InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Prisoner ❯ Fights Lost ( Chapter 32 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha does not belong to me

 

 

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Darkness was the only thing she felt while she had laid upon her dreary bed. Darkness was the thing she tasted when his lips had brushed against hers. And it was darkness that she had seen, avoided, been made to desire. Now that same feeling of dark had returned, crept its way into the very core of her soul but without acceptance or want. She had escaped it and so it had escaped from the corners of her mind, had lost its purpose when there was no reason to fear its appearance.

 

But she had let her guard down too quick. She had found comfort too soon. Away had she pushed the thoughts of Naraku's acts, so far away that she was shocked to come to terms that there were other touches such as his. Yet, not his at all.

 

Kagome didn't understand these thoughts that ran through her mind; the only thing she knew was that she had done wrong. That she had hurt Inuyasha when he had done nothing to deserve it. That everything that was taking place around them, all the lives that had been lost, all the blood that had been shed, all the tears that had fell; it was all because of her.

 

A tight expression claimed her face; a blank look captured her features. She tried to repress, but she failed. She didn't want to, but she was going to.

 

Her eyes held little emotion, her features little life as Kagome rose from the corner of the tent they had placed her in.

 

She had started this journey in darkness and had eventually been made to see the light. Now it was time to return.

 

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“Fuck off I said!”

 

“Hey! As soon as you tell me what the fuckin' hell you were thinking, I will!” Koga hit Inuyasha on the head with the hilt of his sword “You know she was crying? Crying! What the hell kinda person—hanyou are you anyways?! Damned no respect for a girl that's been through so much!”

 

“You walk on dangerous ground, wolf” Inuyasha growled, flinging the weapon from Koga's reach.

 

Inuyasha's eyes burned deep into the back of the wolf youkai as he went to retrieve his sword, setting his jaw and clenching his fist.

There was nothing right in his mind about the way that Koga could just claim Kagome from some order. The very notion of treating her like a piece of land to be bartered and gambled upon made him so hot he was sure his skin was boiling. Damn all the courts! Let them all burn to the fuckin' ground!

 

It was the courts that gave Naraku power, gave Kagome her pain and her fears. It was these damned aristocratic bastards that claimed to have known she was alive, yet done nothing to seek her out, nothing to take out Naraku while she was safe.

 

The courts didn't care for Kagome. And neither did Koga.

 

No.

 

He was set to wager his arm that the only one who actually cared about that incredible, remarkable, pretty, extremely generous girl—woman was himself.

 

But she doesn't care for you

 

A sweet remembrance of soft lips against his cheek tried to defend, the very promise she had wished him to keep spoke so clearly against it. Yet--

 

Her scream echoed through his mind, her wide glassy eyes looking up to him in such a way he had hoped to have never seen. The thoughts made him angry, made him want to lash in a fit from this strange, horrible feeling coursing through his blood.

 

She had seen him as Naraku in that moment, he knew it and hated the very thought. Part of him wanted to grasp her with a firm shake and tell her that she was so wrong. That Inuyasha and Naraku were two different things; how could she even compare them?!

 

The other half felt….felt like a thousand nettles had pierced his skin, going in so deep that the blood was all that was to be seen. He didn't want to be a Naraku….he hadn't acted like a Naraku and yet….that look. That fear. That scream. That…..Kagome.

 

What had he done?

 

Did he cross a line? Did he prick at an invisible barrier? The closeness had always been there, they're—his care for her had always shown in such a way.

 

There were still more demons to be faced….but—why did these things have to include him?!

 

As Koga came back, Inuyasha found himself knocking the wolf's sword away once more; farther than before. A range of emotions like nothing he had ever dreamt before were going on and it was something he couldn't control.

 

“What the hell?!” Koga punched him “Save the battles for the Guards asshole!”

 

“Fuck off” he rejoined angrily, though with less spirit

 

After retrieving his sword for the second time, Koga took his respective place at the hanyou's side “You sure you remember how to fight?”

 

“I can still knock you to your ass, can't I?”

 

“I'm saving my energy for battle” he replied bluntly “And hey—here's a thought. Don't mess this up”

 

“Keh. You think you're so high and mighty just because some fat old men tell you so; give you a few hundred worthless people to push around? They've deluded your brain and you can't even see it” Inuyasha shook his head before setting his eyes back ahead of them into the mist “I'd say you're the one who has messed up…”

 

Kouga growled “My army has—“

 

“It isn't even your army” Inuyasha hissed “It's my father's fighters you think you control. You have no right to it. You're a substitute, not even good enough to run your own kingdom's battles”

 

Kouga's eyes flashed “You lookin' for a fight?”

 

Inuyasha snorted “You've already got more than you can handle, and you don't even know it…”

 

For the first time, Kouga's face looked serious “What's that supposed to mean?”

 

“It means your plans already a dud” Inuyasha grew his sword, never taking his eyes away from the distance ahead of him “You've underestimated Naraku, put faith in the courts, and killed us all”

 

Kouga looked up and saw black rising from the purple mist. He immediately shifted his sight back to Inuyasha only to find the hanyou running in the opposite direction

 

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“Miroku! Miroku!”

