InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tomorrow's Journey ❯ Kagome in the light ( Chapter 1 )

This story was recently Love on the Run but I deleted it because I was unhappy with it so I re-wrote and re-organized it in a way that I hope everyone will prefer. Enjoy!

 

Hello fanfic readers, here is my first official fanfiction. Reviews are tremendously appreciated so please don't be shy… (or lazy). THANK YOU

Disclaimer: we all know I don't own it… so let's just carry on…

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All was silent, as he ran the thin paintbrush over the canvas. It had taken him a little over a week, but it was finally coming to an end. This was going to be his masterpiece; the best thing he had ever created-would ever create- and he didn't think of it as anything less. It was arguable of course because being at a ripe age of twenty left him many years to best this painting, but he severely doubted it. It couldn't get better or more beautiful than this- than her.

Had it been another woman he was painting in his over sized t-shirt; sitting on his balcony's ledge, with the light of a full moon and the stars surrounding her in a heavenly beam, beckoning her to come join the other angels- he would have first and foremost told her to get the hell out of his clothes, then promptly kick her off the balcony butt naked. She would be fine; his condominium was only on the fourth floor. Then, he would think to himself -in the most private parts of his brain- that no one could look like Kagome in the moonlight... or in his clothes for that matter. Not even him.

A swish here, and a swoosh there, and he was done. His golden eyes flicked in her direction in a movement so swift, that a human like the one he loved wouldn't detect it. Suddenly, compared to her natural radiance, his masterpiece didn't look so masterful anymore. Sure, she looked identical to what he painted, and he had drawn the full moon from the week before with perfect symmetry, and his attention to detail was impeccable, but still... Kagome was so much more. He almost pouted, but there wasn't anything left to be done. He had already sealed the portrait with his sloppy signature. Inuyasha Tokaido.

When he'd first decided to start his masterpiece a week ago, he'd been annoying the hell out of his girlfriend, trying to find the perfect place to do it. He'd finally earned enough money to buy himself paints and supplies- that's right, earned, not borrowed from his bastard ass stepfather- and he knew immediately that she would be his first model. He was finally saying goodbye to his pencils and sketchpads that were already filled with sketches of her, or close ups of her eyes. It felt better than he thought it would to finally paint them cerulean.



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One week earlier

In the dim light of his bedroom, she sat in a chair with him watching her from a profile. All her hair had been pushed over one shoulder so he could draw her bare neck, which he loved to death. The attention he paid it with his lips and tongue was proof of that.

Her hands were drooped down lazily at her sides while her left leg was bent up so the heel of her foot rested on the edge of the wooden chair. She was dressed in his giant white T-Shirt that was too big for him. Reaching past her knees, it could be mistaken for a gown on her. Then again, she was only 5'4.

He stared at her for a moment, before shaking his head.

“Okay… that won't work” Inuyasha said for the third time that evening and Kagome groaned also for the third time before dropping her pose.

It wasn't that she didn't love his passion for art, and it definitely wasn't that she didn't love being his inspiration, because she did. It was just exhausting getting repositioned numerous times before he finally found a pose he was content with.

In the first pose, she was in his living room, lying on the couch, looking up at the ceiling with her hands by her head. It took him ten minutes to decide that he didn't like it because she looked too dead. Then he took her to his bathroom where she sat on his toilet. She immediately didn't like the idea, but he seemed to go along with it for twenty minutes before he decided she looked constipated.

This chair thing seemed to be going great because he even began to prepare and mix the paint, but now 'it won't work'.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome started to complain.

“I know, I know. I'm trying to make this perfect wench so just calm down, I'll think of somethin'” She rolled her eyes at him and got up from the chair to pace his bedroom as he thought of something.

“Well, I don't have much time. My mom wants me home before ten and its… nine already” she said with a pout, looking at the clock on his nightstand.

“I know.” he said closing his eyes to try and picture his girlfriend in the perfect place. Kitchen counter? Nah, not good enough… By the fireplace? Damn, it's dirty… Under the table? Nah she can't stay cramped there for that long…

It was when he heard the latch of the large glass doors that lead to his balcony, click open, that he slowly opened his eyes to see Kagome walk out onto the stone balcony and stare up at the full moon; a moon that glared down brightly and beautifully on the city in the background and on his Kagome. It made her skin look even more radiant than it already was, almost like porcelain.

