InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Under Anothers Watchful Eye ❯ Promises Of The Heart's Return ( Chapter 20 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

                  Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha and company. Soul rights belong to Rumiko Takashi

                  Note: -*-*-*- Means we are seeing a dream. It will not be in italic.

                  Note: 'This is how it will be written if it is thought to ones self.'

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  ;                 It is said, that when normally, a child out lives a parent they gain a sense of power. To give mercy is the power resticted for gods. When a parent               asks a child to have mercy on their soul, it puts them in such a form and state. They are able to look at the situation with all the cards in their hands.                The cards of life. The crads of death. The cards of whether or not to let them suffer. All are options that they have at their disposal.

                  But it is not to say that they would do such a thing. No child, no matter how tormented of a past they may have had, deep with in the recesses of                 their mind and being, love their parents. Some murder their parents, yet in some form of way, they feel remoarse. To kill a parent to most people                 seems unthinkable, yet for just a second, flashing before their eyes, they feel a sense of power, that they have control of them. Through the years,              they were untouchable, super heros, and gods. But there comes a time in every persons life, when the super hero retires their mask, and puts away                 the cape. At that moment, you have gained more power than what you thought could have ever be gained.

                  And in this moment, Kagome felt the same way. Kagome let out a heavy sigh that she had not known she was holding in. She suddenly become light            headed from its release, and she closed her eyes shut for a breif moment, then re-opened them. She cast her deep, chocolate brown eyes                     downward, focusing hard and unbelieving on a figure. It lay tired, its body ragged from weariness and travel, its skin glazed with sweat with fever.              His hair strangled into clumps of damp strands, his breathing labored and his mind heavily sedated, lost in the land of dreams, where his fantasys                were possible, and he felt no pain. Kagome stared down at the figure of whom she loved, and she whispered sadly, as in greif, the only thing                       repeating itself like a broken record in her mind, over and over again. InuYasha... InuYasha... InuYasha...

                  The women with the chocolate eyes, swelled with tears, let her head sulk lowly. The suffering body of her beloved was placed in a bed made of hay,                and Kagome sat next to it, her tears flowing wildly, as if his death had already been marked. She jerked her head up, and wiped along the corners of              her eyes. She pushed her raven locks behind her ears, and began to rub at her temples, trying to process in her mind what had happened.

                  She had been sitting, worried and in fear. She had not known why, but she knew that some thing horrible was to come of him leaving. So she                         prepaired herself for the terror that was going to walk through the door when he arrived. She pictured him tattered, and tired. Yet victorious in what            ever they had been fighting. He would retell the story, and then Miroku would comment in solem at various parts of tale.

                  But that had been so completely far off from reality. When they entered the hut, Miroku pushed aside the reed mat, and he stood there studing                      them, as if he was unconcevible to think that they were together, home for the time being, and safe. His arm was out strecthed, and there was a limp              arm around the monks neck. The body that he was the main support to, was that of a hanyous. Kagomes eyes froze in terror, moving swiftly back             and forth with a furry. After what seemed like a long strecth of time, although only a moment, Kagome stood. She began to walk, repeating the                      same words over and over again. InuYasha... InuYasha... InuYasha...

                  When she made her way across the small hut to the two people, she looked at the hanyou as if the monk was non present. And along with him, the            rest of the world. She touched his cheek, and heard his labored breath. The only thing that raced through his mind was that he was alive. He is                            alive... He made it back... He is alive... He made it back...

                  And an instint later, his body gave way, completely giving way. Kagome fell to her knees to catch the fallen man. His head fell on to her sholder,                and his lips at her neck. She could feel the heat of his breath, and how jagged and unstead they were. She snapped out from her state of shock, and               took into action.

                  "Miroku." she instructed.

                  "Yes." He said urgently.

                  "Go, find some thing that we can make his for a bed."

                  "Mhm." He replyed, nodding his head. He left off with speed, in search of some thing in the village.

                  "Sango."

                  "Yes."

                  "Please, go find water, lots of it."

