InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Winds ❯ The First New Moon ( Chapter 6 )

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Hello all you peoples! So yes, long time since I updated, but I know your not mad at me, cause you love me. It's a given ^_^ Well, lets get to the chappie then, shall we?

Ok…

 

 

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Kagome stood, fixed in a state of total shock.

 

This….this couldn't be…

 

Of all things that could happen, the fates had dealt her a card she had never seen coming. It hadn't even been a possibility; it simply wasn't in her deck…she had just decided that a few minutes prior.

 

But no…here he was.

 

Inuyasha…was standing here before her. Here at her window, very human, and very vulnerable. The same Inuyasha that had sent her away, was now here…asking to come in…

 

Kagome would have shaken her head if she was able to move. This…everything…this all couldn't be real…

 

The numbness stabbed at her knees, causing her to fall backwards. Her mind ran on overload, unable to process anything, blanking out like a frozen screen. The pain never came, the force of the blow was unfelt. She gave in to the light headed feeling, and suddenly, everything around her was gone.

 

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Inuyasha sat at her windowsill, watching the emotions play across her face, unable to tell which one she would settle on.

 

He hadn't counted this…he had, at the very least, expected a reaction, and yet there was none. Just an overwhelming silence.

 

He hadn't had much time to “rehearse” what he was going to say, not that he did it that much anyways. But this situation was a little…different. “Just doing it” was more his style. Since when did thinking about a situation get anybody anywhere?

 

He was drawn out of his thoughts, when Kagome suddenly wobbled in place, causing him to look her up and down.

 

“Kagome, you feeling ok?”

 

Her eyes rolled back, and suddenly, she collapsed.

 

“Kagome!”

 

Within the fraction of a second, Inuyasha leapt behind her and tugged at her back, catching her small frame in his arms.

 

What the hell…

 

He slowly brought himself down to his knees, cradling Kagome in his arms. He moved his arm and rolled Kagomes' face towards his, taking in her features with a solid importance. He had actually been…scared…

 

Yes, about the fall, of course. Why would this happen to Kagome? Why was in she in this state of care? This hadn't happened before had it?

 

Inuyasha cursed under his breath, shaking his fist towards the open window.

 

But that wasn't all he was afraid of. Over the time that she was gone, he grown much more afraid of…forgetting. It had been a few weeks without her by his side, and the knowledge of her presence away from his own was frightening. Kagome was nearly attracted to danger. What would happen if he wasn't there to protect her? What if she got hurt?

 

He took a quick glance around her room, studying it for the first time in months. Same bed, with the same pink blankets and pink pillow. Same white sheets, and cork board hanging on the wall. Same brown desk, fuchsia rug, purple drapes and lamp stand. He looked down at her. Same Kagome…

 

He realized that now, he was still holding her in his arms. Why hadn't he let go of her yet? Did he want to…was certainly not a question he was ready to answer, but…

 

But how long would it last? What if she sent him back to the feudal era? What if he could never see her again…?

 

What would he do if he forgot her scent? If he forgot the sound of her voice…If he forgot…her face. What would he do if he forgot her face?

 

Inuyasha shuddered at the thought. Suddenly, the thought of letting her go was becoming even more terrifying. Why did he suddenly care so much?

 

He searched her face, careful to remember every line and curve of her expression, every strand of hair that fell along her face. Inuyasha wasn't prone to staring, but he couldn't look away; he simply couldn't take his eyes away from her.

 

He breathed in her scent, memorizing every attribute that made it hers. It was more then unique. It never could never be described through human words, yet the closest thing he could think of was, “radiant”. Radiant, and Heavenly…

 

He picked her up, and gently set her on the bed. His eyes narrowed to a leather bound book near the corner of her sheets, opened and recently written in. He picked it up, and found the page she had been reading…

 

He started to read the words of what looked like a conversation.

 

“Inuyasha I-“

 

“Shut up!”

 

He blinked. This couldn't possibly be….

 

“Inuyasha?”

