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Enamored	By : Maddiesan Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Kouga/Kagome Views: 13037 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: School started up again and honestly with working full time and school full time- I've just been exhausted. I'm just trying to find my update schedule again. I hope next updates will come easier.
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Chapter 12: Night of the Dead
The sound of the wind rustling through the tree trunks echoed through the forest while the quietness of the night was swallowed whole by the darkness of the sky. Trees groaned, a pale light lighting the ground and the path throughs the trees. His steps were slow, digging into the mud beneath his sole, and he dragged his body across the way. He ignored the rocks, left trails of red against the smooth, grey surface of them, and kept going. His eyes shone with a vengeance, the boiling of his blood overwhelming him. Whiffs of putridity tickled his nostrils and though they flared, his face remained stoic. His tan skin was covered with mud, his skin cut by too many slashes for him to count.
It was all a ploy.
Everything was fine. Part of his pack went on a hunt and then they did not return. At first, he did not think much of it; wolves sometimes went further than they should. Perhaps they had found a target and followed it. They were stubborn and they did not want to return without it. Though, the sun lowered on the horizon for the second time and concerned filled him. He ignored his promise to protect Kagome, leaving her in the hands of her friends and his pack. Then, he went along and tried to track them down. And he did. And now, he wished had not. His heart was racing, demanding the blood of the offender. He clawed everywhere, ripped down every branch, took apart every plank of wood… but he found nothing.
There was no one - at least no one alive.
All he found in front of that pitiful castle, were corpses. The corpses of his people.
His eyes were empty as his den finally came in view. Already, he felt the buzzing of the pack as they sensed his presence - and smelled the blood and sweat that coated his skin. He paid no attention to them as they began to gather around him, questions flying out of their mouths. He heard none of them as his ears fell deafen, his heart racing and pushing against his rib cage. Then, as soon as he was in his own territory, his legs gave up. They quivered, shaking, and he dropped to the ground, his knees grazing the cold, hard rock beneath him. And they all did the same - either out of fear or out of concern. He saw none of their faces; he only saw the blur of life that moved around him.
"Kouga?"
"Come on, Kouga. You're scaring us."
"What happened?"
The commotion was loud enough to reach human ears. Miroku was the first to pop his head out, looking out at the gathering of wolves. Already, he was able to sense the disturbance in Kouga's aura. It also allowed him to make the conscious decision to remain far away. At the moment, he was a stranger, an outsider to the pack, and he also had holy powers. The worst thing he could do was get close to a situation where he was not wanted and appear threatening. This was better. When Sango tried to investigate, he stopped her with a movement of the hand. He said no words, not wanting to remind anyone that they were here, and he simply shook his head. Defiance shone in her eyes, but she remained put. Shippo popped on her shoulders, but he remained hidden with them.
Not far from them, Kagome was laying in the midst of brown, soft furs. Kouga left after the kiss and was nowhere to be seen since then. At first, she thought he might be ignoring her, avoiding the consequences attached to his action. But, after Ginta and Hakkaku came to feed her, they let her in on the current situation; he was looking for members of his pack. That left her to spend some time with Sango, Miroku, and Shippo. Though every instant were difficult. She had managed to skillfully persuade them to go along without her. Although, they extended their stay by a few days, simply to make sure they were no possible way she could come with them. As if her lack of walking was not proof enough.
"Kouga!"
As soon as the muffled, panic cry reached her ears, she snapped her head to the side. Her chest compressed and she pinched her lips as she waited to hear more. That was not a good sound. She had not mastered her powers, but there was something wrong with the atmosphere. She watched her legs and let out a sigh of desperation; she could not walk herself out of here.
"Ginta?" she tried.
But no answer.
"Hakkaku?"
Again, nothing.
