InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Reliving the Past ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Reliving the Past

by kmf

An Inuyasha fanfic

Rating: R

Warnings: Language

Disclaimer: I only wish I did own Inuyasha *fondles his ears*

Chapter 12

Inuyasha was attacked as soon as he left Kaede's hut. It was a three pronged attack; Shippo jumping on his head pulling painfully on both his ears, Miroku grabbing Inuyasha's arm, while Sango stood in front of him, arms crossed and a cold smile on her face.

"Did you really think you could keep this from us?" Sango asked, her eyes narrowing.

Inuyasha snarled and shook his head violently, almost dislodging Shippo who managed to hold on to one ear, dangling down the side of his face like some weird earring. Miroku was easier to get rid off. A quick flick of his arm sent the monk hurtling back across the ground.

"Its none of your business," Inuyasha growled, clenching his fist before bopping Shippo over the head.

The kitsune wailed, but held on tighter his claws all but puncturing Inuyasha's sensitive ears.

"Of course its our business," Miroku countered, standing up and holding his staff before him in a defensive pose, "Kagome chan is our good friend. We are not going to allow you to hurt her in order to get Kikyou back."

...the fuck?

Inuyasha bared his teeth, his eyes narrowing. He clenched his fists so hard that the joints made popping noises. If it wasn't for Shippo still dangling from his ear he would have made a terrifying sight.

"What did you just say?" he growled.

"We won't allow you to hurt her!" Sango raised a hand, pointing her finger at the Hanyou.

Inuyasha advanced a step.

"Why do you think that I would ever hurt Kagome?" he demanded, almost nose to nose with Miroku.

"When it comes to Kikyou, your thoughts begin to get a little cloudy," Miroku gave no ground.

Shippo was nodding in agreement in Inuyasha's peripheral vision, annoying the hell out of him. Grunting, he grabbed Shippo by the tail and pulled him away, ignoring the tears the kitsune's claws put in his ears. Shippo was wincing, expecting to find himself hurled into a tree or smacked around the head again. Instead, Inuyasha just dropped him to the ground. Shippo dashed behind Sango, climbing up her back to sit on her shoulder before glaring at Inuyasha.

"I won't let you hurt her!" he shook his fist to show how serious he was.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. As if shaking a fist in his face would stop him if he did intend to harm Kagome. Annoying little brat.

"I would never harm her, idiot!" Inuyasha growled, folding his arms and glaring at the trio who confronted him.

"Really," Miroku murmured, relaxing his grip on his staff a little, "You mean that you weren't intending to go and seal the well?"

Inuyasha's eyes widened. Actually, that was exactly what he had intended to do.

"You heard what the old hag said," he muttered, "If Kagome dies here, Kikyou gets to eat her soul and become human again."

"So you think that sealing the well will save Kagome," Sango finished, her face still frowning. "Really you are a complete idiot. What would Kagome think if she suddenly couldn't return? Especially after hearing that legend! Didn't you even think of the misery you would be causing her?"

Inuyasha pouted. "Better miserable than dead." he muttered.

He hadn't actually thought further than preventing her return, and keeping her safe in her own time. She would be miserable for a little while, but she had a potential mate now. It wasn't as if she was waiting for him anymore. And as much as he would hate never to see her again, he also could not stand the thought of Kikyou eating her soul.

"Inuyasha, did you even listen to what Kaede said?" Miroku questioned his eyes serious. "The legend could be wrong. The telling could have altered in the 500 years it has been passed down. Are you really willing to seal Kagome away on the chance that it is correct? What if it is wrong? You could be changing the entire future on the basis of one misspoken legend."

"And if it is right?" Inuyasha growled.

"Can it be right?" Sango countered. "Could you really live your life out with Kikyou if bringing her back to life meant Kagome's death?"

Inuyasha stared at her for a moment. The demon huntress's eyes were piercing and direct, demanding honesty from him. He frowned, then bowed his head.

"Of course not," he growled. "I won't seal the well."

Sango, Miroku and Shippo all breathed a synchronised sigh of relief. Inuyasha could hear their hear beats begin to slow as the threat that they had perceived in him faded. He smirked.

Yeah. Right.

