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One thing, before you read. I hate kikyo. Not just hate, I mean, if I ever saw that rotten b*tch alone, you'd never find all the pieces of her.
However, that's the 'dead' Kikyo I'm referring to, not the previously alive one that Inuyasha loved. I think the living Kikyo made some bad choices, but she wasn't a bad person. It wasn't till Urasue made her into a zombie that I ever started to have a problem with her.
So Inuyasha is comparing Kagome to the original, 'living' (heart beat included) Kikyo.
Chap 3: Telling the difference
Inuyasha didn't know whether to laugh or get angry. For crying out loud, it wasn't that rare to get him to apologize! Not when he admitted he was wrong about something, that is. He scooped her up into his arms and lifted her to his chest. 'I might as well get her in her own room. She said she had that test thing all week, and it hasn't been that long yet.' He paused in his train of thought as he walked down the hall. 'Dammit. Why can't she just--'
He stopped the thought before it could come. As much as he bitched about her leaving, and as much as it really bothered him when she did, he would never ask her to just stay in his time and never go home. Not now. It had sunk in a long time ago that she had a family here, one that loved her and that she loved dearly. He remembered the grief he'd felt at losing his mother. He couldn't put her family through the same thing, loosing a daughter, sister, grandchild.
He put the girl on her bed, absently stroking the soft hair off her face. Everything about her was soft, he noted. Her face, her smile, her hands. The boy took one of her small, graceful hands in his own, studying it. He wouldn't dare do so while she was awake, he'd probably get sat through the floor. 'Bet her mom would just love having a hole in the ceiling.'
The hanyou breathed deeply. This whole room was nothing but Kagome's scent. Great gods, but he love that smell. One of the reason's he hated being human was that it cut him off from her wonderful scent. He would have to be very close to her to actually pick it up, something that he normally tried to avoid. He had never been comfortable with being close to other people voluntarily. It usually ended badly for him.
That's why her words from before still stunned him. "'I asked you to and you stopped, Inuyasha, even though you were in pain.'" If he'd actually stopped, then he had willingly let her near his throat. Apparently, he'd given her a sign of complete trust, without knowing it. Or maybe he had.
He sat beside the bed, the better to organize his thoughts. He'd let her near him when he was almost incoherent with pain. And had let her cut him even. He'd never ever thought that he'd trust someone like that. He had never trusted Kikyo like that, even in life. They just hadn't had enough to make that step. The hanyou pulled up his knees and set his crossed arms on them. He hated to think about that-he struggled for a word and couldn't really find one that fit so he settled for 'mess'. That fucking hell of a mess.
Inuyasha sighed and just let his thoughts flow.
He didn't really want to go to hell. He'd only admit it to himself, but he was actually scared. After all, who willingly, in their right mind, wanted to go to hell? Hadn't he paid enough for that mess? She'd shot him with an arrow, 'killed' him, sealed his very soul to a tree for fifty years. He knew that she understood that it was Naraku that had tricked them, Naraku that really killed her, but she still was pissed off at him! And she'd helped Naraku, there was no other way to put it.
He still felt terrible guilt and shame for not trusting her, and that she'd followed him into death to be with him, but hadn't she come back to him in life? Real life? She'd come in Kagome, to try and make things right, he guessed. But besides making him wake up, he knew that Kikyo had had nothing to do with Kagome's actions. While they had smelled similar, (the living Kikyo and Kagome, that is, the zombie just smelled like dirt), and could easily pass for older and younger sister, certain parts of their personalities were so different it was almost unreal.
Kikyo had been kind and gentle, much like Kagome. She'd loved children, but never would have taken in a child like Kagome had. She would have seen it as a weakness. Kikyo had had no choice but to give up all life, all warmth. But while he respected that, he didn't like it.
After all, Kagome had taken Shippou in as her own, willing to risk her life to protect him. And Miroku, that lecher, she'd even taken him as a friend, although the hanyou had noticed that they'd been acting more like wise older brother and learning little sister than anything else. Sango was clearly the sister she'd never had, and they gossiped and joked all the time.
