"To need is worse than wanting. It eats you up inside."
He was a good kisser, his tongue sliding around her mouth searching every crevice and nook. They kissed for what seemed like eternity, the heat rising in their bodies and they ran their hands over each other, rumpling hair and clothing. She broke free, her lips swollen and her eyes dazed and they both panted for air. His eyes were lidded as he gazed at her lustfully.
"I need you to come back to me," he whispered, trailing a finger along her collarbone. She shivered, against his touch and pulled him close, idly rubbing at his dog ears making his smile in amusement.
"I'm here," she smiled as they fell back, Inuyasha laid there watching her as she laid on his stomach. Her hand traced an unfamiliar scar on his neck and memories darted through her mind. The blood splattering past. His eyes. She screamed and buried her head in his chest where he stroked her back comfortingly.
She awoke in her room gasping for air she found herself laying with her pillow over her head. Alone again.
Kagome made her way quietly to the wall, devoid of anything but the clothing on her back. No one knew where she was going and she was completely fine with that. She had washed herself thoroughly last night, making her family think she was coming out of the rut she had been in. None of them knew Inuyasha was dead.
She hurried to the side of the well, standing in the house and watching the first streaks of light cresting the hills and trees around her home. She smelled the pine and listened to the birds chirping back and forth. She couldn't believe this would be the last time she saw her home. She ducked her head and jumped into the well. Disappearing into the purple light, watching the bubbles that surrounded her. It was the last time she would ever jump through the well.
Her knees came to rest on the gravel, she ignored the dry bones that crunched underfoot and looked around for the rope ladder she had set up. She slowly hoisted herself free of the well, thinking to herself how simple it would have been to stab herself and die in the well. She peered over the side of the well, her brown eyes watchful for anyone nearby. She pulled herself free and started walking East, away from the village.
Miroku and Sango passed each other while changing posts. Sango looked so tired, her eyelids were dropping from the long night. Miroku stopped her for a moment and hugged her gently nuzzling sweetly at her hair.
"See you next shift," he whispered releasing the surprised girl and taking off towards the well before dawn. Sango was startled enough by his sudden warm hug that she made it back to the village and into the hut that the group had been staying in while they waited for Kagome's return without falling asleep on her feet.
Miroku slipped back into his spot, it was starting to become flattened by constant use. He settled down for the long day stretching and yawning. Little did he know that Kagome had already come and gone on her way.
Keade returned home that night, the young men with her weary from traveling without their steeds. They carried the large amounts of herbs the old lady collected once a year. They smelled sweet from the herbs they carried and Lady Keade seemed younger as she dropped from her horse. One of the young men helped her down and smiled as she took charge and directed the young men to stay quiet and stay out of the sickroom. They each smiled knowingly and hurried to put down their packs and go home.
Sango was fast asleep when Lady Keade sat by the fire. She decided not to wake the young warrioress and instead made herself a cup of tea from the fresh mint, and went to help the patients in the other room.
Kikyo glared down at Kagome, watching her make her way over through the treacherous area. The Young girl stumbled scraping her knee; she bit her lip and continued to climb towards Kikyo. The Shinigami swirled down, captivated by the smell of blood, they lapped at her knee as she stood there, unsmiling, and unnervingly like her predecessor.
The sadness in their eyes joined the pair. Kikyo slowly drew herself from where she rested in the tree limbs, the Shinigami helping her make her way over to Kagome. They stood staring at each other, each vying for control.
"Please Kill me," even Kikyo was startled by the girl's plea. What had happened to make Kagome act so downright betrayed? She kept a straight face and reached out to touch Kagome's face. The girl did not shrink back.
"Kill me so I can be with him," she whispered, the tears started to flow again and Kikyo stared at her long and hard.
"I shall not." She proclaimed, her voice soft, yet as cutting as a razor. Kagome flinched and settled on the ground. Picking her way around the rocks to find a spot she could sit she looked up at Kikyo.
"Then I will wait for death." She seemed so calm, but Kikyo gave her a sad but knowing smile. Kagome eyes were closed so she did not know what Kikyo was doing, and yet she didn't seem to mind. She was welcoming death with arms open wide.
"Tell me," Kagome opened her eyes to look at the Priestess who perched near her on a large rock. She had questions in her eyes and Kagome had to answer them. She smiled tirelessly, before she launched into the story of Inuyasha's death...