His ear really hurt and it was time for a little payback to a certain kitsune who was thinking he had got completely away with the damage he inflicted. Inuyasha clenched a fist, and raised his eyes to regard Shippo, allowing him to see the flashes of anger that coloured his eyes.

"Oh. Shit" Shippo paled and ran, scuttling down Sango's back and darting out into the forest.

"Don't kill him!" Miroku advised as Inuyasha dashed after him, "Kagome chan wouldn't like it."

No, she wouldn't, Inuyasha thought, slowing a little for a moment. But then again, it was probably going to be a few days before Kagome could come through again. And bruises faded fast on a demon. Secure in that knowledge, Inuyasha sped up chasing after the wailing kitsune.

Nothing like a bit of 'chase and hit Shippo' to take his mind off more serious problems.

* * * *

Later on that night, Inuyasha once again found himself outside Kagome's window. As much as he had tried to stay away, he wanted - no needed - to know whether the man she had been with earlier was still with her.

He sat on his branch for a good five minutes, before peering in through the glass, half-scared of what he would see.

The room was dark. But that meant nothing to him. His night vision was good, and he had no difficulty seeing in the dark where most humans would be blind. Kagome lay in her bed.

Alone.

Inuyasha smirked. Or at least he smirked until he slid her window open to allow his entrance. That was when the whiff of the other man hit his nose.

Strong. Assertive. Fresh.

Fuck.

He was still there. Still in the house somewhere. Just not with Kagome at the moment. Inuyasha could not hold back the growl that had been forming at the back of his throat. He carefully jumped into the room, landing softly on the rug that was beside Kagome's bed and remained in a still crouch until he was sure that his entrance had not woken her.

Shifting slightly, he peered at the sleeping girl. Her face was still painfully bruised. Humans took a long time to recover from bruises, and he knew that it would grace her face for another week or two. But the pain from it would subside well before that and she ought to be able to resume her task with him in a day or so.

If she decided to return.

He bent his nose to her and sniffed deeply. She smelt of the man. But she wasn't covered by his scent. She hadn't fucked him. Inuyasha gave a little sigh of relief and almost felt his ears wilt. Why he felt so relieved he wasn't sure. Nothing had changed since he told her to get rid of her itch (well, apart from the legend stating that he would mate with Kikyou). She would still distract him when she came through, and she would still be distracted.

And he still wasn't in the position to offer her what he wanted; he couldn't ask her to mate with him. He stared at her, his nose just inches from her face. He wished she would open her eyes. While she was pretty asleep (ignoring the vivid bruise), but she was beautiful when she was awake, especially when she was angry and her eyes flashed with her emotions.

Inuyasha's eyes travelled down to her lips. Her mouth was slightly open; warm and inviting. Before he even realised what he was doing, he dipped his mouth down to hers, lightly brushing his lips against hers. Desire shot through to his loins the moment he touched her and he almost gasped. Pulling away he looked down at her with a look of bemusement on his face. How could she sleep when he felt so much desire?

He bent his mouth to hers once again, this time kissing her more deeply. His hand crept up to her chest, his clawed fingers brushing gently over her breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple. Still she didn't wake.

Shit.

Lifting his head he peered at her closely. Her breathing was regular, her heart beat was slow. She was certainly not aroused at all by his attention to her, staying soundly asleep. Inuyasha's ears (and another appendage) wilted. His eyes narrowed a little before he nudged her shoulder. If she wouldn't wake up with a kiss, then a shove should do it.

She slept on.

Inuyasha frowned. Then he prodded her sharply in the ribs. She mumbled something, turning her head to one side, buts remained asleep.

What the hell?

Inuyasha sat back on the bed, cross-legged and scratched his nose. Was she really so exhausted from the injuries she had received that she could sleep through a poke in the ribs that would usually have her screaming sit at him until she was blue in the face, and he was blue from bruises?

His eyes travelled to the table beside her bed. A glass sat there, nearly empty. Beside it was a discarded foil packet of what Inuyasha recognised to be a medicine of some sort. Kagome was always bringing this sort of stuff through to his time, boasting of the virtue of future medicines. The little pockets that contained the medicine were empty. Had she taken something to make her wounds heal that had caused her to fall into a deep slumber?

