InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sketches ❯ Honorable Decision ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Snowfall 
Inuyasha makes his decision
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.27.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha makes his decision
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.27.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter Eight
Honorable Decision
(When I posted the last chapter, I hadn't realized how long it had been since an update, hence, I will be attempting to get this up as quickly as possible. Please remember that this was written in 2004-2005 while I was writing my first fic and I had only had minimal exposure to the anime. ^_^)
Kagome opened the latest dated sketchpad and turned to the first blank page. Quickly opening the center drawer of the desk, she pulled out a package of colored pencils and began a painstakingly detailed sketch. It would be some time before the sketch was finished, but she believed Inuyasha could wait.
The moon had risen high into the night sky before she had finished. Packing the sketch and pencils, she turned to inspect the room. Throwing a few other items into her backpack, she headed for the back door leaving a note on the kitchen table. It was the first time she had ever ventured through the well alone after dark. Swallowing hard, she leapt over the edge.
The moon had risen high into the night sky before she had finished. Packing the sketch and pencils, she turned to inspect the room. Throwing a few other items into her backpack, she headed for the back door leaving a note on the kitchen table. It was the first time she had ever ventured through the well alone after dark. Swallowing hard, she leapt over the edge.
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Inuyasha watched as Kikyou's soul stealers faded from view. Sango and Miroku could not help but stare and hope he would not follow. They held their breath. When Inuyasha did not move, they breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. Inuyasha quietly leapt from his perch seeming to float to the ground. He was so silent, that had they been asleep, they would not have noticed. He stood for a long moment and then wandered away.
“Damn him!” exclaimed Sango after she felt he was out of hearing range.
“I agree, Sango. But, put yourself in his position. He had first told Kikyou that he would stay with her," Miroku quietly implored. “How would Kagome feel if he did not honor his word? Would she believe she could ever trust him?”
“I see your point, but consider this. Kagome loves him enough that she has risked her life for him time and time again. Do you think she wouldn't accept everything about Inuyasha? Do you think she would stop loving him, even if he did go to Kikyou? She has seen him slaughter bandits and come after her. She has endured his hateful jibes. Yet, she does not try to change him. It doesn't matter what he does or says. She has always, and will always remain at his side, no matter what. Sure, she gets mad and stomps off. But, she always comes back after she's cooled down. She has never abandoned him, regardless of everything he has put her through. She follows her heart, not her mind. Do you think she has not wondered why she stays with such a jerk? I do not think he could push her away even if he tried. So, do you think it would matter to her if he broke his promise to Kikyou?”
Miroku considered Sango's words stroking his chin, brows furrowed. “I have never thought of Kagome's devotion as being that intense.”
“Men,” Sango huffed. “You just don't pay attention when it comes to women.”
Miroku studied her, wondering if he had underestimated her feelings for him as well. 'Is she trying to tell me something?'
Inuyasha stood still in the darkness listening to their conversation.
`I know how Kagome feels, but it doesn't make breaking my promise right.'
Pushing those thoughts aside, Inuyasha continued on his way.
“Damn him!” exclaimed Sango after she felt he was out of hearing range.
“I agree, Sango. But, put yourself in his position. He had first told Kikyou that he would stay with her," Miroku quietly implored. “How would Kagome feel if he did not honor his word? Would she believe she could ever trust him?”
“I see your point, but consider this. Kagome loves him enough that she has risked her life for him time and time again. Do you think she wouldn't accept everything about Inuyasha? Do you think she would stop loving him, even if he did go to Kikyou? She has seen him slaughter bandits and come after her. She has endured his hateful jibes. Yet, she does not try to change him. It doesn't matter what he does or says. She has always, and will always remain at his side, no matter what. Sure, she gets mad and stomps off. But, she always comes back after she's cooled down. She has never abandoned him, regardless of everything he has put her through. She follows her heart, not her mind. Do you think she has not wondered why she stays with such a jerk? I do not think he could push her away even if he tried. So, do you think it would matter to her if he broke his promise to Kikyou?”
Miroku considered Sango's words stroking his chin, brows furrowed. “I have never thought of Kagome's devotion as being that intense.”
“Men,” Sango huffed. “You just don't pay attention when it comes to women.”
Miroku studied her, wondering if he had underestimated her feelings for him as well. 'Is she trying to tell me something?'
Inuyasha stood still in the darkness listening to their conversation.
