Love and Pain of the Heart
By: Krystal Cardona
Sequel to 'Can't Tell your Heart Who to Love'
Hello loyal fans and new readers to the sequel to my grand CTYHWL fanfic. Again just as I explained in the original this is gonna be disturbing for the Inu/Kag fans, sorry. Just as in the first there is gonna be plenty fluffy stuff, over-rated drama, and your daily serving of cliffhangers. There might be more teary stuff and fewer lemons. There will be constant flashbacks to the first addition just incase you forgot some parts of the chapter, don't worry it won't break the tension of the story. At least one per chapter, you guys doesn't mind do you...? I always say it's not really a story with out flashbacks.
This is in no way a yaoi fanfic. Please and thank you. ENJOY!
Chapter one: The snake of guilt
There he sat majestically, his saintly silver locks whipping around in an exquisite cascade of silver tresses. He was how you said 'beautiful'... The golden orbs that where his eyes even more so 1lustrous than the sun it's self. A chiseled face, a clean-shaven chin and high cheek bones making him appear more masculine. A broad-set jaw and his medium neck connecting to his wide set shoulders. She'd seen him half-naked before and well... Kagome was pleased; he had a defined chest and a ripped stomach. Currently gauze and strips of fabric twist around his shoulder and waist. The bandages concealed an impaled torso. He was still injured from the attack... the battle with Naraku.
Inuyasha attacked with windscar to Naraku's turned back. "Windscar!" Immediatly at the hearing of this Naraku turned to the attacking hanyou, with a reflection gesture. He tripled the Windscar's strength and sent if fly back at the airborne hanyou. "HERE, HAVE A TASTE OF YOUR WINDSCAR!" The wave of energy hit the perturbed Inuyasha right on. He flew back; in his faintness he granted the fully transformed Tetsusigia to fly free from his hands. Inuyasha crashed into the granite flooring, leaving a trail of damaged rubble and coursing blood as he slid harshly against the flooring.
Unexpectedly Tetsusigia, still fully transformed and fully powered, lunged into Inuyasha's already injured abdomen, blood flew. It splatted against the walls and dripping it's way of out of the hole in his venter which Tetsusigia had caused. As he spit blood that had pocketed in his mouth, Tetsusigia untransformed and fell out of the wound, lying bloodstained and unprotected by the near-death hanyou.
She only knew what he had told her. The bandages glimmered sunlight, still fresh from this morning. As she recalled he healed faster...even now a two weeks after the battle he could barely move, running and such were very painful activities. Even so Kagome was stunned by how amazing he looked; her heart bolted against her briskly dropping and rising chest. He must have noticed how hard Kagome was breathing for he looked to her with an intense gaze, his golden suns flicking with demonic glory. Kagome found herself pinpointing his tender chaste lips, moist with fresh saliva. A strange stare made itself present in his radiant features. His eyes had 'what are you looking at?' written all over them.
Embarrassed Kagome shot my gaze away from the handsome hanyou. "What's wrong?" A profound intense voice boomed in her ears. "Nothing," In the secrecy of his blind sighted view she fiddled with her thumbs. "Why did you turn your back on me?" She felt his cool hands fondle her shoulders and caress the small of her back. She chewed her bottom lip in defense. "Don't you like me?" An icy hand stroked the feverish nape of Kagome's neck. A vibration, shock snaked down her spine, chilling her down to her bare feet. This was wrong, thankfully he wasn't here. As she looked back to answer him, he caught her chin, lifting it slightly. She felt his feverish breathe against her lips... She tingled with this. She not dare move her mouth to answer now, in fear that he might leave. With no reply he approached her, closer he came. Feverish lips that cloud my thoughts.
A heart ripping, tongue tying, stomach churning, breathe taking close. Never had he been so close that every beam of hollow sunlight that licked his velvety face was shown. Along with that every shadow that swathed his face and every shadow that attempted to conceal his gorgeous face but fail was defined. Slowly unconfident; she back away. Unanimated dirt lift as her hands brushed the surface. Leisurely closing and shutting eyes glowed with fury, not of anger... It was something different. When he looked to her who did he see? Was it she he was seeing or someone totally different?
Or yet better said did he see Kagome or that wench? Damn I hated her and every part of her being. Why was she even on this earth... most likely sent by the devil to taint it! The wretched women wasn't even alive for god-sake, she was a dead as the witch whom she had killed at the time of her resurrection. She had a body made of clay and half-decayed bone, to imagine that was his dream woman. That was alright, she had her own dream man. She didn't have to worry about Kikyo anymore...
Suddenly a name shockwaved her brain: Ayame! As soon as it had been transmitted it disappeared. She didn't have to worry about Ayame... Kouga had never even accepted the fact that he'd met her, much less cheat on Kagome with her. She was being foolish.
In an instance he kissed her, tenderly, geniality, aggressively, assertively. His saliva drenched tongue slid and massaged her bottom lip, fanatically asking for entrance to her mouth. She wouldn't allow... tightly she compressed her mouth. He wouldn't give up so easily; frenzied he tapped at her lips. Grinding and twisting, it was too much. Frantic searching finally made a gap in her once solid lips. Tepid breathe echoed in the carven of her mouth, humid and fervent.
The lust, the heat, and sensation every single thing felt by him. A hidden weakness unleashed, the target of his defeat. She was his greatest pleasure and his greatest fatality. If she were to die, he would be useless; he couldn't live on without her. She and she alone was his fantasy, his dream and only now had he realized it. Had he realized it any sooner she would be his, his and his alone. But no, he was a complete and utter idiot and now two healed, highly visible bite marks on the crook of her neck symbolized her as another's. She loved him deeply and intensively, as such her love was once unfathomable. Now that once oh so adjacent love was nothing more that a secluded, forgotten memory.
