InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Yuureibanashi ❯ Akumu ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters from the manga or anime. I only own the characters of my own creation.

 

AN: First, let me say that I am really sorry of not updating in a timely manner. Also for erasing the last 5 chapters, but I have a good reason for it. I wanted to try my hand at erotica. I wasn't sure I could pull it off…so I put it off. I know that's really not the best way to handle a challenge. I wanted to put a lemon in chapter 6, but it just wasn't set up for it. I want this story to flow, not be forced. These chapters have been completely rewritten. In fact this chapter went from 6 pages to 9. I hope that you all enjoy reading, and will find it in your hearts to tell what you think. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews in the past, you kept me going. I really could not do this with out you, and I truly appreciate it. THANK YOU!

Sincerely,

RavenShadow

 

Yuureibanashi

 

 

I'll come home to you

Yes, I'm sorry

Don't worry

Goodbye

Brilliant Green

September Rain

 

Chapter Two: Akumu

 

Katsumi looked down at her sleeping child. The anxiety and sadness that had been etched on her face since the night of their escape was gone. The young girl had lapsed into a dreamless sleep, her body exhausted from crying. Katsumi pulled the blanket around Miya's shoulders and tenderly kissed her on the forehead. After sliding the shoji shut, the tears that she had successfully kept at bay, slid down her face. “Ashikaga,” she whispered as she leaned her head against the wood frame.

She wore a brave face during the day, but she could feel the facets crumble as she walked to her chambers. Once inside the secure confines of the room, she wept quietly against her fine silk bedding. It was already beginning to take its toll; she hadn't slept well in days. When she did manage to drift off, distress followed corrupting her dreams. Distorted and twisted images of her loved ones plagued her. Every night she watched her beloved slaughtered mercilessly, and her sweet child wither before her eyes. No, sleep held no reprieve for her.

Katsumi's eyes wondered to the desk across from her bed. The parchment and ink stone seemed to call to her. She and Ashikaga would always write letters to each other when apart. Somehow that simple act would help ease the loneliness. Katsumi reached for the ink stone and a small brush.

 

Dear honorable husband,

We arrived safely this morning at the Retreat. We traveled hard for two days, stopping only to rest the horses. This place that had been so welcoming last spring seems forlorn. I remember the three of us sitting underneath the sun kissed sakura trees. While you vivaciously, recanted the deeds of your ancestor's. So lost in your own tale, the rising winds couldn't penetrate your mirth; that is until a strong breeze filled your unsuspecting mouth with delicate pink petals. Miya's beautiful laughter filled the groove. Oh, the look on your face my love, still makes me smile. I wish my time here now, could be as blissful. I know that you are fighting for our safety, honor, and lands. I know this and yet I must ask you for your strength. Our dear child has not spoken a word since our departure. She has barely eaten and when she thinks no one is paying attention she weeps. I am fearful for her health. I know her misery at our separation; I am struggling to stay strong for her and you. Oh, Ashikaga this place is lonely without you, it is almost more then I can bear. I pray to the Kami-sama's that you are victorious and will be here soon; we need you and love you.

Your most honorable and loving wife,

Yoshimasa Katsumi

 

She looked down at the scroll before her; I can not risk sending a messenger. Removing the Yoshimasa family seal from her obi, she left a dragon imprinted in red to guard her thoughts.

Katsumi moved towards an old chest by her bed. The chest was adorned with finely carved beasts. The scene depicted tigers, wolves and many other animals surrounding a lake. In the trees there are birds, monkeys and even phoenixes gathered, gazing at the creature descending from the waters edge. A large magnificent dragon moved towards the shore as the animals stood in reverence. She ran her fingers along the carved dragon, a small click was heard, and a compartment slid out from the bottom. She placed the scroll in the drawer and slid it back in place.

Katsumi glanced at the large bed at her side. Instead of looking inviting to her tired eyes, it looked despondent. This was her first time here alone. She removed her robes and climbed in between the silk sheets. The bed seemed desolate, even with her in it. Closing her eyes against the world she fell into a fitful sleep.

 

~ *** ~

 

Despite neglect the house remained in very good condition. Kagome stood just within the threshold, when a furious Sango slammed the shoji shut. Miroku had the good sense to follow Shippo and Kirara, into the next room; attempting to do his best to avoid anymore beatings at the hands of his beautiful Sango.

