I finally updated this one! Ah... it's been a looonnnnggg time since writing this story! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
.:Eyes of Gold:.
A pair of annoyed but inquisitive eyes clashed with Kagome's curious lilac ones. But what struck her most about them was their intense color – wintry gold flecked with probing amber. Kagome knew instantly that those inquisitive golden orbs had stolen her heart at first glance. She could not describe her feelings as anything less than captivated. Golden eyes… it was so unheard of… and they were just so enchanting and rich in color… she ran the thought slowly through her mind that their owner was no less spectacular.
A ripple of silvery-white hair cascaded from the boy's head, where two ears sat enthroned, almost furry in appearance.
Kagome felt her last drop of sanity leave her at the sight of those puppy-dog ears, as she was suddenly overwhelmed, in her exhausted state, to touch her attacker.
The white-haired boy watched in something akin to shock as the girl lifted her head weakly, her violet eyes dimmed and dilated from exhaustion. He seemed frozen in his position, one hand wrapped securely around his victim's neck, and other hand ready to strike, when the girl in his grip reached for his head with two arms almost limp in appearance.
At a loss of what to do, the boy shuddered impulsively as soft hands brushed against his ears.
Consciousness was the next to go. Kagome abruptly fell motionless, aware only of the pain digging into her neck as she went out cold.
"No fucking way…" the white-haired boy muttered, frowning apprehensively as he brushed away a lock of Kagome's perspiration-stained hair.
The aroma of dried herbs was the first thing her senses were introduced to as she slowly felt her body coming back to her.
'Cowslip, thyme, peppermint, sage…' Kagome subconsciously named the scents attacking her nose, a hand reaching for the back of her head gracelessly. She uttered a sudden groan of pain when her numb fingers came in contact with the back of her neck. There was something powdery coating her sore, ripped skin – she could feel it.
She came into a sudden realization that she was laying on her stomach. On a scratchy lump of what felt like straw veiled by a thin cotton cloth.
Kagome forced her eyes open. But it was hard, and she didn't accomplish it successfully until after blinking several times.
She surveyed the room she was in somewhat nervously. How had she gotten here? Perhaps she had been spotted sleepwalking near the well, and had been brought to a hospital after hurting herself in the process?
Kagome frowned. But, it did smell like a hospital room. The only thing missing was… the white walls, the white bed, the white desk, the white covers, and the roses in a vase.
The room she was currently habituating had walls of primitive wood, unpainted and bare in tiles. The bed was white, but somehow yellowy so. And the desk sure was cleverly built, there was no mistake about that, but it lacked the modernity she had been hoping for in its makeshift damp wood. She didn't even bother to think about the rest of her expectations that had been shattered.
So this was what a real hospital room was like. The smell was refreshing and welcome, that was for sure, but…
Kagome jerked her head around abruptly – and painfully – as the sound of echoing footsteps approached steadily closer. On impulse, she immediately closed her eyes and feigned sleep.
"She is still not awake," the voice of an old woman spoke, her tone withered and kind in a slight way. Kagome could almost hear her shake her head.
She silently wondered if the old woman was talking to herself.
It was a mere span of ten seconds before the woman spoke again. "You have really done it this time, Inuyasha."
There was a pause, but from the labored breathing, Kagome could practically predict when the responder would reply.
"Feh. Thought she was Shippo." Kagome felt her whole body turn tense. She was almost certain that this was the voice of her attacker from earlier. That white-haired boy whose golden eyes had stolen her heart… almost. So his name was Inuyasha… Where had she heard that before?
An unmistakable snort came from the direction of the old woman. "I sure do not see the resemblance."
"She was so messed up and crumpled up, her hair all tangled and with reddish dust and everything in it, anyone could've made the same mistake."
"I highly doubt that, Inuyasha." A hint of amusement tainted the woman's otherwise scolding tone.
Kagome, meanwhile, was seething in her feigned sleep. 'Messed up? Crumpled up? His hair was no gumdrop, either!' But she had to admit that it had been true – all those things about her. She had, indeed, been in a tattered state.
She suddenly was aware that the pair had come to a resolute silence. Perhaps they had left…? Kagome didn't dare move a muscle.
"You know, she bears a resemblance to my sister," the old woman suddenly said, interrupting the quiet.
No response came from the Inuyasha's direction.
When he suddenly spoke, Kagome could truly confirm that he was the same boy who had attacked her. With a manner like his, it was unmistakable.
