A/N: SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! While writing this chapter, I was listening to The Used. And, being as how I'm on their street team, I should promote them so… BUY THE USED CD! I highly recommend the song "Sound Effects and Overdramatics," "All That I've Got," "I Caught Fire (In your eyes)," and "Choke Me," which is on their first CD. Both CDs rock hard. I LUV METAL ROCK!
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 10 (WOOHOO! THE DOUBLE DIGITS!)
The forest was quite for the rest of the day. Morning had faded into a warm, cozy afternoon lit by the soft light penetrating the forest, and then into evening when the sun began to set and the forest was lit in a purple glow, and then night when the forest became a vast black zone of silence. Inuyasha's cell phone was floating in the current of the brook nearly two miles from where Inuyasha and Kagome were, at the special area, carried downstream by the brook. The forest around them was now a still black of night, the last rays of sunlight drowned out by the thick canopy of the trees. The temperature was dropping rapidly, so Inuyasha and Kagome pulled their clothes on, which had dried from their rendezvous in the icy brook water by the suffocating sunlight of the afternoon. Still cold in the dark loneliness of the empty darkness, they held each other in tight grips. A colony of mosquitoes swarmed around them and gathered by the water until they moved on down the brook, their soft buzz leaving the two in the silent darkness once again. Kagome was laying between Inuyasha's legs as he leaned against The Tree, huddling up to his chest to escape the chilly air as Inuyasha wrapped his arms around her, her harms hanging delicately and loosely around his waist. She listened to his heart pattering softly and contentedly. Every now and then, Inuyasha would nuzzle the top of her long, dark hair and she would look up at him with her large, loving brown eyes until they kissed softly and innocently, their smiles soft and peaceful. Peaceful.
As it grew darker and darker, the crickets grew louder and louder and sang like the crisp, creaky, soothing strings of a violin, and the frogs began to croak to add a deep, resounding bass note that vibrated through the dark, and the stream rippled like the notes of a piano rippling up and down the scale, until there seemed to be an entire concerto engulfing the two like a blanket, and soon the chill gave way to a comfortable peace. The dark silence was over, and instead that were bathed in the sweet music of midnight.
Shattered Peace. And then the orchestra was shattered, murdered, slaughtered by the metallic, screeching sound of a sword sliding out of its sheath. Kagome's brown irises narrowed in fright. And then cruel laughter was filling the air like the smothering smoke of a fire gone out of control. Kagome clutched Inuyasha's shirt in the fist that formed at the sound of the demonic laughter. Fear was wafting off of her beautiful body like pollen from a dying flower. Inuyasha felt her heart bounding against his chest as he clutched her closer to his body. The need to protect her was choking him. The laughter came closer and closer, evil, taunting, and frightening. Soon, Kagome was shaking with fearful convulsions, then screaming, then she was crying and laughing and screaming. She was in a complete and delirious panic.
"Kagome! Kagome, shhh…! I'm here. I'm protecting you," he murmured to her, attempting to calm her in any way possible. He held her close, loving. Then he was standing up, holding onto her tightly to reassure her, and then pushing her behind him and pressing her up against the tree on her back, her stomach to his back. He wanted to help her feel secure, but at the same time be in a position in which he could protect and she could be guarded on all sides.
The forest suddenly became deadly quiet. Inuyasha's senses were turned to the max, alert for any sound or movement. Yet when Kagome whimpered softly, and he felt her body pressed against his, he softened for an instant. Just one millisecond, and then everything happened within the next millisecond. The shimmer of a polished silver blade flashing across Inuyasha's chest, Inuyasha falling to the ground in agony and shock, and then the sickening, gut wrenching sound as the blade plunged into Kagome's shoulder. Inuyasha watched through the dark, the growing rose of blood spiraling larger and larger, drenching her shirt in the reflected light of the blade as she gurgled and blood poured out of her mouth and over her soft, beautiful lips in tiny rivulets. She reached up, fingering the blood all over her breasts, now, and drew her finger away, gazing at the blood in a misty half-consciousness. And then the man pulled the sword out of her body, slowly. Laying her onto the soft ground, the attacker whispered "I'm sorry," before running into the night, quiet as a deer.
