"Knowing is sometimes worse than ignorance, and is doubly worse than death if your knowledge is untrue."
Kikyo listened to Kagome; it was perhaps the best thing that could happen for her. She spilled her story to the other girl, obviously expecting to die soon enough. Kikyo comforted Kagome with her silence, her knowing gaze. She'd seen this all before, she'd seen him die and had followed him in death.
Kagome sobbed into her chest as Kikyo daintily held her close, no pretense of care, she just held her because she was there.
"He's not dead," Kagome drew back in surprise, Kikyo merely smiled, "If he were dead I would know it." Kagome held her breath, hope streaked through her at Kikyo's words, even if she had not intended them to help. She just told the facts now, never muddled with any feeling but hate and pain. Kagome struggled upright; a lone Shinigami supported her as she stood.
"He's not dead?" she whispered, Kikyo watched Kagome's eyes, they had a new sense of light, of purpose of determination. She was living through Kagome; she was giving the girl a chance and giving herself one at the same time.
Kagome turned to leave before turning back and hugging Kikyo. Kikyo was never much for public displays of affection and was momentarily stunned as Kagome ran off through the forest back home, her feet seemed light as she laughed. Several Shinigami followed her, streaking past and dancing with her. Kikyo returned to the tree, to wait for her chance to take Inuyasha with her. But not yet.
Kagome stumbled into the clearing of the well, Miroku spotted her and waved. He seemed cheerful, maybe Kikyo was right? She reached Miroku and he led her back to the village. She remembered her dreams then, and sobered up. Maybe this was just another dream. Maybe when she saw him he'd fade away again.
Inuyasha rolled on his stomach, ignoring the horrid pain that lanced through the side of his neck. His hair had been sliced shorter on one side during the attack, and the other side had been clipped to match it. He didn't mind he'd grow it back. What worried him was Kagome, he had tried to go through the well to fetch her, but found the barrier blocked. Miroku and Sango had drug him home, and told him they would watch for Kagome when she returned.
He breathed shallowly, the room felt so hot, he needed a breath of cool air. But to move was to risk the wound tearing free again. He could not bare to lay in that room for another week or 3, so he waited, waited drifting off into sleep.
He awoke when he smelled her, he launched himself forward from the bed, injuring his neck but he didn't care, he smelled Kagome. He couldn't stand properly so he waited with bated breath to see his Kagome. He watched the door, staring and knowing she had to come through it soon.
The door moved aside and she stood there, her black hair drifting over her back and her too small uniform showing too much skin for this day and age. Her beautiful dark brown eyes were full of tears, which overflowed when she saw him and she ran to his side, throwing her arms around him. There was a rush of warmth flying through both of them as Inuyasha hugged her tightly to himself ignoring the pain in his neck. He breathed deeply of her scent, convinced he'd never smell it enough.
"I couldn't get you Kagome. The well was sealed," he whispered letting her move back some, but not letting her go. His eyes reflected only a bit of the sadness and frightened glaze as they had when he had been injured. But now they were full of happiness as he gazed at her. She closed her eyes, thinking of all the ways it could have stopped working, perhaps it knew she thought he was dead, and it had sealed the link.
"I've been waiting for this," he growled softly, almost a purr and pulled her kiss up and kissed her. He savored her taste in his mouth, sweet as the smell of a rose. He dragged her deeper into it and she was only too happy to follow. Finally it was real. They broke apart slowly.
"Welcome home," he whispered nuzzling her ear. She tensed up and he pulled away to watch her.
"What?" he asked, she seemed scared, and her eyes darted back and forth as if she expected something to go wrong. She watched him, waiting and reached up to touch his face. When she did she sighed in relief.
"Thank Kami you're still here," she pulled him into another kiss, momentarily disrupting his expression of confusion. He was only too happy to oblige her.
-The End-
Kikyo listened to Kagome; it was perhaps the best thing that could happen for her. She spilled her story to the other girl, obviously expecting to die soon enough. Kikyo comforted Kagome with her silence, her knowing gaze. She'd seen this all before, she'd seen him die and had followed him in death.
Kagome sobbed into her chest as Kikyo daintily held her close, no pretense of care, she just held her because she was there.
"He's not dead," Kagome drew back in surprise, Kikyo merely smiled, "If he were dead I would know it." Kagome held her breath, hope streaked through her at Kikyo's words, even if she had not intended them to help. She just told the facts now, never muddled with any feeling but hate and pain. Kagome struggled upright; a lone Shinigami supported her as she stood.
"He's not dead?" she whispered, Kikyo watched Kagome's eyes, they had a new sense of light, of purpose of determination. She was living through Kagome; she was giving the girl a chance and giving herself one at the same time.
Kagome turned to leave before turning back and hugging Kikyo. Kikyo was never much for public displays of affection and was momentarily stunned as Kagome ran off through the forest back home, her feet seemed light as she laughed. Several Shinigami followed her, streaking past and dancing with her. Kikyo returned to the tree, to wait for her chance to take Inuyasha with her. But not yet.
Kagome stumbled into the clearing of the well, Miroku spotted her and waved. He seemed cheerful, maybe Kikyo was right? She reached Miroku and he led her back to the village. She remembered her dreams then, and sobered up. Maybe this was just another dream. Maybe when she saw him he'd fade away again.
Inuyasha rolled on his stomach, ignoring the horrid pain that lanced through the side of his neck. His hair had been sliced shorter on one side during the attack, and the other side had been clipped to match it. He didn't mind he'd grow it back. What worried him was Kagome, he had tried to go through the well to fetch her, but found the barrier blocked. Miroku and Sango had drug him home, and told him they would watch for Kagome when she returned.
He breathed shallowly, the room felt so hot, he needed a breath of cool air. But to move was to risk the wound tearing free again. He could not bare to lay in that room for another week or 3, so he waited, waited drifting off into sleep.
He awoke when he smelled her, he launched himself forward from the bed, injuring his neck but he didn't care, he smelled Kagome. He couldn't stand properly so he waited with bated breath to see his Kagome. He watched the door, staring and knowing she had to come through it soon.
The door moved aside and she stood there, her black hair drifting over her back and her too small uniform showing too much skin for this day and age. Her beautiful dark brown eyes were full of tears, which overflowed when she saw him and she ran to his side, throwing her arms around him. There was a rush of warmth flying through both of them as Inuyasha hugged her tightly to himself ignoring the pain in his neck. He breathed deeply of her scent, convinced he'd never smell it enough.
"I couldn't get you Kagome. The well was sealed," he whispered letting her move back some, but not letting her go. His eyes reflected only a bit of the sadness and frightened glaze as they had when he had been injured. But now they were full of happiness as he gazed at her. She closed her eyes, thinking of all the ways it could have stopped working, perhaps it knew she thought he was dead, and it had sealed the link.
"I've been waiting for this," he growled softly, almost a purr and pulled her kiss up and kissed her. He savored her taste in his mouth, sweet as the smell of a rose. He dragged her deeper into it and she was only too happy to follow. Finally it was real. They broke apart slowly.
"Welcome home," he whispered nuzzling her ear. She tensed up and he pulled away to watch her.
"What?" he asked, she seemed scared, and her eyes darted back and forth as if she expected something to go wrong. She watched him, waiting and reached up to touch his face. When she did she sighed in relief.
"Thank Kami you're still here," she pulled him into another kiss, momentarily disrupting his expression of confusion. He was only too happy to oblige her.
-The End-