InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Of Kings and Betrayal ❯ Ramen For The Hanyou Soul ( Chapter 3 )

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Ch. 3 Ramen for the Hanyou Soul

 

 

 

Inuyasha groaned as he felt the world come back to him slowly. 'The stupid bastards must've cut me down too soon… or is this what it feels like to be dead?'

 

He contemplated the previous events as he tried to grasp the reality of his current situation, wondering about the ambiance around him. Had he really been… set free? Was it all over… everything, was it gone? Was he gone? No…

 

Even with his dulled hearing and sense of smell, he could make out the proximity of someone's presence. He tried to keep very still, keeping his breathing quiet and his eyes tightly shut. He really wasn't dead, was he? …Sure, he wasn't really religious… at all, but this couldn't be the aftermath of death… could it? Was this place, wherever he was, really life after death?…No… something had gone wrong. `Keh! I really am disaster prone…'

 

 

As his senses slowly began to settle back in, he realized something wasn't right. His nose told him that it wasn't a mass gravesite in which he found himself. As he took in his surroundings, processing every scent his nose could catch, he came to the conclusion that he was in a home; a well inhabited home. He could smell one person very nearby. 'Female, definitely female.' He confirmed as the alluring scent of spring lilies assailed his nose.

 

`Fuck.. how the hell did I end up here?' So he hadn't died after all… he hadn't been released from his misery… he couldn't even die properly…

 

As his body regained feeling, he could tell that he was healing at a habitual speed, though his throat, cottony and dry, was still screaming. These indications confirmed that he was indeed still alive. Still alive… and still obligated to resume his hellish life.

 

He recognized that he was lying on his back on something soft and comfortable, a thick, heavy blanket sheltering his sore body.

 

He heard the presence move closer and instinctively he lay motionless. The smell of the female was very close. Too close. The soft sound of water caught his ear as a damp rag was placed on his forehead. 'Keh! A female? Taking care of me? A new fucking low…,' he inwardly scowled.

 

He had two choices at the moment, wake the fuck up and just storm out of there, or play this out and leave when he was alone…. There were probably better, more obvious choices but he was desperate… and half dead. Only half, though…

 

Slowly, he opened his amber eyes.

 

Option B it was… too late to turn back now…

 

At first, everything was blurred, and he could only make out blotches of color. As he blinked a few times, he decided to throw in a groan of discomfort for pity before the girl came into focus. The longer he took advantage of her hospitality the better off he would be. She was alone in the house… at least for now… so this would be fairly easy.

 

Amber eyes widened as he took in her appearance. `It…can't be…' His breath immediately caught in his throat as his heart painfully constricted, bile vigorously rising in his stomach. That woman …and… this girl in front of him…. The face, those eyes….

 

`No fucking way… there's got to be a mistake!'

 

He blinked rapidly, hoping, wishing that what he had seen had only been his mind… seeing what it wanted to see…

 

No… her face didn't transform; it didn't alter in any way.

 

Long, raven locks were loosely twisted into a braid at the nape of her neck, bright, cobalt eyes glimmered in the dim sunlight that filtered throughout the room. She couldn't have been any older than sixteen in human years….

 

Her face was a mask of concern as she looked down at him, dark brows furrowing together. Her eyes… so similar… and yet so foreign. They held something different in them… something vivid, alive… `She… isn't her…'

 

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her voice soft and calming, but stained with apprehension. She may have looked almost identical to her… but he could undoubtedly distinguish the differences now… it was silly of him to have mistaken this girl for her…

 

`Stupid…'

 

Go figure. Fate wouldn't let him escape this cruel world…. So it had to shove him into the hands of some look-alike… some one really loathed his existence…

 

"Wa.. water..." He choked out. He hated how pathetic that had sounded but his throat was very dry and a cool drink sounded quite appealing. The girl nodded and disappeared from his line of vision. `Dammit, I'm going for injured, not fucking pathetic.' The hanyou rolled his eyes as the girl reappeared with a glass of water in her hand. Good, the faster he got his drink of water… the less distracted he would be from his new tasks at hand… 1) go give those human bastards a real reason to hang him.. and 2) end his misery…

 

After placing the glass of water on a table nearby, she quietly walked to the bedside. "I'm going to help you sit up, okay?" She asked, taking the cloth from his head. 'Keh! Like I need help from a pathetic human… but the longer I play this out, the better off I'll be…', he reassured himself as he nodded his response. She placed her arm underneath his back and gently lifted him into a sitting position.