"Feh. Whatever. I just came to make sure I hadn't killed her. But really, I have no time to waste on human bitches."
Kagome felt her face heat up with anger at the comment. And from someone she'd never known before!
Unfortunately for her, Inuyasha suddenly smirked. She could positively hear it in his voice.
"There are strong heat waves practically radiating from her," the boy suddenly said, sounding smug. "She's awake."
Kagome squeezed her eyes shut as tight as possible, but unfortunately, she could not erase what had just been said. Somewhat reluctantly, and definitely with dread, she slowly allowed light to reach her pupils.
A stern old woman with a black eye patch and white and red robes was standing by her 'bed.' Not far from here stood the golden-eyed boy, staring at her indifferently.
Kagome closed her eyes and screamed.
In a flash, a hand came in contact with her mouth, holding it shut without much consideration for her comfort. Kagome opened her eyes to find herself looking into the annoyed golden ones of her previous assaulter.
"What the hell are you trying to do? Make us all deaf?" he snapped at her.
Kagome's eyes filled with unwelcome tears. She hated it. Why did she have to cry at a time like this? It was just so embarrassing… to be seen in this weakened state by her enemy. She attempted to narrow her eyes, but failed miserably, looking more pathetic than ever.
A brief expression of shock flitted past Inuyasha's face, before it turned to disgust. He hastily retrieved his hand.
"You've dirtied my hand with your pathetic sniveling," he complained, earning a sharp look from the old woman next to him.
"It w-wasn't a dream," Kagome managed in a whisper, wiping tears from her face furiously with the sleeve of her blouse.
"What was that?" the old woman inquired politely.
But Inuyasha had evidently gotten the message as he smirked, disgust dripping from his expression.
He received quite a surprise when Kagome hopped up abruptly from her bed and slapped him squarely across the face.
"Y-you j-jerk! Where have you brought me? And who are you?" she demanded, taking a pause in her crying due to her strongly-felt anger.
"I should ask you the same question," Inuyasha muttered, a hand rubbing his reddened face, where Kagome had previously left her mark. She silently noted that his fingers were clawed, but before she could inquire about them, he spoke again. "But no," his voice suddenly took on a serious tone. "I've got a better one. Why don't you stop pretending and reveal yourself, Kikyo?"
Kagome shrunk back. He was insane. She could see it in his eyes – the anger and hatred, all directed at her. It was definitely scary. She could almost sense the bloodlust he was fighting to restrain.
Was it just her, or were his eyes more red now, than gold? A wrinkled hand made its way between her and Inuyasha. It was the old woman.
"Run," she said in a bare whisper. "But try to keep quiet about it. He can't see you, but he can hear you."
Kagome shot her an incredulous look, wondering if she had been landed in a mental hospital instead of a regular one, but obeyed nonetheless. She watched in horror as Inuyasha, eyes blood red now, sniffed the air.
One glance from his bloody gaze, and she was off. Running for her life.
Kagome's blood turned cold as she felt familiarly sharp claws fasten around her neck. But it was different this time. He was really trying to strangle her this time, and she knew it. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the razor sharpness sever her skin, her hands fumbling uselessly, unable to free herself, and her kicks having no affect on the bloodthirsty boy.
"Get out of there!" the old woman's voice came up from behind them, shouting urgently. "Tell him to do something!"
Kagome scrunched up her face in pain as she struggled to get away. With nothing left to lose, she tore at Inuyasha with everything she had.
"Geroff a me you stufid piesch of sit!" she mumbled, her tightened throat constricting her from proper speech. When finally the grip on her neck loosened, she slapped Inuyasha across the face. "Back-stabbing asshole!" she managed to screech, gasping for breath. "What is wrong with you?"
To her surprise, there was no response. Kagome looked up from the ground to see Inuyasha sprawled on the ground, muttering curses under his breath. When he was finally able to stand up, he still didn't say anything. Instead, he glanced at his hands, bloodied with the wounds inflicted on Kagome's neck, before meeting her gaze for a mere second. Then he walked away.
Tears of relief filled Kagome's eyes as she stood, transfixed.
Eyes of gold, they were.
Well, this was sort of a filler chapter, to piece together the transition of Kagome being in her side of the well to going to Inuyasha's side. Hope you liked it! Suggestions and comments are appreciated! But no flames, please! Thanks!
