InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Humanity's Valor ❯ The Difference Between ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Inuyasha leapt from tree to tree, unaware of Kagome’s entrancement. Her continued mumbling of his name made him wary, and he thought she was in a subconscious state.
He held her bridal style, because she would have fallen off if he had put her on his back, and if he had slung her over his shoulder, she would have sat him into the afterlife.
Sango and Miroku were following closely behind on Kirara in the air. Shippo was perched on Miroku’s shoulder.
~~~In Kagome’s Mind~~~
“Inuyasha…”
When Kagome had woken up, she could feel cold are rushing past her and felt nauseous. She tried to get up, but she could feel nothing beneath her. As she looked around, she saw clouds, nothing else. She screamed.
But her scream just echoed, bouncing around her as if rolling off of invisible walls. Suddenly, ground was coming up fast beneath her. Was she going to impact that little piece of dirt beneath her?! She panicked and started squirming in the air, trying to fly away.
“INUYASHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”
~~~In the Real World~~~
Inuyasha paused on a tree branch, and listened to the surrounding woods. Kagome twitched in his arms, as if she was having a small seizure.
Kirara stopped above him, and he called out, “You keep going ahead. I’m going to check the area.”
“Shouldn’t Kagome come with us then?” asked Sango.
“No, she’s safer with me. I can protect her better. If she’s with you, I may not be able to get there in time to help.” As he glanced down, he saw Kagome’s mouth move open a fracture and heard his name whispered out. So silent.
Sango screwed up her face, as if she took offense, but then brushed it off because she knew what he meant. That was just how he was. She told Kirara keep going. The firecat looked reluctant to do so, but as Sango urged her to go, she slowly took off.
Inuyasha looked down at the sleeping form in his arms. She whimpered his name again. It shook him to see her like this, in such a weak state. It rubbed him in a weird direction the way she kept saying his name. Sometimes it would be in pain, in loneliness, in anger, in protectiveness…and sometimes…in desire. He couldn’t put a label on it. He knew she didn’t love him, and he wasn’t sure if she wanted him. But her voice told him yes, his own heart told him yes, but his ever-so-logical mind said no. It was impossible. Who could love a half demon?
He dismissed the thoughts completely, and sat down with Kagome still in his lap. He stared at her for a while. He couldn’t. He couldn’t leave Kagome for Kikyo. He just couldn’t. Kagome was sweet and kind, yet forceful and even powerful. And she was alive. She was warm, had a heart, and…looked like his Kikyo. But, Kikyo was dead, she stole souls from the living, she would either help Naraku or try to kill him for her own gain. She was cold, and depressed, and didn’t act like the Kikyo he knew.
As he thought about it more, his thoughts turned to their actions. Kikyo had barely argued with him, never gotten up and yelled. She didn’t put up a fight with him, only laughed and made him feel stupid for acting the way he did or saying something. If he had tried to mate with Kikyo, would she have been able to birth a child and live? That brought up even more questions, like how the child would survive with holy and demon blood inside it. He swiped the thoughts away. Kikyo had loved him, and then tried to kill him. Kikyo had pierced him with arrows, had not felt any remorse when she tried to take him to hell with her. Well, except for the fact that she couldn’t take him down with her was Kikyo’s only remorse. She had tried to kill Kagome. She had tried to kill all of his friends in one way or another. His Kikyo was dead; the one he knew was gone. She was a thing of the past.
And then there was Kagome. She was lively, always put up a fight, made him struggle with his dominance and control over her. She kept him on his toes. Kagome was understanding of him, and caring, and fought for him. She protected him in so many ways. And she was from the fricken future! Being part of two worlds was fun. The future was weird, and more dangerous than this one, he thought. She was his first friend. She had been with him the longest and said she always would be. There was no other girl who could keep him in line. Kagome was strong, strong enough to ba- no, stop those thoughts right now, he thought to himself, if she wanted to be, then I would. But I don’t know what she wants. What if…no I can’t do the ‘what ifs’ right now. I need to focus on Kagome getting better.
~~~In Kagome’s Mind~~~
Kagome opened her eyes. She tried to breath in, get a good breathe of fresh air. Instead, she choked on swallowed water. “GAH….Inuyasha!!” she said underwater.
She started to swim upwards, towards the surface. As she broke water, something sharp pierced the inside of her stomach. She gasped in pain, flinging her head back. Water fell on her face as she screamed, and she knew something wasn’t right with these illusions of hers.
Kagome crawled to shore, and fell into a tiny ball. She hugged her knees and fell asleep.
