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: First of all, I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to update and its still so short. -_- Writers block is a writers worst enemy. I hope this chap is alright tho, because I was confused as to what to write. I spent many days staring at the comp screen trying to dig up a story. Whew, glad this is done with. Again, so sorry for the long wait! I swear I try never to wait this long to write a chappie.
Thanks to my reviewers: Kousagi-chan, Fire Kitsune, Samara-chan, and LadyYome. You guys are like a super support system that keeps me going when I have no motivation. Thanks for your reviews, they really do mean a lot to me. You have no idea. ^^
Thank you yoitzjgirl and Allegretto! You guys rock!
Clow Angel – you are such an awesome reviewer! Thx for searching for me or whatnot. Thx for supporting me. Thx for reading me weirdo fic. ^^ Thanks for everything!!
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Fate's Mistake
Winds of Fortune
Chapter 7
Hiss, went the cat, its twin tails twitching in the air. Kagome drummed her fingers on the floor as the yellow kitty pounced on them, claws carefully retracted.
"Kirara," Kagome murmured, tickling the demon cat under the chin. Kirara blinked her gigantic red eyes up at the human. "Isn't love so bothersome?" The kitty cocked her head slightly to the side before letting a small meow escape her. Kagome sighed. "You're absolutely right. I'm being silly."
"Do you always talk to yourself?"
She spun around sharply, her black hair whipping around as she scowled at the intruder. "Idiot, don't scare me like that!"
"Isn't that what you always do to me? Creep up from behind and just stare at me?"
Kagome huffed, turning a little red, "I – I do not!"
She turned away from the doorway, picking up Kirara and cradling the soft kitty to her neck, when he didn't answer.
Inu-Yasha stood there against the wooden frame of the door, watching the human's back. After a long time, he sucked in some air and asked what he came to ask. "Have you been avoiding me?" It wasn't that he cared or anything, but the absence of her scent bothered him. It was just different, not seeing the stupid girl all over the place. The palace was definitely not the same without the annoying human to bicker with.
Kagome carefully tucked a lock of hair behind her ears and placed Kirara on the floor, letting the cat scamper away. "I – I've been doing no such thing."
Inu-Yasha took a step closer to her, willing her to turn around. Why can't she face him while she's speaking? "Kagome," his voice sounded rough even to himself. He paused a little and was curiously satisfied to see her turn her head a fraction toward his direction. "You.. you really haven't then?"
Her face was red now, she never was good at lying. But she decided there was one weapon she could use against him that would never in a million years work with Sesshoumaru. "What, did you miss me?"
It was amazing how predictive the hanyou was. He drew himself up, scoffing a little. "Hah! You wish. I was just thinking how the place actually seemed really clean now, compared to the mess some klutz used to always make."
She turned to him now, seeing that, as she had predicted, his nose was stuck high in the air, his arms folded in front of him. She let a chuckle escape her lips. "Thanks."
He noticed the strange tone of voice she was using. Dropping his arms, he took another step toward her. "Kagome, are you okay?"
"What are you talking about?" She scowled at him.
"Well, you're just going to let me call you a klutz."
She smiled, though it looked pained, and nodded vigorously. It was all so fake, even he, the insensitive Inu-Yasha, could see through it.
He plucked himself down on the floor of her dinky little room. "So, this is where you live." He sniffed importantly, "It's awfully small." There was a long pause, yet again. To Inu-Yasha, it was awkward. He could never stand the silence. He exploded suddenly, yelling at her, "Just what is wrong with you?!"
Kagome, looked down at her hands. "Uh.. can I ask you a personal question?" She waited nervously for his answer. But she really had to ask, she really needed to know.
Inu-Yasha's eyes narrowed. "What kind of question?"
"Will you tell me about Kikyou?"
He shot to his feet so fast, Kagome saw him as a blur. "Wait!" She cried out, "I'm – I really have to know. I'm not prying, I swear. Will you please tell me?"
He glared down at her. He knew he should, but strangely enough, he felt nothing. He didn't feel the usual anger that cascaded through him when he thought of Kikyou. He didn't feel a need to destroy anything and everything around him. For some strange reason, he was completely calm. It was as though he had stepped through some barrier and ended up in someone's dream. "There's nothing to say."
But he told her anyway.
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The sky was amazing in that time of year. All clear crystalline blue without a drop of cloud anywhere. When the sun set, it was like watching a gigantic rainbow paint itself across the horizon. The leaves turn bright red, casting a golden hue all about. Inu-Yasha watched the human beside him. They weren't really doing anything, just sitting there and staring out in the distance. It was one of those times when he wondered why humans enjoy sitting around and doing nothing.