“About time you two decided to come in,” InuYasha commented looking very amused at the irate tai-jiya. Sango just shot a cold glare in his direction and stalked after the monk.

Kagome noticed the sudden change in temperature. It's so warm in here, she thought. Reluctantly sliding the red haori off her shoulders, guess I've got to give this back now. She turned towards her hanyou companion, “Thank you for letting me borrow this.”

“Can't have you sick again. Hunting down all those ingredients is a pain in the ass.” InuYasha grunted.

“Ne, InuYasha. Are you sure no one lives here?” she asked.

“Keh, no one's here wench. I checked it out. This place has been empty for a long time.”

“I wonder how it stays so warm.”

“Because of the onisen down the corridor.” InuYasha answered looking around the room.

“Really!” Kagome shrieked, grabbing his haori. InuYasha's ears clasped down in attempt to block the sound.

“Oi, wench do you have to do that so damn loud!”

“Gomen ne, InuYasha.” She said softly.

He was surprised to feel gentle fingers, lightly stroking his ears. InuYasha had to stomp down on his body's reaction to her velvety touch. “Does it still hurt?” she asked in a soft whisper. The sound of her voice sent chills down his spine. Does it still hurt? Hell no! he thought. He knew he should stop her, pull away, and maybe even yell at her. But he couldn't, her scent flowed over him as he took a deep breath. Oh, fuck no. Not now, please not now! Fight as he could it wouldn't have changed a thing. Her scent held the tantalizing musky spike of arousal. InuYasha opened his eyes and looked up at the girl in front of him. Kagome stood on tip toes to reach his ears and the effects were torture. Her uniform shirt rode up exposing an alluring expanse of taunt skin. Her ample breast pressed firmly against his chest as she leaned into him. He felt the now familiar stirring inside his hakama. Clawed hands unconsciously found her hips, as he fought the urge to draw her closer.

Kagome paused in her ministrations, as heat engulfed her body. She shivered at the unintentional intimacy of his touch. Neither pulling her closer or pushing her away, just holding her in place. So simple, she thought, and yet her blood is racing through her veins. This is what you do to me InuYasha, every time. But he is holding me. He probable doesn't even know he's doing it. She returned to the objects that started all these conflicted emotions. But instead of soft strokes, she used her nails to scratch the base of his hanyou ears.

The boldness of her talented finger's, shattered the last strand of InuYasha barely contained control. He possessively pulled her curvy hips against him. Kagome's arousal saturated him as he buried his nose into her neck. He felt her heart hammering within her chest and throaty moan escape her lips. Kagome never stopped the pleasurable assault on his ears. Dropping her head to the side, she exposed her neck; allowing him better access. The demon inside InuYasha roared with excitement at her inadvertent sign of submission. She smells incredible, I need to taste her. He lightly nipped her shoulder. Kagome's breath caught in her throat. Pulling him closer, her hands sunk into his long silver locks. “Kagome,” he whispered, opening his mouth to take in more of her succulent flavor.

“Hey! Are you guys…” Shippo stopped mid sentence. “What are you doing?” The couple complete froze.

Fucking brat!

No, not now! Turning interesting shades of red Kagome looked down at the hanyou in her arms. I can't believe we did that…please don't regret it. Despite the interruption, she could clearly see desire darkening InuYasha's amber eyes. “I tripped.” She stated never breaking her eye contact.

“Yeah, she tripped. You're gonna have to be careful, clumsy wench.” His voice dark, husky, left Kagome with delicious chills.

“Why was InuYasha holding you up?” asked the ever curious kit. “Did you hurt your foot?” Shippo ran to Kagome looking intently at her feet.

Kagome quickly jumped at the opportunity. “I thought I did, but...” flexing her ankle, “everything seems fine.” She said smiling down at the little kitsune. “Did you need something Shippo?”

“Oh, yeah, I'm hungry can we eat soon?”

“Well, I think we need to find some firewood, but you can have a bag of chips from my backpack.”

“Alright! Ninja food!” Shippo yelled and ran from the room.

“Oi, wench, I'm hungry too.”

“Well let's find some firewood and I'll make some ramen.” Kagome stated as she started to follow the kit. Ok, girl act natural, just pretend nothing happened. I may love that little kitsune of mine, but his timing couldn't…A clawed hand on her stomach halted her progress and mental babble. She was pulled back against a solid chest, an unmistakable bulge pressed against her backside. “InuYasha?” She felt her hair being swept to one side. InuYasha inhaled her intoxicating scent deeply.