~~~In the Real World~~~
He stared down at her again. “Kagome…”
He silently swore to himself and to Kagome, no, Kagome, I won’t leave you. Ever. Not for Kikyo, not for anyone.
She whispered his name, giving him her unknown approval.
~~~In Kagome’s Mind~~~
“Inuyasha.” She pretended he was here with her. She had climbed onto his lap, and sat in it, where he wrapped his strong arms around her.
They were far back in a cave, sitting against the wall.
Her fantasies were getting better and better, even if they were just by a little bit each time. “Kagome…” he whispered in her ear. His warm breath massaged her neck, and it made her giggle.
She turned around in his lap. “Inuyasha, I have a special present for you.” She said. But she suddenly stopped. Why did the scenes keep changing? She recorded them in her mind: arctic, desert, sky, ocean, and fantasy. She could see a pattern in this.
She looked up and saw Inuyasha smirking like he used to before he met her, as if he knew something she didn’t. She glared at him and said, “Go away.” And he did, for once.
She turned back around and sat down, sitting against the wall. Okay, she thought, so the first four illusions I had had to deal with the elements, all opposites of each other, but always connected. The fifth one, with Inuyasha, was a fantasy. The opposite of a fantasy is a reality? Yeah, so does that mean I will be back with the others in my next…illusion? Or will I be a ghost outside of my body, looking in on the outside?
Kagome hugged her knees at the thought of being excluded, being invisible. She never could stand it, never. But here, in the Feudal era, she was noticed because of the way she looked. Well, her looking like Kikyo was one and the way she dressed and talked was another. In her time, Kagome was shoved around as she walked through the hallways of her school. She had four friends, five if you counted Houjo. But she didn’t want to think about that now. She had only gotten homesick once, and she had promised herself it wasn’t going to happen again.
Suddenly, she shot up from her slouched position. She had an epiphany.
What’ll happen if I knock myself out instead of being knocked out accidentally? Where would I be? In my body, awake? Or in the sky, a ghost? She quickly picked up a nearby rock, before she could change her mind. It was heavy, and big.
The rock almost slid from her grasp as she raised it above her head. Then she paused, her senses coming back to her. Thoughts popped up and she suddenly felt panicky and ashamed. What was she doing?! She could fracture her skull of she actually did this! She put down the rock, and lay down on the hard ground. She wasn’t all that tired, but she needed to find out what would happen to her. Would she be in the reality?
She fell asleep within minutes.
He held her bridal style, because she would have fallen off if he had put her on his back, and if he had slung her over his shoulder, she would have sat him into the afterlife.
Sango and Miroku were following closely behind on Kirara in the air. Shippo was perched on Miroku’s shoulder.
~~~In Kagome’s Mind~~~
“Inuyasha…”
When Kagome had woken up, she could feel cold are rushing past her and felt nauseous. She tried to get up, but she could feel nothing beneath her. As she looked around, she saw clouds, nothing else. She screamed.
But her scream just echoed, bouncing around her as if rolling off of invisible walls. Suddenly, ground was coming up fast beneath her. Was she going to impact that little piece of dirt beneath her?! She panicked and started squirming in the air, trying to fly away.
“INUYASHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”
~~~In the Real World~~~
Inuyasha paused on a tree branch, and listened to the surrounding woods. Kagome twitched in his arms, as if she was having a small seizure.
Kirara stopped above him, and he called out, “You keep going ahead. I’m going to check the area.”
“Shouldn’t Kagome come with us then?” asked Sango.
“No, she’s safer with me. I can protect her better. If she’s with you, I may not be able to get there in time to help.” As he glanced down, he saw Kagome’s mouth move open a fracture and heard his name whispered out. So silent.
Sango screwed up her face, as if she took offense, but then brushed it off because she knew what he meant. That was just how he was. She told Kirara keep going. The firecat looked reluctant to do so, but as Sango urged her to go, she slowly took off.
Inuyasha looked down at the sleeping form in his arms. She whimpered his name again. It shook him to see her like this, in such a weak state. It rubbed him in a weird direction the way she kept saying his name. Sometimes it would be in pain, in loneliness, in anger, in protectiveness…and sometimes…in desire. He couldn’t put a label on it. He knew she didn’t love him, and he wasn’t sure if she wanted him. But her voice told him yes, his own heart told him yes, but his ever-so-logical mind said no. It was impossible. Who could love a half demon?
