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A Sacred Treasure and a Hanyou	By : cukid9 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 18719 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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A/N:
I must admit total ignorance about the IY Fan Fiction Contest.
I know I've seen some stories that have said they are nominees
for the IY Fan Fiction Guild...? I'm sure, though, that there are
plenty of you out there who can clue me in ^_~ I never thought about
entering this story into a contest...you have me intrigued, amhor56
^_^ (and thank you, by the way, for your review! I'm glad you liked
the chapter. I thought about not warning you guys at all and just
let you have this warm, content feeling before sweeping you into
this horrifying nightmare...but not even I'm that mean ^_^).
foxfire30:
I hate the name of this story too *sigh* I have a terrible time
coming up with titles for things...just trying to think of names
for the chapters throws me into fits of agony ^_^
kit
master: It's okay! Leave the chair, take a bathroom break, eat something
(I'd hate for you to waste away), and take a deep breath -I've
updated ^_^
TricksterGoddess:
Exactly what I was trying to pull off �Story of what could've
happened if the tv series Inu Yasha took place in the present� plus
kinkiness ^_^ I'm glad you like it.
Thanks
to everyone else too -satan's little girl (it's so nice to be told
that this story is one of your favorites!), chanda (I was nervous
about this chapter. I'm glad to know it came across well!), Anon
(I'm not sure where that line came from...a rare moment of humor,
I guess. I'm usually not that funny ^_^), Shyneamor (thank you!
I'm glad you like this!), Angie/les (if you haven't seen Theater
of Blood, you should...it's so weird! and more bloody than
I though it would be...I should have guessed, huh? ^_^), ..... (it's
odd to be addressing a series of periods ^_^ in a kind of twisted
way, it's good to know that the ending of the chapter disturbed
you enough that you have to go back and read the beginning again...that's
what I was aiming for. Also, I must say, that I actually haven't
seen House on Haunted Hill... either of them...which is
weird because I'm all for old horror movies ^_^), Saranda (WOW!
Four hours?! I'm honored that you would take so much time out of
the day to read this! That's...I don't know...I'm speechless ^_^),
King of Chaos (I know I only said something about it once, but in
the very beginning with Naraku it says 'She watched the transformation
with less awe and more fear than the one she had witnessed the
night before' I didn't intend to confuse. I try to make sure
I mention time jumps because I know that I know when it
is, but the reader doesn't), and Rei (you've been so supportive
since I began this! Your enthusiasm keeps me going. Thank you ^_^).
To anyone I forgot to mention, don't worry, I have read each and
every review and I appreciate all of them...I could post a whole
chapter thanking everyone! ^_^
This
chapter is mostly filler. I figured I should give Kagome some time
to heal before plowing back into the plot again ^_^ Besides, it
gave me an opportunity to play around with the original story a
bit more. I hope the beginning isn't confusing. Also, there is
a lemon in this chapter...I'm not sure where it came from, it just
kind of snuck in.

Enjoy.

Chapter
15
A
Place to Heal

The
tiny, raven haired woman was a stranger that she watched from a
distance. She saw her go through normal, everyday motions, smile
beautifully at the woman who was working the gate at the airport,
trying to lift her bag with some difficulty. A tall, handsome silvery-haired
man helped her with the luggage, kept one hand under her elbow as
they walked onto the plane. She watched as the woman curled up
in her seat, her head resting on the shoulder of the man she was
with, and fell into a fitful sleep.
It
was during these rare moments of unconsciousness that she felt she
grew closer to the tiny woman. It felt as though she were drifting
through a fog. Everything she saw was wrapped in a hazy bluish-pink
and, no matter how much she blinked, she could not make it disappear.
She
turned away from the sleeping woman, turned to look around her.
She found that the misty, weightless void she inhabited wasn't
as complete as she thought. There, in the distance, she could see
a dark, ugly gash marring fog. She moved toward it, hesitantly
curious, and, as she grew closer, the comforting numbness she existed
in started to disappear.
She
stopped, backed away. The tear in the void spoke to her of a terrible
emptiness, of pain that she didn't remember.
You
are not here for that, child.
The
soft voice called softly through the mists, came from all around
her, from inside of her. And, with the voice, came a soft brilliance
that slowly built in intensity.
Rest...Heal...It
will be there for you to conquer when you are whole again.
