A/N: Okay, well since the last chapter was so short, I've decided to update as soon as possible. I'm off from school for a week, and I would be hanging out with my friends because come Monday, I'm off to Jamaica for a vacation (WOOHOO!), but I am unfortunately sick and therefore confined to my own home in hopes of my recovery before vacation. So, I can't update for a week after this. Sorry everyone! Just hang in there!
BTW: Kayla, yes your constant nagging did get me to my computer to update, so BIG THANK YOU!
Inuyasha is a merciless assassin who can never satisfy his lust for blood. His life is full of lies, cheating, drugs, sex, and killing. And then he is hired to kill a girl who is different from all the others, and his bitterness is put to the test. Can she change him from the monster he is?
Chapter 6:
It was short and sweet. He could taste her cherry flavored lip-gloss as he licked her lips for entry. Inuyasha reached forward and cupped her shin while they kissed. He felt the vibrations of a moan from deep within her throat, though he could also sense her shock at the sudden kiss. Still, he could also sense her happiness at his sudden act. He felt a feeling well from deep within her that was kept inside for a long time, or so it seemed. Passion. Yet within a few short seconds the blissful kiss was over. Inuyasha still couldn't just forget that he was with this girl so he could kill her.
When they pulled apart, only a few inches, with Inuyasha leaning over the table, he then spotted a large bruise on her left shoulder where her shirt had slid down slightly. He moved his hand down from her chin and ran his fingers to her shoulder, lightly fingering the bruise. His brow furrowed with concern and confusion, a mix of genuine and feigned emotions. His acting was constant, as his job required, but for the first time in his life he was faced with an internal conflict that threatened his motives as an assasin. This girl had been there for him when his mother was killed. This girl had been his first real friend, if only for a few hours. And he could not deny the feelings he had for her, not to himself or to anyone else. He found his fake concern being edged away by the genuine concern, until he was finally stripped down. The shield he constantly held up around him was slipping away. He was letting Kagome have a glimpse of the real him. The him that was there eight years ago before he killed his father.
He tilted his head slightly, in question. She looked away, her eyes revealing shame and sadness.
"Kagome?" Inuyasha asked.
Immediately, as if his voice had hit a switch, she covered her face with her hands and broke into sobs. Inuyasha could sense heads turning as he tried to console her, slipping her sleeve back onto her shoulder to avoid any types of suspicion from the other people in the café.
"Hey, it's okay," he cooed, trying his best to comfort her as her put his arms around her. But she didn't stop sobbing; couldn't stop. He stood up, still holding her in his arms, and led her to the door. She walked in a sluggish way, as if her legs had become elastic. She leaned into him and sobbed into his shoulder as he helped her into the Ferrari. Then, he drove her to the only place that he could think of at the time. It was the place he always went when he needed to feel some sort of peace. He had not shared this spot with anyone, and was extremely territorial of it, as if he owned it. To him, it was his own private property.
He pulled the Ferrari up to the house in which he was staying. He had not even shown this house to anyone. Kagome looked surprised, realizing that it was abandoned and dilapidated. He stepped out of the car, headed over to Kagome's side, helped her out, and then led her behind the house.
Kagome's look of confusion deepened as he led her around the house. It softened her crying until she was no longer sobbing audibly. Her tears streamed more slowly and if Inuyasha hadn't been looking at her every few seconds to read her facial expression, the only clue that she was crying was the occasional sniffle.
She looked to the back door, expecting him to lead her there. Yet Inuyasha knew that he never felt comfortable in the house. It was a safe place for him to hide himself, but it was filled with a negative energy that nearly suffocated him. The place he was leading her was in the forest behind his house. The forest reached nearly ten square miles and was filled with deep, tall, green pines and maple trees with lush green leaves that always fell late in the fall and returned earlier than trees normally do. At night the crickets whisper to one another and in the morning the birds sing to the world around them. Often, Inuyasha found himself being awakened by those birds, lying on the mossy ground of the forest. He could hardly ever sleep in the dreary basement in which he lived, and sometimes his feet just led him to the spot, where he leaned against the soft, moss covered bark of a tree and let the brook running alongside set him asleep. The brook was about four feet wide, getting thinner or wider in certain spots, and about a foot deep, getting to be a few inches or even three feet in other areas. It was clear and fresh. It trickled softly, making a soft sound but somehow not breaking the silence of the depth of the forest. As he thought about that spot, the one place he felt whole and pure. There, by the brook, it seemed as if everything else was just being washed away.
But as his mind brought him there, so did his feet. He led Kagome through the forest until there they were, and he was helping her lean against his moss covered tree, and he was dipping his hands in the fresh, icy water and lightly wetting her forehead. Before long, Kagome's soft crying had stopped and she was looking around, her eyes bright once more. Yet now Inuyasha could see something behind her curious awe at the beautiful forest around her. There was a type of anxiety that was peeking at him from behind her golden-brown iris. Yet she didn't speak; couldn't speak. Now that she had stopped crying Inuyasha's comforting had died down with his whispers of "It's okay," and "Calm down, Kagome, I'm here." An hour before, Kagome had been outgoing, bubbly, and effervescent. Now, it was the quiet and withdrawn Inuyasha that spoke first.
"After my mother died, I started sleep-walking. I've done research since then; it's sometimes stress-induced. I was traumatized after the death of her, after mur-" Inuyasha stopped, afraid. He had never spoken about that night, except to whisper responses to the questions of the police. Yet he wanted to talk now. He needed to. "After murdering my father in her defense," he sputtered. It felt better to get it out, despite the frightened and confused look on Kagome's face. Yet after she saw the pained look that had somehow crept across his face, her expression softened with understanding. She saw what he had done to his mother. She could understand his reaction to her death was to attack the man who killed her. He continued speaking.
