InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of a Hanyou ❯ The Love of a Hanyou- Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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The Love of a Hanyou
 
Chapter 3
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He watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, his thoughts racing through his head. Higurashi- sama sat at the bedside, stroking her daughter's soft, bruised brow whilst whispering reassurances. Kagome laid there comatose, unmindful to everything around her. She could not hear her mother speaking and he was left puzzled as to why the woman persisted in doing so as though the girl were wide awake.
She had not awakened since she fainted two hours ago and he could not say if that were due to the drugs administered to her by the woman in white or from some inner turmoil in her mind. He supposed that it was more of a comfort to Higurashi- sama to continue on as normal and think that all was right in her daughter's world.
He turned back to stare down at the not so busy street through the window of the small aesthetic room. The healer had come into the room an hour ago and had pulled Higurashi-sama to the side speaking in soft tones as if to block him out of the conversation. He smiled just a bit at the thought.
If the man knew what he was then he would have taken the woman to another floor of the building. He had not protested since he had heard the healer just as loud as if the man had been speaking to him directly.
He grimaced to himself as he remembered how the doctor had described the full extent of Kagome's injuries. The injuries would have meant nothing to him had he been the one to receive them, as they would have healed in a matter of hours.
However, for Kagome's small frail body, they would take weeks to mend. The man wanted to keep Kagome in the hospital for at least one more night so that he could observe her further for any difficulties that would prevent her from being comfortable at home.
The plan that he had formulated to take her back to his time had immediately dissolved when he heard of the possible difficulties that might present themselves during her healing period. He did not want to take her back to his time in the state that she was in for a number of reasons.
These “infeck-tions” sounded serious and he knew that the type of medicines that the healer described were not available in his time. Perhaps Kaede could have found something that would have helped her discomfort but there was little that she could do to help her fight off the dreaded fever.
The scent of fresh blood and sickness clung to her heavily, surrounding her in a thick miasma of vulnerability. That alone coupled with the lure of the shikon jewel would prove to be too much of a temptation to resist. The lower level youkai that lurked about in the forest would abandon all caution in their frenzied state to acquire power.
Of course he would revel in the mindless killing spree that the situation would induce as it would be a way to release his frustration unchecked. However, he would not risk Kagome's safety by taking any chances.
There was a possibility that some stray rabble could manage to sneak past him when he was distracted. Even worse, Naraku could somehow find a way to take advantage of their time of weakness and strike them where it would hurt the most. No, it would be better to keep her in this era until he finished his business here.
In any event he needed to go back to sengoku jidai so that he could explain their absence to the other pack mates. There was also another matter that he needed to take care of.
The time had come for him to step up and claim his mate but he could not do that now. Not yet, not as he was now. He struggled with the decision he had to make.
The thought of even having to humble himself, let alone having to beg for his brother's recognition as a member of the taiyoukai clan, almost too much to bear. It rankled to have to need his brother for anything but if he wanted to give Kagome a name and the protection of a strong clan, he would have to.
His time was different from her own, last names represented the power and legacy of one's house. In sengoku jidai, only royalty and noble men held the honor of last names, whilst here it seemed every one held that privilege.
His birth right was never something that he thought he would ever have a need for. He had not thought of claiming it even when he had thought of sharing his life with Kikyo.
He was sure that she would not have accepted it in any event, especially when she seemed so intent on pushing away from his demonic heritage and more towards his human side.
He turned away from the window to stare at Kagome prone body, sleeping peacefully. The doctor had given Kagome medication to help relieve her pain, medication that made her sleep for the majority of the day.
As he turned back to stare out at the busy metropolis below he thought to himself that the journey to the western lands would not take him longer than two days if he pushed himself without resting.
Months ago, Myouga had tried to encourage him to go to his ancestral home and claim his birth right. He had tried to emphasize the need for him to take up his position as the second son of the great Inutaisho, if not for himself then for his mate.
He had scoffed at the idea of ever having to bow his head to his ignoble, self- righteous older brother or pretend to be something that he was not just to keep a bunch of stodgy, old bastards happy.
He had been arrogant in his certainty that Kagome would accept him if he came to her as he was, with nothing to offer her but the clothes on his back. He still was in fact. He did not see why he should not have been confident. Had she not told him that very thing repeatedly for the past two years?
Kagome was different from Kikyo, she accepted him as he was. She saw him for who he was inside and not for what he was. He had not cared to go to his brother then but he did now. The recent events had made it a priority now.
He had been cocky not to have realized that his strength alone would not be enough to protect her from the wrath of humans and demons alike. The humans in his time would not see her as a powerful miko to be respected but as a whore to a demon.
The danger of a similar occurrence as this one would become the norm. His mate would continually live her life in fear and eventually she would come to resent him and any pups that they would produce.
He knew that if he wanted to protect her from such a fate, he had to rise from his current station in life. If he were to be recognized as a demon prince, then everyone would think twice before they sought to harm her. The fear alone of bringing down the wrath of a clan of demons would prove a most powerful deterrent for even the boldest human or demon.
He could swallow his pride if it meant that she would be safe, if it meant that she would be happy. It would have taking all of hell to have gotten him to grovel at the bastard's feet but for her, he would risk anything.
His decision made, he hardened his features before he swung back to face the two women. His role to Kagome was no longer as her protector and friend but as her provider and mate. There little game of courtship would have to end.
He had allowed himself to lose sight of his objective and become lax in his duties. His lack of diligence had already cost her her innocence if not her life. The next time would not be so forgiving.
The thought of losing her sent a searing shock of pain straight to his heart. Things needed to change without a doubt and for the better. He would not risk her life again.
She would balk once he began to flex his dominance over her because she was an independent woman as she always harped on about. She could remain independent but only by his rules.
Her tongue would be curbed just a bit but not too much. He liked it when she got feisty but she would have to learn to deal with him without always resorting to sitting him. He had tolerated it before but not now. These beads were a joke to him.
He had always allowed her to believe that she had complete control over him. The subjugation spell never lasted longer that a few seconds, certainly not long enough for her to escape him and jump through the well. He chuckled to himself as he thought that Shippo's subduing spell had proven to be more effective than the beads.
She would forgive him eventually for his deception, he was sure of her feelings, confident of her love. She had forgiven him when he had done things that would have shaken a lesser woman.
Of course she would disappear through the well for a few days but she had always returned to his side. If that was not love he did not know what to call it. Both his youkai and human side both echoed their agreement wholeheartedly.
He would seek an audience with his brother as soon as he got Kagome settled. This day marked a new beginning for them both. He would prove himself worthy of her no matter what.