Chapter 39

"That's it, Half breed...lose it. Want her. I can see the need in your eyes. Heh...you'll have her in time. This is just a sample of what's to come. Tell me, Inuyasha...when the day comes...how does it feel to have a corpse for a mate?"

Inch my agonizing inch, her lips came closer to his, occasionally straying from the side of his mouth and back to his cheek that she seemed to be oddly drawn to at that moment. Just a few more inches, centimeters, even, and they would be locked in the first kiss on their free will. And the hanyou felt himself longing for it, just to see what it felt like to feel those candy lips on his own.

'Please. Please.' But she never moved her lips to his. Was she too scared? Too modest? Did she really not like him? Was she really with Hojou? Was that it? It had to be. There was no other reason why she didn't just up and kiss him now, as much as he silently begged.

It was killing him, boring holes into his silken skin. He needed to feel her kiss or nothing at all. He grasped her by the shoulders and tore her away from him, breathing heavily and struggling to regain himself and all his sanity that had fled him while those deceiving kisses proceeded down his face.

"K-Kagome..." He breathed her name, his brows furrowed in an almost angry expression. It was all to melt away with their kiss, if they could ever manage one. If one mere kiss was this hard, he didn't know if he would ever be able to even talk to her again.

And so for the kiss. He need one, he needed her. Even for just a split second as their lips touched in a short kiss. But as Inuyasha leaned forward to place his lips on hers, she dodged away with tears in her eyes. Tears in the rain, once again. All caused by him. Had she even seen how he was lowering his face for a kiss? No. She had turned away too soon to see his lips coming any closer to her own. Besides, her eyes were too filled with tears.

Kagome yanked away from him, slipping down the side of the roof to catch herself on the edge in record time. She lowered herself back onto the sill and finally dropped inside the warm and cozy room, it's bright colors stinging her blurred eyes. Her arms wrapped tightly around her thin frame as rainwater slipped down from her bangs, plastered to her forehead and dripping down her face. Her pajamas were thoroughly soaked now and all the girl could manage was to slip on a loose, teal and white dotted, pajama top before she flopped herself onto her bed.

She lay there for a moment, listening to the rain pound, fighting the tears that were set on breaking out of their prison behind her eyes. When a large and angry pound of Inuyasha's fist against the roof, two startled tears streamed down her face. It was all to leave to the trembling of her chin and then the heaving of her shoulders as she began to sob. She cried hysterically, like a child who's ice cream had toppled off the cone and splattered at their feet. She wept and sobbed and cried into her pillow until it was completely drenched in tears and rain.

'What was I thinking? He doesn't love me...I doesn't love me! I confused my feelings with the truth...He isn't in love with me.' She scolded herself, kicked herself for believing that there was anything more between her and the hanyou other that a slight bond through time. 'I'm just a stupid jewel collector. I'm just a friend...and I guess that's all I'll ever be...'

'He hates me...I love him.' Her last thoughts before her red and stinging eyes closed to let herself slip into a worried sleep.

Rain spattered against the half closed sliding window. Pounding, pounding, thundering, lightening, but not quite enough to stir the young miko from her deep sleep. Nothing could pull her from those cold dreams. Cold like the rain that darted through the open part of the window, soaking her curtain, desk, carpet, anything it could get it icy and wet fingers on.

A slip of silver and red flashed through the cracked window, a clawed hand with bloody knuckles quietly shut the window, severing the pounding rain from their goal to soak the insides of the warm and happy house they seemed to envious of.

Wiping the water-mixed, crimson droplets from his knuckles, Inuyasha's bloodshot eyes moved about the room before resting solely on the girl who lay, shivering, on her bed with tear stained cheeks. The hanyou had to ask himself why in the world would she be crying after such a thing. Those kisses. They had confused the both of them, leaving them both wondering what the other thought of them now. Leaving the emotion-strong hanyou with bloodshot eyes and bloody hands from pounding on the roof to relieve his anger. There was just no other way that didn't involve ripping his claws through his own skin to teach himself a lesson to never upset the girl again. He just hated those tears.

"Kagome." He said her name, the second time and the only word or name he had spoken since that first kiss was lain over his red cheek.

Carefully, he slipped a damp hand under her silken smooth, bare, legs. Gulping slightly, he lifted the pale limbs to pull the covers out from under them and to slip them over her trembling body. Then for him. His last night to sleep in luxury. And why was it so luxury when he was perfectly used to sleeping on hard, cold ground? He didn't want to admit that it was to be beside the girl, curled against her and free to take in her beautiful scent any time he wished, until sunrise.

"I'm sorry, Kagome." He whispered, even a few notches lower than that category. Like he didn't even want her to hear. That was it. He didn't. But he did. But he didn't.

Inuyasha shook his head, clearing away any other words that wanted to choke their way up and ridding his silvery locks of unwanted cold water. She couldn't hear anyway, so what was the point other than to just get it off his chest and lift then weight from his shoulders until day break. Making her cry was the worse thing he could think of doing. Ever. End of conversation. He hated to see her cry. It almost made him feel like crying too.

As silent as a mouse, he snatched his white yukata from where it was, draped over Kagome's rolling chair. He quickly tugged something golden over his head that he had taken off as well, but almost directly after, He shrugged the yukata over his moistened shoulders but didn't bother tying it up before he crept back over the warm-looking bed. A comforting hand grazed Kagome's arm as he pulled back the covers and slid inside with a cautious expression. If she ever found out, what would she do or say?

But those thoughts quickly melted away in a puddle of rainwater on the floor as Inuyasha curled close to the girl who's tears he could still smell in the air. His face dipped to her raven colored hair, he let his amber eyes close and that capturing scent bring him under the blanket of sleep.

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'Ello again. Thanks for all the fantastic reviews! And even a few more great peoples had started hopping in to read! Great peoples, I'm telling you.

And I'll definitely make some more Miroku and Sango parts, Avenger. Just gotta come up with something to happen. Sure It'll be easy enough.

OH! And feel free, for all those artists out there, to draw any scenes from this. Just give me and my ff credit...AND SEND ME A COPY! Yeah...that'd be cool...

KAY! So here it is...Sorry peeps! Just wasn't the moment...Whooo knows when they'll kiss! May be now...or later...or in ten years when they're both really old and fat and drunkies...I mean...

KIDDING!..Geez.. In ten years they'll only be around 26 and 29 and probably be really cool and healthy and fit and hot...though Inu won't really age so fast cuz he's a...nevermind. Moving on. Hope you enjoyed it though!

Off to the next chapter!