InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If only in my Dreams ❯ Torment ( Chapter 26 )

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

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If Only in my Dreams ch26


Kohaku pushed himself forward-the burning in his calves and thighs nearly crippling his progress through the dense forest.
His mind remained a jumbled mess of haunting images. He closed his eyes again against the visions that assaulted him- moments frozen in time surrounded in curtains of blood and the screams of the dying. Flashes of faces blurred in and out of view, their names on the tip of some forgotten memory as again the picture shifted into something new.
His eyes shot open in terror before he sank to his knees clutching his fisted hands to his chest as some hidden pain surfaced to relive itself alongside the vision.
Vaguely he saw the shimmer of metal in the distance; heard the clang of a chain and could almost feel it sliding smoothly through his palm, but in an instant the glistening metal was replaced by crimson rain as he watched his Father die before him- a victim of his own child's weapon.Again his vision was manipulated instead showing him the very same weapon now deeply embedded within his sister's back, its chain connecting to his small hand, as he watched her fall.
Shifting again he screamed reliving the pain of the impact of that first arrow, then the second, and third. The image of his sister's crying face killed him: her body lay riddled with arrows atop his own as he watched from some far off place, his pain having been replaced by a deep sense of sadness.
Finally the images subsided. Staggering to his feet, he took a few steps forward, his thoughts on finding his sister..she was still alive, and he had to find her.
Hours passed and still he trudged further. Fatigue wrapped leaded arms about his shoulders as night fell upon him. Darkness crept over the land enveloping each living thing within its vast reaches. The voice in his head demanded he continue walking.
"Find her!" it screamed, its anger welling up within his skull until he whimpered with the pain of it. Flashes of memory raced past his vision again before suddenly evaporating like the mist of a cold winter's day.
"Find her!"
It echoed more loudly this time, its demand reaching his beaten body as it tried desperately to heed its call. Spasms of pain ricocheted within his head - each building upon the last until tears fell from his tortured gaze and again he fell to his knees. His soiled hands raised to cradle his head in an effort to comfort his own torment.
" Stop, please just stop." he cried beginning to rock himself gently, the motion causing a surge of nausea to sweep through him. Pain engulfed him and within it he could feel his own heartbeat pulsing within his head. The base of his skull nearly burned, the agony was so intense.He cried hysterically curling himself instinctively into a fetal position, his knees and forearms resting against the cold forest floor. He didn't know how long he lay there, or when the voice stopped whispering in his head. He sobbed uncontrollably, his hurt knowing no end just as time failed to have any meaning. Somewhere in his tortured mind it registered that the sun had risen and set again, and yet he found that any movement sent violent spasms of pain shooting through him and ultimately he gave up. Perhaps this pain would consume him; perhaps this was his punishment for the unmentionable evils he had committed through the years. Perhaps this was his Hell.
Distantly he could hear a feminine humming, though he was unsure of where it came from. In sweet bliss he welcomed the soothing comfort that warmed him before the silence of darkness welcomed him...
x
Sango bathed silently beneath the light of the moon, her thoughts centered around a certain monk.
He had been lost in thought as of late, had hardly touched her since their passionate meeting a few days back when they had arrived back at Kaede's hut.
She knew he didn't doubt their relationship, but still wondered why he had pulled away from her kisses when things had become heated.
Shippo had gone with Kaede to help her with some of the ill in the next village. She had thought that this time alone would certainly provide them some much needed ' alone ' time. They had waited so long for this. So many years of denying their feelings- of hiding their desires.
She didn't want to wait anymore. Did that make her a wanton woman? Did that make her in some way less desirable?
She had never wished so much for Kagome's advice as she wished for it now.
She took in the beauty that surrounded her- allowed it to sooth away her doubt. The spring she bathed in lay sheltered within a grove of trees; a large rock wall towered in its center- a divider she and Kagome had deemed it- for the male side of the spring and the female side. It had served its purpose over the years, when it was actually used, of course, as there were several springs nearby to choose from. She had chosen this one tonight for the seclusion it provided. Seldom used, it offered her the rare opportunity of some much needed quiet time to search her thoughts -especially those concerning her lecherous love...
Making her way to the darker side of the spring she leaned into its roughness. Just beyond the jutting rock lay a smooth rock she often used to sit upon. The warm trickle of a tiny waterfall ran over her shoulder to chase away the night chill as she lay her head back and closed her eyes to the beauty surrounding her.
She wondered where Kohaku was, where he had wound up, and if he knew yet of Naraku's demise. But more pronounced in her thoughts was what would happen once the jewel shard was removed from his shoulder in order to complete the jewel-his shard was the only one missing.
She wondered if it was the jewel that had kept him alive all these years, or if it had been Naraku's evil that had done that deed; and if so, did Kohaku live even now? Would he be able to be found? The thought brought tears to her eyes as she replayed the day he was born in her mind.She smiled then- her memory dancing brilliantly before her eyes as she watched his first smile and heard the innocence of his first real laugh.
