InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Reign of Spiders ❯ You.....Marked.... Me..... ( Chapter 3 )

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Reign of Spiders 3

 

Inuyasha carried the unconscious girl threw the woods. He let out a snort of annoyance as he cast his gaze at the slumbering girl he had cradled against him. Once he realized what he had been doing he shook his head to clear it, “Stupid wench” he grumbled. Now he was stuck with her, she was his: his responsibility, his to take care of, his to protect, she was just simply… his… he swallowed and Kami help him! Sighing he let his eyes trace her features the resemblance she possessed to Kikyou was uncanny. `Kikyou…' his heart ached when he remembered her, and how she had betrayed him. And yet… he knew what and who she was… so perhaps it was his fault for falling in love? Shirking his current thoughts away he quickly started thinking on the girl, Kagome that he now held in his arms. Humans are too frail… she had passed out midway threw his mark. His ears flattened against his head she was going to be very mad when she woke up… needless to say he almost whished she'd stay asleep… After all she was argument, and apparently more clueless than he was on the current time…. He let him mind mull over her earlier words to him, `So this Naraku guy took over 500 years ago…' his eyes darkened wondering how long had he been unconscious pinned to that damned tree?

His thoughts skidded to a halt when he felt the girl in his arms stir a bit. He locked his honey colored gaze onto her wondering how she'd take his “betrayal” per say of marking her as his salve. Not that he was the least bit happy with it. Here he was awake and ready to start figuring out this new era and he was weighted down by a shrimp of a girl, who liked to pretend she was tough, but when the chips were down she didn't seem to be that strong… He inhaled a deep breath preparing for her loud shriek when her eyes would open, but he tilted his head confused and took a couple of sniffs to confirm what he was smelling, “She's sick…” he breathed surprised. He frowned she hadn't smelled ill earlier… so why… his thoughts started to click two and two together and he looked at her with annoyance and concern, perhaps this was normal for a newly bond human? He shook his head doubting that.

A whimper from the girl caught his attention pulling him from his rapid musings. “Ho…” she tried to rasp out a name in question her eyes half lidded as they fluttered an active sign to her fight to stay conscious.

“Shhh” he cradled her closer feeling her forehead with his clawed hand, `She's definitely too warm for a human…' he let a flustered growl escape his mouth, before he sighed in resignation and started to look for a sheltered place he could try to help the weak female…

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The entire council was in a state of refined panic as Hojou's words sunk in, “So you are sure that Kagome has left the well?” The chief elder asked hoping he'd suddenly recall a spot in the hidden shelter that had yet to be searched.

The light haired boy lowered his head as he nodded back, “She's not here.” The statement seemed to reverberate throughout the room, as the weight of this news settled its heavy hands on all the occupants listening to it.

The minuets seemed to tick by at a slower rate than normal, it seemed to be a gloomy eternity before on council member finally broke the stifling silence. “Send out a small group of our top fighters to search for her at once.”

Hojou saluted before hurrying out to do as he was bided.

His father watched the boy leave, “Do you really think they'll find her?” he asked almost rhetorically, “Most that leave the well who are not trained to fight properly never come back…” His eyes studied his folded hands dismay twining at the tail ends of his words.

“True she was never taught.” The second high council man replied, “But you forget our reason for keeping her….” He trailed off, “Her chances are better than most.”

The group nodded soberly hoping that she would be ok… and if she was there would be major repercussions for her actions upon her return.

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Inuyasha starred down at the girl across the fire from him with a frustrated sigh, she had been restlessly sleeping all that afternoon into the late night, sweat beading her forehead as she whimpered on occasion. Not knowing too much on how to fix this he had gotten some water from a stream that was fairly close by, and splashed it on the girl. To his distress she had started to shiver harder in reaction, her teeth beginning to chatter. So blushing slightly at what he had to do, he slashed her most clothing off and wrapped his warm hori around her. That had been a few hours ago. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he looked on her now, she was breathing normally and seemed to be doing better the stench of illness reseeding from her form.

His golden eyes looked out side dawn was approaching; the sun was just preparing to peek its head over the hilltops. Grumbling with inpatients he sniffed at her again, deciding she had sleep enough he went over to her side shaking her shoulder.

“Oi.” He called continuing, only stopping when he saw her blue eyes flicker.

“hummm?” she hummed sleepily rubbing at an eye with her right fist, before yawning and sitting up. “Hojou-kun what's wrong?” She muttered not much of a morning person.

“Feh, Who's that wench?” her companion demanded semi amused that she though he was someone else.

Opening her still sleepy eyes wider she turned a cautious expression to the half demon beside her. “You're not Hojou-kun….” She muttered in denial, it hadn't been a dream…

She idly let her hands move over the red cloth covering her, before some observations set in, one with her sitting up her back was caching a draft, two she could really feel the texture of the before mentioned red cloth on both sides, and three something just seemed to be missing. All things considered she pulled the material slightly away from her form just enough for her to see if her suspicions were correct… Upon seeing what she now knew for a fact she was lacking her face turned a dark crimson in mortification. “W-Where are my clothes?” she squeaked out embarrassment chocking her words.

Inuyasha looked off not wanting to answer her. But at the unwavering glare he was beginning to receive he finally felt inclined to talk, “What's left of them is over there.” He pointed off to the side of the cave behind her. Following the direction indicated her eyes came to rest on the tattered remains of her outfit.

Outraged her head snapped towards the demon. “And What am I suppose to wear?” she hissed.

The silver haired Hanyou just shrugged, “I guess just barrow that for now.” He pointed to his hori that she still held in her now fisted hands.

“Turn around” she huffed pointing her petite nose in the air; her movement casing her hair to flutter about her. Inuyasha simply did as she asked, after all he wasn't a pervert! Satisfied Kagome still keeping a daring eye on his back began to arrange the over sized hori around her slender form. Once she was satisfied she gave a small nod and was about to tell the demon before her that she was descent now, but then something caught her notice on her left shoulder…. Lifting the makeshift sleeve up high she brought the mark up to her scrutiny. “Inu…Ya…Sha…” she murmured reading the Kanji etched into her flesh.

Hearing his name fall from her lips Inuyasha turned around apprehensively…

His golden suns met her stormy lakes, the water tossing and turning getting more violent by the second as the storm's intensity grew stronger till it reached highs that rivaled a tsunami. “You…Marked…Me.” Her voice was quite betraying none of the raging emotions her eyes did. “Why?” She shook her head a few angery tears colleting in the corners of her eyes.