And that was the greatest difference between the two. Kagome let others near her, be her friend, and even if they betrayed her, she didn't stop trying to make friends. She simply didn't care that the same people that she loved could be used to hurt her. She would keep loving her friends, keep trying to make more, almost like weaving a safety net of those who could help her if she were to fall.
With a bit of a start, Inuyasha realized something. Kagome, while trying to cheer up Sango about her many losses, had once said, "What are friends, but the family we choose to let in? So long as you have your friends, you're never without family. And while the memories aren't the same, that doesn't mean that they can't mean just as much." Kagome was building a family in his world.
In some ways, that girl was a lot braver than he was, Inuyasha acknowledged. He'd been burned so many times....
The boy shook his head hard. 'Quit moping, hanyou! And like hell that crazy girl is braver than me! So what if I don't trust anybody?'
"I trust her," he murmured softly.
'Well, I shouldn't. That's a fast way to get killed.'
"She'd never betray me."
'But she sure can get herself into the stupidest amount of trouble!'
"I'd protect her anyway."
'She pays way too much attention to those other friends.'
"Hmm." He thought about that, (although part of him was also wondering at how he'd been having a discussion with himself.) Something niggled in the back of his head. The last time they'd gone to a village, Kagome had said something that had bothered him. Well, not so much bother as make him think.
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Kagome smiled at the village headman warmly as she made her introductions. "Hello, sir! I'm Higurashi Kagome, and this is Inuyasha. These are our friends,..."
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'Our friends. She'd said our friends. If they're my friends too, than that means that they're my family as well as hers. Like a pack.' The thoughts were spinning in his head way too much, so he closed his eyes in an effort to calm them.
It was so quiet in here. When was in Kagome's world, he had no idea how she slept with so much noise raging around her house. But in her room, the sound seemed so muted and buffered. He leaned his head back against the mattress. Demons were almost non-existant in this time, they had to be or else why were they all not flocking to the shards she kept in this time? He could let his guard down to half, but he still kept a weather-ear alert for any strange noises. Warm afternoon sunlight washed over his head through the window. It felt so good. His eyes drifted farther and farther shut.
Just a few minutes rest and then he'd go. Just a few minutes..
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hope you guys like it! Please review!
One thing, before you read. I hate kikyo. Not just hate, I mean, if I ever saw that rotten b*tch alone, you'd never find all the pieces of her.
However, that's the 'dead' Kikyo I'm referring to, not the previously alive one that Inuyasha loved. I think the living Kikyo made some bad choices, but she wasn't a bad person. It wasn't till Urasue made her into a zombie that I ever started to have a problem with her.
So Inuyasha is comparing Kagome to the original, 'living' (heart beat included) Kikyo.
Chap 3: Telling the difference
Inuyasha didn't know whether to laugh or get angry. For crying out loud, it wasn't that rare to get him to apologize! Not when he admitted he was wrong about something, that is. He scooped her up into his arms and lifted her to his chest. 'I might as well get her in her own room. She said she had that test thing all week, and it hasn't been that long yet.' He paused in his train of thought as he walked down the hall. 'Dammit. Why can't she just--'
He stopped the thought before it could come. As much as he bitched about her leaving, and as much as it really bothered him when she did, he would never ask her to just stay in his time and never go home. Not now. It had sunk in a long time ago that she had a family here, one that loved her and that she loved dearly. He remembered the grief he'd felt at losing his mother. He couldn't put her family through the same thing, loosing a daughter, sister, grandchild.
He put the girl on her bed, absently stroking the soft hair off her face. Everything about her was soft, he noted. Her face, her smile, her hands. The boy took one of her small, graceful hands in his own, studying it. He wouldn't dare do so while she was awake, he'd probably get sat through the floor. 'Bet her mom would just love having a hole in the ceiling.'
The hanyou breathed deeply. This whole room was nothing but Kagome's scent. Great gods, but he love that smell. One of the reason's he hated being human was that it cut him off from her wonderful scent. He would have to be very close to her to actually pick it up, something that he normally tried to avoid. He had never been comfortable with being close to other people voluntarily. It usually ended badly for him.
That's why her words from before still stunned him. "'I asked you to and you stopped, Inuyasha, even though you were in pain.'" If he'd actually stopped, then he had willingly let her near his throat. Apparently, he'd given her a sign of complete trust, without knowing it. Or maybe he had.