But he was no longer the child he was when Naraku had taken him from her. Six years...six long years had come and gone. He was now almost nineteen. A far cry from the child she had watched grow before her very eyes. And somewhere out there he was alone, and her heart demanded she find him.
She made her way from the spring then- her body shivering beneath the cool night breeze. She dried herself quickly before pulling her Kimono over her slender shoulders and hurrying toward the village.
She was so caught up with tying her sash that she failed to notice as Miroku stepped into her path of travel and she stumbled into his chest.
A circle of warmth wrapped around her and before she fully realized what had happened she found herself relaxing within his soft embrace.
"I was worried when you didn't return earlier, so I waited here for you." he murmured into her hair.
"I swear I didn't peak."
"You don't want me anymore, do you Miroku...?" she whispered.
Stunned, he pulled away from her, his hand raising to pull her face up to meet his.
"Whatever gave you such a silly notion." he questioned. He studied her quietly. She was upset and lonely.
"You haven't touched me since we've been here. You pull away from me when our kisses become heated, why?" A soft blush stained her cheeks. Her cool composure did little to hide to sadness that lit beneath the cinnamon brown of her gaze.
"You wanted to find Kohaku first. I thought you would want to wait.Was I wrong?" he whispered, his breath caressing her lips in heated torture.
"Yes."
Her soft reply shocked and pleased him. But he wanted her to be sure. He wanted her to make the first move, to instigate their first intimate encounter. He wanted to be sure that this was what SHE wanted above all else.
"What about Kohaku? Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait. There are many things to consider. You could become pregnant Sango. I am very ...fertile." he said before grinning lopsidedly trying to ease the mood a bit. He could wait. For her he would wait a lifetime if need be.
She realized in that moment what he had been doing. He had backed away thinking that she would want to wait longer, so that they could find her brother. And while her heart ached at the thought of Kohaku, she also knew that life had to begin anew somehow, somewhere. She wasn't aboutto waste one more second of it dwelling on things she couldn't change, nor things that were better left in the past. They would look for, and find Kohaku, but they would do it together, as a family...be it with or without children in tow. And with her mind made up she raised her hand, her finger digging into the folds of his robes...
"You are also a hormonally driven male who thinks to highly of himself..." she ranted, her finger poking him repeatedly in the chest as she walked him backwards into a small grove of trees. " and a man who can't seem to fish his mind OUT of the gutter on any normal day- whose hands are just as lecherous as his mind ..." she continued...before pausing to look into his widening blue eyes and nearly laughing as she took in the way his mouth draped open in disbelief. "And I wouldn't have you any other way." she finished before standing upon her tippy toes and placing a not so chaste kiss upon his half open mouth.
Slowly he responded, his tongue slipping sensuously past her lips to taste of the sweetness within. He could nearly taste her innocence, could feel her lips move beneath his as she memorized the action they made. He felt her hands resting gently upon his chest, and in that moment he was unsure...He wanted this...oh how he wanted this. But she was pure- untouched by the lust of men...well except for him of course...and he hesitated.
She pulled from his embrace to study his face. She sensed his hesitation, but in this moment she was sure that she wanted this- that she wanted him. With a shy blush she reached for his hand, her fingers caressing his skin lightly as she moved him to touch upon the sash she had only recently tied.Molding his fingers along its length she helped him untie the knot holding it until she felt it loosen around her waist.
"Sango...are you?"
" Sh, no talking. Follow your heart Miroku. And if that is to confusing then follow your hands." she whispered.
With a groan he pulled her to him. She was so soft against him. He reached to cup her cheek, his eyes drowning in her beauty. "I love you Sango. " he murmured before leaning in to savour her essence once more.
Moving slowly he kissed the corner of her mouth before taking her bottom lip and suckling gently. Her heated moan urged him further as he tasted along her jaw line, the tender spot just past her ear, then made his way along the softness of her neck. She tasted new, fresh- like a first morning rain.
He barely noticed when his robes fell open-couldn't place when she had moved her hands to touch him. He felt her lips graze the front of his shoulder and couldn't control the shiver that raced along his skin when her tongue darted out to taste of his flesh.
He eased her to the ground before his fingers raised to push her kimono from her shoulders. Her head fell back as he trailed hot kisses along her collar bone. She lay bare before him, her pale skin glowing beneath the light of the moon and his fingers traced each scar upon her before he leaned in to kiss them, his tongue hot against her skin. She had never known any feeling like this...sweet,loving torment. Heat curled along her insides sending jolts of pleasure racing to every nerve. She felt alive. Loved. Cherished.
He was worshipping her-kissing away all the pain each scar had inflicted and replacing it with a molten heat so intense she wanted to pull away, and pull him closer all at the same time. Her breath came in ragged pants as she fought her desire to scream his name into the depths of the night.
Her hands found his robes and she pushed them from his body. Her fingers danced along his skin, each touch so soft he wondered if he were imaging their presence.
He'd long since lost track of whose hands removed whose clothing, and only knew that his robes were all that shielded their nakedness and their lovemaking from the forest surrounding them.
He loved her long into the night- took her innocence and replaced it with his undying love..and his heart before each lay lost within the love they had made.
" I love you..." Miroku whispered.
" I love you too...anata..." she murmured before curling into his side and allowing sleep to claim her.