So, I decided to edit this fic since it's been a while. I managed to extend it, as I felt the ending prior to this was rushed.
Inuyasha sprinted down the road, his heart pounding with every step. The urgency driving him was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Memories had come flooding back in a torrent, compelling him to rush home. He had to see her, had to hold her, had to tell her he remembered.
Bursting through the passage of their home, he searched for his lover's scent. He found Kagome in their room, sifting through his clothing with a contemplative look. The sight of her stopped him in his tracks. She was as beautiful as ever, her presence filling the room with warmth. Still, her brow was furrowed in consternation, her lip bitten on one side, worry etched over her face.
"Kagome," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.
Startled, she turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise. "Inu…yasha?"
Without another word, he closed the distance between them, his need to be close to her overwhelming. He lifted her effortlessly, and she gasped, dropping his clothing, as he wrapped her legs around his waist, their bodies pressing together. He kissed her deeply, pouring all his fervor into the embrace. Kagome didn't question it. Instead, she let him do as he pleased because she wanted it, too. She yearned for him while he rested, worry over him keeping her up night and day.
Finally, he broke their kiss to take a breath, the world momentarily pausing around them. Her face was flushed, a delicate rose blooming with passion, and her eyes glittered with tears that sparkled like morning dew. The love he felt for her poured through his gaze, a tangible force, a symphony of devotion that enveloped her, stealing her breath away.
Although she was breathless, she bestowed upon him a tremulous smile and said, "Hi."
He swallowed thickly. "Hi," he hoarsely replied.
Kagome reached up with trembling hands, her fingers gently brushing against Inuyasha's face. She pushed his hair back, tucking stray strands behind his ears to reveal his golden eyes more clearly.
"You had me worried for a second. How is my heart?" she said.
The sweetness of her touch shattered him completely. He no longer needed to restrain himself with this woman who knew him body and soul. He attempted to press his lips together, feeling his throat tighten with rising emotion, but everything he felt for her geysered to the surface, overflowing without constraint.
Suddenly, Inuyasha collapsed to his knees, his body weakening beneath him. Kagome cried out his name and swiftly knelt beside him. He gripped Kagome tightly, tears streaming down his face, without inhibition. The sobs racked his body relentlessly as he clung to her for solace. Alarmed and deeply worried, Kagome ran her fingers through his hair, her voice a gentle murmur as she asked, "Inuyasha, what's wrong?"
His voice was thick with sorrow and regret as he choked out, "I'm sorry I left you."
She looked at him, confusion clouding her eyes. "It was beyond our control, Inuyasha. Don't worry."
He shook his head vehemently, his grip tightening. "No. Months ago, when I left you. You didn't want me to leave, and I know it's because you wanted me close... because of the baby."
Kagome gasped, shock and disbelief flooding her features. "Inuyasha... How do you know that?"
"I'll never leave you again," he vowed, his voice breaking.
"You're scaring me," she whispered, her concern deepening.
"I remember you," he said, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce intensity.
She froze, the weight of his words sinking in. Silence enveloped the room like a thick, heavy blanket, settling over everything with a palpable weight. It hung in the air, stifling even the faintest sound, filling the space between them with a profound stillness.
He broke the quiet. "I remember everything, and I hate that I ever forgot you."
Her breath hitched, tears welling up in her eyes. "How did this happen? You remember me? Us? Everything?"
"Everything," he confirmed, his voice a tortured whisper.
Overwhelmed with happiness, Kagome showered Inuyasha with kisses, trailing them along his chin and neck, her belief in his words unwavering. Gratitude gripped her heart, and even as she kissed her husband, she silently offered thanks to the gods for granting them this second chance at love. But the grief-stricken look in his eyes cut her deeply. "My love, why are you so sad? What happened?"
She touched his face then, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. The gesture nearly broke him, and he found his throat convulsing.
"T-tesssaiga. It brought my memories back."
Her eyes widened. "Like Totousai said it would! But why did it take you down? What happened while you were asleep?"
"The sword was able to jostle my memory from somewhere deep inside, but first it told me to make a choice."
Her brows furrowed. "What kind?"
"It asked if I wanted to regain my memory of everything. Of course, I said yes."
