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rights belong to that genius Rumiko Takahashi (God bless her!).
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if you'll even read this one!! LOL! And Tim, for, well, just EVERYTHING!!!!
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to dedicate an entirely different series fic to you, when I don't even know
if you'll like it!!! Hope you do though!
Here I am again, sitting around a campfire in the middle of the night,
waiting for another Shikon shard to show itself. And there she sits, a
short two feet away, her heart-shaped face glowing in the dwindling
firelight, an art in herself. And I want to move closer; I want to move
beside her, take her hand. I want to be the shoulder she lays her head on
in the next few minutes.
Her cadet blue eyes are blinking rapidly; she's trying to stay awake. I
know she won't last long. She never does. Not after a day of fighting off
daemons and power-crazed humans struggling viciously to gain access to the
scattered shards. She's tired out of her mortal mind. As well she should
I'm looking at her cautiously now;
making sure that she doesn't see me. I study her. She's so much stronger
then I'd ever predicted, in ways I'd never predicted. And it takes my
breath away. She's full of fire and a sort of animal nature that attracts
me like a moth to a flame.
The way she flits about fearlessly,
speaking her mind, being blissfully, frequently incautiously and
dangerously, unaware of the consequences of her blatant nature. It's a
sight to see, to watch this girl. This woman. Kagome. My Kagome.
And I find myself wondering how long
I will make myself wait, how long the self-torture will last before I
confess it to her. Before she looks at me in that way that can make me wish
for permanently human body, and I fall at her feet, screaming my love in a
voice of wretched and angry emotion. If she were a simple reincarnation I
would be fine. I wouldn't feel anything like this, stronger than what I
felt for Kikyo.
If she weren't Kagome, the girl I've come to understand,
and accept as she is, as she did me, and through it all, to love. But she
is, and despite my frequent and agitating denials, she'll force it out of
me sooner or later.
The really funny thing is, she doesn't even know what
she's doing. It's all subconscious, and it makes me think, what will it be
like when she actually realises the power she has over me, the powers that
exceed the prayer beads Kaede threw around my neck for her to subdue me the
first time we met. Will she flaunt it, or play with me, teasing and making
me wish for death and her touch? Will she run her hands over my face, my
arms, my chest, string her fingers into my hair, then pull back to make the
agony last until I cannot resist her any longer? These are thoughts I
cannot bear; yet I seem to explore them more often as the days go by. As I
ponder how long it will take for me to break down.
I yearn, I pine, I nearly perish, just seeing her
sparks something in me that is almost intolerable. And I want it. For her
to walk before me, to sway her hips, move her shoulders gracefully, her
soft black hair lifting slightly with every small gust of wind. I long for
it. Those short skirts, body-hugging materials woven into sweaters and
blouses, nearly sheer cotton. It kills and I desire it more. Oh how I
desire this pain. And I think about those many times that I have bitten my
lip so hard as I stare at her, trying to hold back the shouts of adoration
I have welled up inside, that I bleed. And the worst part is, she notices.
She always notices.
Every scratch, every scrape, every misplaced droplet
of blood on my skin, she notices. How, I don't have a clue. She doesn't
ever seem to really be looking at me, usually somewhere at the side of my
face, never in my eyes. And when she does look, she makes it perfectly
obvious. I think it's purposeful; possibly she's developed some sort of
technique to look at me from the corner of her eye and turn away quickly
before I spot her. I think she's been around me for too long, she's
starting to pick up my habits.
And the more intricate ones she does so well that it's unnerving. I should
be able to read this human girl like an open book, but I can't. Damned if I
don't try though.
Looking across the diminishing flames right now, I can see why she seems so
distant at times, and she really does remind me of Kikyo then. I don't like
it. She's not Kikyo, not a murdered shamaness, my old lover, she's Kagome,
and only Kagome. "Kagome." I say aloud to convince myself, gritting my
teeth and clamping my jaw tightly, my head bobs up and down slightly in a
"Huh?" She's looking at me, actually staring into my face; her eyes
search my eyes. "What'd you say, Inu-Yasha?" She asks, her chin rises, and
the sleep that I saw in her demeanor earlier fades softly with interest.
Her full pink lips beckon to me, and I lean forward only faintly, my nose
held high above the small flames dancing across the charred wood and grass
surrounded by a circle of unevenly shaped stones.
"Kagome." I say honestly, petrified, a deer in the headlights that her eyes
suddenly have a striking resemblance to. I lick my lips, my gullet is dry
and I gulp to wet it, loosening up the tightened muscles in my esophagus.
smiles, and I think maybe I hear her purr, coo, at my simple answer.
"Really-" She says, not asking a question. Her eyes wander; am I losing her
interest? An abrupt sense of loss surges through me and I feel the need to
bring her attention back to me.
"I like that name." I say, it's
completely truthful, but unexpected for both of us. Those weary blue orbs
float slowly back to my astonished face, settling somewhere around my
mouth. A shadow of a smile flickers across her lips and I clear my throat,
bringing her gaze back up to my eyes. Am I mistaken, or does she look
wistful as her stare remains at eye-level.
