Title: Tie Me to the Future
Author: Tsubasa Kya
Disclaimer: Craziness equals: Sesshoumaru was stabbed in the chest by Inuyasha's Diamond Spear Blast after Mouryoumaru stole the attack from Inuyasha's sword. Inuyasha actually feels bad and so intends to help Sesshoumaru.
Okay, so you understand this all, Inuyasha got a hold of a power in his Tetsusaiga that can absorb the youki of others. It's called the Dragon-Scale Tetsusaiga. BUT! It's dangerous for Inuyasha to use because the Tetsusaiga can only hold so much power in it and so it backfires and releases that energy on Inuyasha, causing him crazy injuries. Bad crazy. Yeah, I follow the manga pretty adamantly. But hey, this proves that Inuyasha's not as stupid as over half the population degrade him at.
•A spear strikes Sesshoumaruin the chest, piercing his armour.••Mouryoumaru's diamond tentacles wrap around Sesshoumaru.•
Jaken:Se, Sesshoumaru-samaaaa! •teary eyed and panicked•
•Inuyasha holds out scaly Tetsusaiga•
Inuyasha: Ugh...
•Kagome and the others look on in shock. Close your mouths dudes... Pretty soon your tongues will be flapping all over the place like my grammy's dog Dilon who has no teeth to hold his tongue in his mouth.•
Kagome:Inuyasha...
Miroku:You're going to use dragon-scale Tetsusaiga?
Shippou:It's impossible Inuyasha! The flow of Youkai-energy will reverse, causing you massive injuries again!
•Inuyasha rushes forward. Isn't he always brash like that though? Never heeding the warnings...•
Inuyasha:Bah!If I don't use it now, when should I?
Inuyasha's thoughts: Besides...If Sesshoumaru is crushed by my stolen Kongou Souha... I'd feel terrible!
Youkai - Demon
Kongou Souha - Diamond Spear Blast
Proof that I don't own is that tiny fact that I'm not a millionaire, living it up in some nice home somewhere.
Chapter fiftyfour: To Lie
He was shocked to find that all the questions he so direly wanted to ask her dropped from the tip of his tongue back down his throat and remained unvoiced when he finally saw her. His little cousin, Kagsy, who had barely managed to graduate to Kags when they grew up before she seemingly got herself involved in dangerous gangs and was never around, sat at the kitchen counter eating a plate of bowtie Alfredo pasta while an equally delicious looking plate of it sat on the counter waiting for him.
He didn't care about the pasta; he cared about the girl who cooked it. Jaw dropped, he walked over to her as if in a trance. He didn't know what to say; it was like any intelligence he had just fell from his brain into his bowels. When she smiled at him, he nearly cried and burst across the room, sweeping her up in a deep hug.
"You stupid we..wen…" he couldn't manage to pull the word off, but felt her arms come up around him. She never failed to comfort him. The trust he felt exuding off her soul made him know just what those gang members wanted from her. She eased the pain, the guilt. She turned a man to mush, relative or not, and did this all unknowingly.
"I believe the word you want is wench." She offered and felt him bury his face farther in her hair and neck. She felt so bad now for leaving him. She hadn't realized he would be so hurt. How could she possibly think of staying in the past when there was clearly family members who were waiting for her here and who still cared?
Yusuke pulled her tight to him, not about to let her go any time soon. The questions and the interrogation would wait, but for now he just wanted to hold her in his arms and allow her presence to dim the pain, the edge, that came barreling at him. Keiko didn't trust him, love him. "You stupid wench!" he repeated, reduced to taking only her advice one what to say.
Kagome patted his back, feeling like she was suffocating on the grief he felt. He had lost something important; something in the back of her mind was telling her that. What could she do but believe it? Slowly the pats on his back turned to scratches. She ran her nails over his spine, friction warming the cloth between her fingertips and his back. "Tell me what happened…" she insisted quietly, her voice a murmur in his ear.
He didn't know where to start, or how to begin so he just let it all out. He started with her disappearance. "I thought you killed yourself…" he choked out. "I thought I failed…" He explained how he had prowled the streets looking for her, and then there was the break up with Keiko. He didn't dare tell her about finding the journal, because he didn't want her to admit the possibility that it was a personal diary and she had seen murder, committed murder.
By the time he had gotten to the end of his story, he was holding her so tight that she was in pain. She did not tell him he was hurting her because she felt she deserved it. She had put him through all that torment, worried him so much, the least she could do was to take a well-deserved beating. He wasn't pounding on her, but he was certainly putting bear-hug to the test.