She turned to him and smiled ever so slightly, enjoying sitting there with him.
He would watch the sun set with her everyday just to see her so content. Sure, he thought it was stupid, but heck, he'd go to the ends of the world to make her smile.
"Let us go back, my lord Inu-Yasha." She said; her voice soft like it always was.
He didn't tell her he loved her. He didn't say how much he enjoyed being with her. He didn't let her know how he would die for her. He nodded, and stood with her to return to the palace.
In her presence, he always felt like a child. She was so mature, so beautiful, so sure of everything. He was crashing blindly through life while she had such utter control of it. It wasn't really love, was it? Perhaps, just admiration.
He walked her to the servant's quarters of the palace. She bowed to him, and turned to walk away, but his hand reached out, and pulled her back to him and into his embrace. She was surprised, no doubt, at the gentle arms that encircled her. For a moment, he just stared down at her perfect face. Then his head lowered and for the briefest moment, their lips touched. They stood there for a very long time, just feeling the presence of one another. That was when she told him she loved him. He breathed her scent in, drowning himself in it, memorizing its every aspect. He felt so calm, so peaceful, so at ease with her. Perhaps, this truly was love. Gently, she pulled out of his arms, and bowing again, she left.
A week later, his father decided to bring his life crashing down around him.
"Inu-Yasha, I realize that you have grown close to the human by the name of Kikyou," his father had said gravely, "so it pains me to tell you that we will be offering her to Lord Naraku of the Southern Lands."
He froze and everything else in the world seemed to freeze with him. Was it possible that his father would do this to him? Would he have to watch Kikyou leave him?
"Son, I know how –"
"You have no fucking idea."
He'd crossed the line with the smart choice of language, but his father, surprisingly, ignored him.
"Why are you giving our slave to Naraku?" Inu-Yasha lashed out. He was confused, lost, unsure.
"To keep the peace. He had his sights on the slave girl Kikyou and refused to accept any other in her place." The Inutaikou reached a hand out to his youngest son, but Inu-Yasha rudely backed away from it. "I am sorry. I tried to dissuade him, but could not."
Inu-Yasha ran. His feet carried him out of his father's meeting room, down the halls and corridors, past surprised servants, and finally out into the open air. "Damn, damn, damn," he repeated over and over again. Damnit, the world was conspiring against him. Did no one care? Hadn't he spent his entire childhood being teased and bullied around? Hadn't he already suffered enough? Inu-Yasha had thought that his father would understand. He thought his father loved him. But what the fuck was love? His father didn't care about his sons. In the end, it was always work before family.
Damnit.
"My lord?"
He looked at her as she walked up to him. Looked at her hard, trying to find some fault to her.
"So you have heard of the news?" Kikyou asked lightly.
How could she be so calm now? His mind faltered. Does she really love him? "Why are you so calm? Does this not bother you?"
She suddenly threw her head back and laughed. It sounded strange coming from her. He hadn't thought about it, but he had actually never heard her laugh before. It was a sinister laugh, not at all like the purity he always saw in her. In fact, there was something about her that seemed changed. "Hanyou, why should it bother me?"
He saw what he wanted to see, a beautiful face that looked like she loved him, but he knew what it really was. So suddenly he saw her and she did not look so beautiful. The mask fell away and all that was left was her porcelain white skin, and her unfeeling eyes. She never loved him. She couldn't love him. "You –"
"I don't love you, I never loved you, I will never love you. It does not bother me." She smiled at him as though he were a child. "I'm going to live with Lord Naraku now, and he is the one I love."
This was not happening, Inu-Yasha's mind screamed out. This could not be happening. It was a bad dream, a nightmare. Everything – impossible! Everything fell out of place. It was as though in the few moments he had had to process the information of Kikyou leaving, chaos broke through. She was crazy, she wasn't in the right state of mind, she was hurting him unnecessarily.. she was – she was everything he thought he ever wanted. Was he wrong? Had he been wrong?
She smiled bitterly at him. "Sorry, my lord, I guess we weren't meant to be."
He drew away from her. Stepping back, almost tripping over his feet in his haste to get away from her. "Do not call me that," he hissed out painfully, "I am no more your lord than you are my slave."
Don't call me anything anymore.
He was running again, from everyone. He'd always been running, always trying to escape the world, to escape reality. His eyes squeezed shut and to his horror, tears fell from them. It was his human side, getting all worked up. He never should have allowed himself to get close to a human. He was weak, just like Sesshoumaru always told him. Feeling is a sign of weakness. He needed to hurt something, he needed to do some damage. He needed to feed this sudden hunger for violence. He'd been passive for too long. He'd been passive for Kikyou for much too long.