Silence. Then: "Why did it feel the need to ask though?"
He grimaced as though distressed. "Because I caused you so much pain, Kagome."
She shook her head vehemently. "What? No. Don't think that. I—"
"I did. Look what happened. Look at what we—" He stopped for he was undone as he recalled the loss of their baby. He looked at her now with a bone shattering anguish that wounded her. "You should've told me, Kagome. I know why you didn't, but I wish I was more prepared to help you. I hate that you suffered alone."
She consoled him now in his grief. "No, my love. You helped me. You were so good to me, even while you barely knew me. I was able to fall in love with you all over again based on those actions."
"It's my fault," he said, his voice trembling with guilt.
Pain at his expression lanced her heart. "No. Don't you ever think that. We already talked about this," she reassured him, her tone firm yet gentle.
"But—"
"No buts. This was an unfortunate experience, but none of it was our fault," she interrupted, her voice resolute.
"I can't help but feel…" He sniffed, struggling to regain his composure—and failing. "I wish I knew."
"I'm sorry," she finally rasped. "I just wasn't sure if I was pregnant until after you lost your memory. We tried for so long," she added, her chest aching.
He nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "Can we try again?"
She wiped the water from her eyes, and did the same to him. A smile managed to break through her sorrow, hope squeezing its way past their misery. "Of course." She arched a brow playfully. "Now?"
He choked out a laugh for the first time in what felt like ages. "I don't have the energy right now, but give me a few hours. We'll make a baby in no time."
She pressed her forehead to his, their breaths mingling again. "I missed you," she sighed.
"I missed you too," he whispered back.
She chuckled, her brown depths sparkling with mischief. "Oh, really? You were pretty stubborn in the beginning."
He rolled his eyes and snorted. "Keh. With reason. I thought you kidnapped me."
"Inuyasha!" she exclaimed, laughing.
He laughed too, a sound that filled her with warmth as seeing him shattered into a thousand pieces was simply tortuous. But this—him, this way, was perfect.
"I'm just joking. You know it didn't take long for me to fall for you all over again."
"Same," she replied softly.
He nipped her lip. "You loved that version of me too? I don't recall you mentioning it."
She rolled her eyes heavenward this time. "Did I have to? I love every part of you."
"It would've been nice to hear," he muttered with a sniff. He hadn't realized how much he needed to hear that until now, but man did it feel good.
She kissed his forehead then. "Let me remedy that." She kissed his right cheek, the coolness of it evening with the warmth of her lips. "I loved you before." She kissed the other cheek. "I loved you then." She then kissed his lips. When she moved away, she whispered, "And I love you now."
His eyes remained glassy, but he beamed, his teeth gleaming in the daylight that peered in through their window.
"You're making me feel all mushy, woman."
"And?"
"I'm my old self again. Are you trying to make me squirm?"
She patted his chest and laughed. "You're such a bum."
Finding a renewed surge of strength, he gently positioned her on her back, hovering over her with a tender intensity. Slowly, he began to grind against her, their bodies instinctively falling into a familiar rhythm of desire and connection.
"Did you miss this?" he asked, his voice low and husky, filled with the yearning that mirrored her own.
She gulped, her desire evident. "Mhm."
"How much?" he teased, a playful glint in his eye.
"So much," she whispered, pulling him closer, ready to lose herself in his embrace once more.
As they were on the verge of uniting in their shared passion, the tranquility of the moment shattered abruptly when the sound of approaching voices grew louder outside their sanctuary. Inuyasha's keen senses picked up the urgency in their voices—a mob, coming fast.
With a frustrated growl, Inuyasha swiftly donned his clothes, his movements quick and agile, ready to confront whatever interruption awaited them outside. Miroku's voice carried through the door, and Inuyasha's irritation flared as he faced his friend.
"How ironic. Didn't know you could be such a cock-blocker," Inuyasha muttered darkly, shooting Miroku a pointed look.
Miroku gasped, surprise mingling with relief as he realized what his comment insinuated. Only the former Inuyasha would talk so candidly with him.
"Inuyasha!" he cried. "You're back!"
Behind Miroku, Inuyasha's family burst through the door, their faces a mix of joy and disbelief. Sango and Rin ran forward, as they threw their arms around him. Shippo and Kirara quickly joined in, their expressions mirroring a joyous reunion long awaited.
