Summary: In a world where demons rule the land and humans are slaves, one
family is tied by the strings of fate. But fate's made a mistake that can
only be fixed by one human girl.
AN: Um, let's see, took me a while for this one, sorry. ^^ Not much to say about it. Just that its mainly Inu and kagome bonding this chapter. The beginning part will be strange, but don't worry bout that. And, new character at the end who may play an important role later on, still to be decided tho. o.O she's definitely in the next chappie tho. And last thing, after this chapter, vote on which pairing you want, okay? I'll definitely take into consideration what you guys vote for and why, but in the end I might choose on my own. ^^ but vote still, cuz I'll probably go with ur votes.
But read this chapter first and then vote.
Vote for either Inu-Yasha and Kagome or Sesshoumaru and Kagome.
~~~ Thanks to my reviewers, Vanessa chan, Stacerue, flower, and lirpa. You guys all wrote some really comforting things that were, really really nice! Thank you guys so much. Special thanks to Allegretto for finally reviewing ^^ and your review made me feel like this story was really a "wow" story. Thanks to all! ~~~
Warning: Mild cursing from Inu-Yasha.
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Declaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha.
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Fate's Mistake
Winds of Fortune
Chapter 5
It was dark..crimson. Blood red, black red. Like a painting where the artist went mad and flung red and black paint on the canvas. That was what he felt like; mad, filled with rage, with a need to rip and shred and destroy. His eyes saw the canvas of crazed colors. Was it blood? His or otherwise? He did not know, did not care. He could hear himself breathing heavily. His mouth hung open slightly, his chest expanding and deflating in large rapid breathes. He could hear it cutting through the silence, the sound of air flooding into his mouth and rushing back out. That and the deep thump of his heartbeat pounding against his ears.
Ba-bump
Ba-bump
He didn't "see," but felt. Felt the shapes move closer. His tongue ran lightly over his fangs, tasting blood. The copper taste barely registered in his mind when a piercing shriek rocked his head. It was within him, within his mind. So loud and clashing it was making him insane. He saw red and threw his head, trying to escape the inner noise. In frenzy, he flailed his claws about with deadly accuracy. He felt them barely sink into someone's flesh before he tore away to the next victim. Suddenly, so suddenly, the shriek subsided; his vision began to clear up. He hadn't felt the impact, but now he saw it. An arrow was embedded deep into his chest, taking away his anger as it drained away his blood.
The tangy taste of blood made him sick once his head cleared. He was suddenly thrust back in reality. He saw the trees, the skies, the earth.. the bodies. The pain flooded back to him, making the world spin. What had happened? Looking down, he realized there was a corpse in his arms. His eyes traveled to up to its innate face and he -
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Inu-Yasha yanked the covers back, bolting upright. Sweat poured down his face as he fought to control his uneven breathing, his wildly beating heart. It was just a dream - just a dream, he told himself.
He hated those dreams that nagged at his mind, refusing to give him peace. He knew that when he lost control, he became a full demon, but did he have to dream about the past constantly to caution himself?
By late afternoon, the disturbing dream was still embedded in his thoughts. He dragged himself into the palace's spacious gardens to clear his mind. The feeling of warm flesh and blood ripping apart as his hand drove through them could still be felt. He knew whose corpse it was that he held. It had always been the same, only this was the first time he woke before seeing the face, before feeling the horror that drove through him.
He should be thankful, really, that he didn't have to dream about it again. Maybe he'll eventually stop the dreams altogether. But somehow, the fact that he couldn't exactly be sure of the body in his arms this time disturbed him. Perhaps this time, it wasn't who he thought it was. What if, this time, he killed someone else?
He shook away the foreboding feelings as he found himself in one of his mother's gardens; one that was a sea of white flowers, different kinds of flowers, but all white. He liked to come here when he dreamed. It gave him a sense of peace, like the flowers took away his evil, made him sane again.
He plucked a white rose from one of the bushes, crushing it in his fist. He didn't want to be thinking about the past; about the time he had killed her. [AN: "her" does not refer to his mother.]
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Kagome hummed to herself as she skipped through the palace. Her mood had lightened considerably now. Sango had begun to view her time with Sesshoumaru each afternoon as therapy sessions. It was fun getting to know how to read and she loved it when he read to her while she cleaned his room. His voice was a deep baritone that echoed in her bones.
