Inuyasha's Demon Mistake ch11
Sorry about the delay, but I've gotten ahead on my chapters so just bear with me, keeping up with two stories is difficult for me with school and band, but somehow I scrape through.
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Kagome struggled to calm her rapidly palpitating heart, her breathing coming in short little pants. Squeezing her eyes shut as the pain wracked her body, Kagome emitted a high pitched scream again. It seemed like there was a fire in her shoulder, and she could feel the blood trickling down her neck and collarbone.
Growling in satisfaction, Inuyasha eased his fangs from her flesh and grinned triumphantly at the cringing girl below. Her blood stained his lips, dripping down eerily.
She didn't look up, fear welling inside the bottom of her stomach as she clutched her injured shoulder. It was aching so bad her vision was starting to dim, but she couldn't lose conscience.
The taste of her innocent blood in his mouth woke up something inside of him, and he shook his head as his human side was roused from its dormant state.
Panic overtook his senses as he comprehended his actions and using that sudden guilt and fear as leverage, Inuyasha overcame his demonic side and opened his golden eyes to the sight of Kagome swaying dangerously. Shocked, he grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her righted, and jumped back in horror as Kagome let out a quick shout of pain.
Looking to her right shoulder, Inuyasha's face paled to paper white as he saw the bite marks he had left, and the amount of blood spilling over her shoulder.
"Kagome… I," he fumbled to say, the words sticking in his throat and not forming properly. He swallowed past the lump of jumbled words, not knowing what to say. His arms were shaking as they grasp her limp ones and he ashamedly moved his gaze away from her. He didn't deserve to look at her in the face after what had just transpired. He would never be worthy again to be near her presence.
His worst fears had been confirmed. There was no way he could keep peace of mind within himself with Kagome so close, and he did not want to, for the life of him, harm her ever again.
Kagome fought to keep her gaze from clouding over. Somewhere in her foggy mind she comprehended that Inuyasha's half demon state had sprung forward once more. Kagome wished to talk to him, to have him reassure her, but darkness was creeping into her soul.
So, trusting fully that he would protect her no matter what, Kagome slipped off into unconsciousness.
And right she was. Inuyasha carefully lifted her bridal style, knowing it was probably the last time he would be holding her, and took off in a whirl of clothing.
Kaede's hut was a distinct mark in the distance, and Inuyasha picked up his furious pace to the limit. What was he going to do once he reached it? How was he supposed to explain what had just taken place?
The situation was one he couldn't handle. Miroku and Sango would undoubtedly present questions he didn't want to answer or even acknowledge. Slowing down to a jogging rate, Inuyasha reached the dingy old structure, his heart beating loudly. Squaring his shoulders defiantly in a proud manner Inuyasha walked through the entryway, breathing a sigh of relief as the sight that met his gaze held no other people.
It's a damn good thing… he thought. If they had started to interrogate him, he probably would've ended up knocking them unconscious.
The bedding she had laid on mere hours before stretched out before his feet and he crouched, placing Kagome gingerly onto the mat.
His arm was stained with the pure blood that flowed from the juncture of her neck, as it had dripped constantly on the way back as he held her. Now, looking down at this sign of his failure, he regarded the stain with contempt. There was a lingering taste of her blood and skin in his mouth and, though its sweetness, it disgusted him.
How could he have allowed something like this to happen? No matter if it was the demon side that acted, it was still his demon side, his responsibility!
His fists clenched and unclenched, rage rolling off him in waves, as well as a searing pain accompanying it.
The mark. The reminder caused his head to lift quickly, and his shocked golden eyes to fly towards the ravaged spot on her neck. Oh Gods… he paled, his usually tanned face draining to a sheer white.
It couldn't be…
Dropping to the wooden floor, Inuyasha, despite his hurry, carefully peeled the wet clothing of her school uniform away from the injury and swept his gaze over the damaged skin. After a moment, his eyes closed in relief as if coming to a reassuring realization.
It was too close of a call. If his fangs had dug in any deeper, then he could've very well had marked her permanently to him. The weight that had appeared on his shoulders seconds before vanished, only to be replaced by the empty hollowness that remained inside of him.
Kagome had forgiven him all the former times his violent twin had resurfaced, but would she now? Now, when the demon had crossed the line and done the unthinkable… hurt her?
He sighed heavily, furrowing his dark eyebrows seriously.
