HI!!! This chapter may contain some fluff, but only minor, so you Hentai people go away,(Threatens with cattle prod) It may be a little angsty too, depending on your mood. I want to give a VERY special shout out to some people, although it most definately doesn't matter to most of you anyway.
Jessie- maybe I do have time for email after all,
Steph- Never used your name in a shout out before, thought you wouldn't mind that much (I usually refer to her as Kizoona' or Izauna', but she is already so preoccupied with people bugging her to teach them HTML and such, that I thought I'd leave any contact info out of it.) She likes to be called Kizna Nekura (sorry if I spelled it wrong)
Anime Fan Girl- HEY!! What's up?!
Ryan- never put you in a shout out before... just thought it may be interesting to see your reaction... XD
Chapter 30:
I Swear I Saw You Cry
Sango clutched her aching stomach. She nor Miroku had much to eat over the past two days. An overjoyed expression spread across her face. Smoke was rising through the hole in the roof. A fleeting thought of a breakfast of rice and maybe Keade's good soup flicked through her mind.
C'mon, Miroku, they may have breakfast! She cried over to him, quickening her pace. He muttered glumly about something, but continued on anyway.
As she pulled aside the door covering, the idea of breakfast ran from her head, as did the blood from her face. Kagome was draped over a very pale looking Inu-yasha, as a feeble fire began to flicker. Sango covered her mouth as not to scream when she saw the about of blood covering the floor boards. She turned and looked at Miroku who had just entered.
Oh my. He managed to squeak.
Sango crept over to Kagome. She was out cold, and her hand was messily bandaged. Sango noticed the bandage covered her wrist as well. She bent lower, and uncovered the wound. It was a neat cut from the very base of her thumb to the heel of her hand. She had slit her wrist.
From the evidence given, Miroku and Sango were safe to assume that the wounds on Inu-yasha had bled alot. In Kagome's state of confusion, she had slit her own wrists and held them close to the wound. After about 15 minutes, she felt dizzy and wrapped the incision with her other hand. She collapsed on him, not covering his injuries back up. Fortunately they were both barely alive, so Miroku and Sango got to work cleaning and bandaging the wounds properly. Due to their own Fatigue, Miroku and Sango did the best they could, set up beds for all four of them and fell asleep. Subconsciously, Inu-yasha pulled Kagome to him in a tight embrace.
It had been nearly a whole week, and Kagome and Inu-yasha were coming along great. Inu-yasha's wounds were near healing, and Kagome's wrist was coming along well without any infections. When Miroku and Sango left the room, Inu-yasha and Kagome would sit for hours watching each other. Occasionally saying something, but most of the time just basking in each other's company.
Kagome stared unblinkingly into Inu-yasha's golden pools of light, trying to etch every detail into her brain. She had lost him just a week ago, and she wanted to remember. She blushed, and for the first time looked away.
She inhaled sharply when a rough, calloused hand gripped hers.
He muttered, scooting closer. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. She looked up into those amber orbs that she loved so dearly. His eyes seemed to give away his emotions, they were shimmering in an odd way she had seen some time before.
I was scared, Kagome. He took her hand and flipped it over. He traced over the dark, healing slit. Don't try that ever again. Her blush deepened, and she cursed herself because he noticed. The look on his face was...
I love you, Kagome. He muttered, pulling her into a light embrace. She shuddered, feeling the pleasure of being warm again. She hid her face in his haori, and wrapped her arms around him as well.
I-I can't help it.' She thought, a lump forming in her throat. She let the tears come, cascading down her cheeks, wetting his haori a great deal. Wracking sobs shook her and she held him to her.
Wha-?' Inu-yasha just sat, stunned. He attempted to comfort her by rubbing small circles on her back. he managed, hushing her. It'll be ok...
No, no it's not ok.' She thought, crying harder. No matter how tight she held him, he would always go away eventually, he...
She slowly drew away from him, tears running freely from her eyes now. She looked at him, her eyes red and puffy, her eye lashes stuck together from the tears. Her misery was prominent, and her lip was pouted. Noticing, he leaned closer, their noses pressed together. She hiccuped, and shifted her eyes. He frowned.
If only he knew what is is like.' Her heart gave an unpleasant jolt when she felt something soft brush against her lips, only briefly. She looked at him, as he smiled unsure. Kagome hugged him, her tears long gone.
He wrapped his arms around her and they both felt as if they were going to melt together. He tucked her head under his chin, as she slipped her hands into his haori, soaking in his warmth. Inu-yasha planted a kiss on her forehead. He blinked two silver tears from the corner of his eyes, wetting her cheeks even more. She lifted her head and she caught him doing something he never wanted her to see. Two more tears fell from his eyes, and splashed in her waiting hands.
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