That was when she knew it was serious. They always came. She would merely move around and they would rush to her side to confirm her well being. Something happened to Kouga - something bad. But he was a youkai. Nothing was supposed to happen to him. Inuyasha always got himself out of bad situations - no matter how much the enemy had the upper hand. But her thoughts did not linger further on him. Instead, she scrambled her brain for a way to get to him. Nobody would come and get her. Her eyes darted around the darkness, watching the walls of the cave. The stone walls were not completely smooth; perhaps there was a way to use that to her advantage. She took a deep breath and turned her body around.
Her hands slid down the surface, trying to find something to hold on to - and she did. She grasped it with all of her strength and pulled herself up. Her legs shook, threatening to give up, but she pushed with her arms. Once she was finally standing up, she leaned against the wall for support, grateful that the kimono offered a sort of barrier against the roughness of the rocks. She let out a breath, already feeling the sweat beads that rolled down her back. She grunted as she began dragging her body along the wall, making her way to the outside. She exhaled loudly, a pounding in her chest. Kagome felt like gripping at her heart, but she knew she could not; she had to keep both hands on the rocks if she wanted to pull herself.
She forgot how difficult it was to walk. Clearly she needed to get use to walking more often or her strength would never return. She closed her eyes, trying to convince herself she could make it to the end. Seconds turned to minutes and by the time she reached the edge, her long locks of black hair were soaked with sweat. She licked her dry lips, her tongue wiping across the cracks in the membrane. She stopped to take a deep breath, forced to slowly fill her lungs with air. They were crushed, overwhelmed by the exercise she had put herself through. No, she had to get out there. Someone was hurt… it felt like everyone was in pain and it pierced right through her heart, squeezing it.
Her bottom lip wobbled as she pushed herself out of there and rested her back against the outside of the cave. As she raised her head to try and get a sense of what was happening she saw it; everyone was gathered around in a half-circle. At first it was hard to distinguish exactly what they were looking at it, but as some of them moved, she saw it; Kouga. He saw sitting on his knees, his eyes completely void of any kind of emotions and he was covered in…blood? Panic rushed through her and her eyes widened. Before she realized what was happening, she dropped on all four, the shock causing a loss of balance.
"K-kouga?"
He was hurt, he was bleeding. She no longer had the strength to make it back on her feet which forced her to crawl in his direction. It was not until she was near the group that her presence was noticed.
"Sis?"
It was Ginta. He moved away from Kouga and ran towards Kagome. "Sis, what are you doing?"
"What happened?" she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.
"We- we're not sure."
How could they not know? Did he go out there by himself? She ignored the hand Ginta was offering her and instead she inched herself closer to Kouga. She grabbed his face with her hand and then turned it, trying to see the source of all the blood. "He's injured!"
"Kagome -"
"Why aren't you helping him?" She let her hands glide down his face and then she looked at his shoulders. Where was all this goddamn blood coming from? She could not find the wound!
"Kagome, it's not his blood."
It took a while for the words to sink in, but when they did it was impossible to keep the look of horror off her face. Not his blood. She forced his eyes to meet hers, but there was nothing in there. It was like she was not even in front of him. She grabbed his hands with hers and squeezed tightly, but his large fingers before wrapped around hers. It was just enough for her to know he was in there somewhere.
"Some water," she croaked out. "I need some water. And a cloth."
From the look in everyone's face, she could guess whose blood it was and he should not keep that on his body.
"Now."
She did not mean to bark orders at them, but she was not thinking rationally. She could clearly remember the moment where she had been covered in blood - blood that had been hers. It had reminded her of her near death experience and nothing as felt as refreshing as getting it all washed off. These were his people, that was their blood and he carried it with him as it crusted over his skin. Kagome might not know everything about Kouga, but she knew his pack was important to him.
"Do what she says," Ginta barked as nobody moved.
Once he spoke those words they scampered off, running in every direction to find the required items. Meanwhile, Ginta silently waved everyone off so that Kagome and Kouga could have all the room they needed. They had yet to hear all of the details of the events, but he knew it was bad. They would need to mourn and they had a lot of bodies to bury. For now, he knew Kouga needed this and frankly he did not want to get between Kagome and Kouga. She could be quite a fierce alpha bitch when she wanted to be. It was the first time they saw that side of her and he liked it. Kouga needed someone who could loudly come to his defence.
