InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ His Little Girl ❯ Talking and tears ( Chapter 30 )

 

 

“Maika…”

 

“Inuyasha…you're my mate. Inuyoukai mate for life and I know that you're half human…” her head shot up from where sight had been trained on her hands clenched tightly before her. “Do you…do you not want to be my mate anymore?”

 

“Nani?! Kami no Maika, don't even think that. Don't ever think that. I love you.”

 

“But you were sleeping with her, again. Inuyasha I don't understand.”

 

The couple stood in the courtyard of the Castle of the Western Lands; they stood near enough to the ever flowing fountain to feel the spray from the water as it landed in the stone pool. It was the second night in a row that the inuyoukai warrioress had woken to an empty bed only to find her mate in his brother's room sleeping next to Kagome, the children between the woman and her mate.

 

“Maika…this thing between us, between Kagome and I, between Shippou and I, and between my brother and I…it's all, all of it, every part, it's hard to explain. I don't know how to explain it, I don't have the words to.”

 

“Could you try?” she pleaded as her own insecurities arose. Maika didn't have a mother, not since she was small, barely weaned from her mother's teat but old enough to remember.

 

There were two types of inuyoukai, the kind that mated for life to one mate, and the kind that took many mates and discarded or ignored several of his mates if he grew tired of them. Her father had been the later and had killed her mother in a fit of rage when after their third pup together; she had yet to produce any male offspring. He had been drunk on a western drink known as vodka and had killed her mother and two sisters, only leaving her alive because she had chased a beetle under a loose floorboard and was still playing with it when her mother's and sisters' screams had rung out and their blood had seeped onto her through the slits in the wooden floor. She was now afraid that her mate might be the kind to take many mates and was afraid that one day he may kill her just as her father had done to her mother. The only one in all of the lands who knew the truth of what had happened was Shinta, and that was only because she had come to check upon her eldest sister who had somehow contracted a human illness.

 

When she had found Maika beneath the floor, the pup traumatized into a state of being mute for two years that would follow, she had taken the girl in as her own and the one and only time she had spoken to anyone in the two years she spent as a mute, was to beg Shinta to never tell anyone what had happened. Shinta never had told anyone, and now Maika could feel that old silence demanding to be in control again. It was safer when no one knew what you thought. It was safer when no one knew you spoke.

 

“Maika, what is it?” Inuyasha took his mate swiftly into his arms, she had not even been aware that she had been silently crying until that moment. “Maika, my angel, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you with this.” He stroked her midnight tresses and held her close as he spoke. He kissed his mark upon her neck and turned his face into her hair as he spoke, his words soft and mournful as he begged her to understand. “I don't love Kagome - not as a mate or anything near it…We've been together so long. She was the first person that I ever trusted, and I don't mean first human, she was the first anything that I trusted…Shortly after we began our quest together, she took in Shippou and over time became his mother. And over time I became his father…We aren't mated, we don't think of each like that, but Shippou - he's our son. When I thought, when we both thought that - when we discovered that he was missing, that he was gone…I've never felt anything like it before.”

 

“Would you…do you want to…mate with her?” she asked hesitantly, not sure if she really wanted the answer but knowing she needed it all the same.

 

“I…I don't know. My brother and I are close now. Closer than we've ever been, even when we were young. But I doubt we're close enough to share a mate.” He had meant the statement as a joke but it was as though he had twisted a knife into his mate's heart.

 

She pulled away from Inuyasha and backed away shaking her head from side to side slowly. As he neared her she backed up more and turned away. As she made to leave, he quickly grasped her wrist and she turned her face to him, new and old tears alike glistening on her pale moon kissed skin.

 

“I'm sorry,” she said softly and his grip went slack as her words confused the hanyou. “I'm sorry, I just can't.”

 

Maika pulled her wrist out of his loose grip and took off into the forest and set off toward the inuyoukai village where she had lived as a child. She needed to feel her mother near and although the house was like a time loop of death memories, it was the only place she felt close to her mother. It still stood as it had nearly two hundred years ago, completely untouched, blood staining the walls.

 

Inuyasha watched as his mate raced off, he didn't understand what had just happened. None of it made sense. He knew she wouldn't understand, mostly because he didn't know how to explain it to someone who wasn't inside of the situation, but never had he thought she would take it this badly. It was as though he had told her he wished to have never mated her at least that was how she had taken it he thought.

 

Inuyasha felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to look at his brother, his sibling's eyes looking upon him in silent concern. Inuyasha turned back to stare at the path his mate had taken, though she was no longer visible upon it.

 

“I don't know what happened.”

 

“Give her time. Try and explain it again once she returns.”

 

“What if she doesn't?”

 

“She loves you little brother that much is clear. She will return in time, if only for that love alone.”

 

Sesshoumaru turned and walked back inside, his brother following along slowly. Inuyasha returned to his own chambers that night and sat at the window. Looking up at the stars he asked himself what had happened, and was still no clearer nor nearer to an answer than before. He moved to the bed and laid down upon its empty surface, the blankets doing nothing to chase away the coldness that had seeped into his heart. What if she didn't return?