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Kagome Kidnapped! (Again)
Chapter Fourteen: Kagome Kidnapped! (Again)
‘Note to self: when taken prisoner, and alone, and unarmed and most likely drugged to the hilt, DO NOT ATTACK THE MEN WITH GUNS!’ were Kagome’s introspective thoughts upon waking. There were several interesting facts to be discovered upon awakening; 1) something had died in her mouth 2) she might not be able to feel her left arm… no wait she could. ‘You would think that after making a living out of being kidnapped for most of my teens… I would know better than this.’ Kagome was laying face down on the bed, her left arm curled under her. Grimacing as she gingerly raised herself up to look around when she felt saliva tickle down her chin. Trying to ignore the strain of her muscles, she slowly rolled over and leaned back against the headboard. Trying to fight through the fog around her brain and blink though “sleepies” in her eyes Kagome looked down at herself. There were medical pads, the kind used to monitor vital signs, on her. All over her, actually. She was again, dressed in a tasteful silk night gown that, again, tastefully matched the bedrooms décor. What the hell. Someone had a silk-color coordinating- kidnapping-drugging fetish. Really.
The hiss of the door opening saw Kagome’s head snap up and stare at the suddenly frightening door. The man from before walked in, looking disgustingly poised and elegant… except for little detail of that bandage covering his right eye. That wasn’t so elegant. ‘Serves you right you stupid piece of-‘ her inner tirade was cut off by a rather disquieting statement.
“Although the method wasn’t quite what we were looking for… your little demonstration was exactly what we needed. My thanks.” The bastard has the audacity to not only smile, but his voice was the same knee quaking timbre it was before she brained him. Ass. Kagome defiantly, she’d gotten good at the whole “defiant in the face of your kidnapper” thing down, tilted her head in question.
“Oh? So you were waiting for me to damage someone? What a wonderful leader you must be. The loyalty you must inspire in you men…” Kagome indulged in an inner smirk when his perfect façade was ruined by tightening around that perfect mouth of his.
“Not in so many words, but our… organization is very interested in women such as yourself. With such interesting powers.” Kagome didn’t have the willpower to hold in her gasp.
“I don’t know who you are, or who you work for, but there is no was that I will willingly consent to anything you ask. And gifts like mine don’t work under pain coercion Sorry to rain on your parade.” She tried to smooth her face, to show no signs that she just told an utter lie. Yeah, right.
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Inuyasha had few constants in his life. Five hundred years ago, one of those constants was the fact the Kagome, on average, would be kidnapped at least every other month. By the looks of things, that trend was going to be re-instated. What the fuck. Besides the fact that his Kag- besides the fact that their only strong miko was M.I.A., the killer seemed to know. Bodies were piling up. The demon community was in shambles. Families that stayed though the world Wars, were leaving. Clans were ripping apart at the seems. Even the humans were taking notice, how cute. Two fucking weeks. Fourteen days or hell. Kagome could be injured. Kagome could have been raped. Kagome could be… she could be dead.
Sleeping… really wasn’t an option. Inuyasha quickly became tired of staring at the ceiling for hours on end, visions on Kagome in death throws dancing in his head. Now he didn’t even try. Your thoughts, at 2:00 a.m., can sometimes be too revealing for your own peace of mind. Suddenly, without his consent, his mind locked onto to Kagome’s face. Her scent. He needed-
Quickly, before he could have second thoughts, he slipped on shoes, grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
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The drive to Kagome’s house was short, lonely, and nerve damaging. Second, third, and forth thoughts pounded off the inside of his head. He called himself names usually delegated to Kouga. Such self hatred at such weakness prompted… less than exemplarity driving. He shouldn’t be doing this. Breaking and entering for no other reason that to--whatever it was that he was going to do. Lights bounced off the sleek surface of the cars hood, sparks of light and thought gnawing their way into his head. His relationship with Kagome had ended a long, long time ago. His relationship with Kagome had stalled, become stagnant and infected. His relationship with Kagome—they had no relationship. Inuyasha downshifted; narrowly avoiding an accident before he accelerated around a corner, squinting as the light form the lamppost hit his eyes. He had no reason to be driving to her house. He should turn around. There was nothing he could do, he would know her scent anywhere, he couldn’t track her, there would be no clues, he would only be digging up painful memories he-
Skidding around a corner Inuyasha found that he was on her street.
