Disclaimer: We are all aware that i DO NOT own Inuyasha!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Their eyes collided. It was a vicious stare that seemed to have lasted an eternity. Their eyes were burning with the desire to live and the passion to slaughter.
Silence flooded the crowd while the two gladiators remained still as if they were trying to do the impossible; understand each other.
"This Bankotsu," I turned to Shippo, "surely he has been defeated before, correct?"
"No, he hasn't."
I gulped and my gaze returned to the arena. Bankotsu ran towards Inuyasha with full speed. My body pulsed with anxiety and terror as the battle commenced for Inuyasha stood still.
"This will be a most interesting battle," I heard him add.
"Oh God."
He plunged his swords forward and Inuyasha barely dodged for the injury on his leg had slowed him down. If this problem continued the battle would not last much longer and defeat would claim him, along with death.
I saw Bankotsu's mouth form into an evil smile. He knew. That damn bastard knew. He only needed to see it, just to make sure his assumptions were correct.
He turned quickly aiming at Inuyasha once again and was able to scratch his left arm. The scarlet liquid mixed itself with the dripping sweat before trailing down the tanned arm.
That stupid Inuyasha was making me nervous.
"Is this the best you got? How very unfortunate," Bankotsu grinned as he lunged his swords forward.
Inuyasha only smirked and blocked the attack with his own sword.
A huge sigh escaped my mouth while the crowd cheered with excitement.
Inuyasha leaped into the air and pointed his sword downward over Bankotsu. He came down with and incredible force but Bankotsu was able to dodge it. Bankotsu came up from behind and kicked him continuously while Inuyasha fell to the ground.
"Get up," he kicked.
"I said get up!" he kicked once more.
Inuyasha slowly grabbed the sword laid behind him and before Bankotsu could kick him again, Inuyasha stabbed him in the foot. Bankotsu screamed in pain and the crowd roared while I stood up in joy only to be pushed back down by the two guards.
Inuyasha retrieved his sword and stood up slowly using the sword for support. Once he was up he threw his arm back and pushed it forward hoping to make contact with Bankotsu's face. Bankotsu dropped one of his swords and stopped Inuyasha's hand, assuring that fist and face would never meet. His dark violet eyes looked up to see Inuyasha's surprised face while his hand crushed Inuyasha's fist.
Inuyasha grunted and was slowly being over come by Bankotsu's strength and was forced to kneel on the ground.
The people grew silent and I remained still.
Bankotsu let go of Inuyasha's hand and swung his sword horizontally hoping to cut off Inuyasha's head.
Timed stopped for a moment as I felt clear sparkles streaming down my face. I brought my hand to wipe the warm tears. Was I…crying? But why?
I lifted my eyes up to find Inuyasha staring at me, smirk- SMIRKING! That idiot is in a life or death situation and he is smirking! I cannot believe it.
Time returned to normal and just as the blade was about to penetrate his flesh and cut his neck, Inuyasha stabbed Bankotsu in the stomach with his sword.
I blinked as Bankotsu froze, dropping the sword, and falling to the ground while his cold blood isolated him.
Inuyasha turned to me and smiled before falling to the ground as well.
While the crowd cheered and repeatedly yelled "Hanyou!" I stood up. Before the guards could force me back down, I punched the one on my left and ran. Hachi, I believe.
I tried to remember where Inuyasha's room was but there were so many damn turns. When I found it I sat in front of the door. I did not wait long for Inuyasha was brought instantly into the room and laid on the bed. When he regained consciousness he forced everyone to leave, except me, and ordered Shippo and the bruised Hachi to stand guard at the door.
I placed a cloth drenched in hot water over his bruised ribs. I could not bear the silence and decided to speak.
"Inuyasha you cannot keep yourself locked up in here. You need to see a doctor."
"I was wondering when you were going to explode," he chuckled.
I was surprised how my skin heated up immensely when it came into contact with his hot flesh.
"I- I am serious," I said in a soft voice.
Before I knew it my fingers were skimming lightly over his hard, wet chest, slowly moving up and down in rhythm with his breathing. I had never seen the male body before, let alone up close, which is probably why I became entranced with it.
I heard his name roll off of his mouth huskily which is when I realized what I was doing. I immediately pulled my hand back trying to avert his gaze.
"I- Sorry."
I could feel my cheeks burning.
"Why?" he asked, gently reaching to touch my hand.
I turned to look at him. I though for sure he would come up with a perverted remark.
"Why what?" I questioned, ready to defend whatever it was he was about to claim.
"Why were you crying?" he smiled.
I choked and retrieved my hand which only made his smile widen.
Damn.
"I was not crying."
I stood quickly and went to get another cloth for his leg. The one he was already wearing was drenched in blood.