                  "Certainly."

                  "What can I do to help Kagome?"

                  "Shippo, I want you to get me my back pack."

                  The Kitsune looked over at the monsterous yellow bag, swallowed hard, and nodded.

                  "Okay Kagome."

                  With much effort, and a large amount of struggling, Shippo brought the bag over to her. She worked on soothing InuYashas sprit while they waited.                 She rubbed his back, and hummed softly in his ear, rocking back and forth.

                  Sango returned first, with the water in hand. She looked down for a breif moment. A beautiful women with raven hair, and deep eyes, sat on the            floor of a shack, rocking back and forth, like a child, a man. He had silver locks and a battered body stained with blood. Beside them sat a kitsune,             that was almost invisible to the situation. The women and the man were deep in coversation. They were speaking with their hearts, but the only                     noises being made were that from the miko, and that of a soothing lullabye.

                  Miroku returned about five minutes after Sangos return. He spread out armfuls and armfuls of hay, enough to make a bed for two full grown people.                 He had made a deal with a farmer on the outskirts of this tightly sticthed town, and gotten stacks of hay in return for him blessing their home, before                   they were to leave.

                  It took both Kagome and Miroku to lift him from place to place. She then attened to look at his body. His clothes were in shreds, and she removed                 his shirt promptly, where a massive blood stain was apperent. She took her skirt in hand, and tore off the end of it. She dipped it into the bucket of            water, and began to rinse off his body, freeing it of blood. When she was done, she noticed that the markings were in the shape of three lines,                            where it had hit the hardest. Removing the cotten balls and proxcide from her first aid kit, she cleaned off his wounds. He flinched, and his body                         jerked, most likely as a first instinct. When his wounds were free of the infection she could prevent, she covered them, and bandaged them up.

                  Kagome dipped her peice of cloth into the bucket once more, and noticed that the clear water had become rather red and brown. She looked at               Sango and Miroku who just stood there idly, watching in great concern.

                  "Will you please get me more water?"

                  "Yes." The two answered, as they nodded. Shippo tagged along with them, and they were out the door.

                  The miko took the damp cloth and ran it along the hanyous fore head, wipeing it free of sweat and dirt. She ran it down his cheek, only to reveal the             thin lines of blue that had faded, but none the less, started to run across them. She let out a gasp.

                  "InuYasha... InuYasha... InuYasha..." she called, it prologed with tears.

                  "Please, listen to me, your going to be okay... You have to be okay. Just wake up InuYasha! Wake up!"

                  And, through some way, some how... she heard a moan. It was faint, and it was strangled, but it exsisted. She let out a cry of cheer.

                  "Oh InuYasha... InuYasha..." she stroked his cheek.

                  "K'gme..." His words slurred.

                  "InuYasha! Im here. Im right here."

                  "K'gme..."

                  "Im here InuYasha! You have to get better. InuYasha, listen to me! Your going to be okay, you have to be okay..."

                  He started to slurr something, but it stopped. He was unconcious.

                  Kagome gave him medication to help reduce the fever, but it was to little prevail. When sango returned, she gave the hanyou water, but all of which,              he was unaware. He was left in a world of dreams.

                  That had been four days ago.

                  Miroku had explained the story of the bear demon, his poison claws, and there struggle home. Kagome listened with a heavy heart, deep in dispair                  and greif.

                  Sango and miroku had taken Shippo out to see the town, leaving Kagome better able to care for InuYasha. She ran her hand across his cheek.His f           fever had dropped several degrees, yet was still above normal. She searched the recesses of her mind and heart, and some how, she felt that                        InuYasha was speaking to her. But she needed to hear words! She prayed to the Gods silently.

                  Let him be okay, let him servive. Let him wake up!

                  "Wake up InuYasha! Wake up!" She breathed out.

                  And one of the Gods listened. A miracle was granted, and he spoke.

                  "Kagome..."

                  She let the tears stand stock still in her eyes. He spoke! He was okay... He was asking for her. For a moment, she was so over joyed, Kagome              forgot to breathe.