 

He nearly dropped the journal before hiding it behind his back. Very slowly, Kagome sat up on her blankets, blinking twice before peering over at him.

 

He let out a half-hearted chuckle and sighed to himself.

 

“Oi, wench. Long time no see.”

 

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“I did what?”

 

“You fainted, stupid.”

 

Kagome nodded her head dismissively, rubbing her hands up the sleeves of her pink cotton pajamas. Why was she so cold?

 

Suddenly remembering the window, she got up and went to shut it.

 

“But why would this happen?” she wondered aloud, busily fastening her window into place.

 

“Well that's what I'd like to know.”

 

Inuyasha stood up to meet her eye to eye. She suddenly forgot what she had been doing. Any train of thought simply melted away, her mind lost in the bottomless depths of those golden eyes. Her mind spun in circles, her body rearing to take control and do something, anything that would snap her back into action.

 

Inuyasha wasn't a dream. He was really here…

 

She hadn't even realized their distance, and felt the cloth of his haori rub against her arm. She broke eye contact, walking to the other side of the room before looking back at him.

 

The soft pink carpet shushed under her feet, drawing her attention to something else.

 

She looked up to him again, too stunned for words at his expression.

 

He looked at her again with those unreadable eyes. What the heck was he thinking? Why was he here? Would asking him sound rude? She didn't want to scare him off, but she wanted to break the tension between them.

 

She wanted to throw herself into his arms, and cry. Crying was something she reserved solely for Inuyasha. No one else would make her cry, and no one else would see her that way. Her tears were his, and so was her heart, once.

 

She wanted to be held again. She wanted that comfort; she needed it. But she knew she couldn't do that.

 

Inuyasha wasn't hers. He had never been to begin with.

 

She fumbled with the words in her head. What was she going to say? She was so relieved to see him, but any wrong move could set him off, or make him leave. Maybe he was more reasonable as a human.

 

“Inuyasha, how are you? How is everyone?” she tried, chancing a step forward.

 

He looked at her once, and stuck his nose higher. “Great.”

 

She stood there a moment, unnerved by the silence.

 

“And the Shard hunt?”

 

“Fine”

 

Inuyasha continued to swat away her questions. She knew that bridging the gap between them would most certainly take more time.

 

“Kagome dear! Dinners ready!”

 

Her mothers voice echoed up to her room, sending Kagomes hand to the doorknob. She looked to Inuyasha as if to ask the question, “How does dinner sound?”

 

He looked down a moment, then nodded his head and followed her down to the dinner table, where everyone would be waiting.

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Outside the walls, something shimmered and twisted on the night time winds. As if by some greater will, it swirled and danced, seeking entrance inside the house of the shrine grounds.

 

Strangely dim, the melody of light twisted and sparkled around the home, at last finding access through an open window.

 

Its vibrant silver now dulled into a gray, only reminding it of the little time remaining. The message had to be delivered. So much lay in the balance, and time was running out.

 

Slipping through the haze of the night, it blew inside, only seen by a little boy named Souta. The boy shrugged it off and ran inside, assuming the faeries of his grandfathers legends were at fault.

 

If it truly was a triad of fireflies, then why did they shimmer and spark a mysterious gray?

 

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The dinner was simple, yet delicious. The meal consisted of onigiri with miso soup, and a traditional Japanese pastry for dessert. The family talked amongst themselves, yet the two teenagers kept their distances. Kagome spoke when asked about her day, but all the while stirred her soup and flicked at her rice. Inuyasha ate slowly, remaining extremely quiet and reserved, only speaking when he was addressed. Even then, he gave short answers and looked away as if to say he didn't want to talk. They didn't push him, but they still gave him warm welcomes.

 

Souta even wondered if Inuyasha had dyed his hair, but he never got an answer. Kagome was surprised that he even showed himself to her family while in this state. He wasn't about to tell them the secret, but letting them see it, even to this length, meant he trusted them. More then Kikyo though? Kagome had no way to be sure.

 

Suddenly her eyes widened.

