Reincarnation.

A/N: this is dedicated to my husband, my one and only lover throughout my entire life.

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Chapter Seven: The Mother of All Flashbacks.



-Year: 2005-



The young woman sighed as she leaned out the back door of her family’s ancient shrine. She looked around the place with deep blue eyes that cried out to be noticed; she was slender and well-mannered, and she really had no idea of the dark force that followed her and her young husband around. At that moment, she had her waist-long, ebony hair tied back from her face in a long, single braid that ran down her spine.



She crossed her arms over her chest. “Inuyasha!” she called.



The young man peeked his head out of the small well house. “What is it, Kagome?” he called back, mildly annoyed.



She glared back at him. “I thought I asked you not to call me that anymore,” she shot back, approaching him.



He sighed and stepped out into the bright sunlight of midday to stand beside his wife. His long white hair shined exotically, and he watched her with amber eyes; the passion contained in them struck the woman like liquid fire. “Well, what do you expect me to call you?” he asked. He walked her with a slight grin. “It is your name… isn’t it?”



She glared at him. “That’s not funny.”



He sighed. “Since when do you not like being teased?”



“Since I told you the truth, and all you can do now is laugh about it!” she cried out, stomping her foot angrily on the ground.



He stood right in front of her, his lips pursed a little in thoughtful annoyance. “I make jokes about it to keep myself from becoming angry that you lied to me for so long.”



She crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “Oh, and you’ve never lied to me?” she asked.



“That’s different.”



“No, it’s not!” she yelled, her face turning pink in aggravation.



He just regarded her with a cold, blank stare that reminded her of Sesshomaru, his brother. “Just because you’re the midwife of history doesn’t mean you know everything, Kagome.” And with that being his last word, he stalked off, back into the dark well house to finish his business.



The woman huffed and crossed her arms. “I’m not the midwife!” she practically screamed back. “I’m the fucking mother of it all!” She stomped back into the house, slamming the back door shut behind her.

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Year: 1789 – France



He knew he’d have to remind himself later to berate her for being so careless. “What the hell were you thinking?” he practically yelled at her. She just sat there, silent, contemplating their escape from the dark, dingy dungeon-like cell.



Inuyasha groaned. “I cannot believe this.”



“What?”



He turned his head and looked into her chocolate eyes. She was back in her Miko form, for some strange reason.



“We’re Japanese!” he cried out, standing and beginning to pace. He huffed and groaned and glared at his lover. “I don’t even understand what these weird fuckers are saying! I have no idea why we’re in this fucking horrible place! And I don’t even know what they plan to do to us!”



“They plan to execute us in the morning,” she murmured, still looking him in the eye.



He blinked. “Wait, what? You mean to tell me that you understand this weird shit?”



She sighed, standing with him. “Yes. They’re speaking French.”



He made a face. “Feh. You know I have absolutely no idea what that is, right?”



“It’s a damn language, Yash!” she snapped. “And of course I know what it is and how to speak it; I created it, after all!” He eyed her skeptically. She made a face. “Okay, I didn’t actually create any of the languages other than Latin, but that’s where all the others come from!”



He sighed as they both watched each other. “So… what are we doing here again?”



She took a deep breath. “This prison that we’re in is called the Bastille. We’re at the beginning of the French Revolution, and today is the day that the people of France will storm the Bastille and set the prisoners free, fueling their thirst for blood and death. Thousands of lives will be lost today and over the course of the next ten years, but these humans will learn a great deal from their misfortune.”



Inuyasha went a little pale. “So… why are we here?”



She rubbed her face. “Something has gone seriously wrong. Someone’s been meddling with time, and I need to fix it.”



He tilted his head. “You seem awfully calm for someone whose job is being fucked with.” She looked at him. “I’m not calm,” she replied, shaking a little. Her lover knew she wasn’t cold or afraid. “I’m pissed the fuck off.”



“Wow,” he mumbled, a little surprised. She gave him a confused look. “What’s wrong?” she asked. He grinned at her. “Nothing. I’ve just never heard you curse before,” he answered.



He stepped forward, close enough to press his tight, muscular chest against her; he smelled the spike in her scent. His lover was instantly aroused at his suggestion. He gave her a toothy grin. “Why don’t we figure out some way to pass the time?”