 

He was surprised that her touch, unlike that of almost every other human he had come in contact with, wasn't disdainful. It was warm and gentle, making him feel safe and secure. He inwardly scowled at the thought of becoming 'soft' over the kindness of one human female. Too much shit had happened to him after trusting a human female…. Not this time!

 

"Here you go. Do you need any help?" She offered, extending the glass of water to him. He took the glass with a shake of his head, and downed it in one gulp. She gently smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair back into the messy braid. His eyes captivated the young girl, holding his golden gaze as a small blush crept onto her face. The hanyou cocked a brow in confusion, `Oo..kay…'

 

 

"More." He demanded, breaking the awkward silence as he averted his eyes. She smiled again and filled the glass once more with the pitcher that was set on the table.

He downed about three more glasses before his thirst was satisfied which meant … go time.

 

"You were thirsty." She said with a bright smile. "Are you hungry as well?" He was about to answer when his stomach growled. Inwardly scolding his stomach, the hanyou thought about his last meal. He had last eaten that morning, before the small army had shown up, and judging by the light coming through the window, it was already getting dark. She softly laughed, "I'll go fix you something. If you need me, please don't hesitate to call." He nodded as he watched her retreat out the door. `This wench is fucking psychotic. What's with all the smiling and staring?'

 

While she was gone, he began taking a closer look at his surroundings. He was lying on a warm futon covered with a hand made quilt. Off to his right was a worn out end table with a basin of water and the discarded cloth that was once over his head. The only other furniture in the room was a dresser with a large, dingy mirror. The room was very cabin like, with a rather old looking wooden floor. After looking around some more, a slap of realization hit him square in the face. 'Oh shit. Did this girl..... did she save me? But why? Keh! She better not want repayment for her stupid action cause she ain't getting it!' Actually, come to think of it… why was he still here? Shouldn't he be exhausting his revenge on those village assholes? He narrowed his eyes before his nose began to twitch.

 

The air was slowly filling with an incredible aroma. It smelled of cooking meat, and some cooking herbs he couldn't quite place. The smell was warm and made his stomach growl louder. He was about to get up and follow the smell to its source when the girl once again entered the room. She was carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming liquid on it. One sniff told him that this was the source of the delicious smell. She placed the tray in his lap, and he looked down at the bowl. It was a chicken based broth with long noodles floating inside. He picked up the provided chopsticks and poked at the soup. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The girl must've sensed his confusion because she quickly spoke up.

 

"It's called Ramen. It's good, it'll help you heal faster." He eyed her carefully for any signs of trickery. `Keh. Heal me faster…like I need it…' She smiled disarmingly, eyes shining as she managed to capture his gaze once again. They burned into his own amber orbs, unconsciously fueling a dying flame within him. He had seen those eyes before; they had peered into his very soul once, searching, calculating, understanding. He suddenly shuddered as he snapped out of his reverie.

 

This girl didn't seem as the type to hurt anyone, and the Ramen didn't smell of poison. Then again… looks could be deceiving… Peeling his eyes away from her, he carefully picked up a few noodles and ate them. 'This. Is. The. Best. Damn. Thing. Ever!' Were his last thoughts as he quickly inhaled the broth, and thrust the bowl out for more. The young girl's smiled never wavered as she took the bowl back to the kitchen for a refill. He finished off four more bowls before satisfying his hunger. That's when he began to feel tired. Tired and unbelievably comfortable. Too comfortable… wasn't he supposed to be somewhere right now? Doing something to some people….?

 

The day had been a lot more exhausting than he had thought as he slowly felt the weight of the day's events settle in. The girl took the bowl and tray away from him and existed the room, closing the door behind her. The futon he was lying in was beckoning him to give way into the feeling of exhaustion, and he wasn't putting up much of a fight. He snuggled into the warmth and closed his heavy eyes. He would only rest for a little while… then he would sneak out. He couldn't take much of all of this…. As sleep overtook his sense, he couldn't help but wonder why she had saved him…. And why did she have her face… why him…? 

 

A/N: Yep, it's short. My apologies. I'm not exactly sure when I wrote this story or at least…started, so it's kinda hard to change the whole concept of one thing without interfering with the rest of the story's plot. I'll be honest; my fucking laziness is being hard pressed into taking this story and starting all over again. I'm still wondering if I should. I have another story that I'm working on and I'd rather devote all (or at least most) of my energy into finishing that project up. Anyway, please R & R. I know it's only the beginning of the story and the plot hasn't developed yet but the encouragement helps. XD

 

Man, I need to shut up…

-Samsara