Inuyasha was left kneeling over Kagome's dying body. "No, no… no… no… NO!" he was muttering over and over again, ranging from barely audible whispers to shouts and screams of pain, rage, and misery. Kagome reached a trembling hand up to his face, stroking his cheek with the last of her strength. Her whispers were choked out, and blood was now pouring out of her mouth, splattering Inuyasha's face when she spoke, drenching the ground, the trees.
"I love you… Don't let… go." And then her life faded away into close to nothingness.
"No!" Inuyasha yelled. A tear escaped his eye, but before his misery could explode from his heart, his need to save her took over. He ripped her shirt down the middle, careful to stay away from the wound right over her right breast. Then, he carefully slid the blood soaked material from her body, aware not to let it touch the wound. And then, with the fabric removed, the blood began to gush harder, the flow thick and deadly. With a curse, Inuyasha tore off his own shirt and pressed it against the wound, ignoring the grimace of pain that appeared on Kagome's unconscious face, her pain breaking her into consciousness. But then, she quickly faded back. She continued to fade in and out of consciousness, moaning Inuyasha's name softly.
Inuyasha tied his shirt tightly around her chest, slowing the flow of blood. Then, as the blood continued to gush despite the restriction, he slid off both of his socks and covered the wound with them, then recovering it with his tied shirt. The blood flow was slowing gradually, easing Inuyasha's frantic acts, but he did not know if it was that there was no blood left for her to bleed, or if his tourniquet was working. Yet, he tucked an arm underneath her legs and her back and lifted her up, bridal style. Then, he was racing out of the forest with her in his arms.
Within two minutes, Kagome was laying on Inuyasha's messy, rotting bed. Inuyasha groaned in regret at having to lay her there, where she was not comfortable and where the wound was more likely to be infected, but it was the only place he could take her. She was fading quicker than before. Her skin was paling, and the pulsing of blood coming from her wound was thinning, her pulse slowing. Soon, her face was white and her body was shaking all over, involuntarily. Inuyasha removed the bloody material he had covered her wound with to soften the blood flow. Wincing, he poured alcohol onto the wound. He knew that if Kagome were conscious, she would be in even more excruciating pain, the wound plus the alcohol. He prayed that it wasn't hurting her in her unconscious state. The alcohol drained into the wound, and Inuyasha could see that it was deep. Very deep. Too deep. Yet the blade had not plunged completely through her; there was no exit wound for the blade. Yet Inuyasha could see that it was about four inches deep. He quickly pressed a waded up undershirt onto the wound. He pressed that against the wound to keep the blood in while he used another to wipe the blood around her wound, over her breasts, and down her stomach. Finally, her paling flesh was visible through the blood. Then, he used another shirt to wrap around her again. After tying a tourniquet around her chest for the wound, he leaned back and sighed with misery, sorrow, and sleep.
Yet he realized that though he had done all he could for the wound, the rest of Kagome's body was still shaking, and still dying. With a jolt of terror, he ran frantically to the refrigerator. Water and Soda… he snatched the soda from the shelf and ran to Kagome. He dripped it into her mouth slowly and her body swallowed involuntarily. He knew, though, that her body needed glucose for energy to help restore her.
Finally, realizing that the flow of blood had slowed and that color was beginning to pour back into her skin pigmenting her to her normal, sweet olive complexion. Her cheeks became rosy, and her breathing became more level. Yet the pain was still visible on her unconcious face. Yet he knew that with the right care, she would heal. In about an hour her would remove the bandages and dress the wound with bacitracin or neosporin. And then he would cover it with new, fresh material. And then, knowing that Kagome would survive, knowing that she would heal, knowing that he would be able to hear her voice again, to see her eyes open again, he realized that the blood that was still flowing was his own.
A quick glance down at the slash across his chest, and then black.
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Is Inuyasha gonna die from blood loss? Will Kagome die without him to help her? And who was the attacker? ONLY I KNOW! REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE!