InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrifice ❯ Making it right ( Chapter 6 )

 

 

“Damn,” Toga said as he finished reading Kagome farewell letter in her diary. “Inuyasha,” he said his voice stern and hard as steel.

 

“Yeah,” the hanyou said his ears folded back against his head, nervous.

 

“You can make it through the well yes?” he watched as his son nodded and he grabbed the hanyou boy by the scruff of his haori and held him over the lip of the well. “Make it right,” he commanded with a growl before opening his hand and dropping his son into the well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Mamma…Grandpa….Souta,” Kagome called out as she searched through the empty house.

 

No one was there everyone was gone. Where did they all go? Even Buyou was gone. Inuyasha stepped out of the well house just in time to see Kagome run into the store house calling for her grandfather, for anyone. He leapt after her and found the girl sitting on her legs inside the dusty moldy shed as though she had simply fallen there. Hearing steps behind her, Kagome looked up and her tear filled eyes met Inuyasha's sad golden ones.

 

“Where did everyone go?” she asked her voice weak and trembling as she sat there, tears on her face and in her eyes.

 

Inuyasha stepped closer to her and knelt down, wrapping the girl in his arms as he sat behind her and held her to his chest. He tucked her head beneath his chin and held her tightly to him as he comforted himself in holding her.

 

“Your mom…”he began softly, his voice not much more than a pained whisper. “We all thought you were dead, that the jewel had taken your life to complete the wish…when I came here and told your mom…she couldn't deal with the idea that you were dead. She and your family went to stay with you aunt, that's where she told me they were going.”

 

“My aunt?” she asked with tears in her voice, she had almost five aunts.

 

“The one in Okinawa.”

 

“Oh,” Kagome said sniffling and leaned her head on his shoulder when he stood cradling her in his arms.

 

Inuyasha carried her silently out of the store house and back through the grounds to her house. Bypassing the front door, he carried her around to the back of the house, to her bedroom window and jumped up, opening the window with his foot before stepping into the quiet bedroom that seemed to be frozen in time. He carried her to the bed and laid her down upon it.

 

“Just let me hold you,” he whispered to her as he lay down next to her and wrapped her up in his arms, holding her back against his chest, his arms crossed over her stomach as one of his legs lay thrown over hers. “Kami it's been so hard without you. We never meant to make you feel unloved or unwanted. I never meant to make you feel that way. I wanted you with me always.”

 

“I wanted that too,” she cried, her hands covering her face as she cried.

 

“Then why? What happened?” he asked as he moved her hair back over her shoulder to bare her neck and uncover her face.

 

“I wanted to always be beside you,” she said as she turned onto her back and looked up at him through eyes swimming in tears. “But have I ever been more than just a reincarnation to any of you? So many times I felt like I was just a means to an end, just a tool to be used and then set aside once you were done.”

 

“Kami,” he breathed out harshly as tears of his own pricked at his eyes. “You have never been just a reincarnation to anyone. For a long time I guess I was mad at you, and maybe that played a big part in why you ended up feeling like that.”

 

“Why were you mad? Did I do something wrong?” she asked as he rolled her onto her side and tucked her against his side, her head pillowed on his chest.

 

“No, you did everything right, that was the problem…You had all of Kikyou's power, but you didn't know how to use it. You led with your heart, not your mind, not any kind of training because you never were trained. You didn't automatically hate me or despise me because I'm hanyou. In fact you seem to love that I am hanyou, you said so on more than one occasion.”

 

“It's your puppy ears,” she said with a soft teary giggle.

 

Inuyasha turned his head and kissed her brow. “That's another thing. Kikyou never knew when my human night was, she refused to touch me when I was hanyou, but you? Any chance you had you touched my ears, my hands. I can still feel the time that you ran your fingers over mine and traced my claws with your fingertips. You could've been so hurt,” he said to her and held her tighter. “I told you that, but you waved off my concern saying that you trusted me and knew that I would never hurt you. Remember that day that you were sitting in my lap and when I smiled, you touched my fangs?” Kagome giggled. “You're fascinated by everything that makes me hanyou. When your finger got pricked on my fang and I kept your finger in my mouth until it stopped bleeding, do you remember what you asked me?”

 

Kagome buried her face in his shoulder to hide her blush and giggled at the memory. She still couldn't believe she'd asked him that.

 

“You asked me what you tasted like,” he said with a soft laugh. I didn't answer you then, mainly because I couldn't believe you'd actually asked that but…you taste like heaven to me. I can still remember the taste of your blood. It was sweet like honey and lilacs,” the girl in his arms giggled. “Don't laugh, I actually ate those stupid flowers once,” he said with a chuckle. “I could taste the pureness of your heart. I couldn't get enough of you.”

 

“But after that day, you seemed to get more…I don't know - cold toward me,” she said confusion and hurt clear in her voice.

 

“I know, it was the only way I could deal with it.”

 

“Deal with what?” she asked as she yawned softly and stretched one of her legs moving to lie in between his as it rubbed against him as she completed her cat like stretch.

 

“Even then, even now, I can still taste your blood and I want more. Not your blood, but the taste of you. You don't know how many times I wanted to take you somewhere alone and make love to you until you couldn't stand and had screamed yourself voiceless calling my name. I couldn't handle it, the need, it was overwhelming. For youkai, the taste of blood is the first step, sometimes the last. I already loved you, you already called to my youkai and my human hearts…the taste of your blood, it made it so there never could be anyone else.”

 

“But all those times after that…all those times you went to Kikyou…” she trailed off and sniffled back tears.

 

“Kagome I had to go to her.”

 

“Because of your promise?” she asked hurt.

