KURENAI

"Deep red"

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Second link

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There was something really perverse, in feeling incapable of reaching one's desire. InuYasha was realizing it with a ferocity he had never known; the desire had been slightly more than candid, before the intimacy between he and Kagome became physical. Once that happened, exploring and recognizing each other, turned into an adventure they set on with less preambles and more fluidity each time. And even so, what he was now feeling was different; intense, yet unsettling.

Both his hands were shackled, bound by strong chains anchored to two beams up high, on the temple's ceiling. Probably, if he were to really try, freedom could be within his reach, but the reason behind all of this was telling him not to. He took a deep breath, as deep as he could, reminding himself of the self-control he had come seeking. Kagome was kneeling before him, close, but just out of reach, her clothes coming loose as he noted how his blood began to run heavy through his veins. Immediately, that gesture had recreated in his mind, the sight of her naked skin, and the myriad of pink tones that could arise on it, as their desires became similar.

He had to admit that this wasn't the best scenario to start thinking about a passional encounter, yet he desired it, nonetheless. Maybe, the pressure from the last events was still lingering, acting as a trigger, waiting to be pulled. That same tension and anxiety were making him afraid of a transformation, even if it didn't seem to be about to manifest right now. InuYasha's fear of the youkai taking over was ever-present; of it dominating him just like that one time, in the village he once went to end the threat of a demon. The paradox could even be funny, if it weren't a nightmare in his mind.

Injured, he felt; mangled by the beast inhabiting him. A beast that seemed to respond to the exaltation of his emotions in a way that he wasn't able to control, taking him to a partial darkness he hated, his consciousness submerged just enough to see the beast's actions, yet unable to stop them. Or, maybe, said actions were actually his own will, his real nature, one that remained otherwise bound by his hanyou self.

Who inhabits my heart? The question crossed his mind.

He focused his senses on Kagome, again; needing her presence to find a balance amidst the anguish of his mind. She was his well-being, his dam, his biggest source of lucidity. He and she, they were like deep red, over immaculate white.

Kagome's hand slipped gently inside the neck of the hitoe she was wearing, a movement InuYasha followed, recreating the touch of her fingers over her skin. Such a sensation was so intense, his arms muscles tensioned involuntarily, drawing a clank from the chains binding him.

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To be continued.

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A/N

As I've said after the first episode of this story, it was supposed to be something easy, yet developing the plot is asking me to carefully piece the ideas together, and I love it.

Thank you so much for reading and commenting.

Kisses,

Anyara

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart