Tomoko-chan: Ungh. . . It's Christmas. Yea, sure, it's great and all, but
when you have a little sister and a big dog with the mind of a puppy,
things get a little messy. So I thus confided myself into my room to wait
for my elder siblings to come. And here I am, typing away.
*****
Inuyasha released his breath, waiting for Miroku's response. He seemed to have suffered no affect from the statement for a while, but eventually opened his eyes and gave a soft smile with a low hum of a chuckle.
"This is ironic." He remarked, smirking.
"What is?"
"Here are you, the humble servant of Kagome who rushes to her aid whenever she requires help, even if it is from my wandering hands and groping fingers. . ."
"I ain't no servant." He mumbled, getting off topic.
". . . And now you go to her while intoxicated and deprive her of her virginity."
"I believe that's what I just told you, you idiot."
"My, my," He laughed, the rings on his golden staff jiggling with his movements. "Even I would think this should be one of my problems. What if she has a baby? That would be very interesting, don't you think? Very interesting indeed."
"Aw, shit! I forgot about that! SHIT!" He pounded his head with his own fists. The thought tortured him. 'What if she does have my kid? What will happen to him? How will he be able to live a quarter demon? It sucks enough that I'm half, but what about him? What are we going to do? What the fuck are we gonna do?'
"Calm down, Inuyasha." Miroku commented. "You make it sound like you raped her."
Inuyasha swiveled and stared at him, helpless.
*****
"Now, now Kagome. It's alright." Kaede handed over the steaming mug of tea into Kagome's quivering fingers. She brought it to her lips, chapped and red, and sipped shakily with jerky shivers down her spine. She had calmed down some after Kaede had cleaned her up and given her a cream-hued sleeping kimono to borrow. She had changed her futon and washed her uniform, which was now hanging outside of the window, flapping lifelessly in the breeze.
"I know, but. . ." Her voice was weak and forlorn. "I feel like I've lost something so crucial to me to a stranger."
"You're positive that it was Inuyasha?"
"Yes. I bet my life on it."
"Did anything seem odd about him when he came in?"
"Besides the fact that he was raping me?" Kagome retorted cruelly. Kaede brushed it off, shrugging.
"I meant the way he was moving or speaking. Did he say something out of character perhaps? I'm asking these questions because it is possible something or some ONE may have been controlling him. Possessions are not uncommon."
"Well," She thought, staring into the green mist of her tea. "He spoke and moved a lot slower and unsteadied. All of his instincts were out of whack. I think he'd been drinking something or eating something bad, because his breath stunk. I don't know with what though. It sorta smelled like sake. But only a bit." She took a sip of the tea, flecks of the soggy leaves gathering by her teeth. "Also," She continued. "He talked about how I had sent a shadow to tell him to. . . to come to me. He said it was my fault for making him do it. He also said that. . ." She blushed, her face steaming. "He said that I looked sexy." Kagome decided to leave out the 'when I'm drunk part'. The point was, he had said something some-what sentimental to her, and though his eyes were glazed and glossy from whatever he was drinking, she looked into them and saw that he meant it.
Kaede nodded. "I see. I'll go find Miroku and tell him to do some research about these 'shadows'. They sound interesting. Perhaps they're real after all, and not just some delusion Inuyasha thought up."
Kagome lowered the tea cup. "Do I have to. . . eat with him?"
"You don't have to, but I can't carry your breakfast try to your room, and if you wait too long, it will get cold."
"Okay." She mused, averting her gaze. She didn't want to see him again, especially while eating. She was sure she would vomit, or burst into tears, or scream hysterically 'Stay the hell away from me!' but she didn't want to be afraid of him. He had been her friend, her crush, her servant practically.
He had been her savior so many times.
Always, her safety came first. He was always the shield for her. He could have died so many times, just to make sure she was alright. Part of her wondered if she had owed the midnight excursion to Inuyasha, in gratitude.
But the other part knew with every fiber of her being that what he did was wrong.
*****
"Inuyasha. . ." Miroku's mouth hung in disgusted shock.
"What is it? What do you look so damned surprised?" He lips curled over his gleaming fangs, bared and clenched in annoyance. Miroku's charcoal ponytail swayed as he lowered his head, casting his eyes in a shadow of hate and disappointment.
"Drunkenness and fornicating while drunk is one thing, but rape is intolerable. A sin of such magnitude must be brought down with Kami-sama himself. Confiding such sins to a lowly monk like me will do nothing."