How hard can you squeeze your favorite bear, Yusuke, before its head pops off? She wondered in her mind. She didn't voice the thought, but it certainly echoed in her mind quite a bit. Their dinner had gotten cold by the time he finally released her for the most part. His blood-shot eyes followed her as she took their plates to the microwave, reheating the pasta.
She was safe. She was back where she would remain safe. He would see to it that nothing harmed her, and that she never returned to that dangerous gang.
Finally, he felt all those questions he had planned on asking her resurface. Half of them he tamped down for a later date, because they dealt with the notebook but the other half came barreling towards the front of his mouth and it took all his self-restraint to not race to her, grab her up, and shake her until the answers came popping out one by one.
"Why did you leave?" he demanded as quietly as he could, though she could feel the ferocity in his voice. His narrowed eyes looking at her froze her in her step like a deer in the headlights of a truck. She looked at him for what felt like the longest moment in time before whatever spell he had woven on her was released and she could move again. She placed his plate in the microwave and covered it with a napkin before setting the timer for twenty seconds.
She thought about the answer. She most certainly could not tell him about her trips to the past because he would immediately have her admitted to a psyche ward and that would only hinder her progress in getting back to where she considered her true home. She also wanted to hide her pregnancy from him as long as possible because she was almost sure of what his reaction would be: he would tear the city apart looking for the father, not believing it possible that there truly was no father.
Instinctively she placed a hand on her stomach. There was nothing to show yet. There was no bulge; it was far too soon for that. The timer on the microwave dinged and she took his plate out, setting it on the counter before him. She placed her plate in the microwave for the same amount of time and stood there, waiting. How could she possibly explain the inexplicable events that had taken place in the last weeks?
Yusuke stood, tired of waiting. He walked over to her, turning her around so she faced him, but she averted her eyes. Doing so was rude, but she just couldn't face him. It was too much for her to do.
To get her to look at him, he placed a hand under her chin and lifted gently towards his. He was surprised at how gentle he was being considering the rage that he so wanted to unleash and the frustration that was eating him inside out. "Kagome, I don't care what crackpot explanation you have, but you better give me something or I'm going to put you in intensive care so I can be sure you can't run."
Kagome bit her lip, a sign of nervousness that he knew very well from her. As she had grown up, she had learned to mask most of her nervousness before he lost connections with her those few years before. She thought about the child growing in her and about how cruel fate was to have pulled her through that well the first time.
Why did the story have to be so unbelievable, yet so real? Surely if she told him the truth, he would laugh at her and tell her to stop believing in demons. Surely he would scold her for believing in grandfather's Feudal Fairy Tales.
"Kagome!" He said warningly, his brown eyes blazing with fury. "Tell me now!"
She finally decided what she needed to do. He would not believe any story of well-hopping, time-traveling, and the like. He would be to close-minded to do that. She would have to lie to keep her secret. She was, after all, a Secret-Keeper, wasn't she? So didn't that mean she kept secrets versus told them?
Jerking her head out of his grasp and making sure to look defiant about it, though she felt like she had reached an ultimate low for lying, she allowed all the anger pent up in her show. Her eyes, constantly changing, stopped on one color: blood red.
The color actually made Yusuke step back. He hadn't noticed the constant changing colors because they had been deep browns, blacks, and blues. Now, that fierce red color staining her normally beautiful brown eyes were rather unnerving. Was she possessed by a demon? For the first time, he had to wonder if maybe it wasn't a gang, but a cult?
She allowed all the anger towards her mother, towards the well for dragging her back, towards herself for casting a spell that she should never have messed with to enter her soul and blaze with intensity. He wanted to know what had happened, where she had gone, and why she had left, and didn't care what kind of crackpot version of the story that she gave so she was going to give it to him.
For the very first time in her life, she was going to tell a lie. To protect herself, and the child who would grow in her, she was lying. To protect those she loved in the past, she was going to lie. To protect her secret, a secret forced upon her, she was going to lie.
Briefly she wondered if he would believe it, but resigned herself to doing it anyway.
I was thinking of doing a fan fiction where Sesshoumaru and Kagome switched powers. And bodies! Sesshoumaru becomes the female priestess, and Kagome becomes the stoic dog-demon guy/lord. That's just crazy...but not sexy crazy! Just plain crazy! Haha! What? Everyone else does it where they just switched powers and remain man soul in man body, and vice versa.
