CHAPTER 4
I Cannot Sleep
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Kagome showered in cold water that night, trying to rid her body of the static that still clung to her. Why was she so affected by someone who wanted to kill her after having his way with her…
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Hojo has been doing it for years, even though killing her slowly was not intentional? At least, she hoped so. But her angel was not a human. She had figured that the first time she saw him. But tonight, he seemed to be more human than the night before. She did not understand it. Her temples where pounding from an oncoming migraine. She was experiencing too much excitement in the past few days.
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She slowly started to lather her body, when a pinch at her hips made her jump. When she glanced down, frowning, she could see the slight, pinkish punctures in her skin. The remains of the sharp nails that groped her not so long ago. She felt her previously interrupted need stirring inside of her. She looked around the bathroom, embarrassed. She felt like a naughty child about to be caught out.
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As her loofa ran across her skin she recalled the static following a similar path. Bring her one arm around her ribs, hugging herself slightly, imagining his strong arms around her. She pushed her heat-swollen breasts up with that arm. She gasped as the chill from the cold shower wall touched her shoulders and back, sending the same gooseflesh across her skin as their fevered kisses did.
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Her free hand slid over a hardening nipple, between her breasts, over her arm that would not move, down her stomach… The sensation was amazing. Finally, closing her eyes, she slid her hand between her thighs and started circling a finger around the outside of her entrance. She started feeling weak in her knees as she saw the golden eyes staring down at her, his hot hands on her skin. The wall did not feel so cold anymore as slipped down to the shower floor.
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She had never done anything like this before. Sex was always something overly romanticized for her. Hojo has been the only person she had been with, and it was sadly, not very awe-inspiring…. But this sensation her angel was stirring into her being was so different.
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This feeling was… welcomed
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So welcomed in fact, that for the first time in her life, she dared slip a finger inside of herself.
She shuddered at the intrusion. She loosened her grip around her ribs, allowing her hand to find her full breasts. She skimmed the palm of her hand around one mound and across the hard nipple.
She bit her lip, stopping the soft moan escaping her lips.
This felt almost as wrong as wanting sex with someone whom wanted to kill you.
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But this felt so good.
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She slowly moved the finger inside herself, allowing her back to arch and thighs to press close together.
"Oh my gods," Kagome breathed, forcing her eyes open.
She bit her lower lip between her teeth, relaxed her legs, and started stroking again.
She saw her nameless angel crawling over her, imagining his hot mouth on hers.
She slid into the shower, pressing her feet against the opposite wall to anchor herself.
She spread her knees, all the while imagining his hands on her shaking body.
She added another finger and pinched at her nipple again,
"Oh my fu-," she caught her lower lip between her teeth again,
She added another finger. She was quite sure her was bigger than three fingers. She could feel it when he pressed his growing, hot member against her. She could see that he was a lot bigger when he pulled off his last coverings and moved onto her... The memory started making her insides shiver.
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But three fingers inside of her felt awkward enough, and the sudden giggle at realizing how small Hojo was in comparison proved to be a bad idea.
Laughing made her walls clench at her fingers, sending a painfully, bliss feeling through her, making her back arch and a moan escape her.
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She continued working her fingers in and out of herself. She felt the tension building up and for a moment she wished, selfishly and shyly, that he could be standing just outside the shower door, looking in on her, pleasuring herself because he hadn't yet. She wished to see his surprise of what he was doing to her. How he was affecting her without even touching her. She imagined watching him smile down at her, chuckling softly and calling her 'a silly, little miko'.
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She found her release in a harsh contraction of muscles across her entire body. Her whole body shook, shivered and relaxed. She could feel her walls clenching around her sticky fingers, even after the rest of her had calmed down. She sat there, in the cooling drizzle of water, panting, shivering at the thought of experiencing the real thing.
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Wishing he would be back to take her…
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… and then her life …
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"Kagome? What's wrong?" Sango was feeling around the bedside table for the lamp switch,
She finally found it, cursed softly, and rubbed at her eyes,
"I think I am going insane," she did not even recognize her own voice,
"What do you mean? You are insane," she smiled sleepily and yawned, covering her mouth with her hand,
"Sango, this is serious," she scolded,
Sango noted that Kagome sounded far too awake for - Sango glanced at her small clock - just past twelve,
"Okay, okay, chill friend, how can I help?" Sango was moving around on the other side of the call,
"Ice-cream, chocolate flavour," followed by a click,
Sango knew this was serious, and left her house 10 minutes later, dressed in pink flannel pajamas and bunny slippers and armed with a huge tub of chocolate ice-cream.
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"So… You think… You have been…" she struggled for the right words,
"… have been imagining this…. person… coming to rape and kill you?" Sango took another spoonful of ice-cream and shoved it into her mouth, she thoughtfully tapped the cold spoon on the tip of her nose,
"Yeah, definitely going insane," she replied as a matter of factly,
"Sango I am being serious," Kagome moaned into the pillow,
'Why did I think this was a good idea again?´
She got annoyed when people made fun of her,
"Or maybe you are just going really, terribly insane," Sango shrugged her shoulders,
"I mean if a guy had to do all the things Hojo has done to you, I would also have had –"
"Another break down?" Kagome was attempting to suffocate herself with her pillow, just end it all right now.
"I did not say that. It is just weird, that's all," Sango gave up trying to make her friend sound crazy, she was genuinely concerned about Kagome.
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She knew she wasn't making it up completely, the added security kind of proved that.
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"Just weird- Hey! No suicide attempts while I'm here," Sango grabbed the pillow from Kagome, and a tug of war started,
They giggled like regular teenage girls are supposed to.
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Kagome continued telling her about her weird ideas during the day; thinking about sketching again, etc.
Neither of them realized, that in the biggest tree, the one closest to Kagome's window, sat a silver haired man, with large golden eyes, watching them.
A sad smile spread on his lips, fading quickly when a large gust of wind blew past.
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"I can see why you couldn't do it," his black-haired counterpart spoke softly,
"She does look quite a lot like her,"
"But that's not it… Well it is, but it isn't," he breathed in the crisp air,
He had never felt this conflicted before, not even with her,
He halfheartedly raked a hand through his hair,
"Well, it has been fifty years, InuYasha… Besides," a wolfy grin played across his companion's lips,
"You are getting to the prime mating age,"
"Not everything in this world is about mating, Koga," InuYasha was feeling more than annoyed,
No woman had ever raised his need to mate to this level before, not even the girl from 50 years ago.
"Well, your cycle is up tonight, so at least you can go back to normal from tomorrow," with another sudden gust, Koga was gone,
"Normal?" he scoffed, and peered out to the girls again,
"Nothing is normal when you are a daemon," and he, himself, took off into the light of the almost waxing full moon.
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