Seeing Eye

III

Bipolar Dog Man

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Disclaimer

I do not own any of the publicly recognized figures in this Fanfiction. Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Sunrise TV.

Content Warning

This fanfiction is filled with the fuckery of my mind. This fanfiction is explicit and M rated.

Chapter Warning

Injury to the eyes. Nightmare logic and visuals.

Kagome was in her family home preparing dinner. Sango and Miroku were in the kitchen with her preparing the egg fried rice; spilling day-old rice on the floor and trying to scramble eggs. The sound of laughter filled the air.

Shippo was on the countertop helping her prepare squid and sauces, making disgusting noises every time he touched one of the squid's long, spindly tentacles. His fur was matted with soy sauce and sesame oil.

Somewhere in the house, she could hear Inuyasha yelling about some physics in one of Souta's games that angered him.

Huh.

This seemed off- but she couldn't place why. She was with her friends and her family- her mother was sitting at the kitchen table talking to Kaede. Yes, that was right- wasn't it?

Her mother looked older too with grey hairs flecking her short hair and crow's feet pulled at the edges of her eyes. She was drinking coffee instead of tea.

Was that what was off? Her mother never drank coffee.

Huh.

An egg hit the floor, spattering the ankles of Miroku and Sango as they turned to each other for a kiss. Behind them, the kitchen stove smoked as the rice burned. This was correct, wasn't it? This was how they always cooked.

"Mama, I don't feel well." Kagome turned slowly as if slipping through vicious fluid, unable to speak as she tried to look at Shippo. He had never called her 'Mama' before, why would he call her that now?

But the question wasn't spoken. For some reason, her jaw had locked up as Miroku's rodes caught on fire- her panic locked away behind her immobile body.

Then there was Shippo.

His skin had turned a sickly pale, the areas under his eye a greenish bruise. He was shaking- his skin sweaty and clammy.

Shippo-!

She reached out or at least tried to.

But she watched, unable to move, as Shippo's beautiful green eyes turned watery. Green water.

Out of his eye sockets spilled forth green fluid that floated in stretchy globs, like oil through the water. Pulling out and draining away, over the squid and down the sink- it left black holes in its wake.

Flies and smoke drifted through the air, the smell of sickness and burning choking the air. From the table, Kaede and her mother laughed. Shippo, right in front of her, shivered and died. His skin turned ashy before sprouting fur- his true form breaking through in death- a tiny fox kit, some of its fur still grey from infancy.

Sango moaned and Miroku laughed.

Inuyasha yelled again.

The smoke was becoming dense, yet Kagome breathed it in. Through it she could see the dead body of Shippo, his face covered in flies. Something shivered under his skin and something glowed beyond his mouth and empty eyes.

A soul-collector. Its serpentine body frothing out from between Shippo's teeth and onto the counter, its insect legs jerking in a muscleless hydraulic mess before it too died.

Kagome stood there. Unmoving and unresponsive in her family home's kitchen, her hand still gripping a kitchen knife.

And soon, the smoke became so dense that it blocked her vision- going black. Firm black.

And then she was on her back. Shippo was under her hand and something scaled was pressed into her side. The bandage around her eyes was a firm pressure.

She had been dreaming.

Kagome wasn't new to nightmares. And her time in the past had taught her to be silent.

But she couldn't brush it off. There on her back, between full consciousness and sleep, it felt like she was melting into the ground underneath her. A dissociation into the world around her.

A thing of despair. Depression. Expression- her reiki seeped into the ground, into Shippo, into Ah-Un. Like roots- it tangled into the things around her. Shippo's sick body was unreactive but as his carer, Kagome found solace in feeling his soul and his heart move within him.

Ah-Un shifted next to her, most likely startled, but simply sighed into her hair. She could feel the two separate beings that made up Ah and Un.

Still, Kagome could feel her soul seep down, tangling with the insects and worms- down further and into the roots of a tree.

Again, she was subjugated- Spread to the thinnest as her reiki laced into the tree's feeling their own life-source as they tangled beneath them- lacing together for miles and miles- and back up their trunks to the other life forces in them.

It was so extensive- and Kagome felt as though she was losing herself. Her chest hurt and her mind was panicking. Everything. A map of organisms; plant, animal, and fungal. All of them spanning for miles. It was an overload- she couldn't keep up with all the moving pieces. Everything just moved too fast.

Her heart was beating manically, yet she didn't move. Her hands didn't even twitch. Kagome felt like she was being pulled apart-

Until she was ripped from her spot pressed against Un- her hand falling away from Shippo as she was cast through the air. Her soul had slammed back into her, dragging itself into her like the snap of a rubber band. It made her skin itch and her bones ache- her brain pounded within her head.

Sesshoumaru.

His hand- cold and large- still wrapped around her bicep as it extruded a pressure that made her want to scream. He was livid- his youkai spiking into her as if trying to stab her as he dangled her by her right arm.

There was so much aggression in him. And Kagome couldn't see his face, but his soul was like that of an angry dog- prepared to maul her. Teeth and claws, a frothing disposition.

It made Kagome jerk, her sneakers making contact with his thigh as she tried getting away from him. He was a godless beast- she had felt the extent of him. Soul the color mulled wine and the thinnest patience was hidden behind a memory of a mask….

He could not hide his bristling emotions. His viciousness.

This wasn't the brashness that she had been used to when it came to Inuyasha. It was the kind of thing that made her bravery waver inside her.

Ah-Un was on the move, she could hear the creak of his legs and the sound of his claws against the ground. She could hear Shippo moan and Rin mumble something as she woke up.

God- He smelt like old blood. She could picture it flecked under his nails or between his teeth.

And he was so angry.

"What, pray to tell, do you think you were doing?" His voice was strained through teeth. She could hear the hiss of air as he spoke lowly to her.

Her reiki. Her soul had brushed against him. And Sesshoumaru had felt it, its intrusion. So did Ah-Un, but he wasn't responding to her transgression but instead making low keening noises and shuffling side to side.

'She didn't mean to.'

'It was an accident, my lord!'

Sesshoumaru, if he could hear his stead as she did, paid him no mind as he thrashed her mid-air. Kagome felt like crying- or perhaps, vomiting. Without depth-perception, she felt as if she was being spun longways. Where was the ground? Where was she?

But Kagome knew where he was, his breathing so loud. Did he even breathe before? She wasn't sure-

"Lemme go!" Kagome bit out and tore at his hand with her free one, her short nails scraping skin. Her feet remained kicking at his thigh as her heart trembled and sped up in her chest., the jostling making her wounds sting.

The was a sharp snarl, something only a dog's mouth could replicate. Something vile leaked between Kagome's and Sesshoumaru's minds, his rage a lucid and liquid thing. It made her taste blood. It made her choke.

His youkai swelled around her, violent and bashing, as he bit into her forearm- his teeth cutting to the bone before quickly retracting.

"I do not repeat myself." He ground out, his youkai burning her skin.

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Kagome still hadn't quit squirming. Fresh blood tracked itself down the edge of her forearm and onto the ground. Some of it soaked into her sweater.

Instead of instigating further Sesshoumaru quite suddenly tossed her to the ground, wrenching her shoulder in the process before banging her already bruised hip against the ground.

Kagome didn't cower under him- No, she turned onto her knees quickly and stood, albeit dizzily, and stood at attention. She couldn't see him, but she could sense his horrible youkai as it thrashed around him angrily.

Would he kill her? Everything she had ever been through, was this how she would be ended?

"Kagome?" It was weak, and it was moaned. Shippo's sick voice springing her to attention like nothing else, her muscles tensing as her lips found their way into a snarl.

There was a tendril of surprise in Sesshoumaru's feelings as his soul receded. It simmered before curiosity boiled over.

What the hell was with this guy?

Rage was still there. Something vile right under it all that curdled Kagome's blood. And she could feel his glare aimed at her.

"Take care of your kit."

