InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Chose Me ❯ So It Begins ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Note: Ok, it took a lot longer than I expected to get back online. My mom was generous and had my Internet set up a week after I got home. HOWEVER, it turns out that, since I've always used a cable hookup, the person who built my computer never bothered to install the built in modem. X.x;; I told him about this, and he found one to send to me, but his job started keeping him in later than the post office was open. We later found out that there had been a mix-up when he finally did send it. So, while that went on I was discovering that my machine DID have sound, which made me happy. So I listened to You Spin Me Right Round, Brick House, and some more of my favorites for a couple of days. This finally put me in a good enough mood that I decided to start working on my fic again. Sorry it took me so long starting, but apparently I'm so used to having internet that when I don't have it I get this empty feeling and get real depressed. X.x;; I think it's mainly the lack of role-playing. Well, anyways, I'll stop bugging you with my problems. Suffice to say that I have my Internet back; I got rid of my writer's block, and am finally posting this. Uj kyls hyw!

 

 

Tani sat silently on the forest floor, holding Kagome's limp body in his arms, his eyes on her face. Her features were so relaxed now, not a trace of her former fear remaining. Of course, he had been a bit surprised at first; he hadn't known what to expect when he used the jewel, bright lights maybe, a glowing, but he hadn't expected Kagome to pass out. At first he though it was his mother's cruel way of teaching him not to love humans; he'd thought the jewel had killed Kagome. Of course he had panicked, crying as he held her in his arms, until he'd realized that she was still breathing. He had gotten through that with only a moment of embarrassment and an apology to his mother's memory. She had been sweet, a demon, but sweet nonetheless, and would never have done something like that to him, and he was glad.

Now Tani sat here, his face composed and serene, holding what was now, to his mind, his Kagome. However, though he seemed at peace on the outside, his mind was in turmoil. He wasn't really sure if the jewel would work right away or even how it would work. Kagome may be alarmed if he took her away with him now. Besides, he didn't yet have a suitable place for a human to stay, he had never actually “settled down” anywhere. He knew that humans were fragile creatures, and he would never forgive himself if she became ill because she did not have proper shelter. He sighed and ran his fingers through her hair, his eyes traveling over her face again. He would have to leave her with that intolerable Inuyasha; at least until he knew the jewel was working and had a good place for her. Tani shifted, moving her gently from his lap to the ground and bending to kiss her forehead. He could hear Inuyasha heading this way; he could clearly stay no longer. He just hoped he wasn't making a mistake in leaving her.

 

 

Inuyasha noticed nothing in his hurry to reach Kagome; if something was in his way, he crashed through it. Nothing would detain him; he would save Kagome. He was getting close now, he could smell her scent, hers and…a demon's? He snarled in anger, his Tetsusaiga pulsing for a moment as his eyes flashed red. His speed increased and he ran faster than he ever had. In seconds he had jumped into the clearing, Tetsusaiga drawn and ready. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glance of a shadowy figure, but when he turned his head in that direction he saw only a whirl of leaves. His ears perked up as a whisper reached him on the wind.

 

“Take care of her, hanyou…”

 

Inuyasha just stood there for a moment, looking for the source of the voice. He sniffed in confusion, and found that the demon's scent was now fading; he was no longer there. He looked around him, bewildered, but he quickly forgot about the voice that he may or may not have heard, for Kagome could be in danger. Quickly, he sheathed the Tetsusaiga and turned to Kagome, dropping to his knees and gathering her into his arms. She lay limp, not moving nor making a sound. Her face was pale, even her velvet lips. Tears gathered in his eyes as it crossed his mind that she might be dead, and he clutched her tighter, bowing his head and pushing the salty streams back. Shortly, though, her soft heartbeat and rapid breathing reached his ears, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. He set her down momentarily to wipe those rebellious tears away, but in a heartbeat she was nestled safely within the strength of his arms. Even through his clothing he could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and he knew something must be wrong. Briefly, he rested his cheek against her forehead, where it was soon covered with her sweat, and then he took off, speeding in the direction of the nearby village, where knew Kaede could be found. The full moon overhead cast an eerie shadow upon his determined features as he ran, his hair blowing like a banner behind him. His eyes remained before him, but there was the smallest bit of worry there.

 

“Please be ok, Kagome,” he murmured, his plea swept away on the wind, only to be heard by the waiting ears of a nearby spectator, whose eyes glistened with cold tears of hate.

 

Those eyes followed Inuyasha until he had disappeared from view, and then they closed as their owner turned away, wrapping her cold arms about herself. “So, you've changed your mind, Inuyasha,” she spoke softly, the tears sliding slowly down her cheeks. “I refuse to believe that this is how it will end.” She turned back around, staring off in the direction he'd run. “You will come back to me Inuyasha.”

