Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, why would I need to go to the school I hate so much? I don't own it. I seriously don't think we need disclaimers, for the website Url this story is hosted on its in fact, Either way, Inuyasha and company belong to Rumiko Takahashi. The used poem titles belong to Robert Frost.
"Warm…" Kagura murmured. She clutched onto a warm blanket, pulling it closer toward her. For some reason, she felt as if she could stay in her state forever. She fluttered her eyes open and saw Sesshoumaru in his sleeping state, and closed her eyes again. 'Sesshoumaru…' She thought, and pulled what she thought was the blanket closer to her.
Sesshoumaru woke up to the pull. He looked around him and tried to recall what had happened the night before. He turned his head, and cringed in pain, for the sudden turn of his neck released a headache. Then he saw her, clutching his kimono tightly. Sesshoumaru felt her warm breathe on his side.
He felt his cheeks redden lightly, and then shook it off. 'Foolishness.' He thought, although he didn't feel it was all true. Sesshoumaru turned his head again, and cringed at the pain of his neck. He looked around, and spotted broken glass, the lamp. Based on the broken lamp, he assumed that she tried to hit him, but he could not remember why or what had happened. 'I shall move.' Sesshoumaru thought, and he sat up to leave Kagura be.
His thoughts were interrupted when Kagura yawned. She moved up, resting her head on the "blanket" which was actually Sesshoumaru's chest. The option of getting up and leaving was no longer possible. Sesshoumaru had no choice but to wake her up.
"Kagura." Sesshoumaru ordered calmly. A mumble of frustration replied. "Kagura." Sesshoumaru repeated.
"What! What the hell do you want? I'm trying to sleep!" Kagura shouted, attempting to pull the "blanket" to cover her head. She failed, and suddenly Kagura wondered why Sesshoumaru was right next to her.
"You pervert!" She shouted and stood up immediately. Sesshoumaru just stood up, and headed towards the door.
"What were you doing here!" Kagura shouted, and Sesshoumaru turned around to answer. She suddenly felt dizzy, and swerved, falling forward. Sesshoumaru lept up and caught her before she fell onto the broken glass.
"What happened last night?" Kagura said quietly. "I don't remember anything…" She sloped down to her knees.
"I don't recall either." Sesshoumaru answered, and he left the room, sliding the door closed.
"What do you mean you don't "recall"!" Kagura yelled through the door.
'The nerve of him!' Kagura thought. She could not believe he had gotten her drunk and shared a futon with her. She still didn't believe his "don't recall" statement. How could he do that to her? She slammed closed the door to her room, and ignored Sesshoumaru when he called her. She felt awful. Her head spun, and she wandered down the creaky stairs towards the main door. Jaken was scrubbing the tatami mat, and he wiped his brow with his forearm. She stared at him oddly.
"What are you doing?" She asked, and narrowed her eyes at him. There was blood soaked in the tatami, and Kagura felt as if someone was murdered. Jaken looked up at her hopefully.
"Cleaning the blood. Don't you remember what you and Sesshoumaru did together?" Jaken asked her.
'What! What we did together?' She thought angrily. Jaken must have noticed her frustration so he quickly added on to his statement.
"Remember? You hunted a deer? Then you two got drunk. At least I think the both of you did. Maybe just you. I mean!" Jaken cowered, but Kagura just walked past him towards the door.
'Sake…no wonder. I should have refused. Who knows what I said to Sesshoumaru? Her headache made her feel horrible and filthy.' Kagura thought. Before leaving, she turned around and looked at Jaken. "I'm going to take a walk." She said.
'Why can't I remember?' Sesshoumaru thought. He felt that he was missing something very important, like something was said last night which was forgotten. He shook his head to lose the thought. Yet he liked how strong Kagura was. He pondered on how she knocked him out with the lamp. He shrugged everything out and looked outside the window. He smelt the air. He knew that a snowstorm would be coming, and he perked his ear to hear Kagura's voice, if she was speaking at all.
