InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted ❯ Flashes of the Past ( Chapter 2 )

Twisted

 

 

Summary: AU. She wanted him to give her what he couldn't, anymore. So instead she settled for less, knowing whose fault it truly was.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I make no money from this story.

 

A/N: I know I said I wouldn't continue this story, but an idea punched me in the face while on an eight-hour-long drive home. The credit for this long-awaited explanation of why Inuyasha and Kagome's 'relationship' is so 'twisted' goes to the amazing song 'My Beautiful One' by Xonia. The simple lines 'But it's time to live without you/cause I lost the love I had for you' sparked something inside my mind and gave me this fantastic scenario. This is merely the second chapter, a flash of the past, as it is also called. It's supposed to be short, because it's the sudden decision that sets the cogs turning. More will some soon.

 

I hope you'll enjoy, and don't forget to review. I love you all :)

 

 

Chapter 2 - Flashes of the Past

 

 

The lights flickered open; it was the same dimly-lit kitchen with the same old, stale smell that was giving them so much trouble. Kagome traced the edge of the counter, letting her eyes linger on a picture she and her boyfriend, Inuyasha, had taken on the anniversary of their fourth year together. The same day they had started living together, as soon as Kagome had turned 18.

 

Their history went way back, with many ups and downs, a lot of shouting, a lot of making up, a lot of anger, love, sadness, happiness, childish tantrums for Inuyasha's part and unnecessary yelling from Kagome. But they'd always been happy together, and the closeness and wordless understanding they shared was sometimes eerily peculiar.

 

It was all fresh in her mind. The kisses, the promises. The love Kagome could read in his eyes, the way those liquid orbs shined for her even when he was angry at her. How everything he ever did was for her sake.

 

Kagome could remember a time when she would melt at a mere smile of his cast her way. She'd used to get shivers whenever their hands brushed or even when his breath caressed the side of her face in the morning.

 

Now it was over. There came a day when even though she could remember how safe she'd always felt in his arms, she couldn't return the passion anymore. The kisses became dull. There were no sparks, no attraction, no tingly fingertips when she caressed his heated skin at night. For a while she focused on trying to get those feelings back, but soon she discovered she'd become numb to his touch.

 

But Inuyasha didn't know. It hurt to think of how much they'd built together all those years - the trust, the familiarity, a certain pleasant routine - and how quickly and unpredictably it had faded away like flash fog.

 

It was all right, though. She'd tell him, get it over with, and they'd both move on with their individual lives. Perhaps now he'd take up that offer of studying archaeology abroad. She'd always felt guilty of being the reason why he'd decided to stay in Osaka after all, giving away a golden opportunity of going to a European college. She wanted all the best for him. He'd always wanted to reach his dreams at her side, she was aware of it. If they weren't dreams with her, he said, they weren't truly his dreams.

 

Now he'd have the chance to pursue everything he'd ever secretly wanted at the cost of having to learn to exclude her from the picture.

 

She'd always be there, though. In the background, as a friend; nothing more. But she just didn't want to kiss him, hold him intimately anymore. All along, the flame had dimmed and now it was completely spent.

 

A bit of a draft wrapped her in tight shudders and she moved her eyes from where they'd rested on the framed photo to the fridge decorated in various magnets bought on their trips across the beautiful country that was Japan.

 

It was a fact. She'd work up a decent amount of courage and tell him.

 

Tell him how the feeling had went away. How she wasn't the one for him. Even though it felt wrong to think of him with another woman, Kagome ignored the secret, faint burn in her chest and decided to get brave. He had the right to know what went on in her heart. It was in the best interest of both, because she couldn't just drag this on; it wouldn't be fair to either of them. A flash of happy memories drenched her in sweat; it was so hard to reminisce.

 

For just a second she wished she could take it back. Everything. All those years, all those smiles, the whispers of, `I love you', the scorching nights, heated looks, caresses, searches of perfection in each other's bodies and souls.

 

Inuyasha was everything she'd ever known. The only man she'd ever had, her only love. He was the one who'd taught her how to press her lips to a man's in a delicate kiss, how to touch a man and leave him trembling in need. He'd been the first, the path opener, and he wanted more.

 

He wanted something she couldn't give him anymore.