InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Joint Momentum ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Ryukii 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 843 | Visits: 281 | Status: Work In Progress
heart beat
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 843 | Visits: 281 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Don’t own a thing, just my lap top and very nimble fingers! Once again * takes hat off to Rumiko Takahashi*
Chapter 2: Revelations as the mist clears
She didn’t even think. Instinct took over. She found herself at his side, cooing gently, praying to anything out there that this would have an effect on him. For that brief moment she cursed all the Kamis out there that she didn’t have the power of a trained miko, like her former self, the one whom he considered the better one.
“Inuyasha shhh…its okay…..shhhhh I’m here and I’m gonna fix it, I promise what ever happened, I’m gonna fix it shhhhh…..it will all be okay…”
She traced his rigid form, still balled up in the fetal position. Her hands a feather light touch along his skin, coaxing him to allow her to touch him and not flinch under her healing hands infused with her holy ki.
So intently focused on her hands was she, that she didn’t even notice the gentle rocking of his form in a childish attempt to alleviate some of the pain. She took on his rocking rhythm in time with him and slowly, along with her soft voice and light hands she felt her way to the opening of his haori.
Tears streamed down her face as she fought back the urge to take him into herself and ease, even if it was just a fraction, the deep pain that he was going through. The tears burnt her cheeks as they traced the outline of her face, tears filled with shared pain and agony that she fell for him.
Slowly she removed his haori, taking on a mothering role, she set it aside. Moving to take of his under Kimono that had turned a deep magenta, leaving no evidence that it ever was a pristine white. She began to hum softly when she felt him tense underneath her hands once again. A song that had not left her lips since her father had passed so many years ago formed in her mind and left her form, filling the room with the soothing notes, her voice, shaky but consistent, soft and gentle.
The soothing sound eventually reached his ears and he found he relaxed automatically. Her voice and presence surrounded him and relaxed him, engulfed in her aura all he could do was relax as all his barriers fell as they always did when he was around her. He found that he had relaxed enough and the wave of pain that had struck him seemed to have subsided enough for him to dare and open his eyes once again.
Slightly opening them, his eyes caught hers and he flashed her a reassuring look before they fell closed again. She read him perfectly and continued to remove his under kimono. She slid it off his bicep, tracing his well toned upper arm with her other hand. Slowly she began to remove the sleeve from its wrap around his arm, moving his arm in the process in order to get it off.
Then it hit her, she saw a deep gouge reaching deep into his chest, piercing his very being and she understood. Her dream, all the images, blood, death, lives lost to the darkness… It all came together like a well designed plan, all the small pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together and a picture was starting to form, this she understood, her dream… it was just the beginning.
Blood escaped the wound threatening to never end, running down his chest onto his defined abdomen and into his puffy, now baggy pants. She flinched before placing her hand over his heart, fingers fluttering from shock, a few centimeters away from the hole.
She needed to feel his heart, make sure that he was still alive. After a few seconds of pained anticipation, she felt it, his heartbeat, broken and shattered but still there, faint and distant. With each thump of his heart she regained her composure and found herself….
Dadump………..falling………….dadump………………feeling………………..
………Hope……….
……..Dadump……
…….Breath………..
…….Dadump………..
………the………..
……..Dadump……….
……..will…………..
………dadump………….
………..to…………..
…………dadump…………….
…………survive………………
It was there; right there with the slow rise and fall of his chest, his hot breath almost encasing her face, she saw it, a small glimmer, a spark in the never ending void that was his wound, the glint of crystal embedded in the bleeding raw flesh.
A Shikon Shard.
A/N: So sorry its so short, I have to break it up to post it! I'll try and post the chapters a lot sooner! Hope you guys like…….
Let me know what you think………
Until next time………
Chapter 2: Revelations as the mist clears
She didn’t even think. Instinct took over. She found herself at his side, cooing gently, praying to anything out there that this would have an effect on him. For that brief moment she cursed all the Kamis out there that she didn’t have the power of a trained miko, like her former self, the one whom he considered the better one.
“Inuyasha shhh…its okay…..shhhhh I’m here and I’m gonna fix it, I promise what ever happened, I’m gonna fix it shhhhh…..it will all be okay…”
She traced his rigid form, still balled up in the fetal position. Her hands a feather light touch along his skin, coaxing him to allow her to touch him and not flinch under her healing hands infused with her holy ki.
So intently focused on her hands was she, that she didn’t even notice the gentle rocking of his form in a childish attempt to alleviate some of the pain. She took on his rocking rhythm in time with him and slowly, along with her soft voice and light hands she felt her way to the opening of his haori.
Tears streamed down her face as she fought back the urge to take him into herself and ease, even if it was just a fraction, the deep pain that he was going through. The tears burnt her cheeks as they traced the outline of her face, tears filled with shared pain and agony that she fell for him.
Slowly she removed his haori, taking on a mothering role, she set it aside. Moving to take of his under Kimono that had turned a deep magenta, leaving no evidence that it ever was a pristine white. She began to hum softly when she felt him tense underneath her hands once again. A song that had not left her lips since her father had passed so many years ago formed in her mind and left her form, filling the room with the soothing notes, her voice, shaky but consistent, soft and gentle.
The soothing sound eventually reached his ears and he found he relaxed automatically. Her voice and presence surrounded him and relaxed him, engulfed in her aura all he could do was relax as all his barriers fell as they always did when he was around her. He found that he had relaxed enough and the wave of pain that had struck him seemed to have subsided enough for him to dare and open his eyes once again.
Slightly opening them, his eyes caught hers and he flashed her a reassuring look before they fell closed again. She read him perfectly and continued to remove his under kimono. She slid it off his bicep, tracing his well toned upper arm with her other hand. Slowly she began to remove the sleeve from its wrap around his arm, moving his arm in the process in order to get it off.
Then it hit her, she saw a deep gouge reaching deep into his chest, piercing his very being and she understood. Her dream, all the images, blood, death, lives lost to the darkness… It all came together like a well designed plan, all the small pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together and a picture was starting to form, this she understood, her dream… it was just the beginning.
Blood escaped the wound threatening to never end, running down his chest onto his defined abdomen and into his puffy, now baggy pants. She flinched before placing her hand over his heart, fingers fluttering from shock, a few centimeters away from the hole.
She needed to feel his heart, make sure that he was still alive. After a few seconds of pained anticipation, she felt it, his heartbeat, broken and shattered but still there, faint and distant. With each thump of his heart she regained her composure and found herself….
Dadump………..falling………….dadump………………feeling………………..
………Hope……….
……..Dadump……
…….Breath………..
…….Dadump………..
………the………..
……..Dadump……….
……..will…………..
………dadump………….
………..to…………..
…………dadump…………….
…………survive………………
It was there; right there with the slow rise and fall of his chest, his hot breath almost encasing her face, she saw it, a small glimmer, a spark in the never ending void that was his wound, the glint of crystal embedded in the bleeding raw flesh.
A Shikon Shard.
A/N: So sorry its so short, I have to break it up to post it! I'll try and post the chapters a lot sooner! Hope you guys like…….
Let me know what you think………
Until next time………