Chapter 11
Once again water soaked the silver white hair molding it to his muscular chest and back. The only difference was the now freezing temperature of the water. (EDITED MISSING 20 Words) His mind replaying the events of a few short minutes ago. Her lips molding to his. Her tongue dancing with his. The moans and gasps of pleasure that escaped those very same rosy lips at his caress. The feel of her hips arching up to him, in offering, in promise. The scent of her arousal growing in the air. The weight of her soft breast in his hand, the tip hardening under his fingers. The luscious taste of her skin and mouth. Her hands pulling him to her, her fingers tracing the waistband of his pants. (EDITED MISSING 19 words)
Adjusting the water temperature, adding some warmth, Inu Yasha grabbed the soap and quickly cleaned himself. The night had gone much better than he had ever hopped. He did wonder how far the kiss would have gone, had Kenmaru not charged to his mother's rescue. Even that interruption had won him points with the beautiful doctor. If the soft smiles she had sent over the boys head was any indication.
"Friendly warning, Kagome's still head over heels in love with Kenmaru's father. I realized it about six months after he was born. So don't get your hopes up that she'll fall for you." Her friend Hojo's voice sounded in his head. "She is still in love with Kenmaru's father, otouto. I do not know if it is possible to win her heart from him." His brother's steel encased silk voice sounded in his head. If her reaction was any indication, perhaps he did stand a chance with her. Perhaps no matter what his brother or her friend had said, he could win her heart. He was here, and was not leaving. Then he remembered the woman's voice. Her asking him not to forget her. But, where was she? Why did he not feel his growing attraction to Kagome a threat to that voice?
Stepping out of the shower he ran his claws through his hair, smoothing the few snarls. He dried off quickly and pulled on the silky black night slacks, tying the drawstring with practiced efficiency. Outside he could hear the night breezes shifting through the many trees on the grounds. Stepping to the window he watched the bamboo stand twist and bend in the strong breeze. Resting his chin on his hands he watched for a moment before sitting on the bed. Stretching out, his head pillowed in his palms he listened. Why did the sound of the wind comfort him? He wondered. With a deep sigh he closed his eyes, letting the sound of leaves rustling soothe his thoughts and lead him into sleep.
A pink bicycle stood before him a huge yellow back pack tied securely to the rack at the back. His hands were trapped by a statue and spell scroll. No amount of tugging released him from the statues weight. Finally the scent of a traveler reached his nose. "Please get this thing off me." He yelled.
He watched as the man appeared around the bike. By his dress, he was a peasant simple green kimono, basket on his back, gray hakama. Stopping at the site before him, fear flooded the man's scent. "A Monster!" he screamed as he ran off.
"WAIT!" Inu Yasha called "Where are you going? I need you to pull off this spell scroll." Once again he was alone. Looking up through the trees he watched the wind move through the branches.
Rustling leaves in a harsh breeze sounded as the scene shifted. He tumbled through the air, hitting the water. A figure riding a fire cat appeared below the surface, arm outstretched. As they cleared the water he offered rare praise "Pretty slick maneuvering there, Sango."
"It was nothing." She shrugged off the praise.
"I'm going down and aiming for the head." He quickly told her his plan.
"Do it Inu Yasha!" She encouraged.
"I'm on it!"
The light shifted through the branches of a the tree limb above him. Lowering his head he chuckled as the Taijiya's hand struck the Houshi's cheek. A scream on Hentai, echoing on the night air. "Will you never learn Miroku?" He questioned the now red faced monk. "Sango's going to bruise her hand, and we need her to fight."
"There." Miroku pointed. Sure enough a screaming red and white mushroom appeared. Moving as fast as the appearing mushrooms allowed they followed the path. He had to find someone, but who? They needed to be rescued. Needed him to find them. Protect them. His heart lodged in his throat with fear he wouldn't get to her in time.
"Inu Yasha...never...never forget what we shared...these three days will always be the most precious three days of my life." Moments later the first rays of the sun appeared. "Please tell me our last days together are as precious to you as they are to me...never forget me Inu Yasha. I will always love you with all of my heart." she whispered. Pulling from her he rose not trusting his voice he silently dressed. Keeping his back to her to hide the tears that filled his golden eyes. He didn't want to leave her. Why had he foolishly made that promise? He questioned himself.
Inu Yasha sat up as the dream released him. His brow furrowed as he struggled to remember. "Miroku and Sango. Miroku... Buddhist, lecherous, but when it mattered, you could depend on him. Sango, demon exterminator ... good fighter, a woman doing a man's job and doing it well." The same frustration surrounded the woman's voice and the following of the mushrooms. "Could they be the same? Three days? Why can't I remember you're face? Why does your voice sound familiar?" Standing he moved again to the window, watching the dawn approach. "I left you at dawn. Why? Is that why I hate the dawn so? Who are you? What promise did I make? And why did it pull us apart?"