Though Inuyasha tried to present himself as both cool and collected, he couldn't help but smile unabashedly toward his family. From behind, he could feel Kagome embrace him and his heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he held them all, his grip tightening as if to reassure himself that this was real. He was finally home.
The following day dawned bright and clear, yet Inuyasha yearned for nothing more than to remain cocooned in the embrace of his wife. However, fate had other designs for him, and his family and friends were insistent on marking his triumphant return. Kaede and Sango, in particular, were adamant that a celebration be held in honor of his homecoming. Despite Inuyasha's gentle protestations that he had never truly departed, their joy at his restored memory eclipsed any details of the recent past they might have pondered.
Kaede's wrinkled face beamed with unbridled happiness as she busied herself with preparations, arranging colorful flowers and traditional ornaments to adorn the village square. Sango, equally enthusiastic, bustled about with energetic determination, organizing a feast fit for a hero's return. The villagers, sensing the occasion, gathered eagerly, their chatter and laughter echoing through the air.
Inuyasha found himself swept along by the infectious spirit of celebration, warmed by the genuine affection and relief in their eyes. Despite his initial reluctance to revel in the limelight, he couldn't deny the overwhelming sense of belonging that enveloped him. This was his home, these were his people, and in their unwavering support and jubilation, he found solace and renewed purpose.
In the evening, music played on, performed skillfully by villagers who knew how to coax melodies from traditional instruments. Inuyasha observed his friends and fellow villagers enjoying the festivities. Some danced with abandon, twirling in joyful circles under the open sky, while others engaged in lively conversations, their laughter mingling with the music.
Kagome and Sango had found a quiet corner where they conversed animatedly about topics that didn't immediately capture Inuyasha's interest. He shifted his gaze across the gathering and noticed Rin standing alone. Kohaku was with her earlier, but he stepped away for a moment, and she was left looking somewhat awkward amidst the revelry. A pang of empathy tugged at him, prompting him to approach her.
"How's it going, Rin?" he inquired gently as he joined her.
She greeted him with a warm smile. "I'm okay, Inuyasha. How are you?"
"Honestly, I'd rather be home," he admitted bluntly, his desire for solitude palpable. "But I'm happy to be back."
Rin chuckled, understanding his humor. "It's good to have you back, though I thought you were great even without your memories."
Inuyasha flashed a toothy grin. "Really? Thanks. That's one of the nicest things I've ever heard anyone say."
"You're like a brother to me," Rin added with sincerity.
The mention of siblings brought thoughts of Sesshomaru to Inuyasha's mind, casting a brief shadow over his expression. "How are you holding up without him?" he asked softly. He rarely dwelled on thoughts of his brother, but the sudden disappearance of the demon lord weighed on his mind. Surely, there was a reason for Sesshomaru's abrupt departure, and Inuyasha couldn't shake the concern that gnawed at him. One day, he vowed silently, he would uncover the truth behind his brother's actions. But for now, he focused on the present.
Rin's smile faded slightly. "I'm okay. I have hope that he'll return."
"He always comes back for you," Inuyasha reassured her with a shrug.
"You think so?"
"The guy's a weirdo, so who knows," Inuyasha remarked with a hint of fondness.
"I have hope after what happened with you. If you can regain your memories after all this time, I think he'll come back," Rin said optimistically.
"You're right," Inuyasha agreed, nudging her shoulder lightly. He felt heartened by her words, realizing how his family continued to grow with each passing thought of his growing family brought Inuyasha's attention back to Kagome. He turned towards her, quietly observing his wife. Her ebony hair cascaded in loose waves, a cerulean kimono draped gracefully around her slender form. Despite the festivities around them, her focus remained attuned to him. Catching his intense gaze from across the field, she met his eyes with a mixture of concern and affection, wordlessly inquiring if he was alright.
No, he absolutely wasn't. But he couldn't simply leave without seeming rude.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. He walked over to Kagome, interrupting her conversation with Sango, who greeted him with a warm smile before moving to the side.
Inuyasha turned to Kagome and murmured, "My head hurts."
Concern flashed in her eyes as she gripped his arm gently. "Where?"