                  "Im here InuYasha." She said, kneeling down to him. He turned his head, and open his eyes. the world was bright, and he blinked it back several                   times.

                  Those eyes, His amber orbs. She had not seen them in so long, and missed them like the deserts missed the rain. She needed them like she needed                   air. She needed him like she needed life. He... He was life.

                  "Ka...gome..."

                  "Inuyasha, are you okay? How do you feel?"

                  "Im dizzy, and cold. I feel like my troat is numb."

                  "Its the medicine that I gave you."

                  "Oh..."

                  "What happened InuYasha?"

                  "Bear demon..." He breathed out.

                  "Your going to be okay... Your not leaving me..."

                  "No..."

                  She took his hand in her own.

                  "Im tired."

                  "Im afraid to let you sleep."

                  "I need to..."

                  "Promise me you will wake up."

                  "I promise...."

                  She raised his hand to her mouth, and kissed it gentally.

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    &n bsp;             The next few days passed by like a blaze. InuYasha darted in and out of the lines between this life and the next. Kagome stood faithfully by his bed              side, never once catching an ounce of sleep. She wactched him flinch in pain, and wince from dreams. He called out her name at various times, little              tid bits of his own world slipping into hers.

                  Some how, the Gods had deceided to bargan with her, and he began to recover. She continued to fuss over him, when ever he tried to move or                become active, until he was completely recover, and in better shape than before he became hurt.

                  The group walked on now, leaving the timeless villiage behind them, memeorys that would be installed in their mind for years to come. They                         followed a path, one which had no road, nor any map. They just carried on, like the wind, with out direction. The were heading to places no one                   could find, but every one knew of.

                  They had made camp for the night in a clearing of the wooded area, a warm fire beating strongly. All the others were fast asleep, but Kagome                       refused to do the same. It was so hard to think that he was okay. That he did not need her anymore. That he was able to survive on his own. In                     what was only days, seemed like months. The hardest months of her life. Kagome sat against the trunk of a tree, thick and old in its years, her eyes              planted on the blazing fire centered in the middle of the camp site. The hanyou walked over to her, and seated himself beside her. Slowly, taking her             eyes off the dancing orange and red flames, licking themselfs into the air, she focused them on him. Concern was aparent in his face.

                  "Why arnt you asleep?"

                  "I'm not tired."

                  "Dont lie. You havent slept in days."

                  "So Im used to the lack of sleep now. Im not tired."

                  "Keh. "

                  "Really. Im fine. Your the one who should be asleep. You just got better."

                  "Oi. For the last time, I am okay! All day you have been acting like I am this going to break!"

                  "Well you nearly died! You almost didnt make it!" She began to sob out, tears flooding.

                  He bent down, in an effort of an apology. She had her head sulked on her knees, sobbing openly into them. The hanyou took the miko in his arms,           and held her tight.

                  "Shh. Please dont cry Kagome. I hate it when you cry... Im okay now... Shh. Please Kagome."

                  "I was so scared InuYasha. I thought I was going to lose you... I thought you wouldnt come back..." She cried into him.

                  "I'll always come back to you Kagome." He promised instintly.

                  "No! You cant promise such a thing. You'll end up breaking your word."
        
   ;                "No. I wont leave you."

                  "Please dont InuYasha. Please never leave me..."

                  "Im not going anywhere." He cooed into her ear as he stroked her silky hair.

                  "Promise me."

                  "Only if you promise to get some sleep."

                  "Only if you will."

                  "Fine." 

                  Kagome stood to get her blanket form her back pack. InuYasha sat against the trunk of the tree, slumped against it. Kagome sat down in front of                   InuYasha, and leaned her back against him, covering both of them with her blanket. Taking in a deep breath, Kagome closed her eyes.

                  "Promise me you'll always come back InuYasha."

                  "I promise. You know I will come back."

                  "You did come back."

                  "Shh. Go to sleep."

                  "Hmm." She said before she drifted off into a deep slumber.