"Well what the hell are you good for?" Inuyasha tried to joke, but found that humor was useless. Miroku's face was in a grimace of contorted loathing, his mouth a thin line of unhappiness. He finally shot down his barren, black eyes, sighing bitterly.
"Have you talked to Kagome since?"
"No." Inuyasha spat out, nearly ashamed. He could stand up to thousands of enormous, powerful demons and still have the guts to laugh. Now he found himself frightened to face a fifteen-year-old girl.
"You need to do something about this. This is going a lot farther than peeping on her in the hot springs or bath." Miroku closed his eyes,
"Yeah, like you would know! That's about as far as you've ever gone with a woman, I bet! You're so obsessed with it, we have to have people watch you while you watch a girl!" Inuyasha's amber eyes gleamed with an all-too familiar golden hue. Miroku brushed it aside.
"Your excursion was a lot more damaging than a simple peek at a girl changing her obe." His tone was strained from reigning anger. Miroku's fist clenched around the string of azure beads beneath his palm. "What I think you should do to repent yourself is to talk to Kagome and discuss what must be done. And pray. There must be lots of that involved."
"How the hell am I supposed to pray?" Inuyasha lashed out. His question was more along the lines of 'How am I supposed to go into a temple and bend down on my knees before a religious idol?' but Miroku couldn't seem to see through the veil between what was said and what was meant.
"Slip in into your plans somehow. The point is, breakfast is soon. You can talk with her before or after we eat."
He nodded, his layers of silver hair falling into his eyes. 'Well,' he thought to himself. 'This is turning out to be a crappy day. I got a hangover, found out I raped a girl fifty years younger than me, confessed my sins to the horniest monk on the planet, and that girl might be pregnant with my kid.' He sighed. 'And I can't be serious about any of this.' Inuyasha felt like running, just for the hell of it. He wanted to rush through the air around him until it was almost tangible. He longed to feel the blades of grass touch his cheek as he rested in the valley, or to feel the crisp water of the stream against his skin.
Then again, he also wanted a lot of other things at the moment. He wanted to be able to face Kagome and let her know how sorry he was. He wanted to tell her how much he really liked her, perhaps loved. He wanted to know if there was a child within Kagome, and know the answer to whether he should raise this possible life or find a way to get rid of it.
Inuyasha felt tears well up in the corners of his eyes for one of the first times in fifty years.
*****
"Kagome, are you sure this is wise?"
Kagome slung the strap of her backpack over her shoulder, pulling her ebony hair from the snug fit between her uniform shirt and knapsack. Her clothes had dried quickly under the early sun, but the faded smudges of brown clung to her forest green skirt, a constant reminder of what had happened. She nodded, slipping into her leather loafers.
"I need a chance to think about this while you do some research. Also, in a few weeks, I can take a pregnancy test." The words were jerked from her by pure will. It was so hard to say such things about the being that may already be living inside of her. Part of her wanted to pat her stomach, just to make sure it was the same, but she resisted that urge as well.
Kaede bowed her head. "Very well. I will inform the others."
"After breakfast though, please." Kagome winked. "I wanna get a head start before they come looking for a way to get me." Before Kaede could respond, she bolted out the door and began to run to the well. The slightly grassy path turned into inches of grass. That turned into huge tuffs of weeds with the vegetation, and soon she was engulfed by the forest. She fled through it quickly, and before she realized it, she was in the spacious clearing that surrounded the well. Her deep, chocolate eyes darted to the sight of the heaps of stone, and a smile of relief curled her lips.
She walked to it slowly, somehow not affected by the minutes of running. Kagome stood a few feet from it, but before she could take another step, a rustle in the brush stirred her concentration. She looked up and saw Inuyasha, his golden eyes almost as shocked and wide as hers.
His pupils returned to normal as his eye narrowed, slit in anger. "We need to talk, Kagome."
She shivered, fear rising in her stomach. "No. . . Get away from me. . ." Her right foot inched closer to the well. Inuyasha tore through the vegetation around him like rice paper with his claws, stomping toward Kagome.
"We need to talk about this now. This is serious shit we have on our hands."
"Stay away! I'll use the incantation! I swear it!"
"No, you won't. We gotta get through this. In case you didn't notice, this is one fuckaroo we're in." He was now almost five feet from her, still stomping closer with his bare feet. The blood in Kagome's ear pounded viciously as she darted for the well, but Inuyasha slid in her way, like a scarlet wall in her path.
Her eyes gleamed with steady hate. "Osuwari!" She screeched before Inuyasha's frame crashed into the ground, shoving a mouthful of dirt and grass into his mouth. Kagome jumped over him and hurled herself down the well, her skirt and hair flaring up like flames. Inuyasha coughed, wiping his mouth from the grains of rock.
"Fuck." He whispered.
*****
Kagome heaved herself out of the stone well, stumbled from the shock of making it out alive, then continued running towards her house. Her brow was slicked with sweat and tears formed like a mist of angst in the corners of her eyes. Bashing the door open and kicking off her loafers, she rushed upstairs before she could slip her small, delicate feet into her house slippers. Her mother jumped at the sound of the crashing wood against the hallway wall, and turned her head.
"Kagome, is that you honey?"
"I'll be in my room, Mom. Please don't bother me." She slurred the words together into a long, hurried run-on sentence without taking a single breath. Her mother nodded to the phantom of her presence and continued scouring the grease spot on the casserole dish, somewhat puzzled.
Like a falling angel, Kagome allowed herself to flop upon the puffy, pink bed. She heaved her bitter sobs into a nearby teddy bear, unaware of what else there was to do. How am I going to tell Mom? She questioned mentally, tears running down her fevered cheeks. How can I tell her? How can I say that her little girl lost her virginity at fifteen, and may be pregnant with the child of a hanyou? She just couldn't bare her own thoughts, much less plan how to manage them when the time came to speak them out loud.
"Kagome," Her mother called from below, "I'm going to run a few errands. I should be home in a few hours." After hearing no response, she nodded pitifully, puzzled by her daughters actions.
Kagome felt a small relief as she heard the door click downstairs. She sighed, the last few tears trickling over the small mountain of her cheek, like a soft stream over a blushing valley. Slowly, sluggishly, she lifted herself from her bed, her skirt spreading out like a cotton forest over her legs.
She rubbed her fingers over her calves. 'I feel so dirty,' she thought to herself. 'There's not a spot on me, but I feel like I'm covered in blood. And dear God, does it stink. . .' She ran a fingernail along the side of her leg, imagining the blood parting down the traced line. Standing weakly, slightly nauseous, she decided to take a shower. There must be something in her bathroom that would take away the stench. It surrounded her like a gas cloud.
And yet even she knew it wasn't really there.
*****
"What do you mean she ran away?"
"What the fuck do you think I mean? The instant she saw me, she ran away." Inuyasha shoved a grilled fish into his mouth, not bothering to remove the bones. They crunched harshly under his strong fangs. Miroku picked a chopstick-full of rice, holding it cautiously over the bowl while Sango sat next to him, staring confused at Inuyasha.
"I can't say I blame her. I would do the same." Miroku mused before placing the bit of rice on his tongue, chewing, and swallowing. Sango swiveled her gaze, her layers of thick, ebony hair ruffling in the breeze of her turn.
"What's going on here? Am I the only one who doesn't know what's happening?" Her eyes grew steely with concern. Across the table, Shippou pouted, his small claws digging into the bitter-sweet plum within his grasp.
"I don't know what they're talking about either, Sango."
"Kaede, do you know what these idiot boys are saying?" She called into the kitchen. Kaede emerged with a plate of food for herself, a forlorn expression on her face. Sango's confusion seemed to intensify. "Kaede? What's wrong? What's so important, that nobody had the time to tell me?"
"It would seem that Inuyasha and Kagome had an excursion last night." Miroku glared at Inuyasha, whose gaze was lost in a pool of shame within his own eyes. Sango morphed her melancholic expression to a faint smile.
"And that is a bad thing? I thought that they liked each other."
"Sango, Kagome had no choice in the matter. Inuyasha was drunk and forced her down." Kaede looked up, her good eye clouded with grey hues, the other staring through the black satin patch. Sango in took a breath sharply, releasing it quickly, then gasping.
"You mean he raped her?" She gawked at him. "Inuyasha, say this isn't true."
His gaze was stern, yet seemed lost. "I don't remember. . ."
"Inuyasha. . ." Sango's voice was coated in loathing.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm fucking sorry! I didn't mean to."
"Don't tell me that! Tell it to Kagome!"
"But she might not come back for a while." Miroku continued with his rice, chewing and swallowing slowly and politely. Shippou looked around, thoroughly puzzled, and continued taking tiny bites from the plum. It sweet smell filled the air as the juices leaked over the sides of his hands.
"We'll just have to wait, I suppose." Sango's voice eased, her face returning its normal pale color. The room was filled with a stunned silence, like the moment before a scream. Miroku's chopsticks clinked against the porcelain bowl, and eventually, Sango picked up her own and began tearing apart the fish.
