InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Someone To Watch Over Me ❯ Memories, Nightmares ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

~*~*~Memories, Nightmares~*~*~

 

***Lime warning, there is no clean version***

 

 

 

It was dark: an inky blackness that seemed to blanket the world and hide everything in frightening angry shadows. There was no moon tonight; even the stars seemed to be hidden from view. There was no wind, nothing to stir the dead leaves on the ground, wet from the rains the day before. Across the shrine grounds light spilled into the night from the sliding doors of the storehouse that stood open only a bare inch or two. There were voices inside, muted so as not to disturb those sleeping in the house: one angry, one protective.

 

Across the grounds a door opened, a soft beam of light from a child's pink Hello Kitty flashlight flickered into the yard. A small foot covered by a white cat-faced open toed slipper shuffled between the open door and the frame as a young girl slipped outside as quietly as could be. Her black hair disappeared in the darkness only the two red elastic hair ties that held the locks in low pigtails could be discerned. A long pink and yellow robe with white flowers on it was wrapped around the girl's slight frame, hiding her body and nightclothes from view.

 

A soft mewl from near her feet drew her attention, and with a soft hiss she bent down. Switching off and slipping her flashlight into the single pocket of her robe, she waved her hands, fingers down, palm up as she pushed the animal back inside only to have it try to escape again.

 

“No, stay,” she whispered to the small grey cat as she closed the door with as little sound as possible; the click of the tongue in the latch sounding loud in her ears.

 

Removing the thin pink flashlight from her pocket the young girl fumbled with the large pink cat head shaped switch. Shaking the device and willing it to work she was nearly blinded when it finally turned on, the light shining directly in her eyes. Blinking rapidly as she directed the beam in front of her, she took a deep breath. Biting her bottom lip, she summoned up her courage, standing to her full six year old height and moved out into the shrine grounds. Her steps were slow, unsteady, her attention undivided as she focused on the light coming from the doors of the shrine house. A sense of foreboding hastened her steps. Her father was in that shed. He hadn't come in to check for monsters in her room before she was tucked in for bed. He always checked for monsters before she went to sleep.

 

“Papa?” Her breath caught in her throat as she stopped cold.

 

Her eyes were wide, terrified her body trembling with a staggering cold that only she could feel. She could feel it, couldn't she? The darkness, the evil. The overwhelming feeling that her father was in danger drove her forward, her feet moving faster than her mind could comprehend. She slipped, catching herself on the very next step and realized absently that she had lost her slippers and was now barefoot. Wet leaves stuck to her feet; small stones cut and scratched at her soles, but still she ran.

 

Sniffling back desperate tears, her breath coming in broken stilted gasps, she didn't notice when her flashlight fell from her hands, clattering to the ground and shattering the plastic feline head that was the light switch. All the girl knew was that she wasn't moving fast enough.

 

“Papa!” she cried, out stumbling into the doors as she pushed them open.

 

Her eyes widened, her voice leaving her as she watched her uncle put his hand to her father's chest. A malicious sneer twisted the man's face as a dark shadow; a black sphere infused with a sickly dark purple light was pushed from her uncle's hand into her father's chest.

 

Kagome! Wake up.

 

“PAPA!!!” the child screamed out as she ran at her uncle.

 

Kagome wake up!

 

Whose voice was that? Why did it seem so familiar?

 

The child tried to shove the man away from her father to no avail. She screamed again as her father crumpled to the floor, his heart no longer beating. She screamed at her uncle, called him a monster as he laughed at her.

 

Damnit, wench! Wake UP!

 

That voice again. It was demanding, angry, yet she also knew she'd find safety there.

 

The girl was sobbing over her father's body, covering it with her own. Looking up, she screamed as her uncle touched her head, and pain exploded behind her eyes.

 

KAGOME!

 

 

Kagome jerked awake, her own scream startling her, her heart pounding furiously in her chest. Her eyes were impossibly wide in her face and wild with fear. Her body may now be awake, but her mind was still trapped inside the dream, the memory.

 

“No!” Kagome cried out sharply when Inuyasha touched her arm.

 

Inuyasha pulled his hand back slowly when she jerked away from him, his face a mass of worried confusion when she struggled to stand, falling when she was almost on her feet. Catching her before she could hit the floor, he was surprised when she screamed again and fought against him.