"H-here," one of the wolves said as he held a pottery vase full of water with a white cloth hanging from the edge of it.
"Give it to her."
He put it down beside Kagome and backed away near Ginta, watching as their leaders' eyes remained cold and filled with hatred. They knew that look; he could not feel the loss yet because all that ran through him was the need for revenge. There would be a price to pay and blood would flow.
Kagome ignored them all as she grabbed the cloth and dipped it in the water. Once it was completely soaked, she squeezed the excess water and then brought it to his face. Gently, she rubbed in circles, applying enough pressure to remove the dried blood and dirt. He did not move, but he did let her do it. "I'm sorry," she whispered against his lips.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he let all the rush out of his body. He slumped his back and leaned forward until his head hit her chest. The motion took her by surprise and since she was unable to support his weight, she crumbled underneath it. They hit the ground, her back first and his head dug in between her breasts. A gasp left her lips and she looked down at him. He raised his head before pulling himself off of her. His eyes met her, and this time, something shone in them. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up from the ground. She let him do it and ignored the blood that stained her cheeks because of his armour, of the blood his face had left on her pale blue kimono.
She simply let him move as he needed.
Not to her surprise, he brought her back into the den. He lowered her back in the furs and then stared down at the ground. "I'm gonna get clean up."
She moved her hand, ready to wrap it around his wrist, but he was faster than she was. He stopped her hand, his own fingers delicately scarfing around the delicate skin. "I'm not - I'm fine. Just not now." Red flashed through his icy blue eyes and she quietly nodded. She would not force this now, but part of her feared he might not come back. But he was Kouga. Kouga always came back. Even when she pushed him away, even when she was rude or told him they were only going to be friends. He stuck by her side and now he needed someone.
She had to be that someone for him.
He put her hand down carefully and tore himself away from her.
And she watched him go, her heart heavy.
-E-
Destruction.
Everything in sight was ripped to piece, shredded until there was nothing left. He broke trees' trunks in half, he tore off branches, he threw rocks into the spring and he unearthed the earth. He needed to break everything. There was nothing left for him, not a trail, not a hint. Whatever thing did this to his people, it did not have a clear scent. Instead, it smelled like a grouping of many youkais and he could not pick one out. He wanted to kill that beast with his own hands, he wanted to shred it until there was nothing left, but strips of flesh. He needed blood to flow, but he could not have any of it. He was forced to make a promise; he could not have his vengeance now, but he would.
He cleared the blood from his body, leaving a trail of red in the water. Once he was cleansed from blood and dirt, he remained by himself, under the moonlight. Kagome's touch had been soft while he had acted like a monster. He remembered seeing her face and recognizing her scent. Despite the beast that roared inside of him, he never unleashed it because it was her and he would never forgive himself if he hurt her. She was not even scared for a second. Oh and there was the sweat. He remembered the sweat. He was not even quite sure how she got to him or why she tried to wipe off his face, but he remembered the softness of her eyes. Having her close to his body for a moment had felt like heaven.
Even now, she was there, in the den, not too far from him. He could go to her and yet, but he had not managed to find the strength to do it.
There was also the question of his people. Most of them sniffed out what happened, but he did not give any real detail. At that moment, he did not trust himself to speak. He thought his beast would take over. And it did, only, it did it after he dropped Kagome off. Breaking everything, tearing it all down in his wolf form did help release the stress. Now, it was time for him to assume his responsibilities again. In a moment, though. He enjoyed the light of the full moon for a while longer before tearing himself away from his piece of heaven.
His return to the pack was slow, but when he arrived, they were all waiting for him. They gathered around, sitting and silently waiting for him to speak his first words. And he did. He sat down with them and explained as calmly as he could the whole scene that he found. He told them about the dead, dismembered bodies of their pack, the scent of death that surrounded them and the red blood that was splashed everywhere. Every instant of that nightmare was imprinted in his mind for the rest of his life. He thought the massacre done by the birds of paradise was bad, but it was nothing compared to this hell. During his speech he had to stop some people from walking off; there was no trail and it was useless to lose more people to this.