He barely registered that he was walking closer to her until he was up against her back, flattening her to the balcony's railing. Just then, the warm wind of that early June night blew, carrying the sweet scent of her vanilla shampoo to fill his nostrils and he groaned.

Goosebumps rose along her flesh, and Inuyasha immediately ran warm palms down her arms before wrapping his fingers around hers, where they clung to the balcony's handle. Gently, he pried them off to wrap both their arms around her waist in an iron grip. Her feet lifted off the floor as he brought her closer, and held her tighter; trying to get his fill of her scent. She smiled softly when his nose tickled her neck. They stayed silent in each other's arms, listening to the faint sounds of the beeping Los Angeles cars.

Kagome wasn't startled at all when Inuyasha crept up on her. She had gotten used to his graceful steps that were so contradictory to his usual gruffness in the past two years of their relationship. She smiled when she heard his groan and -with much effort- turned to face him. He brought his face closer to hers; so close that he was inhaling her exhales, and his lips brushed hers when he spoke, “I know how I want you to pose for me”

“O-okay” she whispered back for lack of anything better to say.

She whimpered in protest when he slowly backed away, leaving her oddly chilly. He retrieved his easel and stool and brought it out onto the balcony before walking back to her.

He lifted her by the waist effortlessly, and sat her on the big, flat rail. He tilted her body a little so that her knees bent slightly to the right. He told her to turn her head toward the right shoulder to, once again, expose her neck. The moon created a soft glow in some areas of her face and body, and shadows in others. Her arms were straight as she laid her palms flat by her hips.

Inuyasha suddenly thought of something and told her to look up at the moon. His guess had been correct. The moon sparkled in her eyes to make it appear as if she was going to cry. He stared at her in awe. She was a true goddess; perfect in every way. He was torn between staring at her for as long as possible, and capturing the moment on the canvas.

Inuyasha was broken from his trance when a lightning bug flew by and startled them both with its light. Kagome reflexively moved back, losing her balance in the process. She gave a little squeak of fear that she might fall off, and before she could catch herself, Inuyasha caught her instead. He grasped her as if she were about to fall off the Eiffel Tower instead of the fourth story of a building.

“Fuck” he muttered to himself, “Are you trying to leave me for death, wench?”

“I wouldn't have fallen off, Inuyasha. This thing is big enough to support me if I fell back” she said patting the rail.

“Still, if you're not going to be able to stay still, then get off this thing.”

“No, I'll be fine, I promise.” She said, smirking at his concern.

He looked at her for a moment. “Okay” he said skeptically. “Are you comfortable?”

Kagome repositioned herself again before nodding. He walked back over to the easel and sat down. Using his first and most favorite tool, the pencil, he started to draw the large moon. He made sure to finish that first, because chances were, it wasn't going to be there tomorrow.

Inuyasha worked on it for about two hours that night. After the first hour, Kagome knew that it was time for her to go home. She almost interrupted him until she saw how concentrated he looked from the corner of her eyes. She'd never seen him look that way when he drew her before, and it wasn't very often that he took this long. His brows were knit tightly and every muscle in his body was ridged. She watched as his eyes flew from her to the canvas every so often. She could tell he was having one of those moments where he got into a zone of complete oblivion to the rest of the world. All he was concentrated on was her and his art work. She knew that this piece was going to look even more amazing than his other ones. She allowed herself to ruin the pose a little with a slight smile. She saw Inuyasha smirk as he told her not to move, but that only made her smile grow wider. It took a while for it to fade away.

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Present

Inuyasha smiled to himself. She sat the exact same way; perfectly still though she must be uncomfortable and exhausted. His Kagome was a trooper, and he loved her all the more for going through such great discomforts just for him. For him, a hanyou loved by a miko for unfathomable reasons.

But now he was finally done and he showed it by relaxing his muscles one after the other. It would be his signal to her that she could relax as well. He saw her almost laugh at how his ears wiggled as all the tension released from them like a wave, all the way down to his toes. She hopped down and stretched her own muscles that were taut from her lack of motion.

“Let's see it” she sang out with a smile.

He brought the easel back inside the room and she followed, closing the doors behind them.

“Who said you get to see?” he asked her.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you think I would have sat there for hours only not to see what genius you've created?”

“That was exactly what I was thinking.” He said, turning his back on her. “You'll wait until it's dry.” He told her.

