April 11, 2004
Nube
by Goddess of Anime
Discalimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha... yet. *holds up a prayer bead neclace and grins evilly* Here doggie, doggie, doggie! Come here....
This is a one-shot and I wrote this after I read the 17th manga. I've only seen two episodes of the show and have already ran back to the mangas. I wrote this on Easter/Passover (in case if you forgot the date already). If you want the truth about this, I'll tell you... I have no idea where this came from. My imaginitive side of my mind sometimes works without the consent of my rational side of mind. So this will end up most likely being just creepy. If you want me to I'll make it into a full-length fic. If I can stick with it....
Warning: It's creepy and will probably contain a few angsty scenes, but does have subtle romance moments to balance out the gore and... something else.
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Kagome lurched forward, feebly trying to escape Juro-maru and Kageromaru. Juro-maru gabbed hold of her wrists, his head bowed over her shoulder. He sunk his sharp fangs into her collarbone, slowly drinking in her thick blood. Kageromaru attached itself around her waist, biting away at her skin at a pain-stakingly slow pace. He could feel her body stiffen and hear it scream. Kageromaru smiled cruelly, biting deeper into her flesh. He was slightly aware that the hanyou behind him was giving great effort to just stand up.
Juro-maru, though not showing it, was feeling ill. Something about this girl's blood was making his boil as soon as started drinking it and then made it ice over when he paused even briefly. Kagome, feeling weak and beaten by now, sensed this. Tremors rolled down her back as felt his lips hover over her neck, then float down to her shoulder. Kagome shut her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth to help brace herself for the feel of his fangs. It never came. Instead she felt her stomach twist and her chest tighten. The spider thing that came from within Juro-maru was still nibbling away at her midriff, trying to make her scream.
This is hell, she thought. Complete and total hell. She was expecting to feel another bite from Kageromaru but instead felt Juro-maru's silvery hair brush her cheek and a shriek of pain from the shadow boy, also known as Kageromaru. Daring to open her eyes she looked up. A form, unmistakably Inu-Yasha's, was hazy and spun around. What's... happening? she thought, trying to think at her normal speed.
She fell to her knees with dark spots dancing in her vision before engulfing it entirely.
If Kagome hadn't been unconscious she would have seen Inu-Yasha lifted his eyes to Juro-Maru's, seen that they were different. His irises were a gorgeous blue and the whites of his eyes were a crimson colour. Slowly he advanced at the opponent that shoved him against the tree. He lifted his eyes to meet the others, revealing no emotion. "You're dead," Inu-Yasha whispered, sneering. Slowly, he advanced towards Juro-maru, then quickened his pace, and slowed down again. Juro-maru didn't feel emotion himself, but he knew he was being toyed with.
Inu-Yasha flexed his hand, standing stock-still. Juro-maru stepped closer, knowing that caution was essential at this moment. At that slight movement Inu-Yasha lashed out, striking the creature's heart with his lengthened claws. Juro-maru uttered a slight cry of surprise before crumpling into a heap in it's own pool of blood. He had died.
Turning around Inu-Yasha scanned for Kagome through the newly settled mist. Crouching he lifted Kagome into his lap. Her rosy cheeks and lips were now pale. A small scratch ran across her cheekbone and two wounds were on her collarbone and near her liver. Absently he licked the blood off her cheek, collarbone, and stomach, helping seal the wounds for a short while.
One of his hands wound in her soft ebony hair, his other arm around her slender waist. He cradled her against his chest, his snowy hair covered his face and hers. He felt for a breath and sighed in relief. His lips brushed her, tongue flicking in her mouth. Inu-Yasha was caught by surprise to feel her tongue meet his. He pulled back, looking like his normal self with amber eyes, and studied her face. A little colour was brought back, but she was still asleep.
Slowly on trembling legs he stood up, clutching his companion, and surveyed the area for Miroku and Sango, and possibly Shippou. Soon he wondered what happened to Kouga. For all he knew the wolf demon probably ran off. But even for Kouga that seemed odd, he would have at at least stuck around to see how Kagome had fared.
