White Dogs: Perversity.
Rating: PG-13, R for some parts
Song Used: What You Are by Audioslave
Genre: Everything left of the middle. Beware the dry wit. And Sarcasm. Could be dangerous to your health.
Warnings: What could I warn you about that you haven't already read?
Disclaimer: All together now. Silver does NOT own Inuyasha. There. That wasn't so bad now was it? I know you all are disappointed. But you'll live. Promise.
Summary: Oh, decisions, decisions. What's a girl torn between a love in the past and her emotional stability in the future to do? Good Question Bob. Let's ask Kagome. Kagome? What have you to say?: "What can I do? How can I make this right?" Bob: ….Well, there you have it. No one knows.
A.N.: Arrrgh! How I hate it when my dad reformats the computer without letting me burn my files to a CD. Y'see, My father dearest did just that so the chapter I had written was completely deleted. Along with all my other documents, which I needed…Luckily, I had most of it to memory. But trust from now on that I'll be writing out my chapters to paper before typing them. Insurance. Ha.
Another thing. Writers on a single story sucks. But writers block for anything and everything pertaining to picking up a pen and writing something is a killer disease.
Review Responses: Dude… I have gotten so many great amazing and marvelous reviews. I just died nearly every time I read one. Speaking of dying… and dead things.
S.C: In reply to your ::hands you the award for the best and most helpful review ever:: review. Thank you. I think Ill have Kagome go to the bathroom soon. Her bladder is probably 947639476 ounces too full. ^^;;;
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"And when you wanted me,
I came to you.
And when wanted someone else,
I withdrew.
And when you asked for light,
I set myself on fire.
And if I go far away,
I know you'll find another slave."
-What You Are// Audioslave.
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Chapter Thirteen: Another World. Part B.
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Humans were really quite interesting creatures, Sesshoumaru idled to himself. They were a contradiction to their fabric of existence. Greedy, generous, hateful, loving, kind, cruel… Every human was a walking Yin Yang. However they were an imperfect balance of the two; either leaning towards the dark or the light. As such humans had the affinity to be both. He'd rarely ever met a human with perfect balance.
As such it was rather bizarre that Kagome made him question these views.
He knew well enough that she would do whatever it took to protect those she loved, like many humans would. That she would kill to protect the ones she loved, and she had done so on a fare amount of occasions. He was secure in the knowledge of this. That she'd steal to feed them, would lie (she wasn't very convincing at it, he was sure) and do whatever she could so long as it meant ensuring her loved ones were safe. She would even die for them- though he could honestly see no point in that. This fact was simple yes; die to protect them. But he was curious as to how one would achieve this goal if one was dead. Thus he saw no point.
What he wanted to know was why all this seemed to further set her apart from her race that she was so a part of. And yet, on the same turn, not. He wanted desperately to understand this puzzle box wrapped in an enigma and further concealed by the child-like innocence yet age-old wisdom that was Kagome.
It was all very confusing. Sesshoumaru did not take well to being confused.
Ergo, he watched her, his keen eyes following her frantic movements. Her need to do something had pushed her to her feet and her loyalty drove her to pace in weary frenzied circles upon his carpet. Intent gold eyes swept down to the mentioned carpet and he imagined her could vaguely make out her tread path.
They shifted back to her face, a study of worry and hectic thoughts. She looked about ready to faint.
"Kagome. Sit down, before you fall down." He snapped, icy dominance touching the soft tones. The girl blinked wide doe eyes at him and planted herself in the chair without argument, more out of shock at being told what to do.
Five seconds later she'd leapt to her feet again and was glowering at him, "You can't tell me to sit and do nothing! I have to go back! Inu- ohhh…its all my fault."
She moaned as she sank back into the chair, covering her pale, fevered cheeks with her shaking hands. The dark swirling miasmic purity of her eyes flashed up to his, "But…what can I do?"
Good question, he concurred mutely, watching as she ran her hands through her hair in frustration. The thin, frail body she lived in was practically shaking with her thoughts and urge to follow her loyalty.
No doubt her fragile heart was quailing in the wakes of her need to stop his brother from going to hell with her sans life look-a-like, he though bitterly; surprising even himself. He focused on her again, and was startled minutely to find that all the frenzied activity had left her body leaving her slack in the chair. Gray eyes were dimmed with a soft kind of regret and sorrow.
He watched her, curious to the change. The image reminded him of a rag doll. Carelessly tossed away. Or perhaps a puppets whose strings had been severed from the cross of stick that gave it its life. It was a dismal image. Kagome was not made to be filled with this kind of torment.
Kagome shivered, staring at nothing. Her mind flashed back to all the times Inuyasha had brought her down and then when she finally broke. Despite all that he had done to her though, she felt no resentment towards him. He didn't deserve to be dragged to hell. She sighed, closing her eyes and listening to what her heart wanted.
