InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of a Hanyou ❯ The Love of a Hanyou- Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4

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The rays of the early morning sun broke through the glass panes of the window. Its beams reflected colorfully off of the glass lamp, setting pretty lights to dance on the opposite wall. Those flickering lights were the first to greet her when she opened her eyes.

She squinted and tried to adjust them to the light as she shifted to her side. She gasped softly at the pain that throbbed through out her body. She realized that moving her legs was more painful to her than opening her eyes but she refused to remain abed.

How much time had she spent in bed she did not know but judging from the ache in her muscles she guessed it to have been awhile.

Struggling to sit upright, taking careful stock of her surroundings and was brought to the sharp reality of finding nothing that seemed familiar. Why was that? She closed her eyes and fought to remember.

Where was she and how did she get here? When she tried to think back as to how she got there she drew a blank and huffed in frustration as she kicked the blanket to the side. The harder she tried, the more frustrated she became.

Looking around once more her eyes fell upon a bundle of red cloth that seemed to be packed away in the corner. She leaned forward, squinting once more so that she could see it better but was quick to pull back when said bundle shifted position.

She breathed released the breath that she had not noticed that she had been holding. She smiled tremulously as her body relaxed.

“Inuyasha”, at the sound the bundle of red sprung up in a swirl of energy and snarls, jumping to immediate attention. Heavily hooded golden eyes stared out at her from beneath overlong, snow white bangs.

He looked so adorable, standing there blinking owlishly at her that she could not contain her laughter. His perplexed expression slowly shifted from one of sleepy bewilderment to one of agitation, his dark brows drawing down heavily over narrowed eyes. His posture shifted from one of attack, his arms quickly crossing over his chest.

“What are you laughing at wench?”

“You are, you look so silly.”

“Stop laughing would ya, b***!”

Her laughter died away quickly only to be replaced by anger. It was always this way. He would always find a way of getting her so angry that all she wanted to do was to throttle him. Conceding to the point that she could not do that physically, she felled him with the only attack available in her arsenal that could.

“Sit!” and with that, Inuyasha crashed face first to the floor with what Kagome silently thought was a most satisfying thump.

“Why you….what did you do that for?” he shouted, jumping immediately to his feet and pointed a trembling finger into her face aggressively. At his tone she bristled some more and she surged to her feet.

“Well….”, her sentence quickly died away as a wave of dizziness washed over her, her legs quivered and could not support her. She could feel herself falling but before she could hit the ground she was being swept up into strong, masculine arms. Inuyasha. She pressed her face into his warm neck and smiled idiotically as she clutched his hoari in her small pale hand.

No matter what happened between them, she knew that she could always count on her hanyou to be there to catch her if she ever fell. She spread her hands slowly across his chest to rest them over his shoulder and sighed in contentment.

When had his chest gotten so broad and his shoulders so wide and sturdy? It was obvious that he no longer was the boy that she had met two years ago just as she was no longer the same girl. As he had gotten older, his body had gotten leaner. He had lost its boyishness, only to leave behind the sharp, angular features that made him almost as beautiful as Sesshomaru.

She giggled as she imagined what his expression would be if he ever found out that she had compared him to his half- brother or even having thought him as being beautiful.

She came back to herself when she felt herself being laid back against the pillows. She refused to loosen her grip on him and was surprised when after a brief hesitation he laid down beside her. She was even more shocked when he pulled her closer to his warm body, a proximity that he rarely if ever initiated unless he was injured.

She gave a brief thought to this radical change in his behavior but then decided that his arms felt too good for her to care just as long as he didn't let go. She felt herself dozing off but his deep baritone began to sweep gently over her.

“I thought that you had lost you. I… I've never been so scared for anyone in my life. I don't know what I would've done……. Kagome,” he pulled her even closer, almost crushing her in his embrace. He nuzzled into her neck, gave it a kiss so fleeting that she thought that she had imagined it. How should she respond to that?

The pain that she heard in his voice was so real, that it made her ache. She had not witnessed such naked emotion from him, not since that night of the bandit episode when he had lost control to his youkai. She wanted to soothe his hurt, if only for a little while.

She brought her hand to the side of his face in a soothing caress and kissed his brow that was still creased in a frown. She repeated the gesture again and again, pressing small kisses over his face before finally resting her lips firmly on his. She spared little thought of how bold he might have thought but instead focused on transmitting her feelings to him through the kiss that ended all too soon.