"Don't get lost. The woods are deep." He heard Jaken say. Sesshoumaru tsk-ed in disapprovement. 'Well, there was no use retrieving her now. It'll rain or snow, and Kagura will freeze.' He continued to look out the window. Tired, he lifted his own futon blanket and slept.
Kagura slid the door open, and shut it as silently as she could. She didn't want Sesshoumaru to know where she was going. She walked towards the rock that Sesshoumaru had taken her nights ago. Spotting the trail, she walked down it farther than he had taken her.
"Boom!" The thunder roared and Sesshoumaru woke up quickly. A flash of lightning lit the sky a few minutes later, and seconds counting another boom filled the sky. Sesshoumaru sat. 'Kagura!' He thought, and he rushed down the stairs to Jaken, who was still cleaning the tatami floor.
"Where is Kagura?" Sesshoumaru ordered. Jaken looked at him guiltily. But before Jaken could answer, Sesshoumaru had already left, and the cold wind shut the door with a bang.
Sesshoumaru sniffed the air, but he could not smell. The sulfur of the falling rain has censored smells from his nose, and all Sesshoumaru could smell was the faint scent of Kagura. He could not distinguish where it came from. He raced through the forest, rushing towards the scent.
Finally he found her, lying on the same road they had taken a few nights ago. As he flipped her over, he felt that her arms were cold, as was her face was white and cold, as no blood seemed to flow. Her eyes were closed, but she was alive, just weakly. Sesshoumaru picked her up, and dashed to the mansion.
Jaken put a warm towel soaked in hot water on Kagura's head. Kagura was fevering up, and was still unconscious. Sesshoumaru had changed her clothes into dry ones.
"What happened?" He asked quite silently afraid of being striked. Sesshoumaru said nothing. Instead, he stood up and shooed Jaken away, leaving the towel on her forehead. Jaken took too long, and Sesshoumaru simply kicked him out of the room, following a small "ow", he stepped out and slid the door closed. Then he simply went to his own room.
Jaken stayed. He wondered what happened to Kagura, and why his master cared so much for her. Poking his finger through the rice paper in the door, he peered inside. Kagura was sleeping, but fevering up. Jaken couldn't tell if it was sweat or the hot water from the towel dripping off her face. But he knew, that Kagura was really sick. Really ill.
Jaken felt a shadow above him and he looked up. Seeing Sesshoumaru, he smiled and scampered away. Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes. The door now had a huge hole the size of Jaken's eye ripped into it.
A few hours later, Kagura stirred. She coughed up some slime and rolled over to her side. She felt awful. There was only one other time she felt this way. When Naraku had tortured her. Weakly, she sat up, the damp towel fell to her lap, and her brain caught up with her. Her vision black, she clutched her pounding head.
What had happened?, she thought, and laid back down, still clutching her pounding head. She opened her eyes, looking at the door. A hole was there, and she rolled over to her other side. Figures…she thought.
"Kagura…Kagura…" Kagura heard a voice repeat over and over. She opened her eyes, looking straight into a pair of golden brown ones.
"Kya…" She screamed softly, startled at first, but then knowing that it was Sesshoumaru. Still, she wondered why he had woken her up.
"What do you want now?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and stretching. The room was dark, and Kagura assumed it was late at night.
"You can't run away anymore." Sesshoumaru replied, still standing above her.
"What?" Kagura asked, surprised and confused. She moved her hands away from her eyes and looked back at Sesshoumaru. He had sat up next to her. "What are you talking about?" She asked, still confused. The sound of buzzing was around her and she turned quickly to see where it was coming from.
'Saimyoushou!' She thought, and quickly turned her head back towards Sesshoumaru. Only, it wasn't Sesshoumaru. It was Naraku. His long black tangled hair stained the carpet, and he reached his hand to her, grabbing her neck, closing his fingers around it tightly. She choked.
"Kagura…you can't escape now." He said, digging his fingernails into her neck. Kagura twisted, using her hands to pull off his on her neck, but it didn't work. Kagura gasped, unable to breathe. Naraku's face stretched, his face more gruesome and demonic, and bared his fangs, as if he were to bite her to her death.
She screamed.