It didn't take long for him to find Miroku and Sango on Kirara, Shippou with them. But before he went to them he plucked his Tetsusaiga from the ground, placing it roughly back into its scabbard. "We need to go back to the village," Inu-Yasha grunted. Sango and Miroku recoiled when they saw the severe injuries both had received. A gaping hole through Inu-Yasha's middle and the bite marks on Kagome's midriff showed that they ran into a great difficulty.
"You can on Kirara with me," Sango offered, relieved that Inu-Yasha agreed without having to be prompted. "You get up here too, Miroku." Miroku nodded, offering his shoulder to Shippou. Sango swung herself up onto Kara's back, helping Miroku up behind her. As soon as Inu-Yasha got up Kirara slowly descended, slowed down by the weight of so many passengers. But they didn't run out of room. This one fact was odd because Kirara could only hold three of them, four if Shippou sat on someone's shoulder. Glancing back Sango's eyes widened in mild surprise to see Inu-Yasha still holding on to Kagome.
Miroku noticed this too, but decided it was best not to comment on this in fear of setting off the temperamental hanyou. He also saw a different face on Inu-Yasha, one that was seen normally on two young, and stupid, humans. He gave an inward smile, bending forward. The monk straightened up, realizing that his arm was still bleeding. Dammit, he thought angrily. It did something to my arm.
A hand slid into his, squeezing it gently. He looked up and saw Sango smiling. This had taken him aback. Not once before had Sango allowed him to touch her with permission. He smiled and gripped her hand, making no move to grope her. Without a warning she leaned against him, signaling him to let go of her hand. He let go and remembered Shippou on his shoulder.
Shippou smiled innocently and then gave him a thumbs-up sign. Miroku shook his head and pretended that the very young fox demon hadn't done or witnessed anything.
Kirara landed on the ground, her body jolting forward tiredly. Everyone slid off quickly, stumbling a bit. "Thanks, Kirara. You don't have to stay in that form any longer. Kirara closed her eyes in agreement and changed into her smaller form. Sango scooped up the exhausted cat and placed her on her shoulder. Inu-Yasha ran off, still holding Kagome bridal style. "Damn you, Juro-maru," he muttered, the wounds on Kagome's body reopening.
Kaede, the 60 year-old woman, was already waiting for him outside her home. "What happened to her?" she demanded, ushering the dog demon inside. He stayed quiet and pulled off his haori and the white shirt underneath, placing it on the floor and laying Kagome across it. Kaede knelt beside him, looking over Kagome's injuries.
"These could be fatal. A substance was gotten into them, something keeping them open," she concluded, pouring a foul smelling liquid onto a white cloth and then placing it over the bite marks on her abdomen. She took out another scrap of cloth and poured the liquid onto it also then placed it over the two bite marks on her collar-bone. "We'll have to keep that on. Inu-Yasha, help me bandage her," she commanded.
Inu-Yasha obeyed without a sound. He lifted the girl up and rolled up her shirt a part of the way so that it revealed all of her stomach. Her skin was soft, but felt cold. He shivered, his only reassurance was the slow heart-beat thrumming in every part of her body. The shirt fell over the bandage, already half-covered in blood. Kaede pulled down part of the young girl's shirt, gently wrapping bandages around her chest and over her left shoulder. To place the last bandage the old woman tugged off the 15 year-old's skirt and wrapped up her thigh.
After finishing Kaede looked at Inu-Yasha, hand poised to keep him still if necessary. "You need to be tended to as well," she said gravely. Inu-Yasha knocked her hand away, keeping a wary eye on Kagome. Kaede shook her head and walked outside. Sometimes, he could be so stupid.
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Ladidadida. That took me awhile to write. It's three and a half pages long. Longer than I expected. I know it isn't all that good, but I'm still trying to figure those stupid YGO fics of mine. Yeah, a year or two since I've updated those. *sweatdrops* Here are a few words that you should know. Um, ya. So, if you thought that this sucked or was actually decent you may review. If you're just trying to relieve negative energy and plan to flame, please don't.
nube = hell
hiraikotsu = boomerang bone
haori = the red shirt that Inu-Yasha wears
Sankontessou! = Iron reaver, soul stealer!
hanyou = half demon