She giggled softly. “I thought you’d never ask.”



Slowly and carefully, he grabbed her by the hips and picked her up, pushing her as gently as he could against the nearest wall. He blinked, and their clothes were across the dim cell, neatly folded. He smiled at her. She smiled back, leaning forward in his arms and whispering seductively in his ear, “I thought they might get in the way.”



He kissed her lips, then allowed himself to wander, lingering on her ears and the base of her throat. He lightly brushed his tongue against her collarbone, and she moaned as he smelled an orgasm overcome her. His lover’s small body shook as she was dominated by the smallest touch of her half-demon man. He slid into her with ease, and she let out a small, surprised gasp. He knew how intimate the first few seconds that he was inside her were; he used that to his advantage by tracing his tongue gently along her breasts, finally allowing his mouth to latch onto her nipple. As he began to suckle at her nipple and nip at her breasts, he plunged himself deeper into her. Her moan rippled through her own body and traveled through his own, turning him on more. She shuddered as she felt another orgasm approaching; when it overwhelmed her, he felt her body shake and seize, and the spike in her scent nearly drove him insane.



He grasped her hips roughly in his hands and pounded himself harder into her, unable to control himself any longer. His eyes turned red and looked into hers; they were blue staring back at him.



He growled at her, nipping a little at her shoulder, his demon blood dying to leave a mark. But she dodged his sharp teeth, driving him with her super-human strength to the ground. She dominated Inuyasha, riding him hard, screaming his name; he loved the way she felt on top of him, and he most certainly loved the view and the way he could just reach up and grab her breasts in his sweaty hands. But the thought of his bitch dominating him drove him nearly as crazy as her salty, turned on scent did. He shoved her to the side, onto her back, and he howled furiously as he fucked her.



His lover looked up at him and blinked, and suddenly he was fucking her from behind. It turned him on to have her luscious ass pressed against his flat, chiseled stomach, and he growled and groaned and howled as he drove himself further and further inside her. He reached underneath himself and his woman, and he found her clit with his index finger. When he stroked it, she cried out in surprise and agonizing need. He felt her become even more wet, and he kissed and nipped her back as he continued pumping madly into her. He screamed as he came to his end inside her, his seed invading her small, sacred body.



As they lay side by side, he noticed after a few moments of letting himself catch his breath that they were lying, naked, their legs entwined, on a soft, white blanket.



He didn’t even need to ask her where it came from. He just smiled tiredly and kissed her goodnight.

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The next morning, they tried to make love again. They had just begun their foreplay when the cell door swung open with a loud, annoying creak. It made Inuyasha’s sensitive ears twitch.



The officer stepped inside and roughly grabbed the woman’s arm. Inuyasha growled and stood, but three more officers tied his hands behind his back and held him. The look on his lover’s face told him to control his rage, but it was unbearable for him to watch them handle her so disrespectfully. He let out a shocked gasp when the officer released her arm for a moment and Inuyasha saw a red handprint; when he looked up into her face, her eyes were brown.



His heart jumped in his chest. ‘What is she doing?’ he thought, panicked. His face paled when the officer grabbed her roughly once more, shoving her through the cell door. He pushed her too hard, and the woman fell to the floor, her right cheek smashing against the stone hard, making a cracking noise that Inuyasha was sure had been her jaw breaking. Blood ran out of her mouth, dripping onto the floor in a tiny puddle.



He started to wrestle the guys holding him and growled in frustration when these three weaklings actually managed to hold onto him. He was still exhausted from the night before, too weak still to really give a good fight. “Kagome!” he cried out hoarsely, his voice betraying his unrelenting concern for her. The officer stooped down and dragged her to her feet before striking her across the face. He gave Inuyasha a meaningful look.



He shot off a stream of strange words before spitting on the woman, who shrank a little from the man. Inuyasha’s face turned red at the sight, and he yelled angrily, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying, but I swear to Kami, you asshole, once I have my strength back, I am going to rip your head off your shoulders and throw it into oblivion for hurting my Kagome!”



The woman in question had just finished wiping the blood from her lips when the officer smacked her across the face once more, this time harder. When she stood again, Inuyasha saw that her cheek was already swollen and turning a little blue. He shook with rage. Her chocolate eyes were angry and frightened.



“Inuyasha.”



He looked at his lover. “He said that you cannot speak out of turn. He’s hitting me as a way of punishing you, and also as a way of punishing me.”



“Why is he punishing you for my actions?” he asked, becoming more angry.



“He says that he owes respect to no whore,” she told him, looking him right in the eye.



Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed. “That’s it,” he mumbled. He stood upright and straight, glaring at the officer. His golden eyes gleamed with a dangerous glow. “Nobody calls my wife a whore.”



Suddenly, the three officers holding him back were unconscious, leaned against the far wall of the cell. He growled insanely and wrapped his fingers around the other officer’s thin throat. He yelled as he threw the small man out the window; glass sprayed everywhere, and the duo heard cheers from down the hallway.



He hugged his wife close to his body; he wanted to make sure she was safe. But when he looked down at her, her eyes had become blue again, and the swelling and bruising in her cheek had already begun to disappear. “Hurry,” she told him. “You need to go free the rest of the prisoners. I need to go finish the man who caused us all this trouble.” He nodded, and she ran off as he began to rip open the doors to each of the cells. All the humans began to cry out something in their strange language, and he guessed it meant thank you. “Um, you’re welcome,” he muttered back, not knowing what else to say.



He reached the courtyard at the bottom of the prison, the released prisoners at his heels. His eyes widened when he saw a familiar being strike his woman to the dirt. Something was around her neck, and it glowed. When she opened her eyes, she looked at Inuyasha with brown eyes once more.



He yelled, “Change, Kagome!”



She struggled to get back up. The man cackled and grabbed her by the hair. She winced and screamed at the pain, grabbing wildly for his hand only to find air. He dragged her, by her long, curly, ebony hair, to a strange wooden contraption Inuyasha had never seen before. It looked like a door frame, but there was a lever attached to it. Then he looked up and saw the slanted blade hanging from the top.



He cried out frantically, his face paling and his stomach twisting in fear, “Kagome! Change already!”



She looked at him, terrified, and mouthed two words that shook Inuyasha to his core: “I can’t.” He looked at the thing around her neck, and he rushed at them. The man threw her, face first, at the strange thing, shoving her small head through a hole. She cried out and terror as she looked up at the blade and screamed in panic: “Inuyasha!”



He raced against the man, who was already at the lever. He pulled it, and the half-demon watched as the blade dropped.



Her screaming became shrill: “INUYASHA!”



Grunting, he grabbed her ankles, squeezing his eyes shut, unable to watch himself put his woman through physical pain. He yanked, and her head banged against the wooden frame, escaping through the hole right before the blade reached the bottom with a loud, sharp whistling noise.



Shaking, Inuyasha ripped the necklace from around her neck; it stopped glowing instantly, and her eyes flashed back to blue. Before his eyes, her cuts and bruises disappeared, and he clutched her close to him, gasping. Then he remembered the man who had tried to kill her.



He jumped to his feet, ready to tear that bastard limb from limb. But he was gone.



She climbed to her feet beside him. “I can’t believe he was here.”



He ran his claws through his long white hair. “Neither can I. Somehow Naraku found out about you, and the well. And he knows how to use it fully, as well.”



She slumped into his arms. Then she made a face as though she had remembered something, and leaned back and smacked him across the face.



He made a double-take, staring at her. “What the hell was that for, wench?” he yelled, outraged.



She glared at him, mildly annoyed. “I told you not to call me Kagome anymore.”



He sighed, his anger cooling. “All right,” he responded, putting an arm around her shoulder. They began to walk away, not noticing the fighting going on around them or that the Bastille had been set on fire. Inuyasha just leaned over and kissed his lover’s temple and nuzzled her neck. “Let’s go home… Kimiko.”



She smiled gratefully and, with a flash, returned them to their home in the year 2005.

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A/N: Wow, am I good at confusing the crap out of people or what! Haha, don’t worry, it’ll all be explained next chappy, I promise! Pleaseplease review! I need feedback, or I will wither and die! Lol, not really, but you get it.