"I'm glad." She says, her voice is husky, nearly a
whisper, as if she hadn't used it for a long time. "I guess my mom did
too." She jokes, the mood is lightened, but is doesn't disappear
completely. "I like Inu-Yasha too." Kagome replies, sounding sincere but
nervous. "I like the way it feels when I say it. Ee-noo-yah-shah." Her
voice enunciates the syllables in a way that reminds me greatly of a sigh.
I know I'm smiling.
"I'm glad." I mimic her. "Kah-goh-may." I tease, perfectly impersonating
her pronunciation. She giggles softly and my heart jumps. I want to make
her laugh again, but I don't know how. So I move beside her, there's at
least half a foot between us, but I can smell her. Not the shampoo she
uses, not the lotion that keeps her pale skin smooth and soft; I smell the
very essence of her. The scent she had since she was born, the one that
identifies her to me from miles away. I love that scent, love breathing it.
I suck in a long gasp of air,
savouring the lingering quintessence of Kagome, the taste of her on the
wind. I want to know the flavour of her firsthand. My face moves closer
without consent from my brain. I know where this is headed.
I know she'll
draw back her hand any moment now and slap my cheek, the stinging blow
bringing me back into a sober, cruel reality. Yet, as I inch even nearer,
her hand remains at her side, clutching the blanket draped over her slender
shoulders to her gently. My own hand reaches out and seizes the edge of the
mantle, tearing it quickly and violently from her body.
her attention if she hadn't already noticed my nearness, and she turns her
head to look at me. She doesn't look angry, not even confused. It's as if
she's waiting. Waiting for me.
I dip my face to her cheek, rubbing my nose against the soft
skin there and forcing her to look away again. The tip of my tongue flicks
out and touches a spot near her chin. She jumps a bit at the abrupt action,
and I begin to feel intoxicated by this direct contact between us.
The taste of Kagome's warm flesh bursts in my head like a wave
of sudden, suffocating heat and my face falls down to her shoulder, exposed
by the fallen coverlet. She's wearing one of my favourite shirts, a white,
sleeveless cotton blouse, speckled with small pink hearts woven in by hand.
My forehead caresses her neck and my teeth bite down on the edge of her
shirt. I release it as quickly as I grabbed it. My senses whirl around and
I feel complete. "Inu-Yasha?" She questions quietly after a moment.
"Mmm?" I respond, not removing my face
from where it's pressed into her shoulder. I wonder how long she'll let me
stay in this position. She rarely lets me this close. There has to be a
reason for her acceptance of the liberties I've taken. I try not to think
about it, and enjoy the feel of her so close to me.
"How long will it take you?" The words seem like a bomb going off in my
brain and I lift my head suddenly, staring at her through truly frightened,
slightly annoyed eyes.
"What?" I say, my face in a terribly close proximity to hers. I want to
take more liberties. The liberty of a kiss. But I think better of it and
continue to gape warily at her.
She turns to look back at me, blinking innocently. "Well? How
long is it going to take?" I know what she means, but my pride refuses to
let her have the obvious upper-hand in this and I back away from her
carefully. Wanting more than anything to move right back and do as I
please. In the sense that I even know what I want in this moment of
looks surprised, which pleases me to no end. I'm gaining ground here, maybe
I'll be safe after all. I move across to where I was sitting before and
slump backwards against a tree trunk. I cross my arms and gaze at the
confused girl, hoping beyond all hope that she cannot decipher the longing
in my eyes.
She's too bewildered to see
much of anything and her smooth brow crinkles up in agitation. I know
Kagome, and I know she doesn't like not understanding things. I don't
either. Knowledge is a sort of power, and to be without it is to be without
a foothold. "Inu-Yasha?!" Her voice is getting angry and I squint my eyes
so they look closed to her, watching through near-slits.
"When I'm ready." I
grumble gruffly, making a coarse noise in my throat. Things are back to
normal and I wish they weren't.
turns away from me, as is her common practise when she's annoyed, and I
gaze at her silently in the dark. Hiding my face from her view in the
firelight. And I think. How long?
Author's Note: This is my first "Inu-Yasha" fic, but I've been reading the
series for a while, just as I have Ranma ½. I usually write Ranma fics, so
this is a bit of a change, I don't know if anyone'll like it, but I hope
you will! Truly! As I've tried my best to keep to the basic character
personalities. I wanted to keep the level of distance that Kagome and Inu-
Yasha always seem to have between them, but still convey the love they feel
from that distance. I wanted Inu-Yasha to be feeling bold. Because though
he has a gruff, no-nonsense personality, he is shy and easily effected by
Kagome's innocent charms (sometimes not-so-innocent. Heh, heh!). If you
liked it, please review!!!!!!!!!!! And if you would like to read any more
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can click on the one(s) you would like to read! Go on then! Read away! And
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