InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Over Me ❯ Tending wounds and Inuyasha's Sorrow! ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Taking over Me

Summary- He couldn't remember, She couldn't forget. He was hers....He just didn't know it yet, and neither did she. KagomeXYoukoXKurama

Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha or Yu yu hakusho, The honor belongs to the Authors: Rumiko Takashi and Yoshihiro Togashi.

Chapter one: Tending wounds and Inuyasha's sorrow!

Kagome's footsteps echoed in the cave as she entered, "Hello?" She called out.

.........

Silence.

The miko sighed and closed her eyes. Using all the concentration she could muster, she placed a barrier at the entrance of the cave.

Nearing the middle of the stone haven, she dropped her pack with a muffled Thunk, letting her back rest against the wall before dropping down into lotus position. Inuyasha... She thought with worry.


Her thighs screamed, her lungs aflame!

She had to run!

She ran with all her might, paying no heed to the twigs that scratched at her. None to qauking ground beneath her. She knew. If she turned now; her fate would be sealed. Her hideous yellow pack bounced behind her, the straps smacking her thighs hard enough to make her wince. It hindered her speed, but she couldn't drop it. She knew she'd need it later. Besides; it held everything she needed to survive, without it she would die. But with it I'm not doing much better, Oh Inuyasha, hurry! She pushed on. Branches and upturned roots littered the pathway she ran on. Every so often she would trip before righting herself and continuing.

Soon enough, she stumbled upon a new clearing. A river ran through the path; The surrounding forest looked ominous in the setting sun.

The trees shivered behind her, she was aware if she didn't choose the way now ; It would catch her.Across the river. She decided.

The water was freezing. It felt as if hundreds of tiny daggers were pricking her, all at the same time. Her teeth chattered as she waded through the water. A loose rock beneath her made her lose her balance, causing her to fall backwards. I... can't breathe! She was drowning. She would occasionally float up, only to be pulled back down by the harsh current. An object met her blurred vision. She grabbed for it and with a rushed tug she was up. She coughed and sputtered, trying to get the water from her lungs. Her wheezed panting only made her raw throat hurt more. She clawed at the ground, her long nails leaving deep gouges in the their wake. She sensed it then, youkai; It was coming closer.

She dizzily got to her feet, barely balanced as she was up and running again. She realized the demon was playing with her, floating in and out of her range to sense it. One second it would be uncomfortably close and then the next so far away she had to strain to sense it's youkai aura. "I am no one's toy," she whispered. She stopped. "Do you hear?" She called, " I am not one to be toyed with!" She could sense the amusement clouding it's aura at her proclamation. It was sudenly so close she could choke on it. She set off at a pace that was sure to wear her down. The weight of her pack bared down heavily on her, causing her several times to trip.

It was minutes later, as she tired, that the youkai was so suddenly upon her. "Shiiiikon!" It garbled in what could have been called a male voice. She could only guess, though. She did what any miko out of ki in her position would. She ran like hell. But by such a hurry she was in, she failed to notice the oncoming ledge ahead. The ground loose and likely to collapse to the rocky river below.

The youkai struck out reaching for the chain that held the Shikon but grabbing her shirt instead, the acid-like hands rapidly dissolved the fabric and sunk into her skin, burning through and letting blood flow. Kagome wanted that shrill sound to stop. She realized it was her. She..she was screaming. Whether it was out of pain from her injuries or terror out of the collapsing ground beneathe her, she couldn't tell.

It sounded so canine. Her yelp of pain when she hit the rocks below. But the pain ceased all coherent thought, nothing but agony remained. She would have been content to wash her pain away with her silent tears, if not for the demon behind her. Who was. . . currently breathing down her neck! Aiieee! She scrambled to get up and let out another pain filled yelp as her back protested, loudly.

The drip of her own blood down her back made her cringe, she was numb from the pain now but soon it would fade. Kagome knew she would regret this constant running later. Over her pounding feet the sound of her blood hitting the earth could be heard. It was a hypnotic beat.

Pit. . .

pit pat. .

Pit. . .

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Pit. . .

Pit pat pat. . .