 

“Mom, may we be excused?” she asked already beginning to get up.

 

“Yes, of course dear.”

 

“Right then, lets go Inuyasha.” She let out, pulling him by the collar. “Now!”

 

“Hey, I wasn't finished yet! Hey Kagome!”

 

Ignoring the rants, she continued upstairs and burst into her room, eyes darting to either side in panic.

 

“What the hell Kagome! What's so important?”

 

She huffed a few times, before finally collapsing on the bed.

 

“Something…someone was here…” she whispered.

 

Inuyasha sniffed the air. Only a fraction of his demon senses remained at his disposal. He couldn't sense any imminent danger, but something foreign had been in this room; nevertheless, it was gone now.

 

“Whatever it was, it's gone now,” he stated, suddenly looking down. “Um…maybe I should…stick around. Make sure it doesn't come back?”

 

Kagome looked to him, but he wouldn't look her in the eye. Was he embarrassed?

 

She smiled in reassurance. “Yes. I would like that.”

 

She let out a giggle, and Inuyasha couldn't help but smirk a bit. Finally, the tension may have broken.

 

Her smile suddenly dropped as she stared at the journal on the floor. She picked it up slowly, and flipped to the very beginning. Her face fell even further, most likely at something she was reading.

 

“What is it Kagome?” Inuyasha asked, leaning forward a bit from the chair he sat in.

 

She shook her head. “It's nothing.”

 

“No seriously, tell me. Now.” He stated, looking her firmly in the eye.

 

She sighed as she re-read the passage of one of the first pages.

 

“When the Shikon jewel first came out of my body, you destroyed mistress Centipede.” She began, pushing the journal aside, and wrapping her arms around her legs.

 

“When I released you from the Seal, you destroyed her…but then you came after me.”

 

Inuyasha could see the memories flashing behind her eyes as she continued to tell him what was upsetting her.

 

“I wouldn't give you the jewel…so I ran. You didn't have the subjugation beads then, and you followed me—and if I hadn't of tripped…” she trailed off, her hair obscuring her face.

 

He remembered all too well. Obsessed with taking the jewel, he jumped from tree to tree to follow her. As he came down, she tripped over a bone, and his claws had raked the air above her scalp. Yes, if she hadn't have tripped…he would have torn her to bits. Not wanting to imagine her slashed and in pain, he looked at her again.

 

He could almost smell the tears approaching, and quickly was at her side.

 

“Come on Kagome! We're past that aren't we? So I almost…” he bit out, “…I almost hurt you. It's over isn't it? And I'd…I'd never hurt you now.”

 

She swallowed the wave of tears and nodded. “Yes, of course.”

 

She wiped her eyes and looked at him. “Inuyasha?”

 

He tilted his head as if to ask, “what?”

 

She looked at him earnestly, begging for an answer. “Will you tell me what's happening in the feudal era?”

 

Inuyasha nodded, and he began to speak.

 

He talked about how the group was, and the leads about Naraku. After a while, the tenseness in his shoulders loosened, and he began telling stories about the last inns they stayed at. They began exchanging stories about how they would be spending their time.

 

Kagome told him about her childhood, and for once it seemed, Inuyasha listened. Once in a while, he would interrupt to ask a question, and she'd stop to answer it then continue. Eventually, Inuyasha told some stories about his childhood. They were short, and didn't disclose much, but he was opening up, and Kagome couldn't be happier.

 

They talked about their adventures, and their looks on how things happened. They both commented once in a while, and told small secrets about their friends. Inuyasha had not expected to open up this much. It must have been the human thing. He wanted to trust Kagome with these secrets, he just wasn't sure if she'd keep them.

 

The good times, bad times, times they were hurt, stories passed between them, but Kagome sensed some emotions in the air. Inuyasha seemed to be upset, but he wasn't showing it. The undercurrents of his emotions flowed through her…but she wouldn't tell him that.

 

He wasn't telling her things either. He didn't tell her about the troubles the group was having, or how he felt about Kikyo. She didn't need to worry about those things. He didn't want her to.