Suddenly, his ears found footsteps hurriedly reaching towards the door and, not sure of what to do, whether to stay or not, Inuyasha fled out into the dark night.
Kaede walked in front of the bickering pair behind her, leading the way to her hut as she paid no heed to Miroku or Sango's heated whispers. It had take more time than she first had guessed to accomplish their task of gathering herbs and administering a medication to a sick village resident, and all she really needed to do right now was rest.
Halting abruptly as she witnessed a flash of shadow escape from her doorway, Kaede spotted the glint of silver and continued as she realized that it had been Inuyasha. I wonder what ails him? She thought, but shrugged off the matter.
Sango's mouth thinned into a hard line as she glared at the monk. Oooh, just wait until I get my hands on my Hiraikotsu, then you will be begging me for mercy! Her feet moved on faster, wanting to reach the shack quicker.
Miroku watched her hurried movements with a lecherous curiosity. Ah, Sango, my sweet, playing hard to get, are we? He comprehended her actions wrongly, and deciding he would give her some encouragement to help shed some of her modesty, Miroku's cursed hand reached out for the haven of her backside.
Sensing the monk needed another death stare to keep him in line, Sango whirled her head to the side, enough so that she could glare out menacingly from under her light brown bangs.
Finding his fingertips inches from her rear, she lashed out and struck his face, leaving another identical mark on his cheek.
Miroku's shoulder sagged in defeat, his hand caressing the throbbing ache of his stinging features. It's a wonder I don't have permanent markings on my cheeks from all the slaps I have received from Lady Sango… he mused.
They shifted the flap to the side and entered one after another, as Kaede bustled about her cabinets, organizing the remainder of her herbs she had acquired today. Sango's gaze automatically lay on her sleeping friend and she smiled, glad that she was resting.
Walking over to her surrogate sister, the demon slayer paused overhead of Kagome's figure, frowning as a sense of unease shot a cold rush through her veins. Slowly, almost regretting what she might view, Sango approached.
As soon as her worried honey eyes locked onto the pool of blood that lay beside Kagome's face, she screamed in horror. Miroku and Kaede whipped around, each of their heart beats increasing as they sought to find the cause of Sango's distress.
Sango kneeled before Kagome, her fingers flying towards the miko's neck as she beheld the horrid mark that was etched onto her once flawless skin. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," she whispered repeatedly, her mind racing to figure out how she could've acquired the wound.
Her demon hunting skills were brought out and she searched her training and experience for answers. It could've been a rogue vampire-like demon that attempted this, but Kagome was still alive, Sango could see her chest rising and falling with breath, and preying without killing was not a characteristic of blood-thirsty demons.
Then, what could've happened?
Miroku was beside her in a flurry of robes and his eyes widened as he gaped in shock at the injured priestess. Kaede's gasp could be heard from above as she looked down upon Kagome, too.
Inspecting the torn flesh more closely, Sango could perceive that this was made by some sort of sharp knife, or fangs, or…
Kaede broke through her train of thought as the old woman said solemnly, "I do not know how Lady Kagome was wounded, but I do know this: I witnessed a shadow exiting my hut as we came into view, but I suspected that it was Inuyasha." Miroku glanced up at Kaede's features, the elderly priestess's wrinkles more prominent as to increase the gravity of it all.
"However it appears it was not," she finished with a shake of her head, and walked off; preparing to tend to Kagome's wound.
Miroku stood, his eyes reflecting his thoughtful mood as he contemplated the options of whom it might have been. Sango lingered, her gaze fixed upon the wound. Gently, she ran her fingertips over the jagged edges of skin and her frown deepened. It had to have been fangs; a knife would've made a cleaner cut.
Her thoughts reached back to Kaede's words. "…I suspected that it was Inuyasha…"
…maybe it was, she wondered, but pushed the possibility aside. She couldn't accuse him now, with what little evidence they had.
She rose from her sitting position too, and joined Miroku. She wasn't done with this subject, and she and the missing half demon were going to have a long discussion once he returned.
Ooooh, poor Inuyasha, he is definitely cornered now! Well, hope this chapter wasn't too rushed, because I felt that it was. But that's self-conscious me, always paranoid.
Well, all I can say is keep on reading because the good part (and the ending) is fast coming, and believe me, you won't expect the plot. I'm telling you, this story will climax with a bang!
You might want more fluff, but to tell you the truth I think I have been writing too much… what do you think?
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