InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Over Me ❯ Too soon ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Amarioko 
Youko's interest was peaked, Inuyasha eh? Who was this Inuyasha she spoke of? A friend, or perhaps a lover? He shook away the sickened feeling in the pit of his stomach, she had to be mated, or what do humans call it? Ah yes, betrothed.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.02.2007 | Updated On: 08.15.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 812 | Status: Work In Progress
Youko's interest was peaked, Inuyasha eh? Who was this Inuyasha she spoke of? A friend, or perhaps a lover? He shook away the sickened feeling in the pit of his stomach, she had to be mated, or what do humans call it? Ah yes, betrothed.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.02.2007 | Updated On: 08.15.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 812 | Status: Work In Progress
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 Two: Too soon
Higurashi, Kagome
Beloved Friend
Shikon Guardian
Village Miko
Miroku stood next to Inuyasha, Sango sobbing in his arms, her tears soaking through the dark purple material of his robes.
Her sobbing was the only thing keeping the deafening silence at bay.
Inuyasha's teeth clenched, her harsh sobs, the saline of her tears; It reminded him. So much, too much, of Kagome. How many times had Kagome cried for him; because of him? Too many times to count. He had searched, long and hard, but in vain. He couldn't find her. He wouldn't give up, he'd find her if it was the last thing he did! He wouldn't let her go like he did Kikyou! This grave would not stay here.
He would destroy it himself. She would come back alive and safe, telling them about her crazy journey and all the new friends she'd made.
His eyes filled with tears, he would not cry. He would not cry!
Sango fisted her hands in Miroku's robes. She would occasionally choke out, "She was too young," Or "Why her? She was the strongest of all of us," then continue a much louder fit of sobs. Her tears disturbed Miroku greatly, never had he seen his beloved cry such a harsh way as this, not even for her brother, Kohaku.
"What's going on?" A childish voice whimpered, innocent eyes staring at the scene with confusion and fear.
Miroku's grip tightened on his staff, his eyes darkening. It was such an innocent question, one that caused even more pain.
Inuyasha's hands clenched so hard he drew blood.
Sango looked up quickly her eyes clouding over with a new batch of tears. "Shippo!" She ran to him, kneeling and hugging him to her. "I'm sorry," She whispered, "I'm sorry. . .," Her voice was a whimper. "I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay, Sango." Shippo whispered, a small paw raising to rest on her back as he tried, in vain, to comfort her. "Everything is going to be okay." He cringed when she cried louder, harsher. "No It's not!" She yelled loudly, "Kagome's gone and she's never coming back!" Shippo gasped. "Wh-what?" Sango clutched him tighter but he struggled and stumbled away from her. "What happened?" He asked, looking at the group, one by one.
Sango buried her face in her hands, her tears ever flowing.
Miroku gripped his staff, his dark hair covering his eyes.
Inuyasha was no better.
"What happened to ma'ma?!" Shippo shouted, his eyes flaming with anger and burning with building tears. "She's DEAD!" Inuyasha bellowed back. Shippo shrunk away, his eyes wide.
She's DEAD!
DEAD!
Dead. . .
It sunk in, his mother was dead. "No." Denial. "No. . .," He stumbled back, falling to the ground below. "NO!" Inuyasha stormed up to him in anger. "YES! She's dead you idiot, I killed her!" Sango looked at him with wide eyes, "Y-you?" He shook his head. " I might has well have, I couldn't save her, Don't you understand? I might as well killed her myself!" His eyes filled with tears he had held back too long, on the verge of spilling over. "I let her die, just like I let kikyou die!"
Shippo stood up in a rush. "She's not Kikyou!" Inuyasha stepped back but then his eyes burned; his anger at a high, "I know! She was Kagome!"
"Then why didn't you tell her that!"
Inuyasha Inhaled sharply.