 

“So Kagome, how's school?” he asked, yawning mid-sentence.

 

“Oh, its out.” She replied.

 

“What?” Inuyasha looked totally confused.

 

That's right, I didn't get to tell him…

 

“There's a three month break from school. Well only like two months now. I was trying to tell you…” she stopped, “…that day. I thought that since I wouldn't have to worry about school, it was the perfect time for the shard hunt. Too bad things turned out the way they did…”

 

Inuyasha drooped his ears. All along? This whole time she had been out of school and no one had told him? She had tried to but…but he was too arrogant to listen. He had…made a mistake.

 

“Kagome, its late…you should go to bed.” He prompted, avoiding the subject.

 

She nodded, looking at her dented pink clock and expectedly “eeping”.

 

She slid under her covers, and looked to Inuyasha.

 

“Come on,” she yawned, patting the spot next to her.

 

He stared.

 

“Oh come on Inuyasha, you've done it before, and you need some rest too…” she explained, patting it firmly once again.

 

He slowly gathered his courage and slipped in next to her, shutting off the lamp with his clawless fingers.

 

“Goodnight Inuyasha…” she whispered, her mind already drifting to places far away.

 

He smiled, and curled his form around hers. Even though the heat rose in his body, he pushed it away and sighed. As if naturally, he wrapped his arm lightly over her waist, and pulled her a tad closer. He slowly took in her scent before letting sleep overtake him.

 

“Goodnight…Kagome…”

 

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She handed him the bag and pushed him a little closer to the well. His silver hair glistened in the small amount of sun coming in from the well house entrance.

 

“Here's all the supplies I usually bring. Hopefully this will keep those nasty arguments down.”

 

Inuyasha gasped. “How did you—“

 

“Only joking. I know you guys wouldn't fight, even if I'm not there.”

 

She was wrong about that. Inuyasha had realized that yesterday.

 

Somehow through her kind ways, she made them a team, and spread some type of calmness through all of them. She was the glue that kept them together. How could you keep something together, that no longer had anything to keep it from separating?

 

Inuyasha wasn't sure of his feelings. Did he want her to come back? Did he want Kikyo to leave, or to stay? He wasn't certain. He was the person who knew himself best, and yet he didn't know what he wanted. This was the same problem he'd always had, except on a larger scale, seeing as it could affect everyone.

 

And Kagome… Kagome was no longer convinced of her feelings either. She thought she had finally put her old demons to rest, (or half-demons, however you look at it) but now with Inuyashas' visit, she couldn't be sure.

 

They both stood in silence a moment, before Kagome spoke up.

 

“When will you be back?”

 

Inuyasha looked upward to the sun, as if to imply something that she would naturally understand.

 

Kagome nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.

 

One month. The new moon.

 

With a simple wave, and a pressed frown, Inuyasha jumped into the well and was instantly sent home.

 

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He jumped out of the well, greeted by the field flowers in perfect bloom; Calm grasses swayed under his feet and caressed him in simple touches.

 

There was a growl out of nowhere.

 

Breaking the silence, a forlorn monk and demon slayer jumped off of the familiar cat demon, nearly knocking him over in the process.

 

He dodged the two and spat out in anger.

 

“What the hell?!”

 

The monk and demon slayer panted a bit, supporting themselves on each other, before they looked up to him.

 

He studied them both.

 

“Hey you two—what is it?”

 

Inuyasha could feel something wasn't right as the two looked between themselves.

 

No…Something was definitely wrong.

 

“What's happened?” he ground out, determined to get his answer.

 

“We don't know how…”Sango got out; the look in her eyes grew desperate, as she struggled to get out the last of her sentence.

 

“Inuyasha—“

 

His eyes grew wide as the following shock overcame him.

 

 

“Shippous gone missing”

 

 

 

 

 

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A/n

Bit of a long one if I say so myself. Lots to say and hope I didn't bore you. Anyways… I love you all!

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