InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love For a Demon ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Thoughts: '……'
Speech: "……"
Time/Setting Shift: ~*~

~ * ~ Love For a Demon ~ * ~
by huntress © 2004
Part 7

Inu Yasha woke early the next morning by the teasing smells of freshly cooked meat. Sitting up slowly in bed, his eyes scanning around the unfamiliar surrounds. The events of the last few days coming gradually back to him.

The fight, the fire, the alley, the memory-filled dream, his savour, the kiss…

He mentally cursed and kicked himself for recalling the little mistake. For remembering how good it felt when his lips touched hers, how she shivered and felt warm pressed up against him as her breath hitched when skin touched skin.

He was having a hard time believing that he lost control like that; he NEVER lost control over his actions. Sure he's never had much luck with women, even though countless numbers of female hell-spans have thrown themselves at him, but he never took interest in any as all were the same. Blood thirsty wenches looking for the strongest male to mate with in order to produce strong offsprings'. Inu Yasha had only wished that such a thing was his case.

No, female's only wanted him because of his rank and position. They never wanted him, just the power that he had at the tips of his fingers. What female wouldn't want such great power?

Inu Yasha sighed, taking his time getting out of bed and checking over his injuries to see if the dressing needed changing or not. Some of the minor wounds were healed, using the tips of his claws to dig out the stitches no longer needed, others, like the deeper gashes on his arm, hip and thigh, were healing nicely but required another day to fully close. The hole in his chest was still too big to leave unwrapped and tightly bounded, stipulating two maybe three days at the most.

It still bothered him why he was having difficulties healing. He's never had a problem in the past with previous wounds, why now? Did it have to do with that needle laying on the bottom of the waste basket? Did that girl inject him with something to keep him from healing, if so, then why bother saving him if she did not mean to let him heal?

Inu Yasha breathed in deeply, trying to control the sudden anger that surfaced at not knowing what was happening to him. The smell of roasted meat slapping his senses causing his nose to twitch and stomach to growl with suppressed hunger.

'I sure hope they know how to cook.'

Inu Yasha half limped out of the room, using the walls of the hallway as support as he made his why to the kitchen. He straighten as he reached the doorway of where the intoxicating smells were coming from, taking in the delicious fragrance of food.

A woman stood at the far left of the large kitchen, wearing a blue robe with white swirls on it, long black hair swept up into a low, loose ponytail. She looked older than the girl that had saved him and who he had talked to the night before, her brown eyes holding years of wisdom and deep hurts and loses.

"I was wondering when you would be getting up." She said without looking up at him, her eyes fixed on mixing the containments of the large yellow bowl she held. "I was half hoping that you would go ahead and died in your sleep, but as it seems luck wasn't on my side. I have to say, when dressing wounds and making miracles, that Kagome is a natural."

Inu Yasha thought about what the older woman said, the new name rolling around in his head. 'The girl from last night… Kagome… Where do I know that name?'

"You're Sango." It wasn't a question.

"That's right." She turned towards the over stuffed stove, putting a flat burner on top of the counter top and plugging it into the wall. She flipped some food over while waiting for the burner to heat up, the sound of sizzling meeting Inu Yasha's ears as the smell hit his nose. Several pieces of bacon, sausage, and ham were pulled out of the pans and put on a plate off to the side, more meat being put in their places.

Inu Yasha had to admit that the woman knew how to cook. The three pans of meat being surrounded by a large pan of what looked like scrambled eggs, a pan cooking French toast, a waffle burner, a toaster and now the newly placed burner that was meant for whatever it was that was in the large yellow bowl.

"If you're just going to stand there, make yourself useful." Sango said, pouring a large portion of batter onto the pre-heated burner three times. "Grab that knife sitting there," she indicated to the counter table sitting in the middle of the room, "and cut some of those pieces of fruits up. I can't do everything, you know."

Inu Yasha did as he was told, sitting down on one of the four high stools that surrounded the counter table. Grabbing a few random pieces of fruit and cutting them into bite size chunks. "Where would you like me to put the cut pieces?"

Sango flipped her pancakes, emptied more meat onto her plate, and flipped the eggs. "Just there in the white bowl sitting in front of you."

