Author: Soliloquys
Disclaimer: Hiten nor any of the characters in my fanfiction aren't mine, all belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
Chapter 5: Kagome's Stupor
For days atleast all the girl knew was a numb agony rushing through her frail and beaten body. This drawn-out plateau of feeling finally came to an end only to allow the dominating pain of her afflictions to rule over her body as soon as she awakened. It was indescribable; all of her sore body parts--especially that wrist--would throb in pain until her mind pulsed out over it and brought more pain anew.
A few moments kept the girl paralyzed from reaching out of her shell to observe her surroundings. Finally she shifted her thoughts so she could feel where she lay. Wherever she was, she lay curled up in a form fitting, soft textured comfort that nearly swallowed her up. A good amount of wind also ran over her body and through her hair. The dress around her legs, she could feel, flapped against her knees in the wind as well. Both eyes creaked open to mere slivers and resumed to lift so they were half-lidded. The scene laid before her was a blend of black and light blue; the two colors often seemed to crash and smooth over one another. Lazily she blinked to clear her blurry vision. Now she saw the soft rolling lumps of Hiten's storm cloud, and in the background lay a clear sky.
It was the first time she had seen a clear sky in a week. It was beautiful, but her thoughts were cut short by another tremoring pulse at her temple, followed by the inevitable question--where was Hiten? Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to let out atleast the smallest groan, but she felt her throat dry and tight. Her mouth wanted to water, and her stomach felt uneasy, but she couldn't do much about it. Not only was she pinned down like this because of her pain, she really didn't feel like moving. There was no reason to twitch a finger or shift. Why let Hiten know she's conscious or alive?
The uneasiness in her gut was now leaping about, trying to boil up to her throat. Yet she didn't let it- there she stayed and just tried to keep it down. It was revolting nonetheless, and finally the miko had to roll over to the edge of the cloud and bend half way down. Gripping her throat, seconds later whatever her stomach had refused to digest now poured from her, flying out behind the moving cloud in the wind. Her mouth tasted rotten, and now the horrid taste in her mouth made her eyes water. Then she cried.
For a long time she did not move from that position, sobbing her heart out silently and hoping that the wind would bring her tears to InuYasha's grave. Backing up onto the cloud again, she slumped dangerously close to the edge and wiped her eyes with her finger. The girl didn't have to look, she felt the icy cold stare piercing the bruised flesh of her back. So much for trying to play dead.
I n u Y a s h a . . . first his body had been mutilated, and now his grave was demolished as well. Could he not even rest in peace? Anger, the exact feeling she had whenever she was thrown from the cloud, surfaced. That...bastard. Shifting a bit, she turned her head to look at Hiten sitting on the other side of the cloud. She felt her nails dig into her palms and found herself glaring upon him.
The dark outlines of his eyes seemed to pull in towards one another, his tanned face unmoving like the rest of his body. Blood red irises that had been staring forward now drifted off to the side to look at her. Yet, she felt no fear--even after his lips had been tugged down into a frown. For several moments, they merely glared at one another.
He must've enjoyed being glared at for some reason. The lines of his face creased into a smirk and he turned away from her. His eyes closed and she heard what could be passed as chuckling. Biting down upon her lip, she tried to loosen her throat to say something. Then her eyes flickered to his lap where his hand rested, palm up. There was...a flower held in his hand. It was the same flower she had given to Manten the day she left the battlefield.
But that didn't change much. She had laid a flower upon Manten's grave, and Hiten completely disrespected InuYasha by annihilating his! Her body trembled and she looked back to the youkai's face. It had turned into a frown once more. There was another length of silence and then he spoke. "You better learn to control your emotions."
Oh, just like how he controlled his emotions whenever Manten died?! He went of his damned rocker. Idly she pulled herself to sit up and looked away, dark tendrils blowing in the wind. Her dress was gripped tightly with both hands, and she stared off into the distance. There it was again, the silence. A sigh escaped her lips, but not completely; Hiten's voice interrupted.
"I never destroyed that village." Kagome looked a little confused and she looked back at him. He was glaring at her, of course, and her eyes dropped down to his lap where his fingers curled over that small flower. There was nothing to say, so she turned away once again and exhaled. There was no room to believe that he was an honorable type of youkai--she still hated him to such degrees. And now they were going off somewhere, alone, and she had nothing to protect her from his wrath.
Just where were they going?