 

 

Kagome woke to find herself staring at the wood ceiling of a hut she knew rather well. The smell of herbs and cooking food filled her nose and she could hear the familiar snores of a certain young demon and the sound of a wooden spoon scraping the bottom of a pot close by. She closed her eyes tight, frowning. Her every sense seemed to be heightened due to some kind of fire that was burning within the core of her being. Those simple, everyday sounds that normally went unnoticed by human ears now clawed at her eardrums and made her head pound. Now, as she blocked light with her closed eyelids, forced back the annoying sounds and smells, and concentrated, she could more acutely what was happening with her own body. It was amazing. That heat that had pooled in her abdomen was spreading rapidly through her veins like a brush fire, igniting each part of her body as it passed and setting her very skin aflame. With it came a wild energy like none she had ever felt before, bringing forth a persistent urge that began to pulse in time with her heart. But what was that urge? She wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it would not allow her to simply lie here and ignore it. It tugged at her mind, begging that she comply, and she obeyed. She sat up slowly, shaking with the intensity of her need, and opened her eyes, ignoring the wet cloth that fell from her forehead to her lap. Pulling the sweat-soaked blanket from her damp skin, she took a more thorough look around the hut and found that all eyes were on her. Well, all except for those of the sleeping kit of course. She returned their gazes in turn and promptly moved on, viewing each of them as unimportant, until she looked into the deep, violet orbs of the monk. (If you have any questions about the eye color, don't ask me. I looked at one of the anime pictures for reference.) Yes, he could help her to sate this aching hunger that was gradually growing stronger, spurred on by the lack of attention it was receiving. She reached out, bracing herself with one hand, and started to stand, but was quickly pushed back down by the aged, but firm hands of the elderly miko.

She glared down at the miko; even while sitting, she was about a head taller than the old priestess. The woman's lips moved, but she ignored the words that slipped past them; they could not help her with her need, and therefore, were not important. Her arm came up, as if of its own volition, and roughly pushed her aside, and Kagome stood, her eyes once again locked on the monk's. Looking him over, she couldn't help but wonder just what was under those loose robes. What did he have to hide, and why? Couldn't he tell that it was driving her crazy? As her half-lidded eyes traveled over his mysterious form, she fought to remember his name, for this task was quite hard in her current condition. Finally, after several frustrated moments, during which the heat grew steadily worse, she remembered it, and used it to get his attention, and his alone.

 

“Miroku,” she sighed. “I need to speak to you…” She caught movement out of the corner or her eye as the demon slayer moved to rise along with Miroku, and she growled out, “alone.” She immediately froze.

 

Kagome turned her focus back to the monk, and, noticing he had not moved, but remained rooted in the same sitting position on the floor, she walked over and grabbed him, hauling him to his feet and pulling him outside. Her every movement caused the ache to surge through her with renewed strength, and the bright moonlight that shone down into her eyes only added to her frustration. She glared in equal turns at the villagers that turned to look at them. They could gawk if they want. She was going to fulfill her need if the whole feudal era had to watch. She turned suddenly, catching Miroku off guard so that he nearly crashed into her, but caught himself at the last moment. She raised his hand, her grip on his wrist tightening with the urgency of her need as she rubbed her cheek against the rough skin of his knuckles, placing her other hand on the chest of his robes and desperately trying to feel the body that hid beneath.

 

“Miroku,” she moaned his name.

 

Miroku gaped at her in shock. Even with all of the faith he held in his so-called “charms,” he had never expected Kagome to moan his name-Inuyasha's perhaps, but definitely not him. Yes, he had seen the way they acted around each other, and, even with the constant bickering and painful “sit” commands, anyone could tell that there was a strong attraction there. In all of the time he had spent watching their relationship progress he had got some looks of desire passed between them, going completely unnoticed by the other, but Inuyasha had given most of these looks. He had suspected that, as a woman, Kagome was probably more able to hide such longings, but now...this was ludicrous! None of Inuyasha's lusty gazes had been this intense! Why, she looked on the verge of rape! This was where Miroku's thought processes were interrupted, for three things happened in such a quick succession that he couldn't be quite sure that they ever took place at all. Kagome was finally able to grasp one part of his body through the thick folds of his robes and give it a tender squeeze, to which said body part was quick to respond, and he was left speechless, biting back a groan, lest someone hear. She leaned in to kiss him, and he heard Sango's indignant gasp from where she watched at the doorway to Kaede's hut. He made a quick mental note to pester…question her about it later, before the third thing happened-and this one saved him from Sango's full wrath. Inuyasha showed up.

