InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If only in my Dreams ❯ All Alone ( Chapter 7 )

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

I still do not own Inuyasha or its characters...big shock there...huh?

Anyway...thanks to all who have reviewed, as always I deeply appreciate your thoughts and I'm glad to hear that you are all still liking the fic....so, without further rambling.....



Chapter 7


Kagome sat still against the wall of the cave...They'd watched the sunrise every morning since that first night and that had been nearly a week ago. Inuyasha hadn't asked her why she'd been out that night. She'd thought for sure that he'd yell at her, remind her of how stupid she could be, yet he'd said nothing at all about it. He hadn't complained at all about having to help her, and while the first couple of trips he'd had to help her with in the way of relieving her bladder and such had indeed been embarrassing, she had found that he'd simply take her where she needed to go, and wander far enough away to offer her privacy, yet still be close enough to guarantee her safety.

She'd never get over the fact that Inuyasha still insisted on holding her while the sun came up, nor the fact that she most definitely was NOT going to protest against it. It had been romantic to lay within the warmth of his embrace, to have his arms wrapped gently around her as if she were the only being on the planet that meant anything to him at all, and though she knew that eventually they'd have to return to the others, she found that she was in no hurry..and neither was the healing process when it came to her injured ribs. She'd found that breathing in and of itself was simply painful,and movement could be excruciating, thus eliminating the prospect of making her way to any nearby stream as a bath seemed to have been screaming her name for the last two days at least, and while Inuyasha had assured her many times throughout the last several days that she was indeed NOT the smelly thing she was certain she had become, she had still found herself nearly begging him for just a brief visit to a spring....but he'd simply refused , telling her simply that she needed more time to heal so that they didn't cause further damage to her frail body with unnecessary movement. So here she sat....alone within the cave, pen in hand and an open math book lying unused beside her right thigh. Inuyasha had gone to hunt, his determination to not leave her alone being pushed aside once he'd realized that they were out of the ramen that had been stored in her backpack...and though the idea of returning to her time to restock the very desired ramen had indeed been tempting, her wounds had simply not allowed for it.




It had been days since they'd seen the others, but Inuyasha had insisted that they'd be fine without them reminding her that she was too injured to be moved and the others would understand once they returned and explained the situation to them, but in the meantime while they were certain to be worried, there was little that could be done to remedy the situation. So here she sat...alone....waiting for Inuyasha to return with breakfast...but instead of studying, she'd found herself penning poetry...something she hadn't done for a very long time...He'd been so good to her these last few days...kept her warm and fed..made sure that she was protected at all times....She hadn't noticed until this morning while he was rechecking her wounds, that while his eyes had returned tho their amber glitter, the twin purple stripes adorning his cheeks had yet to disappear. She'd thought to ask him about it, but between his determination to check her wounds and the rumble within her belly indicating that breakfast was more than a little desired, he'd rushed out of the cave in search of something to call breakfast, and while her head had supplied images of a very skilled Inuyasha pouncing upon his prey, she couldn't help but imagine herself as his prey, though not of the breakfast variety.....and it was then that she'd realized that while she definitely was sore....she was also still very prone to the dreams that seemed to be building again in their frequency of late...The first few days she hadn't had the dreams, most likely due to the pain that radiated through her slight frame,but the better her condition became, the more intense the dreams became...and while they had yet to reach the level they had been before her brain failure had resulted in her current state, she was definitely certain that the need for a cool spring VERY nearby would soon be the most pressing thing on her agenda, and by hell...with or with out Inuyasha's help she was damn certain that she'd be finding something soon.......
Her thoughts shifted to the reason for her being injured to begin with...or more so to the point....where she'd been off to the night she'd nearly become dinner to a very scaly creep who'd thought she'd make a fine Kagome pie...she'd been off in search of the village and the old woman they'd run into on their way out of said village...She remembered the harshness of the old woman's tone.....“You killed her didn't you? I can feel her soul in your touch....it fairly radiates...from both of you....Do you not know what you have done? She meant those villager's no harm, only granted their deepest wishes....allowed them to have their deepest desires, if only in their dreams....but it seems she has found you both, merged her soul with yours.......it seems she has chosen you two as well...” Kagome could still feel her shock and utter disbelief that they had killed something she'd thought to be harmless.....but the elderly of the village had insisted....insisted that this dream spirit had been harmful....but even during the battle with her she hadn't hurt them, hadn't really seemed like she was at all concerned with loosing her life, and before long the dream spirit had simply disappeared....granted she had disappeared within the windscar...but still she had simply disappeared.....but if she was indeed nothing more than a spirit...then that meant she was already dead..right? Spirits were just that..spirits....and the only way to become a spirit was to have died..right? But it had been the next night that the dreams had presented themselves.....and while she had dreamed of Inuyasha before, she now wondered if these dreams were somehow different. “ It seems she has chosen you two as well...” Chosen them for what? Damn, but this was giving her a migraine....There had to be something more to this....They had to be missing something...and if her dreams had indeed been affected by the dream spirit..then did that mean that Inuyasha was having them as well? Did she even dare to ask him? No...definitely not...that was certainly NOT a conversation she wanted to have with him....Hmm, could you imagine.....” Umm, Inuyasha....I was wondering...are you having wet dreams about me too?..Hmm....she chuckled...would her hanyou even know what a wet dream was? Probably not....and she was definitely NOT gonna be the one explaining it to him...She'd just have to assume that she was the only one affected...after all, the only ones who had been affected in the village had been human...but all in all she had settled it within her mind...they'd still return to the village....that old woman knew something...and she was determined to know what exactly that something was....

A warm breath caressing her cheek caused her to jerk away from it, causing her head to hit the wall of the cave behind her. Her thoughts had been interrupted by a pair of shining amber orbs staring intently at her, his nose nearly touching hers he was so close....”What you giggling at all alone up here Kagome?” Inuyasha smirked as he reached to help her stand, watching as she moved to rub the bump that was currently forming on the back of her head, the movement causing her breast to arch forward to brush against his arm. Inuyasha jumped backwards letting go of her in his haste to pull away, but the sudden lack of support left Kagome falling forward, her body having already relaxed with his help and not being prepared to fully support its own weight. And just as quickly as he'd disappeared from her side, she'd found him in front of her..his body pressed tightly to hers as he attempted to block her fall with the softness of his body. She found herself staring into his glossy amber orbs, his mouth oh so close to her own, the air rushing from her lungs, though from pain or pleasure she wasn't certain. Every place that touched him tingled...melted. She bit her lower lip, her body responding in rushed waves of excitement due to his nearness, and while his gaze widened suddenly, she found that she wasn't certain why....nor was she certain of the emotion she could see swimming in the depths of his amber gaze, but for the life of her she found that she didn't have the strength nor the desire to pull away.....

And lying beside the wall where Kagome had once been sitting lay the poem she had just written...lying discarded in a forgotten heap , overshadowed by the fluttering of two hearts that beat wildly beneath the chests of a human and half demon who had yet to realize the passion between them....



I close my eyes to dream each night
My fantasies know no heights
I see your face, your hand I hold
A touch, a kiss, passion untold
The silkiness of your skin on mine
This I wish for all the time
To touch and hold, to taste and see
With you I only wish to be
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I hope you all liked this chapter, though I'm not sure yet if I do....but I hope you all do though....The poem at the end of this chappy is mine and was origionally posted to fictionpress....and was written for my husband..yeah, yeah..I know...I'm OLD>>>>no not really...still twenty something. If anyone else is interested in those the link is on my profile page....and to those who have already found and read them...I thank you all.....Please let me know if this chappy was okay....until the next one...Neisha