“You smell better than ramen” he mumbled into her neck.

Kagome spun around and shoved him back. “Ok, who are you and what have you done with InuYasha?”

“What?”
“I should've known something was wrong. InuYasha would never say that.” Her eyes fell to the floor. Dejection flowed around her like an aura. “The InuYasha I know would never have touched me that way.” She mumbled sadly. The young hanyou stood stunned. “He loves another,” her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Kagome raised her head. Her penetrating stare bore into his golden orbs, she gave a false smile. “I was never good enough.”

“Kagome” he whispered reaching for her.

“I don't know who you are, or why you are here.” She suddenly radiated spiritual power and fury. “Give InuYasha back or I will purify you to dust.”

He couldn't tear his eyes away for anything. Part of him was screaming at him to flee. Yet another part of him was howling with desire. Kagome's little display of power was turning him on even more. That magnificent bitch, a low growl escaped him, my bitch.

She never saw him coming, one moment he is staring at her. The next, Kagome finds herself pressed firmly up against the wall. Mindful of the claws that held her hands above her head, InuYasha's eyes wavered between red and amber. His voice was like raw silk as he spoke, “Not only did I say it…I meant it. I have wanted you from the moment I looked into those beautiful gray eyes. You showed no fear, as you yelled at me that day.” Kagome's eyes widened, Oh Kami, it is him. Freeing one of his hands, he gently stroked her cheek. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Kagome shook her head. “Your scent, your voice, your smile, your absolute stubbornness…I need you.” He thrust his hardness against her thigh. Kagome felt the fire reignite between her legs. He continued to torture her as he spoke. “It was never whether or not you were good enough for me. It was always, I was never good enough for you.” She opened her mouth to protest, but found her lips sealed by a single claw. “I'm not finished. I have been pushing you away for so long and I'm fucking tired of it.” He leaned towards her. “You can “sit” me later if you want.” His lips fell upon her's.

Kagome was lost, overwhelmed by 3 years of pent up passion. Every missed opportunity, seemly innocent touch, every not so innocent thought, flowed through her. Petite hands slide into his long sliver hair drawing him closer. InuYasha gently bite her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She freely gave it.

InuYasha growled in pleasure as his tongue explored the sweetness that could only be described as Kagome. She pressed back against him wanting to taste him as well. He smirked against her lips and relented. Kagome slowly ran her tongue along his sharp fangs. He tasted like rain: fresh, clean, exhilarating.

Panting InuYasha pulled back to allow for some much needed air. “I…”

“Yes?” she breathed

“I think we better meet the others, before they come looking for us.” He said, staring down at her beautiful well kissed lips. “As much as I would love to stay here…”

“They will come looking for us.”

“That letch, will never give us a moment's peace. We'd never here the end of it.” Kagome gave a long dramatic sigh. She smiled up at him and gave him a soft chaste kiss.

“We can't have that, now can we?” After gently stroking his ear, she pushed him off of her. Her hips swayed as she walked towards the other room, turning back to him with a mischievous look on her face. “Coming?”

“Wench” he playfully growled.

 

~***~

 

Sango glanced up at her friends as they entered the room. “Hey, I was beginning to think I would have to send out a search party. Shippo said that you tripped, are you ok?” The young miko blushed.

“Yeah, InuYasha caught me. He always catches me.” She gave him a soft smile. Folding his arms across his chest, he just looked away giving his oh so familiar response.

“Keh” Sango shrugged and continued to unpack their supplies. InuYasha turned towards Kagome and gave her a sexy smirk. “Oi, bozu why aren't helping Sango?”

“I would like to explore this place a little more closely,” Miroku said, studying a large silk scroll hanging on the wall. Images immortalized by a skillful brush. The painting portrayed a beautiful woman dressed in a rich blue silk kimono. Her black hair was piled neatly on her head, bejeweled ornate combs set perfectly in her hair. She was obviously a lady of wealth, the wife or daughter of a shogun. The child was equally exquisite; her long black hair fell across her shoulders. She was standing with her back to the world, her head turned slightly as if watching the artist carefully. The girl's hair was held from her face by a beautiful red jade comb. The body of which was a dragon looking both fierce and proud. Mother of pearl teardrops cascaded from the dragon's body, as though he had just risen from the sea. But what held Miroku's attention were the child's eyes. They were the lightest shade of brown he had ever seen.

