Chapter Three: Wounds

He could feel himself rising out of the darkness. slowly, Inuharu was regaining conciousness. He groaned loudly and held his head. 'What the hell happened?' memories came back to him, the girl, those men, and that stange priestess. 'Wait... priestess!' he shot up like a bolt, staring wildly around the room. How the hell had he survived? Suddenly, pain overwhelmed him. He fell back to the bed and cried out, the gun wound in his chest had reopened. Eyes clenched shut, his body was wreeling in pain. Getting shot could be fatal to a human, but not to a hanyou. It still hurt like hell though.

His ears flicked under the concealing spell, he could hear footsteps; coming closer. the footsteps were soft, growing slightly louder as the closed. Most likely those of a woman. He also felt an aura, the aura of a priestess. 'Shit!' he thought, 'shes come to finish me off'. Inuharu struggled to move but found he could not, it hurt to move even an inch. He stared up at the door as it cracked open, and revealed the same priestess as the night before. 'I'm dead' he though to himself weakly and closed his eyes, waiting to be purified.

...nothing happened. he cracked one eye open slowly. There, about 3 inches above him, hovered Kagome, carefully studying him. Inuharu stared up, wide eyed and pressed himself down into the futon he lay on. He turned his face away, withering under her inspection.

"Are you alright?" a soft voice asked, laced with worry and concern. Inuharu turned toward her, staring again and asked, "W-what?"

"Are you ok?" the voice asked again, it was her voice. "Your hurt really badly" The eyes that had been inspecting him before softened, showing the same concern her voice did.

"I'll live, I've been shot before" Inuharu stated matter-of-factly. The girl in front of him gasped. "You've been shot before! how did you survive!" He stared at Kagome like she was crazy 'wait... that means she..'

"You didnt notice then" Inuharu breathed out. Silently praying to whatever god had undoubtibly saved his life. Kagome tilted her head curiously, "noticed what?" He choaked, had he said that out loud? "ah, um.. nothing" She continued to watch him. 'so he is a demon after all'. She had decided to play along to get some answers, now she had them. 'and maybe he just wants to be left alone'.

"Can you sit up? i'm going to redress your wounds" Kagome asked quietly. Inuharu nodded and sat up, reaching to take off his shirt. "your injured, let.. me..." Kagome stared as he pulled off his shirt, revealing a slightly tanned, muscular chest. She continued to stare dumbly, and Inuharu noticed. He shifted uncomfortably and blushed. "W-what?" Kagome jumped at his voice and snapped her eyes away. "nothing.." she said with a blush. Both stared nervously into the room around them, both far too embarassed to look eachother in the eye. 'How am i supposed to redress his wounds now!' Kagome thought franticly. Sighing both inwardly and out, she tried focusing on his injuries, then maybe she could get though this without passing out from embarassment.

She reached out toward him, but Inuharu backed away quickly. He hissed in pain, the wound was still open. Why the hell did gun wounds have to hurt so much? He didnt know exactly why he was so nervous, but something about this girl unnerved him. Becides the fact that she was a priestess, of course.

"Relax, i'm not going to hurt you" Kagome said and reached out to him again. He didnt back away this time but tensed up when she touched his skin. He was still very nervous, but something about her calmed him. Something he was suprised to feel, which only increased his nervousness. He gulped audibly when she leaned closer, now having the bandage partally undone. Inuharu felt her hair brush across his shoulder as she pulled the blood soaked bandage from his middle. She was blushing uncontrollably by this point, as her face was now only inches from his chest.

Blushing deeper, if possible, Kagome finally pulled the last section of the bandage off his skin and practicly jumped backwards, desperately wanting to escape his heated body. He cried out in pain again, the wound now completely exposed. In her hurry to get away, she had been more rough then she intended. Quietly whispering an apology, she quickly went to work inspecting his wound. He glanced down at her quickly, his dark blue eyes holding an intensity he never knew was possible. She was giving him so much attention, dressing he wounds like this. Treatment someone like him surely did not deserve. But yet there she was, once again inches from his heated skin, hands gliding across it. He tilted his head back over his shoulders, as it was the only way for him to get his eyes off her. He groaned out loudly, who knew getting medical attention could be so enjoyable?

Her eyes snapped up at the sound, hands freezing. He had groaned it what seemed like pain, his head tossed back over his shoulders.

"What is it?" She asked, obviously worried.

"Gah.. nyah.. nothing" he panted out weakly. His breathing was short and quick. The gunshot must have gotten to him somewhat. Even demons cant take something like that and not be in pain.

How wrong she was. Inuharu couldnt feel even a bit of pain at the moment. All his attention was focused on her hands, which were working diligently on his wound, only now beginning to redress it. All pain was gone as the sensations her hands were giving him fogged his mind. Gods why did this feel so good? shes a priestess, a human. i shouldnt be thinking these things about her.

Her hands left his body, their job done. Around where his wound once was held a bandage, wrapped tightly around his body to prevent loss of blood. Inuharu whimpered at the loss of contact, already missing her hands on him. Realizing the things he had been thinking only moments before, he snapped his eyes shamefully down to hers. Her eyes looked back with a mixture of confusion and embarassment. She was still blushing, badly.

"What?" she said quickly, still unable to tear her eyes from his. Those eyes, they looked bottomless, so expressive. And right now they looked guilty almost, hurt.

"N-nothing.." he stammered out, turning to gaze somewhere else. She looked down at her hands, they were still shaking. Why did she feel so flushed around this guy? She held her face and turned away with embarassment. What the heck was wrong with her?