"Sure you weren't," he chuckled.
I returned and sat on the bed, gently removing the previous cloth.
"You know, you didn't answer my question."
"I told you. I was not crying," I claimed, slowly wrapping the cloth around his leg.
"You know what I think?"
"Now you are thinking?" I commented while I continued to wrap the material.
"I think you're falling for me," he whispered sexily.
I scoffed while I finished tying the cloth.
"It happens all the time."
"Of course it does," I mumbled trying to maintain my confidence.
He smirked.
"Come to think of it you're the first one to fall for me before the sex. It's usually during the sex when the women fall for me. I can't blame you though."
"Excuse me!" I yelled grabbing a pillow and throwing it towards his head.
He laughed as I continued pounding on him.
"I'm wounded remember."
"If you are able to come up with those unnecessary comments then you must be fine," I mentioned, trying to calm down.
"I only did it to get you to tell me why you were crying."
"We already discussed that," I said, lying next to him.
"Actions speak better than words, Kagome," he commented turning to look at me with those gorgeous golden orbs.
"My father used to say that."
I closed my eyes as we both stayed quiet for a moment. It was not until I rolled over that I realized he had fallen asleep. It was a tough battle. I have yet to thank him for not dying. I do not know what would have happened if Bankotsu would have killed him. I have come to notice that despite his perverseness and rude remarks he is very simple and full of life. Something I lack and yearn for.
I saw his ears twitch and sighed while I watched his smooth chest move up and down.
"I…I was worried about you, okay. I cannot explain it. I just…did not want to lose you."
It was quiet once again. Before I heard laughter, that is.
"See? It wasn't that hard," he smiled.
My eyes widened in shock. That stupid-
"Inuyasha! I cannot believe- why did you- you are- I HATE YOU!" I yelled trying to slap him.
He caught my hand effortlessly and forced me to look at him.
"I have to admit that I liked the fact that you cared," he said, completely ignoring my comment.
My gaze softened as I stared at him confusedly.
"Not many people cry for me."
"Do not get used to it," I muttered.
He chuckled but returned to the same serious mood. I watched his eyes carefully. His pupils grew when he was serious, minimizing the beautiful golden color that reflected from the sun.
"I'm not scared of dying," he whispered, "but when I saw you crying I realized it just wasn't my time."
The fact that he was not joking frightened me for some apparent reason. I had gotten used to his stupid remarks.
I quirked an eyebrow and asked suspiciously, "You are not just saying this to get me into bed with you, right?"
He grinned, "But we are in the same bed babe."
I believe I like the serious Inuyasha better.
"I mean- you know- sleeping together- naked- you know what I mean!" I frowned.
"You mean sex?" he asked, his grin widening until a fang was visible.
"Never mind," I blushed.
"Come to think of it," he smirked, "I believe you owe me something."
"Owe you what?"
"Something you mentioned before my battle. What was it? Kiss my ass?"
"I owe you know such thing," I claimed, a red color spreading across my cheeks.
"It was after you kissed me when you offered that proposal."
"After I kissed you?" I echoed loudly, moving towards him. "It was you who kissed me."
"Hmm, but you didn't complain," he smiled looking up at me, gently rubbing my arm with his smooth fingers.
"You are despicable."
He laughed. Loud. And I merely stared. This man is going to be the end of me. I placed my head softly on the feathery cushion and waited for him to quiet down. He did, eventually.
"You better get some rest. I will be right here attending your wounds. I will not fall asleep so do not try anything."
He grinned, "Seeing how it's you who desperately wants me, are you sure you can lay on the same bed with me?"
Why did he always-
"Do not flatter yourself. I am not going to fall asleep."
"Good night then," he smirked, slowly kissing my cheek. I could feel his lips slowly nipping my cheek, leaving wet trails as if he were teasing me.
I pushed him off and blushed again. It was becoming a habit and I hated it. I did not like showing people my emotions, especially to him. Yet for some odd reason, it was my lips I wish he would have kissed. They yearned for his firm touch as they remembered the last time they were used.
"Good night," I murmured.
He stared at me amusingly, knowing what I wanted. Somehow I felt his stare was saying, "If you want more, come and get it", but I am too proud and stubborn. In addition, I never beg.
He closed his eyes when he saw that I was not going to plead for more. Soon his breathing relaxed.
I made sure he was asleep this time, not that I was going to fall for his pathetic trick again. I whispered his name and he moaned in response. I smiled wondering why he was always happy. But my smile did not last long as I tried to answer this question. Was he always like this? Was he ever angry or sad? Has he ever felt fear or betrayal? Or…does he hide his emotions under that smile and cocky attitude?
Little did I know that my eyes were slowly closing, finally blinded by darkness.
