A/N: Go to my author profile link for extra info on this story.
Chapter Four: Understand Not A Thing
I don't know what to do.
Inuyasha slowed down his pace and jumped from the trees to the ground. He would walk. The half-demon still had plenty of questions on his mind left unanswered. Maybe he could ask Sango...but he didn't want it to sound like he cared too much. He didn't have any intentions of becoming a soft, understanding person. Anyone could point that out. But still...
Why does it sound like she was lying?
Inuyasha simply had this vague and familiar feeling about her reasons to why she hurt Miroku. Something bothered him. He thought about other things, also.
What was with her right hand?
Maybe Inuyasha could turn back and find her again. He didn't go very far. It wasn't a long distance at all. So he turned around and looked back. He looked at the many layers of trees he passed.
What am I thinking? Inuyasha slapped his forehead with his palm.
He stood there in the shadows of the trees. The light shifted over him every time the wind blew. Because every time the wind blew, the leaves would rustle. The fractured light would alter over him. Over the ground. Some time went past with this, Inuyasha arguing with himself.
It's not a big deal if I ask her a few more questions. Sango's my friend, and I'm supposed to consider these type of things.
Besides, the hanyou was just plain curious.
So he began to sprint back to the place where he found her. The questions going through his mind.
Her scent grew stronger. And he caught a faint glimpse of her in the corner of his eye. She was walking at an unhurried pace, examining her katana.
Inuyasha ran towards her and then cut off her path. It came as a slight shock to the demon slayer, but she kept her composure and stopped walking.
"Okay. You know what?" Inuyasha blurted out. Man! I must've been really bored stupid to do this.
Sango was thrilled to see Inuyasha again, but prevented herself from blushing or sounding excited. Sounding casual, she replied. "What now, Inuyasha?"
"I have to ask you. What's with your right hand?" Inuyasha sounded very serious. The curiousity was getting to him. That's what happens whenever he has nothing to do for a few days in a row. He snaps.
Sango didn't want him to know what happened. She thought quickly, and came up with an excuse. "I was simply cleaning my katana, and I accidently cut myself," she stated. She saw him give her a queer look. "No...look. Really, I was in deep thought...about certain things. The next thing I knew, I felt some pain in my right palm," she finished slowly. But she continued to gaze into his eyes, determined not to let her heart-rate increase. She knew he could hear it, and so she willed herself to control. Thankfully, nothing bad happened. "It's nothing."
"Feh." He snorted, crossed his arms, and looked away.
Sango did not know what that meant. Does he think I'm lying?
She could ask him. Sango built up her courage and asked, "You believe me, right?"
"Well, I understand," he responded, choosing his words cautiously instead of just letting them fall out.
"Understand what?"
"Sango. I understand that you need time to think about...," the hanyou sighed. "...about Kohaku, your family...what happened in the past." He kept that usual scowl on his face, continued to look in some other direction.
Sango stood still, completely shocked. He would actually bring that subject up?
"Inuyasha..." What Sango said was so inaudible, she could barely hear herself say it.
His eyebrows contracted only by a fraction. "Forget it." Inuyasha took a few steps away and crossed his arms. His other questions could wait.
Sango pushed it aside. "Don't worry about it. I'm okay with that." She just enjoyed talking to him, and was glad that he cared. Sango wanted their conversation to last longer.
"You understand," she continued with her warm, friendly tone. "Your past...we really have a lot in common."
Inuyasha looked at her. "Yeah. That's why I understand, I guess." He actually smiled in a friendly way. She returned it.
The two began to walk back towards Keade's. Sango had a small smile on her face, bowing her head down a bit. "We seem to be the last of our people, really," Sango stated thoughtfully, and then looking up. Looking ahead. "But at least you still have your brother," she added. Her tone suggested yearning.
"Feh. That bastard," Inuyasha crossed his arms once more. Sango turned her head to look at him, an eyebrow raised. He looked ahead, his mind fixed on going back to Keade's.
Sure, she knew that Inuyasha had reasons to dislike his brother, Sesshomaru. That demon even attempted to kill them! But she still wanted to know. "How?"
"What? Are we still talking about Sesshomaru? Keh. Bastard."
Sango restrained herself from giggling. This was a serious matter, but the way Inuyasha could insult his brother could actually be amusing. Who would have known? Sango was supposed to be a mature woman. Not some child.
"Well...yeah. I mean...why do you guys hate each other so much? You're brothers," she continued. Why do they hate each other? I don't think Sesshomaru should neglect his own brother just because he's a half-demon. Sango sometimes had thoughts on how Inuyasha should be thankful that he still has a brother. It was thoughts like these that would bring her into some reflective state. On Kohaku.
They both continued their trudge through the woods. The silence was making Sango slightly uncomfortable. It somehow felt chilly in a way. She was all alone with Inuyasha. It physically made her feel slightly painful...in her lower chest. Just the lightest of discomfort. But after a while, you would just wish it never came at all.