Kikyo had blinded him so long with her fury that once he saw how much he truly loved her... she was gone. Resting in the arms of another, locking lips with another man, being fondled by another man's hands. The mere thought was enough to send him over the edge, to make him choke his own life rope. Now he realized why Kagome was so concerned, Kikyo was truly and fully dead. With the lost of his greatest love he was cleared of any mystery, along with that clarified of his dim-witted actions. And now because of his stupidity she belonged to another...
She belonged to the Ookami youkai tribe. She belonged to Kouga, prince of wolves. Pretty boy of the ookami. A masculine yet with a boyish charm face, blues eyes that shined like the morning sun. A slick body, a trim waistline with medium build, toned nonetheless lean legs. He and Inuyasha were near the same in personality. Headstrong, over-confident, somewhat dense and a better than you-demeanor. There was only one big difference, Kouga unlike Inuyasha wasn't afraid to show his devotion; his love for Kagome.
A sharp pain throbbed in her lower abdomen, like a knife being thrust near her navel. It grew higher and higher till the pain pulsated in her aching heart, she couldn't take it anymore. She thrashed in his lips' embrace, over and over pounding her fist upon his pectoral muscles.
In desperation she pounded him in his wounded abdomen. Hastily he liberated her from his kiss. Arms promptly crossed his lower torso in a distressed attempt for relieve of the coursing pain. Pain-ridden chants bellowed from his hollow throat. "Inuyasha... don't do that!" She hissed through clenched teeth. "You see this!" She lowered the collar of her tee to displaying the two fang marks proudly. "Inuyasha, I'm Kouga's mate..." The words harshly grinded out of her throat, jaggedly said. Her words clenched and confined. She could still taste the tanginess of his tepid lips.
"Don't kiss me... We're just friends remember!" White knuckled and angered by his betray like actions. She snapped, she hated when he tried to get intimate with her. Weeks ago when she wished for the sensation of his touch, he'd ignored her for the dead miko and now that she belonged to Kouga he always wanted to be near her.
Why the hell did he want her now? Now that she was another man's, she was irresistible to him. But no she wasn't when she'd devoted her love to him... Why didn't he want her when she was available? He didn't but every other man in her life wanted her! Hojo and Kouga...It was all a jumble of mixed feelings, sorting them out wouldn't be a picnic. God everything about this was wrong...
She rose, a vortex of cascading ebony locks soaring on winds' wings behind her. "Where are you going?" He asked, clasping his hand tight to her wrist. Pulsations bleed through her body. Deep exhale. "I'm going home..." Heart slash. The fabric of her own heart ripping thundered in her ears, twisting her insides. Slowy he stood, hand still clasped to her wrist. "I'll go with you!" Eternally he chased her and apparently he never reached her. Congested throat, "I'll even carry you!"
Her emotion choked deep with in her. Constricting, crushing, and seizing her emotions like an anaconda did its victim. "..." This snake of guilt was quickly devouring her soul from inside out, eating away at her psyche one pressuring moment at a time. "Not to my house... to... to..." She couldn't say it. The snake bit her throat, obstructing the words that she deeply wanted to speak but the snake forbid. "C'mon Kagome, it'll be just old times!"
Old times... Yes those were darling memories... the old times. He was wrong, this was wrong... It could never be like old times, he ruined it all. Their entire lives could have been like old times, but no. "No Inuyasha! It will never be like old times!" Finally the snake lingered upon her psyche, no longer did the snake contradict her every word, her every breath, her every movement. Solacing she embraced his nimble hand with shuddering fingers, "Why!" In an instance his jagged arms tangled around her, clenching ever breathe with in her. Sucking the very life from her, "Why can't it be like old times!" Tighter his arms wrapped as the erratic chanting continued.
"Tell me why Kagome!" Stinging tears burned his cheeks, rivers of blazing tears etched into his flesh. The constrictor of guilt entwined their conjoined form, suddenly the snake was gone. It wasn't lingering upon her conscience, nor disheveled in her thoughts. Just gone..."Because... you won't let it..." She could feel his heart withering away, the fiend of the shadows eating his soul, loving piece by piece. Winds that guide thou destiny...
Winds danced all around her, voice of the past called out. The forest sang, the moon howled a song of lovers'; like her prince. Yes she needed to get home... home to her pack. The ookami were waiting for her, her prince was waiting for her. The winds of destiny guide her. "Kagome!" He descends upon his bony knees, tears pitter-patter upon the muddy earth. "DON'T GO... PLEASE OH PLEASE DON'T GO!" Hand thundered upon the earth, the world shakes beneath her. The planet cries invisible tears for him, a bombardment of limpid raindrops torrent down to earth.
Boom! God's thunder strikes the weeping earth, lights more radiant than the auras themselves flicker in the distance. "Sorry... he's waiting for me..." Permantly the snake drops from her shoulders, the snake which once challenged her every thought, movement, and every word. Shuddering tears of her own, she paced the forest path. Dancing fall leaves weave and twirl, as if making a ballet from her and her alone to enjoy. Maybe a message from her prince? Telling her it was time to go home? That he was waiting for her? I could be anything. In the distance a lone-wolf howled a song of love, a song of passion, a song just for her...
Okay that was the first chapter... If you have any questions about it you can email me or just reread the chapter. I used some confusing stuff... there just how you say similes. Okay that's the best I can explain, if you still don't understand... well good luck to ya! I'm hopeful that all the original readers will come back for the sequel; this edition is going to be twice as good as the last one... Hopefully I will get more reviews... c'mon people show me some love, like you do all the other writers. What did I deserver to just get 53 somethin reviews, is it because my story sucks! Is it because I'm new to the world... or is it just because you're too lazy to review! See ya l8ters!