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Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean	By : BlackRavenOfDeath Category: InuYasha > General Views: 1620 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Prologue
"You know, this is all your fault," a soft, female voice chimed in the darkness of the cave she was stuck in.
"Me? How is this my fault? You were the one that screamed, and that's what caused the cavein in the first place," a deep, clearly male voice called back to the female that sat across the cave from him.
"True," she agreed, sounding like she might back down. If he thought she would, he was desperately mistaken. "But you were the one that scared me. If you hadn't popped up out of no where, I wouldn't have screamed. So, you see, it really is all your fault," she said haughtily, thinking she had won the arguement.
"You were going to step on me," he returned in his defense. "If I hadn't 'popped up,' as you said, you would have killed me."
"What a shame. I would have done the world a favor if I had," she grumbled as she propped her chin on her palm.
"I heard that," the young man growled.
She growled quite impressively for a human woman, though the young man would never admit it out loud. "Just you wait until my dad gets here," she warned him. "He'll tear you to shreds."
The young man snorted as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Not if my mom and dad get here first," he retorted.
The young woman sat up on her knees, glaring in the direction she knew the young man to be sitting in. "It takes both your parents to even fight my dad. They're so weak," she sneered at him.
"They are not. My mom doesn't even fight. And your dad is the weak one. He still hasn't gotten my dad's sword from him, and he's been trying for how many years," he retorted, his night vision allowing him to watch the anger spread across her face in the near blackness of the cave.
She nearly snorted, but instead, she sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, wishing she could see his face. There had been a few rare occasions when they had been able to play together, when their parents hadn't been fighting. A faint smile played on her lips at the memories, but it disappeared when she remembered how he use to tease her playfully. Now she really wished she could see his face.
"Your dad wouldn't even know about that sword if my dad hadn't told him about it," she said, trying to erase the memories from her head, knowing they would never be relived. "He didn't even know it existed before," she added.
He shook his head, a small smirk crossing his lips before he wiped it away. He had a clue what had caused the small smile to flutter across her features, but he wasn't about to say anything to her about it. Their parents had been enemies for years, a gulf having been created between the adults long before he ever came along. It was something that began between his father, and her father, something he never really understood, or desired to understand.
Tired of sitting in the dark and feeling that enough of his power had returned to start a fire for them, he leaned forward, holding his hand palm up between them. He slowly concentrated more and more of his power in the palm of his hand until a dark blue flame burst forth on his palm. He sat the flame on the floor of the cave and once it came into contact with the floor, it burned brighter, a larger orange flame appearing around the small blue flame, almost like the fire was using the blue flame as fuel to keep it burning.
She looked at him over the dancing flames of the fire, a small appreciative smile lighting her face as the fire illuminated the cave. She would never verbally express her thanks for what he did, they both knew that, so he was content just to see her smile. The young woman pulled her knees to her chest as best she could while still remaining modest now that there was light, though she didn't doubt he could see her before. She folded her arms around her knees and settled her chin on her knees as she scooted a little closer to the flames. Several minutes passed by with both of them staring into the flames, a gentle peace wrapped around them like a comforting blanket.
"So, how long was it going to take you before you complained that you were cold," he asked, breaking the silence. "And don't say you weren't. I know you were," he mocked.
She raised her eyes to his and glared at him. "Why do you always have to be such an insensitive jerk," she asked, finally able to get in a good glare at him thanks to the light provided by the fire.
He snorted, turning his head to the side a bit to look at the now blocked entrance of the cave. "If I was really insensitve, I would have just let you sit here in the dark. I could see just fine, and it would have been days before I would get cold in a cave like this. Even with winter coming," he said as he looked back at her over the flames. He looked thoughtful for a moment and then stared at the dark roof of the ceiling that even the light of the fire would not touch. "Na, that would have just been mean. Insensitive would have been me sleeping so that I could recover my energy faster so that I could get out of this hell hole sooner. That would have been truly insensitive," he told her, his eyes quickly glancing at her face to judge her reaction before he returned to his staring contest with the roof.
