Pure Anger 7.
InuYasha opened his eyes, and stared directly at Sango. She winced, then looked back at him, her breathing uneven and shaky. Then she sighed in relief. His eyes were golden again. That sweet, light gold that told her that everything was okay. Or as okay as it was going to get. The experience with his demon side had scared her and she didn't ever want to face that again. InuYasha, on his knees, stared at her for the longest time, and she stared back. Then, InuYasha tilted his head to the side, giving her a quizzical look.
"Your cheek is cut." He said, matter-of-factly. Almost like he didn't know what had happened. But he did. Sango was sure he did. After all, it was him who had done it, right?
Sango nodded, and attempted to stand. She couldn't. Her legs were to shaky. She sighed, glad to be alive, and laid down on the grass. Her hand on the tiny knife in her waist band, just in case. InuYasha got up, and Sango was immediately alert. But InuYasha merely went to the hot spring. She sighed, and closed her eyes, relaxing. She hadn't done that in a while. She heard him splashing around in the water, and relaxed further. As long as she could hear that sound, it was obvious that he was nowhere near her.
InuYasha dipped his head underwater, and held it there for a few seconds, opening his eyes. He glanced around, but there wasn't much to see. He came back up, gasping for air, and he cast a glance at Sango. She was laying down in the grass, about 15 feet away. He shook his head, water droplets flying off his hair. He took off his shirt, and ripped off a small piece of the white haori underneath, off the sleeve. He dipped it in the water, and walked slowly over to Sango. He asked her to sit up, but she didn't acknowledge him. He scowled. He could have killed her, and she didn't even have the thanks enough to respond to him. He thought these thoughts without his usual anger, and for once it surprised him. He shook it off, and walked a little closer, realizing that she was asleep, passed out from exhaustion. He grinned. What better opportunity could he have asked for? He ignored the demon inside of him, and he gripped the white cloth in his fangs, freeing both hands. He gently picked her up, and carried her over to the edge of the water. He gently laid her back down, and hesitated. He timidly reached out and gripped her face in his hands. For the first time, he realized that she was quite pretty. He blushed at the thought. He tilted her head to the right, exposing her cut left cheek. He started wiping off the dried blood, revealing soft skin. He knew she would still have a bath when she woke up, but for now he was intent on getting the blood off. The white rag slowly turned red, from repeated wipings of her cheek and neck. He paused, and reached behind him, dipping the bloody rag in the water behind him. He squeezed it out one handed, and resumed wiping her off, better revealing the cut. It was long, and deep, but it was clean. The wound wasn't jagged or wide, so it would heal relatively fast. Might be a tiny scar, but she was a demon slayer, God knew where else she had scars.
That thought made him blush again, and he banished it from his mind. He could see that the blood had dripped inside the collar of her demon slayer suit, but he wasn't willing to go down that far. He would have to undo her suit to do that, and he wouldn't allow himself to do that. Having done all he could, he turned around, throwing the bloody rag away. He slipped on his red haori, then thought better of it when a sudden chill decended on the air. He shrugged it off again, and dropped it over Sango's prone form, not even looking to see where it landed. After a few seconds, he grudgingly turned around, and straightened it out over her body. He turned around again, and looked up into the sky, wondering why. Why he got so mad, and did stuff he knew that he was going to regret. He almost killed another person tonight, and it disturbed him. He didn't want to be this angry, or if he was this angry, he sure diidn't want to release it so destructively. There had to be a better way. A way that was better than killing everyone that you seemed to hate at that time, when you were angry. He bowed his head and drew up his knees, resting his forehead on his knees. He felt so bad inside, and he wished that Sango would forgive him. Could forgive him, after what he had done. But it wasn't very likely. He just couldn't seem to get a grip on his anger, and it was eating through him, now that he wanted to change. He could be the happiest person in the world if he wanted to stay like this, killing everyone who got in his way. But he didn't want that. He wanted to get better. He didn't feel Sango's gaze on his back, for he was deep in his thoughts.