O.o.O.o
Youko stirred, his senses screaming Danger! His eyes snapped open, meeting with shocked cerulean orbs. He jumped up, snarling and gnashing his teeth. She held up her hands, waving them in a calming way, "Whoa, boy. I mean you no harm." His snarling died down as he took in her scent, taking no notice how his muscles relaxed and his eyes drooped. He smelt no deceit, that was strange coming from a human. But then, there was something off about her scent. He couldn't place it.
It was when he made a move to flee that the pain came back to him. It washed over him in such a great wave he fell to the floor, his limbs swept out under him. He let out a pained mew, sounding much like a cat. Paying no mind to her own wounds as he just noticed them, bleeding profusely, the girl rushed to his side. "Oh no," She said gently, worriedly. "You opened your wounds again." Her voice washed over him, numbing his pain if only for just a moment. She reached towards him again, her hand glowing with her miko ki. He let out a weak growl and tried to stand. "No, please stay still." Her other hand reached for him but he bit her. His sharp canines sank into her soft flesh and she gasped in pain.
"Ah!" She cried out, yanking her hand away and cradling it to her chest. Tears gathered in her eyes. Why can't anything be easy for me? She tried to will the tears away, but the dam broke, her tears spilling over her cheeks in twin rivers. "I only want to help you!"
Youko froze. Her. . . Help him? He stared at her for hours it seemed, but in reality it was only a few minutes, before he lowered himself to the ground. Blood from freshly torn wounds pooled around him, staining his fur once more.
The miko sighed, taking a strip of cloth and wrapping her hand in it before getting back to work. "I'm sorry," She whispered, petting his fur gently. He made a small cute noise, like a grunt. "Kawaii," She cooed blushing softly. "Now," She started, her hand glowing once more, "I just want to take the arrow out, okay?" She explained as he snarled in warning. His eyes narrowed in distrust before he nodded curtly. Sure, she could purify him. Sure, he could die right here, right now, but wasn't he dying already? How much worse could it get?
Much, much worse.
Riiip!
He was on fire! He snarled and thrashed and kicked; and snarled some more, but the miko would not leave him be. She took those damned lovely hands, now stained in his blood, and grabbed a cloth, dipping it into a bowl of liquid. She pressed it firmly against his wound, soaking up all the blood. He calmed. So she wasn't going to purify him yet? Interesting.
"I'll take care of you," She soothed, combing her fingers through his fur. "I'll take care of you, at least until you get better." She said then whispered more to herself then him, "Or until Inuyasha comes and gets me, If he comes at all." She frowned.
Youko's interest was peaked, Inuyasha eh? Who was this Inuyasha she spoke of? A friend, or perhaps a lover? He shook away the sickened feeling in the pit of his stomach, she had to be mated. Or... what do humans call it? Ah yes, betrothed. Though he had not seen her face, he assumed she at least had some beauty to her. She had such a soothing voice, it wouldn't match for her face to look repulsing.
He shivered as she poured cold water on him, rinsing the blood away. She apologized and he wondered why. Why, why was she helping him, apologizing for something so meaningless as a shiver? What was she? No ningen was this kind.
"My names Kagome," She said, "What's yours?" She giggled. "Silly me, asking that question when I know you can't answer. You're in your youkai form, right?" He stared at her with surprised eyes, she. . was so friendly. Who ever heard of a miko being kind to the very things they were supposed to detest? Let alone kill? He hadn't, and he was the great Youko Kurama! Feared by humans and demons alike, he'd traveled throughout japan and beyond, and yet; and yet he had never heard of a miko such as she. This Kagome as she deemed herself, was obviously the odd one out, the very first and most likely last of her kind.
As he took his first look upon her face he nearly gasped. She was beautiful. Sure, he'd seen better, but it wasn't just her looks that captivated him. She shined with such purity it nearly blinded him. Never had he seen one with a light such as hers. Every living thing had a little bit of darkness dwelling inside it. But this miko, she shined with a purity greater than that of a newborn babe.
That's when he saw it, dangling in a jar around her neck a silver chain held it in place.
The Shikon no Tama!
As darkness began to cloud his vision again it hit him.
If I see another miko, it will be too soon.