Skidding along in the hallways, Kagome sometimes wondered if there was anyone living here other than the three demons she knew of: Inutaikou, Sesshoumaru, and Inu-Yasha. Surely there were many servants scurrying around all the time. Yet whenever Kagome went anywhere, the rooms were empty and the corridors clear. The servant's quarters were a different story, though. She had begun viewing the place as home. It was always full and bustling. People scampered in and out of rooms. In the mornings, Kagome would sit with Sango and the rest of the women and men and eat breakfast.
She finally found the opening into the gardens, where she was being sent. Kaede said there would be an important guest that night and that a flower arrangement would be needed. So, Kagome, geared with a huge basket, was sent to the palace gardens to find herself some nice flowers.
She'd never been within the gardens before and her first glimpse awed her. Through the Eastern entrance there was an expanse of Japanese gardens. As far out as she could see, there were trees and flowers, ponds and little bridges, dainty trails and small waterfalls. Following her feet, she eventually came across a huge field of white flowers.
She was so overwhelmed by its beauty that at first she did not see the man feet away from her.
Her breath caught as she stared at the white haired demon before her. It couldn't be Sesshoumaru whose six and a half foot tall body would loom over that of the lord before her. Lord Inutaikyou perhaps? Her eyes traveled to the ears. Ah, the half demon, Lord Inu-Yasha. Kaede had constantly warned her about this member of the demonic family. Not that she needed a warning. The two times she ever met him, he had appeared to be childish, rude, despicably mean, arrogant, good for nothing, loud mouthed, stupid..she could go on, but it would take days to list all his bad traits.
Inu-Yasha breathed in deeply, reassuring himself. Her scent was familiar, but at the same time different. No, she was definitely not Kikyou. He figured she didn't realize his nose had already detected her long before she stepped into the gardens. Was she going to stand there forever and stare at his back? She was rude for a slave. In fact, she was the most infuriating person he ever knew. He'd only met her twice, but both times she had yelled at him! She forgets her place, he thought angrily. He looked down at the white flowers at his feet. Well, perhaps he was also rude to her, but she was still a slave.
Kagome had just decided to slink away without bothering the temperamental demon when he turned around, the scowl already on his face. She wondered if it ever came off or perhaps it was permanently glued in place.
"Woman, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked.
She hadn't come with ill wishes, but that line made her throw away her ideas of making things better between the lord and her. "It's Kagome, not 'woman,' or is your brain too small to remember that?" She ignored the snarl and continued in answer to his question, "I'm here to pick flowers." Lifting her basket for him to see, she smiled sweetly, "Is that alright with you, my lord?"
He watched as she sighed softly and dropped to the ground, her hand disappearing into the sea of flowers. His mind told him to leave it as is, to turn around and get away. His feet refused to listen as they carried him over to where she was. Sitting there a few feet away from her, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared at her hands. They would bury into the white flowers and emerge with a delicate beauty on thin green stems.
She tried not to sigh again when she noticed him sitting crosslegged with her. As the silence stretched on, she felt ready to explode. Be calm, she told herself, he just wants to make me mad.
"Ne," she asked, "Why do you hate me?"
His head snapped up, eyes going from her hands to her face, but she refused to look at him. Hate her? He didn't hate her, why would he?
"What the hell are you blabbing about girl? Why would I hate you?"
"You're always so rude to me."
He fought the urge to yell. "Look, girl, you're a slave. What is wrong with you? You expecting special treatment or something? You serve me, not the other way around." He knew that wasn't it. She was right, he was the one always picking a fight with her. But hell will freeze over before he ever apologizes to a slave.
"Keh," he snorted, "Well, I don't hate you, okay?"
I can't hate you, no matter how hard I try, his mind bit out. That was the truth of it. He should hate her, for her face he should hate her, but he couldn't! That was why he was so rude.
The uncomfortable silence dragged on again.
"Why are you picking flowers?" He asked.
"You hate me for looking like Kikyou, don't you?" She said at the same time.
"What?" His quiet, furious voice asked. He was trying to be nice and she brings up Kikyou? The girl had a death wish, no doubt. White blinding anger spun through his head. Not now, he didn't want to think about her now. Not with the past haunting him just this morning.
"I look like Kikyou, that's why you hate me." She brought her head up, finally looking him square in the face.
"Bitch," he hissed as his eyes made contact with her brown ones, "What the hell have you heard? Who told you this?"