Inuyasha paused, leaning against the wall, the taste of fish still heavy on his mouth. He knew he should eat some more, but was stuck between feeling hungry, and feeling sick to the stomach. His head swirled with thought and accusations. 'You filthy, dirty, bastard of a dog!' his head screeched. 'You don't deserve a woman like Kagome. You don't deserve to live.'
"That's it. . ." He gritted his teeth, jumping into a standing position. "I can't wait anymore!" Inuyasha dashed to the door and threw it open before sprinting to the well. Miroku chocked on a mouthful of rice while Sango slammed her tea down, the hot liquid lapping at the sides of the cup.
"Inuyasha, no! No one from Kagome's time is allowed to see you!" Sango screeched, rising up to her feet.
"Come back here! She's not ready to see you yet!" Miroku yelled, grasping his staff and standing as well.
But they both knew that there was no way in heaven, hell, or on Kami- sama's green earth that Inuyasha would change his mind and come back, or even bother to listen for that matter. They could almost see him leap down the well, his hair flowing like silver-dusted wind.
*****
Kagome was wrapping the aqua towel around her naked breast when she heard the door slam.
Her brown eyes widened for a moment, peeking through her drooping black hair. She glanced at her clock, and it had only been fifteen minutes since her mother had left. Securing the towel and holding it steady with her fingers, she moved into her room, aiming her voice downward.
"Mother? Is that you?"
She turned to her bedroom doorway, expecting a response, but only saw Inuyasha. His silver locks drifted in front of his golden eyes. His chest heaved with heavy pants as he pushed air in and out of his lungs, a sliver of sweat showing itself on the side of his face.
Kagome found she couldn't even scream.
Inuyasha breathed harshly, trying to fulfill the pounding demand within his chest. He stared at her, naked and defenseless with only a towel to shield her from his eyes, and could not help but feel aroused. He was confused and disgusted on how quickly he mind shifted gears from frightened to erotic, but she seemed to glow before him. The faint light that peeked through her lacey curtains painted her pale skin viridian orange and highlighted the beads of crystal water that lingered on her flesh. Her scent tickled his scenes, not in revulsion but in pleasure. Had she always smelled this good?
He shook himself mentally, banishing his fantasies. "Kagome, when I said we needed to talk, we NEED to talk." He moved in on her, but his presence seemed to force her away. She crumbled on her bed, moving slowly backwards to the wall.
"Stay away, Inuyasha!" She chocked, her voice ragged and frightened. The towel crept up her legs, baring her thighs. She crossed her legs defensively.
"Let's talk. I don't want to hurt you." He crawled over the blankets, inching closer and closer to her. Kagome hitched her breath, preparing to shout, but Inuyasha jumped forward and muffled her screech with his fingers. "Don't scream. Don't make a sound."
Kagome stared at him, flabbergasted. Tears trickled down her cheeks.
"Now I am NOT going to be blamed for raping you. I didn't you wanted me to. I remember. You came out, and told me yourself."
She shook her head and croaked something through his hand.
"Shut up! You did. Don't lie to me, Kagome." He jolted his hand, slitting his eyes. "We're going to go back to my world and explain to everyone that I DID NOT rape you. In fact," His head tried to form a feeble plan. "You're going to say we're lovers, okay? Just to make sure everyone understands. We're going to talk like lovers, act like lover, practically BE lovers. And if you don't listen to me, Kagome. . ." Inuyasha moved his other arm and slid a claw over her collar bone, tracing the line to her breasts. He nudged the green-blue cloth aside, exposing a portion of her to his eager eyes. ". . . I'll have no trouble what-so-ever doing you again."
Her mahogany eyes widened in shock and fear. Kagome nodded, black threads of hair creeping over her shoulders. Inuyasha seemed satisfied and loosened the grip over her mouth.
"If I let go, you promise not to 'sit' me or scream?"
She nodded again, and he allowed his hold to slip.
Kagome whooped in the air around her, shivering in fright. The towel slipped from her arms, exposing her breast, but she didn't care anymore. She and Inuyasha's were lovers, bound by a promise that she could not break. She ignored Inuyasha's blaring cheeks, bright red from embarrassment, and collapsed on her salmon-hued covers.
Refusing to scream, Kagome wept.
*****
Tomoko-chan: Ungh, sorry it took so long. But I had a HUGE inspiration rush last night. And guess what? Lucky you, I wasted it on this fanfic. I didn't go to bed until 5:00 AM, and yet I feel no drowsiness! Wee! Go me! Muah ha, please comment and send in what you think should happen next, as another inspiration rush will be hard to come by for a while. 'Mmm 'Kay?' Ja ne!