"One night, I woke up here. I had been staying with an old woman that had been my neighbor for my entire childhood. She had always taken me under her wing whenever I needed somewhere to stay. My parents trusted her, or at least my mother did. My father never really cared. Her name was Kaede. The police took me to her and she became my guardian. The first night I stayed with her, I thought I'd finally be able to rest without the dangerous sleep walking. I was wrong. Yet when I woke up here, I felt neither horror nor regret. I felt peace. That's why I brought you here. I wanted to… share a part of that peace with you. I woke up right where you are sitting now. The birds were singing and the sun was peeking out from the lush canopy of the trees, shining on me until my eyes flickered open. I didn't want to leave. And so I sat there, the sun warming my whole body until it traveled over and lit up a patch of grass across the brook. I must have dozed off again for a few minutes, because when I woke up there was a fawn there, silent as the night. She was drinking from the cool water of the brook, and I could feel her eyes on me, watching me. She was hesitant of me and afraid to relax with me watching. I didn't move. I just watched her, smiling softly. She added to the peace. And then I realized that she was too young to be without her mother. I looked around, trying to find the mother deer, but my movement frightened the fawn and she bounded off. I stayed for a few more minutes, and then realized that the fawn was like me. She was all alone. And then I reluctantly got up and wandered until I found a road and made my way back to Kaede. Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I come here. And I always feel that same peace."
Kagome was smiling. Her eyes weren't as frightened or anxious as before. She was calmer.
"You're a poet," she said, giggling and crawling over to me. She now had a sultry look in her eyes that made me a little bit nervous.
"Nah," I said, reaching for the back of my head. I realized how out of character I must have sounded. I felt fake, like I was worthless for somehow being something I'm not. I didn't want her to think that I was a good person, when I was the one who was supposed to kill her. Yet I knew that somehow, this was the real me. This place brought out the real person that was deep inside of me. I looked at her, an eager, sultry, passion in her eyes, and then I smiled. It was a real smile. A true, genuine smile. It was the first real smile I had ever given to anyone since the last time I smiled at her, eight years ago. And now, here I was giving her that same true smile.
It seemed to happen slowly, as she tilted her head to the side and leaned closer and closer to me. Her eyes closed and her lashes tickled her soft, porcelain cheeks and I felt my eyes closing, as well, and then our lips met. The bird's song died away and all I knew was she. My arms wrapped themselves around her small body and slid slowly down her back until I stopped out of respect for her. Yet her kiss became more eager and more passionate. She arched her back as my tongue explored her mouth, taking on a mind of its own. I kissed her with a passion I had never shared with anyone. Her hands moved up and rested on my chest while my hands moved lower and lower until she moved onto my lap, straddling me, and therefore my hands were resting on her cute, round ass by her own accord. We kissed and kissed, and her body started swaying against mine, her pelvis pressing against mine until I felt myself perk up even more than before. Out of embarrassment, I moved her off of me, not breaking our kiss, but while doing so I fell over and she moved herself on top of me. I felt my embarrassment edging away and soon my hands were moving all over her body. She moaned, softly, and then with increasing intensity. I moved my lips down to her neck while she kept swaying and moaning. My lips moved downward until they reached the low neck of her shirt, and in one swift movement and pulled her shirt neck down only one-inch, no lower. I know where to stop. And yet my lips found the soft flesh of her breast, just for a second. I did not want to break a boundary. I slid her shirt back up and moved my lips back to hers, moaned softly, and then broke the kiss.
When we pulled apart, we were both breathing heavily with passion, our lips swollen softly from the kiss. I leaned my head back onto the mossy ground, breathing heavily and she leaned her head on my chest, cuddling up to me. It that moment, everything else faded away. This moment was perfect. I had never felt perfection until then.
But the perfection had to end. Kagome was ready to talk.
"There's this boy. He says he loves me, but He never leaves me alone. I want nothing to do with him.I'm sometimes afraid that he's there when I sleep, watching me. Wanting me. And I can't breathe. My head tries to tell me it's all right, but my body breaks into this cold sweat. Whenever the phone rings, I know it's him. When I pick up, he never introduces himself. He just says my name in this way that scares me, and I hang up. He's always asking me to go out with him, but I don't feel safe with him. Yesterday," she said, a tear creeping down her cheek, "he didn't react well to me saying no." She softly places a hand over the bruise I had seen earlier. "I can never tell when he's watching me. I'm never save. He sends me letters that threaten me, threaten my family. And he says that he'll always be watching me… He stalks me and I am afraid for my life. And for my family."
I reach for the hem of her shirt, frightened for what I may find as I slide it up over her head. I lay in gently on the ground and look back at her. There is the bruise on her shoulder, a clear bruise of a hand mark on her wrist, and a huge, black and blue gash below her left breast.
"He did all of this?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "I don't know. Sometimes I wake up from bed and there's a new bruise." Her tears are streaming now, and she's choking out sobs of uncontrollable grief and fear. I feel horrible for taking her shirt off, for exposing her. I slide it back over her head and hold her close to me, stroking her hair. She clings to me and I hold her tightly. I don't ever want to let go.
A/N: Well, I've decided that I will end here for now. A little sort of cliff hanger. OoOoOH! What will happen next? HMMM… Only I can know! MWAHAHAHA! I promise I'll update as soon as I get back (read the A/N at the beginning of the chapter if you are confused). BUT ONLY IF YOU ALL REVIEW AND SPREAD THE WORD ABOT MY STORY! WOOHOO!