Inu Yasha nodded, putting the pieces of fruit into the bowl she nodded her head towards before continuing with his job, reaching and picking up a handful of strawberries.

"So tell me," Sango broke the silence. "What do people call you?"

"If you're asking about my name, I don't have one." Inu Yasha growled. "At least… not anymore."

"Oh, come on! You have to be called something! You can't just go around without a name."

Inu Yasha thought for a minute. Surely there was no way he could give them his real name. What would they do if they found out who he really was? Kill him, of course. It was the only real thing that they could do, and he wouldn't stand a chance. At least not in his current condition.

"Memui…" he said after a while.

"What?"

"You may call me Memui."

Sango shook her head. "That's not a name! That's just another way of having people call you by no name at all!"

Inu Yasha sighed, crossing his arms across his chest. "Your point?"

"It's a stupid name!"

"Yeah, well… so is Sango!" Inu Yasha snapped angrily.

Sango turned off the stove and all of the appliances around her before turning around, her eyes holding the look of rage in them. With her hands clenched into tight fists at her side, in three long strides she was standing directly in front of him. The look of pure murder written in every pore of her body.

Inu Yasha gazed up into Sango's heated gaze. He could tell that she was angry with him for what he said, guilt grabbing at him for insulting her the way he did. He was still angry at himself for last night, for losing his control like he did and not being able to control his body.

Inu Yasha opened his mouth to apologise for snapping at her, the words moving from his throat to his lips where they were cut off as a fist connected to the side if his jaw. He smirked a little to himself and turned back to face the woman that hit him, a humorous glow shinning in her brown eyes in replacement of her anger.

"Feel better now?" He asked calmly, his own eyes showing a hint of humour.

"Much."

~ * ~

"Good. You're doing well, Kagome."

Miroku stood back to the side and watched Kagome continue her morning training exercises. She was getting better with her offence techniques, hours of hard work and labour finally paying off. Though he still had to admit that her defence was definitely her strongest quality.

He had spent the last six months training her how to use her defensive move to her advantage, how to reflect and repel her opponents moves back at them without even breaking a sweat. She still had trouble with the occasional up close attacks and hands weapons. Her skills with daggers, swords, and staffs strong yet weak at the same time. Strong enough to hold off her attackers but not nearly good enough to hold her own against a fully trained demon. However, her skills with shadow blades were remarkably well but nothing could compare with her skills with a bow and arrow. Miroku had to admit that Kagome was the best archer that he had ever met or seen, the only person he could call a true master of marksmanship.

"Again!" Miroku commanded as she finished her stretches and rounds.

Kagome tried to keep her breathing even and steady as she got into position once again. She ordered her heart to calm and her body to relax all muscles, as she waited patiently for Miroku's signal to begin.

She crouched low as the soft sound of Miroku's whistle flowed to her ears, pushing her arms out in front of her with palms facing out. She seemed to lose herself in the moves, flowing from position to position with ease. The mixture of breathing techniques and pre-stretches taking over her body in flawless movements.

'Keep breathing steady. Move with your thoughts, not your body. Let the movements move you, not the moves. Feel yourself connect and become one with your thoughts. Don't rush - move slowly and gracefully.'

Kagome suddenly snapped her right arm forward, her hand closed tightly into a fist. Miroku's second whistle signalling for her to switch into battle movements. She moved quickly and effectively, her moves sharp and flawless. Her breath coming out in quick puffs every time she struck out, rapidly inhaling before striking out again. A third whistle hit her ears and she was moving faster, using combinations of different moves.

Punch - punch - turn - block. Block- turn - kick. Jump - kick - block. Pose - punch - turn - spin kick. Kick - Kick - turn - crouch - upper cut. Turn - kick - punch. Block - kick - punch. Jump - turn - crouch - trip.

'That's it Kagome… Just keep it together… calm breaths, sharp movements. Just a little longer.'

Kagome ignored the sudden cramp that tensed up the muscle in her left calf, never losing step in her routine. She spun again and snapped her right leg out into a high kick and held.