Sango looked down. She spoke quietly. "Sorry. I shouldn't have asked you that question."
More silence. It needled at her. She just wanted to reach Keade's. That's all she wanted right now.
"It's a long story," Inuyasha said slightly irritated, finally breaking that awkward tension. It was some major relief just washing over her. She just absolutely despised it when Inuyasha wouldn't talk to her. It felt as if he was avoiding her.
"Okay." She didn't feel confident at all. Her voice was so quiet.
Yet...
being this close to him made Sango feel light inside. She wanted to touch him. He was right next to her. They were walking silently side by side. She could just touch him. Run her fingers on his back. Through his hair. She would lust after him every day. And after being alone with him for this long, she felt so elated...yet she is always meloncholy. It is simply because he didn't even love her.
But she would lust after him anyway. Morally, it felt wrong, but it made her feel better. Physically well. So she had some thoughts running through her mind. And he's right there.
But she restrained herself with a great effort. Why does he make me feel this way? Sango pouted. She wished Inuyasha loved her instead of Kagome. Maybe she could somehow... break them up?
I can't.
But she continued to think about him. She looked at him, and almost seemed to stare at his eyes. She loved his face. It was perfect. She wanted to softly kiss his lips right there and then. Maybe he'd finally figure something out. She could finally tell him, just by giving him a gentle kiss on his lips.
She was suddenly snapped out of her reverie when Inuyasha began to talk again. "I guess I'm not really the type to ask you this...but do you like the monk?"
"What? I don't understand. I respect Houshi-sama, is that what you mean?" The two started going more uphill through these woods. The walk was a lot longer than what the both of them expected. Did I really go that far? How long was I gone? Sango never realized these things.
"Oh brother. You know what I mean! I'm just asking you this question because of what happened earlier. It sounds weird that you'd actually hurt him like that. I thought you'd just slap his stupid grinning face," Inuyasha said. Sango didn't know if he was being a joker, or if he was actually serious.
"I told you already. I was shocked at his presence when I woke up, because I had this nightmare. A strange one, but it involved him. A tradgedy. That's what it was...," her voice faltered. She knew perfectly well what her dream was about. It was a terrible dream.
"Sango. That's what sounds peculiar," Inuyasha sternly said.
"I was telling the truth, Inuyasha," Sango stated more firmly. "I would never hurt Miroku like that if he groped me or something. It was just a nightmare that influenced me to do that." They walked past several bushes.
"You know where we're going, right?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
Inuyasha shook his head. "The nose, remember?"
They walked silently some more. The only sounds were the crunching of their feet whenever they stepped over dead leaves and other debris on the ground.
"You still didn't answer my question. Do you like the monk?" Inuyasha asked, curious. Sango's statement of her dream still left him suspicious. For some reason, he didn't want to believe her just yet. But he didn't want to jump to conclusions.
Sango wanted to tell him the truth about it. "I guess Kagome told you everything I said, huh?" Sango felt somewhat hurt. "I suppose I fell for him a long time ago. But now... I don't love him anymore."
Inuyasha knew she was being truthful and honest towards him. But why?
"..." Maybe the hanyou could ask her some more. Why she doesn't love Miroku anymore. What is wrong with me? Inuyasha couldn't believe he even cared. I guess this is what Kagome would call 'bonding'. I'm 'bonding' with Sango. Becoming better friends with her, maybe.
Sango felt thoughtful. "Thanks for caring. Sometimes Kagome doesn't understand things like these. At least you do."
Inuyasha kept silent.
It seemed like an hour passed by, them walking in the woods. Sango would occassionally steal a glance of him from the corner of her eye. She would admire everything about him. Sango wanted to feel his skin against hers. She wanted to feel his lips on hers. Sango wanted to give herself to him. Taste Inuyasha. Every inch of his body.
Before she knew it, Sango's heart began to beat more quickly. She suddenly felt that it was getting way too hot. Sango hurriedly tied her hair up into a high ponytail. She was afraid that Inuyasha would notice what was happening to her. Control... She just wanted to calm down.
"Hey, Sango. Are you nervous about going back?" Inuyasha asked calmly. He wasn't just human. Of course his ears could sense the increase of her heartbeat.
"What?" Sango felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Damn it!
"You know you're going to see Miroku when we get there."
"Uhh..." After being this close to him for such a long time, Sango lost all of her sly intellect. It was as if she was becoming the same, shy woman when she used to like Miroku.
The one who blushed too much. The one who became too soft at moments...when it started to become way too affectionate. It was only leading her into a trap. Sango was now in this state from a long time ago, and she loathed it. She regretted the way she was before, and regretted ever liking Miroku. If she could go back in time, she would have done things completely different. But now, she was the shy woman again. Curse this!
Sango forced herself to say something normal. "Yeah. I know...but I'm not nervous." She struggled. The words just barely came out.