She
felt something tug at her, watched as the sleeping form of the raven
haired woman came nearer. The white-haired man seemed to see her
for a brief instant, before furrowing his brow and shaking his head.
Kagome
watched the world drift around her, eyes never quite seeing what
was before her, her mind constantly replaying those terrifying moments
when the Shikon no Tama had been ripped out of her. She could still
feel those cold fingers sinking into her flesh, could still feel
them closing around her soul, yanking it from her. Every time she
remembered, she would freeze, would break down.
And,
every time it happened, strong arms were there to hold her, a soft
voice was there to whisper in her ear and assure her that everything
would be okay.
She
was aware, at one point, of that voice yelling. Not at her; never
at her.
�I
don't care, Sesshomaru...You'll just have to find someone else to
go...Fuck, go yourself...�
She
gradually became aware of a new voice, a familiar voice, that she
held dear to her heart.
�Oh,
my baby!...Put her here...Leave her, she will be fine. Come down
to the kitchen with me. You look like you could use a cup of tea.�
Something
in side gave way, let loose, and Kagome pushed away the nightmare,
at last succumbing to the safe, healing fingers of true sleep.

*
Soft,
pink pillows with ruffles on them cradled her head, a matching sheet
was pulled around her. Kagome stared at a ceiling she had stared
at for eighteen years of her life and wondered what, exactly, was
going on.
She
ached everywhere, but there was a more persistent throbbing around
her upper arms, wrists and ankles. She pushed the sheet aside,
raising her arms and frowned at the white bandages that encircled
her wrists. The movement caused a dull, painful tugging in her
side, making her fingers immediately search for the spot. She encountered
more bandages wrapped around her mid-section.
She
heard soft snoring and turned to find Inuyasha sitting on the floor,
against the wall next to her bed. He sat indian style, his arm
crossed before him, and his chin rested against his chest, silvery-white
bangs obscuring his eyes. Kagome reached out a hand to brush his
hair away from his face, stopped, and pulled away.
Kagome
slipped out of her childhood bed and out of the room as silently
as she could. Closing the door softly behind her, she followed
the familiar sounds of someone moving around in the kitchen downstairs.
Kagome
leaned silently in the doorway, watching the tall thin woman as
she moved around the kitchen. Her dark hair was pulled softly away
from her face in a loose bun, the sleeves of her yellow cardigan
were shoved above her elbows. Kagome could see the ties from the
apron that covered the knee length skirt and felt the sudden rush
of comfort.
�Mama,�
she whispered, suddenly feeling like she was fifteen again.
The
woman immediately turned, crossed the room and held Kagome against
her. Kagome sighed, relaxed and realized everything would be okay.
It was what mother's did, she thought to herself. The simple embrace
needed no words. It was a haven in and of itself; protecting, loving,
keeping the outer world at bay until the time that she could pull
away and face it again.
The
kettle on the stove started to whistle softly. Kagome was urged
to sit, had a hot, steaming mug pressed into her hands. This, too,
was another one of those soothing gestures that, it seemed, her
mother lived by. Everything could be solved by talking over a hot
cup of tea.
�Are
you okay?�
Kagome
looked up at her mother, giving her a small smile. �I'm okay,�
she said. She leaned back in her chair and sighed. �When I told
Inuyasha to take me home, I didn't think he'd take me so literally.�
Her
mother reached a hand out, covering Kagome's. �I'm glad he did.�
The elder Higurashi paused, searching her daughter's face. �He
didn't tell me what happened,� she finally said, gently. �He didn't
seem to know.�
Kagome
licked her lips. �I'm not sure even I know,� she admitted.
�I would like to talk to Grandpa.�
Her
mother nodded. �He will be back for dinner.� She paused again
as she stood, refilling both of their mugs. When she sat down again,
a smile stretched across her face, and Kagome just knew
what was coming next. �So, who is this man?� she asked, nodding
her head slightly toward the upstairs.
What
was it about coming back to the place you grew up that suddenly
made you feel like a child again? Kagome asked herself. She resisted
the temptation to roll her eyes, to sigh out, �Oh, Mother.� Instead,
she dropped her eyes and grinned foolishly into her mug. �Inuyasha
Takahashi,� she said. �He's a businessman back in the States.�
�And
how did you two meet?�
Kagome
bit her lip. �Through work,� she said. Mama knew how Kagome earned
her extra money. She didn't thoroughly approve, but she was content
to support her child's decisions. �He was a client.�
Her
mother simply smiled. �Do you love him?� she asked.
