InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Screen Names ❯ The Death Grip ( Chapter 12 )

A/N: Just as a warning for people who don't like Inu/Kag fluff, there will be more fluff in this chapter. I'm not going to put a lemon in here though, so all of you people who are just waiting for InuYasha to seduce Kagome, it ain't going to happen. There will be some minor fluffy moments, but that's all. Also, please be aware that I've rarely posted my fluff online, and I mostly imagine it in my head, and, as my writing has proved, my imagination is waaaaaaaaaaaaay better than my typing style.

 

The Death Grip of Kagome Higurashi

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InuYasha struggled to remove himself from Kagome, but to be quite honest with himself, he was enjoying the feeling of her under him.

 

What am I thinking! Kagome's a good friend, nothing more! Aahh, why must I think these things at the worst possible moment. Besides, even if this counted as a real kiss, Kagome would never date me. C'mon, if I was her, and I had the choice between the most popular guy in school, or the rejected loser, I wouldn't want to even beassociated with the loser.

 

But for a second, while InuYasha was thinking this, Kagome's cinnamon brown eyes met his warm golden ones, and his rational thinking abandoned him, as he became lost in them.

 

Finally he came to his senses, and he pulled himself off of her. He scooted himself as far away from her as possible, and looked at the wall. He could feel her questioning gaze on him, but although he could feel himself turn as red as the hoodie he was wearing, he avoided eye contact.

 

The room was quiet for a minute. Then InuYasha cleared his throat, as if to speak. His first attempt sounded like a cross between a croak and a squeak, but he cleared his throat once more, and tried again.

 

“I guess we should turn in for the night. You can have the bed. Sesshomaru's girlfriend, Rin, is sleeping downstairs on the couch, so I'll just sleep on my chair.” He cleared his throat for the third time, then scurried for the sanctity of his chair.

 

Kagome just sat there for a second. Then, slowly, deliberately, she rose to her feet, and walked toward the light switch. She turned the light off, and looked at InuYasha, who was dimly illuminated by the computer light.

 

“Goodnight.” She said simply, and crept into the bed. InuYasha listened as her breathing grew deeper, and she nodded into dreamland. Only then did he respond.

 

“Goodnight…Kagome.”

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InuYasha looked up, for what seemed the umpteenth time that night, with an ache in his poor, abused neck. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, almost groaning out loud when he saw the time.

 

2:03. It is two o' frikken three in the morning, and I still can't go to frikken sleep. Man I frikken hate this frikken insomnia.

 

InuYasha's gaze wandered around his bedroom, and landed on Kagome, lying peacefully in his bed. She had fallen asleep so easily, and her deep, even breathing could be heard from his beat up chair. A flickering streetlamp's rays shone into the room, and a beam of light landed on Kagome's form. He kneeled by the bedside, and looked upon her features. Her long, dark hair spread over the pillow, contrasting greatly with her smooth, pale skin. Her long eyelashes lay on her cheekbones, like tassels.

 

All in all, InuYasha felt as if he had been graced with the presence of an angel, fallen straight from the heavens.

 

Whoa, rewind and freeze! Since when did I start thinking of Kagome as beautiful? Pretty sometimes, but never beautiful! And certainly not like an angel! What's going on with me today?!

 

Yet InuYasha knew that no matter what he kept repeating to his brain, he was just denying what was true. But as he tried to stand up, so he could leave his thoughts behind, and attempt sleep once more, Kagome's hand reached out, and grasped on to his arm.

 

Immediately InuYasha struggled against the girl, but her grip was like iron. She murmured something incoherent, and clutched the arm tighter. He pulled harder, and was just breaking from her grip of death, when she let out a pathetic whimper. InuYasha stopped his resistance at that whimper. He couldn't resist pathetic whimpers from small girls at all; it seemed to be his one weak spot.

 

Kagome sensed that he had given up, and snuggled his arm closer, like it was a teddy bear.

 

A dilemma has occurred. If I try to sit down, my arm will be jerked over my head. I can't stand up, without my arm being torn from its socket, I can't get comfortable any other way, and if I stay like this I'm going to get really stiff. Only one option.

 

InuYasha, gently, so he wouldn't wake the sleeping girl, crept over Kagome's body, to the other side of the bed. He lay down, so that his chest was facing her back, and because of her grip on his arm, his arm was placed over her waist. But, somehow, InuYasha felt more comfortable than he'd ever felt.

 

He began to fall asleep, the sweet smell of Kagome slowly surrounding his senses.

 

Oh well, I hope Kagome won't get too mad. And InuYasha nodded off.