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Not many people know this, but there is an art to being a captive. You can’t simply go into shock and become a zombie that will make you loose value quicker than a Ford driving off the lot. You have to constantly be on alert, collecting information always. You have to know how to act, at all times. Depending on the mood, situation and general personality of your capture, you will need to change your tune without being caught doing so. As a captive, your main objective is to make yourself a human being in the eyes of your captures. It’s easy for them to kill you off when you are a nameless, faceless lump. If you play your cards right, you can create dissent with the masses. Every tine movement you make, every idle comment, everything you do must drive the point home. And points change from second to second. You must be aware of this at all times. But, never, ever, let on that you are thinking that much. No one likes a smart victim.
Kagome, being a professional captive for a large part of her growing years knew this. And she prayed to whoever, and whatever was listening that these men were not aware of this fact.
“Now, my dear, I must say that I was surprised when you—whatever it is that you did. Most of us here thought the whole thing a rather elaborate way to waste money. But alas, our higher up knew better!”
“Really”
“Now, don’t be like that. We are all very interested in what you could teach us.”
“This can’t be taught, it’s genetic. You know, like the way you smirk every time you say “my dear”, you can’t teach that” Sometimes Kagome forgot about the art of being a victim.
“…”
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Inuyasha realized that he did not, in fact, have a key to Kagome’s house. He also realized that if he was spotted staring into Kagome’s window at, a quick check of the watch, 3:10 a.m., someone might try and throw him into jail. Or Kouga would never let him live it down. Anyone’s guess as to which would piss him off more. A few minutes later Inuyasha found himself breaking into Kagome’s house. Or trying to rather. Apparently Kagome was paranoid or something. As if some creeper was going to try and break into her house at 3:00 in the morning—oh right.
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Kagome starred at the man. He starred back. They weren’t getting very far at the moment.
“So… let me get this straight. Everyone in this building is human.”
What remained visible of his elegant visage was ruined by lines of consternation.
“Yes…” Kagome nodded, running her hands nervously through her hair.
“And you are aware that these recent murders are being committed by something that isn’t human, right?” He nodded, apparently giving up trying to reason with the silly little woman on the bed.
“And you kidnapped, and drugged me because…..” she trailed off, deliberately soaking her words in sarcasm just to make him mad.
“At the moment, our team has not made as much progress as we would have liked, so you, my dear, are here to augment our search.” He shifted and crossed his legs before resting his elbow in the side of the chair, making a fist and resting his head. Elegantly, of course.
“That it the most idiotic thing I have ever heard. You are a bunch of humans, humans with no gifts for that matter, and you are tying to catch a killer that can evade the entire—the entire supernatural community. You are in over your head. Utterly and completely. If you try and take this guy on, you will be six feet under faster than you can spell WOUND.” Kagome’s heart began a pace reminiscent of war drums. These people—these people, if they went through with this… they would be cannon fodder.
He seemed to be paying more attention now. Lines were swiftly collecting around his eyes and mouth. Slowly he raised raise his head, scenting the air.
“The men on this team are the best of the best. Assembled from all over the world, they are the best.” Kagome felt her heart stutter.
“That’s all good and well, against a human! No matter much well they are trained, they are still human. Everyone one of your team would be CANNON FODDER. This thing, is… beyond your scope, there is no way-“ He surged foreword, suddenly very close to her face.
“They are the BEST! These men served in situations that just hearing about would make you sick. Just because this man, this killer, can float object with his mind or whatever it is that he does, doesn’t mean he is better than my team. We will find him, and take him down! You are only here to tell us about the freaks that glow or think they’re creatures—“ Kagome leaned forward, invading his space in return, she reachedfor the electricity with her other senses-- then total darkness in the room.
“This is not some E.S.P game like you see in the movies. Your men are good, but they are still human. Weak, mortal humans. What you think you want to find, is not human. If you do this, you all will die.” She paused, reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder. “These are beings that have and will kill hundreds of human with a flick of a hand. They feed off fear, they feed off blood and hate. Humans are fleas to them. Bugs to be….” She forced power into her hand, the glow illuminating the faint traces of fear on his face “flicked away”.
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Standing on the remains of Kagome’s front door, he sniffed. Not a polite little inhale, like good little dog demons did in public, but an all out whole body, nose expanding sniff. Okay, bedroom that’a’way. Later, when he finally found himself in Kagome’s bedroom, it was like he was violating her and being accepted back into her good graces all at once. Not good for the brain at 3:00 a.m. Standing there, being engulfed by the essence of Kagome so completely, he allowed himself for just a few seconds to think… that things worked out for once in his miserable. Gods, he could see it. The well didn’t fuck up that one time—not wait the well did malfunction. But he hadn’t been a hateful, bitter miserable bastard who spent five hundred years in purgatory, not even living, just waiting and dreaming. Then after all that waiting, not taking his chance. No, he took his chance, he wasn't a coward.
In this world, same as the real one, he had waited shaking, next to Kagome’s father as she was brought into the world. He had seen her grow up; feeling like a creeper one day and being filled with such glow the next. Like in his true past, he had watched her come through the well, bruised, beaten, half starved, cut and bleeding. He had seen her break down at the simple question “how is Inuyasha doing?” time and again. He watched as her childhood has ripped away from her by a boy who barely understood who he was.
He watched as he scarred her inside and out. But this time, he stayed until the end. Instead of watching her stumble out of the well house covered in her own blood, another gift from himself, and simply watching. He hadn’t stood frozen, unable prove to himself that if he went to her, she could be happy. This time he had waited until her body healed… and came to her. The reunion had been tearful and awkward and angry and violent and filled with love. He had the opportunity to feel like a dirty old bastard around her oh so young self. He paid for her college, helped her heal the scars inflicted by his younger self. They dated, they fought, she learned about the parts she missed. They weren’t afraid of their love. They got married, they had kids, they—it was so real he could taste it. Inuyasha leaned against the doorway and had the sudden urge to grab at his heart. It ached, stretching his skin and slowly gaining weight until it felt as if some terrible creature had carved out a home in his chest.
It was driving him mad, standing here. Being surrounded by what he would never, ever let himself have. He could feel his mind starting to spilt into a thousand tiny little sub-thoughts and plots. Memories and fantasies bouncing off the walls of his self control. Sighing to himself, Inuyasha slowly walked to her closet and opened it, the hiss of wood on carpet sounding obscenely loud in the silence of his mind. He leaned foreword, rubbing his face on the clothes. God that felt good. Slowly, his hands shaking, he randomly picked out a green silk shirt. After a moment, he smiled. The damn shirt was the same color as her old school uniform. He turned and padded over to the bed. Starring down at it for what felt like hours, the decision was made by all parties concerned that he had no right to be on her bed. Inuyasha slid slowly to the ground, leaning against the bed. Mindful of his ten natural knives, he raised the shirt to his face, inhaling her scent. He rubbed it into his skin, trying to soak a little more of Kagome into his body.
That’s how Nataseria found him.
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Kagome slowly ran her hand up his shoulder, past the juncture of his neck and rested her hand almost lovingly on his cheek. Making sure to burn him. Things like this weren’t usually in her nature. But, after spending so much time with Inuyasha, her mean streak had gotten a little wider. In fact, a lot of her little tendencies had gotten a little wider. Like her tendency towards self hate, and her inclination not smile too much, and her little habit of ignoring the warning signs concerning danger. Throwing herself into to almost suicidal situations… like she expected to be rescued. Well, people change.
“ To them, humans are meat that will make funny noises if you play with it enough. We are playthings” she hissed into his ear “ they’ll let you escape, for years. And then, on your wedding day, or Christmas, you’ll turn around to find them standing over your little girls dead body” Kagome felt bile rise in her throat, god this was sick. So, so, wrong.
“ Please, don’t become another victim. I don’t like you, at all. But I have pride in being human, We’re tough. But not as tough as those monsters. Don’t become another body under their feet.” Kagome stopped her block on the rooms the electricity, the lights came up. His face was ashen, seemingly aged fifty years. She leaned back, giving him his space back. Kagome settled down, legs folded delicately arms resting on her lap. The kind woman had returned from her journey into the woods. He looked at her, a man measuring the heat of a dragons fire. Eyes locked, nods were exchanged and agreement was reached. Servant acknowledging servant, the powerless sharing their understanding of those in power. Slowly, he turned towards the door. The door opened, the lord of the castle entered. .
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DONE! This stupid chapter would not get written! Yeah, I know it isn’t one of my best, but I’ll update soon to make for it (most likely).
I’ve been looking back over the chapters of this story and I realized how much my style and skill have changed since the inception of this thing! Have you noticed that? Anyway, thanks for reading!
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‘Note to self: when taken prisoner, and alone, and unarmed and most likely drugged to the hilt, DO NOT ATTACK THE MEN WITH GUNS!’ were Kagome’s introspective thoughts upon waking. There were several interesting facts to be discovered upon awakening; 1) something had died in her mouth 2) she might not be able to feel her left arm… no wait she could. ‘You would think that after making a living out of being kidnapped for most of my teens… I would know better than this.’ Kagome was laying face down on the bed, her left arm curled under her. Grimacing as she gingerly raised herself up to look around when she felt saliva tickle down her chin. Trying to ignore the strain of her muscles, she slowly rolled over and leaned back against the headboard. Trying to fight through the fog around her brain and blink though “sleepies” in her eyes Kagome looked down at herself. There were medical pads, the kind used to monitor vital signs, on her. All over her, actually. She was again, dressed in a tasteful silk night gown that, again, tastefully matched the bedrooms décor. What the hell. Someone had a silk-color coordinating- kidnapping-drugging fetish. Really.
The hiss of the door opening saw Kagome’s head snap up and stare at the suddenly frightening door. The man from before walked in, looking disgustingly poised and elegant… except for little detail of that bandage covering his right eye. That wasn’t so elegant. ‘Serves you right you stupid piece of-‘ her inner tirade was cut off by a rather disquieting statement.
“Although the method wasn’t quite what we were looking for… your little demonstration was exactly what we needed. My thanks.” The bastard has the audacity to not only smile, but his voice was the same knee quaking timbre it was before she brained him. Ass. Kagome defiantly, she’d gotten good at the whole “defiant in the face of your kidnapper” thing down, tilted her head in question.
“Oh? So you were waiting for me to damage someone? What a wonderful leader you must be. The loyalty you must inspire in you men…” Kagome indulged in an inner smirk when his perfect façade was ruined by tightening around that perfect mouth of his.
“Not in so many words, but our… organization is very interested in women such as yourself. With such interesting powers.” Kagome didn’t have the willpower to hold in her gasp.
“I don’t know who you are, or who you work for, but there is no was that I will willingly consent to anything you ask. And gifts like mine don’t work under pain coercion Sorry to rain on your parade.” She tried to smooth her face, to show no signs that she just told an utter lie. Yeah, right.
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Inuyasha had few constants in his life. Five hundred years ago, one of those constants was the fact the Kagome, on average, would be kidnapped at least every other month. By the looks of things, that trend was going to be re-instated. What the fuck. Besides the fact that his Kag- besides the fact that their only strong miko was M.I.A., the killer seemed to know. Bodies were piling up. The demon community was in shambles. Families that stayed though the world Wars, were leaving. Clans were ripping apart at the seems. Even the humans were taking notice, how cute. Two fucking weeks. Fourteen days or hell. Kagome could be injured. Kagome could have been raped. Kagome could be… she could be dead.
Sleeping… really wasn’t an option. Inuyasha quickly became tired of staring at the ceiling for hours on end, visions on Kagome in death throws dancing in his head. Now he didn’t even try. Your thoughts, at 2:00 a.m., can sometimes be too revealing for your own peace of mind. Suddenly, without his consent, his mind locked onto to Kagome’s face. Her scent. He needed-
Quickly, before he could have second thoughts, he slipped on shoes, grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
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The drive to Kagome’s house was short, lonely, and nerve damaging. Second, third, and forth thoughts pounded off the inside of his head. He called himself names usually delegated to Kouga. Such self hatred at such weakness prompted… less than exemplarity driving. He shouldn’t be doing this. Breaking and entering for no other reason that to--whatever it was that he was going to do. Lights bounced off the sleek surface of the cars hood, sparks of light and thought gnawing their way into his head. His relationship with Kagome had ended a long, long time ago. His relationship with Kagome had stalled, become stagnant and infected. His relationship with Kagome—they had no relationship. Inuyasha downshifted; narrowly avoiding an accident before he accelerated around a corner, squinting as the light form the lamppost hit his eyes. He had no reason to be driving to her house. He should turn around. There was nothing he could do, he would know her scent anywhere, he couldn’t track her, there would be no clues, he would only be digging up painful memories he-
Skidding around a corner Inuyasha found that he was on her street.
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Not many people know this, but there is an art to being a captive. You can’t simply go into shock and become a zombie that will make you loose value quicker than a Ford driving off the lot. You have to constantly be on alert, collecting information always. You have to know how to act, at all times. Depending on the mood, situation and general personality of your capture, you will need to change your tune without being caught doing so. As a captive, your main objective is to make yourself a human being in the eyes of your captures. It’s easy for them to kill you off when you are a nameless, faceless lump. If you play your cards right, you can create dissent with the masses. Every tine movement you make, every idle comment, everything you do must drive the point home. And points change from second to second. You must be aware of this at all times. But, never, ever, let on that you are thinking that much. No one likes a smart victim.
Kagome, being a professional captive for a large part of her growing years knew this. And she prayed to whoever, and whatever was listening that these men were not aware of this fact.
“Now, my dear, I must say that I was surprised when you—whatever it is that you did. Most of us here thought the whole thing a rather elaborate way to waste money. But alas, our higher up knew better!”
“Really”
“Now, don’t be like that. We are all very interested in what you could teach us.”
“This can’t be taught, it’s genetic. You know, like the way you smirk every time you say “my dear”, you can’t teach that” Sometimes Kagome forgot about the art of being a victim.
“…”
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Inuyasha realized that he did not, in fact, have a key to Kagome’s house. He also realized that if he was spotted staring into Kagome’s window at, a quick check of the watch, 3:10 a.m., someone might try and throw him into jail. Or Kouga would never let him live it down. Anyone’s guess as to which would piss him off more. A few minutes later Inuyasha found himself breaking into Kagome’s house. Or trying to rather. Apparently Kagome was paranoid or something. As if some creeper was going to try and break into her house at 3:00 in the morning—oh right.
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Kagome starred at the man. He starred back. They weren’t getting very far at the moment.
“So… let me get this straight. Everyone in this building is human.”
What remained visible of his elegant visage was ruined by lines of consternation.
“Yes…” Kagome nodded, running her hands nervously through her hair.
“And you are aware that these recent murders are being committed by something that isn’t human, right?” He nodded, apparently giving up trying to reason with the silly little woman on the bed.
“And you kidnapped, and drugged me because…..” she trailed off, deliberately soaking her words in sarcasm just to make him mad.
“At the moment, our team has not made as much progress as we would have liked, so you, my dear, are here to augment our search.” He shifted and crossed his legs before resting his elbow in the side of the chair, making a fist and resting his head. Elegantly, of course.
“That it the most idiotic thing I have ever heard. You are a bunch of humans, humans with no gifts for that matter, and you are tying to catch a killer that can evade the entire—the entire supernatural community. You are in over your head. Utterly and completely. If you try and take this guy on, you will be six feet under faster than you can spell WOUND.” Kagome’s heart began a pace reminiscent of war drums. These people—these people, if they went through with this… they would be cannon fodder.
He seemed to be paying more attention now. Lines were swiftly collecting around his eyes and mouth. Slowly he raised raise his head, scenting the air.
“The men on this team are the best of the best. Assembled from all over the world, they are the best.” Kagome felt her heart stutter.
“That’s all good and well, against a human! No matter much well they are trained, they are still human. Everyone one of your team would be CANNON FODDER. This thing, is… beyond your scope, there is no way-“ He surged foreword, suddenly very close to her face.
“They are the BEST! These men served in situations that just hearing about would make you sick. Just because this man, this killer, can float object with his mind or whatever it is that he does, doesn’t mean he is better than my team. We will find him, and take him down! You are only here to tell us about the freaks that glow or think they’re creatures—“ Kagome leaned forward, invading his space in return, she reachedfor the electricity with her other senses-- then total darkness in the room.
“This is not some E.S.P game like you see in the movies. Your men are good, but they are still human. Weak, mortal humans. What you think you want to find, is not human. If you do this, you all will die.” She paused, reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder. “These are beings that have and will kill hundreds of human with a flick of a hand. They feed off fear, they feed off blood and hate. Humans are fleas to them. Bugs to be….” She forced power into her hand, the glow illuminating the faint traces of fear on his face “flicked away”.
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Standing on the remains of Kagome’s front door, he sniffed. Not a polite little inhale, like good little dog demons did in public, but an all out whole body, nose expanding sniff. Okay, bedroom that’a’way. Later, when he finally found himself in Kagome’s bedroom, it was like he was violating her and being accepted back into her good graces all at once. Not good for the brain at 3:00 a.m. Standing there, being engulfed by the essence of Kagome so completely, he allowed himself for just a few seconds to think… that things worked out for once in his miserable. Gods, he could see it. The well didn’t fuck up that one time—not wait the well did malfunction. But he hadn’t been a hateful, bitter miserable bastard who spent five hundred years in purgatory, not even living, just waiting and dreaming. Then after all that waiting, not taking his chance. No, he took his chance, he wasn't a coward.
In this world, same as the real one, he had waited shaking, next to Kagome’s father as she was brought into the world. He had seen her grow up; feeling like a creeper one day and being filled with such glow the next. Like in his true past, he had watched her come through the well, bruised, beaten, half starved, cut and bleeding. He had seen her break down at the simple question “how is Inuyasha doing?” time and again. He watched as her childhood has ripped away from her by a boy who barely understood who he was.
He watched as he scarred her inside and out. But this time, he stayed until the end. Instead of watching her stumble out of the well house covered in her own blood, another gift from himself, and simply watching. He hadn’t stood frozen, unable prove to himself that if he went to her, she could be happy. This time he had waited until her body healed… and came to her. The reunion had been tearful and awkward and angry and violent and filled with love. He had the opportunity to feel like a dirty old bastard around her oh so young self. He paid for her college, helped her heal the scars inflicted by his younger self. They dated, they fought, she learned about the parts she missed. They weren’t afraid of their love. They got married, they had kids, they—it was so real he could taste it. Inuyasha leaned against the doorway and had the sudden urge to grab at his heart. It ached, stretching his skin and slowly gaining weight until it felt as if some terrible creature had carved out a home in his chest.
It was driving him mad, standing here. Being surrounded by what he would never, ever let himself have. He could feel his mind starting to spilt into a thousand tiny little sub-thoughts and plots. Memories and fantasies bouncing off the walls of his self control. Sighing to himself, Inuyasha slowly walked to her closet and opened it, the hiss of wood on carpet sounding obscenely loud in the silence of his mind. He leaned foreword, rubbing his face on the clothes. God that felt good. Slowly, his hands shaking, he randomly picked out a green silk shirt. After a moment, he smiled. The damn shirt was the same color as her old school uniform. He turned and padded over to the bed. Starring down at it for what felt like hours, the decision was made by all parties concerned that he had no right to be on her bed. Inuyasha slid slowly to the ground, leaning against the bed. Mindful of his ten natural knives, he raised the shirt to his face, inhaling her scent. He rubbed it into his skin, trying to soak a little more of Kagome into his body.
That’s how Nataseria found him.
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Kagome slowly ran her hand up his shoulder, past the juncture of his neck and rested her hand almost lovingly on his cheek. Making sure to burn him. Things like this weren’t usually in her nature. But, after spending so much time with Inuyasha, her mean streak had gotten a little wider. In fact, a lot of her little tendencies had gotten a little wider. Like her tendency towards self hate, and her inclination not smile too much, and her little habit of ignoring the warning signs concerning danger. Throwing herself into to almost suicidal situations… like she expected to be rescued. Well, people change.
“ To them, humans are meat that will make funny noises if you play with it enough. We are playthings” she hissed into his ear “ they’ll let you escape, for years. And then, on your wedding day, or Christmas, you’ll turn around to find them standing over your little girls dead body” Kagome felt bile rise in her throat, god this was sick. So, so, wrong.
“ Please, don’t become another victim. I don’t like you, at all. But I have pride in being human, We’re tough. But not as tough as those monsters. Don’t become another body under their feet.” Kagome stopped her block on the rooms the electricity, the lights came up. His face was ashen, seemingly aged fifty years. She leaned back, giving him his space back. Kagome settled down, legs folded delicately arms resting on her lap. The kind woman had returned from her journey into the woods. He looked at her, a man measuring the heat of a dragons fire. Eyes locked, nods were exchanged and agreement was reached. Servant acknowledging servant, the powerless sharing their understanding of those in power. Slowly, he turned towards the door. The door opened, the lord of the castle entered. .
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DONE! This stupid chapter would not get written! Yeah, I know it isn’t one of my best, but I’ll update soon to make for it (most likely).
I’ve been looking back over the chapters of this story and I realized how much my style and skill have changed since the inception of this thing! Have you noticed that? Anyway, thanks for reading!
Review this Story/Chapter