She couldn't look away from his amber eyes, mesmerized by its deep emotion. A turmoil of love and hate. She was suddenly scared; scared of what she was seeing, of what she was digging through. She should have left well enough alone. After all, curiosity killed the cat.
"I - I don't know anything, just that I look like Kikyou."
His hand snaked out and grasped her harshly, curling around the back of her neck as he yanked her to him. He was not going to run from this face forever. He was so sick of her. He hated her. Kikyou, she should have left, should have taken away all her memories. Hate, betrayal, pain, he was sick of it all.
His face was inches from her own. She could feel the prickle of his claws against her neck, his warm breath against her cheek. She began to tremble, her eyes still locked onto his. "Bitch," he snarled, "You better leave it that way."
He stood up suddenly, dropping her. He had to get out of here before he lost control of himself. Goddamn Kikyou for haunting his memories.
"Wait!" Kagome yelled, overcoming her fear momentarily. Her fingers grasped onto his sleeve. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was really not my place."
He wretched himself from her grasp, mentally restraining himself from kicking her. "Words," he spat out, "What good are they? Do you even know what that means: to be sorry? Don't insult me with your petty words." His expression faltered and Kagome saw the deep sorrow etched there for a split second. "People never mean what they say."
Kagome was speechless as she looked into his age old face. He wasn't childish, not at all. He was so blatantly mature, so full of sadness, anger, and anguish. She could never understand all his pain. She saw the hurt, the guilt, the despair. She wanted to cry from all that was eating away at him, to cry for all he had to go through, and so she did.
The hot tears spilled over, rolling over her cheeks to splatter against white petals. Inu-Yasha recoiled in shock. Was she crying because he had yelled at her? Because he had hurt her? Why was she crying? He hesitantly knelt down next to her, scared to even touch her. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a woman crying.
"H-hey.. d-do-don't cry!" He reached a tentative finger out and poked her quaking shoulders.
"I can't help it!" She choked out, wiping at her tears.
His anger diminished, had been gone the second the wet drops had started forming. "Why?" he demanded, "I'm sorry, okay? Just - just - stop that!"
Kagome laughed. Inu-Yasha stared. Was he really seeing this? She was half choking from her sobs and she was laughing. Was that even physically possible? "I said I was sorry, now please stop, you'll choke to death."
She shook her head, her tears flung about. But at least they had ceased their relentless flow from her eyes. "I'm not crying because of you! I'm crying because - because." she wiped her eyes again, drying them off this time. "Oh - nevermind.."
He stared at her suspiciously, trying to see if she'll burst out in tears again, but she only began picking up flowers and replacing them in her basket. During all that had happened, she had spilled them.
He hesitated again before reaching over and helping her pick up the flowers back up.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at him.
He had never seen her smile before. It transformed her face. Even with her puffy red eyes, the smile worked wonders. The good cheer in her face, the now relaxed atmosphere. He saw something he never noticed before: Kagome. Her face, in all actuality, was completely different from Kikyou's. She was her own person. Inu-Yasha broke into a toothy grin. She wasn't Kikyou, she was Kagome. How could he have been so blind?
"Keh, I just thought you would be exhausted from your breakdown."
She stood up with him and nodded, "Uh huh, okay."
"C'mon," he pointed into the distance, "there are some uh - nice lilacs there."
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Kagome couldn't help grinning as she flounced through the palace with a coughing Sango at her side.
"I'm sick and you haven't stopped smiling. Are you sadistic or something?" Sango muttered as she tried to keep up with her fast pace.
"But Sango, you don't understand. This whole time I thought he was the biggest jerk in the world and he wasn't! And we bonded, I thought that was fantastic, I'm really beginning to like this place. I mean, we don't get abused and the demons don't really mind us."
"That's cuz they have Kaede on our backs. She's worth a million demons considering how she runs the palace with an iron fist."
As the girls passed by a wide open window, Kagome couldn't help but stop. Her eyes honed in on a strange old women. Her hair was long and white, her lips bright, her eyeballs almost protruding from her head. On her back, a long scythe hung there, dangerously glinting in the candlelight.
"Who is that?" Kagome asked Sango as the girl tried to pull her into the shadows.
"You're insane, you know that? We're slaves, not to be seen, get in the shadows."
"Okay, but who is that? The old lady with the scythe?" Kagome shuddered involuntarily. "She creeps me out, to tell you the truth."
Sango shrugged. "Who'd you think you were picking flowers for? That's the Inutaikou's guest for the next few days."
"Hm," Kagome dared another peek into the other room and immediately jumped back. "She - she's staring at me!"
"Yea, well, they ARE demons, they can probably hear us. Let's get out of here, Kagome."
Glancing back at the window one last time, Kagome couldn't shake the feeling that that old woman was.. she couldn't even place her finger on it, but for whatever reason, Kagome could not get the woman out of her head. Ugh, she groaned to herself, of all the people to think about, I had to pick the ugliest looking hag in the room.
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Urasue's eyes swiveled over to the window. She could see with her oddly dark eyes a thin, almost invisible red line coming through. Two of them, she noted on closer examination. Her eyes followed one to the hands of the Inutaikou's first son, the full blooded, regal Sesshoumaru. The second string, she saw, was connected to Inutaikou's second son, Inu-Yasha. Ignoring whatever formalities the Inutaikou was dishing out, she stared intently at the spot which the two threads met. Her close scrutiny paid off as a human girl appeared flittingly in the corner of the wide window.
A grin pulled on the old witch hag's bright red lips. So, she thought lightly, the brothers are bound by fate to battle it out. Breaking out in a light chuckle she couldn't help but think that this would be more fun than she'd had in the past centuries.
"Honored guest," Inutaikou said politely, "Dare I ask what you find amusing?"
"My dear lord," she sneered without meaning to, "You have on your hands a human slave that would prove to be more powerful than even yourself."
And she left it at that, refusing to say anymore about the slave girl.
Indeed, this would prove to be interesting.
:End Chapter 5:
AN: Urasue is the oni-hag that shows up in the 5th and 6th book and the 14th and 15th episode of Inu-Yasha. She's the one that makes the clay bodies. But don't worry if you don't know who she is. She's going to have a different role to play in this story and of course, the next chapter will be devoted to her and her telling of why this story is titled "Fate's Mistake." *grin* The beginning of the chapter, with Inu-Yasha's dream, that will also be explained in due time, but for those of u who have seen the series (which is everyone other than my friends, haha) the beginning describes my interpretation of how Inu-Yasha feels when he turns into a full demon. Still confused? Don't worry, I'll explain as the story progresses.
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Reminder: VOTE FOR PAIRINGS! Inuyasha with Kagome verses Sesshoumaru with Kagome. And a why u chose what you chose would be nice too ^^
AN: Um, let's see, took me a while for this one, sorry. ^^ Not much to say about it. Just that its mainly Inu and kagome bonding this chapter. The beginning part will be strange, but don't worry bout that. And, new character at the end who may play an important role later on, still to be decided tho. o.O she's definitely in the next chappie tho. And last thing, after this chapter, vote on which pairing you want, okay? I'll definitely take into consideration what you guys vote for and why, but in the end I might choose on my own. ^^ but vote still, cuz I'll probably go with ur votes.
But read this chapter first and then vote.
Vote for either Inu-Yasha and Kagome or Sesshoumaru and Kagome.
~~~ Thanks to my reviewers, Vanessa chan, Stacerue, flower, and lirpa. You guys all wrote some really comforting things that were, really really nice! Thank you guys so much. Special thanks to Allegretto for finally reviewing ^^ and your review made me feel like this story was really a "wow" story. Thanks to all! ~~~
Warning: Mild cursing from Inu-Yasha.
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Declaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha.
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Fate's Mistake
Winds of Fortune
Chapter 5
It was dark..crimson. Blood red, black red. Like a painting where the artist went mad and flung red and black paint on the canvas. That was what he felt like; mad, filled with rage, with a need to rip and shred and destroy. His eyes saw the canvas of crazed colors. Was it blood? His or otherwise? He did not know, did not care. He could hear himself breathing heavily. His mouth hung open slightly, his chest expanding and deflating in large rapid breathes. He could hear it cutting through the silence, the sound of air flooding into his mouth and rushing back out. That and the deep thump of his heartbeat pounding against his ears.
Ba-bump
Ba-bump
He didn't "see," but felt. Felt the shapes move closer. His tongue ran lightly over his fangs, tasting blood. The copper taste barely registered in his mind when a piercing shriek rocked his head. It was within him, within his mind. So loud and clashing it was making him insane. He saw red and threw his head, trying to escape the inner noise. In frenzy, he flailed his claws about with deadly accuracy. He felt them barely sink into someone's flesh before he tore away to the next victim. Suddenly, so suddenly, the shriek subsided; his vision began to clear up. He hadn't felt the impact, but now he saw it. An arrow was embedded deep into his chest, taking away his anger as it drained away his blood.