He could have caused the flames to burn brighter, but that would have used up more of his energy he had provided the fire for fuel, causing it to burn out long before either of their parents ever got there. He sighed, resting his head on the wall he sat with his back against, and rested his arms on his bent knees. How did he get into a situation like this? He was usually good about avoiding anyone his parents, his father in particular, had a grudge against, and right now, this girl's father was the main focus of their attention. He shook his head. No, she wasn't a girl anymore. She had grown into a woman over the long years it had been since he had last been allowed to spend time with her.
He silenced a growl before it could escape his lips, something that would have been a physical manifestation of his anger. That stupid, babbon-pelt wearing freak had managed to do irrepairable damage, even when he was drawing his last breath. That freak, as he had taken to calling the now deceased evil hanyou, still managed to disrupt their lives, even after he had been dead for quite some time now. And it had been still longer since the two young adults had been allowed a playtime together.
He sighed once again. What was it with inu youkai and their pride? That was something he would perhaps never know. He silently reprimanded himself for being disrespectful to his father, especially when the older youkai wasn't even there to defend his honor, his pride. Again, he bit back on a growl that fought to make its self known to the other occupant of the room.
"What are you thinking about?" Her quiet, yet very near voice startled him out of his thoughts.
He looked to his right and saw her kneeling right next to him. "What are you doing over here? Won't your dad be mad at you for even being trapped in the same cave as me, let alone sitting right next to me?" He snorted quietly, something he had been doing more often as he got older. "He would probably be mad just because we are in the same lands," he said with a bark of bitter laughter.
She shoved his shoulder, causing him to fall over onto his left side. She giggled slightly as he sat back up, a scowl marring his face as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"What did you do that for," he grouched as he leaned back against the wall again.
"You were being a jerk, again," she said simply as she shrugged and leaned against the wall next to the young man. "How about this. I'll worry about my dad, you worry about your parents," she said, scooting closer to him.
A small chuckle slipped passed his lips as he relaxed his muscles some. He needed to regain some of his energy so he could get out of here before her father showed up. If he was still there when her father did show up, he would be in some serious trouble. He would probably get blamed for the whole thing and then, as she had said earlier, he would be ripped to shreds, something he wasn't exactly looking forward to happening.
"I think I should worry about your dad just a bit. If he finds me in here with you, it won't be pretty," he told her. He closed his eyes, evening out his breathing.
"You're not going to sleep are you," she asked, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
He popped one eye open and looked at her. "No, but I do need to save as much energy as I can. I used up a lot of energy earlier, meaning I can't change shape to get out of here," he told her, closing his eye again.
"When you started the fire," she asked, turning her head to look at him.
"No, I got in a fight with a youkai stronger than me. It took a lot out of me to get away and to safety," he explained.
"Oh, you aren't hurt, are you," she asked, concern clouding her voice and face as she bent over him to check for any wounds.
He smiled, holding back a laugh as she poked and prodded his chest and sides. He grabbed her wrist, a serious look overcoming his face as he held her hand just above his left shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Two things: One, I'm ticklish, and two, don't touch the shoulder," he told her, placing her hand back in her lap.
She looked at him, worry washing over her features. "What's wrong with your shoulder," she demanded, staring him right in the eye.
He shook his head. "Nothing, it just got injured before I could get away. And you pushing me over didn't help an
"I am so sorry," she began, but stopped apologizing when she saw the smirk appearing on his lips. "You jerk." she yelled at him, swatting his uninjured shoulder, and then hitting his ribs and stomach.
"Hey, hey," he said grabbing her wrists. "I never said that my shoulder was the only injury I had. Geesh," he said as he pushed her hands away and draped an arm over his stomach. "And you say I'm mean." His hand gingerly rubbed over his bruised ribs.
"So how come I could poke your ribs, but not your shoulder?"
"My ribs are just bruised, my shoulder is pretty messed up."