 

Sango panted, running through the deserted campsite. Behind her, beside the hot gushes of blood, she could hear the cries of demons and humans alike. Their metal clashed, their claws ripped and punctured; leaving a trail of blood and pain that was quickly making it's way towards their object. Towards the purpose that both fought for.

 

Ahead of her, she could see the sight that had been picked for Kagome's safety tent. Around it the chain with tiny papers decorated by spells still hung, but there were no people. Her heart stopped and she coughed and chocked from the gasp of horror that tried escaping as she continued to run.

 

“Miroku!?” she shouted with more fright, her voice echoing against the eerie space “Miroku?! Where are you?! Kagome?! Miroku!?!”

 

Her call was heeded as a head poked out from the tent. A very different set of features ran across his face than those she had seen before. He ran to meet her as she grabbed him by the arms, looking fearfully from one eye to the next in question.

 

Streaks of red clashed with his violet eyes as they looked back at her, completely void of amusement from earlier times “She's gone”

 

He shook his head as if not believing for himself, even turned back as if to make sure his own statement was true; Sango pulled him back to face her “He has her?! No. No—“

 

“I don't—He can't. I don't know how he would have gotten in. She's gone and—“

 

“They're coming here to look for her, though!” she screamed “Naraku has ordered them to come here!”

 

Miroku looked behind her helplessly at the approaching mass of fighters.

 

Sango gave him arm another pull, this time in the opposite direction. Together they ran past Kagome's empty “Where are the others?”

 

“Ran for it” he called back over the increasing cries “Once they saw she was gone, they went off to save their own behinds”

 

“They left? In the middle of a fight?!” she shouted with disgust “What the hell kind of—“

 

“It doesn't matter” he shouted back “Let the bastards have their lives. We have to find Kagome”

 

“If she's been taken far, we'll never get there on foot” Sango said hardly. She looked back absently, before stopping completely with a vague “We have to get there faster”

 

Miroku stopped as well, a few paces ahead of her “How…?”

 

“Like this”

 

Miroku watched as a flame erupted from behind them, emitting a large cat youkai from within. The beast continued to run as Sango hopped on it's back, then went towards Miroku at a word from Sango.

 

Together the two flew through the bare earth that spread out before them. Miroku let out a brief laugh from the speed and nudged Sango from his place behind her.

 

“I thought you didn't like demons?!”

 

She only gave a nervous smile over her shoulder.

 

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Inuyasha's blood ran hot, it ran cold, it ran faster than it had run in it's life. He knew something was wrong, and it wasn't just from the fact that the black guards had been waiting for them. It wasn't the fact that the number of the demons commanded by Naraku seemed to have increased. It was the fact that he suddenly felt like he needed to go to Kagome.

 

On his path there was more than enough to slow him down. Each demon seemed to regroup from the very corpse that brought him down. They were like the shadows they represented, rising from the mist and latching on to every part of your body. One had bitten him, one had cut him, and one had been able to take him to the ground.

 

But through this, even as the demon's clung on to him while he ran on; Inuyasha kept his mind on Kagome.

 

So trivial was his anger towards the unexpected fear he had given her compared to this real fear. If she was in danger, if she was with him again—

 

He didn't let himself think it.

 

She might find a trace of Naraku in who Inuyasha was, but he wasn't going to leave her. He promised he'd set her free….she had said he wanted him to stay with her….she had wanted to be with him….he had wanted…..he did want…

 

Her.

 

His run was forced to a stop as he stood staring upon the tent that had been her sanctuary. There were no guards, no Miroku, no her. No Kagome!

 

He growled, ripping through the tent, fearing and hoping, yet knowing he'd find nothing. A few demons attached themselves to him, pulling him to the ground and ripping off pieces of his flesh with their teeth.

 

As he continued to fight alongside Kouga's men, as the black guards continued to appear—he felt a sudden stab.

 

And that's when he knew she was with him.

 

A strange sensation surged through him, a tiny drop of hot liquid leaked past his eyes. His desire towards her grew stronger as if a sudden jealous rage had come over him from the fact that he was in her presence. That Naraku was possibly close enough to touch her, look at her—hurt her!

 

With a giant show of strength, Inuyasha slashed his sword to an attacker. And instead of it cutting only him, a giant light shone from it and it was if the blade had grown to surround him for fifty feet over. Anything that surrounded him was gone in five seconds.

 

Inuyasha stood amongst these ashes breathing hard from the act, let alone his thoughts.

 

When he looked down to his sword, he saw what he had been waiting to see since the item had been handed to him to many years ago. A sense of relief and strength gushed over him at once and suddenly he felt as if he could see.

 

Kouga ran up from the ashes, shouting about explanations but got nothing in return. By the time the wolf had reached the spot the hanyou had stood upon, Inuyasha was hot on the trail of Kagome's scent.

 

A scent that brought a sense of relief only to be washed away by a feeling of anger and hate so powerful it nearly blinded him in his run. A scent that told him that she had walked alone.

 

Naraku had not walked to Kagome. Kagome had walked to him.