They had to be more careful from now on; they did not know who was behind this.
After a very emotional talk, they all re-treated back to their own dens with the same promise he made himself; vengeance.
He was left all alone around the dying fire, his eyes watching the flames flicker. His arms were wrapped around his legs and he let out of a sigh. "What?"
"You know, she's been worried all night."
"I know."
"She wasn't even scared of ya - I don't think she even noticed." If she had seen the need for blood in his eyes, she would have never approached him so carelessly.
"Not so sure about that." She simply chose to ignore it.
"I did like the way she bossed everyone around." Hakkaku was trying to get Kouga to smile, but most of all, he was trying to get him to go to Kagome. Nothing could take the pain away, but he knew she would help ease it. Plus, she was truly going insane in there; the disturbance in her aura was intolerable.
"I'll go see her."
"She only wants to help."
"I know."
"K-"
"I know," he repeated. His patience was not the greatest at the moment.
"Then go see her."
He ran his fingers through his wet hair, annoyed. He was not going to leave him alone until he went back to his den. He rolled his eyes in annoyance before he lifted himself off the ground. "Don't forget to put this shit out. We don't need a fire."
Hakkaku nodded as he watched his alpha walk away, pleased. At least they were able to do one good thing today. It took him a lot of work to keep the humans away from Kagome. He knew Kouga would never go to her if her friends were around. He sat down, had a quick chat with them and they listened to him. The monk seemed like a smart one; he did not ask too many questions. It was probably because he could tell it was not wise to do so. Wolves were open and protecting with their own packs, but they did not react that well to outsiders. Kagome was, of course, an exception. Although she was pack. Even if none of it was officially done. Kouga's word was law and he made her pack; it was enough.
A few steps from him, Kouga was dragging himself towards the den. He could see the small flicker of light coming from inside and he knew she was awake. Although, perhaps she was only cold? He forgot she was human and the cave could be quite damp. He stepped inside, making sure to do some noise as to alert her of his presence and it worked. She turned her head in his direction and put a tiny smile on her lips.
He looked like Kouga again. Though she could read the pain on his face, he was moving and no longer looked like a robot operating in default mode. She tried to be as still as possible as he approached her. Thoughts of their earlier actions along with the feel of his lips against hers were far from her mind. This was not about her, this was not about them - it was about him. She watched him as he closed the distance between them and he finally sat down by her side, though not on the furs. Instead, he opted for the cold ground. As soon as he was sitting, he closed his eyes and tilted his head backward. He was exhausted and she knew the feeling.
"I'm sorry, Kouga," she croaked out.
"I'm gonna make it right."
"Who did it?"
Nobody told her what took place, but she knew it involved death and pain.
"I don't know. Fucking left no trail… I tried to pick up his scent, but I couldn't. He - his scent, it was all over the fucking place."
He heart stopped; she knew of one person who left that kind of trail. "K-kouga?"
The sound of her voice brought him back to life. "What?"
She should not say this and she would not if she was not so sure, but… who else could be this cruel? Who else took lives like this and played with people like they were dolls? He was the only one cruel enough to do it. And she was tired of him ruining everyone's lives. "Do - do you know someone named Naraku?"
His heart skipped a beat; did she know who did this? Was she - what. "Never heard of him."
"I - I think he might be behind this."
His hands clenched into fists and his eyes narrowed. Naraku. Why had he not heard about him before? Who sneaked up like that and killed people? "Are you sure?"
"I - he killed Sango's whole village…"
Sango. The demon slayer. He forgot about those humans staying in his den. He had not even seen their faces since his return - it was best this way. "Where is he?"
Kagome jumped forward, panic rushing through her. "Kouga, you can't just go after him."
"Like hell I can't."
