I haven't written anything more on Red Eyes in a long time, so I will
continue. Whoever is going to be in the story will have to wait until
chapter five or so, when I figure a way to put you guys there! Until then,
R+R this for me!
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Kagome thought it was over. A snake demon's head, fangs gleaming red with blood and poison, shot towards her. She grimaced for impact.
She could feel cold blood on her arms she was using to block whatever came at her. She looked at them, to find no puncture wounds at all. Instead, Yami had thrown himself at the vicious demon, cleaving the head off with aged vampire claws. The blood was his, for he wore no more shirt, just tatters from where the snake ripped at his torso with fangs and body. She couldn't help but cringe as more scars became visible at this angle. He walked towards her.
Ever so gently, he scooped her up, placed her backpack on his shoulder and began walking. She stared at his bare chest, watching as the snake wounds healed faster than any human or demon could have healed. She noticed that one of his wings had been ripped and broken, taking more time to heal than his body.
"...Yami?"
"What is it?" He stopped and looked at her. "Are you hurt? Did it get you?" Concern was in his red eyes.
"No, it's not that, it's just...how did it happen?"
He looked at the moon, memories forgotten playing in his mind for a moment. "You shouldn't know what the future brings. Besides, it was a long time ago, anyways." He tried to avoid the topic, but Kagome's curiosity kept her asking.
"What's so wrong about knowing what the future holds? And besides, if I was turned into a vampire, I'd remember that like it was yesterday!"
"Exactly...that's what I mean. You don't need to know how Inuyasha becomes something like...this. Please, don't ask me any more right now. I'm not proud of what I am, and it's very hard for me to talk about it." There was a hidden softness in his rough voice, one that protects in one's sleep. He didn't look at her directly while saying this. She understood, and said no more.
After a while, his wing healed and they were once again airborne. She pointed to a campsite where she was sure that the others were. He grimly nodded, the swooped down like a hawk to the outskirts of the camp. He handed her pack over to her, and then sat where the firelight no longer touched him. She was about to walk to the others when she noticed his absence.
She turned to see Yami wrapped in his own wings, hiding his face and upper body from her. She tapped his wings.
"Aren't you coming with me?"
"...No."
"Well, what's wrong?"
"Vampires don't deserve company from the living. Especially demon turned vampires. I take the blood from the innocent, to live my damned life out. Go on, I'll leave as soon as you're with Inuyasha."
"I haven't seen you do that. You're good."
He lifted his wings up, showing her his face. The ears were drooped in a defeated and tired manner. "Just because you haven't seen, doesn't mean I didn't do it. Kagome...I don't want to hurt you. Or anyone else because of my hunger." He stood up, his back to her.
"Yami, you're my friend. If you were Inuyasha at one time, you'd know this by now. Please stay." She grabbed his arm, hugging it close to her. "I know there's a soul inside you."
Yami looked at Kagome. It had been a long time ago since he'd seen her face. She was right; at one time he was Inuyasha. With his free arm, he grabbed her close, hugging her own warmth towards his chill. He was reminded of the mistakes he'd made, oh so long ago...
"Then, we'd best get to them," he said at last, letting her go. Kagome smiled.
Kagome thought it was over. A snake demon's head, fangs gleaming red with blood and poison, shot towards her. She grimaced for impact.
She could feel cold blood on her arms she was using to block whatever came at her. She looked at them, to find no puncture wounds at all. Instead, Yami had thrown himself at the vicious demon, cleaving the head off with aged vampire claws. The blood was his, for he wore no more shirt, just tatters from where the snake ripped at his torso with fangs and body. She couldn't help but cringe as more scars became visible at this angle. He walked towards her.
Ever so gently, he scooped her up, placed her backpack on his shoulder and began walking. She stared at his bare chest, watching as the snake wounds healed faster than any human or demon could have healed. She noticed that one of his wings had been ripped and broken, taking more time to heal than his body.
"...Yami?"
"What is it?" He stopped and looked at her. "Are you hurt? Did it get you?" Concern was in his red eyes.
"No, it's not that, it's just...how did it happen?"
He looked at the moon, memories forgotten playing in his mind for a moment. "You shouldn't know what the future brings. Besides, it was a long time ago, anyways." He tried to avoid the topic, but Kagome's curiosity kept her asking.
"What's so wrong about knowing what the future holds? And besides, if I was turned into a vampire, I'd remember that like it was yesterday!"
"Exactly...that's what I mean. You don't need to know how Inuyasha becomes something like...this. Please, don't ask me any more right now. I'm not proud of what I am, and it's very hard for me to talk about it." There was a hidden softness in his rough voice, one that protects in one's sleep. He didn't look at her directly while saying this. She understood, and said no more.
After a while, his wing healed and they were once again airborne. She pointed to a campsite where she was sure that the others were. He grimly nodded, the swooped down like a hawk to the outskirts of the camp. He handed her pack over to her, and then sat where the firelight no longer touched him. She was about to walk to the others when she noticed his absence.
She turned to see Yami wrapped in his own wings, hiding his face and upper body from her. She tapped his wings.
"Aren't you coming with me?"
"...No."
"Well, what's wrong?"
"Vampires don't deserve company from the living. Especially demon turned vampires. I take the blood from the innocent, to live my damned life out. Go on, I'll leave as soon as you're with Inuyasha."
"I haven't seen you do that. You're good."
He lifted his wings up, showing her his face. The ears were drooped in a defeated and tired manner. "Just because you haven't seen, doesn't mean I didn't do it. Kagome...I don't want to hurt you. Or anyone else because of my hunger." He stood up, his back to her.
"Yami, you're my friend. If you were Inuyasha at one time, you'd know this by now. Please stay." She grabbed his arm, hugging it close to her. "I know there's a soul inside you."
Yami looked at Kagome. It had been a long time ago since he'd seen her face. She was right; at one time he was Inuyasha. With his free arm, he grabbed her close, hugging her own warmth towards his chill. He was reminded of the mistakes he'd made, oh so long ago...
"Then, we'd best get to them," he said at last, letting her go. Kagome smiled.