OUTER SPACE ALIEN!

Written on: 12/01/18

Chapter 01: Posted on 12/02/18

A/N: I miss Inuyasha, anyways here's a KouKag fic because I love them so much u_u ! Sorry I haven't updated any of my fics... I've been quite exhausted with school and real life, I'm seeking comfort with writing a few of my comfort ships so hopefully you like it! The title is a little bit silly, but I think it's cute and will mean something in the later chapters.

TRIGGER WARNING: N/A

"You're my simulation!"

Fate.

It had been almost three years, but who was he kidding? He was a demon whose time was insignificant unlike a human's whose each passing day was counted. He had never been aggravated about time, no, he had never thought that time was slow nor fast—in fact, it was as if time never existed for him. The seasons change, age differs, but time is time—the passing of the past, but what importance does he have to be attached to the past that he sees it pass? None, thus, time for him was insignificant. He had thought this perception of his would be entrenched, akin to his loyalty and his power in his tribe—but the day came when his world had been broken.

He stumbled upon her, a human girl—no, a priestess, perhaps—she had emanated the pure aura of a priestess but she did not appear as such. It was then when the clock hands began to move and each second were counted—he had known that she existed: her movements, her words, her smiles, her expressions, and her scent—each passing second they became his past. He had found significance in time. With each awaiting second he searches for her, no, not willingly, after all, he had no right or whatsoever to be by her side and yet he imposes himself within her circle. He had never tried too hard to gain an attention from another, in truth he has no need for attention, he would kill them off in an instant, but this girl—this girl! No matter he begged for her to look at him, she wouldn't but would he kill her—no! And it aggravated him! Kill her! But his heart longed to protect her.

But all is futile when the one you love is lost, not to a war, but to another man. He snorts at the memory, the way that stupid dog shit had trampled over her feelings, her health, her safety more than enough and yet she had her eyes set only for him. She had desired to protect him even though he had hurt her repeatedly. True, a mishap or two could be forgiven, but why, why does she wear such a heavy, sullen expression whenever by his side? What unfairness does that man do to her? Could he not see how lucky he is—how fortunate he is, that a hanyou like him, could ever be loved so purely and fully? To be chosen willingly and with heartfelt passion and dedication that he was better, no, he was irreplaceable from a full blooded yokai.

Up until that moment, he had what he wanted, killed those that defied him, ruled with ease and superiority—yet it was as if he became a minor character in his own life, seeing the one he had hoped to share an end with fall for another.

His fists clenched, long and sharp nails digging into his flesh gently. Unforgivable, humiliating! He wanted her, he so wanted her—he loved her.

Yes, he knew he loved her. He loved her for ferocity, her honesty and her benevolent nature. Never had he seen such a wildfire that was so gentle and so nurturing. She was the stillness and determination of winter, she had the heat and the perseverance of summer, the remorse, sorrow and a lone hope of autumn that had been doused by the gentleness and rebirth of spring. He had seen her exhibit such radiating fire when she had attempted to escape, or at the very least, have her child companion escape. Had she not thought of the consequences, how heavy it would have been for the traitor to be found? Yet she stood still despite her trembling shoulders and supple knees that ached to fall out of fear, but she tried so desperately not to fear him. And he loved that.

Then, he so claimed her as his woman, earning him a slap—he had, not once in his life, been slapped by a woman. True, there were those that dared defy him in the past—had attempted to slap him—but they never were victorious. They often ended up with cut up limbs or, if merciful, broken, dislocated and protruding bones out of the skin. There were no better tortures than to break a person and let them live. A traitor was never a tasty meal anyways. It had hurt, not the same hurt when he fell in battle, or when his legs were almost cut off, it didn't hurt that way—it stung and lingered until it drummed to his heart. It echoed a sense of longing and hurt in him. Apologize! A voice at the back of his head wanted to scream, to show this woman her place, but dumbfounded, she had only looked at her with awe. His world had been broken, not for the worse, but for the better.

He knew he loved her, because he had noticed every single detail of her body every time they would meet. That time when her hands were so cold, her complexion paler than usual and her cheeks losing their rosy glow—he knew he loved her, the way his voice roared and cracked—he worried, he worried so much that the one he loved would be gone—never had he feared loss, he never feared death, not even when his comrades would die. But her—oh God—he couldn't imagine how he would mourn over her death. If he could, he would tear apart that stupid dog, bite him and eat him raw so that finally, finally he can no longer hurt her! But it was futile, despite having almost died; she looked at him with hope. He could never understand, or perhaps he did not want to comprehend it, because he knew the answer would hurt all the more.

Fangs digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, he let out a low growl that vibrated subtly throughout the cave. It had been three years since Kagome had disappeared. The demon slayer and the monk had explained to him of Kagome's origins, how she was not a part of this world—ah, no, more specifically this era. That she was from the future. A part of him thought it was only a quip but other than the seriousness they had in their expression he knew that what they said were all true. Her clothes were odd, very odd, and her items—that bag of hers, that iron transportation tool, they were all peculiar. Other than that, her words—her manner of speech, choice of words—it was much different from how humans normally speak, casual or formal, her words never belonged to this time.