 

“Damnit to hell, Kagome! Wake the fuck up!” the hanyou snarled, grasping her shoulders and shaking her.

 

The shoji door of their room was thrown open, slamming back into it's track before bouncing slightly forward at the impact. Inuyasha growled, not needing to use his eyes, his nose already telling him who was coming into the room.

 

“What's wrong?” Sango asked as she and Miroku burst into the room; Kirara and Shippou fast on their heels.

 

“She won't fucking wake up!” Inuyasha growled, frustrated and scared for the girl.

 

The scent of her fear was overwhelming, even starling the young fox kit as he stood frozen watching his adopted mother. It choked the hanyou, enraging his youkai as it left him angry at the sense of helplessness that stayed his hand. He was growling, shaking, his ears folded halfway back as his claws scraped against the wood of the floor leaving marks and curling up the slivers of wood beneath his claws. He could fight a youkai; hell, he could fight a human or anything else for that matter, but he didn't know how to fight a dream.

 

“Make her say your name, Inuyasha,” Miroku said as he watched his terrified friend, sensed her rising panic.

 

“How the hell am I suppose to do that, monk?!” the hanyou snarled as Kagome again shied away from him.

 

“Anyway you can. Just make her say your name, Inuyasha,” Miroku repeated as he leaned on his staff, Sango next to him.

 

Sango stood next to Miroku, Kirara on her shoulder and Shippou in her arms. Her hair hung loose down her back; her eyes alert though dark with her need for sleep. She watched Kagome, understanding Inuyasha's anger at the feeling of helplessness and far too powerful worry for the girl, for she felt it all as well. She could see the hanyou's uncertainty, his near reluctance at not knowing how to accomplish what needed to be done.

 

“It has to be you, Inuyasha,” Sango said, taking a step forward as her eyes switched back and forth between the hanyou and miko. “You're the only one she will turn to for comfort, the only one she will find safety in. You hold her heart, Inuyasha.”

 

“Feh.”

 

The hanyou blushed as he turned his attention back to Kagome. He knew they would refuse to leave if he told them to but hated the idea that they would see the display he was about to put on. Moving to stand on his hands and knees, he gave a breathy `woof' and moved slowly toward the girl that sat cowering against the wall. Her eyes were wild, unfocused, and completely blind to the world around her.

 

Shippou's eyes widened as he watched Inuyasha. The only time he'd ever seen such a display before was when his father had done so with his mother after a lesser rat youkai had attacked their den.

 

Folding his ears back against his head when she failed to respond, Inuyasha gave a low whine and moved forward, rubbing his cheek against hers. The touch, though gentle, startled her, and she moved her hands up to push him away. The feel of his puppy ears beneath her fingers stopped her, stayed her fear; the feel of his youki brushing against her calmed her panic and coaxed her spirit to respond to him, to recognize him. Slowly, barely more than a whisper upon her mind, her dream began to lose its hold on her. A soft sigh escaped her as the all too familiar voice became stronger, held her safe, as the person the voice belonged to took form in her mind.

 

The fire rat clothes…the enchanted beads…the sharp claws…the powerful sword and bright golden eyes…A promise of safety, a familiar spirit, and a twitch of the white puppy ears that she loved so very much.

 

Ever so slowly the room around her began to fade into view. Sliding her hands through his hair, she was comforted by the feel of its softness.

 

“Inu - Inuyasha?” Kagome blinked her eyes as she looked at him, tears making the brown depths shimmer in the moonlight that filled the room.

 

The tears that swam in her eyes spilled down her cheeks as she reached a trembling hand out to Inuyasha - hoping, praying that he really was there in front of her. He didn't realize that he was holding his breath, his eyes unmoving, unblinking as he watched her. He held still; his ears that had been folded back against his head slowly rose to stand tall, bent toward her to catch every sound as he waited for her to touch him. As her hand neared his cheek she could feel his warm breath. Touching his cheek, her eyes opened wider, a gasping sob breaking from within her as she shot forward, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and neck as her body slammed into his.