"Good." Miroku clapped, knowing full well that her left leg was cramped and hurt to hold onto that position for too long. "That's enough for this morning. We'll pick it up again later this evening."

Kagome slowly put her leg down, gently flexing the muscle in her left calf. "It's only a minor cramp. Let's do it once more."

"Kagome, you've already gone through the steps seven times! Anymore and you won't be able to walk." Miroku said a hint of warning in his voice ass he walked over. He smiled and handed her a towel and her water bottle. "Besides I can smell Sango's cooking, and I for one am starving."

"But you're always hungry!"

Miroku laughed. "Yeah, can you blame me?"

Kagome shook her head. No, she couldn't blame him. Sango's cooking was one of his few weaknesses and she had to admit that she herself has a little weakness for the older woman's cooking too. They actually had to train twice as long and twice as hard just to work off the extra fat and weight they put on because of the pounds they put on. Not to mention their normal everyday work out sessions.

Sometimes she had often wondered if Sango had planned it all, just to get them to train harder. After all, she had threatened to do so in the past.

Kagome hung he towel over the back of her neck, using the ends to wipe off the access sweat and perspiration from her neck and face. She followed Miroku towards the stairs to the kitchen, opening and drinking deeply from her water bottle.

Maybe Miroku was right. Maybe she did work too hard.

Laughter reached her ears as she made it to the top of the stairs. The scene of Sango sitting and laughing with 'him' at the middle counter table meeting her gaze. He on the other hand, wasn't laughing but the humorous glow in his eyes and the small smirk her wore told her that he was having just as much fun.

"Hey!" Sango waved to them. "You're just in time. There's eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, hash browns, French toast, regular toast, waffles, pancakes and a fruit salad that Memui made for desert. Dig in!"

Kagome remained where she was as Miroku went about making his plate, kissing Sango lightly on the check as he passed by.

"Looks great!" Memui, huh?" Miroku raised an eyebrow but didn't press the matter, extending a hand out to where Inu Yasha was seated. "Miroku; monk, spell caster, charmer and teacher."

"Don't forget leech!"

"Sango, my dear. Why do you hurt me so with such painful words?"

"Because it's true!" Sango hit her boyfriend up side the head with the palm of her hand. Earning a roar of laughter from Inu Yasha. "Come on, Kagome. Eat!"

"Oh, uh… no thanks." Kagome declined, moving pass the happy little trio and headed towards her room. "I think I'll just take a shower and get ready to go."

"Oh, right…" Miroku said. "We have a meeting with the elders today."

"Baka! How could you forget something like that?" Sango raged, missing the wicked gleam and evil smirk that appeared on Miroku's face.

Miroku lightly placed his hand on Sango's butt and gently rubbed. "Why, I have NO idea…"

"HENTAI!"

Kagome walked away laughing to herself, leaving poor dear 'Memui' to defend alone to defend himself.

She took her time getting her clean cloths for the day and gathering her bathroom supplies, not feeling the slightest bit in a hurry. She wanted to enjoy her shower today and to give her sore, tense muscle a chance to relax.

She closed the bathroom door behind her, turning all of the locks to keep out certain unwanted company. Namely a peeking leech masquerading around as a monk.

Kagome turned on the shower, playing around with the water's temperature until she had it the way she liked it. Setting her shampoo, conditioner and body wash on the small metal self inside the show stall and putting her towels and cloths on the counter, while she pulled the hair tie out of her hair. Allowing her long, black strains to fall over her shoulders and half way down her back.

She undressed leisurely, first removing her sports bra tank-top and her spandex shorts before taking off her under-garments, and climbed under the hot spray of water.

'Heaven…' Kagome sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to wet her hair. Instantly she could feel her muscles begin to relax under the smooth, gently but firm water massage.

This… she could never get enough of. Standing under the assault of the shower head with the water turned up to an almost unbearable temperature. There was nothing in the world that could compare to this… other than a nice hot bubble bath…

'His kiss was just as nice…'

Kagome growled at the sudden thought. It was something that she did not want to think about right now, or ever again for that matter. She did NOT enjoy it! She refused to admit that the feeling of his warm body pressed against her made her blush, that the very look at him made her breath hitch and her heart skip a beat. That kiss, rather a slight brush of his lips, did nothing to her - there was no way that a small contact like that could make her feel weak, helpless and vulnerable to his every touch. There was simple no way!