Amarioko: Hmmm. I don't know. Ugh, I always think every chapter after the first is horrible! Is this normal? Do all authors go through this or is it just me? Sigh Anyways, there you go. Another, chapter, hope it was good.
Translation
Miko: Priestess, Shrine maiden
Youkai: Demon
Ningen: Human
Hanyou: Half demon
Shikon no Tama: Jewel Of Four Souls
Kawaii: Cute, adorable
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 Two: Too soon
Higurashi, Kagome
Beloved Friend
Shikon Guardian
Village Miko
Miroku stood next to Inuyasha, Sango sobbing in his arms, her tears soaking through the dark purple material of his robes.
Her sobbing was the only thing keeping the deafening silence at bay.
Inuyasha's teeth clenched, her harsh sobs, the saline of her tears; It reminded him. So much, too much, of Kagome. How many times had Kagome cried for him; because of him? Too many times to count. He had searched, long and hard, but in vain. He couldn't find her. He wouldn't give up, he'd find her if it was the last thing he did! He wouldn't let her go like he did Kikyou! This grave would not stay here.
He would destroy it himself. She would come back alive and safe, telling them about her crazy journey and all the new friends she'd made.
His eyes filled with tears, he would not cry. He would not cry!
Sango fisted her hands in Miroku's robes. She would occasionally choke out, "She was too young," Or "Why her? She was the strongest of all of us," then continue a much louder fit of sobs. Her tears disturbed Miroku greatly, never had he seen his beloved cry such a harsh way as this, not even for her brother, Kohaku.
"What's going on?" A childish voice whimpered, innocent eyes staring at the scene with confusion and fear.
Miroku's grip tightened on his staff, his eyes darkening. It was such an innocent question, one that caused even more pain.
Inuyasha's hands clenched so hard he drew blood.
Sango looked up quickly her eyes clouding over with a new batch of tears. "Shippo!" She ran to him, kneeling and hugging him to her. "I'm sorry," She whispered, "I'm sorry. . .," Her voice was a whimper. "I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay, Sango." Shippo whispered, a small paw raising to rest on her back as he tried, in vain, to comfort her. "Everything is going to be okay." He cringed when she cried louder, harsher. "No It's not!" She yelled loudly, "Kagome's gone and she's never coming back!" Shippo gasped. "Wh-what?" Sango clutched him tighter but he struggled and stumbled away from her. "What happened?" He asked, looking at the group, one by one.
Sango buried her face in her hands, her tears ever flowing.
Miroku gripped his staff, his dark hair covering his eyes.
Inuyasha was no better.
"What happened to ma'ma?!" Shippo shouted, his eyes flaming with anger and burning with building tears. "She's DEAD!" Inuyasha bellowed back. Shippo shrunk away, his eyes wide.
She's DEAD!
DEAD!
Dead. . .
It sunk in, his mother was dead. "No." Denial. "No. . .," He stumbled back, falling to the ground below. "NO!" Inuyasha stormed up to him in anger. "YES! She's dead you idiot, I killed her!" Sango looked at him with wide eyes, "Y-you?" He shook his head. " I might has well have, I couldn't save her, Don't you understand? I might as well killed her myself!" His eyes filled with tears he had held back too long, on the verge of spilling over. "I let her die, just like I let kikyou die!"
Shippo stood up in a rush. "She's not Kikyou!" Inuyasha stepped back but then his eyes burned; his anger at a high, "I know! She was Kagome!"
"Then why didn't you tell her that!"
Inuyasha Inhaled sharply.
O.o.O.o
Youko stirred, his senses screaming Danger! His eyes snapped open, meeting with shocked cerulean orbs. He jumped up, snarling and gnashing his teeth. She held up her hands, waving them in a calming way, "Whoa, boy. I mean you no harm." His snarling died down as he took in her scent, taking no notice how his muscles relaxed and his eyes drooped. He smelt no deceit, that was strange coming from a human. But then, there was something off about her scent. He couldn't place it.
