Disclaimer: For score and 16 years ago, I STILL didn't own Inuyasha, so I don't own him now either!
Crimson Tears
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Touch of crimson roses
Touch of crimson blood
Touch of those crimson eyes
Touch of the one you love
Can you feel it? That wondrous feeling…it burns my blood. I can see my nails grow; I can feel my fangs sharpen. I'm faster…faster and stronger then I could ever be as a hanyou. This is what I wanted! This is what I longed for all my life!
…but that wouldn't make her happy…
Her gentle eyes look at me now, and you can smell her fear. It radiates off her body, and yet she doesn't move an inch when I come closer. She's strong…but then, she would need to be if she was my mate, now wouldn't she?
Blood…I can smell it! I can smell every luscious drop. I want to rip open the flesh to the blood! Tear through the skin, create the scent of decay! I want to feel the weight of a motionless body in my arms. I want to destroy every existence other than my own…
…and Kagome…
Such a beautiful body she has; such an adorable face. She walks up to me, and though I can hear the others call to her, I can see her determination to return me to the hanyou I was.
No! I don't want to go back! I won't! She has no idea of the torture I was put through as a child! I wasn't accepted by either humans or youkai. Now that I'm finally free of my cursed blood I won't go back. I'm NOT going back!
…but…
She reaches to touch me. I can feel her blood coursing through her fingers. I warn her away, but she pays no heed. Her touch sends a different kind of fire to me, a new type of warmth. Through my red-tinted vision, I see tears in her eyes.
…Why is she crying?
The urge to kill is vanishing from myself, and is replaced by guilt. Tears have that effect on me. I look at her skin…so, so easy to pierce…to dip my claws into and rip from her arm. But I would never hurt her, I love her.
…love her…
The word seems to cool my own burning blood. I can clearly see her as she reach up to my face, and presses her lips against mine.
How I've wanted this. The feel of her lips against mine, it's like a weight on my soul has been lifted. I sense my claws and fangs retracting, my power slowly draining until I return to my old abilities and strength. When our eyes meet, she smiles, and I can tell she is relived and happy.
How could I ever become a pure demon when something so…so precious to me, fears it?
My demon blood or Kagome…
I wish life was never this hard.
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Touch of your crimson fingertips
Touch of your crimson lips
Touch of your crimson blood flowing
Touch of your crimson kiss
ToCR: Hola folks! Thankyou for reading my crappy fic (Trust me, it is). Are there any of you who read fics by "Anzu2"? If you do, check out my profile. But anyways, Twas a short one-shot, all forced writing 'cause I wanted a fic on my this new penname of mine, but please, only smoke, no flames. Jya Matta!