What a fool he'd been. He thought as he ran from everything.
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Inu-Yasha was surprised to find that Kagome had somehow ended up cradling him. She was crying, another shocker, and rocking him back and forth. He stopped talking, not wanting to reveal anymore. "I can't say anymore, maybe in the future, but not now." He added, "And why are you crying?"
Throughout his retelling, he had not felt anything. Though it seemed like slowly the feeling was creeping back into him. It was as though he went numb for a while. He felt relieved and drained.
"I'm crying for you." She answered. Her head rested on his white one as her tears slid down. How much he had to suffer through. She could understand now why Inu-Yasha had hated her so much at first glance. If she resembled the girl from the past, no wonder Inu-Yasha hated her. No wonder his eyes sparked and his fists clenched every time someone mentioned her name. "I'm so sorry. So sorry you had to go through all that."
Inu-Yasha scowled. He didn't mind being hugged by Kagome, as shocking as that was, but he didn't like all this pity he was getting from her. "It's not that big of a deal. I've already survived it." He pushed her away from him, finally, exasperated. "Look, its okay, alright? Don't pity me. I don't need your pity."
He pulled away from her. One second he was calm, the next he felt suffocated. Time to get away from her, his mind said. And he was out the door.
"Hey!" Kagome called, but he was already gone. She leapt to her feet and followed in hot pursuit. A guy does not just spill his heart and then run away. Perhaps he needed some privacy, some time alone, her mind tried to reason. No, she wasn't going to let him get away after saying that. She didn't know what she wanted from him, but she was definitely going to have a nice long chat with him.
If she had to decide who to fall in love with, she hoped she could help mend some hearts while she's at it.
Her headlong flight down the marble corridors was halted as a hand snatched out of nowhere and grabbed her.
"!!!" She couldn't even scream, her voice muffled by the hand that had snaked around her and was gripping her mouth tightly. She was yanked unceremoniously into a room as another arm curled around her waist and kept her locked there.
Her eyes flitted around the dark room in fear.
Great, just great, now she was going to be kidnapped on top of all her worries.
:End Chapter 7:
AN: o.O I tried. -_- I was so lost as to what to write. I hope this is okay.
AN: First of all, I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to update and its still so short. -_- Writers block is a writers worst enemy. I hope this chap is alright tho, because I was confused as to what to write. I spent many days staring at the comp screen trying to dig up a story. Whew, glad this is done with. Again, so sorry for the long wait! I swear I try never to wait this long to write a chappie.
Thanks to my reviewers: Kousagi-chan, Fire Kitsune, Samara-chan, and LadyYome. You guys are like a super support system that keeps me going when I have no motivation. Thanks for your reviews, they really do mean a lot to me. You have no idea. ^^
Thank you yoitzjgirl and Allegretto! You guys rock!
Clow Angel – you are such an awesome reviewer! Thx for searching for me or whatnot. Thx for supporting me. Thx for reading me weirdo fic. ^^ Thanks for everything!!
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Votes so far:
Sesshoumaru – 7
Inu-Yasha – 3
Kagome dying - 2
Vote for either Inu-Yasha and Kagome or Sesshoumaru and Kagome pairings. You can also choose to kill Kagome. ^^
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Declaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha.
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Fate's Mistake
Winds of Fortune
Chapter 7
Hiss, went the cat, its twin tails twitching in the air. Kagome drummed her fingers on the floor as the yellow kitty pounced on them, claws carefully retracted.
"Kirara," Kagome murmured, tickling the demon cat under the chin. Kirara blinked her gigantic red eyes up at the human. "Isn't love so bothersome?" The kitty cocked her head slightly to the side before letting a small meow escape her. Kagome sighed. "You're absolutely right. I'm being silly."
"Do you always talk to yourself?"
She spun around sharply, her black hair whipping around as she scowled at the intruder. "Idiot, don't scare me like that!"
"Isn't that what you always do to me? Creep up from behind and just stare at me?"
Kagome huffed, turning a little red, "I – I do not!"
She turned away from the doorway, picking up Kirara and cradling the soft kitty to her neck, when he didn't answer.
Inu-Yasha stood there against the wooden frame of the door, watching the human's back. After a long time, he sucked in some air and asked what he came to ask. "Have you been avoiding me?" It wasn't that he cared or anything, but the absence of her scent bothered him. It was just different, not seeing the stupid girl all over the place. The palace was definitely not the same without the annoying human to bicker with.
Kagome carefully tucked a lock of hair behind her ears and placed Kirara on the floor, letting the cat scamper away. "I – I've been doing no such thing."