He touched the spot that had ached all those months ago. "I need the salve you have at home," he muttered urgently. "It hurts. Badly," he added for emphasis.
Both Sango and Kagome were visibly worried now. Kagome quickly expressed her gratitude to Sango for organizing the celebration, her words filled with genuine appreciation for the effort and care put into the event. With a warm smile and a brief embrace, she conveyed her heartfelt thanks before turning to Inuyasha. Sensing his need for solitude, she gently took his hand, silently urging him to leave the bustling gathering behind.
Together, they slipped away quietly, their departure unnoticed amidst the lively festivities. Kagome guided Inuyasha with a reassuring touch, leading him through familiar paths back to their humble abode. The air outside was cool and calm, a stark contrast to the excitement and noise they had left behind. As they walked in silence, Inuyasha's mind began to settle, grateful for Kagome's understanding and unwavering support.
From a distance, one could see Akihiko resting peacefully under the shade of a sprawling tree. The previous night, Kagome had confided in Inuyasha that Akihiko's family had departed after Inuyasha's fall, leaving the possessed man in Kagome's care. Chagrined and embarrassed by his own lapse into unconsciousness during the incident, Inuyasha muttered self-deprecatingly that they should have returned Akihiko to his family. However, Kagome reassured him with quiet determination, promising to find a way to rid Akihiko of the curse that bound him.
Inuyasha believed in Kagome's resolve, drawing strength from his own turbulent past, understanding that even those with the darkest of pasts deserved a shot at redemption.
Back home, he settled himself on their cot. He waited patiently as Kagome rummaged through their storage to find the salve, her movements purposeful yet gentle. When she finally located it, he sat up, silently inviting her to join him.
Without hesitation, Kagome settled beside him, and Inuyasha laid his head on her lap—a rare display of trust and vulnerability that spoke volumes of their deep connection. Her touch was tender as she applied the salve with gentle fingers, her hands becoming a soothing balm for his restless spirit.
Inuyasha closed his eyes, allowing himself to savor the sensation, despite the absence of any physical discomfort. He cherished the moment, relishing the quiet intimacy they shared.
As Kagome continued to massage him, her touch like a gentle caress, she leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "Well played, Inuyasha."
He opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly. "Was I that obvious?"
"Yes," she chuckled softly, her warm laughter filling the room. "But it's okay because I wanted to be alone with you just as much."
Inuyasha felt a rush of gratitude and love swell within him. "Really?"
"Of course," Kagome assured him, her voice a tender caress.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the only sounds in the room the faint rustling of fabric and the rhythmic strokes of Kagome's ministrations. Outside, the music that once filled the air now faded to a distant hum, a gentle backdrop to their shared moment of peace and euphoria.
Night soon draped its velvet cloak around them, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window casting a serene ambiance over their room. Inuyasha sat up, firelight flickering warmly against his features as he tended to the hearth in their room, coaxing flames to life with practiced ease. Meanwhile, Kagome busied herself preparing tea, the aroma of herbs filling the air as they settled together by the crackling fire.
They sipped their tea in comfortable silence, sharing stolen glances with each sip. Once the cups were set aside, Kagome nestled beside her husband, spooning herself beneath his protective embrace. Inuyasha's touch was gentle yet possessive as he began to stroke her, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns over her skin, causing gooseflesh to rise in response to his touch. Kagome shivered slightly in the moonlit glow, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips.
He felt a swell of desire stir within him, his energy completely restored by this moment in time. He leaned in to kiss her neck, trailing a path of warmth along her skin towards her ear. Her breath quickened, mingling with his own as anticipation and desire built between them. She whispered his name, her voice a soft plea that resonated deep within him.
"Let me love you," Inuyasha murmured huskily, his words a fervent pronouncement of his longing and fidelity.
She surrendered to the moment, her heart overflowing with a love that had bloomed twice in this lifetime. In the silent language of their bodies, he traced his devotion upon her bare skin with whispered declarations, each word a testament to the depth of his affection.
And in the crescendo of their union, as their souls intertwined in perfect harmony, the only sound that escaped his lips was her name — the most beautiful of all names, whispered softly into the quiet of the night.
"Kagome."
The End