I do not own Inuyasha and if you think I do then you need to have the crap kicked out of you . . . I do however claim the characters I've created. R&R please.
Steam rose from the water creating thin veils of sheer white. A lithesome form emerged from the heated pool, the soapsuds that had once clung to her hair and body, slid from her, drifting away with the tide's gentle current. Kagome waded through the hot spring, easing her way to where a small, but comfortable ledge, lay. She leaned back against the smooth surface of a large rock, letting the liquid blanket lap over her feminine features. An audible sigh of contentment passed her soft pink lips as she let her muscles relax in the soothing warmth of the surrounding water.
She had slipped away from her demon lover's embrace, feeling dirty and in need of a bath. His clawed hand had twitched for her in his sleep, even a light whimper escaped him as she disappeared into the trees in search of the hot spring she knew was nearby. And now here she was, partially submerged in the liquid heat of the hot spring as the current's rhythmic motion drained away the tension, as well as the dirt and grime, from her body, leaving behind the incessant nagging that something wasn't right, that she was forgetting . . . something, and she was. In fact she could scarcely remember the faces of her own parents or even if she had a brother or sister. 'It would've been nice to have had a sibling,' she thought before her mind began to wander to her earliest memories. Her first memories she could recall, were not those from her childhood, but those of only a few months ago.
She had been all alone, standing in a forest she didn't know, covered from head to toe in an ungodly amount of gore she couldn't at all recognize as being human. The muscles in her arms and legs trembled with fatigue as exhaustion swept throughout her body. Painful stinging in her hands urged her eyes downward only to discover the flesh of her palms and fingers were badly burnt. The once creamy white skin was now a deep shade of red. Blood and puss oozed out from cracks that had formed from the simple movement of wiggling her fingers. A pained scream filled her ears and it was only until her lungs burned with the need for oxygen that she realized it was her own cries that disturbed the eerie silence of the forest.
For several long moments Kagome stood there, lost in the void of time and space, even though adrenaline pumped through her veins and her heart fluttered in her chest with the sudden rush of anxiety. The synapses fired, pushing the need to flee from her brain to her legs, propelling her forward. And she ran, for as fast as she could, as far as she could go. She ran, not caring that her legs ached with the need for rest, not caring that she didn't know what she was running from, nor where she was running to. She just ran.
Languid minutes passed by even though the trees blurred from her vision. More time evaporated before she emerged from the tree line, skidding to a halt as she narrowly missed plummeting over the edge of the steep cliff that lay only a few feet in front of her. Her heart beat slowed and her haggard breaths evened as she took in the majestic view of the mountains that jutted out in the distance and the ocean of trees and greenery that surrounded them.
Once again, she stood still, not knowing what to do. Lethargy settled over her being as well as the strange and gentle feeling of sweet emptiness, and she welcomed them both. Peering over the edge, she thought it would be so easy to take one more step. 'I'm just so tired.' Kagome let her eyes wander back to the forest she had fled from, mentally saying her final farewells as she subconsciously searched the scenery for anything that might waive her from her current path. For anything that might give her life new meaning. And there it was. Hidden under the brush, was her one saving grace, her knight in shining armor, whether she realized it or not.
Kagome walked over, timidly, to the creature laying on the ground. She couldn't fathom how someone could look so sweet and innocent the way he did just lying there. Silver hair framed his slender face as well as two magenta stripes on each cheek and a small blue crescent moon that adorned his forehead. Her eyes lowered to the dark crimson blood that stained his once unblemished haori.
She knelt beside him, taking his hand, that grasped the wound protectively, in her's. His hand felt so cold as she intertwined her damaged fingers with his claws, stiff from rigor mortis. Her hand dropped to his cool cheek, slowly drawing down to his neck to feel for a pulse.
Nothing.
Tears began to fall from her like rain for the fallen demon. She didn't know him or so she thought, but she believed that everyone deserved to have at least one tear shed for their death.
And then she saw them.
Three ugly little goblins seeped up from out of the ground to bend over the demon's corpse, completely ignoring the young school girl sitting quietly in horror beside them. They licked their lips as they smelt the air, filled with the scent of fresh death. When the small imps began to dig their claws into the corpse, Kagome tried to bat them away from the defenseless body, only to have her hand pass through them as if they weren't there at all.
She bit back the taste of bile that rushed into her mouth as she watched their sharp little claws dig effortlessly into the flesh and began to feast on the demon's entrails. The hideous creatures dug deeper into the demon's body, searching for their hidden jewel, until finally, one lucky goblin pulled out of the corpse. Held within his tiny claws, coated with coagulated blood, was a glowing orb. Kagome began to panic. She needed something, anything, to try and drive these horrid creatures away so they could no longer defile the lifeless body.
The sword strapped to the demon's side began to pulsate, attracting her attention. 'Yes, a sword,' she thought as she took the weapon from him, wincing in pain as her burnt hands made contact with the blade's handle. She steaded the weapon on the offending creatures before bringing it down upon them in one swift motion, ending their gruesome task as well as triggering the mystical weapon's powerful ability of restoring life to the lifeless. The glowing orb that was brought out of the body was forced back in and the once motionless body began to breathe. Kagome stumbled back, dropping the sword as the demon began to stir from death's slumber.
The demon sat up, albeit stiffly, and began to blink away the milky glaze from his eyes. The demon slowly turned to stare at the trembling girl that stood mere feet away from him. "Who are you," he asked, taking in her disheveled appearance.
"I . . . my name . . . my name is Kagome. I think."
"You don't know your own name," he questioned, his eyebrows raising slightly. His answer was the confused mask on her face. He knew she had revived him, saving him from the eternal black pit he was submerged in. His eyes strayed to gaze upon his surrounding before returning them to his savior. "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I...don't know." The soft-spoken words began to repeat in a trans-like state as she once again stared off into the distance. She inched over to the edge of the cliff. Summoning the last vestments of her courage, she readied herself to take her final step.
However, before her muscles even had the chance to follow through with the desperate act, the demon, still on the ground, quickly rose and dove for her, grabbing her arm. The fast movements made her off balance, and stumbled against him. Their faces barely an inch apart.
"Why," she asked, fear and emptiness lacing her voice and words. The demon simply shook his head before letting his lips drop to hers in a gentle kiss.
And that had been how she and her demon lover, Sesshoumaru, met. The gentle kiss had quickly led to a feverish exploration of each other's bodies, and she was thankful, at least, that the end of her innocence was now counted among the few memories she had.
Later he had told her why he had stopped her from ending her own life. He had said he owed her his life, and if his duty to her was to give her a reason to live, then he would gladly oblige. So now, almost four months after meeting, they still continued to give each other pleasure and creating new shared memories. And wasn't that all she needed?
The heated water sloshed about her, bring her out of her reverie. She hadn't sensed or heard anyone enter the spring, but she could have sworn that she was no longer alone. She squealed and leaped from the ledge was sitting on when something brushed her feet and ankles. There it was again, touching her inner thighs. She squeaked again when she felt a hand begin to toy with her womanhood.
When she felt what seemed to be a tongue begin to tease her pleasure pearl, her hand instantly dove into the water to try and capture her assailant only to have her hands submerge themselves in silver hair. Her hands knotted themselves in the tendril like hair of her lover as he worshiped her with his mouth. Another sigh of contentment, as well as pleased moans and screams, passed her lips as she was brought to the heights of ecstasy. His lips moved up her body, finding themselves at home on her neck once more. Kagome smirked into his neck, mentally noting that she would have to repay him his kindness, as the spent the day, like so many others, in one another's arms.