*****
Inuyasha released his breath, waiting for Miroku's response. He seemed to have suffered no affect from the statement for a while, but eventually opened his eyes and gave a soft smile with a low hum of a chuckle.
"This is ironic." He remarked, smirking.
"What is?"
"Here are you, the humble servant of Kagome who rushes to her aid whenever she requires help, even if it is from my wandering hands and groping fingers. . ."
"I ain't no servant." He mumbled, getting off topic.
". . . And now you go to her while intoxicated and deprive her of her virginity."
"I believe that's what I just told you, you idiot."
"My, my," He laughed, the rings on his golden staff jiggling with his movements. "Even I would think this should be one of my problems. What if she has a baby? That would be very interesting, don't you think? Very interesting indeed."
"Aw, shit! I forgot about that! SHIT!" He pounded his head with his own fists. The thought tortured him. 'What if she does have my kid? What will happen to him? How will he be able to live a quarter demon? It sucks enough that I'm half, but what about him? What are we going to do? What the fuck are we gonna do?'
"Calm down, Inuyasha." Miroku commented. "You make it sound like you raped her."
Inuyasha swiveled and stared at him, helpless.
*****
"Now, now Kagome. It's alright." Kaede handed over the steaming mug of tea into Kagome's quivering fingers. She brought it to her lips, chapped and red, and sipped shakily with jerky shivers down her spine. She had calmed down some after Kaede had cleaned her up and given her a cream-hued sleeping kimono to borrow. She had changed her futon and washed her uniform, which was now hanging outside of the window, flapping lifelessly in the breeze.
"I know, but. . ." Her voice was weak and forlorn. "I feel like I've lost something so crucial to me to a stranger."
"You're positive that it was Inuyasha?"
"Yes. I bet my life on it."
"Did anything seem odd about him when he came in?"
"Besides the fact that he was raping me?" Kagome retorted cruelly. Kaede brushed it off, shrugging.
"I meant the way he was moving or speaking. Did he say something out of character perhaps? I'm asking these questions because it is possible something or some ONE may have been controlling him. Possessions are not uncommon."
"Well," She thought, staring into the green mist of her tea. "He spoke and moved a lot slower and unsteadied. All of his instincts were out of whack. I think he'd been drinking something or eating something bad, because his breath stunk. I don't know with what though. It sorta smelled like sake. But only a bit." She took a sip of the tea, flecks of the soggy leaves gathering by her teeth. "Also," She continued. "He talked about how I had sent a shadow to tell him to. . . to come to me. He said it was my fault for making him do it. He also said that. . ." She blushed, her face steaming. "He said that I looked sexy." Kagome decided to leave out the 'when I'm drunk part'. The point was, he had said something some-what sentimental to her, and though his eyes were glazed and glossy from whatever he was drinking, she looked into them and saw that he meant it.
Kaede nodded. "I see. I'll go find Miroku and tell him to do some research about these 'shadows'. They sound interesting. Perhaps they're real after all, and not just some delusion Inuyasha thought up."
Kagome lowered the tea cup. "Do I have to. . . eat with him?"
"You don't have to, but I can't carry your breakfast try to your room, and if you wait too long, it will get cold."
"Okay." She mused, averting her gaze. She didn't want to see him again, especially while eating. She was sure she would vomit, or burst into tears, or scream hysterically 'Stay the hell away from me!' but she didn't want to be afraid of him. He had been her friend, her crush, her servant practically.
He had been her savior so many times.
Always, her safety came first. He was always the shield for her. He could have died so many times, just to make sure she was alright. Part of her wondered if she had owed the midnight excursion to Inuyasha, in gratitude.
But the other part knew with every fiber of her being that what he did was wrong.
*****
"Inuyasha. . ." Miroku's mouth hung in disgusted shock.
"What is it? What do you look so damned surprised?" He lips curled over his gleaming fangs, bared and clenched in annoyance. Miroku's charcoal ponytail swayed as he lowered his head, casting his eyes in a shadow of hate and disappointment.
"Drunkenness and fornicating while drunk is one thing, but rape is intolerable. A sin of such magnitude must be brought down with Kami-sama himself. Confiding such sins to a lowly monk like me will do nothing."
"Well what the hell are you good for?" Inuyasha tried to joke, but found that humor was useless. Miroku's face was in a grimace of contorted loathing, his mouth a thin line of unhappiness. He finally shot down his barren, black eyes, sighing bitterly.