 

“No,” he chuckled and gathered her close, moving her to lie on top of him, her legs between his, her body on top of his own. “Because I needed her,” he said and pinned her to his chest when she tried to move away. “Seeing Kikyou was like jumping into a cold stream.”

 

“What?” she asked stunned as all her movement stopped. “I don't understand.”

 

“She never aroused me, Kami not like you do. Even when she was alive, the need I had to be around her was just because she was the first human to see me and not throw stones or curses at me. You? The need I have for you burns like a raging fire inside of me. You don't know how hard it was for me not to take you away and make love to you. I was fighting the pull your scent had over me so hard, for so long. All those times that I seemed to get the angriest,…you were in heat; your body was calling for a mate and Kami was it hard for me to deny it, to ignore the call.”

 

“You mean all those times I thought you hated me…you loved me?” she asked in stunned confusion, it was all beginning to make sense in some weird way to her.

 

“I've always loved you…when I found you in the spring, when I took advantage of you,” he said and looked away as they both blushed.

 

Kagome turned his face back to hers and looked steadily into his eyes. “I could've always said no. But I didn't. Even without my memory…I felt something for you; I just didn't know what it was.”

 

“Kami that day Kagome…it was so hard for me not to take it all the way, not to make love to you. You're the savior of my soul, of my heart, you always have been.”

 

“I always thought I could never have you…that I was always second best to Kikyou. There was a time I was willing to be that, just to be near you. But as more time passed by and the thought that I was only second best stayed with me…the thought grew louder, and it almost seemed to be mocking me at times. Whenever I missed hitting the target or had to hide because I can't fight…I always felt like I was letting you all down. Even Shippou could fight in his own way…but me? I was always having to be rescued. I felt pathetic and useless and completely out of place.” Kagome shook her head and looked down at his chest as her fingers played with the fire rat fur of his haori. “There were so many times that I would be awake at night, unable to sleep. At one time Kikyou, and Naraku and even Kagura had cornered me and asked me the same on their own, even in the same words.”

 

“What did they say to you?” he asked her in concern as he stroked her hair and back.

 

“They asked me…what good did I really think I was to any of you? They said that you all would be so much better off without me, and I knew they were just trying to get me weak but…I couldn't help but think that they were right. How many times did each of you - even Shippou get hurt because of me? Because I was too weak to fight, to scared to run away…I made you all get hurt and then I spent time bandaging up the wounds I caused…”

 

“What the hell?” he said as he looked down the back of her shirt; it was just scrunched up enough for him to see it.

 

“Inuyasha!” she cried out in alarm when he grabbed the back collar of her shirt and ripped it down the middle.

 

“When did this happen?” he asked as he traced the jagged scar that that started just under her left shoulder blade and crossed over her back diagonally. It was just about the length of his hand without the claws, and while not being very wide it was still proof that she had been injured somehow.

 

“It doesn't matter,” she said as she looked away only to have him grip her jaw and force her gaze back to his, his hold on her gentle but firm.

 

“The hell it doesn't. What happened?” he asked and kissed her softly before tucking her head into his chest as he kept tracing and studying the scar.

 

“Remember the mantis youkai that attacked us about a year ago? The one with all the shards in it?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“When I threw Miroku out of the way of getting hurt, its claw or whatever you call it got me.”

 

“Why didn't you say anything?” he asked her in concern and confusion.

 

“Because I'd finally done something useful. I'd finally helped. I saved someone during a fight; I didn't want to be weak anymore. Not that day. Admitting that I was hurt…it just would've made me weak.”

 

The hanyou's eyes narrowed as he thought about that day and the week after. “You felt weird when I carried you after you came back through the well the day after that fight.” She was quiet in his arms, still. “Why did you feel weird?”

 

“Inuyasha,” she tried to keep him from asking.

 

“Tell me,” he demanded quietly.

 

“When the mantis threw me against the tree…my side hurt but I didn't think anything much of it. When I got home and mom saw the blood on my shirt…she took me to the doctor. The impact with the tree…it cracked three of my ribs on the left side and broke my collar bone. That's why I couldn't use my bow and arrow for a while. I could still move my arms but I couldn't really grip anything.”

 

Kagome gave a soft cry of startle and alarm when her shirt was removed completely and she was moved to lie on her stomach on the bed as Inuyasha inspected her skin, his worry feeding his actions.

 

“What other injuries didn't you tell me about?” he asked in worry and anger.

 

“That was the only time,” she said as she turned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her, crushing him against her to stop his worried inspection. “I just wanted to be strong for once.”

 

“Kagome,” he breathed her name out like it was his only lifeline and wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, crushing her to him as he held her and buried his face in her shoulder and neck. “Kami Kagome don't ever…just let me take care of you, ok?” he asked her as he held her tightly.

 

She felt him laving his tongue over the tiny short silvery line on the hollow of her shoulder as he growled softly.

 

“I don't know that happened, it just appeared one day,” she said not wanting him to think she was hiding another injury from him.

 

“I did it,” he said as he continued laving the mark and growled softly, the sound one of pleasure and approval. “We were out on our once after we had formed the complete pack…the area we were in was full of youkai and I had to leave you to check the area. You were sleeping; I just had to make sure you would be ok when I left you, so I marked you. It was temporary, but it kept my scent heavy on your for weeks after.”

 

“So I'm yours?” she asked him softly slightly confused but at the same time happy that he had marked her.

 

“You were, but like I said the mark isn't permanent.”

 

“No but…do you want it to be?”

 

“Do I want it to be what?” he asked as he nipped at the mark, his desire for her and his desire to mark her nearly insatiable.

 

“Do you want the mark, your mark on me…do you want it to be permanent?”