, she knew I didn't mean her house, I meant my time and she gave me that look- a very unexpected happy-surprised. “We're going home” I swear I didn't really mean to say that, it sounds like she was a runaway child I was dragging back or something. And my time isn't really her home- I, I don't know why I said that.

 

But then she smiled that huge bright smile and grabbed the prayer beads around my neck, yanking my face towards hers- Gods.

 

I was dumbfounded, speechless, we were so close, I nearly tripped over my own feet running across that huge town of hers.

 

She said she was glad I'd found her, she wanted to see me. Me. Feh. Why would she want to see ME? I was stealing her away to put her in danger- But she sounded so ecstatic that I'd found her- my heart skipped a beat but I managed to recover my nonchalant pride and ask her what she really wanted.

 

Three more days.

 

I said no.

 

She begged and pleaded her case, failing classes and not getting into high school and how cruel I was but I stood my ground. I'd given her three days to do what she needed. Now I wanted her back, dammit! She was mine now-

 

. . . at least until she started crying. The girl can have whatever she wants if it'll make her stop crying.

 

I'd have given her anything, three days, three hundred years to stop her soft weeping. The scent of salt is abrasive to my nose but the scent of her tears is particularly harsh. But she didn't give me a chance, the moment I pissed her off enough to lose control and started tearing up, all hope for me was lost. She glared at me with her dark, fierce eyes, softened by the brimming tears and strengthened by her angry flush. I had to back step just in case she lashed out- anything goes with an enraged woman.

 

Then she yelled something at me. Not at all what I'd been expecting- hell, the last question I'd been expecting- even after promising to protect her with my Tetsusaiga, I made a vow then, despite all we do and fight about, I'd never leave her side if she didn't keep leaving me.

 

She asked me what I was going to do about her future.

 

She placed her life, her future, her happiness and sadness, her everything in my hands, so suddenly she might as well have dumped that boulder on my back again. I didn't know how to answer; I didn't even realize what she'd really said before she continued on her screaming tirade about her life in her time and my not caring about anything but getting the jewel. I was still stumped about having made her cry and how to stop her wailing to consider an answer to such an important question.

 

And when I finally would have answered she turned her back on me and told me to go. She physically shoved me down the well- she's lucky I was too caught up in her whirlwind emotions to react by grabbing her too- as it was I got the last righteous word- though it was to call her a moron.

 

And I stole one of her precious books. So feh.

 

Obviously, I went back to my goshinboku and sulked, damning her and damning me, and she got her three more damn days.

 

Then on the night before the promised third day I nearly lost her.

 

I was waiting for her, waiting for the sun to set, then the moon to rise, then it too to set and the sun to rise again. I brooded and moped between my tree and the well, I was particularly irritated this night though at the time I didn't know why. It was late in the night when I caught the scent of Kagome's blood. My heart stopped, I was afraid to breathe lest I smell her gushing blood and gouged flesh. But my heart restarted already racing and it was just a few drops of blood coming from the well- no more than a scratch might have bled. Without a thought I jumped down the well, half expecting to see her with a sliver in her finger or something so stupid. Instead, I smelled her brother, Sota, and heard him begging the well to open because his sister- MY Kagome- was in trouble.

 

I picked him up, noticing the scent of blood came from a smear on his hand. She'd been hurt before she sent him to get me to rescue them. She knew I'd save her, and I WOULD save her.

 

I followed her scent across the town as obvious as if a string connected the two of us. When I saw her hiding within that metal skeleton, so high up and flushed and scared and that ugly blobbing thing after her- I didn't even wait the half a second to draw Tetsusaiga before clawing that fleshy mess in two, keeping it's filthy grubby hands off my Kagome!

 

She saw me cleaving that creature and protecting her and her brother- she looked ecstatic with relief. She never doubted I'd get there, just my timing I guess. She never had a doubt I'd protect her. I wish she'd always that much faith and trust in me.

 

Well, now to see if she does.

 

“Hey, Kagome . . ?”