“Later, letch. We need to gather as much firewood as possible before that storm hits.”

“Yes, I suppose you're right. Do you think it's ok to leave them here alone?” Miroku asked, gesturing towards the two girls.

“I'm sure Sango can protect Kagome if something should happen. Besides we won't be far, if there is any trouble.” Sango nodded her head in response and pulled her hiraikatsu closer. “So quit stalling and let's get this over with before the snow starts to fall,” InuYasha said, grabbing the monk by his robes and dragging him out the door.

Kagome turned and looked at the irori. The sunken stone fireplace was blackened by heat and time. A ring embedded in the tatami caught her eye. Looking at it more closely, she noticed hinges hidden in the floor. A door, she thought. “Hey, Sango, look at this.”

“It looks like a hidden room.” Kagome pulled on the ring.

“It won't budge,” she said, straining.

“Here, let's pull together.” The wood creaked and groaned as the hinges gave way. Both girls fell back when the door opened. Shippo looked into the room and smiled.

“InuYasha is gonna to be mad.” Kagome and Sango joined the kitsune at the door. The small room, no bigger then a large closet, was full of firewood. Both girls smiled at the joke.

“Why don't you two get the fire started? I'll find some water for the ramen.”

“Alright, Kagome-chan, but be careful.” Kagome grabbed a couple of empty water bottles and a flashlight from her pack.

 

~ *** ~

 

Dusk was drawing near, casting shadows down the empty corridor. The temperature grew warmer as Kagome followed the sound of running water. She was met by two sentinel dragons carved out of jade, forever challenging each other on a pair of ornate doors. She pulled the doors open. A warm gust of air washed over her face as she met a wall of darkness. Turning on her flashlight the beam seemed to become absorbed by the opaque mist. That's strange, she thought stepping tentatively into the room while staying close to the wall. Her foot hit a large jar, causing the contents to slosh around. Setting the empty water bottles on the floor, Kagome moved her flashlight to reveal a tall stand with a wick sticking out of a shallow bowl. Opening the jar she discovered burning oil. I knew it! Reaching into her pocket and producing a box of matches, she lit the lamp. Although it held such a small flame, it instantly dispelled the swarthy gloom. Kagome gave a puzzled glance between her flashlight and the lamp. Shaking her head she shut off the flashlight and took in the large room around her. It was amazing, boasting high ceilings with polished wood vents. To the young miko it resembled a tasteful indoor Japanese rock garden. Smooth multicolored stones provided flooring throughout the room. Simple but fine benches were situated so admirers could look upon the spring. Finely carved dragons graced each stepping-stone leading to the edge of the steaming pool. The back wall was nothing but exposed mountainside. Hot mineral-rich water flowed from a small crevice on its face into a large reservoir below. Polished obsidian outlined the pool, giving the room an ethereal look.

Kagome filled the water bottles, and she couldn't help but notice how good the water felt. “I can't wait to try this place out with Sango,” she said, running her hand through the water. “There is nothing like a nice hot bath to fight off the cold.” Standing up and staring longingly at the hot spring, she sighed. Gathering the bottles and turning back to the door, blowing out the wick as she pasted. A loud splash caused her to jump, dropping the contents in her arms. The deafening sound of the full bottles and her flashlight hitting the floor, put her further on edge. Kagome's heart started racing as the hairs on the back of her neck raised. The room suddenly felt frigid. She quickly bent down searching for the lost light source. The miko let out a small sigh of relief when her fingers grabbed the metal cylinder. Turning flashlight on, she looked back into the room. Apprehension creped through her vein's like a spider, something is moving on the surface. Run. She really should. Unfortunately, her unyielding curiosity, often bypassed her instinct for self preservation. Kagome walked over to the pool and looked in. Instead of her familiar light gray eyes, she saw a mass of black hair swirling and floating beneath the surface of the onisen. Kagome stumbled backwards in surprise. “What the…” She looked into the water again. Confusion and surprise were evident in her reflection. Releasing the breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding. “Get a hold of yourself girl. This is not the first time you've ever been alone.” She looked back at the spring, but all the same I could have sworn there was something there. Hastily gathering the scattered bottles, she decided to return to the others.