"You said that nothing was wrong with it," she protested. "You made it sound like that was the only thing that was wrong with you." She thought about her statement for a second and then glared at him. "Actually, there are a a lot of things wrong with you, but you made it sound like your shoulder was the only injury you had from that fight you were in earlier." She crossed her arms over her chest as she sat back against the wall.
He rolled his eyes. "And look how you acted before you even knew anything was wrong for sure. You actually expected me to tell you that I was hurt?" He shook his head. "We should get some rest," he told her as he settled back against the wall.
She was about to ask him why they needed rest, but when she looked at him again, he was already asleep. She decided she should at least try to get some sleep before her dad showed up and got her out of that cave. She rested her head against his right shoulder and suddenly felt extremely tired, the day's stress catching up with her. She closed her eyes and was almost instantly asleep.
A while later, he awoke with a slight pressure on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly, his eyes coming to rest on her as she slept with her head pillowed on his shoulder. He inhaled deeply, the fresh air drifting in from outside bringing with it a scent that he did not want to smell just then. He would have to leave soon. He looked to the small fire, assuring himself that it would last until her father got there. He would hate to leave her there in the dark and cold.
He moved his shoulder, in an attempt to wake the young woman sleeping against his shoulder, but she didn't wake. He raised a clawed hand to her shoulder, intending to shake her awake, yet regretting having to disturb her rest. He shook his head as he shook her shoulder, rousing her from her sleep.
"Hm, what," she said as she looked around confused. When her eyes came to rest on him, she suddenly remembered where she was and how she got there. She realized that she had fallen asleep against his shoulder and, embarrassed, she sat up straight, a slight pink staining her checks.
"I'm sorry," she managed to stammer out in a whisper as she stood up. She couldn't believe she had done that, but he had been so warm when she let her head drop to his shoulder. Even sleeping sitting up, on a cold cave floor, she had never slept better in all her life. She shook her head free of the silly thoughts that were running rampant, causing some of her hair to fall over her shoulder.
"I should probably get going." he said as he stood, his body sore and stiff from his fight and then disuse. He began to check his wounds, seeing which ones had healed with his rest and which he would have to have his mother take a look at. He sighed as he realized his shoulder was still damaged. That would make it more difficult, but he would just have to be more careful.
"Are you going to be alright," she asked as she lightly rested her hand on his injured shoulder from behind. She could feel the blood seeping through his shirt, which worried her, made her wonder if it was still bleeding after all this time.
He took note of the worry on her face, guessing that the fresh blood from his wound had startled her a bit. "It'll be fine. I just tore it open a bit with all my moving when I got up." He turned around to face her, her hand still barely touching his wound. "You don't have to worry about me. I'll have my mom look at it when we get home," he reassured her. "But I should really get going before your dad shows up. You won't be in here alone for long, and the fire will still be going when he arrives. And if you do have to sit in the dark, it'll just be for a few minutes." He tried to take a step backwards, to put some more space between them, but her hand on his shoulder stopped him.
She looked up at him confused. "What about your parents? Aren't they coming," she asked.
He grinned at her. "Yea, they're coming, but they're also a good hour behind your dad. I couldn't tell for sure earlier, but I definately can now.
"Oh," she said as she lifted her hand off of his shoulder. She looked down at her hand and was shocked to see the amount of his blood that covered her hand.
"You might want to wipe that off," he told her as he pointed to her bloody hand. He saw the worry cross her face as the same thoughts crossed her mind. What was she going to wipe the blood off onto? He extended his right arm, his billowy sleeve hanging down some. "Here, use this. I think that's about the only peice of clothing that doesn't have blood on it already." He grinned down at her as she hesitated. "Might as well have a matching set," he added, shrugging his shoulders as best he could.
She hesitantly raised her bloodied hand to his clean sleeve and wiped her hand clean. "Thank you," she said shyly, taking her hand away from his sleeve. She raised her eyes to his, a small mischeivious smile on her lips. "I guess it was nice seeing you again," she teased.
He smirked at her. "I wish I could say the same," he teased back. His smile widened when he saw her shocked expression. "I know it was nice seeing you again."