“Inuyasha” she growled, “move out the way so I could see the damn picture”

“No” he said thoughtfully, turning back around to face her.

He almost smiled when she glared harder at him. He'd never admit how satisfying it was to mess with her.

Suddenly she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She bent her knees, using herself as an anchor to bring him down. He was only lowered an inch before he toughened up his neck to pull her back up, and straighten himself out. Quickly, using his demon speed, he swung her around and brought his arm under her legs to carry her bridal style, walking the short distance to his bed. She moaned sadly while her hands reached out as if to grab the painting that he was bringing her farther and farther away from, before she was roughly dropped onto his bed. She glared at him for a moment, before giving him a sigh of mock defeat.

“Oh well,” she said shrugging her shoulders, “I suppose I could always look at it another time, but since I only have a little while before I have to go home,” she sat on her knees before him, “why don't we make the best of it.”

And she slowly spread her knees, his t-shirt rising up on her hips as she did. He unashamedly watched her index finger hook onto the front of the shirt and raise it up, just over her breast. He barely suppressed the hunger in his growl, as he stared at the generous amount of skin she exposed. Her luscious thighs, the flat blemish-free surface of her tummy, and her generous round rack that sat confined in her black thin laced bra.

He pounced, roughly pushing the loose t-shirt back up her body when it fell. A satisfactory growl rumbled through him at the feel of her soft curves pressed deliciously against him. His tongue was immediately working on her neck while his clawed hands scraped her thighs, leaving red welts that disappeared just as quickly as they came. His hands braced her knees and pushed them far apart, thankful to her cheerleading flexibility, and settled himself atop her poorly covered center. She moaned, momentarily forgetting her purpose.

 

She wrapped her legs around his waist to ensure her trap, and rubbed his ears, knowing that he would roll his eyes back. Good, now he won't see what's coming. Before he could comprehend what was happening, she had slipped out from under him to run to the easel. He wasn't that far gone though. Even with his Kagome-fogged brain, he was still too quick for her and he jumped off the bed, catching her around the waist. With a sharp tug, she was flushed against him. She let out an `umph' sound from the impact of hitting his hard chest.

Before she could stop herself, she was pouting and whining, which only made him laugh.

“Sneaky Bitch” he muttered in her ear, keeping her captive against him.

 

He thrust his hips into the soft curve of her bottom, knowing there was no way she could miss how quickly she had affected him. He was satisfied when he heard her choked gasp.   

“C-come on, just let me see it” she whined still struggling against him.

“Fine." he sighed. "Close your eyes.” He instructed her, even though he covered them with his own hands anyway.

 

He guided her to the front of the easel where the painting was when he was suddenly overcome with a nervous anxiety, and he wanted nothing more than to run with the painting and alter it in some way; make it better. She gave him no choice though, when she yanked his hands away from her eyes. Kagome was obviously put out that he kept them there longer than necessary.

Her face slowly transformed from bothered and slightly angry, to astonished and bewildered when she caught sight of it. Her mouth hung open and her eyes dazzled, just as they did in the picture, except she was actually going to cry.

She couldn't believe it. The picture made her look so… so… real. He captured her perfectly. He drew her whole body with so much definition, and he paid very close attention to detail. From the beauty mark on her neck, to the chipped nail of her thumb, he drew it all. There were no retouches or added perfections, it was Kagome.

Then there was the background that looked so lively with the bright lights of the city shining with activity. He meshed so many colors together that probably didn't belong there, but it all seemed to fit perfectly, just like Monet did.

In the top left corner, was the moon that Kagome looked up into, as it watched over her and the city. It shone brightly and mixed its colors with everything, as if to let it be known that it was there. Kagome wanted to reach out and feel it all, but she was sure that it wasn't completely dry yet.

“Do you like it?” Inuyasha asked timidly from behind her. She turned around and stared at the creator of the masterpiece.

“It's so… and how did you” she said taking a quick glance back at it, then looking back at him, “Oh my gosh… WOW” she finally said.

“I wanted to show how expressive your eyes are.” he said, pointing at her painted eyes. "They define you, and your calm personality. They're a cool blue color, but they're also very clear, like glass. I really wanted to show how brightly they could shine, and how tranquil you make everything around you." 

 

He was getting lost in his explanation while she just stared at him from over her shoulder. She gave him a teary smile, and he looked down at her, with a light blush staining his cheeks.  

 

"I love it, almost as much as I love you." She said honestly.