"He's going to kill you."
"He ain't gonna do shit."
Slap.
Kouga's head turned to the side while a burning feeling spread through his cheek. She slapped him again. He was about to say something, but when he looked at her face he fell silent. She was close to him, her hands on her hips and her eyes opened wide. Her eyebrows were knitted and her eyes spoke death. "You're not going after him. Especially not like this! I know you're hurt, I know that what happened is horrible. Losing the people you love is never easy." She would know. "Still, going after him now is just stupid. Do you wanna die too? Do you want your pack to lose you? Because that is what's going to happen. He's baiting you. And you're falling for it." By the end of her speech, she was panting, but she did not care. She did not mean to slap him, but she lost it. People kept on dying and she was sick of it. She did not want to bury another village, she did not want to see her friends cry.
And most of all… "I don't want you to die."
At that moment, he forgot how to breathe. She was scared of losing him. He thought about vengeance, he thought about getting back what was taken from him. He did not think about her - but she thought about him. And she valued his life.
He reached out for her face and cupped her cheek in his large palm. "I will kill him for this." Warning echoed through her blue eyes, but he dismissed it with a brush of his thumb across her cheek. "Not tonight, not tomorrow. But I will kill him one day."
She could accept that answer. As long as he did not throw himself into battle mindlessly, she could live with the fact that he wanted to kill Naraku. Everyone wanted to kill him and that monster would get what he deserved eventually.
Kagome closed her eyes and leaned into his touch for a second, trying to comfort him. She did not know how else to do it. Things between them had been awkward more than once - especially after that kiss, but it did not mean she could not be a friend to him. He needed someone and he needed to let the pain out. He stayed that way for a second, relaxing through the feeling of her soft skin under the rough calluses of his thumb. She was perfect. She waited, she was patient and she let him touch her. Right now, he was exhausted like he had never been before. His brain was throbbing and his chest hurt. He wanted nothing more than to lay beside her and hold her all night long.
He knew he never gave her a chance to reply. He meant to give her some time to think about her answer, but all that was gone now - none of it mattered. He wanted to put his arms around her, but he did not think he could handle the rejection of her touch right now.
But he had to try because… he did not want to be alone. Not tonight.
"Kagome -" He pulled his hand from her and put it down on his thighs. "I'm tired."
Her heart raced as she pulled back the furs from her body and scooted to the right, making him some room. "Sleep."
He held her during the nightmares, he chased away the fears and he nursed her back to health. He needed someone and she would be that someone. Although, she could barely look at him in the eyes as she felt the heat spread to her face. She was inviting him to sleep with her. He stayed by her side many times, but they never spoke of it; he simply did it. This was completely different. It took a moment, but she finally felt him shift and she breathed a little easier. He hopped on the furs, his leg touching hers, and then he laid down. She threw the brown fur back over both their bodies and then tried to slow down her heartbeat; if she did not, she might have a heart attack.
The sleepiness that claimed her muscles earlier, after all of her exhausting efforts, was long gone. Nervousness spread through her like a disease, forcing a shake of her body. It was just Kouga, they had done this plenty of time. Although, he had never kissed her like he had. It rose things inside of her, things she rather she did not feel. And now, he was sad and hurt and beside her… and she wanted to comfort him. He was a friend and - he was just a friend. The heat his lips created in the pit of her stomach meant nothing. She was simply swooped away and confused. That was all. Just confusion.
And there was his hand. Lingering between her body and his, never touching her, never even coming close to her chest. Despite the exhaustion that was desperate to claim his body, Kouga could not slip into a slumber. How was he supposed to do that when her heart was racing? Every time he closed his eyes, it was the only thing he could hear. Why was she so nervous? Had she ever been this nervous by his side before? He had not quite imposed himself; she had invited him. She had been worried earlier, straining herself to come to his side. She could have hurt herself. But she came anyway. Did she come because she was worried about him? Or was it because of the whole commotion? Those were all questions he wanted to ask, but could not.
