A/N: Gomen everyone, I know I promised to write more for Cry, but I got
going on such a good line for Summertime (if you haven't read it, please
check it out ^_^). Anyway.here's the next chapter of Cry
Months had passed since that amazing night. Of course he hadn't spoken to me about it, and I wouldn't bring it up. He'd probably just deny it and I didn't want to hear those words.
So I kept my silence, but I could still feel his arms around me, his breath on my neck. Especially when I saw him watching me with that curious look in his eyes.
Often enough, I could keep my embarrassment hidden, until Shippou would notice and ask me if I was feeling sick. Then EVERYONE would stare at me, and I would wish the earth had swallowed me whole.
I couldn't bear the weight of his gaze, especially tonight, so I left the fire to gather my thoughts away from everyone. The evenings were growing chilly and I had the common sense to bring a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt with me and had changed earlier that day from my school uniform.
As soon as I felt I was far enough away, I looked around. There before me, with branches large enough to hold my weight, was a very old tree. I quickly pulled myself onto the first branch and climbed to a reasonable height. The full moon shone brightly through the leaves as I leaned against the strong trucnk and closed my eyes.
The world around me was so quiet and empty. I felt like I could stretch my senses out forever and never reach anything. It was calming, and very unifying. A cool night breeze shifted the leaves around me and I smiled.
I felt his prescence before he even reached the tree. He felt like fire and ice mixed together in my mind, cool and yet filled with passion. I waited until I knew he was purched on my branche before speaking.
"Hello Inuyasha," I said softly. With all the quiet around us, I could hear him shift his weight. He thought I was sleeping, and I surprised him.
"Baka, coming out all this way alone, and unprotected." He grumbled. I still hadn't opened my eyes as I replied," Do you think I'm so helpless?"
Again, surprise. This time by the slight noise that escaped his throat.
"Well, if a youkai attacked," he began.
"First, I could have sensed a youkai anywhere around us, and secondly, I do have my wits, I wouldn't have risked a danger alone." I smiled and opened my eyes, "But it's nice to know you care."
He was sitting crosslegged, holding a balance that any gymnast would envy. He turned his head away and hmph'd. I couldn't believe how calm I felt at that moment, time itself had seemed to stop. I stared up at the night sky.
"Kagome," I heard him whisper and my name on his lips sounded like a prayer, "Are you sad?"
I nodded, "A little, you see, today is the anniverery of a sad day for me."
He tilted his head to the side, very much looking like a dog at that moment. So much so that I had to reist the urge to scratch his head. "My father died, eight years ago tonight, well tonight in my time."
Inuyasha's ears perked up and his golden eyes pierced my soul. With a nod from him, I continued.
"Souta was just a baby, and I was seven. Mamma had just started returning to work and Grandpa watched over us. Papa was walking home from work, when a drunk driver hit him." I glanced at him and tried to explain, "You've seen cars in my time, well sometimes people who have had too much alcohol drive, and ." the tears welled up and caught in my throat. Suddenly a large clawed hand appeared on mine.
"I think I understand," he said softly, a kin of understanding in his eyes. "I was the same age when my mother died," he whispered. I looked up at him in surprise, he never spoke about his mother before.
"My father died when I was very young, so young I bearly rememberd him, but my mother would tell me so many stories about him, that I never really missed him. But she missed him, very much. She was always sad, sometimes I could hear her crying at night, and she'd say his name in her sleep. One day, she just didn't wake up." He sighed, "I was mad at her, because she loved him more than me, and she wanted to be with him and not with me. I felt like no one would ever want to be around me. But I came to realize that she would have stayed if she could have, but their souls were a part of each other, and couldn't stay apart for very long. I was very lucky to have had her for as long as I did."
I nodded, "I was so scared that my mother would go away as well, that I locked her in her room one day, so she couldn't go to work. She explained to me that she wouldn't leave Souta and I, because Father wouldn't want her to, no matter how much we missed him, he wouldn't want us to be sad."
It felt strange, but comforting, speaking so candidly with him. I couldn't believe how at east I felt, there was no tension besides the shared sadness we both held inside. He lifted my hand and pressed our hands together, palm to palm. He studied them, my small slender hand to his large clawed one. Human to hanyou.
I wanted to laugh, partially because the moment seemed so magical, and my heart was going to explode with joy, but also because he seemed so serious, studying our hands.
"Your hands are so different from hers," he whispered.
"Your mother's?" I asked.
"No, Kikyo's" he replied. So much for magic. I tried to hide the disappointment from my face as he obliviously kept studying my hands.
"She had calluses on her hands, an they were so thin and hard," he continued, running his thumb along the palm of my hand, causing a shiver to run down my back. "Your hands are soft, and warm. Graceful and slender, the perfect hand for holding," his voice dropped to a deep whisper and I closed my eyes, feeling his fingertips explore my hand.
Another hand rested on my face and careful shaking fingers traced my jaw. "You are curved, she was so sculpted, like a statue, and sometimes.just as cold," he said and I opened my eyes to stare into his. He had shifted closer to me, and his golden eyes studying my face.