But it wasn't awe and amazement that he had felt that moment, only hurt. He already never had the chance to avenge his brethren's death, having not stepped into the final battle, and for this—that he could not say his final good bye to her—it felt as if he were betrayed, ignored, hurt, he did not know. All he knew was that he wanted to see her again, no matter the process (so long as it would not endanger the pack, of course) but he so desperately wanted to see her. Hold her warm and soft hands, see her gentle gaze that her lovely sapphire hues showed, he wanted to feel her warmth—her existence, oh how pure and sublime she was!

Though it had been three years, for some reason, her scent still lingered—perhaps it was his delusion, his hopeless desire that made him pick up her scent every now and then, and he's convinced that it was all in his mind. The moment he leaves the cave her scent no longer existed. And he knew the cave should have the overpowering stench of wolves, blood, and sweat. Yet there were moments that he could almost smell her—an odd mixture of strawberries, vanilla, and perhaps aloe vera? Some kind of oatmeal or wheaty milk, he didn't understand but that was how she smelt. She smelt of neatly pressed linens, of berries and medicinal herbs, she smelt of such purity. Aah! It was driving him to insanity! He longed for her, and it had been three years, far too long!

For a demon, such a time would be a measly three days but to him it felt like three decades or even three centuries! Time passed and not a single day within those three years had he seen her. Every now and then he visited the village, seeing the demon slayer and the monk's family grow by the years pass, the inu-daiyokai's little child companion had also grown but he could care less about this permeating and sickeningly sweet peace. He had a war of his own to search ,a woman for him to devour—deflower, no not that, he had wanted to nurture her, yes, nurture. He couldn't let his bestial and carnal desires take over him. Nonetheless it had proven to be difficult, he was a fully blooded yokai, he desired and he did not harbour the same sentimentality of a human's.

The more he had pondered over the past, over what he had been doing for the past three years, reminiscing of the years before that, the more his growl had become audible and the more his restlessness permeated through the cave. No one had bothered to break him from his daydreaming until the other wolves had felt uncomfortable and so Ginta and Hakkaku approached him, with fear of course, but they had to.

"Kouga—" They spoke up and not before long Kouga's gaze quickly stared right through their irises with evident distress.

The two lower ranked wolves stepped aside and almost fell on their bottoms as their leader abruptly stood. He knew why Ginta and Hakkaku approached him, and so he emitted a heavy sigh, "Sorry, I was thinking, I didn't mean to cause any discomfort among you all. I'll make sure to keep my restlessness on hold, for the meantime I will be out on a hunt. Ginta, Hakkaku make sure you do your gatekeeping duties. I heard from the others they would often come back from a hunt and either of you two would be slacking off and sleeping." A pause, his words were cold and almost distant, but it was not new. Kouga was, after all, their leader not simply their friend. "Though you are just a subordinate, I would not want to lose any more of my wolves, and I won't always be there to swoop your asses out of danger." There was that, a hint of concern, a she flashes a grin and gave a casual slap on the shoulder on Ginta and Hakkaku. "Anyways I'm off to cool down."

He dashed outside the cave leaving the other wolves quite dumbfounded.

"He really misses nee-san," Hakkaku points out and Ginta only sadly agrees.

They were thankful that because of that human miko, Kouga grew to warm up more to his pack, but there are no good things without equal amount of sacrifices. Almost every day he'd try to search for her

"I wonder where she went; I heard she went back to her real world." Ginta states, wondering.

"Real world? Isn't she human?"

"Yeah, but like, not from this time. Or so that's what I heard."

"I guess that makes sense, everything about her is different."

The two nodded and let the subject die down; they could not really say anymore as they never really that close to the human miko. They proceeded to leave the cave in order to go to their respective posts, waiting for Kouga's return.

Kouga sped through the trees—searching for any pathway or any leads to picking up any remnants of her existence. He was still desperate, hanging onto that love of his that latched onto his heart like a leech. It had sucked out the common sense out of him .he just wanted to be by her side, to protect her, to give her happiness and love.

Not before long he finds himself in an unfamiliar path, the scent had also changed and it had made him sick in his stomach—it was the stench of that dog. God, how he despised it, it made his blood boil, his heart burn, his stomach churn and his head throb. That scent was not only biologically spiteful but it had an emotional impact on him! This was the scent that the woman he loved cherished! The scent that that woman loved!

The more he sped closer to what it seems to be the heart of the forest, he sees a tree, he assumes it is the Sacred Tree of this forest. And there was also a well a little farther for the tree. He walks to the well and peeks at the bottom—it was only dirt, perhaps a twigs and leaves, he had heard of this well. The Bone Eater's Well, it is said that corpses or anything unwanted may be thrown in the well and soon after they will be truly gone and be sent into another dimension. Some say they are transported to Nirvana when they are worthy and some say that they will fall to hell. But other than that, they were all just beliefs. Kouga could visibly smell the dog's stench around here.