He sat beside the bed, the better to organize his thoughts. He'd let her near him when he was almost incoherent with pain. And had let her cut him even. He'd never ever thought that he'd trust someone like that. He had never trusted Kikyo like that, even in life. They just hadn't had enough to make that step. The hanyou pulled up his knees and set his crossed arms on them. He hated to think about that-he struggled for a word and couldn't really find one that fit so he settled for 'mess'. That fucking hell of a mess.
Inuyasha sighed and just let his thoughts flow.
He didn't really want to go to hell. He'd only admit it to himself, but he was actually scared. After all, who willingly, in their right mind, wanted to go to hell? Hadn't he paid enough for that mess? She'd shot him with an arrow, 'killed' him, sealed his very soul to a tree for fifty years. He knew that she understood that it was Naraku that had tricked them, Naraku that really killed her, but she still was pissed off at him! And she'd helped Naraku, there was no other way to put it.
He still felt terrible guilt and shame for not trusting her, and that she'd followed him into death to be with him, but hadn't she come back to him in life? Real life? She'd come in Kagome, to try and make things right, he guessed. But besides making him wake up, he knew that Kikyo had had nothing to do with Kagome's actions. While they had smelled similar, (the living Kikyo and Kagome, that is, the zombie just smelled like dirt), and could easily pass for older and younger sister, certain parts of their personalities were so different it was almost unreal.
Kikyo had been kind and gentle, much like Kagome. She'd loved children, but never would have taken in a child like Kagome had. She would have seen it as a weakness. Kikyo had had no choice but to give up all life, all warmth. But while he respected that, he didn't like it.
After all, Kagome had taken Shippou in as her own, willing to risk her life to protect him. And Miroku, that lecher, she'd even taken him as a friend, although the hanyou had noticed that they'd been acting more like wise older brother and learning little sister than anything else. Sango was clearly the sister she'd never had, and they gossiped and joked all the time.
And that was the greatest difference between the two. Kagome let others near her, be her friend, and even if they betrayed her, she didn't stop trying to make friends. She simply didn't care that the same people that she loved could be used to hurt her. She would keep loving her friends, keep trying to make more, almost like weaving a safety net of those who could help her if she were to fall.
With a bit of a start, Inuyasha realized something. Kagome, while trying to cheer up Sango about her many losses, had once said, "What are friends, but the family we choose to let in? So long as you have your friends, you're never without family. And while the memories aren't the same, that doesn't mean that they can't mean just as much." Kagome was building a family in his world.
In some ways, that girl was a lot braver than he was, Inuyasha acknowledged. He'd been burned so many times....
The boy shook his head hard. 'Quit moping, hanyou! And like hell that crazy girl is braver than me! So what if I don't trust anybody?'
"I trust her," he murmured softly.
'Well, I shouldn't. That's a fast way to get killed.'
"She'd never betray me."
'But she sure can get herself into the stupidest amount of trouble!'
"I'd protect her anyway."
'She pays way too much attention to those other friends.'
"Hmm." He thought about that, (although part of him was also wondering at how he'd been having a discussion with himself.) Something niggled in the back of his head. The last time they'd gone to a village, Kagome had said something that had bothered him. Well, not so much bother as make him think.
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Kagome smiled at the village headman warmly as she made her introductions. "Hello, sir! I'm Higurashi Kagome, and this is Inuyasha. These are our friends,..."
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'Our friends. She'd said our friends. If they're my friends too, than that means that they're my family as well as hers. Like a pack.' The thoughts were spinning in his head way too much, so he closed his eyes in an effort to calm them.
It was so quiet in here. When was in Kagome's world, he had no idea how she slept with so much noise raging around her house. But in her room, the sound seemed so muted and buffered. He leaned his head back against the mattress. Demons were almost non-existant in this time, they had to be or else why were they all not flocking to the shards she kept in this time? He could let his guard down to half, but he still kept a weather-ear alert for any strange noises. Warm afternoon sunlight washed over his head through the window. It felt so good. His eyes drifted farther and farther shut.
Just a few minutes rest and then he'd go. Just a few minutes..
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hope you guys like it! Please review!