"Why are you." I whispered and he smiled.
".comparing you? Because you are always comparing yourself to her. You watch me whenever someone says her name and I can see the questions in your eyes. No Kagome, I don't think of you as her replacement. I don't see her face in yours. You are you," he leaned forward till our noses almost touched, "Ka-go-me."he whispered while his face looked angry and stubborn. It took me a minute to realize what he was doing. He was recalling our first meeting, where I had done the same thing to him. I couldn't help myself, I leaned my head back and laughed. He sat back on his haunches, watching me with amusement.
I leaned forward again and wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, burying my face against him. He muttered, "Ummm"
"Arigato Inuyasha," I said, "Arigato."
I could feel his warm smile, shining down on me like a bright summer's day. His hand ran through my hair gently and I snuggled closer, "For what?"
"For being my friend," I whispered into his chest, and felt his heart jump against my ear. He was so warm, and smelled so wonderful. He smelled like Inuyasha, and it was a fragrent blanket that surrounded me. His hand drifted along from my hair back down to my face and lifted my face to look at him. His eyes had darkened to an amber color, "Only a friend?" he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion.
I paused, feeling my heart jump to my throat as I stared into those eyes, those eyes who begged my answer.
"Please Kagome, please tell me I haven't been a great fool and lost you," he said sadly and I lifted my own hand, the one that wasn't in his hand, and wrapped it around his neck, pulling his head down to mine.
"You are a great fool," I whispered, pressing my cheek to his, "but I still love you," I replied, nuzzling his cheek with mine. I felt him inhale sharply, and his cheek grew warm against mine. I smiled and turned my head to kiss his cheek softly, then his temple, forehead, and down to the other cheek. All the while he held still, eyes closed, breathing growing more rapid. I pressed my forehead to his, and stared at his closed eyes till he opened them, looking right into me. What I saw there scared and excited me, and I smiled.
"Aishiteru Inuyasha," I whispered and he smiled, closing his eyes again.
"Ai..aishiteru, Kagome," he replied softly, his voice shaking in a way I had never heard before. He was just as scared as I was, scared of all the things those words could mean. I intertwined my hand in his and leaned forward to kiss him-
"KAGOME!" came a loud shout that nearly shook me from the branch, and we separated quickly, as the little kitsune flew up the tree into my arms. He glared at Inuyasha, "You weren't hurting her, were you?"
Inuyasha growled and I shook my head, "I'm okay Shippou, really, we're just talking." The kitsune stared at the two of them, and tugged at my hand.
"Come on." I sighed and followed the little one from the tree, casting Inuyasha an apologetic glance.
Months had passed since that amazing night. Of course he hadn't spoken to me about it, and I wouldn't bring it up. He'd probably just deny it and I didn't want to hear those words.
So I kept my silence, but I could still feel his arms around me, his breath on my neck. Especially when I saw him watching me with that curious look in his eyes.
Often enough, I could keep my embarrassment hidden, until Shippou would notice and ask me if I was feeling sick. Then EVERYONE would stare at me, and I would wish the earth had swallowed me whole.
I couldn't bear the weight of his gaze, especially tonight, so I left the fire to gather my thoughts away from everyone. The evenings were growing chilly and I had the common sense to bring a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt with me and had changed earlier that day from my school uniform.
As soon as I felt I was far enough away, I looked around. There before me, with branches large enough to hold my weight, was a very old tree. I quickly pulled myself onto the first branch and climbed to a reasonable height. The full moon shone brightly through the leaves as I leaned against the strong trucnk and closed my eyes.
The world around me was so quiet and empty. I felt like I could stretch my senses out forever and never reach anything. It was calming, and very unifying. A cool night breeze shifted the leaves around me and I smiled.
I felt his prescence before he even reached the tree. He felt like fire and ice mixed together in my mind, cool and yet filled with passion. I waited until I knew he was purched on my branche before speaking.
"Hello Inuyasha," I said softly. With all the quiet around us, I could hear him shift his weight. He thought I was sleeping, and I surprised him.
"Baka, coming out all this way alone, and unprotected." He grumbled. I still hadn't opened my eyes as I replied," Do you think I'm so helpless?"
Again, surprise. This time by the slight noise that escaped his throat.
"Well, if a youkai attacked," he began.
"First, I could have sensed a youkai anywhere around us, and secondly, I do have my wits, I wouldn't have risked a danger alone." I smiled and opened my eyes, "But it's nice to know you care."
He was sitting crosslegged, holding a balance that any gymnast would envy. He turned his head away and hmph'd. I couldn't believe how calm I felt at that moment, time itself had seemed to stop. I stared up at the night sky.
"Kagome," I heard him whisper and my name on his lips sounded like a prayer, "Are you sad?"
I nodded, "A little, you see, today is the anniverery of a sad day for me."
He tilted his head to the side, very much looking like a dog at that moment. So much so that I had to reist the urge to scratch his head. "My father died, eight years ago tonight, well tonight in my time."
Inuyasha's ears perked up and his golden eyes pierced my soul. With a nod from him, I continued.