He was a good kisser, his tongue sliding around her mouth searching every crevice and nook. They kissed for what seemed like eternity, the heat rising in their bodies and they ran their hands over each other, rumpling hair and clothing. She broke free, her lips swollen and her eyes dazed and they both panted for air. His eyes were lidded as he gazed at her lustfully.
"I need you to come back to me," he whispered, trailing a finger along her collarbone. She shivered, against his touch and pulled him close, idly rubbing at his dog ears making his smile in amusement.
"I'm here," she smiled as they fell back, Inuyasha laid there watching her as she laid on his stomach. Her hand traced an unfamiliar scar on his neck and memories darted through her mind. The blood splattering past. His eyes. She screamed and buried her head in his chest where he stroked her back comfortingly.
She awoke in her room gasping for air she found herself laying with her pillow over her head. Alone again.
Kagome made her way quietly to the wall, devoid of anything but the clothing on her back. No one knew where she was going and she was completely fine with that. She had washed herself thoroughly last night, making her family think she was coming out of the rut she had been in. None of them knew Inuyasha was dead.
She hurried to the side of the well, standing in the house and watching the first streaks of light cresting the hills and trees around her home. She smelled the pine and listened to the birds chirping back and forth. She couldn't believe this would be the last time she saw her home. She ducked her head and jumped into the well. Disappearing into the purple light, watching the bubbles that surrounded her. It was the last time she would ever jump through the well.
Her knees came to rest on the gravel, she ignored the dry bones that crunched underfoot and looked around for the rope ladder she had set up. She slowly hoisted herself free of the well, thinking to herself how simple it would have been to stab herself and die in the well. She peered over the side of the well, her brown eyes watchful for anyone nearby. She pulled herself free and started walking East, away from the village.
Miroku and Sango passed each other while changing posts. Sango looked so tired, her eyelids were dropping from the long night. Miroku stopped her for a moment and hugged her gently nuzzling sweetly at her hair.
"See you next shift," he whispered releasing the surprised girl and taking off towards the well before dawn. Sango was startled enough by his sudden warm hug that she made it back to the village and into the hut that the group had been staying in while they waited for Kagome's return without falling asleep on her feet.
Miroku slipped back into his spot, it was starting to become flattened by constant use. He settled down for the long day stretching and yawning. Little did he know that Kagome had already come and gone on her way.
Keade returned home that night, the young men with her weary from traveling without their steeds. They carried the large amounts of herbs the old lady collected once a year. They smelled sweet from the herbs they carried and Lady Keade seemed younger as she dropped from her horse. One of the young men helped her down and smiled as she took charge and directed the young men to stay quiet and stay out of the sickroom. They each smiled knowingly and hurried to put down their packs and go home.
Sango was fast asleep when Lady Keade sat by the fire. She decided not to wake the young warrioress and instead made herself a cup of tea from the fresh mint, and went to help the patients in the other room.
Kikyo glared down at Kagome, watching her make her way over through the treacherous area. The Young girl stumbled scraping her knee; she bit her lip and continued to climb towards Kikyo. The Shinigami swirled down, captivated by the smell of blood, they lapped at her knee as she stood there, unsmiling, and unnervingly like her predecessor.
The sadness in their eyes joined the pair. Kikyo slowly drew herself from where she rested in the tree limbs, the Shinigami helping her make her way over to Kagome. They stood staring at each other, each vying for control.
"Please Kill me," even Kikyo was startled by the girl's plea. What had happened to make Kagome act so downright betrayed? She kept a straight face and reached out to touch Kagome's face. The girl did not shrink back.
"Kill me so I can be with him," she whispered, the tears started to flow again and Kikyo stared at her long and hard.
"I shall not." She proclaimed, her voice soft, yet as cutting as a razor. Kagome flinched and settled on the ground. Picking her way around the rocks to find a spot she could sit she looked up at Kikyo.
"Then I will wait for death." She seemed so calm, but Kikyo gave her a sad but knowing smile. Kagome eyes were closed so she did not know what Kikyo was doing, and yet she didn't seem to mind. She was welcoming death with arms open wide.
"Tell me," Kagome opened her eyes to look at the Priestess who perched near her on a large rock. She had questions in her eyes and Kagome had to answer them. She smiled tirelessly, before she launched into the story of Inuyasha's death...