Kagome looked up, annoyed that her hand had been pulled away from its grasp on the monk's wonderfully throbbing member. Her other hand was pulled away from his wrist as well, and she turned, ready to rip out the throat of whoever had interrupted her. Then, she found herself gazing into deep pools of gold suffused with confusion. Her gaze drifted over his face, taking in the once hard features, which had somewhat softened since she'd met him, then to his soft, silver hair and ears that twitched ever so slightly in the light breeze. They traveled down to the clawed hand that gently held her wrist, and she couldn't help but imagine him using them to tear through her clothes before he took her, then and there in front of everyone. Looking over his body, she knew he was more than strong enough to fulfill her need several times, though he, like Miroku, hit his toned physique beneath baggy clothes, which gave to clue to the shape beneath. She closed her eyes, thinking briefly back to all of the times she had watched him slay demons. Yes, he definitely had the strength to slake her lust, and, though she would normally never admit it, she knew that some part of her hand wanted this to happen for a long time. She opened her eyes, looking back into his as she pressed against him, reaching her hand up to caress his cheek, sending shivers down both of their spines.

 

“Inuyasha,” she breathed, her voice full of longing, need, and even a hint of the love she had always felt.

 

“Ka-Kagome,” he answered questioningly as her face came closer to his. Almost unbidden, his free hand slid around her waist to the small of her back. Was she really going to kiss him? His heart and body were anxious and excited, even though he still tried to deny that he wanted this. The guilt of how he had hurt her last night, when she was going to confess her love, flashed in his mind. His ears flattened back against his skull in shame. Could he make it up to her like this? By showing that he felt the same way for her? Desperately he tried to remember why he had said those things to Kikyou, when his heart had quite obviously moved on. He still felt that he had meant to say more before Kikyou's cold lips closed over his. He was on the brink of remembering, of clearing up his confusion and at the same time apologizing to Kagome in the best way he knew, when that old hag interrupted.

 

“Inuyasha! Inuyasha, quick! Get Kagome inside the hut! A fever has clouded her mind!”

 

Inuyasha snapped out of his thoughts as suddenly as if he'd been run through. He gripped Kagome's arms, keeping her from advancing further, and then he turned to the elderly priestess, hardly suppressing a growl. What did she mean by “clouded her mind”?! Kagome had said that she loved him, even if he had hurt her. Didn't that mean that she really did want him? Even though he knew damn well that if Kagome was groping Miroku then there was definitely something wrong, his mind stubbornly fought to hold on to the illusion that Kagome had been about to kiss him for real. He stayed that way for a few moments as Kagome fought to free herself from his grasp, and then reluctantly threw her over his shoulder and stomped into the hut. After laying her gently on the futon and watching as Sango fought to hold her down, he immediately stomped right back out, ignoring the old hag's orders that he and Miroku leave immediately to avoid further problems, for he was already dragging the monk off. He knew very well that if Kagome did that again, he wouldn't be able to resist. Even though he didn't trust Miroku to restrain himself, he trusted himself much less at the moment. Now that Kagome had heated his blood up, today was going to be hell, and he might as well have someone to take it out on. He continued to storm into the forest and drag the monk, disregarding the choking noises that poor Miroku was issuing more franticly with each step Inuyasha took.

 

 

Tani's deep, green eyes, now bright with fury, had watched that whole scene play out. His fists were clenched at his sides as he watched the hanyou walk past, loath to actually harm him, for, despite what Inuyasha had done, Tani was still a peaceful demon. The trees around him actually groaned and shuddered with the strength of his rage. She had almost kissed that mutt, his pure one, the one who was meant to be his bride! He could not allow her to be tainted by such filthy excuse of a half demon. What enraged him even more was the scent of arousal that had been issued from the hanyou and even now trailed after him. Even after he had broken Kagome's heart and chosen the shadow of his dead lover, he still wanted her. Well, Tani wouldn't allow him to have both, especially not Kagome; that just wouldn't be fair. He looked up at the bright, full moon above, silently cursing it for swaying the power of the jewel as his mother told him it would, and vowing that next time he would have his Kagome.

 

“Goodnight, sweet Kagome,” he whispered, sending his voice to her on the wind. “Dream of me, as I will dream of you.”

 

With a faint rustle of leaves and a howl of the wind he was gone, and so this fight for Kagome began.

 

 

Woot! Finally finished! Well, all right. I hope you like it. Be glad that I don't have to go to school, so I stayed up late to finish this for you guys. Now, I would like you guys to tell me one thing. I was thinking-partially because of a flame I received the last time I posted this fic- that perhaps I did skip through too fast the last time, when the fic had 13 rather short, boring chapters. So, now that I'm redoing it, I'm thinking I may just do each day, right up to the new moon. That's fifteen days, people! (I'm not counting the full moon night I just did.) I could do a lot with that, and explain things a lot better! So, I want you to tell me if I should do that. Even if you do review, I doubt you will tell me, so I will probably do it anyways, but I think you guys should give your opinion. I mean you are the ones reading it after all. So, yeah, tell me what you think and please review if you have time. :P Adios, mis amigos buenos!