[ D i s c l a i m e r ] nope
[ A u t h o r' s N o t e ] I wrote this little Kouga x Kagura one-shot in lieu of watching the latest Inuyasha episode on cartoon network. The sexual tension during their battles is so apparent, especially if by apparent you mean completely made up in my head. Anyway enough from me but I just wanted to say that I am in love with this fic and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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They met under the high noon sun and stood completely motionless like two cowboys facing off in an old western.
Hours seemed to pass in mere moments. Clouds drifted by languidly overhead. And then, in a fraction of a second the statues came to life, unleashing all of their long bridled emotions. There was no need to hide them now. This was the end.
They battled until sunset, not so much as a word passing between them the entire time. The scent of blood filled the air and scraps of torn cloth littered the ground. A heavy demonic aura hung menacingly in the air. Above them, the sky was a canvas of swirling grey and black, wisps of innocent cloud being trapped and devoured every so often, the perfect image of the feelings radiating between the two figures currently engaged in fierce combat.
Claws clicked and fangs gnashed. The fight was drawn out unnecessarily. Opportunities to rip out major organs were acknowledged only with a small, taunting knick, a resounding symbol of shared denial.
It was a battle of wills in which there were never two more evenly matched. So they carried on making each other bleed, drawing out the precious liquid that kept them alive, the scent of the other's blood exciting and disgusting them both thoroughly at the same time. Slowly and expertly they played their game of manipulation and defiance.
With one last burst of strength from both parties, they met in the middle, amidst a perfect halo of their own immanent death and destruction.
Fan met claws and both pushed but neither gave an inch as they slumped to the ground, fierce determination still driving them even as the last remaining life clinging to their stubborn bodies quickly waned like the moon overhead.
He grinned haughtily, bloodstained fangs glinting in the frail moonlight, "I have my revenge," he forced, his voice a low and husky grumble, effort needed merely to speak overwhelming him.
She smiled back, if only to match him, but there was no happiness shining in her eyes, "And I have my freedom," she countered, voice smooth and calm as always, betraying the warm blood rising up in her throat and the coppery taste lingering on her tongue even as she spoke.
His mind became fuzzy at the loss of blood and he clung to her sides to keep from falling. In return she fisted her hands in the fur at his shoulders, eyebrows furrowing.
Feeling the last life drain from his body, he let himself meet her lips in a single kiss. Even in these last few moments they attacked each other hungrily, fighting for dominance that would never be won. But it was better that way.
And so they died in a cocoon of blood and wrath and each other, because no one wants to die alone. Both, defeated but victorious in their own way, gave in and accepted the peace found in death's sweet embrace.
And even though it was an ending that would never be found in any storybook, to them it was happily ever after.
It was perfection.
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THE END