Her back, she knew, must have had a hole in it. Her shoulder was badly bruised and she thought to have torn a muscle. He chest and back had taken the brunt of the fall, with having the weight of her hideous yellow pack added on. Her ribs were bruised if the amount of ache coming from them was anything to go by. Her thighs were scraped, nothing too serious but that didn't mean they didn't sting like hell. She felt it then. The pulse, the pulse deep inside her. Her power. It was little, and would probably only take off a chunk. But it would do. Forcing her power into her hands she spun and blasted the youkai. It roared in it's own indistinguishable way and fell, half of it's body melted away. Kagome knew it wouldn't be down for long and took her chance to get a head start.

She carefully scanned the new area, finding another forest not too far away. Had she not been running for her life, she would have stopped to admire the scenery. Would have stopped to smell the roses. As she entered the forest she almost choked on the youki, It was so strong. It was everywhere, seemingly living in the plants themselves.

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"Ano, Shippo?" Kagome whispered. "Eh?" Shippo looked up. "What kind of kitsune are you?" She asked with a brilliant smile. He looked down. "I'm a fire kitsune, also known as a red kitsune." He sighed. "Shippo?" Kagome questioned, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He flashed his fangs in a cheeky grin. "I'm not one of the strongest kitsunes though, The strongest are the Silver kitsunes!" He informed her. "But all the Silver Kitsunes have been wiped out," He looked saddened. "Except one." He added. "One?" Kagome asked. "Yes, one. Youko Kurama the best thief ever known, him and his partner Kuronue are known throughout all Kitsune history, No! All Demon history!" Kagome smiled, he looked so excited. "Silver Kitsunes are known for plant manipulation," He said, with a mock serious face. Kagome grinned and pulled him into a headlock, giving him a playful noogie. "Q-. . . Quit it!" He said, laughter in his voice.

"Oh my goodness," She cooed, "Shippo you're so grown up, soon I won't even be able to hold you in my lap!" She laughed. Shippo growled playfully, "Quit it, ma'ma!" Kagome froze, shock evident on her face. Shippo scrambled off her lap. He looked shocked as well, but it was soon replaced with shame and tears. "I. . .I'm s-sorry, Kagome! It," He sniffled. "It just slipped out! I didn't mean to, please don't be mad!" Kagome sat there for a moment, her eyes softening. She looked into his teary eyes and as he made a move for escape she latched onto his arm. Surprise etched all over his face; he looked back at her. "No. . .," She whispered, her bangs hiding her eyes. "I. . .would like it," She hesitated, unsure if he wanted to hear this or not. "I would like it. If you called me. . . ma'ma." She looked up her eyes filled with happy tears. "R-really?" She nodded. "Really really." With a happy squeal he leapt into her arms.

Adjusting him on her lap, she cleared her throat, "Now, will you tell me more about the Silver kitsunes? Perhaps maybe why there's only one Silver kitsune left?" Shippo nodded merrily, content with his new ma'ma. "Silver kitsunes were hunted, every last one of them." He smiled at his mother's curious look, she could have been a kitsune with how she acted. "Why?" She questioned. "Because of their fur in their true form. Humans and Demons alike hunted them to make pelts." Kagome watched as his eyes filled with tears. 'Poor little guy, he's probably thinking of his father,' Her fists clenched, 'Damn them. The thunder brothers. If they weren't dead already I'd kill them again!' She shook her head, looking down at her kit she began to coo and rub his back, trying to comfort him. She searched for something to say, trying to get his father off his mind she said, "So, er, um. . . How did Youko Kurama escape?" Shippo shook his head, wiping his tears away with a little paw.

"No one knows," He said. "There are lots of rumors though, some say he was banished from his clan and that's how he survived, others say no one could kill The King of Thieves." He grinned up at her, "I wish I could meet The King of Thieves!" She smiled. "Tell you what, Shippo. If I ever meet him I'll ask him to visit you." Shippo laughed, before whispering, "Be careful ma'ma, Kitsunes like pretty things, and often want to take them as their own." He pointed at her, "You're very beautiful ma'ma! I wouldn't want him to take you away." Kagome smiled, "Is that why you like me? Because I'm beautiful?" Shippo shook his head franticly. "No ma'ma, You're the nicest human I've ever met," She eyed him.