 

~***~

 

Dear, Honorable husband

 

It has been a full moon cycle since our arrival, and we have received no word of the events that have befallen our home. I know you and our brave men are working hard to defend our lands. I miss you, my love. I never realized how lonely this place could be without you. Our bed seems cold without your warmth, and every night I lay there thinking of you. Miya is also lost without you near. She still hardly touches her food and barely speaks a word. I fear she will begin to weaken at this rate. Well, my love, I must go for now. I will write again when I have a chance. I pray Kami-sama will keep you safe and return you to us soon.

 

Love your most honorable wife,

Yoshimasa Katsumi

 

~***~

 

By the time Kagome returned Sango had a fire blazing. InuYasha looked at little put out by the abundance of firewood. Shippo and Kirara rolled a ball around the room. She smiled at the kit and kitten's little game.

“What took you so long?” Sango asked, taking the water from her friend.

“This place is pretty big. I guess I just got turned around,” she said, a little strained. InuYasha looked at her suspiciously. He picked up on her nervousness and smelt the fading scent of fear. “The hot spring is really beautiful.”

“We should check it out in the morning,” Sango said, stirring the ramen. After dinner they settled down for the night.

 

~ *** ~

 

Kagome approached the waters edge, and looked in. Black hair flowed beneath the surface, as if each strand had a life of its own. She found herself reaching towards the writhing mass. Her mind screamed “No!” but her body was responding to some extemporaneous demand. When her delicate fingers broke the surface, the water shifted, becoming choppy and agitated. Abruptly, a child's face bore into her from the murky pool. Her ecru eyes were intense and cold. The child's skin was a sickly blue white, and her pale lips moved with robotic precision. “Hitoritabi wa makura no sedai. Hitoritabi wa makura no sedai.” A haunting child's voice, echoing through her mind. She started to feel dizzy from the chilling rhythm her words made. A small hand grabbed Kagome's wrist. Her scream was caught in her throat as she was pulled toward the water.

 

Kagome woke with a start; her eyes flew open and met molten gold. InuYasha held her shoulders, trying to stop her tossing and turning. She was frozen for a moment by the concern in his eyes. “Are you alright?” InuYasha asked, kneeling beside her. She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes. InuYasha started to panic. “Don't cry. It's alright.” Kagome laid her head on his chest. He was surprised, to say the least. He listened intently checking to see if anyone was awake. The slow rhythmic breathing of his companions put him at ease. The hanyou tentatively wrapped his arms around Kagome and pulled her onto his lap. He reached up and ran his claws through her soft tresses. She began to calm down due to his ministrations. She pulled her head back, but refused to pull her eyes from the floor. InuYasha lifted her face to meet his gaze. He marveled for a moment to the softness of her skin and the strain in her eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked again placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Kagome looked up and smiled at the new endearment.

“Yeah, it was just a nightmare.” They lapsed into a pregnant silence but their eyes never left each other.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“It was nothing really.” He knew she wasn't telling him the truth. The stench of fear still clung to her, reaffirming his suspicions. His train of though was broken by her voice.

“Huh?”

“I asked you, what are you doing up?”

“Keh, you were talking in your sleep.”

“What?”

“What the hell does `Alone in a world of darkness' mean?” Kagome couldn't cover up her surprise.

“Are you sure that's what I said?”

“Yeah, you were repeating it.”

“I don't know what it means,” she said, looking away.

“You're lying.”

“I'm not lying,” she whispered.

“Kagome, I can always tell when you're lying.”

“I'm not lying.”

“Then you're not telling me the whole truth.” His arms were crossed in front of him.

“I really don't know what it means.”

He was about to continue to argue when a sound caught his attention. He looked at the floor above them. He gently slid Kagome off his lap. “What's going on?” she whispered.

“Quiet!” She narrowed her eyes at him. Then she heard the sound of wet feet moving across the floor. “I'm going to check it out.”

“I'm going with you.”

“The fuck you are!” he responded in a harsh whisper. “You're staying down here.”

“I'm going with you and that's final.”

“I said…” the feet sounded like they were running. “Fuck, come on,” he said, grabbing Kagome's hand. She quickly snatched the flashlight from beside her bedroll.

 

 

 

 

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