InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Suppression ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One


Five Years Earlier

Gods he was so close. She could practically feel his skin on hers. Kagome forced her body to keep running, although her mind screamed "No! This is InuYasha you're running away from you baka!" Blindly she tore through the forest. All those years of non-stop walking had aided her legs well, she may not be very strong physically to defend herself, but her legs might be able to help her outrun whatever was chasing her; which she was doing now.

"Come back here Kagome! There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Kagome squeezed her eyes shut; her lungs and side were burning; she'd been running from him for what seemed like ages and she wondered why he hadn't caught her already, she wasn't stupid, she knew she couldn't outrun a hanyou. The gods graced her and soon ahead she spotted a cave that she could hide in and hopefully steal a few moments of rest.

She knew she was in big shit this time.

Kagome dived in, lightly crying out at the small vicious braches and twigs hat tore at her soft flesh. "This is what I get for trying to leave him;" she panted, scooting back in the tiny little cave. She stayed for a few moments before scooting forward to peek out; there was a complete silence that she hadn't noticed before, no crunching of leaves, no birds chirping, no rustling of the trees. "Maybe I got lucky and he decided to give up and leave," Kagome thought foolishly. After staying in that position for a few more moments to make sure InuYasha wasn't coming she let out a sigh of relief and turned around to rest a while longer before walking back to the well.

"Thought you could escape me, didn't you bitch?"

Kagome barely had time to register the red eyes and the fanged mouth that grinned down at her as InuYasha thrust his clawed hand through her stomach.

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Kagome sat up quickly, panting for breath. She was absolutely coated in sweat and her legs ached as if she'd just been forced to walk across Japan. She wiped her hand across her head and took a quick survey of her friends to make sure she hadn't awakened anyone. Sango and Miroku were on the opposite side of the fire; well, it wasn't really a fire anymore, just the remains of one and a few glowing embers that crackled; Sango was sleeping peacefully curled up into Kirara, and Miroku lay against the bottom of a tree trunk, his chest rising and falling and a slight grin on his face. Kagome didn't even want to guess as to what was making him grin like that. InuYasha was nowhere to be found, Kagome soon realized. She figured he had left to go sleep somewhere else, they'd gotten into an argument before bed and Kagome smiled at the memory.

"InuYasha, I told you! I don't have anymore ninja food! You're going to have to deal with these sandwiches I made!" Kagome shouted. She was irritated, hot, tired, and to be honest she just wanted to punch InuYasha in the face. He'd been complaining all day about wanting his stupid "ninja food".

"What the hell Kagome!" InuYasha yelled, also extremely frustrated. She knew it was his favorite and pretty much all he ate, why the hell couldn't she bring more of it!? "Fucking useless," he muttered under his breath, hungry enough to eat whatever those stupid sandwiches of hers were.

"SIT DAMNIT"

Kagome frowned, running her hand over her face and closing her eyes. This wasn't the first time she'd had a strange dream like that, she'd been having them for almost two weeks now, and the dreams were never different, they were always the same, beginning with her running in the forest and ending with his claw going through her torso. She winced remembering it. What on earth did she do each time to make him so angry? She promised him she would never leave and she meant it. "This is getting more and more frustrating," she mumbled to her hands, which held her face. There were so many questions she had about the dream but she had no answer; she had tried mentioning it to Sango on one of their many adventures to the hot springs but she was too scared that InuYasha would be listening closeby. She wouldn't even try mentioning it to Miroku, he would blab to InuYasha the moment they were alone, he was like that.

Kagome sighed and sat up, figuring she would walk over to the stream nearby and wash her face to clear her mind before returning to sleep.

The night was beautiful, the air was crisp and clean, unlike the air in the modern era that was filled with smog and smoke and dust and other disgusting odors. It was one of the many things she loved about the Feudal Era. The trees were taller, much taller than the ones that grew back home (with the exception of the Goshinboku), and they cast a covering over the forest ground. The sky was pitch black against the stars. One could spend an eternity trying to count them all. The moon was almost full and very bright, shining down on the forest, making it look like something someone would see in a painting or a dream.

She found the stream quickly, following its soothing sound and knelt down, scooping the clear frigid liquid in her cupped hands and splashing it on her face, doing so another two times. Kagome wiped her face on her shirt and stood up, yawning and stretching out her arms. The crickets were singing her a lullaby, and suddenly the air became very chill and Kagome was eager to return to her warm sleeping bag where she could hopefully return to her slumber and not be plagued by nightmares of a certain silver-haired hanyou shoving his hand through her body.

As she turned around to head back to camp she looked up and jumped, yelping and clutching at her chest. InuYasha stood there, looking menacing and beautiful, his silver hair glowing and his eyes shining, his oh so sexy lips fixed in a frown meant for her. She hadn't even heard him approach. "I-I-InuYasha, what are you doing up? Its so late, I thought you were asleep like everyone else!" Her voice shook despite the calm resolve she tried to keep on her face. She could tell by the smirk forming rapidly on his face she was doing a very poor job indeed of hiding her surprise. She felt guilty, like she had just been caught sneaking a cookie out of the cookie jar, even though she knew she had done nothing wrong.

"Well well, little girl, it's past your bedtime isn't it?"