"Have you talked to Kagome since?"
"No." Inuyasha spat out, nearly ashamed. He could stand up to thousands of enormous, powerful demons and still have the guts to laugh. Now he found himself frightened to face a fifteen-year-old girl.
"You need to do something about this. This is going a lot farther than peeping on her in the hot springs or bath." Miroku closed his eyes,
"Yeah, like you would know! That's about as far as you've ever gone with a woman, I bet! You're so obsessed with it, we have to have people watch you while you watch a girl!" Inuyasha's amber eyes gleamed with an all-too familiar golden hue. Miroku brushed it aside.
"Your excursion was a lot more damaging than a simple peek at a girl changing her obe." His tone was strained from reigning anger. Miroku's fist clenched around the string of azure beads beneath his palm. "What I think you should do to repent yourself is to talk to Kagome and discuss what must be done. And pray. There must be lots of that involved."
"How the hell am I supposed to pray?" Inuyasha lashed out. His question was more along the lines of 'How am I supposed to go into a temple and bend down on my knees before a religious idol?' but Miroku couldn't seem to see through the veil between what was said and what was meant.
"Slip in into your plans somehow. The point is, breakfast is soon. You can talk with her before or after we eat."
He nodded, his layers of silver hair falling into his eyes. 'Well,' he thought to himself. 'This is turning out to be a crappy day. I got a hangover, found out I raped a girl fifty years younger than me, confessed my sins to the horniest monk on the planet, and that girl might be pregnant with my kid.' He sighed. 'And I can't be serious about any of this.' Inuyasha felt like running, just for the hell of it. He wanted to rush through the air around him until it was almost tangible. He longed to feel the blades of grass touch his cheek as he rested in the valley, or to feel the crisp water of the stream against his skin.
Then again, he also wanted a lot of other things at the moment. He wanted to be able to face Kagome and let her know how sorry he was. He wanted to tell her how much he really liked her, perhaps loved. He wanted to know if there was a child within Kagome, and know the answer to whether he should raise this possible life or find a way to get rid of it.
Inuyasha felt tears well up in the corners of his eyes for one of the first times in fifty years.
*****
"Kagome, are you sure this is wise?"
Kagome slung the strap of her backpack over her shoulder, pulling her ebony hair from the snug fit between her uniform shirt and knapsack. Her clothes had dried quickly under the early sun, but the faded smudges of brown clung to her forest green skirt, a constant reminder of what had happened. She nodded, slipping into her leather loafers.
"I need a chance to think about this while you do some research. Also, in a few weeks, I can take a pregnancy test." The words were jerked from her by pure will. It was so hard to say such things about the being that may already be living inside of her. Part of her wanted to pat her stomach, just to make sure it was the same, but she resisted that urge as well.
Kaede bowed her head. "Very well. I will inform the others."
"After breakfast though, please." Kagome winked. "I wanna get a head start before they come looking for a way to get me." Before Kaede could respond, she bolted out the door and began to run to the well. The slightly grassy path turned into inches of grass. That turned into huge tuffs of weeds with the vegetation, and soon she was engulfed by the forest. She fled through it quickly, and before she realized it, she was in the spacious clearing that surrounded the well. Her deep, chocolate eyes darted to the sight of the heaps of stone, and a smile of relief curled her lips.
She walked to it slowly, somehow not affected by the minutes of running. Kagome stood a few feet from it, but before she could take another step, a rustle in the brush stirred her concentration. She looked up and saw Inuyasha, his golden eyes almost as shocked and wide as hers.
His pupils returned to normal as his eye narrowed, slit in anger. "We need to talk, Kagome."
She shivered, fear rising in her stomach. "No. . . Get away from me. . ." Her right foot inched closer to the well. Inuyasha tore through the vegetation around him like rice paper with his claws, stomping toward Kagome.
"We need to talk about this now. This is serious shit we have on our hands."
"Stay away! I'll use the incantation! I swear it!"
"No, you won't. We gotta get through this. In case you didn't notice, this is one fuckaroo we're in." He was now almost five feet from her, still stomping closer with his bare feet. The blood in Kagome's ear pounded viciously as she darted for the well, but Inuyasha slid in her way, like a scarlet wall in her path.
Her eyes gleamed with steady hate. "Osuwari!" She screeched before Inuyasha's frame crashed into the ground, shoving a mouthful of dirt and grass into his mouth. Kagome jumped over him and hurled herself down the well, her skirt and hair flaring up like flames. Inuyasha coughed, wiping his mouth from the grains of rock.
"Fuck." He whispered.
*****
Kagome heaved herself out of the stone well, stumbled from the shock of making it out alive, then continued running towards her house. Her brow was slicked with sweat and tears formed like a mist of angst in the corners of her eyes. Bashing the door open and kicking off her loafers, she rushed upstairs before she could slip her small, delicate feet into her house slippers. Her mother jumped at the sound of the crashing wood against the hallway wall, and turned her head.
"Kagome, is that you honey?"
"I'll be in my room, Mom. Please don't bother me." She slurred the words together into a long, hurried run-on sentence without taking a single breath. Her mother nodded to the phantom of her presence and continued scouring the grease spot on the casserole dish, somewhat puzzled.
Like a falling angel, Kagome allowed herself to flop upon the puffy, pink bed. She heaved her bitter sobs into a nearby teddy bear, unaware of what else there was to do. How am I going to tell Mom? She questioned mentally, tears running down her fevered cheeks. How can I tell her? How can I say that her little girl lost her virginity at fifteen, and may be pregnant with the child of a hanyou? She just couldn't bare her own thoughts, much less plan how to manage them when the time came to speak them out loud.
"Kagome," Her mother called from below, "I'm going to run a few errands. I should be home in a few hours." After hearing no response, she nodded pitifully, puzzled by her daughters actions.
Kagome felt a small relief as she heard the door click downstairs. She sighed, the last few tears trickling over the small mountain of her cheek, like a soft stream over a blushing valley. Slowly, sluggishly, she lifted herself from her bed, her skirt spreading out like a cotton forest over her legs.
She rubbed her fingers over her calves. 'I feel so dirty,' she thought to herself. 'There's not a spot on me, but I feel like I'm covered in blood. And dear God, does it stink. . .' She ran a fingernail along the side of her leg, imagining the blood parting down the traced line. Standing weakly, slightly nauseous, she decided to take a shower. There must be something in her bathroom that would take away the stench. It surrounded her like a gas cloud.
And yet even she knew it wasn't really there.
*****
"What do you mean she ran away?"
"What the fuck do you think I mean? The instant she saw me, she ran away." Inuyasha shoved a grilled fish into his mouth, not bothering to remove the bones. They crunched harshly under his strong fangs. Miroku picked a chopstick-full of rice, holding it cautiously over the bowl while Sango sat next to him, staring confused at Inuyasha.
"I can't say I blame her. I would do the same." Miroku mused before placing the bit of rice on his tongue, chewing, and swallowing. Sango swiveled her gaze, her layers of thick, ebony hair ruffling in the breeze of her turn.
"What's going on here? Am I the only one who doesn't know what's happening?" Her eyes grew steely with concern. Across the table, Shippou pouted, his small claws digging into the bitter-sweet plum within his grasp.
"I don't know what they're talking about either, Sango."
"Kaede, do you know what these idiot boys are saying?" She called into the kitchen. Kaede emerged with a plate of food for herself, a forlorn expression on her face. Sango's confusion seemed to intensify. "Kaede? What's wrong? What's so important, that nobody had the time to tell me?"
"It would seem that Inuyasha and Kagome had an excursion last night." Miroku glared at Inuyasha, whose gaze was lost in a pool of shame within his own eyes. Sango morphed her melancholic expression to a faint smile.
"And that is a bad thing? I thought that they liked each other."
"Sango, Kagome had no choice in the matter. Inuyasha was drunk and forced her down." Kaede looked up, her good eye clouded with grey hues, the other staring through the black satin patch. Sango in took a breath sharply, releasing it quickly, then gasping.
"You mean he raped her?" She gawked at him. "Inuyasha, say this isn't true."
His gaze was stern, yet seemed lost. "I don't remember. . ."
"Inuyasha. . ." Sango's voice was coated in loathing.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm fucking sorry! I didn't mean to."
"Don't tell me that! Tell it to Kagome!"
"But she might not come back for a while." Miroku continued with his rice, chewing and swallowing slowly and politely. Shippou looked around, thoroughly puzzled, and continued taking tiny bites from the plum. It sweet smell filled the air as the juices leaked over the sides of his hands.
"We'll just have to wait, I suppose." Sango's voice eased, her face returning its normal pale color. The room was filled with a stunned silence, like the moment before a scream. Miroku's chopsticks clinked against the porcelain bowl, and eventually, Sango picked up her own and began tearing apart the fish.
Inuyasha paused, leaning against the wall, the taste of fish still heavy on his mouth. He knew he should eat some more, but was stuck between feeling hungry, and feeling sick to the stomach. His head swirled with thought and accusations. 'You filthy, dirty, bastard of a dog!' his head screeched. 'You don't deserve a woman like Kagome. You don't deserve to live.'
"That's it. . ." He gritted his teeth, jumping into a standing position. "I can't wait anymore!" Inuyasha dashed to the door and threw it open before sprinting to the well. Miroku chocked on a mouthful of rice while Sango slammed her tea down, the hot liquid lapping at the sides of the cup.
"Inuyasha, no! No one from Kagome's time is allowed to see you!" Sango screeched, rising up to her feet.
"Come back here! She's not ready to see you yet!" Miroku yelled, grasping his staff and standing as well.
But they both knew that there was no way in heaven, hell, or on Kami- sama's green earth that Inuyasha would change his mind and come back, or even bother to listen for that matter. They could almost see him leap down the well, his hair flowing like silver-dusted wind.
*****
Kagome was wrapping the aqua towel around her naked breast when she heard the door slam.
Her brown eyes widened for a moment, peeking through her drooping black hair. She glanced at her clock, and it had only been fifteen minutes since her mother had left. Securing the towel and holding it steady with her fingers, she moved into her room, aiming her voice downward.
"Mother? Is that you?"
She turned to her bedroom doorway, expecting a response, but only saw Inuyasha. His silver locks drifted in front of his golden eyes. His chest heaved with heavy pants as he pushed air in and out of his lungs, a sliver of sweat showing itself on the side of his face.
Kagome found she couldn't even scream.
Inuyasha breathed harshly, trying to fulfill the pounding demand within his chest. He stared at her, naked and defenseless with only a towel to shield her from his eyes, and could not help but feel aroused. He was confused and disgusted on how quickly he mind shifted gears from frightened to erotic, but she seemed to glow before him. The faint light that peeked through her lacey curtains painted her pale skin viridian orange and highlighted the beads of crystal water that lingered on her flesh. Her scent tickled his scenes, not in revulsion but in pleasure. Had she always smelled this good?
He shook himself mentally, banishing his fantasies. "Kagome, when I said we needed to talk, we NEED to talk." He moved in on her, but his presence seemed to force her away. She crumbled on her bed, moving slowly backwards to the wall.
"Stay away, Inuyasha!" She chocked, her voice ragged and frightened. The towel crept up her legs, baring her thighs. She crossed her legs defensively.
"Let's talk. I don't want to hurt you." He crawled over the blankets, inching closer and closer to her. Kagome hitched her breath, preparing to shout, but Inuyasha jumped forward and muffled her screech with his fingers. "Don't scream. Don't make a sound."
Kagome stared at him, flabbergasted. Tears trickled down her cheeks.
"Now I am NOT going to be blamed for raping you. I didn't you wanted me to. I remember. You came out, and told me yourself."
She shook her head and croaked something through his hand.
"Shut up! You did. Don't lie to me, Kagome." He jolted his hand, slitting his eyes. "We're going to go back to my world and explain to everyone that I DID NOT rape you. In fact," His head tried to form a feeble plan. "You're going to say we're lovers, okay? Just to make sure everyone understands. We're going to talk like lovers, act like lover, practically BE lovers. And if you don't listen to me, Kagome. . ." Inuyasha moved his other arm and slid a claw over her collar bone, tracing the line to her breasts. He nudged the green-blue cloth aside, exposing a portion of her to his eager eyes. ". . . I'll have no trouble what-so-ever doing you again."
Her mahogany eyes widened in shock and fear. Kagome nodded, black threads of hair creeping over her shoulders. Inuyasha seemed satisfied and loosened the grip over her mouth.
"If I let go, you promise not to 'sit' me or scream?"
She nodded again, and he allowed his hold to slip.
Kagome whooped in the air around her, shivering in fright. The towel slipped from her arms, exposing her breast, but she didn't care anymore. She and Inuyasha's were lovers, bound by a promise that she could not break. She ignored Inuyasha's blaring cheeks, bright red from embarrassment, and collapsed on her salmon-hued covers.
Refusing to scream, Kagome wept.
*****
Tomoko-chan: Ungh, sorry it took so long. But I had a HUGE inspiration rush last night. And guess what? Lucky you, I wasted it on this fanfic. I didn't go to bed until 5:00 AM, and yet I feel no drowsiness! Wee! Go me! Muah ha, please comment and send in what you think should happen next, as another inspiration rush will be hard to come by for a while. 'Mmm 'Kay?' Ja ne!