It was when he made a move to flee that the pain came back to him. It washed over him in such a great wave he fell to the floor, his limbs swept out under him. He let out a pained mew, sounding much like a cat. Paying no mind to her own wounds as he just noticed them, bleeding profusely, the girl rushed to his side. "Oh no," She said gently, worriedly. "You opened your wounds again." Her voice washed over him, numbing his pain if only for just a moment. She reached towards him again, her hand glowing with her miko ki. He let out a weak growl and tried to stand. "No, please stay still." Her other hand reached for him but he bit her. His sharp canines sank into her soft flesh and she gasped in pain.
"Ah!" She cried out, yanking her hand away and cradling it to her chest. Tears gathered in her eyes. Why can't anything be easy for me? She tried to will the tears away, but the dam broke, her tears spilling over her cheeks in twin rivers. "I only want to help you!"
Youko froze. Her. . . Help him? He stared at her for hours it seemed, but in reality it was only a few minutes, before he lowered himself to the ground. Blood from freshly torn wounds pooled around him, staining his fur once more.
The miko sighed, taking a strip of cloth and wrapping her hand in it before getting back to work. "I'm sorry," She whispered, petting his fur gently. He made a small cute noise, like a grunt. "Kawaii," She cooed blushing softly. "Now," She started, her hand glowing once more, "I just want to take the arrow out, okay?" She explained as he snarled in warning. His eyes narrowed in distrust before he nodded curtly. Sure, she could purify him. Sure, he could die right here, right now, but wasn't he dying already? How much worse could it get?
Much, much worse.
Riiip!
He was on fire! He snarled and thrashed and kicked; and snarled some more, but the miko would not leave him be. She took those damned lovely hands, now stained in his blood, and grabbed a cloth, dipping it into a bowl of liquid. She pressed it firmly against his wound, soaking up all the blood. He calmed. So she wasn't going to purify him yet? Interesting.
"I'll take care of you," She soothed, combing her fingers through his fur. "I'll take care of you, at least until you get better." She said then whispered more to herself then him, "Or until Inuyasha comes and gets me, If he comes at all." She frowned.
Youko's interest was peaked, Inuyasha eh? Who was this Inuyasha she spoke of? A friend, or perhaps a lover? He shook away the sickened feeling in the pit of his stomach, she had to be mated. Or... what do humans call it? Ah yes, betrothed. Though he had not seen her face, he assumed she at least had some beauty to her. She had such a soothing voice, it wouldn't match for her face to look repulsing.
He shivered as she poured cold water on him, rinsing the blood away. She apologized and he wondered why. Why, why was she helping him, apologizing for something so meaningless as a shiver? What was she? No ningen was this kind.
"My names Kagome," She said, "What's yours?" She giggled. "Silly me, asking that question when I know you can't answer. You're in your youkai form, right?" He stared at her with surprised eyes, she. . was so friendly. Who ever heard of a miko being kind to the very things they were supposed to detest? Let alone kill? He hadn't, and he was the great Youko Kurama! Feared by humans and demons alike, he'd traveled throughout japan and beyond, and yet; and yet he had never heard of a miko such as she. This Kagome as she deemed herself, was obviously the odd one out, the very first and most likely last of her kind.
As he took his first look upon her face he nearly gasped. She was beautiful. Sure, he'd seen better, but it wasn't just her looks that captivated him. She shined with such purity it nearly blinded him. Never had he seen one with a light such as hers. Every living thing had a little bit of darkness dwelling inside it. But this miko, she shined with a purity greater than that of a newborn babe.
That's when he saw it, dangling in a jar around her neck a silver chain held it in place.
The Shikon no Tama!
As darkness began to cloud his vision again it hit him.
If I see another miko, it will be too soon.
Amarioko: Hmmm. I don't know. Ugh, I always think every chapter after the first is horrible! Is this normal? Do all authors go through this or is it just me? Sigh Anyways, there you go. Another, chapter, hope it was good.
Translation
Miko: Priestess, Shrine maiden
Youkai: Demon
Ningen: Human
Hanyou: Half demon
Shikon no Tama: Jewel Of Four Souls
Kawaii: Cute, adorable