 

She reached a hand up to wrap around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He came down willingly and kissed her back, softly, and slowly. Their lips wrapped around each other, dancing together sensually with push and pull movements. She turned around in his arms, placing her arms around his shoulders as he completely encircled her tiny waist. He plunged his tongue inside her cavern, and let the dance of tongues begin inside her mouth.

 

She pulled away from him, both panting heavily with half-lidded eyes.

“It's so beautiful baby. Thank you.”

“Keh, its okay.” he blushed.

That made her smile. He kissed her again, but she pulled back after the first two seconds.

“I have to go” she sighed, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

“No don't go, don't leave… please” he said with the faintest hint of a growl, but he knew just as well as she did, that she couldn't stay any longer.

“I can't, but I wish I could” she told him, hoping to cheer him up, but it obviously didn't work because he continued to frown. She put an index finger on each of his cheeks and tugged upwards trying to make him smile, but as soon as she let go, they fell back into a frown. She pecked him lightly on the lips, hoping to placate him.

“I'll go get dressed” she said marching off to his bathroom as she gathered her clothes in her arms.

He nodded and followed closely behind her. Right after she slipped into the bathroom, she shut the door in his face, and he growled at her.

He heard her laughing at him from inside. He rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out childishly, even though she couldn't see it. He supposed she was just being considerate of him again. He had seen her in pretty much less than nothing before, too many times to count actually, but they had never had sex. If he would have watched her get dressed he would be tempted to do things to her that would take all night to finish, so she left so he wouldn't have to be stopped and probably go insane once again because he couldn't get the kind of release he so desperately wanted.

That was okay with him though.

He and Kagome had a connection that went far beyond sex. Yes, they did do sexual things, but that was it. He would wait until his bitch was ready, and he would just have to deal with it. 

 

Kagome, his smart, beautiful, talented, loving miko. His fucking lifeline, basically. He would kill anyone who called him a pansy, or whipped, but he could at least admit to himself that he was. He loved her, plain and simple, and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it. Sometimes it fucking hurt loving her so strongly; his heart would tighten at anything she said about loving him, and his blood would race straight to his groin when she touched him.

Inuyasha put on his socks and sneakers as he thought about her. He turned his head when he heard the bathroom door opening and saw her step out in her tight black t-shirt, skinny jeans that were a little baggy at the thighs but tight around the calves and ankles, and black converses. He also noticed that she tied her hair up into a high pony tail.

 

Fucking beautiful...

“You read to go?” she asked smiling at him.

 

Always...

“Yeah,” He nodded trying to suppress the urge to run up to her and swing her around in the air as they laughed gaily.

 

He settled for walking up to her and taking her by the hand as he grabbed his car keys on his way out the two bedroom apartment.

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They entered the Little Tokyo district in the middle of their fight about which station to turn to. Kagome won, as usual, threatening to go to school on her own tomorrow morning if he didn't let her listen to "She will be loved" by Maroon 5.

He scowled through the whole song, while she sang the whole thing, laughing at him. It ended just as he pulled up in front of the Higurashi shrine. He quickly turned off the radio, and turned to face her, waiting for her to stop giggling.

 

"Thankyou," she said, reaching over to rub his face gently. He couldn't help leaning into her hand, even though he was mad at her. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

 

"Fine." he said, but continued on muttering something about 'taking advantage of him.'

 

She laughed, "I love you, Inuyasha."

 

There goes his damn heart again. His eyes softened, "I love you."

She smiled, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. She leaned forward, and kissed him softly before pulling back and opening the door for herself.

 

"Goodnight." she smiled.

“You too. Call me when you get inside”

She nodded before she ran up the stairs.

Inuyasha watched her go up then disappear into the darkness, wanting to pull her back into the safety of his car. He immediately took his cell phone out of his Levi jeans pocket, and waited for her call.

It felt like forever until he finally heard the shrill ring of his ring tone, and he almost instantly picked up.

“Yeah” he answered.

“Yes, I made it inside without getting raped or kidnapped. It's a miracle.”

"Keh, Bitch. Knowing you, it's more than possible.” He scoffed, "Go to sleep okay."

 

She was a little surprised and disappointed that he didn't want to talk longer. Then she yawned and realized how tired she was. Once again, Inuyasha knew her better than she knew herself.

“Okay” she said and hung up the phone, trying to stay creep silently to her bedroom without waking her mother.

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