`I know how Kagome feels, but it doesn't make breaking my promise right.'
Pushing those thoughts aside, Inuyasha continued on his way.
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Carrying her heavy backpack, Kagome struggled to climb from the well. She gasped when two large clawed hands reached down, grabbed her arms, and hauled her up and out.
“Oh, Inuyasha! You scared the life out of me,” she heaved trembling.
“Just what do you think you're doing, wench, coming out here in the middle of the night? You know how dangerous it is.” He spoke low and quiet while steadying her.
Inuyasha stared into her eyes waiting for an answer, hoping for something his mind could not quite grasp, but what he saw shook him to the very core. Grief so deep, it appeared bottomless, and threatened to swallow him whole. It was only a glimpse for it was suddenly capped and hidden under a glare of determination.
“I came to see you.”
Letting go, Inuyasha studied her, drinking in the vision before him. He could still smell the scent of his mark and longed to caress it, but was afraid of the effect such contact would have on them.
“Come on, I'll take you to camp,” said Inuyasha, taking her backpack and turning away from her.
“Why were you here?” asked Kagome, gazing at him out of the corner of her eye.
Inuyasha stood still for a moment. Without turning back to her, he muttered, “I missed you.”
He did not mention that his heart ached for her and that the well smelled of her scent making him feel closer to her.
Hope leapt in Kagome's heart. She still had a fighting chance. Stepping up to his side, she hesitantly took his large clawed hand in hers. Instead of pulling away, he looked down and gave her a weak smile squeezing her hand, so small compared to his own. Inuyasha led the way, somehow taking path that passed the God tree.
“Let's stop here for a moment, Inuyasha.”
He looked at her quizzically, but followed her lead, sitting down against the trunk of the tree. Kagome pulled out a flashlight and sketchpad.
“I've already looked through your sketches, Kagome.”
Her eyes widened.
“When did you do that?!” she asked, feeling that her privacy had been violated by the invasion into her heart's desires and most personal thoughts.
“On the moonless night, when I put you to bed, when…we made love. I apologize if I offended you.”
`So that's what motivated him to take the risk. Perhaps it was a good thing.'
“Here, hold this.” She handed him the flashlight.
He held the light to the pad as she flipped through the pages.
“Here.” She showed him the page she had just filled with her heart's longings.
“Can Kikyou give you this?”
Inuyasha studied it. Their companions filled the background. In the forefront he and Kagome stood. They were gazing into each other's eyes while his hand rested on the belly of a very pregnant Kagome. Inuyasha furrowed his brow trying to push down the tingling sensation rising from his stomach. He had never imagined this scenario. Kagome was way ahead of him. With his mark came this promise. Inuyasha sighed, his mind going blank as it had the night he had first looked at her sketches.
Kagome watched him intently. She was not going to deride Kikyou. It would be wrong and he would know that. Instead, she showed him what she could offer in hopes that he understood what he would be giving up. There did not seem to be a right or wrong in this situation, only a choice. He had made a promise, not understanding who or what he had made that promise to, and still felt obligated to keep it. At the same time, he had taken a perfectly understandable action with Kagome, leaving another promise. Kagome knew what Kikyou was, but he had to figure that out on his own. Even Urasue, the witch that had made Kikyou's clay body, had admitted that the copy was a false replica, a monster.
As Inuyasha stared at the sketch, in his soul, even to the darkest recesses, the scene felt right. He didn't understand why, it just did.
`Should I follow my instincts, my heart, like Kagome does?' His mind drifted back to the conversation between Sango and Miroku. `Kagome seems to always know what is right. Well, almost always,' he thought, remembering her protection of the wolf demon that had kidnapped her.
As the silence crept on and Kagome heard Inuyasha's sigh, her heart sank. She leaned back against the tree and waited for what seemed like an eternity. 'Maybe he'll never figure it out.'
He thought back to the night that they had made love, trying to recall his human thoughts at the time, trying to remember his reasoning for taking Kagome as his mate. He knew it couldn't have been a whim.
`Kikyou couldn't stop time after all,' he remembered, thinking of that night. `What did that mean? Hell! It all boils down to the fact that I can only keep one promise. I just have to choose which one. Either way, I will be breaking a promise...Kikyou is dead,' he thought as he stared at the picture of the possibility of actually having children. 'Kagome is not. Kikyou hates me. Kagome loves me and visa versa. I can have a family with Kagome, only death with Kikyou. I did not promise to die for Kikyou. Huh?! She wants me dead, but I did not promise her that! I told Kikyou I would protect her, but she is already dead, and I told her I couldn't help her when she tried to drag me into hell. I told Kagome I would protect her and she is still alive. I can keep that promise. Kikyou would never have me as a hanyou. Kagome loves me for who I am.'