 

Inuyasha caught her in his arms as he felt himself fall to the floor behind him, landing on his back, Kagome sprawled on top of him, lying between his spread legs. Kagome clung to him desperately, her body trembling, quaking with her near violent sobs. She kept crying his name, chanting it softly into his neck as though she were still searching for him. He tightened his arms around her, burying one hand in her hair as he cupped the back of her head holding her to him and bent his knees, his feet flat on the floor as he sat up with her.

 

His movements were slow, careful as he turned her, shifted her, kissed her hair as he moved her in closer. Her body was framed by his bent legs; her refusal to let go of him making his movements clumsy. It tore at him, broke him, filled him with such a powerful surge of rage that he trembled for only a moment as he held her tighter still. He loved her; it was a fact that could no longer be denied, from which he couldn't run. His love for her no longer scared him as it once had. It was so powerful, almost too powerful; he was never quite as strong as he was when he was with her - but this? The power this dream held over her…the scent of her tears, her fear, the way she trembled in his arms, the sounds of her breaking sobs, stilted gasping breaths…it was almost more than he could take.

 

“I'm here, Kagome,” he told her softly; his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke. To know that this was all he could do, offer a few words of comfort, his touch, his presence, it didn't feel like nearly enough, did it? “I've got you, Kagome. I've got you.”

 

Her tears were hot, wringing painful sobs from deep within her as the scent of the salt stung his nose. She would cry herself to sleep soon; he could smell the rising exhaustion. He needed to move her back to the futon before that, he wanted to lay with her, hold her close, cover them both with the blankets, and keep her warm and safe next to him. Looking around, he discovered that at some point the others had left, closing the door behind them, and leaving him alone with the girl in his arms.

 

To get to a position where he could stand up with her he knew he would have to let her go, even if only for a moment. He hated the idea of it, but there was no way around it. Slowly loosening his hold on her, he unwrapped his arms from around her and tried to lift up, to shift into a kneeling position only to be startled by the strength of her reaction.

 

“No! Please!” she cried out, gripping him tighter, pulling him back down to the floor. “Please don't leave me.”

 

“Shh,” he soothed her, wrapping her up in his arms once more. “I'm not going anywhere, I promise.” He stroked her hair, rubbed her back. “I'm just going to move us to the futon.”

 

Sliding his hand over her cheek, he cupped her face in his palm and brushed her still falling tears away with the pad of his thumb. Pillowing her head in his hand, Kagome looked up at him, her eyes wet, the tears shining like crystal droplets in the moonlight. The softness in his gaze soothed her, reassured her. Closing the distance between them, he kissed her forehead, her eyes, sipped at her tears before kissing her trembling lips with the touch of butterfly wings.

 

“I won't leave you, Kagome,” he promised her sagely. “I promised I'd always protect you, didn't I?” She nodded, a gentle smile toying with her lips. “I - I'm sorry, Kagome.”

 

“For what?” she asked, her nostrils flaring as she fought to control her tears.

 

“I failed you,” he said, his ears half folded, drooping in his upset. “I didn't protect you.”

 

Her brow furrowed as he got his feet underneath him and lifted her into his arms. He stood slowly, cradling her to his chest refusing to meet Kagome's eyes. He took her the few steps to the futon and crouched low, laying her down on the soft bed. The gentle touch of her fingers on his left ear made him look up at her.

 

“It was a dream, Inuyasha,” Kagome said as she rubbed his ear. “You can't protect me from a dream.”

 

He blinked at her and flicked back the ear she'd been rubbing, drawing a giggle from her. A yawn broke the tension of the moment, and he smiled down at her as she lay back upon the pillow, and he drew the blanket up to her chin. Raising her arms out from underneath the blanket, she reached for him.

 

“Lay with me?” she as asked as sleep closed in around her. “Hold me?”

 

“Always,” he promised, climbing in behind her.

 

Kagome turned on her side to face him and tucked herself into his chest, twining her legs with his as he pulled the blanket up over himself. Wrapping her up in his arms, he sighed contently. Kagome looked up at Inuyasha, smiling when he nudged his arm underneath her head. Pillowing her cheek on his fire rat clothed bicep, her eyes stayed locked with his as he combed the claws and fingers of his free hand through her hair.