Instead, he turned his head to the side and looked at her. Her eyes were open and he could see them clearly as the remaining of the fire flickered away. It colored her skin orange and yellow, her lips soft and plump. He remembered how they tasted, he remembered how he made her feel… Would he ever get that again? He had not given her up because…she had a reaction. And even now, she was there for him.
He almost lost her, and then lost part of his pack.
He was sick and tired of losing. He was sick and tired of the fear and the constant worry.
After knowing the pain of losing so many at once, he knew he never wanted to lose her.
He promised her he would not do anything reckless, but she did not want to lose him.
He understood the feeling. He would have to find some way to bury the rage deep inside of his heart. He would need to let it stew until he could control it. He knew Inuyasha hurt her, he knew he broke promises and Kouga would never be that man for her. He would be the one who honoured her and remained truthful. No matter how much it killed him inside.
Kouga mustered all the strength and courage he had left and turned his body to the side. He was now completely facing her, but instead of creepily staring at her face, he closed his eyes. Ever since she hit him with her power, it was much easier to feel her. Her aura was quite recognizable by his own and he could feel every movement, every breath and every shiver of her body. She was even more stressed than before. Did she expect him to do something? To touch her? He did need it. He was a wolf and he needed closeness and soft touches. It was one way to take away the pain that built up in his chest. Usually, such comfort was provided by a mate. Kagome was not that for him.
What was she?
He had already scratched friends off the list.
Friends did not get arouse when other friends kissed them.
She did.
Therefore, they were not friends.
She was close to him - close enough for him to smell the scent of the water spring that lingered in her hair. He should speak, he should ask her for her permission to wrap his arms around her and feel that heartbeat against his chest. But he did not.
He raised a hand, ready to lay it on her shoulder, when suddenly, she took him by surprise. She completely turned to the side, flipping herself around. Unfortunately, her movements were not as graceful as she first anticipated, bringing her much closer to him than she wanted. Their noses were near, almost bumping, and her hands lingered hover his bare chest. His eyes melted into hers and for a moment, it was like he was going to kiss her all over again. Her cheeks were painted red, her stomach coiled while fear and anticipation laced in her stomach and she remained completely still. She had turned around to ask him if he needed something, if there was a reason his eyes burned a hole on the side of her head but now…
All words were stuck in her throat.
He showed her many sides of himself, but she had never seen him so broken. He was cocky, never letting anything stand in his way and yet, now he was looking for something to hold on to. She wanted his grin back, she wanted his confidence back. She wished Naraku had not taken from him like he took from so many before.
She tilted her head forward, her forehead resting against his. "I'm sorry," she whispered again.
"Not your fault."
Maybe it was. Maybe if she had not been there, his pack would have been doing something differently. Although, she knew that when Naraku had a plan, he saw it through no matter what. Did he attack because she was here, or did he attack to lure Kouga and his shards? It was a mystery he made it out without an attack on his life. Unless Naraku was not quite done with him… He had to keep his promise, he had to refrain from going after him.
"Don't look for him."
"I said I wouldn't. When I make a promise, I keep it. I don't lie."
And she believed him. He had not lied once.
He had helped her, seen her naked, kissed her, but he had never lied.
She swallowed hard and he found her terribly tempting. But he did not want to kiss her tonight, not when pity shone in her eyes. The next time they kissed it would be because she finally realized that she did feel something for him. For now, her concern would have to be enough. He took advantage of her momentary distraction, and wrapped his arm around her, pushing her face into his naked chest. She inhaled, her lips tickling his skin, but he cradled the back of her head with his hand. He waited a beat and then she relaxed in his hold.
"Sleep," he murmured against her hair.
And she nodded, ignoring the fire burning her face. She closed her eyes, basking in his warmth, his arm holding her securely.
She knew she would not have any nightmares.
He knew he would be able to catch a moment of sleep.
She trusted him, and knew he would not run off into the night while she was asleep. He would not betray her, he would not turn his back on her.
For once, she was fully content.
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