�Oh,
Mama.�
Mama's
smile broadened. �Takahashi. His father was Inu-no-taisho Takahashi?�
The question didn't seem to need an answer as she nodded to herself.
�You're father knew him.�
Kagome
blinked. �Really?�
Mama
rose again to refill their cups. �They were not great friends,�
she said. �Just business acquaintances. I do remember meeting
his eldest, what was his name?�
�Sesshomaru.�

*
Both
women looked up in surprise. Inuyasha stood, barefoot, in the doorway.
As soon as Kagome looked at him, he was across the room, holding
her in his arms.
�Are
you okay?� he asked, his voice low, concerned.
Kagome
smiled up at him. �I'm fine, Inuyasha. Although I may be in danger
of being suffocated by you.� She swatted his arms away. �Sit,�
she said. �Mama was just telling me about how Papa knew your father.�
�Did
he?�
Kagome's
mother had already produced another steaming mug, as if by magic.
�Not well,� she told him. �I'm not sure how well anyone knew him.
By the way, Inuyasha, you don't have to hide what you look like
from me.�
Inuyasha
froze, slanted a glance at Kagome who looked just as baffled. �What
exactly do you mean, Mrs. Higurashi?� he asked.
She
smiled at him. �My father is very knowledgeable about history.
I know where your name comes from, what it means.� She laughed
slightly at his expression as she stood, clearing the table. �You
two should go take a walk. It's a beautiful day.� She began to
shoo them out of the house.
�Mrs.
Higurashi-� Inuyasha began.
She
cut him off, pushing Kagome and Inuyasha outside. �Call me 'mama,'�
she said. �I have a feeling you're close to becoming a part of
this family.�
Inuyasha
stared, stunned, as she walked back into the house. He looked down
at Kagome to find the same expression on her face, a rosy pink fanning
across her cheeks. Unable to contain it anymore, Inuyasha began
to chuckle. Kagome turned confused eyes up to him.
�Now
I understand where you get your stubbornness from,� he said, grabbing
her hand and pulling her along behind him.
They
walked silently, the simple contact of their hands enough. The
cherry trees had longed finished blooming, and Inuyasha sighed softly
in regret. As a child, he had always loved watching their blooms
float softly to the ground, like pink petaled snowflakes. He looked
around him at a land he knew intimately and felt a tension inside
of him ease.
He
was pulled out of his reminiscing by the sudden stop of the woman
by his side. He looked up at the enormous tree before him, watched
as its high branches waved gently in the wind, pure white petals
drifting slowly down. Around its trunk was a rosary, that chimed
softly in a passing breeze. Inuyasha felt a tug of recognition,
stepped forward to place a hand on the rough bark. He felt the
aged soul within and realized, suddenly, where he was standing.
His memory gave him images of the forest that had once covered
this place, his forest, his place.
The
sharp intake of breath pulled him back to the present. Kagome stood
behind him, her head tilted back, gazing up at the blossoming branches.
�The
God Tree,� she whispered. �I've never seen it in bloom before.�
The
shuffling steps behind them made both of them turn. An old man
dressed in dark blue hamaka and a white haori approached them slowly.
His grey hair was pulled back in a high tail, his matching beard
coming to a point. He leaned on a knotty wood cane and came to
a stop beside Kagome, looking up at the tree.
�That's
because it never has,� he told Kagome. �Not for hundreds of years.�
He looked at the woman standing next to him. �How are you, dear?�
he asked, his eyes as soft as his words.
�Grandpa,�
was Kagome's answer, as she threw her arms around the elderly man.
Inuyasha
stood as still as possible, his hand still resting on the tree.
When the old man looked over at him, Inuyasha felt an urge to melt
into the bark.
�Are
you the one who dragged my Kagome into fights with demons?� he asked,
sharply.
Inuyasha
felt the hair on the nape of his neck start to bristle at the tone.
His eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to snap back at the old
man.