The tangy taste of blood made him sick once his head cleared. He was suddenly thrust back in reality. He saw the trees, the skies, the earth.. the bodies. The pain flooded back to him, making the world spin. What had happened? Looking down, he realized there was a corpse in his arms. His eyes traveled to up to its innate face and he -
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Inu-Yasha yanked the covers back, bolting upright. Sweat poured down his face as he fought to control his uneven breathing, his wildly beating heart. It was just a dream - just a dream, he told himself.
He hated those dreams that nagged at his mind, refusing to give him peace. He knew that when he lost control, he became a full demon, but did he have to dream about the past constantly to caution himself?
By late afternoon, the disturbing dream was still embedded in his thoughts. He dragged himself into the palace's spacious gardens to clear his mind. The feeling of warm flesh and blood ripping apart as his hand drove through them could still be felt. He knew whose corpse it was that he held. It had always been the same, only this was the first time he woke before seeing the face, before feeling the horror that drove through him.
He should be thankful, really, that he didn't have to dream about it again. Maybe he'll eventually stop the dreams altogether. But somehow, the fact that he couldn't exactly be sure of the body in his arms this time disturbed him. Perhaps this time, it wasn't who he thought it was. What if, this time, he killed someone else?
He shook away the foreboding feelings as he found himself in one of his mother's gardens; one that was a sea of white flowers, different kinds of flowers, but all white. He liked to come here when he dreamed. It gave him a sense of peace, like the flowers took away his evil, made him sane again.
He plucked a white rose from one of the bushes, crushing it in his fist. He didn't want to be thinking about the past; about the time he had killed her. [AN: "her" does not refer to his mother.]
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Kagome hummed to herself as she skipped through the palace. Her mood had lightened considerably now. Sango had begun to view her time with Sesshoumaru each afternoon as therapy sessions. It was fun getting to know how to read and she loved it when he read to her while she cleaned his room. His voice was a deep baritone that echoed in her bones.
Skidding along in the hallways, Kagome sometimes wondered if there was anyone living here other than the three demons she knew of: Inutaikou, Sesshoumaru, and Inu-Yasha. Surely there were many servants scurrying around all the time. Yet whenever Kagome went anywhere, the rooms were empty and the corridors clear. The servant's quarters were a different story, though. She had begun viewing the place as home. It was always full and bustling. People scampered in and out of rooms. In the mornings, Kagome would sit with Sango and the rest of the women and men and eat breakfast.
She finally found the opening into the gardens, where she was being sent. Kaede said there would be an important guest that night and that a flower arrangement would be needed. So, Kagome, geared with a huge basket, was sent to the palace gardens to find herself some nice flowers.
She'd never been within the gardens before and her first glimpse awed her. Through the Eastern entrance there was an expanse of Japanese gardens. As far out as she could see, there were trees and flowers, ponds and little bridges, dainty trails and small waterfalls. Following her feet, she eventually came across a huge field of white flowers.
She was so overwhelmed by its beauty that at first she did not see the man feet away from her.
Her breath caught as she stared at the white haired demon before her. It couldn't be Sesshoumaru whose six and a half foot tall body would loom over that of the lord before her. Lord Inutaikyou perhaps? Her eyes traveled to the ears. Ah, the half demon, Lord Inu-Yasha. Kaede had constantly warned her about this member of the demonic family. Not that she needed a warning. The two times she ever met him, he had appeared to be childish, rude, despicably mean, arrogant, good for nothing, loud mouthed, stupid..she could go on, but it would take days to list all his bad traits.
Inu-Yasha breathed in deeply, reassuring himself. Her scent was familiar, but at the same time different. No, she was definitely not Kikyou. He figured she didn't realize his nose had already detected her long before she stepped into the gardens. Was she going to stand there forever and stare at his back? She was rude for a slave. In fact, she was the most infuriating person he ever knew. He'd only met her twice, but both times she had yelled at him! She forgets her place, he thought angrily. He looked down at the white flowers at his feet. Well, perhaps he was also rude to her, but she was still a slave.
Kagome had just decided to slink away without bothering the temperamental demon when he turned around, the scowl already on his face. She wondered if it ever came off or perhaps it was permanently glued in place.
"Woman, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked.