"Plus Miroku and Sango." He added sheepishly. "I love you mommy," He said seriously, "Not just because you're beautiful or kind, but because of who you are; I love you for who you are." Kagome couldn't stop the tears from falling, "Oh Shippo!" She sobbed, burying her head in his soft hair. Uncomfortable with her tears he tried to cheer her up, "Kitsunes only like beautiful things, er, which is why I don't like Inuyasha!" He blurted out the first thing that came to mind. To his relief she laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed until it hurt. "Oh Shippo," She giggled, "Inuyasha is a guy!" She laughed again. Shippo let out a relieved sigh. "Exactly, guys can't be beautiful." Kagome snorted, "Except Sesshoumaru." They shared a knowing look before bursting into giggles.

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Kagome smiled at the memory. She shook her head, now was not to time to go down memory lane. It was when she sensed the jewel shard moving within the demon that she took off in a sprint. She watched in awe as the plants flinched away from her. Is it my miko powers? She wondered. It seemed as if the trees themselves were moving out of her way. In the distance, she could spot a mountain. Hope sprung up in her heart. Please, She thought. Please let there be a cave and let it be empty! She ran on, increasing her speed to reach the mountain. As she neared it she did indeed notice a cave. Her face broke out into a hopeful smile.


A faint sound of dripping alerted her that a water source must be nearby. Maybe I can take a bath? As she neared the sound, she gasped in surprise. This was not a water source! On top of a raised boulder lay an injured fox. She realized the sound had been the drip of blood on the rock below. Wanna take a bath in that, Ka-go-me? She felt disgusted with herself.

She walked forward with cautious steps, she didn't know this fox. It could be a trick. She knelt down beside the broken creature, her hand hovering over its fur. Silver. She noted. She scanned it for injuries, finding several kunai lodged in its back and an arrow deep in its shoulder blade. "You poor thing," She whispered, running gentle fingers through its reddened fur.

The miko sighed, her posture weakening with her own blood loss. "Well," she looked to the fox, "At least your not the only one." Referring to their wounds. The young woman stood, walking over to her pack near the entrance she brought it back and dropped it next to her patient.

"Dr. Higurashi, you're needed in room 15, Dr. Higurashi, room 15." She said, pretending to be on an intercom. She smiled and shook her head.
"Hmm," she intoned, "Let's get started." Rummaging through her bag she brought out her first aid kit. As she checked inside she noticed her dwindling supply of bandages and ointment. She looked up. "It looks like you'll be the only one bandaged." Shrugging her shoulders she set to work.

"First, we'll have to take out those weapons." She said, more to herself than her unaware patient. She reached for the plastic gloves, but thought better of it. Gloves are so unfeeling, I hate the texture on my skin when I go to the doctor. Instead, she grabbed the bandages and some healing salve Kaede had helped her make.

Kagome gasped at the amount of demonic ki emanating from the silky kitsune. How did I not sense it beforehand? Is my energy being sapped so quickly? She straightened. Nevertheless, I must heal him. . .err. . .or her. Looking down, she blushed an lifted a furry leg. Hurriedly she let go and flushed bright red, Definitely a him! She shook the embarrassment off knowing she couldn't waste time and let her patient bleed to death.

Her nervous fingers hovered over the first and closest kunai in the kitsune's back. She could feel the miko ki thrumming throughout the blade and knew that most likely every sharp object in the kitsune's body was filled with it. Flaring her ki to her hands, she pulled. It slid out easily enough, her miko powers adding to her strength. It was coated in a certain type of poison made by miko's to slow down a demon's healing rate.

Several kunai and lots of blood later. . .

Kagome sighed and dug through her pack. Clothes, pocky, clothes, ramen, clothes... Aha! She quickly pulled out a water bottle and a bowl.
With a mournful look down at her haori, she slipped it off. She didn't have anymore washcloths and couldn't waste the bandages for cleaning.
She shivered and hissed, the cool air of the cave affecting her barely concealed torso.