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Typical. Just when he had got the nerve to actually kiss her, she goes and takes medicine that makes her sleep through it. He looked back down at her and lifted a hand to stroke her face gently. She murmured again, turning her head towards his hand as he ran his thumb gently over her bottom lip. He was sorely tempted to taste her again, bending his head closer to hers so that he could feel the warmth of her breath as she sighed deeply.

The sound of someone climbing the stairs caught Inuyasha's ears, and he tilted his head slightly breathing in deeply. Then he growled, low and quietly. That man. He was coming up the stairs to Kagome's room. Inuyasha felt his fists clenched on their own accord and he scowled. The bastard was coming to the room interrupting Inuyasha and it pissed him off. For a moment Inuyasha hesitated, torn between wanting to stay with Kagome and wanting to get out of the room before he was detected. The thought of Kagome sitting him repeatedly for being found in her room with her finally decided him, and he sprang out the window onto his branch just as the door opened.

The man stood silhouetted. He stood still, gazing at Kagome, before he walked quietly in and sat on the edge of her bed as Inuyasha had done just moments before. For the first time, Inuyasha could see his face. He scowled.

Fuck

He had hoped that the man would be ugly. But he wasn't, at least by human standards. As Inuyasha watched, the man smiled slightly, his lip curling into a cocky, self-assured smirk. Inuyasha frowned. He looked so familiar, but he knew that he hadn't seen him before. At least, he was fairly sure he hadn't. He had not had much contact with humans in the future, and he had a very good memory for faces. This mans face tickled the edge of his mind, irritating him no end. Inuyasha hadn't seen him before, yet he knew him. He knew his face, and he knew his scent. But there was something off with it, something wrong.

As Inuyasha watched, the man lifted the pack of medicine and gazed at it before dropping it back on the table. He reached down to Kagome and stroked her hair, pushing it away from her face before running his fingers down her cheekbones to run along her lip.

...the hell?

He bent down and brushed his lips against hers, his hand tracing down her neck, then down further to her cleavage.

...the fuck?

His head followed the path of his hand, trailing down her neck to her breasts, moving his mouth against her skin as she lay there passive and asleep.

Inuyasha growled, low and threatening. Every muscle was tensed prepared to leap through the window and decapitate the man who dared to touch Kagome as she lay there asleep. (Whilst conveniently not recollecting that he had been doing exactly the same just moments before). His heart pounded and adrenaline flowed through his blood as he considered just how much pain he could inflict in this man before he died.

He leapt through the window and grabbed the man by his shoulder. The man gave a startled gasp as Inuyasha flung him through the air. He impacted with a wall, his head hitting hard and his eyes going wide as he saw Inuyasha snarling in front of him. Then his eyes rolled back and his slid down the wall into a slumped sitting position, unconscious.

Inuyasha growled. Fucking weak human. He resisted the urge to kick him, instead turned to Kagome. She lay there still asleep, her shirt pulled slightly open so that he could see the swell of her breasts. He bent over her and sniffed deeply.

She stank of the man. He had trailed his scent down her body covering that of Inuyasha's which he had placed there just moments ago. His nose wrinkled in distaste, his fists clenching again as he thought of the uninvited lips that had touched her just moments before.

Without even pausing to think, he pulled her up into his arms. Wrinkling his nose against the stench of the stranger, Inuyasha turned to chest in which Kagome stored her clothes. Holding Kagome close with one arm, he opened the top drawer and pulled a couple of items out, before adjusting his hold of Kagome again and climbing awkwardly out of the window. There was no way in hell that he was going to leave her alone with that man, not after Inuyasha had witnessed him kissing her without permission. Prick! And as soon as he was back in his own time, he would shred the clothes she was wearing; he would not tolerate that man's stench for a moment longer than he had to.

He turned and snarled back at the unconscious man, wondering if he could get away with castrating him. Shaking his head a little, he decided against it. Kagome would freak and probably sit him till his neck broke if he left bits of the man's anatomy scattered around her bedroom. He would have to be content with telling her what had happened when she woke up from her drugged sleep.

Well, an edited version of what had happened. Leaving out completely that he had kissed her first. That she really didn't need to know.

Yet.

TBC