MUGEN
DAMN YOU
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DAMN YOU, DEMON!
The expression is so violent, it makes me turn around and look at the place it came from, unable to answer immediately. I'm not ignorant to the treatment InuYasha receives from some humans, and even youkais; sometimes he isn't welcome at an inn, or people refuse to even utter a word to him, acting as if he didn't exist. However, I have a hard time understanding that kind of free hate he is getting right now.
What has he done?!
What have we done?!
We were just taking a stroll through the market of this town, looking at some clothes, and a bit of paint for the byobu. My mind gets racked as I try to find an answer, as if my own intelligence were abandoning me. However, the answer is there; a simple one, which in its simplicity, it doesn't seem to fit anywhere.
Nothing, I conclude, and that knowledge feeds my indignation, which becomes white hot inside me, the same way the mouth of a volcano does before it erupts.
I take a step forward, more than willing to face that group of people who seem to think they have the right to judge us, like we were vermin; some infectious, despicable beings. However, as soon as I want to take another step forward, I feel you holding me by the wrist. My gaze finds your features, determined to demand a reason for you to stop me, yet my fury is beaten by the painful comprehension in your eyes, one you seem to ask of me. The myriad of emotions you show me go through sadness, melancholy, fury, and deep stoicism. The fury inside me smolders, and fades then, as I understand that, even if such treatment hurts me deeply, I have no right to cross the line you've imposed. Not, given that you've been the one to suffer the most.
I cede you my will, and your fingers slide down my wrist, taking my hand, as our steps lead us away from that place.
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That night, once we are back at our cabin, and amidst the rumor of the crickets, I join you by the entryway. You've been silent for a long time, surrounded by a heavy calm.
"InuYasha," I say, and stand beside you as I offer you a glass of cold, herb tea I've prepared.
You accept it, and gesture to your side for me to take a seat; which I do. I don't take long in noting your arm around my shoulders, and the way you move your body so I can lean against you. The silence persists a bit longer, then, which the crickets only deepen as the light from the stone lamp attracts my attention.
"Today… it won't be the last time," you mention, deciding to resume the situation that has been between us for hours now, "and I don't want you to worry, or that you try to defend me…"
"It's not fair," I interrupt, wanting to sit straight and to look at your eyes, yet your arm surrounds my chest, keeping me gently in place, your cheek caressing my hair and head.
"It isn't, or maybe it is, I don't know," you seem to be smiling with a hint of irony, and is that very same tone in your voice what keeps me from interrupting you again, "I only know that, as long as you keep looking at me the way you do, the rest won't matter to me."
My vision blurs with tears, and I take a deep breath, saving some of that bravery you have, even if just a little, for myself.
"Kagome," you voice my name, guessing already the deep well of emotions I'm feeling.
"Shh…" I ask you, and one tear falls down my cheek as I hold myself of your tight embrace.
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A/N
We already know that InuYasha was often marginalized by the rest, and that was not always welcome. I wanted to pick that situation, and built a moment of love out of it, for them both, where only someone who loves you, understands you.
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Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