Inuyasha stopped walking. He looked at her. Sango was blushing like mad, and her heartbeat was racing. This struck the hanyou as something so odd. Something popped right into his mind, making him even more confused.
"Uhhh...Sango, you okay?" For once, Sango was beginning to hate his voice.
"Umm...I'm alright." She looked away. Dammit! Dammit!
"You sound like you're having a nervous breakdown," he joked.
"What?! N-No I'm not!!" Sango needed this to end. She wanted to run away from this, but her legs wouldn't move at all.
Inuyasha was very puzzled. He didn't know what to do in this type of situation. Women were pretty weird, anyway. "Are you ill?" That was all he could come up with.
"N-No...it's nothing...let's just go."
"Oh yeah? You're burning up," he said, noticing the steadily increasing heat coming from her body. Inuyasha wasn't going to let Sango be ill and try to cure herself without telling anybody. That would be stupid! Oh, and imagine Sango suddenly dying? Sheesh.
"I'm not ill or anything!" Sango seemed to have found her confidence. The last thing she wanted right now was for him to find out.
Inuyasha could sense her fear. "Look! Calm down, already. I'm only trying to help! Geez." He looked away. Man. This is weird.
Sango strived just trying to compose herself. DAMN THIS!!!!
She knew if he came any nearer she would become so intensely aroused, and he'd obviously know it...and he would know why. Sango was smothered in terror...one of the worst feelings that could ever happen to her. And she knew that the only way her feelings could still be concealed is if he would just leave. And she knew that he wouldn't leave.
Inuyasha would be friendly and kind to her. He took a step towards her and put a hand on her shoulder. It seemed to calm her down. But he suddenly sensed something. The most peculiar thing. And the look in her eyes...
From this touch, Sango felt erotic. An extreme lust for him. Sango suddenly felt such a deep longing to tear his clothes off. The type of longing that would finally satisfy her needs. She quickly grabbed his shoulders and forcefully pulled him towards her, crushing herself with him. Her hands sliding up from his shoulders to the back of his head, she kissed his lips affectionately. But all of that was a mistake. The most foolish mistake she has ever made. Inuyasha violently pushed himself away from her and gave her a cruel look that suggested disgust. He didn't even say anything. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't. He just sprinted away through the trees.
The taijiya was in complete shock.
"What?!" She whispered. Sango was afraid. She was still leaning against the tree. What the HELL was I thinking?! He knows. He has to! That's why he left. Inuyasha... must be mad at me...
Sango grievingly ran her hands through her dark brown hair, slowly sinking to the ground. This position made a unique arrangement of folds in her long, green skirt. It all happened way too quickly, but now Inuyasha hated her for life. All of her dignity has now vanished. All in a matter of a few seconds.
What did I do?! AARRGHH!!! She pounded the back of her head against the tree trunk. DAMN IT!!!
He's going to tell the others. Everyone is going to know. They're all going to despise me. I'm going to be humiliated. Kagome just may laugh when she finds out I can't have him while she can.
I hate her. I hate all of them.
I want her to DIE. Curse her soul!!!!
Sango irritatedly rubbed the back of her head. Why did I lose control?! I can't believe this!!
Inuyasha couldn't either. What the F - - -!
He cursed everything he could think of. What just happened back there was one of the most unexpected things he could even imagine. Something that was way too shocking for him to handle.
Damn it! WHAT THE HELL WAS HER PROBLEM!!!
Inuyasha began to curse Sango in his mind unrelentlessly. He couldn't believe what she just did! What just happened had to be so far fetched, Inuyasha had second thoughts on if it was even real.
Did that even happen?!
He was angry at her for some reason. With violent thoughts on how he would hurt her. It wasn't right, what she just did. It was completely wrong. Disgusting. Inuyasha had a very high respect towards her, but now it seemed as if it had completely dissipated. Inuyasha no longer cared for her as a friend. She killed it.
It couldn't have been real.
But her aroused scent clung onto him, invading his sensitive nose. It all happened. Sango kissed him. It was real.
Completely unexpected, so fictional. Inuyasha was left confused, disturbed, and angry. Everything in his life had to be screwed up, didn't it?
As he sped towards Keade's his thoughts lingered on what he would say to the others. Of course they were expecting him to come back with Sango. If Kagome asked him, which was bound to happen, what happened, Inuyasha knew he couldn't lie to her. But somehow, telling the others what happened with him and Sango...didn't feel like a good idea. He knew what would happen if they found out. It wouldn't be good. It would leave the whole group all tangled up and angry with one another.
The hanyou thought Sango wouldn't confess what happened to the others. He didn't want to either. To him, it seemed best just to keep it away from them. He and Sango would never have to talk about it again, and the group would be the same as always. No one needed to get into this mess, meaning they could fight Naraku without losing anybody.
So many thoughts flowed throughout Inuyasha. On how Miroku would react at hearing such...or how Kagome would handle it.
Kagome...
A/N: This chapter ended at such an inconvenient time, huh?