As thoughts swirled through Inuyasha's mind, making him dizzy, Kagome had her eyes closed. It was late and she was tired. Nodding off, she slid to the side. Inuyasha saw her out of the corner of his eye and quickly reached out and pulled her back up.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
`She's already asleep. The girl has no tolerance for late nights.'
He smiled. She looked so peaceful. Shielding her from the night air, he put his arm around her, pulling her close. As he stroked her hair away from her face, butterflies rose in his stomach. He couldn't resist. He leaned down and traced barely there kisses from her forehead to her eyelids, down her cheeks and across her lips. Nuzzling her neck and smelling the scent of his mark, couldn't help but tenderly lick the punctures.
At the tickling sensation on her skin, Kagome stirred. “Inuyasha? What are you doing?”
In answer, he slid his fangs directly above the marks on her neck. Having already treated the mark with his mating saliva, Kagome felt no pain when he slid his fangs into the place they should be. Her stomach sank inward as her body convulsed in orgasm. Her mewling moan entreated Inuyasha to pull her into his lap to straddle him. Cupping her face in his large hands, he drew her lips to his. Begging for her favor, her acceptance, he tugged at bottom lip, wetting it with his own warm moisture. Her body, still trembling from the effects of his bite, shuddered in pleasure and desire. This was too much. He hadn't given an answer and she didn't want to open herself up to more pain.
Pushing him away, she murmured, “I can't, Inuyasha. I must first know that you will stay with me.”
Inuyasha caressed the mark on her neck, sending shivers down her spine, causing her back to involuntarily arch.
“Please, Inuyasha. No more.”
Clutching her to him, he buried his face between her breasts. Tipping his head back, he gazed into her eyes. “Kagome, I would have none other than you,” he whispered his decision as his hands traveled up her back.
Perched in a tree, Kikyou watched from afar. She watched as he re-instated his mark. She watched as they slowly and tenderly removed one another's clothes.
She watched.
“Oh, Inuyasha! You scared the life out of me,” she heaved trembling.
“Just what do you think you're doing, wench, coming out here in the middle of the night? You know how dangerous it is.” He spoke low and quiet while steadying her.
Inuyasha stared into her eyes waiting for an answer, hoping for something his mind could not quite grasp, but what he saw shook him to the very core. Grief so deep, it appeared bottomless, and threatened to swallow him whole. It was only a glimpse for it was suddenly capped and hidden under a glare of determination.
“I came to see you.”
Letting go, Inuyasha studied her, drinking in the vision before him. He could still smell the scent of his mark and longed to caress it, but was afraid of the effect such contact would have on them.
“Come on, I'll take you to camp,” said Inuyasha, taking her backpack and turning away from her.
“Why were you here?” asked Kagome, gazing at him out of the corner of her eye.
Inuyasha stood still for a moment. Without turning back to her, he muttered, “I missed you.”
He did not mention that his heart ached for her and that the well smelled of her scent making him feel closer to her.
Hope leapt in Kagome's heart. She still had a fighting chance. Stepping up to his side, she hesitantly took his large clawed hand in hers. Instead of pulling away, he looked down and gave her a weak smile squeezing her hand, so small compared to his own. Inuyasha led the way, somehow taking path that passed the God tree.
“Let's stop here for a moment, Inuyasha.”
He looked at her quizzically, but followed her lead, sitting down against the trunk of the tree. Kagome pulled out a flashlight and sketchpad.
“I've already looked through your sketches, Kagome.”
Her eyes widened.
“When did you do that?!” she asked, feeling that her privacy had been violated by the invasion into her heart's desires and most personal thoughts.
“On the moonless night, when I put you to bed, when…we made love. I apologize if I offended you.”
`So that's what motivated him to take the risk. Perhaps it was a good thing.'
“Here, hold this.” She handed him the flashlight.
He held the light to the pad as she flipped through the pages.
“Here.” She showed him the page she had just filled with her heart's longings.
“Can Kikyou give you this?”