Sighing again, half in delight half in confusion, Kagome reached for her shampoo. Pouring an even amount into the palm of her hand. The calming smell of lilacs teasing her nose with sweetness. She didn't rush washing her hair, making sure to cover every inch of her head before going about rising and applying some more for a second and last wash. Reaching for her wild berry scented conditioner as she finished rinsing the last remaining bubbles from her hair.

She couldn't help thinking about "Memui", though. She knew that that couldn't possbably be his real name, using it isn't so that he didn't have to tell them what it really was. But why would her do that? Why would he wish to hind his identity from them? Surely there was nothing worse then being exiled and taken in by your enemy… was there?

Kagome angled her head out from under the spray as to not wash out any of the conditioning substance from her hair. Moving on to her body wash, squeezing a fair amount onto the white, fluffy lo-pa.

She moved the round sponge-like ball around her body. Going over a few areas and spots until there was no soap left to use.

"Kagome! Hurry it up in there. We'll be leaving in half an hour."

Kagome moaned in protect to Sango's warning. There was no way that she had been in the shower that long… could she?

"Okay, I'll be right out."

She ducked back under the shower head and rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. Making a mental note that a bath later on this evening was highly possible right after her nightly training.

She turned the water off, pulling her hair quickly over her shoulder to ring out any access water then stepped out of the shower stall. Grabbing one towel and wrapping it around her wet head and using the other one to pat herself dry.

She dressed as fast as her uniform would allow her, putting on the disguise that she was assigned and making sure that there was no wrinkles in any parts of the fabric.

Kagome never really did understand why they were not allowed to pick out which disguises they wore. Having their lives and professions chosen by the elders by how they looked and what they once did in their past lives. But why couldn't she have been a doctor in her previous life? What in their right minds made them pick THIS, of all things, for her to do?

She unwrapped the towel from her hair, putting a quick brush through the long wet strains before leaving the bathroom. Grabbing her stuff from her room before meeting the others by the front door.

Inu Yasha's eyes went wide as Kagome rounded the corner wearing a school uniform, the hem of the dark green skirt reaching high on her thighs.

Sango and Miroku had explained things to him about the whole notion of disguises that they wore, while Kagome was in the shower. And how important it was that he was assigned to one as well if he was permitted to stay with them.

He had learned that Sango owned her own dojo downtown that teaches different types and methods of martial arts to all ages, being a master fighter and champion in a pervious life. Miroku, as it seemed, worked at the local university teaching Historical Art of Analogy and Religion. Even though it was difficult for the elders to decide upon thus or making him an actual priest in a church. But even with as much history as he had as a monk in his past lives, the elders decided to go with something less obvious. But Kagome on the other hand…

Kagome wasn't assigned a job like Miroku nor did she own her own business like Sango. Instead, Kagome was assigned with the young adult life due to her youthful looks. She was enrolled in a private pep school meant for those who wish to go on as lawyers, doctors, psychiatrists or businessmen.

Inu Yasha knew full well that if the elders decided the let him join with them, that he too would be assigned to a lifestyle. Not that it matter which life they believed was the best for him, Inu Yasha was going to enrol into the same school as Kagome. There was no way that he was going to let her out of his sight. After all, it was now his sworn duty to protect her at all costs.

"Took you long enough, wench!"

Kagome growled at him, the look in her eyes having the power to make any guy swallow in fear. Well, almost every guy. "The name's Kagome, 'Memui'. KA-GO-ME."

Inu Yasha crossed his arms into the sleeves of his robes, mumbling a "feh" and a "whatever bitch".

"Why you little!"

"Alright children, it's time to go." Miroku jumped in before Kagome could finish her sentence. Knowing from pervious experience that it was something terrifying and something that Memui would end up fighting with her about all the way to the elders' sanctuary. "It's going to be a long drive."

"And an even longer day." Sango agreed, watching along side Miroku as Inu Yasha and Kagome hissed at each other back and forth to the car. "A very long day."

~ * ~