She couldn't feel him there anymore, just the ache of loosing him and the need to keep him from being lost forever to a dead being twisted by revenge lust. Her eyes opened again, trained on the twin fang swords on the red swathed wall or more specifically the Tetsusaiga. He fang-blade seemingly floated there on a sea of crimson. A beautiful backdrop to the ugliness and battle scared blade of awesome power. So much like Inuyasha
She had done so much for him…
She didn't want to face him.
She didn't want to break again.
But she knew that she couldn't let her fear of him allow Kikyou to destroy him. She would do one last thing for him, then she would withdraw from his life. It would be…Her last gift; duties as a miko and the keeper of the Shikon no Tama not withstanding. It went without saying.
Kagome's eyes hardened a moment before softening to the clear gray-blue of a cloudy day after a good rainfall. She turned to look at the taiyoukai, one trembling hand coming up to rest over the Shikon, which lay nestled safely near her heart just under the shirt. The muscles in her legs coiled and released as she stood up, hand still pressed to the place just a few inches below the dip of her collarbone, just between her breasts.
Dark honey gold met her slate blue gaze, and then dropped to her lips as she mouthed her decision to him.
"I must," Barely even a breath supported the words. But he could read lips, and his sensitive hearing pulled the words from the air and into his mind anyways.
To be blunt, he was not surprised in the least. Rather, he'd been expecting it, really. Kagome was, when concerned for friend or family, as predictable as the rest of the human race. Long silver hair shivered as Sesshoumaru rose to fully utilize his superior height over her tiny form. Her wide blue-gray slate eyes blinked up at his towering person, slightly wary but wholly determined to have her way.
The taiyoukai hid the glint in his eyes; that was exactly what she wasn't getting.
"You wont be going anywhere till you have healed, ningen. And traipsing around in my abode like you have is not exactly helping your cause. You've torn your wound." He stalked towards her, fully playing the part of a predator on his deadly game of prowl. Forcing her to take an answering step back so that he did not touch her, "Again"
The emphasis was all too clear.
The miko plopped back into the chair he had backed her too, the seat of it forcing her knees to fold when they had come into contact. Kagome gaped at him, shocked. It seemed to have flown her mind that he was, after all, a youkai.
"H-how…did you..?"
A teasing smirk amused the man demons lips as he crossed him arms and looked down at her. The answer was frank, with a slight purring growl. "I can smell your blood."
The small human sitting in front of him made a fish like impression before finally regaining her vocal chords. She truly amused him sometimes.
Kagome accused, "You're trying to intimidate me!"
"Oh, I am, am I?" Sesshoumaru perked a finely crafted silver brow and titled his platinum head just ever so slightly. A perfect moue of predatory mock confusion if Kagome had ever seen one. Moments snuck by trying desperately not to be noticed as miko and youkai stared each other down in a near childish battle of wills. Nearly childish because this was more then a simple game.
Sesshoumaru gave curiosity a second to wonder why he cared so much about her going back to the silly hanyou in such a condition, but then he had come to terms with the fact that he did in some unconventional way respect this miko for her bravery. And now her weakness was calling out to a long forgotten side of him; he wished to protect her.
Who was he to deny himself something so simple? Five centuries before he'd have immediately ignored that voice or brutally murdered it to shut it up. But, time had whittled down his youkai pride and shaped it into something far more useful. Some might dare to venture a name for this new aspect of Sesshoumaru.
Humanity had grown in him.
And that same humanity was now demanding that he take care of Kagome till her wounds had healed nicely. His mind paused again. Wounds? Plural?
Yes….wounds. They sometimes went far deeper than just the skin. Sometimes… they affected the heart. Sesshoumaru's eyes softened, just barely. While the body bleed red crimson for proof of its pain, sorrow had no other way to show its pain that by bleeding tears. Eyes were the windows to the soul. So wasn't it safe to assume that Kagome, who he knew had been crying last night, when she cried… it was her soul bleeding?
Gently, a clawed finger traced the curve of her cheek, a near phantom touch for all the ginger care. A path that, no doubt, so many tears had taken in her life. Humans cried so often….
"You cant save everyone, Kagome." He whispered, beginning to pull back his hand.
Therefore, it's quite useless to say he was sufficiently startled (though it never showed on his face to be sure) when her small, delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist and held his hand in place against a silk-smooth cheek that pressed into his palm. A silent plea for this small measure of comfort.
Once again, upon seeing his clawed fingers poised so delicately against her flesh, he was reminded of exactly how fragile this little miko was. And, at the same time, just how weak she wasn't.
"My heart says I can try."
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A.N: I sorry this is so short. I really wanted to make it uber long for all of you. But my muse is like…dead. Truly. Im in search for a new one. I cant even draw. It depresses me. Im going to try harder on the next chapter. I promise. Im thinking of making White Dogs a trilogy of sorts. Who knows? ^___^