I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA!
I wrote 9 chapters for this, 10 pages on Word, in about 4 hours. It just came to me and I couldnt stop. Still working on it now but thought I would post a couple chapters of it for my fans. I apologize for it being so long since I have posted anything. And my fans that follow favorite stories as well as me in general, I am planning on working on some of my other stories soon. Just need a little inspiration.
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He was burning.
The white haired man stumbled, his shoulder ramming hard into a tree. He groaned and slid to his knees in the soft pile of leaves just beginning to collect on the forest floor. His body trembled. He rested his cheek for a moment on the rough bark of the tree. It felt so good. It was cool and he was so hot. He felt like his skin should be melting he was so hot.
He shook his head and forced himself back onto his feet. He couldn't stop. If he stopped, he wouldn't be able to go on. He had to go on. He had to make the burning stop. He couldn't let it happen. Not again. If he allowed it to happen he would be dead. Or worse.
He had to keep moving. He couldn't stop.
He pushed away from the tree and took a stumbling step forward. Another. Another. He had to keep moving. He had to make it stop.
"Inuyasha. Dinner is ready."
The white haired demon flicked an ear back at the voice, than turned his attention back to the forest. What was that? What was that amazing scent? What was that he felt on the cool evening breeze, pulling him toward the forest, toward that scent?
"Inuyasha? Did you hear me? Dinner is ready. If you don't come in it will get cold."
"I heard you, Kagome. You guys go ahead and eat. I'm not hungry."
The girl stepped closer to him, laid a hand on his arm. "Are you alright? You've been staring at the trees for 2 hours now. Why don't you come and eat?"
"I said I'm not hungry. I'm going for a walk. I'll be back later." He stepped away from the hand on his arm and started toward the forest. Toward that amazing scent.
"Inuyasha! Where are you going?"
"Kagome, come inside and eat. If he wants to go for a walk, leave him alone."
He heard the voices, Kagome and the old woman. The girl argued that he shouldn't just wander off. The old woman reminded the girl that he could take care of himself. He didn't hear the rest of the argument. He tuned it out as the breeze gusted and filled his nose with even more of that amazing scent.
He stumbled again. His knee hit a rock as he collapsed against yet another tree. He winced, but the pain the quickly swallowed by the burning. He tried to push himself to his feet again but his vision blurred and his knees trembled. He leaned against the tree and fought to keep his eyes open. He was so hot. The heat was making him weak. He had to keep moving. He had to stop it. It wasn't much further. If he didn't stop it, he would be dead. Or worse.
He jumped, tried to get to his feet, only to fall again. He turned to face the direction the voice had come from. His vision was clouding. All he could see was a vague shape under a tree across from him.
"Stay away." He felt shame burn through him at the way his voice trembled.
"I wont hurt you."
The voice was familiar, but he couldn't think. He was so hot. His body trembled worse than ever and he slumped into a heap at the base of the tree. "Stay away. Leave me be. Please. Please just go away."
"Let me help you."
The shadow moved. Moved towards him. He held up a shaking hand. "Please. Stay away." His eyes wouldn't focus. He was so hot. His vision darkened, wavered. He swallowed painfully and fought off the dizzying need to lie down.
"Sesshomaru. Can you see me?"
"Stay away." His voice was barely a whisper. He was so hot.
"I can help you."
"Stay away." His vision cleared enough to see a flash of white as the shadow knelt in front of him. "Please. Stay away."
"I can help."
"No." He shivered violently when hands rubbed up his arms. Oh, Kami. It felt so good. The hands were cool and he was so hot.
"Let me help you."
"Please." He gasped as those hands moved up his neck to frame his face. He felt himself throb with desire. Felt that place on his body that he had suppressed for so long come awake.
"Hush. I'm doing to make you feel better."
He felt himself moved away from the tree. Soft grass under his body. His clothes being torn away. Oh, Kami the breeze felt good. He was so hot. Those hands came back. They moved up his bare legs, over his hips, up his sides, his ribs. His body trembled under the touch. It felt so good.