Waking
Her breathing quickened. She didn't know what to do, but if she didn't do something she was sure Inuyasha would turn into a full youkai.
Ever so slowly, she began to slide, inch by inch, out of his little entrapment, careful not to touch him overmuch.
"Kagome," was the only warning she got before his hands came up and slammed her shoulders to the ground, keeping her there. "I told you." His voice was more of a snarl now as if he was growling at her.
She let out a small whimper of pain, the only sign that it hurt, and stayed where she was. "Sorry." When he was sure she wouldn't move, he slid his hands off, down to the grass beside her head.
She could hear a low rumble in his chest, close to purring, but not quite. Suddenly she was aware of a slight pressure, not on her body, but in her mind, pressing on her soul. Each time she moved the pressure increased, but when she was still, it died down somewhat.
"Inuyasha, can you feel that?" she asked hesitantly.
"……Feel….what?" It sounded as though he was struggling for air, fighting against a force unknown.
"That pressure."
"Hell, I'm under a lot of pressure right now."
She shot him a glare which, unfortunately or fortunately, he didn't see.
"No need to be so rude. I just feel as though…I guess you could call it a weight of some kind. It's, like, pressing on me."
"Look, Kagome. This conversation isn't helping so please SHUT UP."
She sighed in resignation and just lay there, staring into the sky, waiting for him to come to terms with whatever was happening, forgetting just what change would come over his body.
"The stars are always beautiful out here," she said after a long pause. "I never really get to look at them when I'm home, but here they're always so easy to see. You could feel like you could just reach out and touch them."
Unnoticed by Kagome, the hands at the sides of her head began to clench into fists, tearing at the soft soil beneath them. Inuyasha felt as though he were about to explode. Something hot flowed through him, so hot it was nearly searing the insides of him apart. But for some reason, it felt good. He wanted to embrace it, cherish it, and become lost to this new feeling. He could only describe it as one thing—power; unlimited, unfocused, uncontrolled power.
Kagome's voice was the only thing keeping him from going over the edge; that soft, sweet voice calling him back to reality. If she stopped, he wasn't sure he wouldn't take that power. He could hear her through slightly hazy ears going on about nothing...but it was nice.
"What do you think, Inuyasha?"
Silence.
"Inuyasha?"
Nothing.
Giving up, she put her arms behind her head, letting her gaze wander the length of sky she was permitted to see. All that could be heard around them was the chirp of the insects and she liked it. It was kind of peaceful—serene in a way she'd never known.
That's it. He couldn't hold it together anymore. The burning took hold and it racked his body so hard he collapsed onto Kagome, hearing her small gasp as his full weight hit her. It was a relief in a way; the pain stopped.
She tried to push him off, but he was too heavy. His body seemed limp and dead. At first she was scared, but that quickly passed into anger as he just lay there.
"Look, Inuyasha, if this is a joke, I'm not laughing. You've had your fun now get off." She gave him another shove, but he didn't move. "Okay; jokes over. Ha-ha—there, I laughed. GET OFF." The more he didn't respond the more nervous she became. "Come on, Inuyasha. Please get up. This isn't funny."
His hands shot up, trapping her shoulders once again in an iron grip, pushing her further into the ground. He lifted his head and looked at her with alien eyes—big, red strangers eyes; a very hostile stranger. Growls rose from his chest like deep thunder as if her were trying to tell her something.
"In-Inuyasha?" she said in a small, tentative voice.
His growls became louder, more insistent than before and his grip tightened, painfully so. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering in pain and moved her hands to raise them in surrender, but his grip tightened all the more, so she lay there immobile and frightened. His nails began to dig into her flesh, blood spilling forth in tiny drops from his claws and tears began to come down her cheeks.
"Inuyasha… I'm sorry." His face looked so angry, she didn't know what to do, what he wanted. One hand moved of its own accord, raising itself slowly and lightly placed itself on his cheek in a small comforting caress.
His face became contorted, confused and shocked at the simple contact. His hands seemed to let some of the pressure off of their grip and he stared down at her in bewilderment, still making the rumbling noises as though he were trying to communicate.
"I can't……I don't…understand," she said slowly.
Inuyasha's grip tightened up again once she spoke, harder than before, making her cry out. Her hand fell away from his face to drop lifelessly at her side.
"Inuyasha, please…please stop…… It hurts." She whimpered when his hold increased, drawing forth more of her blood, letting it slide down her clothes, seeping through the cloth into the ground beneath her.
The pain. It was all too much. Her head was starting to feel light, her eyes beginning to haze over.
"Inu…yasha…"
Then it all went black.
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