Sango awoke a short time later, and realized that she had passed out from her exhausting ordeal. She felt a spike of fear as she realized that she had been moved, then calmed down when she saw that InuYasha was near, but his back was to her. She stared at his back medatively for a few minutes before realizing two things. One, his back was white, instead of his regular red. Second, the red that he was missing, she had found it. She grinned lopsidely down at herself as she felt the warmth radiating off his fire-rat fur. She also realized that the blood that had coated her cheek and neck was gone, washed away. She supposed that was InuYasha's doing also. She supressed a sigh, and laid back down. She remembered what InuYasha had done to her, and she quietly threw off the fire-rat cloth, disgusted with InuYasha and his sudden kindness. She lay there in her slayer suit, and wondered if InuYasha was ignoring her. Then she had another thought. Why did she care?
She looked up at the darkening sky, and shivered. InuYasha hadn't seriously wounded or killed her, and it was obvious that he could have. But he didn't. There was some kindness there. She looked longingly at the fire-rat cloth she had discarded, then decided that she would sleep with it. InuYasha had proven that he was at least capable of kindness. Plus she was a bit cold. She grabbed it, and laid it over herself, drawing it up to her chin. She stared at the cloud streaked sky for a while, before she felt her eyelids grow heavy. She cast one last glance at InuYasha, before closing her eues, drifting off to sleep. As she fell into the darkness and rest that sleep offered, she was conscious of inhaling InuYasha's faint scent. And she was aware that she mildly liked it.
InuYasha awoke the next morning, and groaned. The sun was shining in his eyes, and he opened them slowly, squinting. As his senses awoke one by one, he became aware of something touching his head. He waited a few seconds in silence, trying to think back to what had happened last night. Then he remembered. He shivered, and skipped over the brutal attack, and the last thing he remembered was laying back when he got too tired. Apparently laying down had brought him too close to Sango, for her hand now rested very close to his head, her fingers laced in his hair. He smiled sadly, and wondered how much longer this state of peace would last. He managed to stay like that for an hour, before Sango woke up, and in that hour, he found himself wishing that he could make peace between him and Sango. He wished that he could have a normal life, a beautiful mate like Sango, (he wouldn't admit to himself that it would be nice to have Sango as a mate), and to have his mate love him.
Sango awoke, and the first thing she realized was that she was very, very comfortable, wrapped up in InuYasha's haori. She realized that sometime during the night her hand had fell from her stomach to her side, becoming tangled in InuYasha's messy silver hair. She blushed at the close contact, and slowly removed her hand, fearful of pulling his hair. Not that she didn't want to hurt him, she told herself, it's just that she didn't want to risk pissing him off, and get him angry again.
She sighed, as InuYasha got up, walking down to the waters edge. She saw him kneel down, and bend over, pulling the fire-rat cloth tight against his ass. She let her eyes examine him, and couldn't help but notice that it was a rather nice ass. It was nice, she told herself, but nothing to get excited about.
Yeah, right.
She sighed, and looked away, hearing splashing sounds coming from InuYasha's direction. She couldn't help but look over again, and she giggled when she saw him. His legs were spread apart, and the cloth was still tight around his body, which she tried to ignore. That's not what made her giggle though. He was bent down over the hot-spring, knees in the dirt, hands on the ground, eyes closed, lapping up the water. She giggled again, and this time he heard, for he looked over. She shut up, and hurriedly looked away. She told herself that she wasn't in too much of a hurry to try to befriend him again anyway, for who knew when he'd go crazy and try to attack her again. Best be on guard for now. She sat up, and the fire-rat fur fell around her waist. She yawned, and ran her fingers through her messy morning hair, trying to straighten it. Somehow the elastic holding it in a pony-tail had either come out, broken, or InuYasha had taken it out when he laid her down. She didn't know, and didn't care, for she could always get another one. She decided to leave it out for now, seeing as she really had no choice. She had no elestics, and she doubted if InuYasha had one, even though he did have long hair. She got up, and picked up the fire-rat cloth. As she walked by InuYasha, she softly dropped it on his shoulders, whispering her embarrassed thanks. There was no answer, but then again, she didn't expect one. It would have been too akward anyway. It would have required her to respond, thus creating conversation. And she was sure that neither of them were ready for that yet. She went about her business for a few hours, sharpening her sword, digging around in the bushes where she was attacked by InuYasha for her Hiraikotsu, and gathering some supplies. After this was done, and the sun was high in the sky, and InuYasha still hadn't moved from the side of the water, she had enough. She had been moving around all day, and sweating, and she was dirty from digging for buried vegatables, and she was all sore from yesterday.