�Grandpa,
be kind,� Kagome said, pulling away. �Inuyasha saved me.� Before
Inuyasha could interject that that wasn't really how it
happened, Kagome gave him a slight shake of her head. �Grandpa,
I need to ask you about some things. About a jewel called the Shikon
no Tama and about the miko Kikyo.�
Her
grandfather nodded and motioned for them to follow him as he made
his way slowly to a small building. Inuyasha's eyes adjust quickly
to the dim light and he saw stairs leading down to what looked like
a wooden well. His gaze slid across the walls and noticed the paintings
that hung there. An amused smile crossed his face as he stared
into the defiant gaze of his youth. He remembered, distantly,
being that boy who thought he had everything figured out, who thought
that the easiest way to solve a problem was to fight or ignore it.
His eyes wandered with his memories, and his breath suddenly caught
in his throat. As if in a dream, he moved across the room to look
at the painting that hung opposite of his.
She
was exactly as he remembered her. That soft, yet strong, look about
her that told everyone she was capable of anything. Seeing her
now, he realized that Kagome really looked nothing like her and
he wondered how he ever could have made that mistake.
�I
think that he is the one who has your answers,� came the
voice of Kagome's grandfather. Inuyasha turned to find both of
them watching him. The old man smiled, almost kindly, nodding his
head again. �I will see you two at dinner,� he said, leaving them
alone.
Kagome
moved to stand at his side, turning to look at the painting of the
woman she was reincarnated from.
�You
knew her well, didn't you?� she asked, not looking at him.
Inuyasha
hesitated. �I loved her,� he said, softly. Kagome turned stormy
grey eyes filled with sorrow on him.
�What
happened?�
He
told her and she listened, her eyes widening in slight horror when
she learned how the woman had been brought back to life, how she
had almost convinced him to die with her.
�She
was selfish,� Kagome said, taking his hand and looking at the painting
again.
Inuyasha
ran a hand through his hair, relaxing, letting the concealment spell
fall. It was pointless anyway, he figured, eyeing the picture of
himself. �Maybe,� he admitted. �But I should have been there.
Just like I should have been there for you.� He pulled her toward
him, wrapping his arms around her. �I was terrified I was going
to lose you,� he whispered into her hair.
�Inuyasha,
something...something happened. I don't really remember what it
was, but it felt like someone else was there. I felt things that
weren't my own, remembered things I've never known. I felt as though
my purpose was to protect the jewel no matter what.� She suddenly
pulled away from him. �Where is it?� she asked, feeling slightly
panicked.
He
smiled down at her, put a hand in his pocket and pulled out a thin
silver chain. Holding it between clawed fingers he showed it to
her. The pink jewel sat at the middle of the necklace, caged in
a silver net made by the chain. The missing piece stood out like
an ugly, angry wound. As he reached around her neck to clasp it
in place, he heard her soft sigh, saw her hand flutter up to place
her fingers lightly on it.
�I
thought you might like having it with you always,� he said.
�Thank
you,� she breathed.
He
gathered her in his arms again. �You're welcome, my love.�

*
They
stayed at the Higurashi house for over two weeks, Inuyasha telling
Kagome that it was the first vacation he had had in a long time.
She knew the real reason though, he could tell by the way she would
give him a small smile before nodding her acceptance. He wanted
to keep her safe forever, never wanted to let her back into the
fierce world that had wounded her so terribly. And, as the days
passed, the marks on her arms and ankles faded and disappeared.
He had tried his best, when he had first found her, to make sure
no evidence of her ordeal would remain, had licked her wounds clean,
had even gone so far as to rub a small amount of his own blood over
them. The gash on her side, however, stayed a faint pink, stubbornly
refusing to fade.
Mama
Higurashi, as she insisted Inuyasha should call her, did everything
she could to make sure her daughter never exerted herself too much.
She let them do as they pleased, would share knowing smiles with
him over Kagome's head when the couple was curled on the couch together,
watching television. And, every night after dinner, she insisted
that Kagome go soak in the hot springs that were just beyond the
shrine, telling the young woman that the minerals in the water would
do much to restore her stamina.
These
became opportunities for her to talk to Inuyasha, sometimes just
idle conversation, over a last cup of tea, about his business, his
family, the things he had seen and done over the many years of his
life. Sometimes, though, he felt as though it were an interrogation
over his intentions toward her daughter, which made him have to
resist the urge not to squirm under her sharp gaze.
And,
one night, it was neither. They sat in a comfortable silence, neither,
it seemed, having anything left to say to the other. When the tea
was finished, Mama Higurashi cleared the table and then turned to
him, her hands folded before her, a small smile on her face.
