Lost and Found 10

Chapter 10

The Girl Who Overcame Time.

They danced, and danced, and danced. They danced until her feet ached and her head spun, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. Even as they wandered out of the restaurant and down the street she swayed, Kouga's hand never once letting go of hers, even as she shoved him into the path of a fountain, the water spraying up and successfully soaking him. He let out shout as he leapt out of the way. Kagome laughed, so hard that her stomach hurt and her cheeks were sore.

"You'll pay for that." He growled. The miko let out a shriek as she stepped away, narrowly avoiding his grip. The game of cat and mouse continued for some time, demon and priestess, leaping over benches and fountains, over hedges and around bushes.

Finally the wolf grabbed ahold of his Milo's sleeve, pulling her to him. She squealed, wiggling as she tried to escape. His hold on her was firm, tight. All she could do was laugh as he dipped her down into the fountain, the cold water soaking into her hair.

"Not fair!" She shouted as he righted her with a smirk. He snorted.

"You started it." He flicked the end of her nose, earning a pout. "Aww, don't give me that loo-" he had let his guard down, and now he was in the basin of the fountain staring up at a grinning Kagome. He narrowed his eyes and lunged, knocking them both back onto the pavement, careful not to let her land too hard. She gasped, squirming as she tried to get away once more. She laughed again as she gave up, letting her limbs go limp.

"Alright, alright, you win." She huffed, clearly out of breath from the struggle. Kouga hovered over her, his body weight holding her in place, a hand on either side of her head. Even dripping wet, she was exquisite.

"I win do I?" He growled, grinning down at her. She looked up felt her face heat. His growl shook her bones, sent tremors into her very soul.

"Yes, you win. I'm no match for big tough wolf demons." She said, her hands finding his forearms. The heat that radiated off of him felt as if it should have burned, but it filled her. His demon purred.

"Kagome, you've got it all wrong. It is I who was never a match for you." His words struck her right in her heart. Silence found her as she stared, those eyes, so full of fire and determination were soft, so full of light, and something else she couldn't place. And they were getting closer. Her breath hitched as he leaned down, his face hovering above hers. What was he doing?

Their lips touched.

A jolt of fire rushed through her veins, her whole body tensing until he jerked back.

"I'm sorry, I -"

"Don't." Her voice was soft, her eyes wide as she tried to get him to meet hers as she forced her breath to stay somewhat even. "Don't apologize." It was his turn to be caught off guard. Her thin arms reached up, locking around his neck as she pulled him down to her, pressing her lips to his.

Over five hundred years of love, half a fucking millenium of waiting and yearning he poured into the kiss, his hand cupping the back of her neck. He could feel one of her hands slide into his hair. Could she feel it? Could she feel what she did to him? A small noise in her throat pushed him forward. He let her have some air, but it was short lived, how his lips had found hers, again and again, and again.

She was drowning. Drowning in emotion and feeling, drowning in his touch, she could feel his body pressing down on her, and it brought a new warmth to her, not burning hot like before, but like sitting in the warm sun, the warmth that came with light.

"Hey you! What are you doing!" The two sprang apart, Kouga rolling off of his woman and leaping to his feet and letting out a growl. A few feet away was an officer, flashlight shining on them.

Kagome grabbed her dress over her heart staring at the man as she sat up. "Just going for a walk, officer." She said in between gasps of air. The man pressed his lips into a hard line before walking away muttering something about 'goddamn kids.' The moment he was out of sight the two laughed. Kouga slumped back to the ground, Kagome leaning against him as he got close. She still hadn't caught her breath. "Best... Night out... Ever." He chuckled, an arm sliding around her shoulders.

"You can say that again." She wasn't the only one exhilarated. He had waited so long, so long, and now, maybe he had a real chance. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes as he rested her head on top of hers.

Kagome smiled to herself, a comforting familiarity to the moment. She stared up at the sky, how few stars there were. No, how little could be seen. They were still there, watching over them as they had half a century ago. Guilt washed over the young miko as her mind strayed to that firey half demon. Was she betraying him? He had spent so long waiting for her, he had died alone, still waiting for the well to open, and here she was with Kouga, smiling. Laughing. Dancing. Would he be angry with her? She choked on a sob, suddenly jerking forward, her arms wrapping around herself as a few tears dripped down her face. This feeling had hooked its nasty claws deep into her flesh. It hurt note than any flesh wound could.

"Kagome?" His voice was drenched in worry.

"I don't know what to do." She said simply, squeezing herself tighter. Kouga could have kicked himself. He should not have pushed her. Inside of him, his demon snarled, whimpered.

"You don't HAVE to do anything." He said simply, his clawed hand kneading her back. "I shouldn't have -"

"Don't say that." Said Kagome, her grip tightening again. He could see the white of her knuckles. "I can't say I didn't enjoy it I just... there's so much. Too much. My brain hasn't had time to wrap it self around everything. For years I was alone, for years I thought all was lost, and now... and he... I just-"

"I know." Of course he did. Kagome looked back to her wolf. In his sapphire eyes she could see the pain that only they could understand. The wounds that only time could create. Whoever said that time healed all wounds had clearly had too much sake. She leaned back into him, instead of watching the few stars that speckled the sky, she rested her head on his chest, her knees pulled up tight to hers. His heartbeat steadied her, his warm aura wrapped around her like a thick blanket, the cold that touched her heart, the sting of loneliness faded as he gripped her as hard as she had him.

The light of the moon shone over the trees when the two finally moved. The miko stretched, looking back to her wolf.

"So... All wolves can sing huh?" She asked, the offhanded comment by Ayame had not been lost on the raven haired beauty. She was desperate to break the silence.

"Yeah, I guess. I don't." He muttered the last bit quickly, his voice suddenly more gruff than before.

"You said don't, not can't." Said the miko as Kouga stood, shaking out his stiff muscles. He sighed and looked away. Kagome watched, moving so that she was looking up at him. "Kouga?"

"You've heard of wolves howling at the moon right? In human form its singing. Kind of, I guess. I used to, when I was young. As I got older it held nothing for me." He gave a shrug, but she could see that there was more to it than that.

"I don't understand." He sighed louder, his lips curled. The wolf prince stepped away, his fingers running through his hair, gripping hard on the strands, pulling hard. So many memories. So many years of loneliness, of longing. "You've been here for me. You pulled me out of the darkness of my own mind... let me be here for you." The prince dropped his hands. He wanted to be strong for her. He wanted to be her rock, not her burden, but how could he deny his woman's request. She wanted to be near him, share his pain as he did hers. It brought a dull warmth to the endless ache of time.

"We bay at the moon in celebration, in joy. New mates, new pups, new life. I never had any of those things. I couldn't - don't get me wrong, I tried. Even with Ayame, but I just-" he turned away, leaning on the edge of the fountain. "Seven hundred fucking years." He suddenly snarled. "Seven hundred years of watching them celebrate. Celebrate things that I could never have." His voice cracked. Kagome felt her heart give a painful jolt. Inuyasha wasn't the only one waiting. The miko stepped forward a small hand resting on his back as he reached up to wipe his face. She dared not look, she knew he would not want her to see.

"Maybe one day you'll sing again." He huffed at her words, shaking his head as he straightened up, bringing a splash of cold water to his face as he did.

"Maybe." He turned to face her, jerking his head towards his car. It was time he brought her home.

Hope, was once for the wolf prince a feeling of dread. Even though he still feared the aftermath, the disappointment that came at the end; for the first time in countless moons, he let himself feel it, bask in it.

Just fucking maybe.