He tries to analyze the situation.

(1) This forest must be the forest of Inuyasha, where he had been sealed; the tree might be the one where he was sealed on.

(2) This well. Could it be this is where that Kagome passes through to jump between this time and her original time?

(3) There was no mistaking it, this well permeated of her scent, although faint, as well as the dog too. He's heard from that young fox yokai that only Inuyasha and Kagome were able to pass through the well. Not only that, there was a ladder installed—it's quiet suspicious if there was a ladder, it would be convenient if this truly was a portal to another dimension.

He wondered why was it that only Inuyasha could? Could it have been because of his connection not her, or was it because Kagome only allowed Inuyasha? It made his heart burn out of jealousy.

He tests it himself, he jumps into the well—what seemed like a few seconds seemed like forever. Kouga had realized that this well was rather deep, from above it looks shallow considering you could see the bottom. He looks up and realizes that the light from outside the well had vanished. He thinks that this may have been a trap to lure him, but there was no sound of any lid covering the well, he should have heard it. Not to mention, the well smelt of storage and dust, it was suffocating. He felt as if he was being drowned by the high tides, air stolen from his very lungs as he only saw the void darkness. He kept on falling—what seemed to be a narrow well was completely expanded to a peculiar void.

His heart began to pace, his lungs felt tight and his throat felt as if there were hands wrapped around it, the sensation was making him lose himself to insanity. What was this sensation—?

Not before long he sees an odd light; blue droplets that soon engulfed him whole and blinded him. What seemed like forever had finally come to an end. He was at the bottom of the well, he looks up and sees only darkness, but he could tell there was simply a cover. There were very faint streaks of light; he assumes the lid is wooden with slight spaces in between. With one jump, his head crashes through the lid and breaks it. He sets by the flooring and looks around, an unfamiliar residence. He looks back and sees the well along with its broken doors. He wondered if he had to apologize. He stood straight, observing his surroundings. It was peacefully quiet until he heard unfamiliar voices—humans—was he in a human territory? Last time he remembered, the forest was rather uninhabited.

"I heard it! There was a crashing sound from the well!" It was the voice of a young child, but not too young, perhaps a young boy going through puberty—the definite proof of it was the uncertainty of the tone he emitted.

"Bah! It must be those rats, and to think we just cleaned it last weekend...," This voice—an old man—an elderly. Their footsteps eventually became clearer.

Instead of hiding he decides to show his presence, after all, he was the one who's imposed on this land. His hand was placed on the two doors as he slid them open only to reveal that his presumptions about the voices were correct. The elderly man fell on his bottom while the child scrambled on his feet as he fell as well. "Yo." Kouga looked down on them and averted his gaze, looking over at the unfamiliar buildings and environment. This seemed to be a shrine, but not like the shrines he knew.

"Y... Yokai!" The old man screeched earning only a growl from the wolf demon as he bared his fang and evident disdain at the sound that stabbed his eardrums. The child began to cry as he seemed to have lost his coherency to form any word.

"Hey, where am I?" Kouga casually asks, ignoring the heightened anxiety and fear that the two emanated. His hands rested on his hips as he looked around and waited for a response, "Hey, I asked something—and you will ans—"

"Jii-chan!, Souta...! Are you alright?" Her footsteps became louder at a quickening rate, she was running!

Kouga's ears perked up, his tail raised as it quickly swishes left and right, a faint pink hue tinted his tanned complexion on his cheeks as eyes widened; his heart began to pace two times faster than the anxiety a little while ago, his stomach churned and he felt sick—not out of disdain—but in complete euphoria. This sound, this scent—!

His gaze averts from clueless wandering to the origin of the voice. And once she meets her gaze, his wide eyes are met with the same wide eyes of hers. There was a moment of silence as the two humans scrambled their way to Kagome.

"K... Kagome! Who is this demon?! I thought the well was as good as sealed forever!" The elderly cried out, holding onto his chest. There was a moment of relief since this demon seemed to know his granddaughter.

"... Kou... Kouga...?"

Kouga couldn't help the beam that drew on his lips. He sped through her and scooped her in his arms, "Kagome...!" Her scent it was filling his senses, it was sending him into an overdrive! He knew it was her, true she had grow a little, she was not as short as she used to be (although still smaller than he was), she had grown a little heavier, building up more muscles and perhaps a few more fats. He had looked almost the same, save for a few definitions in her body, the way she had more curves, more muscles and more flesh. "I miss you...!"

His voice had grown deep—perhaps a bit—or maybe Kagome just was not used to his voice anymore. She realizes that she was never able to say good bye to him. Then suddenly, upon closer look at his overjoyed expression—her heart melted, what was this feeling? It had made her innards twist, her skin warm and her face flush!

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