�Go
to her,� she said, softly. �I can tell how it pains you to be away
from her. And, I think, enough time has passed that she won't turn
away from you.�
Inuyasha
stared at the woman who had accepted him into her home and family
as easily as though he were just a normal man. He wondered how
she knew that sometimes, at night when he held Kagome in his arms,
the young woman would shudder in the throes of violent nightmares,
would wake gasping for air and would shove him away from her. The
dreams had stopped a few nights ago and he had sighed in relief
when he felt her relax into a deep sleep for the first time. He
wondered how the older woman knew how much it tore at him every
time Kagome wasn't within the protective shelter of his arms.
�Go,�
Mama Higurashi said again.
Inuyasha
needed no further urging. With a small nod of gratitude, he left
the house, following his little dancer's scent to the hot springs.
The
pools sat cradled within a copse of trees, which hung overhead,
their leaves filtering the light of the moon which hung heavy and
bright in the dark sky. He heard water ripple softly, heard a contented
sigh as his bare feet silently fell against the warm ground. When
he felt rock beneath him, he stopped and looked up.
And
caught his breath, feeling his heart suddenly falter at the sight
before him.
She
floated on the water, gazing up at the opening in the trees, the
water moving gently over her. Pale, wet flesh caught the light
of the moon, making it shine. The light reflected off the water,
making her ethereal form look like it was gliding through quicksilver.
Dark hair floated around her, almost hidden in the shadows of the
pool. He could only think, as he tried to remember how to breath
again, that she looked like some sort of naiad that had emerged
from the watery depths of her home.
He
must have made some kind of noise, because she righted herself and
turned to look at him. A beautiful smile graced her face, making
his heart instantly ache, making him want to be near her. She raised
her arms out of the pool and held them open to him, a silent invitation.
To
suddenly feel her flesh against his again made his eyes close, made
a deep rumble begin in his chest. She wrapped her arms around his
neck, her legs around his waist, burying her fingers in his hair.
He held her tightly to himself, resolving, in that moment, to never
let her be away from his side again.
And,
when he felt the soft flutter of her lips against his neck, trailing
up his jaw, he held his breath again, not moving as she pressed
them tenderly over his own.

*
It
was like coming home, his arms around her, his warm skin pressing
against hers. Kagome sighed, feeling the wound in her soul, which
felt as though it matched the missing piece of the jewel around
her neck, suddenly begin to pull together at the edges. He stayed
perfectly still under her touch, waiting, it seemed, for her to
show him what she wanted.
Her
hands floated over hard muscle, velvet skin, memorizing again what
she already knew so well. She slipped her legs from around his
waist, reached down to intertwine her fingers with his as her lips
ghosted over wet flesh.
And,
when he reached a hand up to gently cup her breast, she let her
head fall back, let herself revel in the feel of his mouth against
her exposed neck.
Her
hands dropped below the water, fingertips running along the sensitive
flesh of his abdomen, his hips, before finding the hardened flesh
between his legs. He grunted softly when her fingers wrapped around
him, reached down and grabbed her under her legs. She wrapped them
around his waist again, sighing in pleasure when his head dropped
to her chest, his clever tongue licking the water from her skin,
circling around her nipple before drawing it into his mouth.
She
wasn't even aware they were moving until she felt smooth rock under
her. He released her breast, looking up at her, reaching a hand
out to brush wet bangs from her eyes before capturing her lips with
his. He took a small step back, forcing her to release him and
ran his hands softly up her legs, down the insides of her thighs.
She closed her eyes and felt his mouth trailing liquid fire down
her chest, her stomach, before his tongue reached out to lightly
run along the flesh between her legs.
Kagome
arched, letting her head fall back again, as his tongue worked slowly
over her, as he sucked on her gently, the fire of his mouth shooting
through her entire body. She pressed against his mouth as she shuddered
her release, immediately reaching for him, bringing him back to
her.
He
lifted himself out of the water, his hips sliding easily between
her legs. He held her gaze with his own as he slowly sheathed himself
in her wet flesh, and, once fully connected with her, didn't move
except to kiss her lightly before pulling away to look at her again.
She
could feel the torn edges of her soul knitting together as he moved
gently within her, could feel herself becoming suddenly, inexplicably
whole again. Her fingers played along the muscles of his back,
urging him deeper into herself. And, when she felt the fire ignite
between her legs again, she cried out into the night; vocalizing
her pleasure and an orison to the gods in the sound.
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