Hey, I don't own Inuyasha or any of the characters. So please don't sue me.
"Kagome!" Inuyasha burst through the closed window, catching her just before her head struck the floor. She was limp as a rag doll in his arms, and he slowly sat down on the floor, cradling her neck on his lap. Gently, hebrushed the hair off from her face, relishing the way the silky strands slid through his fingers.
Holding her like this, to actually be able to reach out and touch her skin and breathe in her scent... For the first time in his life, he felt overwhelmed. All he wanted to do was sit there and hold her. He would be content to do that for the rest of his life.
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The first thing she felt was the burning in her lungs. It was as though she had been burned from the inside out. Everything ached. Then she felt the hand in her hair, the legs supporting her neck. The material covering those legs... She would recognize the feeling of that material against her skin anywhere. That was fire rat fir.
"Inuyasha?" She whispered, trying to blink the stars from her vision. Fierce amber colored eyes met hers, and she felt all the blood drain from her face. "Inuyasha?"
"Yes." He answered gruffly, his expression bland. Tentatively, she reached up with one hand and pressed her hand against his cheek. Warm, smooth skin met her palm and she felt a slight shiver run through his body. Then, after slowly sitting up, she pulled her hand back and slapped him as hard as she could.
"Damn it, woman!" Inuyasha roared, launching himself to his feet. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What am I doing? What are you doing? What are you doing here?"
"Saving you from cracking you head against the floor, that's what." Inuyasha crossed his arms across his chest. "I saw the light coming from your window. It was not normal."
Kagome paused before speaking, giving herself a moment to let everything sink in. Inuyasha was here, really here, standing in her bedroom as though no time had passed.
Yet time had passed. She knew she probably looked different to him, just as he looked different to her. He wasn't as wiry as he had been before, his shoulders broader, arms more muscular. But it was his face that held her attention. He looked... tired. His expression made him look so much older, so much more a man than the boy she had known.
"You saw the light from my window." She repeated. "But how did you see it? What are you doing here, in my time?"
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His mind was blank. He couldn't remember why he was there, let alone come up with a good lie. All his senses were focused how her slender body had felt beneath his. Her scent swam through his head as he tightened his fists, his fingers still tingling from the sensation of touching her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kagome's voice had lost its startled edge. Even that was different about her. Her voice was lower, more husky. The voice of a woman.
His keen ears picked up the rapid beating of her heart, and he realized she was afraid. Afraid of him. Something he never thought could happen.
"I was making sure you're not hurt." He said gruffly, taking a step away from her.
"I'm fine." Kagome winced as she slowly stood up.
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The shikon jewel. It wasn't in her hand anymore.
Bending back down, she scanned the floor. Maybe it rolled under her bed, or behind her dresser.
"What the hell are you doing?" Inuyasha frowned.
"The shikon jewel, I was holding it when I..." His brows drew together. "I got dizzy. I think I'm dehydrated."
"Right." He snorted. "And that explains that light I saw. What the hell were you doing with the jewel?"
"Shut up." And to her surprise, he did.
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Kagome was crawling on the floor as she looked under her bed, her ass swaying with her movements. He watched her, transfixed. Thankful that his robes hid the aroused state he was in, he crossed to the other side of the room.
"It might have rolled under the dresser." He could hear Kagome's muffled muttering from under the bed.
"I'll check." He said, surprising himself. Bending down, he checked under the dresser, and then her bookcase.
"Anything?" Kagome knelt down beside him.
"No."She was close to him, so close. He turned and her face was right next to his, close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck. Her eyes searched his, then trailed down, resting on his mouth. There was nothing more he wanted than to bend down and claim her. Make her belong to him. But it was probably too late, now.
"I don't understand what happened." She said softly, looking away and breaking the spell.
"Are you sure you were holding it?"
"Yes."
"And no one else was here? No one else came in?"
"No one but you, Inuyasha."
"Then it has to be in here. Maybe it fell into a crack or something."
"What happened to you?" Kagome was looking at him again, and he swore he saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes. "Where did you go? You just left. Did I do something? Say something?"
Inuyasha's heart rate sped up dramatically. This was the conversation he had been dreading, the one he never wanted to have. Not since he returned to find she had left.
"Inuyasha, please answer. I need to hear it." Her voice hitched slightly. "Was it... was it Kikyo? Is that it? Did you return to her?"
"I need to go, now." Before Kagome could open her mouth, he was on his feet and out the window, jumping to the ground below.
He had to get out. It had been a mistake to come, a mistake to enter her room. A mistake to kiss her.
With one hand on the well, he glanced back over his shoulder towards the house.
He was in love with her. He knew it now, for sure. He loved her.
When he jumped down into the well, rather than feeling the rush and pull of weightlessness, he fell straight down to the bottom of the well and ended up with his face in the dirt.
"What the hell?" He spat out a mouthful of dirt, raking his claws over the bottom of the well. It wasn't working; he was still there.
He was stuck.
That's where I've got to end it for now. I have a HUGE statistics test Tuesday, and I haven't even begun to study for it. Hopefully, I'll have a couple more chapters up sometime next week.