 

Kagome scooted closer to him, curling her hand in his haori. The golden hue of his eyes darkened to a deep, burning topaz. His hand stilled in her hair, his fingers curling behind her neck. The pads of his fingers, the tips of his claws were gentle, enticing as he rubbed the base of her skull. He watched as her eyes darkened into pools of midnight sky staring back at him. Her lips parted, air sucked in as a fevered flush rose upon her cheeks. He could hear her heart beat faster, feel her body begin to tremble deliciously against him as she pushed her body into his. His senses were teased, enriched, enslaved and set free by her changing scent. Kagome could feel a growing tightness in her abdomen, an almost pain that wasn't quite painful as her body flooded with a warmth, a sensation so strong and so foreign that she knew no name for it.

 

Flowers, spices, a touch of honey and summer berries; his own scent - darker and baser - mixed in, the soaps she'd used while in the bath, and the salty tang of her now forgotten tears; it all mixed together into a heady perfume the hanyou was powerless to resist. He nudged his leg, clothed in the fire rat hakama, between her thighs, rubbing slowly, persistently back and forth in an up and down sawing motion. Kagome panted, her eyes closed slowly as he watched the changing emotions upon her face; the look of rapture, pleasure, her submission to her own growing desire as she whispered his name, begged for something she couldn't name, something she didn't fully understand.

 

A low growl, a soothing rumble sounded from the hanyou as he felt her rock against his thigh, her panting breaths - shaking and broken as she moaned and called his name. He could smell the dewy dampness of her womanhood; a whine sounded from him as his ears folded back; his eyes narrowed, and he kissed her. Kagome jerked at the touch of his lips on hers. An explosion of lights behind her closed eyes drew a gasp from her, inviting his tongue in to play with hers. She groaned. Her hand diving into his hair, holding him to her as her other hand fisted into the folds of his haori the backs of her fingers pressing against the smooth, warm skin of his chest.

 

Inuyasha groaned, rubbing his thigh against her wet center as she rocked against him with abandon. She moaned into the kiss, caressed his fangs with her tongue and whimpered in pleasure when he growled into her mouth. Rolling her onto her back, Inuyasha cupped her face in his hands, never breaking the kiss as he settled himself between her legs. Kagome broke the kiss, took in a deep shuddering, shaking breath as he kissed his way down her chin, across her jaw line, nipping at her smooth skin, nuzzled her pulse with the tip of his nose. He stopped, lifted his face away from her skin for a single moment only to return to her, to drag his hot tongue up from the hollow of her throat to the pulsing, throbbing point on her jugular just below her ear. His lips curled back as he closed in further, scraping his fangs lightly along her skin causing her to cry out and tremble violently.

 

Her legs spread wider, her knees bending, her feet lifting up off the bed only to lock at the ankles in the small of his back. That feeling, the almost pain in her abdomen tightened more, and, strangely enough, she knew she wanted more of that feeling, didn't want it to stop. His hands moved, one hand combing deeper into her hair, holding still her head as he found her lips with his once more, plundering the hot moist cavern of her mouth with his tongue. His other hand slipped down, his thumb brushing back and forth over her throat as the hand went lower still. Down over her shoulder, feeling the soft silk of the kimono she'd worn back from the bathing chamber beneath his calloused hand. The heat of her skin beneath the silk burned him, soothed him as his touch caused a vicious layer of gooseflesh to erupt upon her body.

 

She sighed, whimpered, moaned into his kiss as he teased her with the barest hint of touches to the outside of her right breast, both still fully covered by their respective clothing. It was the almost touch - the barely there brush of his claw over her erect nipple - that broke the damn inside of her and freed the raging flood of her release as she cried out his name. He smiled with pure male pride as he kissed her slowly, gently, loosed her legs from around his waist as he eased her down from the precipice and calmed her over excited nerves.

 

Inuyasha breathed in deeply, ignoring his own needs as he rolled onto his back. Sliding his arm underneath her back, he moved her, tucked her into his side. Kagome was still panting, still shuddering with the after effects of their intimate play. Curling up on her side, she pillowed her torso along his, her head on his shoulder as she wrapped herself around him, one leg curled in between his. Pulling the blankets up over them both, once again, he kissed her hair. He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, a happy sigh sounding from her as her scent changed, nearing that of sleep.

 

“Go to sleep, Kagome,” he told her softly when she blinked tiredly at him. “Sweet dreams.”

 

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