Inu-Yasha took a step closer to her, willing her to turn around. Why can't she face him while she's speaking? "Kagome," his voice sounded rough even to himself. He paused a little and was curiously satisfied to see her turn her head a fraction toward his direction. "You.. you really haven't then?"
Her face was red now, she never was good at lying. But she decided there was one weapon she could use against him that would never in a million years work with Sesshoumaru. "What, did you miss me?"
It was amazing how predictive the hanyou was. He drew himself up, scoffing a little. "Hah! You wish. I was just thinking how the place actually seemed really clean now, compared to the mess some klutz used to always make."
She turned to him now, seeing that, as she had predicted, his nose was stuck high in the air, his arms folded in front of him. She let a chuckle escape her lips. "Thanks."
He noticed the strange tone of voice she was using. Dropping his arms, he took another step toward her. "Kagome, are you okay?"
"What are you talking about?" She scowled at him.
"Well, you're just going to let me call you a klutz."
She smiled, though it looked pained, and nodded vigorously. It was all so fake, even he, the insensitive Inu-Yasha, could see through it.
He plucked himself down on the floor of her dinky little room. "So, this is where you live." He sniffed importantly, "It's awfully small." There was a long pause, yet again. To Inu-Yasha, it was awkward. He could never stand the silence. He exploded suddenly, yelling at her, "Just what is wrong with you?!"
Kagome, looked down at her hands. "Uh.. can I ask you a personal question?" She waited nervously for his answer. But she really had to ask, she really needed to know.
Inu-Yasha's eyes narrowed. "What kind of question?"
"Will you tell me about Kikyou?"
He shot to his feet so fast, Kagome saw him as a blur. "Wait!" She cried out, "I'm – I really have to know. I'm not prying, I swear. Will you please tell me?"
He glared down at her. He knew he should, but strangely enough, he felt nothing. He didn't feel the usual anger that cascaded through him when he thought of Kikyou. He didn't feel a need to destroy anything and everything around him. For some strange reason, he was completely calm. It was as though he had stepped through some barrier and ended up in someone's dream. "There's nothing to say."
But he told her anyway.
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The sky was amazing in that time of year. All clear crystalline blue without a drop of cloud anywhere. When the sun set, it was like watching a gigantic rainbow paint itself across the horizon. The leaves turn bright red, casting a golden hue all about. Inu-Yasha watched the human beside him. They weren't really doing anything, just sitting there and staring out in the distance. It was one of those times when he wondered why humans enjoy sitting around and doing nothing.
She turned to him and smiled ever so slightly, enjoying sitting there with him.
He would watch the sun set with her everyday just to see her so content. Sure, he thought it was stupid, but heck, he'd go to the ends of the world to make her smile.
"Let us go back, my lord Inu-Yasha." She said; her voice soft like it always was.
He didn't tell her he loved her. He didn't say how much he enjoyed being with her. He didn't let her know how he would die for her. He nodded, and stood with her to return to the palace.
In her presence, he always felt like a child. She was so mature, so beautiful, so sure of everything. He was crashing blindly through life while she had such utter control of it. It wasn't really love, was it? Perhaps, just admiration.
He walked her to the servant's quarters of the palace. She bowed to him, and turned to walk away, but his hand reached out, and pulled her back to him and into his embrace. She was surprised, no doubt, at the gentle arms that encircled her. For a moment, he just stared down at her perfect face. Then his head lowered and for the briefest moment, their lips touched. They stood there for a very long time, just feeling the presence of one another. That was when she told him she loved him. He breathed her scent in, drowning himself in it, memorizing its every aspect. He felt so calm, so peaceful, so at ease with her. Perhaps, this truly was love. Gently, she pulled out of his arms, and bowing again, she left.
A week later, his father decided to bring his life crashing down around him.
"Inu-Yasha, I realize that you have grown close to the human by the name of Kikyou," his father had said gravely, "so it pains me to tell you that we will be offering her to Lord Naraku of the Southern Lands."
He froze and everything else in the world seemed to freeze with him. Was it possible that his father would do this to him? Would he have to watch Kikyou leave him?
"Son, I know how –"
"You have no fucking idea."
He'd crossed the line with the smart choice of language, but his father, surprisingly, ignored him.
"Why are you giving our slave to Naraku?" Inu-Yasha lashed out. He was confused, lost, unsure.
"To keep the peace. He had his sights on the slave girl Kikyou and refused to accept any other in her place." The Inutaikou reached a hand out to his youngest son, but Inu-Yasha rudely backed away from it. "I am sorry. I tried to dissuade him, but could not."
