Under the Pale
Autumn Moon
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Kikyo watched Inuyasha fidget, if
she were Kagome she would have giggled, but this woman's icy interior
prevented from her doing such a thing.
Kikyo watched the man
with her poker face and made no move. But deep within her, Kagome's
heart was melting and flipping and flopping and turning and crunching
and doing the polka with her stomach. If she'd been Kagome, she would
be blushing a bright cherry red.
Since when did a man make her
feel this way? And Inuyasha for that matter? Sure, Kouga had been
nice, sure she'd wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but
he'd never done this to her heart.
Inuyasha tensed up. He
could feel Kikyo drawing closer to him but he couldn't figure out
why. Kikyo was a nice woman, a little cold, but it was nice to talk
to someone from outside the manor.
He turned his head
slightly to see in fact Kikyo was drawing closer. 'Oh shit,
she's going to kiss me isn't she, isn't she? Damn it! I like her, but
not that way, think fast inu!'
Inuyasha's mind was
screaming at him to do something. Warning bells were ringing in his
head, telling him to bolt. But he wasn't that kind of man, he didn't
let his fears get in the way of his dignity! He gulped slightly as
Kikyo began to move in slow motion.
He contemplated whether he
should bolt or maybe he should just punch her and say it was an
accident. No, that wouldn't work. He was raised to never hit girls,
damn it! How he wished he were raised differently at that time. Maybe
if he pretended to yawn and then just so happened to break her nose?
Nah, that wouldn't work. Slapping himself mentally he cursed himself
for not having any brain cells at this time.
'DAMN IT!'
Inuyasha screamed over and over again. He whipped some hair out
of his face, and he was suddenly dawned with an idea.
Kikyo
was just about to touch her soft and rosy lips to Inuyasha's when it
instead settled on his hand. Blinking open her eyes she stared at the
hand and then into Inuyasha's violet eyes.
"I'm sorry,"
he said so softly Kikyo had to lean in to hear him properly.
Kikyo
pulled back slightly hurt, "...I...?"
Inuyasha averted
his eyes and instead looked at the blood red roses on his left,
"There's someone else."
Kikyo's eyes grew wide and
before she could stop herself she slapped Inuyasha. Hard. Turning
from him she high-tailed it and fled, into the forest and into a
small clearing where she cried until Kagome began to seep through the
cold skin of Kikyo and gradually became the floating ball of
delight.
But she didn't seem as bubbly as
before.
Inuyasha wandered the halls of the huge
house noiselessly and yet he felt that every little squeak sounded
like a huge blow horn screeching at max volume over a large
speakerphone. Ever little sound hurt his ears. Every thing hurt
inside, not because of not kissing Kikyo. But making her cry. He felt
horrible, to put it lightly.
He hadn't meant to make Kikyo run
off crying like that! Damn it, he barely knew the woman and she was
throwing herself onto him like a slut! He knew she wasn't a slut. She
didn't seem like that kind of girl, damn it, so why did he feel so
lousy all of a sudden?
Frowning in irritation he walked into
his room, hoping to see Kagome in floating that always cheered him
up, but instead, he saw the poor floating girl slumped against the
coffee table sadly as if she'd lived through the great depression. He
wondered briefly if she'd ever been to America.
The girl
looked up when he came in and her eyes were pained and filled with
angst and torment. Like she'd seen hell and lived to tell about it.
Forgetting about Kikyo he flung himself over to her and looked at the
side of her head. Having turned away much like Kikyo had. Was he
cursed to have all these woman turn away from him?
"Kagome?"
he asked softly, sweeping some of her loose ebony bangs out of her
delicate face, "Kagome what's the matter?"
Kagome
shook her head and looked away; smiling a heart wrenching,
sickeningly sad smile she only looked at him longingly,
"Inuyasha."
"Kagome?" he asked again
reaching out to touch her but she floated down beneath the floor and
out of his sight, "...Kagome?"
He looked at the spot
she'd been sitting only moments before and he wondered sadly what had
happened to have her look so awful.
Kagome floated
through floor to ceiling to floor and ceiling again until she was in
the basement, the only place she knew she could be alone. It wasn't
fair.
Here she was...
Groveling over a man she couldn't
even have. Here she was! After Kouga she had promised herself she
wouldn't fall in love with anyone ever again! Yet,
Inuyasha...came, and he was so lonely. Plus stole he stole her room.
And they'd made a harmless and innocent friendship, yet here she was
yearning more from the silver/black haired hanyou.
She sniffed
and looked at the ceiling, "How can reality be this cruel?"
She
couldn't have Inuyasha. She couldn't have him unless she was human.
And she didn't want Inuyasha to love Kikyo. She wanted him to love
her. Kagome. Ka. Go. Me.
She sniffed and wiped the remainder
of the tears away and stood up bravely, "I will not cry for
him!"
Floating through the ceiling to floor to ceiling to
floor to ceiling to roof, she sat on the roof, making sure to dodge
Inuyasha's room.
"Nice view."
Kagome jumped
and whirled around to see Naraku sitting in his classic baboon pelt
and sitting atop one of the chimneys.
"What are you doing
here?"
"Didn't I tell you? I live on this
roof."
Kagome raised an eyebrow from her red,
tear-stained eyes, "Really now?"
"Well, ok, I
come here when I want," he replied icily, "How's the human
body been treating you?"
"Like hell."
"You
don't know what hell's like, sweetie."
"I don't
understand why I have to be Kikyo."
"And what's so
bad about that?"
"I don't want to be her."
Naraku stiffened slightly but soon regained his composer. Going
unnoticed to Kagome.
"Now that isn't nice, love."
"Don't
call me that."
"I can call you whatever I
want."
"You don't own me."
And to
Kagome's horror, Naraku laughed. An evil, icy, blood-run-cold kind of
laugh.
Kagome paled as Naraku stood and grabbed Kagome by the
hair, "Don't mock me Kago-Chan, I control your Kikyo
form."
Kagome's eyes widened.
"And when your
human body tires, you will be completely mine!" Naraku chuckled
to himself, "enjoy your freedom while it lasts."
And
then he was gone.
Kagome stared in horror at where
Naraku had been an hour ago. One hour. One hour of sitting and
staring. One hour of her freedom going down the drain, one hour of
her precious life being wasted.
And yet, she still couldn't
believe it.
Tears had long ago dried up and there was noting
more for her swollen eyes to let loose. Her life...sucked, to put it
in a nice way. She'd sold her soul to Naraku without realizing it,
she embarrassed the shit out of herself in Kikyo's form, and she
couldn't face Inuyasha as Kagome because it was painful to know she
couldn't love him back.
Kagome stared sourly around the
landscape. If only she could die, then she could put herself out of
her misery. Then she could be happy. Or would she? She felt a pang
run through her heart.
Sniffing she snuck through the ceiling
and into the kitchen, searching around for Miroku. The dumb ass was
so dense he never noticed when Kagome would steal the food, if he
had, he would have noticed floating food.
That's why she liked
him as the cook.
Floating around the room she finally located
some food. The corner of her eyes caught Sango and Miroku making out.
Kagome did a double take. 'Sango and Miroku making out?'
In all her years in this manor, the two hadn't seemed like the type
to go together. Go figure.
Kagome felt another pang in her
heart as she turned away and tried to erase her mind of them kissing.
The one thing she longed to do with Inuyasha. Slapping herself
mentally about thinking such things she stole an apple and floated
through the ceiling before the salvia-swapping duo noticed a hovering
fruit.
As soon as she realized where she was it was too late
to run away, because Inuyasha pounced on her and looked at her with
pleading eyes, "Don't run away from me, please."