It was something out of The Infamous Bengal Ming. The weird instinctual rollercoaster that Ming went through after breaking into the nursery; urging the woman to take care of her baby even though he was a Bengal tiger and he was in the way of the child.

Kagome felt like that woman- flooded with images of Shippo's dead body from her dream. Her face did not waver, but she felt drenched in an angry panic.

Then he moved, turning away from her and walking away. It left her feeling miffed- as if she was truly expecting him to lash out. Decapitate her. Something.

But he left.

Ah and Un bent forward and grabbed her by her sleeves, pulling her back toward them and into the cleft between their necks. Rin made a small noise of concern from somewhere beyond Ah-Un, possibly from their saddle.

"Kagome." Shippo was right at her feet, and she gave no hesitation before bending down and picking him up. He squirmed into the bend of her arm, only awake for a second before falling back to sleep.

She needed to leave.

Shouldering her backpack, Kagome ignored the sting of her arm where Sesshoumaru fucking bit her. She couldn't fucking handle that bullshit- Even if she couldn't see, it would be better than potentially getting waylaid by a bipolar dog man.

Ah-Un moved to stop her, shuffling his large body to block her path into the woods. Their emotions were ranging from worry and concern to surprise and mortification. Kagome assumed all of those were in reference to her behavior.

Whatever.

Kagome had taken one step into the woods, her hands against the rough bark of a tree and her foot poised on the edge of a root when something snaked into her hair and pulled sharply from behind.

"Foolish wench!" Somewhere to her left Jaken made himself remembered, his voice pitching high. If her body hadn't frozen: ramrod and scared, she would have flinched. "To turn your back on Great Lord Sesshoumaru!"

Kagome could feel the brush of claws against the back of her neck, the overwhelming aura of Sesshoumaru snapping back into existence. A livewire as he twisted her hair in his fist, a growl of pain floating from her lips before he forcibly turned her around and marched her back to Ah-Un.

"What are you-? Let me leave!" Kagome's hair was only twisted more when she tried to wriggle away from him. In response to her still belligerent nature, she supposed, he brought her in close and growled.

Kagome was not a dog- but a growl was somewhat universal.

"You're blind. Where do you expect to go?" It was silent: low in pitch and terribly soft in tone. There were no worded implications needed. She was as good as dead- Either way, it seemed. There was no coexistence between Sesshoumaru and herself, but there that certainly no existence out there for her.

Off a cliff?

Into danger?

The wrong way?

Starvation?

All of it was… bad. Things were bad.

"Ok, then. Why keep me here?" She hissed back. "You loathe me."

There was a chuckle- oh god, there was a chuckle. It made the skin along her spine raise with gooseflesh, crawling. God no. She hated it, Kagome decided gravely. There would be nothing good that would happen alongside that noise he just made.

"You saved Rin." It was such a simple answer. An unfinished answer.

When had she done such a thing? Nigh- though she certainly liked Rin and would save her if given the chance to, she hadn't intentionally saved her at any point.

"You will stay with Ah and Un until my half-brother comes to retrieve you." The words were punctuated by a shoving release of her hair as she stumbled toward Ah, who used his head to stop her from falling again. Thankfully, since her arms were still full of Shippo.

What a fucking dog.

Kagome was ready to round on him, to release some of her existential emotion on this bully of a man- but a small hand came to pull at her shredded pant-leg.

"Lady Kagome?" Rin's voice was soft and sweet and it distracted Kagome from her own anger as Sesshoumaru, once again, walked away. His own emotions toiling between a reluctant, dutiful, honor and something distinctly pissed off. "Ah-Un will take us to the river to wash out the soot. Come on, please?"

Rin's gentle hand pulled at Kagome's clothing and Ah came to grasp at her backpack. What choice did she have but to follow along? She was...unable- disabled. The desire to leave was immense, but what would she do? What would she expect?

Kagome just wanted to go home. Whether that was within her group or in the modern era- she didn't care. She yearned for familiarity. Not some haughty, controlling Dog Prince that was just holding back from killing her.

She wanted to rub her eyes, do something to alleviate the building headache, but the mere thought made them burn.