Inu-Yasha ran. His feet carried him out of his father's meeting room, down the halls and corridors, past surprised servants, and finally out into the open air. "Damn, damn, damn," he repeated over and over again. Damnit, the world was conspiring against him. Did no one care? Hadn't he spent his entire childhood being teased and bullied around? Hadn't he already suffered enough? Inu-Yasha had thought that his father would understand. He thought his father loved him. But what the fuck was love? His father didn't care about his sons. In the end, it was always work before family.
Damnit.
"My lord?"
He looked at her as she walked up to him. Looked at her hard, trying to find some fault to her.
"So you have heard of the news?" Kikyou asked lightly.
How could she be so calm now? His mind faltered. Does she really love him? "Why are you so calm? Does this not bother you?"
She suddenly threw her head back and laughed. It sounded strange coming from her. He hadn't thought about it, but he had actually never heard her laugh before. It was a sinister laugh, not at all like the purity he always saw in her. In fact, there was something about her that seemed changed. "Hanyou, why should it bother me?"
He saw what he wanted to see, a beautiful face that looked like she loved him, but he knew what it really was. So suddenly he saw her and she did not look so beautiful. The mask fell away and all that was left was her porcelain white skin, and her unfeeling eyes. She never loved him. She couldn't love him. "You –"
"I don't love you, I never loved you, I will never love you. It does not bother me." She smiled at him as though he were a child. "I'm going to live with Lord Naraku now, and he is the one I love."
This was not happening, Inu-Yasha's mind screamed out. This could not be happening. It was a bad dream, a nightmare. Everything – impossible! Everything fell out of place. It was as though in the few moments he had had to process the information of Kikyou leaving, chaos broke through. She was crazy, she wasn't in the right state of mind, she was hurting him unnecessarily.. she was – she was everything he thought he ever wanted. Was he wrong? Had he been wrong?
She smiled bitterly at him. "Sorry, my lord, I guess we weren't meant to be."
He drew away from her. Stepping back, almost tripping over his feet in his haste to get away from her. "Do not call me that," he hissed out painfully, "I am no more your lord than you are my slave."
Don't call me anything anymore.
He was running again, from everyone. He'd always been running, always trying to escape the world, to escape reality. His eyes squeezed shut and to his horror, tears fell from them. It was his human side, getting all worked up. He never should have allowed himself to get close to a human. He was weak, just like Sesshoumaru always told him. Feeling is a sign of weakness. He needed to hurt something, he needed to do some damage. He needed to feed this sudden hunger for violence. He'd been passive for too long. He'd been passive for Kikyou for much too long.
What a fool he'd been. He thought as he ran from everything.
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Inu-Yasha was surprised to find that Kagome had somehow ended up cradling him. She was crying, another shocker, and rocking him back and forth. He stopped talking, not wanting to reveal anymore. "I can't say anymore, maybe in the future, but not now." He added, "And why are you crying?"
Throughout his retelling, he had not felt anything. Though it seemed like slowly the feeling was creeping back into him. It was as though he went numb for a while. He felt relieved and drained.
"I'm crying for you." She answered. Her head rested on his white one as her tears slid down. How much he had to suffer through. She could understand now why Inu-Yasha had hated her so much at first glance. If she resembled the girl from the past, no wonder Inu-Yasha hated her. No wonder his eyes sparked and his fists clenched every time someone mentioned her name. "I'm so sorry. So sorry you had to go through all that."
Inu-Yasha scowled. He didn't mind being hugged by Kagome, as shocking as that was, but he didn't like all this pity he was getting from her. "It's not that big of a deal. I've already survived it." He pushed her away from him, finally, exasperated. "Look, its okay, alright? Don't pity me. I don't need your pity."
He pulled away from her. One second he was calm, the next he felt suffocated. Time to get away from her, his mind said. And he was out the door.
"Hey!" Kagome called, but he was already gone. She leapt to her feet and followed in hot pursuit. A guy does not just spill his heart and then run away. Perhaps he needed some privacy, some time alone, her mind tried to reason. No, she wasn't going to let him get away after saying that. She didn't know what she wanted from him, but she was definitely going to have a nice long chat with him.
If she had to decide who to fall in love with, she hoped she could help mend some hearts while she's at it.
Her headlong flight down the marble corridors was halted as a hand snatched out of nowhere and grabbed her.
"!!!" She couldn't even scream, her voice muffled by the hand that had snaked around her and was gripping her mouth tightly. She was yanked unceremoniously into a room as another arm curled around her waist and kept her locked there.
Her eyes flitted around the dark room in fear.
Great, just great, now she was going to be kidnapped on top of all her worries.
:End Chapter 7:
AN: o.O I tried. -_- I was so lost as to what to write. I hope this is okay.