She hadn't come with ill wishes, but that line made her throw away her ideas of making things better between the lord and her. "It's Kagome, not 'woman,' or is your brain too small to remember that?" She ignored the snarl and continued in answer to his question, "I'm here to pick flowers." Lifting her basket for him to see, she smiled sweetly, "Is that alright with you, my lord?"
He watched as she sighed softly and dropped to the ground, her hand disappearing into the sea of flowers. His mind told him to leave it as is, to turn around and get away. His feet refused to listen as they carried him over to where she was. Sitting there a few feet away from her, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared at her hands. They would bury into the white flowers and emerge with a delicate beauty on thin green stems.
She tried not to sigh again when she noticed him sitting crosslegged with her. As the silence stretched on, she felt ready to explode. Be calm, she told herself, he just wants to make me mad.
"Ne," she asked, "Why do you hate me?"
His head snapped up, eyes going from her hands to her face, but she refused to look at him. Hate her? He didn't hate her, why would he?
"What the hell are you blabbing about girl? Why would I hate you?"
"You're always so rude to me."
He fought the urge to yell. "Look, girl, you're a slave. What is wrong with you? You expecting special treatment or something? You serve me, not the other way around." He knew that wasn't it. She was right, he was the one always picking a fight with her. But hell will freeze over before he ever apologizes to a slave.
"Keh," he snorted, "Well, I don't hate you, okay?"
I can't hate you, no matter how hard I try, his mind bit out. That was the truth of it. He should hate her, for her face he should hate her, but he couldn't! That was why he was so rude.
The uncomfortable silence dragged on again.
"Why are you picking flowers?" He asked.
"You hate me for looking like Kikyou, don't you?" She said at the same time.
"What?" His quiet, furious voice asked. He was trying to be nice and she brings up Kikyou? The girl had a death wish, no doubt. White blinding anger spun through his head. Not now, he didn't want to think about her now. Not with the past haunting him just this morning.
"I look like Kikyou, that's why you hate me." She brought her head up, finally looking him square in the face.
"Bitch," he hissed as his eyes made contact with her brown ones, "What the hell have you heard? Who told you this?"
She couldn't look away from his amber eyes, mesmerized by its deep emotion. A turmoil of love and hate. She was suddenly scared; scared of what she was seeing, of what she was digging through. She should have left well enough alone. After all, curiosity killed the cat.
"I - I don't know anything, just that I look like Kikyou."
His hand snaked out and grasped her harshly, curling around the back of her neck as he yanked her to him. He was not going to run from this face forever. He was so sick of her. He hated her. Kikyou, she should have left, should have taken away all her memories. Hate, betrayal, pain, he was sick of it all.
His face was inches from her own. She could feel the prickle of his claws against her neck, his warm breath against her cheek. She began to tremble, her eyes still locked onto his. "Bitch," he snarled, "You better leave it that way."
He stood up suddenly, dropping her. He had to get out of here before he lost control of himself. Goddamn Kikyou for haunting his memories.
"Wait!" Kagome yelled, overcoming her fear momentarily. Her fingers grasped onto his sleeve. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was really not my place."
He wretched himself from her grasp, mentally restraining himself from kicking her. "Words," he spat out, "What good are they? Do you even know what that means: to be sorry? Don't insult me with your petty words." His expression faltered and Kagome saw the deep sorrow etched there for a split second. "People never mean what they say."
Kagome was speechless as she looked into his age old face. He wasn't childish, not at all. He was so blatantly mature, so full of sadness, anger, and anguish. She could never understand all his pain. She saw the hurt, the guilt, the despair. She wanted to cry from all that was eating away at him, to cry for all he had to go through, and so she did.
The hot tears spilled over, rolling over her cheeks to splatter against white petals. Inu-Yasha recoiled in shock. Was she crying because he had yelled at her? Because he had hurt her? Why was she crying? He hesitantly knelt down next to her, scared to even touch her. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a woman crying.
"H-hey.. d-do-don't cry!" He reached a tentative finger out and poked her quaking shoulders.
"I can't help it!" She choked out, wiping at her tears.
His anger diminished, had been gone the second the wet drops had started forming. "Why?" he demanded, "I'm sorry, okay? Just - just - stop that!"
Kagome laughed. Inu-Yasha stared. Was he really seeing this? She was half choking from her sobs and she was laughing. Was that even physically possible? "I said I was sorry, now please stop, you'll choke to death."