"Move." She said. InuYasha's ears flicked toward her, but otherwise there was no response. She could have expected that. An ear twitch was all she got. Such an InuYasha-type response. She almost had to suppress a grin.
"I mean it InuYasha, go away for a while, I need to take a bath. I stink, and I'm dirty, and I'm sore, and I'm too damn tired to put up with you right now." She said. InuYasha slowly turned to cast his somber golden gaze on her, and for a second she felt a flicker of fear. Had she pissed him off?
Then he nodded.
"Okay, I'll be back in about an hour." He said softly, with no trace of anger or distress in his voice. It was almost, neutral, devoid of emotion. Sango frowned temporarily, but then dismissed it. She couldn't worry about a hanyou right now. She waited a few minutes for him to move far enough away, then started to undress. Once undressed, she looked in the still water's reflection, to see just how far down InuYasha had cleaned the blood from last night. The cheek and neck was clean, devoid of blood, but the dried blood started roughly where the collar of her slayer suit ended. A bit of water had dripped down inside her collar, streaking the blood, but aside from that, the blood had ran down from her cheek all the way to the top of her breast. She smiled sadly at the ruffled reflection staring back at her, and then remembered that she was totally naked. She slipped into the water, lest anybody be watching. And she had to admit, it wasn't InuYasha she was worried about peeping. It was anybody else that would be walkign around. She quickly scrubbed up so that she could enjoy the remainder of the hour she had, soaking in the hot water, alone with her thoughts, providing her with time to think.
Why the hell didn't InuYasha kill me? It was obvious that his demon side wanted to kill me, and his hanyou side wasn't too fond of me either, so thats a total mystery. I wonder what was running through his mind when he kept himself from stabbing me. Why?
She pondered the questions running through her mind for a little while longer, before becoming frustrated. She had no answers to these questions. She shrugged, and decided to put it out of her mind.
"Aww, I guess InuYasha will be back soon, I'd better get out soon." She said softly, to herself.
"I already am back." A voice said. Sango gasped, and whirled around, seeing InuYasha sitting on a rock, not too far up the shore. He had his arms crossed, and his right leg resting on his left knee. He was hugging his sword like he usually did, and he wore his customary scowl. Sango sunk lower into the water, even though her chest was already covered. Just to be safe, she put her hands over her chest.
InuYasha rolled his eyes.
"Jeez Sango, I might have attacked you and tried to kill you, then attacked you again and didn't kill you, but I'm never going to peek. I'm not that bad, and you don't interest me that way, anyway." He said flatly, trying to control his voice. And he really hadn't seen anything.
"I've only been here five minutes, and all I saw the whole time was your back."
Sango nodded, but her mind was stuck on what he said before that. You dont interest me that way, anyway.
Trying to keep the hurt out of her voice, she asked a question. "I-I don't interest you that way, huh?" She asked. InuYasha shook his head. "Nope. Sorry." He said.
Sango wondered why she was so disappointed. She tried to cover it up with another question. "You sure you didn't see anything?" She asked, a bit more force in her voice,
InuYasha nodded. "Yes, I'm sure." He said. "Now I'm going to turn around for two minutes. In that time, I want you out of there, because I need a bath. After two minutes, I'm hauling you bodily out, and it's my turn." He said, snottily.
Sango grumbled under her breath. "Yeah, yeah..."
Damn, maybe it's good that he's not interested in me, he sounds like a major pain in the ass.
She was about to raise herself up out of the water, when she thought she should check first. She quickly looked behind her, and sure enough, he had his back turned to her. She stood up, then realized that while she was all clean, she would be putting on dirty clothes.
"Aww, dammit!" She cried. InuYasha, on reflex, was about to turn, when he realized that Sango was probably trying to get him too. And there was no way he was going to get labeled as a perv as well as an idiot half demon with anger issues.
"What!?" He called back over his shoulder, silently counting down her time.
"I'm all clean and stuff, but my clothes are still dirty!" She said. InuYasha huffed. Guess he would have to cover for the bitch again. He took off his haori and threw it back over his shoulder, Sango barely catching it before it fell into the water. She held it up.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" She asked. InuYasha sighed. He really was dealing with an idiot.