She pulled back and opened her eyes to find him watching her with a heavy lidded gaze. Her eyes widened when he moved closer and caught her lips in a fiery kiss. A kiss that was so laden with passion that it caused her toes curled.

It was a full minute before she recovered enough from shock to respond. She allowed herself to become lost in the earnest passion as he devoured her lips as though he were a man dying of thirst and she his only salvation.

She had never thought that he would be a great kisser, but this kiss proved her wrong and was enough to completely muddle her thoughts. She gripped his arms tightly for it was all that she could do to keep herself from falling too deeply under the drugging effect of his passion. Even still she could not help the moan that passed form her lips unbidden. He swallowed that and groaned into her mouth, whispering her name.

It was a long time after that when she finally realized that he had stopped kissing her. That he now lay over her watching the expressions flit across her face, his own void of any.

She made her small noise of confusion. Where had the passionate hanyou gone? Who was this stranger staring down at her so stoically?

She lifted her hand to cup his cheek, her fingers sliding into his hair, rising to scratch his furry white ears. He closed his eyes briefly and bit his lip almost as if to stifle the groan that came out in spite of. She smiled; he could not hide from her. She knew him better than she knew herself sometimes.

“Inuyash...” he stopped her with a clawed finger to her swollen lips. His golden eyes following its path. He caressed it with both finger and gaze before looking back into her blue grey eyes and leaning forward to brush over them with his lips.

He was slow to rise but he said, “Go to sleep. We will talk later.” She nodded obediently before smiling softly.

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Inuyasha swore softly to himself when he knew she had fallen asleep. He was a bastard, plain and simple. How could he have allowed himself to ravish her the way that he had whilst she still lay recuperating? They could not get carried away now, not until she was fully healed. He whined pitifully to himself.

“Dammit!”

It had been one hell of a kiss, one that he could not wait to repeat but would have to. It was for her own good. He rose swiftly from the bed. He would tell Higurashi- Sama to take her home. Once he knew she was safe there, he could then start on his plans. The sooner that bit of unpleasant business with his brother was over, the better… for everyone.

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When she awakened again, it was to glimpse the concerned face of her mother hovering above her. It was evident from the creases that ran along her face that sleep had eluded her for sometime. Kagome felt a wave of remorse wash over her, knowing that she was the cause of that concern.

“I'm so sorry mama,” she sobbed, her arms stretched forward to embrace her. She felt a little better the minute she felt her mother's arms lock around her. Kagome thought back but could hardly remember the last time she had felt such comfort in her mother's arms.

“Hush now dear, there's no need for apologies. All we can do now is heal and move on from this night mare.”

Her mother's arms tightened briefly before she pulled back to look into her daughter's confused face. In her mind Kagome was drawing a blank as to what her mother could possibly be talking a about. A nightmare? What was she not remembering? Why was she really in the hospital? Then she remembered the words that Inuyasha had said to her the night before. Almost as though from a distance, the words echoed out from her memory.

“You were raped Kagome”.

She felt queasy all over again and there was an express need to faint again. She had been raped? She did not recall that. She didn't want to. Why would some one do that to another person and still call themselves human? She hugged her arms around herself and turned watery eyes to her mother.

“Mama, I want to go home. Please!”

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Inuyasha stood just outside the door listening to Higurashi- Sama do her best to stifle Kagome's hysterical sobs. He clenched his claws into a tight fist. He wanted to be in there with her, to soothe away her tears himself, but he feared her reaction. He could not bear it if she flinched away from him, especially not after this morning.

Life could be so cruel most especially towards women. He had seen many who had suffered the after effects of brutal attacks in his time.

Most of them were able to find a way to live normally despite the nightmares, the anxiety, and the fear of another attack. Some though never recovered. It almost was like their lives had been drained from their bodies and all that was left was a hollow shell of their former selves. In cases like that, it was not long until death consumed them.

He did not know what he would do if Kagome turned down that path. He refused to think about it. She would get better but only after she had the reassurance that her attackers were dead and buried.

“Tch, I'll get `em Kagome. You can count on that,” he murmured. It was time to for him to see his brother. He would leave tonight and hopefully be back in two days.