She shook her head, her tears flung about. But at least they had ceased their relentless flow from her eyes. "I'm not crying because of you! I'm crying because - because." she wiped her eyes again, drying them off this time. "Oh - nevermind.."
He stared at her suspiciously, trying to see if she'll burst out in tears again, but she only began picking up flowers and replacing them in her basket. During all that had happened, she had spilled them.
He hesitated again before reaching over and helping her pick up the flowers back up.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at him.
He had never seen her smile before. It transformed her face. Even with her puffy red eyes, the smile worked wonders. The good cheer in her face, the now relaxed atmosphere. He saw something he never noticed before: Kagome. Her face, in all actuality, was completely different from Kikyou's. She was her own person. Inu-Yasha broke into a toothy grin. She wasn't Kikyou, she was Kagome. How could he have been so blind?
"Keh, I just thought you would be exhausted from your breakdown."
She stood up with him and nodded, "Uh huh, okay."
"C'mon," he pointed into the distance, "there are some uh - nice lilacs there."
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Kagome couldn't help grinning as she flounced through the palace with a coughing Sango at her side.
"I'm sick and you haven't stopped smiling. Are you sadistic or something?" Sango muttered as she tried to keep up with her fast pace.
"But Sango, you don't understand. This whole time I thought he was the biggest jerk in the world and he wasn't! And we bonded, I thought that was fantastic, I'm really beginning to like this place. I mean, we don't get abused and the demons don't really mind us."
"That's cuz they have Kaede on our backs. She's worth a million demons considering how she runs the palace with an iron fist."
As the girls passed by a wide open window, Kagome couldn't help but stop. Her eyes honed in on a strange old women. Her hair was long and white, her lips bright, her eyeballs almost protruding from her head. On her back, a long scythe hung there, dangerously glinting in the candlelight.
"Who is that?" Kagome asked Sango as the girl tried to pull her into the shadows.
"You're insane, you know that? We're slaves, not to be seen, get in the shadows."
"Okay, but who is that? The old lady with the scythe?" Kagome shuddered involuntarily. "She creeps me out, to tell you the truth."
Sango shrugged. "Who'd you think you were picking flowers for? That's the Inutaikou's guest for the next few days."
"Hm," Kagome dared another peek into the other room and immediately jumped back. "She - she's staring at me!"
"Yea, well, they ARE demons, they can probably hear us. Let's get out of here, Kagome."
Glancing back at the window one last time, Kagome couldn't shake the feeling that that old woman was.. she couldn't even place her finger on it, but for whatever reason, Kagome could not get the woman out of her head. Ugh, she groaned to herself, of all the people to think about, I had to pick the ugliest looking hag in the room.
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Urasue's eyes swiveled over to the window. She could see with her oddly dark eyes a thin, almost invisible red line coming through. Two of them, she noted on closer examination. Her eyes followed one to the hands of the Inutaikou's first son, the full blooded, regal Sesshoumaru. The second string, she saw, was connected to Inutaikou's second son, Inu-Yasha. Ignoring whatever formalities the Inutaikou was dishing out, she stared intently at the spot which the two threads met. Her close scrutiny paid off as a human girl appeared flittingly in the corner of the wide window.
A grin pulled on the old witch hag's bright red lips. So, she thought lightly, the brothers are bound by fate to battle it out. Breaking out in a light chuckle she couldn't help but think that this would be more fun than she'd had in the past centuries.
"Honored guest," Inutaikou said politely, "Dare I ask what you find amusing?"
"My dear lord," she sneered without meaning to, "You have on your hands a human slave that would prove to be more powerful than even yourself."
And she left it at that, refusing to say anymore about the slave girl.
Indeed, this would prove to be interesting.
:End Chapter 5:
AN: Urasue is the oni-hag that shows up in the 5th and 6th book and the 14th and 15th episode of Inu-Yasha. She's the one that makes the clay bodies. But don't worry if you don't know who she is. She's going to have a different role to play in this story and of course, the next chapter will be devoted to her and her telling of why this story is titled "Fate's Mistake." *grin* The beginning of the chapter, with Inu-Yasha's dream, that will also be explained in due time, but for those of u who have seen the series (which is everyone other than my friends, haha) the beginning describes my interpretation of how Inu-Yasha feels when he turns into a full demon. Still confused? Don't worry, I'll explain as the story progresses.
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Reminder: VOTE FOR PAIRINGS! Inuyasha with Kagome verses Sesshoumaru with Kagome. And a why u chose what you chose would be nice too ^^