"Put it on." Was his sarcastic, blunt answer.
For a second, Sango considered throwing it back at him, but then realized that she was running out of time, and she quickly slipped it on, realizing how big it was against her bare skin. Her hands were hidden within the long sleeves, and it easily came down to her knees.
"How do I hold it closed?" She asked. InuYasha sighed again, this time louder.
"You know that it was those type of repetitive stupid questions that got Kagome killed, right!?" He asked angrily, yanking off the tie to his pants and throwing it over his shoulder. When there was no response, he realized that he had said the wrong thing. He waited a few seconds to see if she would hit him.
"Uh, Sango?" He said softly.
A few seconds later she responded. "Yeah, well, you seem incapable of killing me, so I don't think I have anything to worry about." She said.
InuYasha fell silent. A few seconds later, she walked out of the water, his haori tight around her body, the sleeves completely covering her hands, and his tie around her slender waist. Her form was very visible, as well as a lot of cleavage, because his shirt was big, and the 'V' of the neck hung down and revealed a lot. His gaze travelled lower, and he saw that she had a very very nice legs.
"Starting to wish you hadn't told me I didn't interest you that way, eh InuYasha?" She said playfully, stepping one bare foot up onto a rock, the bottom of his shirt riding up a bit. InuYasha swallowed, and shook his head.
"No, I'm starting to wish that you weren't such an eyesore." He said. "Your flat, and you have fat legs, and your hair is a mess. Why don't you actually clean yourself up for once?" He asked, a bit harshly.
Sango scowled. "Fine, be that way." She said. She wouldn't admit it, but his words hurt. And she didn't know why. He wasn't interested in her anyway, and never would be, why was she caring? Did she like him?
"I sure as hell don't." She grumbled to herself.
InuYasha watched her walk away, and had to forcefully advert his eyes from her backside. Of course everything he said was a complete lie. She was very big in the chest, not terribly so, but just the right size. Her legs were slender and long, curvy in all the right places, and her hips were wide and flaring up to a narrow waist. And he really liked it when her hair was down, she looked incredibly sexy. But he wasn't going to tell her that, there was no way in hell she'd even think about liking him now that he did all that stuff to her. He snorted, and broke off his chain of thoughts as she disappeared into the forest. He stood up, and almost lost his hakama, forgetting that he had given away the tie to Sango. He held up his pants until he got to the waters edge, then looked around. He sniffed the air just to make sure no one was around, then dropped the pants and dove into the water. He cleaned up rapidly, then played around in the water for awhile, diving in and out, holding his breath under water, swimming under the surface to see what was under there and if there were any underground tunnels that he could follow. After a while of searching, he found a place deep under the water that fed the hot spring, but it was too small for him to swim up. Plus the current was too strong, and he probably wouldn't get too far until he had to give up and come back for air. Eventually he got tired, and crawled out of the water, stepping into his pants, and pulling them up. He was holding them up with one hand, and combing his claws through his silver hair with the other, when he happened to look straight ahead. There was Sango sitting on the same rock he was sitting on not too long ago, in the exact same position. She was even holding her sword the same way he was. If he wasn't so embarrassed, then he would have realized that he could see pretty far up her makeshift clothing, the way her legs were.
InuYasha pulled his pants up a bit higher, and was on guard. How much had she seen?
She rolled her eyes at his unanswered question.
"Jeez InuYasha, I might hate you for killing my friends, but I'm not going to peek. I don't even like you like that anyway, you don't interest me like that." She said, in a total mockery of him. InuYasha smirked. Two could play at this game.
"Aww, dammit!" He said. She looked at him questioningly.
"I'm all clean, but what do I wear?" He asked her. She realized what was about to happen, and her face paled.
"C'mon Sango, lend me your shirt, just to cover me up." He said. "Oh, and maybe that tie too, I'll need that."
Sango groaned inwardly, and decided to drop it.
"No, InuYasha, your not getting it back, how rude of you to even ask that!" She said. Then she smiled. A real smile. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything, honest."
InuYasha blushed, and realized all the opportunities she would have had to peek.
"Next time," He yelled, "Don't come back until I tell you too!"
A/N: Please review, tell me how it is.
