InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sketches ❯ Discovery ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter One

 

Discovery

 

 

{This story was originally posted under my former pen name, Hanyou Slave. This is the first beta'd version and a minor amount of description has been added to smooth out the flow. There have been no changes to the story itself..}

'Doesn't she know what tonight is? Why isn't she back yet? I guess I'm going to have to go get her.'

Stars shone brightly in the moonless sky, bathing the landscape in an eerie glow while a black-haired figure in red clothing slipped over the mouth of the bone eater's well. He emerged into the darkness of a small wooden building on the other side of the time portal, five hundred years into the future. He looked up to a window, her window, his door.

'Good, the light's still on. She's awake. How do I get up there now? What's this? A rope ladder?'

But it wasn't rope at all. Vines, braided and supple, hung from the black iron railing of her balcony.

'It looks like she made this herself! And just for me,' Inuyasha thought with a small lopsided grin.

Hand over hand he climbed until he reached the rooftop. He stood on the balcony, dark brown, almost black, eyes peering into the small room. To the right, a desk lamp lit the room. Kagome, dressed in lavender pajamas with pink teddy bears, was slumped over the desk, her raven locks draping down her back and over her arms. She was asleep.

'Damn. She's asleep already. She'd be really mad if I just picked her up and took her back. Guess I'll just stay here for the night,' Inuyasha thought with a mental, `humph'.

Inuyasha quietly slid the window open and lightly stepped inside. Looking to her bed on the left, he wondered why she had fallen asleep at the desk. Still gazing at the comfortable bed covered with a pale blue blanket, a pink ruffled skirt hiding the bed rails, Inuyasha found himself becoming annoyed, or perhaps it was something else that he had never been willing to admit.

 

'Well, she won't be good for much if she sits like that all night.'

At least, that was his reasoning for deciding to lift her to her bed. He slid his left arm between the surface of the desk and her chest, wrapping it around her back. Kagome's head and arms hung limp as he lifted her. He scooped her legs up with his other arm. Without opening her eyes, Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzled her face into his chest and whispered, "Inuyasha," then sighed.

'She is still asleep and she's saying my name!' Inuyasha leaned over to lay her down, but she squeezed his neck, moaning, and wouldn't let go. 'She always smells so good. If I ever told her, though, she would tease me all the time.'

He had to kneel down to get her onto the bed. Trying not to wake her, he continued to lie across her until her arms slid down from his neck. He was in no hurry to separate himself from her soft cheek and the lavender scent of her `shampoo,' as she called it. But, once he felt her grip loosen, he pulled away and placed her arms around her rib cage, taking a few moments to gaze at the fair skin and crimson lips. She sighed and turned toward the wall, the movement making her pajama shirt rise just enough for a little skin to show. Inuyasha wanted to touch her. Instead, he pulled the blanket out from under her causing her bottoms to slide down a bit.

'Damn, this is getting ridiculous,' he thought, feeling his cheeks flush and warmth invade the pit of his stomach.

Quickly, he pulled the blanket over her and walked to the desk, intending to turn off the light. On the desk sat a stack of artist's sketch pads.

 

'What are these?' he wondered. `Mmm. I wonder if she would mind?'

Inuyasha sat down and looked through the stack. Each pad was labeled by date. He started with the oldest first. Her sketches were okay, but she must have been very young then. There were portraits of her family, together and individually. She graduated from number two pencils to black chalk and, later, began using colored chalk and colored pencils. With each sketch pad, her art became better. There were sections with her cat Buyo and other animals, a collection of plants, flowers, and trees, and a collection of inanimate objects. She must have been trying to stretch her abilities.

 

Coming upon the last two notebooks, he studied detailed portraits of their friends in his era, all done in painstaking detail. Her shading and proportions were perfect. Against one of the demons they had fought, Sango had the fire of a demon slayer in her eyes, wielding hiraikotsu from high in the air on a flying Kirara. Miroku was sketched sucking a demon into his wind tunnel with his monks robe billowing out behind him, brows furrowed. Shippou was throwing a ball of foxfire. He had to smile at the portrait of himself, striking with a flaming Tetsusaiga, a smirk on his face. There was even a sketch showing Miroku with his hand on Sango's bottom, a crimson handprint on his face.

 

Inuyasha chuckled. 'Such detail and so well done. Where did she find time to do all this?'

Inuyasha continued to browse. Kagome began sketching individual portraits capturing the softer side of each of them. He came to his own portrait.

 

'Is this what I really look like? I don't look at her that way do I?'

His face was scowling, mean, and angry. As though he were about to eat her. "I'm sorry, Kagome," he sighed.

Kagome stirred and moaned. He wished he could smell her scent, know what she was dreaming. But, he was human tonight, not hanyou.

Continuing, the portraits of him became greater in number, capturing the different sides of him. He especially liked the ones of himself fighting demons. Then he came to one that broke his heart. Him…holding Kikyou. He closed his eyes, feeling the pain that Kagome must have felt. He went on.

'She noticed that?,' he thought, when he saw the pictures of him sitting in a tree under a full moon, standing on the edge of a cliff in the setting sun with his head down in grief, sitting on the ground, after he had just slaughtered a bunch of bandits; he had been mourning. Then, his face as he had stared down at her while she slept.

He gasped in shock at the portraits of his transformation, something that he had no way of observing

'How could she stay with me after seeing that? How could any of them? Are they plain stupid?' he wondered, deeply concerned and confused. He turned to gaze at the brave girl who freely trusted him to come into her window unannounced.

There were only a few pages left. He decided that there was no reason not to finish. His eyes widened, seeing a collage of himself naked from the waist up bathing, washing his hair, stroking blood and dirt from his ears with wet hands, scrubbing his arms. He was even more shocked when he turned the page. There were sketches of her in the water with him, bathing him as he had done on the previous page. There was one difference, an addition; they had their arms wrapped around each other in a passionate kiss.

'Is this what she wants? She couldn't, not after everything she has seen.' He studied the way in which she portrayed herself. 'She is much more beautiful than this sketch.'

His breath caught. The rest of the sketches floored him. He was completely nude; stretched out on a boulder, standing and holding a flaming Tetsusaiga, leaning against a tree with a cocky look on his face. The full frontals were embarrassing. And last, them together, both nude, embracing each other, sleeping in each other's arms, kissing, making love, and tender moments.

He closed the last pad. Sitting there, he stared at it, unable to think. His chest was pounding, his mind blank, only aware of his own heartbeat. Finally, his mind came back to him. He lifted himself from the chair, a bit stiff from sitting so long, and turned to study the girl he now saw as a young woman.

'Could she really want me? Even after everything I did to push her away? Everything I did to hide my feelings for her?' he thought, hoping.

'Only one way to find out.'

 

 

 

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To all of those who previously read and reviewed on mm.org and aff.net and whose reviews were lost, I do apologize. Just know that I still appreciate you all. Thank You.

 

Snowfall, formerly Hanyou Slave

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*Disclaimer*

Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to. My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru.

 

 

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