Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine; they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. The following story is for entertainment and not profit.
Psyche's Folly: the Candle
The match flared to life as Kagome struck it against the rough strip on the side of the matchbox. The sudden light blinded her for a moment. Quickly she touched the flame to the small candle Sango had helped her conceal in her clothing. Light crept slowly across the rock wall in front of her, bits of quartz sparkling at her like trapped stars. The room was smaller than she had expected, barely large enough for the padded mat she had been sleeping on, but with a ceiling high enough for someone twice her height.
Once her eyes had fully adjusted to the dim light, Kagome shifted under the fabric that covered her. She needed to know the truth. She needed to know whose bed she shared; whose hands had caressed her thighs; whose mouth had brought her gasping for air ever moonless night for the past five months.
Kagome lifted the candle over her body. She was about to do the one thing 'he' had told not to, discover who 'he' really was. As she shifted so that the light could illuminate the face beside her, the melted wax from the candle poured onto her exposed chest. The pain pushed a high pitched squeal from her before she could contain it.
The feeling of movement beside her drew her eyes. Only the reflective glint of his eyes greeted her before her tiny light was snuffed out. As the darkness returned she felt the hot crush of his anger hit her, and then he was gone.