"Souta was just a baby, and I was seven. Mamma had just started returning to work and Grandpa watched over us. Papa was walking home from work, when a drunk driver hit him." I glanced at him and tried to explain, "You've seen cars in my time, well sometimes people who have had too much alcohol drive, and ." the tears welled up and caught in my throat. Suddenly a large clawed hand appeared on mine.
"I think I understand," he said softly, a kin of understanding in his eyes. "I was the same age when my mother died," he whispered. I looked up at him in surprise, he never spoke about his mother before.
"My father died when I was very young, so young I bearly rememberd him, but my mother would tell me so many stories about him, that I never really missed him. But she missed him, very much. She was always sad, sometimes I could hear her crying at night, and she'd say his name in her sleep. One day, she just didn't wake up." He sighed, "I was mad at her, because she loved him more than me, and she wanted to be with him and not with me. I felt like no one would ever want to be around me. But I came to realize that she would have stayed if she could have, but their souls were a part of each other, and couldn't stay apart for very long. I was very lucky to have had her for as long as I did."
I nodded, "I was so scared that my mother would go away as well, that I locked her in her room one day, so she couldn't go to work. She explained to me that she wouldn't leave Souta and I, because Father wouldn't want her to, no matter how much we missed him, he wouldn't want us to be sad."
It felt strange, but comforting, speaking so candidly with him. I couldn't believe how at east I felt, there was no tension besides the shared sadness we both held inside. He lifted my hand and pressed our hands together, palm to palm. He studied them, my small slender hand to his large clawed one. Human to hanyou.
I wanted to laugh, partially because the moment seemed so magical, and my heart was going to explode with joy, but also because he seemed so serious, studying our hands.
"Your hands are so different from hers," he whispered.
"Your mother's?" I asked.
"No, Kikyo's" he replied. So much for magic. I tried to hide the disappointment from my face as he obliviously kept studying my hands.
"She had calluses on her hands, an they were so thin and hard," he continued, running his thumb along the palm of my hand, causing a shiver to run down my back. "Your hands are soft, and warm. Graceful and slender, the perfect hand for holding," his voice dropped to a deep whisper and I closed my eyes, feeling his fingertips explore my hand.
Another hand rested on my face and careful shaking fingers traced my jaw. "You are curved, she was so sculpted, like a statue, and sometimes.just as cold," he said and I opened my eyes to stare into his. He had shifted closer to me, and his golden eyes studying my face.
"Why are you." I whispered and he smiled.
".comparing you? Because you are always comparing yourself to her. You watch me whenever someone says her name and I can see the questions in your eyes. No Kagome, I don't think of you as her replacement. I don't see her face in yours. You are you," he leaned forward till our noses almost touched, "Ka-go-me."he whispered while his face looked angry and stubborn. It took me a minute to realize what he was doing. He was recalling our first meeting, where I had done the same thing to him. I couldn't help myself, I leaned my head back and laughed. He sat back on his haunches, watching me with amusement.
I leaned forward again and wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, burying my face against him. He muttered, "Ummm"
"Arigato Inuyasha," I said, "Arigato."
I could feel his warm smile, shining down on me like a bright summer's day. His hand ran through my hair gently and I snuggled closer, "For what?"
"For being my friend," I whispered into his chest, and felt his heart jump against my ear. He was so warm, and smelled so wonderful. He smelled like Inuyasha, and it was a fragrent blanket that surrounded me. His hand drifted along from my hair back down to my face and lifted my face to look at him. His eyes had darkened to an amber color, "Only a friend?" he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion.
I paused, feeling my heart jump to my throat as I stared into those eyes, those eyes who begged my answer.
"Please Kagome, please tell me I haven't been a great fool and lost you," he said sadly and I lifted my own hand, the one that wasn't in his hand, and wrapped it around his neck, pulling his head down to mine.
"You are a great fool," I whispered, pressing my cheek to his, "but I still love you," I replied, nuzzling his cheek with mine. I felt him inhale sharply, and his cheek grew warm against mine. I smiled and turned my head to kiss his cheek softly, then his temple, forehead, and down to the other cheek. All the while he held still, eyes closed, breathing growing more rapid. I pressed my forehead to his, and stared at his closed eyes till he opened them, looking right into me. What I saw there scared and excited me, and I smiled.
"Aishiteru Inuyasha," I whispered and he smiled, closing his eyes again.
"Ai..aishiteru, Kagome," he replied softly, his voice shaking in a way I had never heard before. He was just as scared as I was, scared of all the things those words could mean. I intertwined my hand in his and leaned forward to kiss him-
"KAGOME!" came a loud shout that nearly shook me from the branch, and we separated quickly, as the little kitsune flew up the tree into my arms. He glared at Inuyasha, "You weren't hurting her, were you?"
Inuyasha growled and I shook my head, "I'm okay Shippou, really, we're just talking." The kitsune stared at the two of them, and tugged at my hand.
"Come on." I sighed and followed the little one from the tree, casting Inuyasha an apologetic glance.