It was when she began tearing the cloth, that the pain assaulted her. She doubled over and by doing so, caused even more pain to herself.
"Oh. . ." She moaned. The wound on her back had opened again. She could feel the warmth of her blood sliding down her spine. Pushing away her pain she went back to work. She tore at her top, tearing it into thick misshapen squares. Cracking open the water bottle she poured it into the bowl and set a piece of cloth in it. She set her make-shift washcloth's in two seperate piles: One for washing and one for drying. Picking up a piece she began the tiresome task of wiping the blood away.

It was several minutes later, as her hand, glowing with miko ki reached for the arrow; that her paitent opened his eyes. The only thought she could conjure up was a long, drawn-out. . .

Shit.

O.o.O.o.O

SLAM!

"Damnit," Pant. Pant. "Fuck!" Inuyasha jumped up again, the dark color of his blood blackening his haori. He thrust his sword in front of him, shifting his weight to hold his sword properly. "Die!" He snarled, his eyes darkening with his growing anger and worry; Worry for Kagome.

"Wind Scar!" The explosion of his attack roared in his ears; overlapping the sound of his pounding heart. "KAGOME!" He leapt up as the dust cleared, not even looking back to check if the demon was truly dead. The trees blurred together to form a streak of green as he flew through the forest leaping from tree to tree to try and catch up to his miko. He paused to sniff the air, catching her scent heading south. He took of in another hasty sprint searching desperately for his friend. Yes, friend. Even though he treated her badly, he noted with guilt, he was her friend. Who couldn't like a miko such as herself, with her debonair smile and vivid blue eyes. She could befriend even the deadliest of youkai.

It was her scent that cleared all coherent thought. Blood. And lot's of it. Not just any blood; Her's. "K'gome. . .," He sped up, locking onto her scent,her blood. Tears blurred his vision as his chest constricted in fear. Please, gods, please. . .let her be okay.

As he landed in the clearing below he felt his stomach flop. The scent ended here. She was nowhere in sight. Damn. . .

Damn his human night! His senses were dulling and he didn't know if she was even alive. Pieces of rock crumbled under his feet. Looking down below he could scent a rapid river, her scent gone. He could see the smear of blood at the bottom, where the river had most likely dragged her frail body.

She was dead; He knew it. No mortal could have survived that fall and with an injury as well.

"Kagome." He dropped to his knee's in despair. "Kagome. . .," He gasped again. "KAGOME!" His voice echoed three times before coming back to him.


"You stupid girl!" He cried, "Why? Why did you have to go and die?!" His tears turned to rage, his fist pounding into the rock below him. "Stupid WENCH!" He panted. Slumping down he whimpered, "You're. . .you're not stupid, or ugly. I was lying." He took a breath. "I was lying the whole time. When I called you ugly, what I really meant to say was, you're beautiful." He smiled weakly. "And," A watery laugh, "-when I called you stupid, I felt stupid. Because, you're so smart, Kagome, so smart. You're too good to die like this; here in this time. Y-you should die a wrinkled old hag, back in your time and. . .sur-. . surrounded by family." He fell foward with his face resting against the cooling ground.

"Inuyasha?" A feminine voice asked gently. A small hand on his shoulder. "K-kagome?" He asked hoarsely. For a second he almost believed; almost. "No." The voice answered. "Inuyasha, what happened?" Sango. "Kagome's gone." He replied. "Gone? Back to her time? What did you do this time?" The voice was teasing, and he hated it. "She's gone!" He yelled in his rage and agony. "What do you mean by 'Gone' ?" Inuyasha bared his teeth, "She's Gone. She's dead,Sango!" The slayer turned away with shocked eyes.
"No. . ," Sango cried breathily. "No, no, no!" She turned towards him. "This is your fault. All your fault!" She beat against his chest with weakening blows. He simply wrapped his arms around her. He deserved it. He let their friend die. Moments later Sango lay limp and sobbing in his arms. "It's. .your fault." She hiccuped.

He bowed his head, "I know."

Kilala's mournful mews were lost on them.


Amarioko: Hmm, I'm not sure if this was as good as the first chapter. Tell me what you think, Is it good enough? I hope so. Thankies!