Inuyasha studied it. Their companions filled the background. In the forefront he and Kagome stood. They were gazing into each other's eyes while his hand rested on the belly of a very pregnant Kagome. Inuyasha furrowed his brow trying to push down the tingling sensation rising from his stomach. He had never imagined this scenario. Kagome was way ahead of him. With his mark came this promise. Inuyasha sighed, his mind going blank as it had the night he had first looked at her sketches.
Kagome watched him intently. She was not going to deride Kikyou. It would be wrong and he would know that. Instead, she showed him what she could offer in hopes that he understood what he would be giving up. There did not seem to be a right or wrong in this situation, only a choice. He had made a promise, not understanding who or what he had made that promise to, and still felt obligated to keep it. At the same time, he had taken a perfectly understandable action with Kagome, leaving another promise. Kagome knew what Kikyou was, but he had to figure that out on his own. Even Urasue, the witch that had made Kikyou's clay body, had admitted that the copy was a false replica, a monster.
As Inuyasha stared at the sketch, in his soul, even to the darkest recesses, the scene felt right. He didn't understand why, it just did.
`Should I follow my instincts, my heart, like Kagome does?' His mind drifted back to the conversation between Sango and Miroku. `Kagome seems to always know what is right. Well, almost always,' he thought, remembering her protection of the wolf demon that had kidnapped her.
As the silence crept on and Kagome heard Inuyasha's sigh, her heart sank. She leaned back against the tree and waited for what seemed like an eternity. 'Maybe he'll never figure it out.'
He thought back to the night that they had made love, trying to recall his human thoughts at the time, trying to remember his reasoning for taking Kagome as his mate. He knew it couldn't have been a whim.
`Kikyou couldn't stop time after all,' he remembered, thinking of that night. `What did that mean? Hell! It all boils down to the fact that I can only keep one promise. I just have to choose which one. Either way, I will be breaking a promise...Kikyou is dead,' he thought as he stared at the picture of the possibility of actually having children. 'Kagome is not. Kikyou hates me. Kagome loves me and visa versa. I can have a family with Kagome, only death with Kikyou. I did not promise to die for Kikyou. Huh?! She wants me dead, but I did not promise her that! I told Kikyou I would protect her, but she is already dead, and I told her I couldn't help her when she tried to drag me into hell. I told Kagome I would protect her and she is still alive. I can keep that promise. Kikyou would never have me as a hanyou. Kagome loves me for who I am.'
As thoughts swirled through Inuyasha's mind, making him dizzy, Kagome had her eyes closed. It was late and she was tired. Nodding off, she slid to the side. Inuyasha saw her out of the corner of his eye and quickly reached out and pulled her back up.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
`She's already asleep. The girl has no tolerance for late nights.'
He smiled. She looked so peaceful. Shielding her from the night air, he put his arm around her, pulling her close. As he stroked her hair away from her face, butterflies rose in his stomach. He couldn't resist. He leaned down and traced barely there kisses from her forehead to her eyelids, down her cheeks and across her lips. Nuzzling her neck and smelling the scent of his mark, couldn't help but tenderly lick the punctures.
At the tickling sensation on her skin, Kagome stirred. “Inuyasha? What are you doing?”
In answer, he slid his fangs directly above the marks on her neck. Having already treated the mark with his mating saliva, Kagome felt no pain when he slid his fangs into the place they should be. Her stomach sank inward as her body convulsed in orgasm. Her mewling moan entreated Inuyasha to pull her into his lap to straddle him. Cupping her face in his large hands, he drew her lips to his. Begging for her favor, her acceptance, he tugged at bottom lip, wetting it with his own warm moisture. Her body, still trembling from the effects of his bite, shuddered in pleasure and desire. This was too much. He hadn't given an answer and she didn't want to open herself up to more pain.
Pushing him away, she murmured, “I can't, Inuyasha. I must first know that you will stay with me.”
Inuyasha caressed the mark on her neck, sending shivers down her spine, causing her back to involuntarily arch.
“Please, Inuyasha. No more.”
Clutching her to him, he buried his face between her breasts. Tipping his head back, he gazed into her eyes. “Kagome, I would have none other than you,” he whispered his decision as his hands traveled up her back.
Perched in a tree, Kikyou watched from afar. She watched as he re-instated his mark. She watched as they slowly and tenderly removed one another's clothes.
She watched.
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Thank You to all those who read, review, and rate.
I lurve you all. ^_^
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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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