InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets of the Shinju (Part IV): Power of the Purified Shinju ❯ Bitter Fight/ Gentle Words ( Chapter 19 )

Chapter Nineteen

Bitter Fight/Gentle Words

Sango stayed with Kagome until she fell into sleeps willing embrace. She then sought out InuYasha. She found him sulking in a tree near the hot springs. "InuYasha! Come down here, now!" Sango's voice was firm yet she was shaking from her intense anger.

The half demon glanced down at her and then turned away as though he hadn't heard her words. Sango stood there momentarily waiting and finally grew enraged. Without thought she pulled her weapon and sent it hurling towards him. It splintered through the branch he was on and he fell to the ground, stunned. He regained himself and stared Sango down. She again had her weapon and looked as though she were prepared for battle. He unsheathed the Tetsusaiga and the two stood contemplating each other.

"InuYasha, how could you say those things to Kagome? Do you have any idea what she has been through?" He glared the demon exterminator down. "Apparently it couldn't have been that bad. She had no problem getting into my brother's bed."

Before Sango could get another word in, Sesshoumaru was there. He had InuYasha pinned to the tree that Sango had mangled, his claws tightly around InuYasha's throat.

"You will leave my lands and never return. If at any time you so much as look at Kagome again, I will kill you without hesitation." He said threateningly; contemplating using his poison and being done with it now. He then dropped InuYasha to the ground and turned back to Sango.

"What did he say to Kagome?" Sango stood there dumbfounded for a moment and Sesshoumaru repeated himself, quickly losing his patience. Sango was about to speak when InuYasha stood and did it for her.

"I asked her if she fucked you because she had such a good time with Naraku that she wanted more." Sesshoumaru spun on his brother his eyes bleeding red.

Within seconds the brother's swords clashed together, both of them intent on having the other's blood.

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Kagome felt herself stirring. She lulled herself from the darkness and the bedroom came to focus around her. She felt a hand gently brush her cheek and soothing words of comfort followed. She opened her eyes and quickly sat up, flinging her arms around Miroku who was sitting on her bed with a concerned look on his face.

"Kagome, are you feeling well now?" She began to sob and Miroku tightened his embrace and again tried to sooth her. "Kagome, take all the time you need but remember that we need you very much. You are the strongest one here. You have proven that time and again."

Her sobbing calmed and she looked up at him remembering him as a child watching his father die. "Miroku, she killed my father. Years ago he passed through the well too. I had to watch him die." The monk stared down at her in shock for a moment and then pulled her to him tightly again, sympathizing with her pain.

After several moments Kagome had calmed and the only thing in the world she was aware of was the steady beat of Miroku's heart. Finally he let out a deep sigh and began stroking her hair. "Kagome, I am a very good listener. Please feel free to speak to me about what is troubling you so."

There was a long silence before she finally found her voice. "What have I become, Miroku? I don't even know myself anymore. Last night…" She choked back a sob and stopped speaking, letting herself go limp in his arms, not wanting to finish her thoughts. Miroku glanced down at her and pulled her up so that she was facing him.

"You have become a strong woman, Kagome. You have done things that most people would not. You suffered greatly for the benefit of others." He held out his right hand palm up and then took her hand with it. "Kagome, you saved me. I owe you my very life. I know Kohaku feels the same way. Never before have I met someone with as much strength as you."

She stared at him for a moment taking in his words. "As far as last night is concerned…Do you care for him, Kagome?"

She became lost in her own thoughts and memories of Sesshoumaru. The times they spent together on their journey to Toshi, when he had no memory. She relived the kiss they shared, her first kiss. She also remembered that Sesshoumaru had rescued her from Naraku, twice. Then she thought back to the way he had held her the day before; after InuYasha had hurt her, followed by the gentle way he treated her that night. "Yes, I do." Miroku hugged Kagome again.

"Then you should not regret what happened. I saw the pain on his face when he left your room earlier. He cares for you very much." Kagome looked up at him again and realized that he was right. She had felt safe with Sesshoumaru and wanted to go to him. "Thank you, Miroku." He laughed slightly before softly embracing his friend again. "Even now, you are the one thanking me."

Kagome got up and slowly walked to the door with Miroku at her side. She inquired about the children and he told her they were playing with Rin in her room, at Sango's request.

Miroku walked Kagome to the gardens and they both stopped dead in their tracks. Both InuYasha and Sesshoumaru had their swords drawn and were fighting relentlessly, obviously looking for blood. Sango too had her weapon and seemed to be doing what she could to keep them separated.

Kagome rushed forwards shouting at them, but neither listened. Sesshoumaru came down hard on InuYasha and knocked the Tetsusaiga from him. Instantly everyone froze and watched as he held his blade less than an inch from InuYasha, stopped only by the blue haze that was now there. Sesshoumaru looked to Kagome and pulled the sword away from his brother.

Kagome rushed forward and grabbed the Tetsusaiga and returned it to InuYasha before he had the chance to transform to his demon self. Everything and everyone around them went silent as they stared at each other.

InuYasha saw the look of pain and near anguish in Kagome's eyes. He looked to Sesshoumaru who was moving towards her protectively. He then glanced back at Kagome who was silently pleading with him. Finally he hung his head, ashamed at the way he had spoken to her. When he looked back up his brother was standing behind Kagome his hand gently resting on her shoulder. Kagome had tears in her eyes and turned to Sesshoumaru who took her in his arms.

InuYasha sheathed the Tetsusaiga and turned away walking slowly, his head hung in defeat. The pain he felt was nearly physical. He loved Kagome, maybe more than he had ever loved Kikyo, but had never told her. Now she loved Sesshoumaru and would probably spend tonight in his bed; never would InuYasha have her.