He dismissed the thoughts completely, and sat down with Kagome still in his lap. He stared at her for a while. He couldn’t. He couldn’t leave Kagome for Kikyo. He just couldn’t. Kagome was sweet and kind, yet forceful and even powerful. And she was alive. She was warm, had a heart, and…looked like his Kikyo. But, Kikyo was dead, she stole souls from the living, she would either help Naraku or try to kill him for her own gain. She was cold, and depressed, and didn’t act like the Kikyo he knew.
As he thought about it more, his thoughts turned to their actions. Kikyo had barely argued with him, never gotten up and yelled. She didn’t put up a fight with him, only laughed and made him feel stupid for acting the way he did or saying something. If he had tried to mate with Kikyo, would she have been able to birth a child and live? That brought up even more questions, like how the child would survive with holy and demon blood inside it. He swiped the thoughts away. Kikyo had loved him, and then tried to kill him. Kikyo had pierced him with arrows, had not felt any remorse when she tried to take him to hell with her. Well, except for the fact that she couldn’t take him down with her was Kikyo’s only remorse. She had tried to kill Kagome. She had tried to kill all of his friends in one way or another. His Kikyo was dead; the one he knew was gone. She was a thing of the past.
And then there was Kagome. She was lively, always put up a fight, made him struggle with his dominance and control over her. She kept him on his toes. Kagome was understanding of him, and caring, and fought for him. She protected him in so many ways. And she was from the fricken future! Being part of two worlds was fun. The future was weird, and more dangerous than this one, he thought. She was his first friend. She had been with him the longest and said she always would be. There was no other girl who could keep him in line. Kagome was strong, strong enough to ba- no, stop those thoughts right now, he thought to himself, if she wanted to be, then I would. But I don’t know what she wants. What if…no I can’t do the ‘what ifs’ right now. I need to focus on Kagome getting better.
~~~In Kagome’s Mind~~~
Kagome opened her eyes. She tried to breath in, get a good breathe of fresh air. Instead, she choked on swallowed water. “GAH….Inuyasha!!” she said underwater.
She started to swim upwards, towards the surface. As she broke water, something sharp pierced the inside of her stomach. She gasped in pain, flinging her head back. Water fell on her face as she screamed, and she knew something wasn’t right with these illusions of hers.
Kagome crawled to shore, and fell into a tiny ball. She hugged her knees and fell asleep.
~~~In the Real World~~~
He stared down at her again. “Kagome…”
He silently swore to himself and to Kagome, no, Kagome, I won’t leave you. Ever. Not for Kikyo, not for anyone.
She whispered his name, giving him her unknown approval.
~~~In Kagome’s Mind~~~
“Inuyasha.” She pretended he was here with her. She had climbed onto his lap, and sat in it, where he wrapped his strong arms around her.
They were far back in a cave, sitting against the wall.
Her fantasies were getting better and better, even if they were just by a little bit each time. “Kagome…” he whispered in her ear. His warm breath massaged her neck, and it made her giggle.
She turned around in his lap. “Inuyasha, I have a special present for you.” She said. But she suddenly stopped. Why did the scenes keep changing? She recorded them in her mind: arctic, desert, sky, ocean, and fantasy. She could see a pattern in this.
She looked up and saw Inuyasha smirking like he used to before he met her, as if he knew something she didn’t. She glared at him and said, “Go away.” And he did, for once.
She turned back around and sat down, sitting against the wall. Okay, she thought, so the first four illusions I had had to deal with the elements, all opposites of each other, but always connected. The fifth one, with Inuyasha, was a fantasy. The opposite of a fantasy is a reality? Yeah, so does that mean I will be back with the others in my next…illusion? Or will I be a ghost outside of my body, looking in on the outside?
Kagome hugged her knees at the thought of being excluded, being invisible. She never could stand it, never. But here, in the Feudal era, she was noticed because of the way she looked. Well, her looking like Kikyo was one and the way she dressed and talked was another. In her time, Kagome was shoved around as she walked through the hallways of her school. She had four friends, five if you counted Houjo. But she didn’t want to think about that now. She had only gotten homesick once, and she had promised herself it wasn’t going to happen again.
Suddenly, she shot up from her slouched position. She had an epiphany.
What’ll happen if I knock myself out instead of being knocked out accidentally? Where would I be? In my body, awake? Or in the sky, a ghost? She quickly picked up a nearby rock, before she could change her mind. It was heavy, and big.
The rock almost slid from her grasp as she raised it above her head. Then she paused, her senses coming back to her. Thoughts popped up and she suddenly felt panicky and ashamed. What was she doing?! She could fracture her skull of she actually did this! She put down the rock, and lay down on the hard ground. She wasn’t all that tired, but she needed to find out what would happen to her. Would she be in the reality?
She fell asleep within minutes.