"Jerk," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yea, I'm a jerk, and you're a spoiled brat," he teased her. He nearly laughed out loud at the look of indignance on her face. He shook his head at her when she looked like she was about to yell at him.
"If I'm going to get out of here before your dad shows up, I have to leave."
"You know, I use to get a goodbye hug from you when we were little. I don't suppose I could get one this time," she asked.
He raised an eyebrow at her, looking incredibly like her father for just a second. "You want a hug from a jerk like me?"
She smiled. "Only if you want a hug from a spoiled brat like me," she told him.
He smiled and laughed for a second. "Gee, how could I ever resist?" He stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist as she snaked her arms around his neck. He held her close , burying his nose in her hair. "Nope, wouldn't be able to resist this," he joked. He pulled back enough to look her in the eye and smiled softly at her.
They stared into each others' eyes for a moment, seemingly in a trance caused by the depts of the other's eyes. As they stood there, their heads slowly tilted closer together until their lips were only a hair's breadth apart.
"Are you going to kiss me," she asked, her voice hardly a whisper on the wind.
"Yea, if that's okay with you," he whispered back, his lips barely moving as he spoke.
She nodded, her head barely moving as she gave her consent. She allowed her lids to drop half closed as he pulled her body flush against his.
He closed the distance between their lips as his lids drifted shut. His lips moved slowly over hers as he tightened his grip around her waist, holding her against him tightly. He felt her beginning to respond to him, but knew he had a limited amount of time to leave safely in.
He regretably pulled back, her lips following his for a few seconds, his arms not loosening his hold on her as thier eyes opened to stare at each other. He wished they could just stay like that forever, never having to worry about their parents or their stupid grudges against each other. He sighed as he pulled away a bit more.
"I have to go," he told her, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. He watched as she slowly nodded, inwardly sighing as he saw the pain flash through her eyes. "Close your eyes," he ordered. He saw her confused look, but was relieved when she did as he asked.
He reached into one of his pockets and took out one of his leaves, placing it over his head. "Goodbye," he whispered just before placing a soft kiss on her lips.
She was about to respond to the sweet kiss he had just given her, but when she went to move her lips, he was gone. She looked around, but couldn't see him anywhere. "Goodbye," she said, hoping her voice would carry on whatever wind there was to his sensitive ears.
She sat back down against the wall, wondering just how long it would take for her father to show up. She didn't have to worry, though, he had assured her the fire would last until he showed up, and it didn't look like the fire would last very long. She leaned her head back against the wall, hoping to relax some before her father showed up. She was still stressed from being stuck in the cave for so long and she was confused about her actions with him while they had both been in the cave.

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She jerked upright, amazed that she had fallen asleep. She looked around the cave, glad to see the fire was still burning, though it had died down to only a small flame. She looked towards where the entrance to the cave had once been and was startled to see light streaming in through several cracks between the rocks. Suddenly, there was a loud boom, the wall of rock busting apart causing her to look away, sheilding her eyes from any flying objects.
She looked back at the entrance and saw a tall form framed by the light from outside. She knew before she ever saw his face who it was. Her father had gotten her out. She looked back to the fire, only to find that the flame had gone out. She shook her head and jumped up, immediately running to her father as he stood proud in the cave's entrance. She wrapped her arms around his waist, happy to finally be out of the cave.
"You smell like his son," her father stated, gripping her arms and pulling her away from him enough that he could look her in the eye.
"He got stuck in there with me," she offered as an explanation. She saw his raised eyebrow and knew that that answer would not satisify her father. "We got stuck in there, he didn't do anything to me, we threw insults back and forth, argued, he started a fire, we both fell asleep for a while, woke up, and he left." She hoped he would settle for that. But just in case .... "Now, can we go home, father? Even I can smell his stench on me," she complained, grabbing his reformed arm and dragging them both away from the cave.
Her father smirked as he allowed her to pull him a distance away from the cave. He stooped a bit and wrapped his arms around her waist before lifting them both into the air, heading towards their home.
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